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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressively Translated Czech A1-B2 Books

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorofbeautifulthings.
Toreveal
umění
artandconcealtheartistisart’s
cílem
aim.
Thecriticishe
kdo
whocantranslateintoanothermanner
nebo
oranewmaterialhis
dojem
impressionofbeautifulthings.
Thehighestasthe
nejnižší
lowestformofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Those
kteří
whofinduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorrupt
aniž by
withoutbeingcharming.
Thisisa
chyba
fault.
Thosewhofindbeautifulmeaningsin
krásné
beautifulthingsarethecultivated.
Forthesethereis
naděje
hope.
Theyaretheelecttowhom
krásné
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.
Thereisnosuchthingasa
morální
moraloranimmoralbook.
Booksare
dobře
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Thatisall.
Thenineteenth
století
centurydislikeofrealismistherageofCalibanseeinghis
vlastní
ownfaceinaglass.
Thenineteenth
století
centurydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannotseeinghis
vlastní
ownfaceinaglass.
The
morální
morallifeofmanformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
ale
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfect
použití
useofanimperfectmedium.
Žádný
Noartistdesirestoprove
nic
anything.
Eventhingsthataretrue
mohou
canbeproved.
Noartisthas
etické
ethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Žádný
Noartistisevermorbid.
The
umělec
artistcanexpresseverything.
Thought
a
andlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofan
umění
art.
Viceandvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsforan
umění
art.
Fromthepointofviewofform,the
typem
typeofalltheartsisthe
umění
artofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’s
řemeslo
craftisthetype.
All
umění
artisatoncesurface
a
andsymbol.
Thosewhogo
pod
beneaththesurfacedosoattheir
nebezpečí
peril.
Thosewhoreadthe
symbol
symboldosoattheir
nebezpečí
peril.
Itisthespectator,
a
andnotlife,thatart
opravdu
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinionaboutaworkof
umělecké
artshowsthattheworkis
nové
new,complex,andvital.
Whencritics
nesouhlasí
disagree,theartistisin
souladu
accordwithhimself.
Wecan
odpustit
forgiveamanformakingausefulthingaslongashedoesnotadmire
to
it.
Theonlyexcuseformakinga
zbytečné
uselessthingisthatoneadmiresit
intenzivně
intensely.
Allartisquite
k ničemu
useless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
a
andwhenthelightsummer
vítr
windstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,
tam
therecamethroughtheopen
dveře
doortheheavyscentofthelilac,
nebo
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-flowering
trn
thorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWottoncould
jen
justcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
a
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,
jehož
whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyableto
nést
beartheburdenofa
krásy
beautysoflamelikeastheirs;
a
andnowandthenthe
fantastické
fantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthe
dlouhé
longtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthehugewindow,producinga
druh
kindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
a
andmakinghimthinkof
ty
thosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyo
kteří
who,throughthemediumofan
umění
artthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythe
pocit
senseofswiftnessandmotion.
Thesullen
šumění
murmurofthebeesshoulderingtheir
cestu
waythroughthelongunmown
trávu
grass,orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomakethestillness
více
moreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
jako
likethebourdonnoteofadistantorgan.
Inthecentreofthe
místnosti
room,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-length
portrét
portraitofayoungmanof
mimořádné
extraordinarypersonalbeauty,andinfrontofit,somelittledistanceaway,wassittingthe
umělec
artisthimself,BasilHallward,whose
náhlé
suddendisappearancesomeyearsagocaused,atthe
době
time,suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthe
malíř
painterlookedatthegracious
a
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhis
umění
art,asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,
a
andseemedabouttolinger
tam
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
a
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughtto
uvěznit
imprisonwithinhisbrainsome
podivný
curiousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.
“Itisyour
nejlepší
bestwork,Basil,thebest
věc
thingyouhaveeverdone,”saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“Youmust
určitě
certainlysenditnextyeartotheGrosvenor.
The
Akademie
Academyistoolargeand
příliš
toovulgar.
WheneverIhavegone
tam
there,therehavebeeneithersomanypeople
že
thatIhavenotbeenableto
vidět
seethepictures,whichwas
hrozné
dreadful,orsomanypictures
že
thatIhavenotbeenableto
vidět
seethepeople,whichwas
horší
worse.
TheGrosvenorisreallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghishead
zpět
backinthatoddway
že
thatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’tsenditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
a
andlookedathimin
úžasu
amazementthroughthethinbluewreathsof
kouře
smokethatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhis
těžké
heavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsenditanywhere?
My
drahý
dearfellow,why?
Haveyouany
důvod
reason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
Youdo
cokoliv
anythingintheworldtogaina
pověst
reputation.
Assoonasyouhaveone,you
zdá
seemtowanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,forthereis
jen
onlyonethinginthe
světě
worldworsethanbeingtalked
o
about,andthatisnotbeingtalked
o
about.
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyou
daleko
farabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
a
andmaketheoldmen
docela
quitejealous,ifoldmenareevercapableofanyemotion.”
“Iknowyouwilllaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
opravdu
reallycan’texhibitit.
Ihave
dal
puttoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
a
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyouwould;
ale
butitisquitetrue,allthesame.”
“Too
mnoho
muchofyourselfinit!
Uponmyword,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;
a
andIreallycan’tseeany
podobnost
resemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrongface
a
andyourcoal-blackhair,andthisyoungAdonis,
který
wholooksasifhewasmadeoutof
slonoviny
ivoryandrose-leaves.
Why,my
drahý
dearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
a
andyou—well,ofcourseyouhavean
intelektuální
intellectualexpressionandallthat.
Ale
Butbeauty,realbeauty,ends
kde
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intelekt
Intellectisinitselfamodeof
přehánění
exaggeration,anddestroystheharmonyofanyface.
The
okamžiku
momentonesitsdownto
přemýšlet
think,onebecomesallnose,
nebo
orallforehead,orsomethinghorrid.
Podívejte
Lookatthesuccessfulmeninanyofthelearnedprofessions.
Jak
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
S výjimkou
Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.
Ale
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’tthink.
A
biskup
bishopkeepsonsayingatthe
věku
ageofeightywhathewastoldtosay
když
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,
a
andasanaturalconsequencehe
vždy
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysterious
mladý
youngfriend,whosenameyouhave
nikdy
nevertoldme,butwhose
obrázek
picturereallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
Ifeel
docela
quitesureofthat.
Heissomebrainlessbeautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
vždy
alwayshereinwinterwhenwehave
žádné
noflowerstolookat,
a
andalwayshereinsummer
když
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleast
jako
likehim.”
“Youdon’tunderstand
mi
me,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“Of
samozřejmě
courseIamnotlikehim.
I
vím
knowthatperfectlywell.
Indeed,Ishouldbe
líto
sorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iamtellingyouthe
pravdu
truth.
Thereisafatalityaboutallphysical
a
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemstodogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
lepší
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Na
Theuglyandthestupid
mají
havethebestofitinthis
světě
world.
Theycansitattheirease
a
andgapeattheplay.
Pokud
Iftheyknownothingof
vítězství
victory,theyareatleastsparedthe
vědomí
knowledgeofdefeat.
Theyliveaswe
všichni
allshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,and
bez
withoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Your
hodnost
rankandwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—my
umění
art,whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
dobrý
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegodshavegiven
nám
us,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Isthathisname?”
askedLordHenry,walking
přes
acrossthestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishisname.
Ididn’tintendto
říct
tellittoyou.”
“But
proč
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’t
vysvětlit
explain.
WhenIlikepeople
nesmírně
immensely,Inevertelltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
jako
likesurrenderingapartofthem.
Ihavegrownto
milovat
lovesecrecy.
Itseemstobetheone
věc
thingthatcanmakemodern
život
lifemysteriousormarvellousto
nás
us.
Thecommonestthingisdelightfulifone
jen
onlyhidesit.
WhenIleave
město
townnowInevertellmypeople
kam
whereIamgoing.
IfIdid,Iwouldlose
veškeré
allmypleasure.
Itisasilly
zvyk
habit,Idaresay,but
nějak
somehowitseemstobringa
velké
greatdealofromanceintoone’slife.
Isupposeyouthinkme
hrozně
awfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
drahý
dearBasil.
Youseemtoforget
že
thatIammarried,andtheonecharmof
manželství
marriageisthatitmakesa
život
lifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
obě
bothparties.
Ineverknow
kde
wheremywifeis,andmy
žena
wifeneverknowswhatIamdoing.
Když
Whenwemeet—wedomeet
příležitostně
occasionally,whenwedineouttogether,
nebo
orgodowntotheDuke’s—wetelleachotherthemostabsurdstories
s
withthemostseriousfaces.
My
žena
wifeisverygoodatit—much
lepší
better,infact,thanIam.
She
nikdy
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
a
andIalwaysdo.
But
když
whenshedoesfindmeout,shemakesnorowatall.
I
někdy
sometimeswishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“Ihatethewayyoutalk
o
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,strolling
k
towardsthedoorthatledintothegarden.
“Ibelieve
že
thatyouarereallya
velmi
verygoodhusband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyour
vlastní
ownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
You
nikdy
neversayamoralthing,
a
andyouneverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismissimplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalis
prostě
simplyapose,andthemostirritating
póza
poseIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
a
andthetwoyoungmenwentoutintothegardentogether
a
andensconcedthemselvesonalongbambooseat
které
thatstoodintheshadeofatalllaurelbush.
The
sluneční světlo
sunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.
Inthe
trávě
grass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Po
Afterapause,LordHenrypulledouthis
hodinky
watch.
“IamafraidImustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeI
jít
go,IinsistonyouransweringaquestionIputtoyousometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
saidthe
malíř
painter,keepinghiseyesfixedonthe
zem
ground.
“Youknowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwilltellyouwhatit
je
is.
Iwantyoutoexplaintome
proč
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
I
chci
wanttherealreason.”
“Itoldyoutherealreason.”
“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwasbecausetherewas
příliš
toomuchofyourselfin
to
it.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”saidBasilHallward,lookinghim
přímo
straightintheface,“every
portrét
portraitthatispaintedwithfeelingisa
portrét
portraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythe
malíř
painter;
itisratherthe
malíř
painterwho,onthecoloured
plátně
canvas,revealshimself.
ThereasonIwillnotexhibit
tento
thispictureisthatIamafraid
že
thatIhaveshowninitthe
tajemství
secretofmyownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
heasked.
“Iwilltellyou,”saidHallward;
ale
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhisface.
“Iamall
očekávání
expectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
něj
him.
“Oh,thereisreally
velmi
verylittletotell,Harry,”answeredthe
malíř
painter;
“andIamafraidyouwill
sotva
hardlyunderstandit.
Perhapsyouwill
sotva
hardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
a
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthe
trávy
grassandexaminedit.
“Iam
docela
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
malý
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasforbelievingthings,Ican
věřit
believeanything,providedthatitis
docela
quiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
některé
someblossomsfromthetrees,
a
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,movedto
a
andfrointhelanguid
ovzduší
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythe
stěně
wall,andlikeablue
nit
threadalongthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
LordHenryfeltasifhecouldhearBasilHallward’s
srdce
heartbeating,andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“Thestoryis
jednoduše
simplythis,”saidthepainter
po
aftersometime.
“TwomonthsagoIwenttoacrushat
Lady
LadyBrandon’s.
Youknowwepoorartistshaveto
ukázat
showourselvesinsocietyfromtimetotime,
jen
justtoremindthepublic
že
thatwearenotsavages.
S
Withaneveningcoatandawhitetie,asyoutoldme
jednou
once,anybody,evenastock-broker,
může
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
No
Well,afterIhadbeeninthe
místnosti
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
a
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconscious
že
thatsomeonewaslookingat
mě
me.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
a
andsawDorianGrayforthe
poprvé
firsttime.
Whenoureyesmet,Ifelt
že
thatIwasgrowingpale.
A
podivný
curioussensationofterrorcameover
mě
me.
IknewthatIhadcomefacetoface
s
withsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywasso
fascinující
fascinatingthat,ifIallowedittodoso,itwouldabsorbmy
celou
wholenature,mywholesoul,myvery
umění
artitself.
Ididnotwantany
vnější
externalinfluenceinmylife.
Youknowyourself,Harry,
jak
howindependentIamby
přírody
nature.
Ihavealwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadatleast
vždycky
alwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’tknow
jak
howtoexplainittoyou.
Něco
Somethingseemedtotellme
že
thatIwasonthevergeofa
hrozné
terriblecrisisinmylife.
Ihadastrangefeeling
že
thatfatehadinstoreforme
nádherné
exquisitejoysandexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
a
andturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnot
svědomí
consciencethatmademedoso:
itwasasortofcowardice.
Itakenocredittomyselffortryingtoescape.”
“Conscience
a
andcowardicearereallythe
stejné
samethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Thatisall.”
“Idon’tbelieve
že
that,Harry,andIdon’tbelieveyoudoeither.
Nicméně
However,whateverwasmymotive—anditmayhavebeen
pýchu
pride,forIusedtobe
velmi
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothedoor.
Tam
There,ofcourse,Istumbledagainst
Lady
LadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawayso
brzy
soon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
Youknowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheisa
páv
peacockineverythingbutbeauty,”saidLordHenry,pullingthedaisytobitswithhislongnervousfingers.
“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
a
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
a
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
a
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
Ihad
jen
onlymetheroncebefore,
ale
butshetookitintoher
hlavy
headtolionizeme.
Ibelievesome
obrázek
pictureofminehadmadeagreat
úspěch
successatthetime,at
alespoň
leasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,
což
whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
Najednou
SuddenlyIfoundmyselffacetoface
s
withtheyoungmanwhosepersonalityhadso
podivně
strangelystirredme.