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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for Croatian A1-B2 Learners

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorofbeautifulthings.
To
otkriti
revealartandconcealtheartistisart’s
cilj
aim.
Thecriticishe
koji
whocantranslateintoanother
način
manneroranewmaterialhis
dojam
impressionofbeautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowestformof
kritike
criticismisamodeofautobiography.
Oni
Thosewhofinduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsare
korumpirani
corruptwithoutbeingcharming.
Thisisa
greška
fault.
Thosewhofindbeautifulmeaningsin
lijepa
beautifulthingsarethecultivated.
Forthese
postoji
thereishope.
Theyaretheelecttowhombeautifulthings
znače
meanonlybeauty.
Thereis
ne
nosuchthingasamoral
ili
oranimmoralbook.
Booksare
dobro
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
To
Thatisall.
Thenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismisthe
bijes
rageofCalibanseeinghisown
lice
faceinaglass.
Thenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismisthe
bijes
rageofCalibannotseeinghisown
lice
faceinaglass.
The
moralni
morallifeofmanforms
dio
partofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
ali
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
No
umjetnik
artistdesirestoproveanything.
Čak
Eventhingsthataretrue
mogu
canbeproved.
Noartisthas
etičke
ethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Nijedan
Noartistisevermorbid.
The
umjetnik
artistcanexpresseverything.
Thought
i
andlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofan
umjetnosti
art.
Viceandvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsforanart.
Fromthe
točke
pointofviewofform,the
vrsta
typeofalltheartsisthe
umjetnosti
artofthemusician.
Fromthe
točke
pointofviewoffeeling,theactor’s
zanat
craftisthetype.
Allartisatonce
površina
surfaceandsymbol.
Thosewhogo
ispod
beneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Oni
Thosewhoreadthesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthe
gledatelj
spectator,andnotlife,thatart
stvarno
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
o
aboutaworkofartshowsthattheworkis
novo
new,complex,andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,the
umjetnik
artistisinaccordwithhimself.
Wecanforgive
je
amanformakingauseful
stvar
thingaslongashedoesnotadmireit.
The
jedini
onlyexcuseformakingauselessthingis
da
thatoneadmiresitintensely.
Sva
Allartisquiteuseless.
Poglavlje
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
a
andwhenthelightsummer
vjetar
windstirredamidstthetreesofthe
vrtu
garden,therecamethroughtheopen
vrata
doortheheavyscentofthelilac,
ili
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashis
običaj
custom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWottoncould
samo
justcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
i
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,
čije
whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobearthe
teret
burdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
i
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsin
letu
flightflittedacrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontof
na
thehugewindow,producingakindofmomentaryJapanese
učinak
effect,andmakinghimthinkof
one
thosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
kroz
throughthemediumofan
umjetnosti
artthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seekto
prenijeti
conveythesenseofswiftness
i
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirway
kroz
throughthelongunmowngrass,
ili
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomakethestillness
još
moreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
kao
likethebourdonnoteof
je
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-length
portret
portraitofayoungmanof
izvanredne
extraordinarypersonalbeauty,andin
ispred
frontofit,somelittledistanceaway,wassittingthe
umjetnik
artisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesudden
nestanak
disappearancesomeyearsagocaused,atthe
vrijeme
time,suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthe
slikar
painterlookedatthegracious
i
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhis
umjetnosti
art,asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,
i
andseemedabouttolinger
tamo
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
i
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersupon
na
thelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhis
mozga
brainsomecuriousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.
“Itisyour
najbolje
bestwork,Basil,thebest
stvar
thingyouhaveeverdone,”saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“Youmustcertainly
poslati
senditnextyeartotheGrosvenor.
The
Akademija
Academyistoolargeand
previše
toovulgar.
WheneverIhavegone
tamo
there,therehavebeeneithersomany
ljudi
peoplethatIhavenotbeen
mogao
abletoseethepictures,
što
whichwasdreadful,orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeen
mogao
abletoseethepeople,
što
whichwasworse.
TheGrosvenoris
stvarno
reallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghis
glavu
headbackinthatodd
način
waythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
poslati
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
i
andlookedathiminamazement
kroz
throughthethinbluewreathsof
dima
smokethatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhis
teške
heavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsendit
nigdje
anywhere?
Mydearfellow,why?
Haveyouany
razlog
reason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
Youdoanythingin
na
theworldtogaina
reputaciju
reputation.
Assoonasyouhaveone,you
čini
seemtowanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,for
postoji
thereisonlyonethingin
na
theworldworsethanbeingtalked
o
about,andthatisnotbeingtalked
o
about.
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyou
daleko
farabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
i
andmaketheoldmen
prilično
quitejealous,ifoldmenareevercapableof
bilo
anyemotion.”
“Iknowyouwilllaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
stvarno
reallycan’texhibitit.
Ihaveput
previše
toomuchofmyselfintoit.”
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
i
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyouwould;
ali
butitisquitetrue,allthesame.”
“Toomuchofyourselfinit!
Uponmy
riječ
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;
i
andIreallycan’tseeany
sličnost
resemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrongface
i
andyourcoal-blackhair,and
ovog
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutof
slonovače
ivoryandrose-leaves.
Why,my
dragi
dearBasil,heisaNarcissus,andyou—well,of
naravno
courseyouhaveanintellectual
izraz
expressionandallthat.
But
ljepota
beauty,realbeauty,endswhereanintellectual
izraz
expressionbegins.
Intellectisinitselfa
način
modeofexaggeration,anddestroysthe
harmoniju
harmonyofanyface.
Themomentonesitsdowntothink,onebecomesall
nos
nose,orallforehead,or
nešto
somethinghorrid.
Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
bilo
anyofthelearnedprofessions.
Kako
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Osim
Except,ofcourse,inthe
Crkvi
Church.
Buttheninthe
Crkvi
Churchtheydon’tthink.
A
biskup
bishopkeepsonsayingatthe
dobi
ageofeightywhathewastoldtosay
kad
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,
i
andasanaturalconsequencehe
uvijek
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Your
tajanstveni
mysteriousyoungfriend,whosenameyouhavenevertoldme,
ali
butwhosepicturereallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
Ifeel
prilično
quitesureofthat.
Heissomebrainlessbeautiful
stvorenje
creaturewhoshouldbealways
ovdje
hereinwinterwhenwehavenoflowerstolookat,
i
andalwayshereinsummer
kada
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’t
laskaj
flatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotinthe
najmanje
leastlikehim.”
“Youdon’tunderstand
me
me,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“Of
naravno
courseIamnotlikehim.
I
znam
knowthatperfectlywell.
Indeed,Ishouldbe
žao
sorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iamtellingyouthetruth.
Postoji
Thereisafatalityaboutallphysical
i
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemstodog
kroz
throughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
bolje
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Na
Theuglyandthestupid
imaju
havethebestofitin
ovom
thisworld.
Theycansitattheirease
i
andgapeattheplay.
Ako
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareat
barem
leastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
Theyliveaswe
svi
allshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,and
bez
withoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbring
propast
ruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Your
čin
rankandwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,
god
whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
dobar
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegods
su
havegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Is
to
thathisname?”
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthe
studio
studiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishis
ime
name.
Ididn’tintendto
reći
tellittoyou.”
“But
zašto
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’t
objasniti
explain.
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Inever
kažem
telltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
kao
likesurrenderingapartof
njih
them.
Ihavegrownto
ljubav
lovesecrecy.
Itseemstobetheone
stvar
thingthatcanmakemodern
život
lifemysteriousormarvellousto
nas
us.
Thecommonestthingisdelightful
ako
ifoneonlyhidesit.
Kad
WhenIleavetownnowInever
kažem
tellmypeoplewhereIamgoing.
IfIdid,Iwouldlose
sve
allmypleasure.
Itisasilly
navika
habit,Idaresay,but
nekako
somehowitseemstobringagreatdealof
romantike
romanceintoone’slife.
Isupposeyouthinkme
užasno
awfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
dragi
dearBasil.
YouseemtoforgetthatIam
oženjen
married,andtheonecharmof
braka
marriageisthatitmakesa
život
lifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
obje
bothparties.
Ineverknow
gdje
wheremywifeis,andmy
žena
wifeneverknowswhatIamdoing.
Kad
Whenwemeet—wedomeet
povremeno
occasionally,whenwedineout
zajedno
together,orgodowntotheDuke’s—wetell
jedni
eachotherthemostabsurdstories
s
withthemostseriousfaces.
My
žena
wifeisverygoodatit—muchbetter,in
stvari
fact,thanIam.
Shenevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
a
andIalwaysdo.
But
kad
whenshedoesfindmeout,shemakes
ne
norowatall.
I
ponekad
sometimeswishshewould;
butshe
samo
merelylaughsatme.”
“Ihate
na
thewayyoutalkaboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,strolling
prema
towardsthedoorthatledinto
na
thegarden.
