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A Room with a View | Gradually Hardening Italian A1-B2 Translation Books

A Room with a View | Gradually Hardening Italian A1-B2 Translation Books

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignora
aveva
hadnobusinesstodoit,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
She
promesso
promisedussouthroomswitha
vista
viewclosetogether,insteadof
cui
whichherearenorthrooms,
guardando
lookingintoacourtyard,anda
lungo
longwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
un
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,
che
whohadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’s
inaspettato
unexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
She
guardò
lookedatthetworowsofEnglishpeople
che
whoweresittingatthe
tavolo
table;
attherowofwhitebottlesofwater
e
andredbottlesofwine
che
thatranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
at
il
theportraitsofthelate
Regina
QueenandthelatePoetLaureate
che
thathungbehindtheEnglish
popolo
people,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglish
chiesa
church(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),
che
thatwastheonlyother
decorazione
decorationofthewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,too,
che
thatwemightbeinLondon?
Icanhardly
credere
believethatallkindsofotherthingsarejust
fuori
outside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“This
carne
meathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,layingdownher
forchetta
fork.
“Iwantsoto
vedere
seetheArno.
TheroomstheSignora
promesso
promisedusinherletterwouldhavelookedovertheArno.
TheSignora
aveva
hadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynook
fa
doesforme,”MissBartlett
continuò
continued;
“butitdoesseem
difficile
hardthatyoushouldn’thave
una
aview.”
Lucyfeltthatshehadbeen
egoista
selfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoilme:
ofcourse,you
devi
mustlookovertheArno,too.
I
detto
meantthat.
Thefirstvacantroomin
la
thefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,partofwhose
viaggio
travellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—a
pezzo
pieceofgenerositytowhichshe
fatto
mademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,no.You
devi
musthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
madre
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewouldnever
perdonerebbe
forgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthe
triste
sadtruthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
e
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Alcuni
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
e
andoneofthem—oneoftheill-bred
persone
peoplewhomonedoesmeetabroad—leantforwardoverthe
tavolo
tableandactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
detto
said:.
“Ihaveaview,I
ho
haveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generalmente
Generallyatapensionpeople
guardava
lookedthemoverfora
giorno
dayortwobeforespeaking,
e
andoftendidnotfindout
che
thattheywould“do”tillthey
avrebbero
hadgone.
Sheknewthattheintruderwasill-bred,evenbeforesheglancedathim.
Hewasanold
uomo
man,ofheavybuild,withafair,shaven
faccia
faceandlargeeyes.
Therewas
qualcosa
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
anche se
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
esattamente
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnot
fermò
stoptoconsider,forher
sguardo
glancepassedontohis
vestiti
clothes.
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
probabilmente
probablytryingtobecomeacquaintedwiththem
prima
beforetheygotintothe
nuotare
swim.
Sosheassumedadazedexpression
quando
whenhespoketoher,
e
andthensaid:
“Aview?
Oh,
una
aview!
Howdelightfula
vista
viewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
disse
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
ha
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,
che
whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”he
continuò
continued,“isthatyoucan
avere
haveourrooms,andwe’ll
avere
haveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
migliore
betterclassoftouristwasshockedat
questo
this,andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
Signorina
MissBartlett,inreply,openedher
bocca
mouthaslittleaspossible,
e
andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
thatis
fuori
outofthequestion.”
“Why?”
disse
saidtheoldman,with
entrambi
bothfistsonthetable.
“Becauseitisquite
fuori
outofthequestion,thankyou.”
“You
vedi
see,wedon’tliketotake—”
cominciato
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressed
suo
her.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Womenlike
guardare
lookingataview;
mendon’t.”
E
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
come
likeanaughtychild,and
girato
turnedtohisson,saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’sso
ovvio
obvioustheyshouldhavetherooms,”
disse
saidtheson.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnot
guardava
lookattheladiesashe
parlava
spoke,buthisvoicewasperplexed
e
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
ma
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatisknownas“quiteascene,”
e
andshehadanoddfeeling
che
thatwhenevertheseill-bredtourists
parlato
spokethecontestwidenedanddeepenedtillit
trattava
dealt,notwithroomsandviews,
ma
butwith—well,withsomethingquite
diverso
different,whoseexistenceshehadnot
capito
realizedbefore.
Nowtheoldman
attaccò
attackedMissBartlettalmostviolently:
Why
dovrebbe
shouldshenotchange?
What
possibile
possibleobjectionhadshe?
They
sarebbero
wouldclearoutinhalfanhour.
Signorina
MissBartlett,thoughskilledin
la
thedelicaciesofconversation,was
impotente
powerlessinthepresenceofbrutality.
Itwas
impossibile
impossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Her
viso
facereddenedwithdispleasure.
Shelooked
intorno
aroundasmuchasto
dire
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
E
Andtwolittleoldladies,
che
whoweresittingfurtherupthe
tavolo
table,withshawlshangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
guardarono
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
cena
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
e
andbegantotoyagainwith
la
themeatthatshehad
volta
oncecensured.
Lucymumbledthatthose
sembravano
seemedveryoddpeopleopposite.
“Eatyour
cena
dinner,dear.
Thispensionis
un
afailure.
To-morrowwewill
faremo
makeachange.”
Hardlyhadshe
annunciato
announcedthisfelldecisionwhenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
fine
endoftheroomparted,
e
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
ma
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
prendere
takehisplaceatthe
tavolo
table,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
che
whohadnotyetacquired
decenza
decency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,
quanto
howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,we
dobbiamo
muststopnow,howeverbad
le
theroomsare.
Oh!”
MissBartlett
detto
said,withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpect
che
thatyouhaveforgottenus:
Signorina
MissBartlettandMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
quando
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthatverycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,
che
whohadtheairof
uno
oneonaholiday,didnotremembertheladies
abbastanza
quiteasclearlyastheyremembered
lui
him.
Buthecameforwardpleasantly
abbastanza
enoughandacceptedthechairinto
cui
whichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamso
felice
gladtoseeyou,”saidthe
ragazza
girl,whowasina
stato
stateofspiritualstarvation,andwouldhavebeen
felice
gladtoseethewaiter
se
ifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancy
quanto
howsmalltheworldis.
SummerStreet,too,
rende
makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesinthe
parrocchia
parishofSummerStreet,”said
Signorina
MissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshe
successo
happenedtotellmeinthe
corso
courseofconversationthatyou
ha
havejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,Iheardfrommothersolast
settimana
week.
Shedidn’tknowthatI
sapeva
knewyouatTunbridgeWells;
ma
butIwrotebackatonce,
e
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
disse
saidtheclergyman.
“Imoveinto
il
theRectoryatSummerStreet
prossimo
nextJune.
Iamluckytobe
nominato
appointedtosuchacharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,
quanto
howgladIam!
The
nome
nameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebe
inchinato
bowed.
“Thereismotherandmegenerally,
e
andmybrother,thoughit’snot
spesso
oftenwegethimtoch——
La
Thechurchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
lascia
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iam
mangiando
eatingit,thankyou,and
godendo
enjoyingit.”
Hepreferredto
parlare
talktoLucy,whoseplayinghe
ricordava
remembered,ratherthantoMissBartlett,who
probabilmente
probablyrememberedhissermons.
He
chiese
askedthegirlwhethersheknewFlorence
bene
well,andwasinformedatsomelength
che
thatshehadneverbeenthere
prima
before.
Itisdelightfulto
consigli
adviseanewcomer,andhewas
primo
firstinthefield.
“Don’t
trascurare
neglectthecountryround,”his
consiglio
adviceconcluded.
“Thefirstfine
pomeriggio
afternoondriveuptoFiesole,
e
androundbySettignano,or
qualcosa
somethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
una
avoicefromthetopofthe
tavolo
table.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
The
primo
firstfineafternoonyourladies
devono
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
signora
ladylookssoclever,”whispered
Signorina
MissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
E
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentof
informazioni
informationburstonthem.
People
diceva
toldthemwhattosee,
quando
whentoseeit,howto
fermare
stoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,howmuchto
dare
giveforavellumblotter,howmuchthe
posto
placewouldgrowuponthem.
La
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
quasi
almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
fatto
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladies
sorridevano
smiledandshoutedatthem.
E
Andaboveallrosethe
voce
voiceofthecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
They
devono
mustgotoPrato.
That
posto
placeistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
Iloveit;
Irevelinshakingoff
i
thetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
Il
TheyoungmannamedGeorgeglancedat
il
thecleverlady,andthen
tornato
returnedmoodilytohisplate.
Ovviamente
Obviouslyheandhisfather
fatto
didnotdo.
Lucy,in
il
themidstofhersuccess,
trovato
foundtimetowishthey
facessero
did.
Itgavehernoextra
piacere
pleasurethatanyoneshouldbe
lasciato
leftinthecold;
and
quando
whensherosetogo,sheturned
indietro
backandgavethetwooutsiders
un
anervouslittlebow.
The
padre
fatherdidnotseeit;
the
figlio
sonacknowledgedit,notbyanother
inchino
bow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
e
andsmiling;
heseemedtobe
sorridere
smilingacrosssomething.
Shehastened
dopo
afterhercousin,whohad
già
alreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
uno
oneintheface,and
sembrava
seemedheavywithmorethan
stoffa
cloth.
Beyondthemstoodthe
inaffidabile
unreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
e
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittleboy,
e
andVictorier,herdaughter.
It
fatto
madeacuriouslittlescene,
questo
thisattemptoftheCockneyto
trasmettere
conveythegraceandgenialityofthe
Sud
South.
Andevenmorecuriouswas
il
thedrawing-room,whichattemptedto
rivaleggiare
rivalthesolidcomfortof
una
aBloomsburyboarding-house.
Wasthis
davvero
reallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
già
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
che
whichhadthecolourandthecontoursofa
pomodoro
tomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
e
andasshespoke,herlongnarrow
testa
headdrovebackwardsandforwards,
lentamente
slowly,regularly,asthoughshewere
demolendo
demolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
diceva
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeanssomuch.
Quando
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
un
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
He
espresso
expressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byany
caso
chance,knowthenameof
un
anoldmanwhosat
di fronte
oppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
un
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
dirò
saynomore.”
Hepressedhervery
leggermente
slightly,andshesaidmore.
“Iam,asitwere,”she
concluse
concluded,“thechaperonofmy
giovane
youngcousin,Lucy,andit
sarebbe
wouldbeaseriousthing
se
ifIputherunderan
obbligo
obligationtopeopleofwhomwe
sappiamo
knownothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
IhopeI
agito
actedforthebest.”
“Youactedverynaturally,”
detto
saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
e
andafterafewmoments
aggiunto
added:
“Allthesame,Idon’tthinkmuch
male
harmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“No
male
harm,ofcourse.
Butwecouldnotbe
sotto
underanobligation.”
“Heis
piuttosto
ratherapeculiarman.”
Againhe
esitato
hesitated,andthensaidgently:
“I
penso
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyour
accettazione
acceptance,norexpectyouto
mostrassi
showgratitude.
Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—of
dire
sayingexactlywhathemeans.
He
ha
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,
e
andhethinksyouwouldvaluethem.
He
non
nomorethoughtofputtingyou
sotto
underanobligationthanhe
pensato
thoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—at
almeno
least,Ifinditdifficult—to
capire
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
e
andsaid:
“Iwashoping
che
thathewasnice;
Idoso
sempre
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
penso
thinkheis;
niceand
noioso
tiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
quasi
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
e
andso,Iexpect—Imay
dire
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Ma
Buthisisatypeonedisagreeswith
piuttosto
ratherthandeplores.
Whenhe
prima
firstcameherehenotunnaturally
messo
putpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
non
notactandnomanners—Idon’tmeanby
che
thatthathehasbadmanners—andhewillnot
manterrà
keephisopinionstohimself.
We
quasi
nearlycomplainedabouthimtoour
deprimente
depressingSignora,butIam
felice
gladtosaywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
un
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeaccepted
la
theconvenientword,notwithout
un
aslighttwitchingofthelips.
“And
presumibilmente
presumablyhehasbroughtuphis
figlio
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“IhardlyknowGeorge,forhehasn’t
imparato
learnttotalkyet.