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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for Hungarian A1-B2 Students

The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for Hungarian A1-B2 Students

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorof
gyönyörű
beautifulthings.
Torevealart
és
andconcealtheartistisart’s
célja
aim.
Thecriticishe
aki
whocantranslateintoanother
módon
manneroranewmaterialhisimpressionof
szép
beautifulthings.
Thehighestasthe
legalacsonyabb
lowestformofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Those
akik
whofinduglymeaningsin
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.
Thenineteenthcentury
ellenszenv
dislikeofrealismisthe
düh
rageofCalibanseeinghis
saját
ownfaceinaglass.
Thenineteenth
század
centurydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannot
látja
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.
The
erkölcsi
morallifeofmanforms
része
partofthesubject-matterofthe
művész
artist,butthemoralityof
művészet
artconsistsintheperfectuseofan
tökéletlen
imperfectmedium.
Noartistdesiresto
bizonyítani
proveanything.
Eventhingsthatare
igaz
truecanbeproved.
Noartisthas
etikai
ethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyin
egy
anartistisanunpardonablemannerismof
stílus
style.
Noartistisever
morbid
morbid.
Theartistcanexpress
mindent
everything.
Thoughtandlanguagearetothe
művész
artistinstrumentsofanart.
Vice
és
andvirtuearetothe
művész
artistmaterialsforanart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeof
összes
alltheartsisthe
művészet
artofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthe
típus
type.
Allartisatoncesurface
és
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Those
akik
whoreadthesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,andnotlife,that
művészet
artreallymirrors.
Diversityofopinionaboutaworkofart
mutatja
showsthattheworkis
új
new,complex,andvital.
Whencritics
egyet
disagree,theartistisinaccordwithhimself.
Wecanforgive
egy
amanformakinga
hasznos
usefulthingaslongashedoesnotadmireit.
The
egyetlen
onlyexcuseformakinga
haszontalan
uselessthingisthatoneadmiresit
erősen
intensely.
Allartisquite
haszontalan
useless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththe
gazdag
richodourofroses,and
amikor
whenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthe
kert
garden,therecamethroughtheopen
ajtón
doortheheavyscentofthelilac,
vagy
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWotton
tudták
couldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
és
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,
amelynek
whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyableto
elviselni
beartheburdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
és
andnowandthenthe
fantasztikus
fantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthe
hosszú
longtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthe
hatalmas
hugewindow,producingakindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
és
andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyo
akik
who,throughthemediumofanartthatis
szükségszerűen
necessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
és
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirwaythroughthe
hosszú
longunmowngrass,orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthe
poros
dustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomakethestillnessmoreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
mint
likethebourdonnoteof
egy
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreofthe
szoba
room,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitofayoungmanof
rendkívüli
extraordinarypersonalbeauty,andinfrontofit,
néhány
somelittledistanceaway,was
ült
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,
akinek
whosesuddendisappearancesomeyears
ezelőtt
agocaused,atthetime,
olyan
suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthe
festő
painterlookedatthegracious
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,whichwas
szörnyű
dreadful,orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeenableto
láttam
seethepeople,whichwas
rosszabb
worse.
TheGrosvenorisreallythe
egyetlen
onlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghis
fejét
headbackinthatodd
módon
waythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’tsenditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
és
andlookedathiminamazementthroughthe
vékony
thinbluewreathsofsmoke
hogy
thatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhis
nehéz
heavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsendit
sehova
anywhere?
Mydearfellow,why?
Van
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupainters
vagytok
are!
Youdoanythingintheworldtogainareputation.
Assoonasyouhaveone,youseemto
akarod
wanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,forthereis
csak
onlyonethingintheworld
rosszabb
worsethanbeingtalkedabout,
és
andthatisnotbeingtalkedabout.
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,withyourrugged
erős
strongfaceandyourcoal-blackhair,
és
andthisyoungAdonis,who
néz ki
looksasifhewasmadeoutofivory
és
androse-leaves.
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
és
andyou—well,ofcourseyouhavean
intellektuális
intellectualexpressionandallthat.
De
Butbeauty,realbeauty,ends
ahol
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellektus
Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,
és
anddestroystheharmonyofany
arc
face.
Themomentonesitsdowntothink,one
válik
becomesallnose,orallforehead,
vagy
orsomethinghorrid.
Lookatthe
sikeres
successfulmeninanyofthelearnedprofessions.
Milyen
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Kivéve
Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.
De
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’t
gondolnak
think.
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.
“OfcourseIamnot
mint
likehim.
Iknowthat
tökéletesen
perfectlywell.
Indeed,Ishouldbesorrytolook
mint
likehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
mondom
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereis
egy
afatalityaboutallphysical
és
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemstodogthrough
történelem
historythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
jobb
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
The
csúnya
uglyandthestupidhavethebestofitinthisworld.