“Ibelievethatyouare
stvarno
reallyaverygoodhusband,
ali
butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinary
momak
fellow.
Youneversayamoral
stvar
thing,andyouneverdoawrong
stvar
thing.
Yourcynicismissimplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalis
jednostavno
simplyapose,andthemostirritating
poza
poseIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
i
andthetwoyoungmenwentoutintothe
vrt
gardentogetherandensconcedthemselveson
je
alongbambooseatthatstoodinthe
sjeni
shadeofatalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslipped
preko
overthepolishedleaves.
Inthe
travi
grass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Nakon
Afterapause,LordHenrypulledouthiswatch.
“IamafraidImustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeI
ići
go,Iinsistonyouranswering
je
aquestionIputtoyousometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
saidthe
slikar
painter,keepinghiseyesfixedonthe
zemlju
ground.
“Youknowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwill
reći
tellyouwhatitis.
I
želim
wantyoutoexplaintome
zašto
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’s
sliku
picture.
Iwanttherealreason.”
“Itoldyouthe
pravi
realreason.”
“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwas
zato što
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfin
to
it.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”saidBasilHallward,lookinghim
ravno
straightintheface,“every
portret
portraitthatispaintedwithfeelingisa
portret
portraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitteris
samo
merelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothe
koji
whoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisratherthe
slikar
painterwho,onthecoloured
platnu
canvas,revealshimself.
ThereasonIwillnot
izložiti
exhibitthispictureisthatIamafraid
da
thatIhaveshowninitthe
tajnu
secretofmyownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
heasked.
“Iwilltellyou,”saidHallward;
ali
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhis
lice
face.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”continuedhis
drug
companion,glancingathim.
“Oh,
ima
thereisreallyverylittleto
reći
tell,Harry,”answeredthepainter;
“andIamafraidyouwill
teško
hardlyunderstandit.
Perhapsyouwill
teško
hardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
i
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthe
trave
grassandexaminedit.
“Iam
sasvim
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
mali
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasforbelievingthings,I
mogu
canbelieveanything,providedthatitis
sasvim
quiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
neke
someblossomsfromthetrees,andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,movedtoandfrointhelanguid
zraku
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythe
zida
wall,andlikeablue
nit
threadalongthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrown
gaze
gauzewings.
LordHenryfeltasifhecould
čuti
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
i
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“Thestoryis
jednostavno
simplythis,”saidthepainter
nakon
aftersometime.
“Twomonths
prije
agoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
znaš
knowwepoorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfromtimetotime,
samo
justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Sa
Withaneveningcoatandawhitetie,asyoutoldme
jednom
once,anybody,evenastock-broker,
može
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Pa
Well,afterIhadbeeninthe
sobi
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
i
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconsciousthatsomeonewaslookingat
me
me.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
i
andsawDorianGrayfor
na
thefirsttime.
Whenoureyesmet,Ifelt
da
thatIwasgrowingpale.
Je
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
me
me.
IknewthatIhadcome
lice
facetofacewithsomeone
čija
whosemerepersonalitywassofascinatingthat,
ako
ifIallowedittodoso,itwouldabsorbmywholenature,mywhole
dušu
soul,myveryartitself.
Ididnotwantanyexternalinfluenceinmylife.
You
znaš
knowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
Ihave
uvijek
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadat
barem
leastalwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
znam
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Nešto
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasonthevergeofaterrible
krize
crisisinmylife.
Ihada
čudan
strangefeelingthatfatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
i
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrew
bojati
afraidandturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwas
je
asortofcowardice.
Itake
ne
nocredittomyselffortryingtoescape.”
“Conscience
i
andcowardicearereallythe
iste
samethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
To
Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
vjerujem
believethat,Harry,andIdon’t
vjerujem
believeyoudoeither.
However,
god
whateverwasmymotive—andit
možda
mayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
vrlo
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
vrata
door.
There,ofcourse,IstumbledagainstLady
Brandon
Brandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawayso
brzo
soon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
Youknowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheisa
paun
peacockineverythingbutbeauty,”saidLordHenry,pulling
na
thedaisytobitswithhislongnervousfingers.
“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
i
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
i
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
i
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
Ihad
samo
onlymetheroncebefore,
ali
butshetookitintoher
glavu
headtolionizeme.
I
vjerujem
believesomepictureofminehadmadea
veliki
greatsuccessatthetime,at
barem
leasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,
što
whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
Odjednom
SuddenlyIfoundmyselffaceto
lice
facewiththeyoungman
čija
whosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirred
me
me.