STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthe
právník
lawyerwasamanofaruggedcountenancekterá
thatwasneverlightedbyasmile;cold,scanty
a
andembarrassedindiscourse;backwardinsentiment;
lean,long,dusty,dreary
a
andyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
a
andwhenthewinewastohischuti
taste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhisoka
eye;somethingindeedwhichneverfoundits
cestu
wayintohistalk,butkteré
whichspokenotonlyintěchto
thesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerobličej
face,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drank
gin
ginwhenhewasalone,tomortifyachuť
tasteforvintages;andthoughheenjoyedthe
divadlo
theatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofjednoho
onefortwentyyears.Buthehadanapproved
tolerance
toleranceforothers;sometimeswondering,
téměř
almostwithenvy,atthehightlak
pressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;a
andinanyextremityinclinedtohelpspíše
ratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:
“Iletmybrother
jít
gotothedevilinhisownway.”In
této
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisštěstí
fortunetobethelastreputableacquaintancea
andthelastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.A
Andtosuchasthese,sodlouho
longastheycameabouthischambers,henikdy
nevermarkedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.Nodoubtthe
výkon
featwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,
a
andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinapodobné
similarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkofamodestmantoaccepthisfriendly
kruh
circleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;a
andthatwasthelawyer’szpůsob
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhis
vlastní
ownbloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
jako
likeivy,werethegrowthofčasu
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Odtud
Hence,nodoubtthebondkterá
thatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownmanaboutměstě
town.Itwasanuttocrackfor
mnoho
many,whatthesetwocouldvidět
seeineachother,orwhatpředmět
subjecttheycouldfindincommon.Itwasreportedbythose
kteří
whoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,že
thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydulla
andwouldhailwithobviousreliefna
theappearanceofafriend.Forallthat,thetwomenputthegreateststoreby
tyto
theseexcursions,countedthemthehlavní
chiefjewelofeachweek,a
andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,ale
butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedon
jedné
oneoftheseramblesthattheircesta
wayledthemdownaby-streetinarušné
busyquarterofLondon.Thestreetwas
malá
smallandwhatiscalledquiet,ale
butitdroveathrivingobchodu
tradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
všichni
alldoingwell,itseemeda
andallemulouslyhopingtodělat
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthepřebytek
surplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
že
thattheshopfrontsstoodpodél
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofpozvání
invitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Evenon
Neděli
Sunday,whenitveileditsvíce
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofprůchod
passage,thestreetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingysousedství
neighbourhood,likeafireinalese
forest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
a
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,okamžitě
instantlycaughtandpleasedtheoko
eyeofthepassenger.Twodoorsfrom
jednoho
onecorner,ontheleftstraně
handgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbythedveře
entryofacourt;and
právě
justatthatpointacertainzlověstný
sinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableontheulici
street.Itwastwostoreys
vysoké
high;showednowindow,nothingbuta
dveří
dooronthelowerstoreya
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredstěny
wallontheupper;andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolonged
a
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
které
whichwasequippedwithneitherzvonek
bellnorknocker,wasblistereda
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintothe
výklenku
recessandstruckmatchesonthepanels;děti
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboyhadtriedhis
nůž
knifeonthemouldings;andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveaway
tyto
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
a
andthelawyerwereontheothersideoftheby-street;ale
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifteduphishůl
caneandpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
heasked;
a
andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withavelmi
veryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
saidMr.Utterson,
s
withaslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
domů
homefromsomeplaceatthekonci
endoftheworld,abouttři
threeo’clockofablackwintermorning,a
andmywaylaythroughačást
partoftownwheretherewasdoslova
literallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Street
po
afterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetpo
afterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprůvod
processionandallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothatstavu
stateofmindwhenačlověk
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,Isaw
dvě
twofigures:onealittle
muž
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,a
andtheotheragirlofmaybeosmi
eightortenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossstreet.No
Well,sir,thetworanintooneanotherpřirozeně
naturallyenoughatthecorner;a
andthencamethehorriblečást
partofthething;forthe
muž
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’stěle
bodyandleftherscreamingonthezemi
ground.Itsoundsnothingtohear,
ale
butitwashellishtovidět
see.Itwasn’tlikea
muže
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
Igavea
pár
fewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,a
andbroughthimbacktokde
wheretherewasalreadyquiteagroupo
aboutthescreamingchild.Hewas
naprosto
perfectlycoolandmadenoodpor
resistance,butgavemeonelook,souglyže
thatitbroughtoutthepot
sweatonmelikerunning.The
lidé
peoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’svlastní
ownfamily;andprettysoon,the
doktor
doctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.No
Well,thechildwasnotmoc
muchtheworse,morefrightened,podle
accordingtothesawbones;and
tam
thereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeanendtoto
it.Buttherewasonecurious
okolnost
circumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomy
pána
gentlemanatfirstsight.Sohadthechild’s
rodina
family,whichwasonlynatural.Ale
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckmě
me.Hewastheusualcut
a
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticularvěku
ageandcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccenta
andaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.No
Well,sir,hewasliketherestofus;everytimehelookedatmy
vězně
prisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnsicka
andwhitewiththedesiretozabít
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
mysli
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;a
andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wedidthenextnejlepší
best.Wetoldthemanwecould
a
andwouldmakesuchaskandál
scandaloutofthisasshouldmakehisjméno
namestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.Pokud
Ifhehadanyfriendsnebo
oranycredit,weundertookže
thatheshouldlosethem.A
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereasdivoké
wildasharpies.Ineversawa
kruh
circleofsuchhatefulfaces;a
andtherewasthemanintheuprostřed
middle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtaky
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,pane
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchooseto
udělat
makecapitaloutofthisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iampřirozeně
naturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’sayshe.
‘Nameyourfigure.’
No
Well,wescrewedhimuptoasto
hundredpoundsforthechild’sfamily;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
ale
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantneštěstí
mischief,andatlasthestruck.The
další
nextthingwastogetthepeníze
money;andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedus
ale
buttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutaklíč
key,wentin,andpresentlycamebacks
withthematteroftenpoundsingolda
andachequeforthezůstatek
balanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearera
andsignedwithanamethatIcan’tzmínit
mention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,ale
butitwasanameatalespoň
leastverywellknownandčasto
oftenprinted.Thefigurewas
tuhá
stiff;butthesignaturewas
dobrý
goodformorethanthatpokud
ifitwasonlygenuine.Itookthelibertyofpointingouttomy
pánovi
gentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,a
andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoacellardveří
dooratfourintheráno
morningandcomeoutwithjiného
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponasto
hundredpounds.Buthewas
docela
quiteeasyandsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopen
a
andcashthechequemyself.’Sowevšichni
allsetoff,thedoctor,a
andthechild’sfather,andourpřítel
friendandmyself,andpassedthezbytek
restofthenightinmychambers;a
andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinatěle
bodytothebank.Igaveinthe
šek
chequemyself,andsaidIhadeveryreasontověřit
believeitwasaforgery.Notabitofit.
The
šek
chequewasgenuine.”“Tut-tut!”
saidMr.Utterson.
“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.
“Yes,it’sabad
příběh
story.Formymanwasafellowthat
nikdo
nobodycouldhavetodowith,aopravdu
reallydamnableman;andthe
osoba
personthatdrewthechequeisthevelmi
verypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtoo,a
and(whatmakesitworse)jeden
oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycallgood.Vydírání
Blackmail,Isuppose;anhonest
muž
manpayingthroughthenoseforněkteré
someofthecapersofhisyouth.Černá
BlackMailHouseiswhatIcallthemísto
placewiththedoor,inconsequence.Ačkoli
Thougheventhat,youknow,isdaleko
farfromexplainingall,”headded,a
andwiththewordsfellintoažíly
veinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonasking
spíše
rathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’tknowifthedrawerofthe
šek
chequelivesthere?”“Alikely
místo
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButI
náhodou
happentohavenoticedhisaddress;helivesinsome
náměstí
squareorother.”“Andyou
nikdy
neveraskedaboutthe—placewithna
thedoor?”saidMr.Utterson.
“No,
pane
sir;Ihadadelicacy,”wasthe
odpověď
reply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
příliš
toomuchofthestyleofna
thedayofjudgment.You
začít
startaquestion,andit’sjako
likestartingastone.Yousit
tiše
quietlyonthetopofakopce
hill;andawaythestonegoes,startingothers;
a
andpresentlysomeblandoldpták
bird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedontheheadinhisvlastní
ownbackgardenandtherodina
familyhavetochangetheirjméno
name.Nosir,Imakeita
pravidlo
ruleofmine:themoreitlooks
jako
likeQueerStreet,thelessIask.”“A
velmi
verygoodrule,too,”saidtheprávník
lawyer.“ButIhavestudiedthe
místo
placeformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcelya
dům
house.Thereisnoother
dveře
door,andnobodygoesinoroutofthatonebut,jednou
onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmydobrodružství
adventure.Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirst
patře
floor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
vždycky
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.A
Andthenthereisakomín
chimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
někdo
somebodymustlivethere.And
přesto
yetit’snotsosure;forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthecourt,
že
thatit’shardtosaykde
whereoneendsandanotherbegins.”The
pár
pairwalkedonagainforawhileinsilence;a
andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’sadobré
goodruleofyours.”“Yes,Ithinkitis,”returnedEnfield.
“Butforallthat,”continuedthe
právník
lawyer,“there’sonepointIchci
wanttoask.Iwantto
zeptat
askthenameofthatmuže
manwhowalkedoverthechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tseewhat
škodu
harmitwoulddo.Itwasa
muž
manofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortofa
muž
manishetosee?”“Heisnot
snadné
easytodescribe.Thereis
něco
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;něco
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
nikdy
neversawamanIsodisliked,a
andyetIscarceknowproč
why.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
hegivesastrongfeelingofdeformity,
i když
althoughIcouldn’tspecifythebod
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
muž
man,andyetIreallycannamenic
nothingoutoftheway.No,
pane
sir;Icanmakenohandofit;
Ican’t
popsat
describehim.Andit’snotwantof
paměti
memory;forIdeclareIcan
vidět
seehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
opět
againwalkedsomewayinsilencea
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youaresureheusedakey?”
heinquiredatlast.
“My
drahý
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”saidUtterson;
“I
vím
knowitmustseemstrange.Na
Thefactis,ifIdonotaskyouna
thenameoftheotherparty,itisbecauseIknowituž
already.Yousee,Richard,your
příběh
talehasgonehome.Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
bodě
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheother
s
withatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucall
to
it.Thefellowhada
klíč
key;andwhat’smore,hehasit
pořád
still.Isawhimuseitnotaweekago.”
Mr.
Uttersonsighed
hluboce
deeplybutsaidneveraslovo
word;andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.
“Hereis
další
anotherlessontosaynothing,”saidhe.“Iamashamedofmylong
jazyk
tongue.Letusmakeabargain
nikdy
nevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”saidthe
právník
lawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
That
večer
eveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelordomu
houseinsombrespiritsandsatdowntovečeři
dinnerwithoutrelish.Itwashiscustomofa
Neděli
Sunday,whenthismealwasover,tosedět
sitclosebythefire,asvazek
volumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,dokud
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehodinu
houroftwelve,whenhewouldjít
gosoberlyandgratefullytopostele
bed.Onthisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwastakenaway,hetookupa
svíčku
candleandwentintohisobchodní
businessroom.Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthe
nejvíce
mostprivatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWilla
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
ačkoli
thoughhetookchargeofitnowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheleastpomoc
assistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednotonly
že
that,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,všechny
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“frienda
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butže
thatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearancenebo
orunexplainedabsenceforanydobu
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sboty
shoeswithoutfurtherdelayandfreefromanyburthennebo
orobligationbeyondthepaymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’sdomácnosti
household.Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.
Itoffendedhimbothasalawyer
a
andasaloverofthesanea
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.A
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydekterá
thathadswelledhisindignation;teď
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisvědomí
knowledge.Itwasalreadybad
dost
enoughwhenthenamewasale
butanameofwhichhecoulddozvědět
learnnomore.Itwas
horší
worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;a
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmistskterá
thathadsolongbaffledhisoko
eye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitivní
definitepresentmentofafiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedthe
nepříjemný
obnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andteď
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthis
svíčku
candle,putonagreatcoat,a
andsetforthinthesměrem
directionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,kde
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhisdům
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
někdo
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.The
slavnostní
solemnbutlerknewandwelcomedho
him;