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A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Hungarian A1-B2 Students

A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Hungarian A1-B2 Students

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignora
volt
hadnobusinesstodoit,”
mondta
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
Shepromisedus
déli
southroomswithaview
közel
closetogether,insteadofwhichherearenorthrooms,lookinginto
egy
acourtyard,andalongwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
egy
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,whohadbeenfurthersaddenedby
a
theSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
Shelookedatthe
két
tworowsofEnglishpeople
akik
whoweresittingatthetable;
attherowof
fehér
whitebottlesofwaterand
vörös
redbottlesofwinethat
futottak
ranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelate
Királynő
QueenandthelatePoetLaureatethathung
mögött
behindtheEnglishpeople,heavilyframed;
at
az
thenoticeoftheEnglish
egyház
church(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),thatwasthe
egyetlen
onlyotherdecorationofthe
falon
wall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,too,
hogy
thatwemightbeinLondon?
I
tudom
canhardlybelievethatallkindsof
más
otherthingsarejustoutside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“This
húst
meathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
mondta
saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.
“Iwantsoto
látni
seetheArno.
TheroomstheSignorapromisedusinherletterwould
volna
havelookedovertheArno.
TheSignorahad
nem
nobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”
Miss
MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoesseem
nehéz
hardthatyoushouldn’thaveaview.”
Lucyfelt
hogy
thatshehadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoilme:
ofcourse,you
kell
mustlookovertheArno,
is
too.
Imeantthat.
Thefirst
üres
vacantroominthefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
mondta
saidMissBartlett,partof
akinek
whosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceof
nagylelkűség
generositytowhichshemade
sok
manyatactfulallusion.
“No,
nem
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“I
ragaszkodom
insistonit.
Yourmotherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
sosem
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—if
a
thesadtruthbeowned—a
kicsit
littlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
és
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Néhány
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
és
andoneofthem—oneoftheill-bredpeoplewhom
egyik
onedoesmeetabroad—leantforwardoverthe
asztal
tableandactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
mondta
said:.
“Ihaveaview,I
van
haveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Általában
Generallyatapensionpeoplelookedthemoverfor
egy
adayortwobeforespeaking,
és
andoftendidnotfindout
hogy
thattheywould“do”tillthey
volna
hadgone.
Sheknewthatthe
betolakodó
intruderwasill-bred,evenbeforesheglancedathim.
Hewasan
öreg
oldman,ofheavybuild,withafair,shaven
arc
faceandlargeeyes.
Therewas
valami
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
bár
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
pontosan
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnotstoptoconsider,forherglance
át
passedontohisclothes.
Ezek
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
valószínűleg
probablytryingtobecomeacquaintedwiththem
mielőtt
beforetheygotintothe
úszni
swim.
Sosheassumedadazed
kifejezés
expressionwhenhespoketo
vele
her,andthensaid:
“Aview?
Oh,aview!
Milyen
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
mondta
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
van
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
mondta
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,
aki
whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“is
hogy
thatyoucanhaveourrooms,
és
andwe’llhaveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
jobb
betterclassoftouristwasshockedatthis,
és
andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
Miss
MissBartlett,inreply,openedhermouthaslittleaspossible,
és
andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
mondta
saidtheoldman,withbothfistson
az
thetable.
“Becauseitisquiteoutofthequestion,
köszönöm
thankyou.”
“Yousee,wedon’tliketotake—”
kezdte
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressedher.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Womenlikelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
És
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
mint
likeanaughtychild,andturnedtohisson,
mondta
saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’sso
nyilvánvaló
obvioustheyshouldhavetherooms,”
mondta
saidtheson.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnotlookattheladiesashespoke,
de
buthisvoicewasperplexed
és
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
de
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatisknownas“quiteascene,”
és
andshehadanoddfeeling
amit
thatwhenevertheseill-bredtouristsspokethe
verseny
contestwidenedanddeepenedtillitdealt,notwithrooms
és
andviews,butwith—well,with
valami
somethingquitedifferent,whoseexistenceshe
volt
hadnotrealizedbefore.
Now
az
theoldmanattackedMissBartlett
majdnem
almostviolently:
Whyshouldshenotchange?
Whatpossibleobjectionhadshe?
Theywouldclearoutinhalfan
óra
hour.
MissBartlett,thoughskilledinthedelicaciesof
beszélgetés
conversation,waspowerlessinthepresenceofbrutality.
Itwas
lehetetlen
impossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Her
arca
facereddenedwithdispleasure.
Shelookedaroundasmuchasto
mondta
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
És
Andtwolittleoldladies,
akik
whoweresittingfurtherupthetable,withshawlshangingoverthebacksofthechairs,lookedback,
egyértelműen
clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyourdinner,dear,”she
mondta
saidtoLucy,andbegantotoy
újra
againwiththemeatthatshehad
egykor
oncecensured.
Lucymumbledthatthose
tűntek
seemedveryoddpeopleopposite.
“Eatyourdinner,dear.
Ez
Thispensionisafailure.
Holnap
To-morrowwewillmakeachange.”
Alig
Hardlyhadsheannouncedthisfelldecision
amikor
whenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
végén
endoftheroomparted,
és
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
de
butattractive,whohurriedforwardtotakehisplaceatthetable,cheerfully
bocsánatot
apologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
aki
whohadnotyetacquireddecency,at
egyszer
oncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Miért
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,
milyen
howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,we
kell
muststopnow,howeverbad
a
theroomsare.
Oh!”
MissBartlett
mondta
said,withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpectthatyouhaveforgotten
minket
us:
MissBartlettandMissHoneychurch,
akik
whowereatTunbridgeWells
amikor
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthat
nagyon
verycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,
aki
whohadtheairofoneonaholiday,didnot
emlékszik
remembertheladiesquiteas
világosan
clearlyastheyrememberedhim.
De
Buthecameforwardpleasantly
elég
enoughandacceptedthechairintowhichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamso
örülök
gladtoseeyou,”saidthe
lány
girl,whowasinastateof
lelki
spiritualstarvation,andwouldhavebeen
örülök
gladtoseethewaiter
ha
ifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancy
milyen
howsmalltheworldis.
Nyári
SummerStreet,too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesintheparishofSummerStreet,”
mondta
saidMissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedto
mondta
tellmeinthecourseof
beszélgetés
conversationthatyouhavejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,Iheardfrommotherso
múlt
lastweek.
Shedidn’tknow
hogy
thatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
de
butIwrotebackatonce,
és
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
mondta
saidtheclergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummer
Street
StreetnextJune.
Iam
szerencsés
luckytobeappointedto
ilyen
suchacharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,
milyen
howgladIam!
The
neve
nameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
anya
motherandmegenerally,andmy
bátyám
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwe
kapjuk
gethimtoch——
The
templom
churchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
hagyd
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iameatingit,
köszönöm
thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
He
inkább
preferredtotalktoLucy,
akinek
whoseplayingheremembered,rather
mint
thantoMissBartlett,who
valószínűleg
probablyrememberedhissermons.
HeaskedthegirlwhethersheknewFlorence
jól
well,andwasinformedatsomelengththatshe
volt
hadneverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfulto
tanácsot
adviseanewcomer,andhewas
első
firstinthefield.
“Don’tneglectthecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“The
első
firstfineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,
és
androundbySettignano,orsomethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
egy
avoicefromthetopof
az
thetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
The
első
firstfineafternoonyourladies
kell
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
hölgy
ladylookssoclever,”whispered
Miss
MissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
És
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentofinformation
tört
burstonthem.
Peopletoldthemwhatto
látják
see,whentoseeit,
hogyan
howtostoptheelectrictrams,
hogyan
howtogetridofthebeggars,
hogyan
howmuchtogivefor
egy
avellumblotter,howmuchthe
hely
placewouldgrowuponthem.
A
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
majdnem
almostenthusiastically,thattheywoulddo.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,
kedves
kindladiessmiledandshoutedatthem.
És
Andaboveallrosethe
hangja
voiceofthecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
They
kell
mustgotoPrato.
That
hely
placeistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
Iloveit;
Irevelinshaking
le
offthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
TheyoungmannamedGeorgeglancedatthecleverlady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohisplate.
Obviouslyhe
és
andhisfatherdidnotdo.
Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,
talált
foundtimetowishtheydid.
It
adott
gavehernoextrapleasure
hogy
thatanyoneshouldbeleftinthecold;
és
andwhensherosetogo,sheturnedback
és
andgavethetwooutsiders
egy
anervouslittlebow.
The
apa
fatherdidnotseeit;
a
thesonacknowledgedit,notbyanotherbow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
és
andsmiling;
heseemedtobe
mosolyogna
smilingacrosssomething.
Shehastened
után
afterhercousin,whohadalreadydisappeared
keresztül
throughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
egy
oneintheface,andseemed
nehéz
heavywithmorethancloth.
Beyondthemstood
a
theunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
és
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittleboy,
és
andVictorier,herdaughter.
It
hogy
madeacuriouslittlescene,thisattemptoftheCockneytoconveythegrace
és
andgenialityoftheSouth.
És
Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,
amely
whichattemptedtorivalthe
szilárd
solidcomfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Was
ez
thisreallyItaly?
MissBartlettwasalreadyseatedon
egy
atightlystuffedarm-chair,whichhadthecolour
és
andthecontoursofa
paradicsom
tomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
és
andasshespoke,her
hosszú
longnarrowheaddrovebackwards
és
andforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughsheweredemolishingsome
láthatatlan
invisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
mondta
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeansso
sokat
much.
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
egy
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
Heexpressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,
tudja
knowthenameofanoldman
aki
whosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Isheafriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
mondok
saynomore.”
Hepressedher
nagyon
veryslightly,andshesaid
többet
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmy
fiatal
youngcousin,Lucy,andit
lenne
wouldbeaseriousthing
ha
ifIputherunderanobligationtopeopleofwhomwe
tudunk
knownothing.
Hismannerwassomewhat
szerencsétlen
unfortunate.
IhopeIactedforthebest.”
“Youactedverynaturally,”
mondta
saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
és
andafterafewmomentsadded:
“All
az
thesame,Idon’tthink
sok
muchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,of
természetesen
course.
Butwecouldnotbeunderanobligation.”
“Heisrather
egy
apeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,andthen
mondta
saidgently:
“Ithinkhe
fogja
wouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,nor
várja
expectyoutoshowgratitude.
He
van
hasthemerit—ifitisone—of
mondja
sayingexactlywhathemeans.
He
vannak
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,
és
andhethinksyouwouldvalue
őket
them.
Henomorethoughtofputtingyouunderanobligationthanhe
gondolt
thoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—atleast,Ifinditdifficult—to
megérteni
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywas
elégedett
pleased,andsaid:
“Iwashoping
hogy
thathewasnice;
Idoso
mindig
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
hiszem
thinkheis;
niceand
fárasztó
tiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
szinte
almosteverypointofany
fontos
importance,andso,Iexpect—ImaysayIhope—youwilldiffer.
De
Buthisisatypeone
egyet
disagreeswithratherthandeplores.
Amikor
Whenhefirstcameherehenotunnaturallyputpeople’sbacksup.
He
van
hasnotactandnomanners—Idon’t
értem
meanbythatthathe
van
hasbadmanners—andhewillnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
We
majdnem
nearlycomplainedabouthimtoour
lehangoló
depressingSignora,butIamgladtosaywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
mondta
saidMissBartlett,“thatheisaSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeacceptedthe
kényelmes
convenientword,notwithouta
enyhe
slighttwitchingofthelips.
“Andpresumablyhehasbroughtuphis
fiát
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“I
alig
hardlyknowGeorge,forhehasn’tlearntto
beszélni
talkyet.