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A Christmas Carol | Progressive Hungarian A1 Translation Books

A Christmas Carol | Progressive Hungarian A1 Translation Books

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STAVEONE.
MARLEY’SGHOST.
Marleywas
halott
dead:
tobeginwith.
Thereis
nincs
nodoubtwhateveraboutthat.
Theregisterofhisburialwassignedbytheclergyman,theclerk,theundertaker,
és
andthechiefmourner.
Scroogesignedit:
és
andScrooge’snamewasgoodupon’Change,foranythinghechoseto
tenni
puthishandto.
OldMarleywasas
halott
deadasadoor-nail.
Mind!
Idon’tmeanto
mondani
saythatIknow,ofmy
saját
ownknowledge,whatthereisparticularly
halott
deadaboutadoor-nail.
Imight
voltam
havebeeninclined,myself,toregardacoffin-nailasthedeadestpieceofironmongeryinthetrade.
De
Butthewisdomofourancestorsisinthesimile;
és
andmyunhallowedhandsshallnotdisturbit,
vagy
ortheCountry’sdonefor.
Youwillthereforepermitmetorepeat,emphatically,thatMarleywasas
halott
deadasadoor-nail.
Scrooge
tudta
knewhewasdead?
Of
persze
coursehedid.
Howcoulditbeotherwise?
Scrooge
és
andhewerepartnersforIdon’t
tudom
knowhowmanyyears.
Scroogewashissoleexecutor,hissoleadministrator,hissoleassign,hissoleresiduarylegatee,hissolefriend,
és
andsolemourner.
AndevenScroogewasnotsodreadfully
vágott
cutupbythesadevent,
de
butthathewasanexcellentmanofbusinessontheverydayofthefuneral,
és
andsolemniseditwithanundoubtedbargain.
ThementionofMarley’sfuneralbringsmebacktothepointIstartedfrom.
Thereisnodoubt
hogy
thatMarleywasdead.
This
kell
mustbedistinctlyunderstood,or
semmi
nothingwonderfulcancomeofthestoryIamgoingtorelate.
Ha
IfwewerenotperfectlyconvincedthatHamlet’s
Apja
Fatherdiedbeforetheplaybegan,
nem
therewouldbenothingmoreremarkableinhistakingastrollat
éjszaka
night,inaneasterlywind,uponhis
saját
ownramparts,thantherewouldbein
bármely
anyothermiddle-agedgentlemanrashlyturningout
után
afterdarkinabreezyspot—saySaintPaul’sChurchyardforinstance—literallytoastonishhisson’sweakmind.
Scroogeneverpainted
ki
outOldMarley’sname.
Thereitstood,yearsafterwards,above
a
thewarehousedoor:
ScroogeandMarley.
A
ThefirmwasknownasScrooge
és
andMarley.
Sometimespeoplenewto
az
thebusinesscalledScroogeScrooge,and
néha
sometimesMarley,butheansweredtobothnames.
Itwasallthesameto
őt
him.
Oh!
Buthewas
egy
atight-fistedhandatthegrindstone,Scrooge!
egy
asqueezing,wrenching,grasping,scraping,clutching,covetous,
öreg
oldsinner!
Hardandsharpasflint,fromwhich
nem
nosteelhadeverstruck
ki
outgenerousfire;
secret,andself-contained,
és
andsolitaryasanoyster.
The
hideg
coldwithinhimfrozehis
régi
oldfeatures,nippedhispointednose,shrivelledhischeek,stiffenedhisgait;
madehiseyes
vörös
red,histhinlipsblue;
és
andspokeoutshrewdlyinhisgratingvoice.
Egy
Afrostyrimewasonhishead,
és
andonhiseyebrows,andhiswirychin.
Hecarriedhis
saját
ownlowtemperaturealwaysabout
a
withhim;
heicedhisofficeinthedog-days;
és
anddidn’tthawitonedegreeatChristmas.
Externalheat
és
andcoldhadlittleinfluenceonScrooge.
Nem
Nowarmthcouldwarm,nowintryweatherchillhim.
Nincs
Nowindthatblewwasbitterer
mint
thanhe,nofallingsnowwasmoreintentuponitspurpose,
nincs
nopeltingrainlessopentoentreaty.
Foulweatherdidn’t
tudta
knowwheretohavehim.
Theheaviestrain,
és
andsnow,andhail,andsleet,
lehet
couldboastoftheadvantageoverhimin
csak
onlyonerespect.
Theyoften“camedown”handsomely,
és
andScroogeneverdid.
Nobodyeverstoppedhimin
az
thestreettosay,withgladsomelooks,“MydearScrooge,howareyou?
Mikor
Whenwillyoucometoseeme?”
Nobeggarsimploredhimtobestow
egy
atrifle,nochildrenaskedhimwhatitwaso’clock,no
férfi
manorwomaneveronceinallhislifeinquiredthewaytosuchandsuch
egy
aplace,ofScrooge.
Even
a
theblindmen’sdogsappearedtoknowhim;
és
andwhentheysawhimcomingon,wouldtugtheirownersintodoorways
és
andupcourts;
andthenwouldwagtheirtailsasthoughtheysaid,“Noeyeatallis
jobb
betterthananevileye,darkmaster!”
De
ButwhatdidScroogecare!
Itwas
az
theverythingheliked.
Toedgehiswayalongthecrowdedpathsof
élet
life,warningallhumansympathyto
tartsa
keepitsdistance,waswhattheknowingonescall“nuts”toScrooge.
Egyszer
Onceuponatime—ofallthe
jó
gooddaysintheyear,onChristmasEve—oldScrooge
ült
satbusyinhiscounting-house.
Itwas
hideg
cold,bleak,bitingweather:
foggywithal:
és
andhecouldhearthepeopleinthecourt
kívül
outside,gowheezingupand
le
down,beatingtheirhandsupontheirbreasts,
és
andstampingtheirfeetuponthepavementstonestowarm
őket
them.
Thecityclockshadonlyjustgone
három
three,butitwasquitedarkalready—ithadnotbeen
fény
lightallday—andcandleswereflaringinthewindowsoftheneighbouringoffices,
mint
likeruddysmearsuponthepalpablebrown
levegő
air.
Thefogcamepouringinat
minden
everychinkandkeyhole,andwassodensewithout,
hogy
thatalthoughthecourtwasofthenarrowest,thehousesoppositeweremerephantoms.
To
látta
seethedingycloudcomedroopingdown,obscuring
mindent
everything,onemighthavethoughtthatNature
él
livedhardby,andwasbrewingonalargescale.
ThedoorofScrooge’scounting-housewasopen
hogy
thathemightkeephiseyeuponhisclerk,
aki
whoinadismallittlecellbeyond,
egy
asortoftank,wascopyingletters.
Scrooge
volt
hadaverysmallfire,
de
buttheclerk’sfirewasso
nagyon
verymuchsmallerthatitlooked
mint
likeonecoal.
Buthecouldn’treplenishit,forScroogekeptthecoal-boxinhis
saját
ownroom;
andsosurelyastheclerkcameinwiththeshovel,themasterpredictedthatitwouldbenecessaryforthemtopart.
Whereforetheclerkputonhis
fehér
whitecomforter,andtriedtowarmhimselfatthecandle;
inwhicheffort,notbeinga
ember
manofastrongimagination,hefailed.
“AmerryChristmas,
bácsi
uncle!
Godsaveyou!”
cried
egy
acheerfulvoice.
ItwasthevoiceofScrooge’snephew,
aki
whocameuponhimsoquickly
hogy
thatthiswasthefirstintimationhe
volt
hadofhisapproach.
“Bah!”
mondta
saidScrooge,“Humbug!”
Hehadsoheatedhimselfwithrapidwalkinginthefog
és
andfrost,thisnephewofScrooge’s,
hogy
thathewasallinaglow;
his
arca
facewasruddyandhandsome;
hiseyessparkled,
és
andhisbreathsmokedagain.
“Christmas
egy
ahumbug,uncle!”
saidScrooge’snephew.
“Youdon’tmean
hogy
that,Iamsure?”
“Ido,”
mondta
saidScrooge.
“MerryChristmas!
Whatright
van
haveyoutobemerry?
Whatreason
van
haveyoutobemerry?
You’re
szegény
poorenough.”
“Come,then,”returned
az
thenephewgaily.
“Whatright
van
haveyoutobedismal?
Whatreason
van
haveyoutobemorose?
You’rerichenough.”
Scrooge
volt
havingnobetteranswerreadyonthespurofthemoment,
mondta
said,“Bah!”
again;
andfolloweditup
a
with“Humbug.”
“Don’tbecross,uncle!”
mondta
saidthenephew.
“WhatelsecanIbe,”returnedthe
nagybátyja
uncle,“whenIlivein
ilyen
suchaworldoffoolsasthis?
MerryChristmas!
OutuponmerryChristmas!
What’sChristmas
ideje
timetoyoubuta
ideje
timeforpayingbillswithout
pénz
money;
atimeforfindingyourselfayearolder,
de
butnotanhourricher;
egy
atimeforbalancingyourbooks
és
andhavingeveryitemin’em
át
througharounddozenofmonthspresenteddeadagainstyou?
Ha
IfIcouldworkmywill,”saidScroogeindignantly,“everyidiot
aki
whogoesaboutwith‘MerryChristmas’onhislips,
kellene
shouldbeboiledwithhis
saját
ownpudding,andburiedwith
egy
astakeofhollythroughhisheart.
Heshould!”
“Uncle!”
pleaded
az
thenephew.
“Nephew!”
returnedthe
nagybátyja
unclesternly,“keepChristmasinyour
saját
ownway,andletmekeepitinmine.”
“Keepit!”
repeatedScrooge’snephew.
“Butyoudon’tkeepit.”
“Letmeleaveitalone,then,”
mondta
saidScrooge.
“Muchgoodmayitdoyou!
Sok
Muchgoodithaseverdoneyou!”
“TherearemanythingsfromwhichImighthavederivedgood,bywhichIhavenotprofited,Idaresay,”returned
az
thenephew.
“Christmasamongtherest.
De
ButIamsureI
vagyok
havealwaysthoughtofChristmastime,whenit
vagyok
hascomeround—apartfromthevenerationduetoitssacred
neve
nameandorigin,ifanythingbelongingtoitcanbeapartfromthat—as
egy
agoodtime;
akind,forgiving,charitable,pleasant
idő
time;
theonlytimeI
tudom
knowof,inthelongcalendarofthe
év
year,whenmenandwomenseembyoneconsenttoopentheirshut-upheartsfreely,
és
andtothinkofpeoplebelowthemasiftheyreallywerefellow-passengerstothegrave,
és
andnotanotherraceofcreaturesboundonotherjourneys.
És
Andtherefore,uncle,thoughit
vagy
hasneverputascrapofgold
vagy
orsilverinmypocket,I
hiszem
believethatithasdonemegood,
és
andwilldomegood;
és
andIsay,Godblessit!”
TheclerkintheTankinvoluntarilyapplauded.
Becomingimmediatelysensibleoftheimpropriety,hepokedthe
tüzet
fire,andextinguishedthelastfrailsparkforever.
“Letmehearanother
hangot
soundfromyou,”saidScrooge,“andyou’llkeepyourChristmasbylosingyoursituation!
You’re
elég
quiteapowerfulspeaker,sir,”headded,turningtohisnephew.
“Iwonderyoudon’t
megy
gointoParliament.”
“Don’tbeangry,
bácsi
uncle.
Come!
Dinewithusto-morrow.”
Scrooge
mondta
saidthathewouldseehim—yes,indeedhedid.
Hewentthe
egész
wholelengthoftheexpression,
és
andsaidthathewouldseehimin
hogy
thatextremityfirst.
“Butwhy?”
criedScrooge’snephew.
“Why?”
“Whydidyougetmarried?”
mondta
saidScrooge.
“BecauseIfellinlove.”
“Becauseyoufellinlove!”
growledScrooge,asifthatweretheonlyone
dolog
thingintheworldmoreridiculousthanamerryChristmas.
“Goodafternoon!”
“Nay,uncle,
de
butyounevercametoseeme
mielőtt
beforethathappened.
Whygiveitasareasonfornot
jöjjön
comingnow?”
“Goodafternoon,”saidScrooge.
“I
akarok
wantnothingfromyou;
Iasknothingofyou;
miért
whycannotwebefriends?”
“Goodafternoon,”
mondta
saidScrooge.
“Iamsorry,withallmyheart,to
talállak
findyousoresolute.
We
volt
haveneverhadanyquarrel,towhichI
volt
havebeenaparty.
ButIhavemadethetrialinhomagetoChristmas,
és
andI’llkeepmyChristmashumourtothelast.
SoAMerryChristmas,uncle!”
“Goodafternoon!”
mondta
saidScrooge.
“AndAHappyNewYear!”
“Goodafternoon!”
mondta
saidScrooge.
Hisnephewlefttheroomwithout
egy
anangryword,notwithstanding.
He
megállt
stoppedattheouterdoortobestowthegreetingsoftheseasonontheclerk,
aki
who,coldashewas,waswarmerthanScrooge;
forhereturnedthemcordially.
“There’sanotherfellow,”mutteredScrooge;
aki
whooverheardhim:
“myclerk,
a
withfifteenshillingsaweek,
és
andawifeandfamily,talkingabout
egy
amerryChristmas.
I’llretiretoBedlam.”
Ez
Thislunatic,inlettingScrooge’snephewout,
voltak
hadlettwootherpeoplein.Theywereportlygentlemen,pleasanttobehold,
és
andnowstood,withtheirhatsoff,inScrooge’soffice.
They
voltak
hadbooksandpapersintheirhands,
és
andbowedtohim.
“Scrooge
és
andMarley’s,Ibelieve,”said
egyik
oneofthegentlemen,referringtohislist.
“HaveI
az
thepleasureofaddressingMr.Scrooge,
vagy
orMr.Marley?”
“Mr.
Marley
már
hasbeendeadthesesevenyears,”Scroogereplied.
“Hediedsevenyears
ezelőtt
ago,thisverynight.”
“Wehavenodoubthisliberalityis
jól
wellrepresentedbyhissurvivingpartner,”
mondta
saidthegentleman,presentinghiscredentials.
Itcertainlywas;
forthey
voltak
hadbeentwokindredspirits.
Attheominous
szó
word“liberality,”Scroogefrowned,andshookhis
fejét
head,andhandedthecredentials
vissza
back.
“Atthisfestiveseasonofthe
év
year,Mr.Scrooge,”saidthegentleman,takingup
egy
apen,“itismore
mint
thanusuallydesirablethatweshouldmakesomeslightprovisionforthePoor
és
anddestitute,whosuffergreatlyatthepresenttime.
Manythousandsareinwantofcommonnecessaries;
hundredsofthousandsareinwantofcommoncomforts,sir.”
“Aretherenoprisons?”
kérdezte
askedScrooge.
“Plentyofprisons,”
mondta
saidthegentleman,layingdownthepen
újra
again.
“AndtheUnionworkhouses?”
demandedScrooge.
“Aretheystillinoperation?”
“Theyare.
Still,”returned
az
thegentleman,“IwishIcouldsaytheywerenot.”
“TheTreadmill
és
andthePoorLawarein
teljes
fullvigour,then?”
saidScrooge.
“Both
nagyon
verybusy,sir.”
“Oh!
Iwasafraid,fromwhatyousaidat
először
first,thatsomethinghadoccurredtostopthemintheirusefulcourse,”saidScrooge.
“I’m
nagyon
verygladtohearit.”
“UndertheimpressionthattheyscarcelyfurnishChristiancheerofmindorbodytothemultitude,”returnedthegentleman,“afewofusareendeavouringtoraise
egy
afundtobuythePoorsomemeat
és
anddrink,andmeansofwarmth.
Wechoosethistime,
mert
becauseitisatime,ofallothers,
amikor
whenWantiskeenlyfelt,
és
andAbundancerejoices.
WhatshallIputyou
le
downfor?”
“Nothing!”
Scroogereplied.
“Youwishtobeanonymous?”
“Iwishtobeleftalone,”
mondta
saidScrooge.
“SinceyouaskmewhatIwish,gentlemen,thatismyanswer.