Theycansitattheirease
és
andgapeattheplay.
Ha
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatleastsparedtheknowledgeof
vereség
defeat.
Theyliveasweall
kellene
shouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbringruinuponothers,norever
kapják
receiveitfromalienhands.
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’t
megmagyarázni
explain.
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Inever
mondom
telltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
mint
likesurrenderingapartofthem.
Ihavegrowntolovesecrecy.
Itseemstobetheone
dolog
thingthatcanmakemodernlifemysterious
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.
Isupposeyouthinkme
szörnyen
awfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
drága
dearBasil.
YouseemtoforgetthatIam
házas
married,andtheonecharmof
házasság
marriageisthatitmakesalifeof
megtévesztés
deceptionabsolutelynecessaryforbothparties.
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
thatyouarereallya
nagyon
verygoodhusband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyour
saját
ownvirtues.
Youarean
rendkívüli
extraordinaryfellow.
Youneversaya
erkölcsi
moralthing,andyouneverdoawrong
dolgot
thing.
Yourcynicismissimply
egy
apose.”
“Beingnaturalis
egyszerűen
simplyapose,andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
és
andthetwoyoungmen
ment
wentoutintothegarden
együtt
togetherandensconcedthemselveson
egy
alongbambooseatthatstoodintheshadeof
egy
atalllaurelbush.
The
napfény
sunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.
Inthe
fűben
grass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Után
Afterapause,LordHenrypulledouthiswatch.
“IamafraidI
kell
mustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“and
mielőtt
beforeIgo,Iinsistonyouranswering
egy
aquestionIputtoyousome
ideje
timeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
mondta
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedontheground.
“Youknowquitewell.”
“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,lookinghim
egyenesen
straightintheface,“every
portré
portraitthatispaintedwithfeelingisa
portré
portraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelythe
baleset
accident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhois
feltár
revealedbythepainter;
itis
inkább
ratherthepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,
feltárja
revealshimself.
ThereasonI
fogom
willnotexhibitthispictureis
hogy
thatIamafraidthatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmy
saját
ownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
kérdezte
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”
mondta
saidHallward;
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhisface.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”continuedhis
társa
companion,glancingathim.
“Oh,thereis
tényleg
reallyverylittletotell,Harry,”answered
a
thepainter;
“andIamafraidyou
fogod
willhardlyunderstandit.
Perhapsyou
fogod
willhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenry
mosolygott
smiled,andleaningdown,plucked
egy
apink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
és
andexaminedit.
“Iamquite
biztos
sureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
kis
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasfor
hinni
believingthings,Icanbelieveanything,provided
hogy
thatitisquiteincredible.”
The
szél
windshooksomeblossomsfromthetrees,
és
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,
mozgott
movedtoandfrointhelanguid
levegő
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythe
falon
wall,andlikeablue
szál
threadalongthindragon-flyfloatedpastonits
barna
browngauzewings.
LordHenryfeltasifhecouldhearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
és
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“The
történet
storyissimplythis,”said
a
thepainteraftersometime.
“Twomonths
ezelőtt
agoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
tudja
knowwepoorartistshaveto
mutatnunk
showourselvesinsocietyfromtimetotime,
csak
justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Withanevening
kabát
coatandawhitetie,asyou
mondtad
toldmeonce,anybody,evenastock-broker,cangainareputationforbeing
civilizált
civilized.
Well,afterIhadbeenintheroom
körülbelül
abouttenminutes,talkingto
hatalmas
hugeoverdresseddowagersandtediousacademicians,I
hirtelen
suddenlybecameconsciousthatsomeonewaslookingat
rám
me.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
és
andsawDorianGrayforthe
először
firsttime.
Whenoureyes
találkoztak
met,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Egy
Acurioussensationofterrorcameoverme.
I
tudtam
knewthatIhadcome
szembe
facetofacewithsomeone
akinek
whosemerepersonalitywasso
lenyűgöző
fascinatingthat,ifIallowedittodoso,itwould
elnyelné
absorbmywholenature,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
hadastrangefeelingthat
sors
fatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
és
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
és
andturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwasasortof
gyávaság
cowardice.
Itakenocredittomyselffor
megpróbáltam
tryingtoescape.”
“Conscienceand
gyávaság
cowardicearereallythesamethings,Basil.
Lelkiismeret
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthe
cég
firm.
Thatisall.”
“Idon’tbelievethat,Harry,
és
andIdon’tbelieveyoudo
sem
either.
However,whateverwasmymotive—anditmayhavebeen
büszkeség
pride,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-centurystandardof
halhatatlanság
immortality.
SuddenlyIfoundmyself
szembe
facetofacewiththeyoungman
akinek
whosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirredme.