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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Hungarian A1 Translation Books

The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Hungarian A1 Translation Books

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorof
gyönyörű
beautifulthings.
Torevealart
és
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
Thecriticishe
aki
whocantranslateintoanothermanner
vagy
oranewmaterialhisimpressionof
szép
beautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Azok
Thosewhofinduglymeaningsin
szép
beautifulthingsarecorruptwithoutbeingcharming.
Ez
Thisisafault.
Those
akik
whofindbeautifulmeaningsin
gyönyörű
beautifulthingsarethecultivated.
Forthesethereishope.
Theyare
a
theelecttowhombeautifulthingsmean
csak
onlybeauty.
Thereisno
olyan
suchthingasamoral
vagy
oranimmoralbook.
Booksare
jól
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Thatisall.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCaliban
látja
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannot
látja
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.
Themorallifeof
ember
manformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
de
butthemoralityofartconsistsinthe
tökéletes
perfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Noartistdesirestoprove
semmit
anything.
Eventhingsthatare
igaz
truecanbeproved.
Noartisthasethicalsympathies.
Egy
Anethicalsympathyinanartistis
egy
anunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Noartistisevermorbid.
A
Theartistcanexpresseverything.
Thought
és
andlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofanart.
Vice
és
andvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsforanart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeof
összes
alltheartsistheartofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Minden
Allartisatoncesurface
és
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Those
akik
whoreadthesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,andnotlife,thatartreallymirrors.
Diversityofopinionaboutaworkofart
mutatja
showsthattheworkis
új
new,complex,andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccordwithhimself.
Wecanforgive
egy
amanformakingauseful
dolgot
thingaslongashedoesnotadmireit.
Theonly
mentség
excuseformakingauseless
dolog
thingisthatoneadmiresitintensely.
Minden
Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
és
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,there
jött
camethroughtheopendoortheheavyscentofthelilac,
vagy
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWotton
tudták
couldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
és
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobeartheburdenof
egy
abeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
és
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthe
hosszú
longtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthehugewindow,producingakindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
és
andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyo
akik
who,throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
és
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirwaythroughthe
hosszú
longunmowngrass,orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomakethestillnessmoreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
mint
likethebourdonnoteof
egy
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreofthe
szoba
room,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitofayoungmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
és
andinfrontofit,
néhány
somelittledistanceaway,was
ült
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearance
néhány
someyearsagocaused,atthetime,
olyan
suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthepainterlookedatthegracious
és
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,
egy
asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,
és
andseemedabouttolinger
ott
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
és
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrain
néhány
somecuriousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.
“Itisyour
legjobb
bestwork,Basil,thebest
dolog
thingyouhaveeverdone,”
mondta
saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“You
kell
mustcertainlysenditnextyearto
a
theGrosvenor.
TheAcademyis
túl
toolargeandtoovulgar.
WheneverIhavegonethere,therehavebeeneithersomanypeoplethatIhavenotbeenableto
láttam
seethepictures,whichwasdreadful,orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeenableto
láttam
seethepeople,whichwasworse.
TheGrosvenorisreallythe
egyetlen
onlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghis
fejét
headbackinthatodd
módon
waythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’tsenditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
és
andlookedathiminamazementthroughthethinbluewreathsofsmoke
hogy
thatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsenditanywhere?
My
kedves
dearfellow,why?
Haveyouany
oka
reason?
Whatoddchapsyoupainters
vagytok
are!
Youdoanythingintheworldtogainareputation.
Assoonasyouhaveone,youseemto
akarod
wanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,forthereis
csak
onlyonethingintheworldworse
mint
thanbeingtalkedabout,and
hogy
thatisnotbeingtalkedabout.
Egy
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyou
messze
farabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
és
andmaketheoldmenquitejealous,
ha
ifoldmenareevercapableofanyemotion.”
“I
tudom
knowyouwilllaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
tényleg
reallycan’texhibitit.
Ihaveput
túl
toomuchofmyselfintoit.”
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
és
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyouwould;
de
butitisquitetrue,allthesame.”
“Too
sok
muchofyourselfinit!
Uponmyword,Basil,Ididn’t
tudtam
knowyouweresovain;
és
andIreallycan’tseeanyresemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrongface
és
andyourcoal-blackhair,and
ez
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutofivory
és
androse-leaves.
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
és
andyou—well,ofcourseyouhaveanintellectualexpression
és
andallthat.
Butbeauty,
igazi
realbeauty,endswhereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,
és
anddestroystheharmonyofany
arc
face.
Themomentonesitsdowntothink,one
válik
becomesallnose,orallforehead,
vagy
orsomethinghorrid.
Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
bármely
anyofthelearnedprofessions.
Milyen
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Except,of
persze
course,intheChurch.
Butthenin
az
theChurchtheydon’tthink.
Egy
Abishopkeepsonsayingattheageofeightywhathewastoldtosaywhenhewas
egy
aboyofeighteen,andas
egy
anaturalconsequencehealwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysterious
fiatal
youngfriend,whosenameyouhavenever
mondtad
toldme,butwhosepicture
igazán
reallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
Ifeelquite
biztos
sureofthat.
Heissomebrainless
gyönyörű
beautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
mindig
alwayshereinwinterwhenwehavenoflowerstolookat,
és
andalwayshereinsummer
amikor
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleastlikehim.”
“Youdon’tunderstand
engem
me,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“Of
persze
courseIamnotlikehim.
Iknowthatperfectlywell.
Indeed,Ishouldbesorrytolook
mint
likehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
mondom
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereis
egy
afatalityaboutallphysical
és
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatality
amely
thatseemstodogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
jobb
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Theugly
és
andthestupidhavethebestofitinthisworld.
Theycansitattheirease
és
andgapeattheplay.
Ha
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatleastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
They
élnek
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
és
andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
és
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’sgoodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhat
az
thegodshavegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Isthathisname?”
kérdezte
askedLordHenry,walkingacross
a
thestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishisname.
Ididn’tintendtotellittoyou.”
“But
miért
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Ha
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Inever
mondom
telltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
mint
likesurrenderingapartofthem.
Ihavegrowntolovesecrecy.
Itseemstobethe
egyetlen
onethingthatcanmakemodernlifemysterious
vagy
ormarvelloustous.
Thecommonest
dolog
thingisdelightfulifone
csak
onlyhidesit.
WhenIleavetown
most
nowInevertellmypeoplewhereIam
megyek
going.
IfIdid,Iwouldlose
összes
allmypleasure.
Itis
egy
asillyhabit,Idare
mondani
say,butsomehowitseemstobring
egy
agreatdealofromanceintoone’slife.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
drága
dearBasil.
YouseemtoforgetthatIam
házas
married,andtheonecharmofmarriageisthatitmakesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryforbothparties.
I
sosem
neverknowwheremywife
van
is,andmywifeneverknowswhatIam
csinálok
doing.
Whenwemeet—wedo
találkozunk
meetoccasionally,whenwedineout
együtt
together,orgodowntotheDuke’s—wetelleachotherthemostabsurdstorieswiththemostseriousfaces.
Mywifeis
nagyon
verygoodatit—muchbetter,in
sőt
fact,thanIam.
She
sosem
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
és
andIalwaysdo.
But
amikor
whenshedoesfindme
ki
out,shemakesnorowatall.
I
néha
sometimeswishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“Ihatethewayyoutalkaboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”
mondta
saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthe
ajtó
doorthatledintothegarden.
“Ibelieve
hogy
thatyouarereallyavery
jó
goodhusband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyour
saját
ownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
Youneversayamoral
dolgot
thing,andyouneverdoawrong
dolgot
thing.
Yourcynicismissimply
egy
apose.”
“Beingnaturalissimply
egy
apose,andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
és
andthetwoyoungmen
ment
wentoutintothegarden
együtt
togetherandensconcedthemselveson
egy
alongbambooseatthatstoodintheshadeof
egy
atalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslippedover
a
thepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,
fehér
whitedaisiesweretremulous.
After
egy
apause,LordHenrypulledouthiswatch.
“IamafraidI
kell
mustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“and
mielőtt
beforeIgo,Iinsistonyouranswering
egy
aquestionIputtoyousome
ideje
timeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
mondta
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedontheground.
“Youknow
nagyon
quitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwilltellyouwhatit
az
is.
Iwantyoutoexplaintome
miért
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
I
akarom
wanttherealreason.”
“Itoldyou
az
therealreason.”
“No,youdidnot.
You
mondtad
saiditwasbecausetherewas
túl
toomuchofyourselfinit.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”
mondta
saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightintheface,“everyportrait
amit
thatispaintedwithfeelingisaportraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisratherthepainter
aki
who,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
The
ok
reasonIwillnotexhibit
ezt
thispictureisthatIam
félek
afraidthatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmy
saját
ownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
kérdezte
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”
mondta
saidHallward;
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhisface.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingathim.
“Oh,thereisreallyvery
kevés
littletotell,Harry,”answered
a
thepainter;
“andIamafraidyou
fogod
willhardlyunderstandit.
Perhapsyou
fogod
willhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
és
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
és
andexaminedit.
“Iamquite
biztos
sureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
kis
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasfor
hinni
believingthings,Icanbelieveanything,provided
hogy
thatitisquiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
néhány
someblossomsfromthetrees,
és
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,
mozgott
movedtoandfrointhelanguid
levegő
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythewall,
és
andlikeabluethread
egy
alongthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
LordHenryfeltasifhecouldhearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
és
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“The
történet
storyissimplythis,”said
a
thepainteraftersometime.
“Twomonths
ezelőtt
agoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
tudja
knowwepoorartistshaveto
mutatnunk
showourselvesinsocietyfromtimetotime,
csak
justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Withaneveningcoat
és
andawhitetie,asyou
mondtad
toldmeonce,anybody,evenastock-broker,cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Nos
Well,afterIhadbeenintheroom
körülbelül
abouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
és
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconsciousthatsomeonewaslookingat
rám
me.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
és
andsawDorianGrayforthe
először
firsttime.
Whenoureyes
találkoztak
met,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Egy
Acurioussensationofterrorcameoverme.
I
tudtam
knewthatIhadcome
szembe
facetofacewithsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinatingthat,
ha
ifIallowedittodoso,itwouldabsorbmy
egész
wholenature,mywholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnot
akartam
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmylife.
You
tudod
knowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
I
voltam
havealwaysbeenmyownmaster;
volt
hadatleastalwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
tudom
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Valami
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwason
az
thevergeofaterriblecrisisinmylife.
I
volt
hadastrangefeelingthatfate
volt
hadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
és
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
és
andturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwasasortofcowardice.
Itake
nem
nocredittomyselffor
megpróbáltam
tryingtoescape.”
“Conscienceandcowardicearereally
a
thesamethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Thatisall.”
“Idon’tbelievethat,Harry,
és
andIdon’tbelieveyoudo
sem
either.
However,whateverwasmymotive—anditmayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
nagyon
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledto
az
thedoor.
There,ofcourse,Istumbled
ellen
againstLadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawaysosoon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
Youknowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheis
egy
apeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”
mondta
saidLordHenry,pullingthedaisytobitswithhis
hosszú
longnervousfingers.
“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtme
fel
uptoroyalties,andpeople
a
withstarsandgarters,andelderlyladies
a
withgigantictiarasandparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
I
legyen
hadonlymetheroncebefore,
de
butshetookitintoherheadtolionizeme.
I
hiszem
believesomepictureofminehadmadea
nagy
greatsuccessatthetime,atleasthadbeenchattered
arról
aboutinthepennynewspapers,
ami
whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyI
találtam
foundmyselffacetofacewiththeyoungmanwhosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirredme.