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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressively Translated Polish A1 Books

The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressively Translated Polish A1 Books

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorofbeautifulthings.
Torevealart
i
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
Ten
Thecriticishewho
może
cantranslateintoanothermanner
lub
oranewmaterialhisimpressionofbeautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Those
którzy
whofinduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorrupt
bez
withoutbeingcharming.
Thisisafault.
Those
którzy
whofindbeautifulmeaningsin
piękne
beautifulthingsarethecultivated.
Forthesethereishope.
Theyaretheelecttowhom
piękne
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.
Thereisnosuchthingasamoral
lub
oranimmoralbook.
Booksare
dobrze
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Thatisall.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCalibanseeinghisownfaceinaglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannot
widział
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.
Themorallifeofmanformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
ale
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Nie
Noartistdesirestoprove
niczego
anything.
Eventhingsthataretrue
mogą
canbeproved.
Noartist
ma
hasethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Nie
Noartistisevermorbid.
Theartist
może
canexpresseverything.
Thoughtandlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofanart.
Vice
i
andvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsforanart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeofalltheartsistheartofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Allartisatoncesurface
i
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurface
robią
dosoattheirperil.
Those
którzy
whoreadthesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
a
andnotlife,thatartreallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
temat
aboutaworkofartshows
że
thattheworkisnew,complex,
i
andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccord
z
withhimself.
Wecanforgiveamanformakingausefulthingaslongashedoesnotadmireit.
Theonlyexcuseformakingauselessthingis
że
thatoneadmiresitintensely.
Allartis
zupełnie
quiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
a
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,therecame
przez
throughtheopendoortheheavyscentofthelilac,
lub
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewas
leżał
lying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWottoncould
po prostu
justcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
i
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardly
stanie
abletobeartheburdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
i
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthehugewindow,producingakindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
i
andmakinghimthinkof
tych
thosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyo
którzy
who,throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
i
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirwaythroughthelongunmowngrass,
lub
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomakethestillness
bardziej
moreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
jak
likethebourdonnoteofadistantorgan.
Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,
stał
stoodthefull-lengthportraitofayoungmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,andinfrontofit,
kilka
somelittledistanceaway,was
siedział
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearance
kilka
someyearsagocaused,atthe
czasie
time,suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthepainter
spojrzał
lookedatthegraciousandcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,
i
andseemedabouttolinger
tam
there.
Buthesuddenlystarted
się
up,andclosinghiseyes,
umieścił
placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainsomecurious
sen
dreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.
“Itisyourbest
praca
work,Basil,thebestthingyouhaveeverdone,”
powiedział
saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“Youmustcertainly
wysłać
senditnextyeartotheGrosvenor.
TheAcademyis
zbyt
toolargeandtoovulgar.
WheneverIhavegonethere,therehavebeeneithersomany
ludzi
peoplethatIhavenotbeenabletoseethepictures,
co
whichwasdreadful,orsomanypictures
że
thatIhavenotbeenabletoseethe
ludzi
people,whichwasworse.
TheGrosvenoris
naprawdę
reallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”he
odpowiedział
answered,tossinghisheadbackinthatodd
sposób
waythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’tsenditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
i
andlookedathiminamazement
przez
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmoke
które
thatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Not
wysłać
senditanywhere?
Mydearfellow,
dlaczego
why?
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
You
zrobisz
doanythingintheworldtogainareputation.
Assoonasyou
masz
haveone,youseemto
chcesz
wanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,for
nie
thereisonlyonethinginthe
świecie
worldworsethanbeingtalked
o
about,andthatisnotbeingtalked
o
about.
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyou
daleko
farabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
i
andmaketheoldmenquitejealous,
jeśli
ifoldmenareevercapableofanyemotion.”
“Iknowyouwilllaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
naprawdę
reallycan’texhibitit.
Ihaveput
za
toomuchofmyselfintoit.”
LordHenrystretchedhimself
się
outonthedivanandlaughed.
“Yes,I
wiedziałem
knewyouwould;
butitisquite
prawda
true,allthesame.”
“Too
dużo
muchofyourselfinit!
Uponmy
słowo
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;
andI
naprawdę
reallycan’tseeanyresemblance
między
betweenyou,withyourruggedstrongfaceandyourcoal-blackhair,and
tym
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutofivoryandrose-leaves.
Why,my
drogi
dearBasil,heisaNarcissus,andyou—well,of
oczywiście
courseyouhaveanintellectualexpressionandallthat.
Ale
Butbeauty,realbeauty,ends
gdzie
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,
i
anddestroystheharmonyofany
twarzy
face.
Themomentonesitsdownto
myśleć
think,onebecomesallnose,
lub
orallforehead,orsomethinghorrid.
Spójrz
Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
dowolnym
anyofthelearnedprofessions.
Howperfectlyhideousthey
są
are!
Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.
Ale
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’t
myślą
think.
Abishopkeepsonsayingattheageofeightywhathewastoldtosay
gdy
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,
i
andasanaturalconsequencehe
zawsze
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysteriousyoung
przyjaciel
friend,whosenameyouhave
nigdy nie
nevertoldme,butwhosepicture
naprawdę
reallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
Ifeel
całkiem
quitesureofthat.
Heis
jakieś
somebrainlessbeautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
zawsze
alwayshereinwinterwhenwe
mamy
havenoflowerstolookat,
i
andalwayshereinsummer
kiedy
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleast
jak
likehim.”
“Youdon’tunderstand
mnie
me,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“Of
oczywiście
courseIamnotlikehim.
I
wiem
knowthatperfectlywell.
Indeed,Ishouldbe
przykro
sorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iamtellingyouthetruth.
Istnieje
Thereisafatalityaboutallphysical
i
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatality
która
thatseemstodogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
lepiej
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Theugly
i
andthestupidhavethebestofitin
tym
thisworld.
Theycansitattheirease
i
andgapeattheplay.
Jeśli
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatleastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
They
żyć
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
i
andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
i
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
dobry
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegodshave
dały
givenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Isthathisname?”
zapytał
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishisname.
Ididn’tintendtotellittoyou.”
“But
dlaczego
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Kiedy
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Inevertelltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
jak
likesurrenderingapartof
nich
them.
Ihavegrowntolovesecrecy.
Itseemstobetheone
rzeczą
thingthatcanmakemodernlifemysterious
lub
ormarvelloustous.
Thecommonestthingisdelightful
jeśli
ifoneonlyhidesit.
Kiedy
WhenIleavetownnowI
nigdy nie
nevertellmypeoplewhereIamgoing.
IfI
zrobił
did,Iwouldloseallmypleasure.
Itisasillyhabit,Idare
powiedzieć
say,butsomehowitseemstobringagreatdealofromanceintoone’s
życia
life.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”
odpowiedział
answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
drogi
dearBasil.
Youseemtoforget
że
thatIammarried,andtheonecharmofmarriageis
że
thatitmakesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
obu
bothparties.
Ineverknow
gdzie
wheremywifeis,andmy
żona
wifeneverknowswhatIam
robię
doing.
Whenwemeet—wedomeetoccasionally,
kiedy
whenwedineouttogether,
lub
orgodowntotheDuke’s—wetelleachotherthe
najbardziej
mostabsurdstorieswiththe
najbardziej
mostseriousfaces.
Mywifeis
bardzo
verygoodatit—muchbetter,in
rzeczywistości
fact,thanIam.
She
nigdy nie
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
a
andIalwaysdo.
But
kiedy
whenshedoesfindmeout,shemakes
nie
norowatall.
I
czasami
sometimeswishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“Ihatethewayyou
mówisz
talkaboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”
powiedział
saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthe
drzwi
doorthatledintothegarden.
“I
wierzę
believethatyouarereallyaverygood
mężem
husband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
You
nigdy nie
neversayamoralthing,
i
andyouneverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismissimplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalissimplyapose,
a
andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
i
andthetwoyoungmenwentoutintothegarden
razem
togetherandensconcedthemselvesonalongbambooseat
które
thatstoodintheshadeofatalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslipped
nad
overthepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Po
Afterapause,LordHenrypulledouthis
zegarek
watch.
“IamafraidImustbe
pójdę
going,Basil,”hemurmured,“and
zanim
beforeIgo,Iinsistonyour
odpowiedział
answeringaquestionIputtoyousome
czas
timeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
powiedział
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedontheground.
“You
wiesz
knowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwill
powiem
tellyouwhatitis.
I
chcesz
wantyoutoexplaintome
dlaczego
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
Iwanttherealreason.”
“I
powiedziałem
toldyoutherealreason.”
“No,you
zrobiłeś
didnot.
Yousaiditwas
dlatego
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfin
to
it.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”
powiedział
saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightintheface,“everyportrait
który
thatispaintedwithfeelingisaportraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisratherthepainter
który
who,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
ThereasonIwillnotexhibit
tego
thispictureisthatIamafraid
że
thatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmyownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
zapytał
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”
powiedział
saidHallward;
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhis
twarzy
face.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
niego
him.
“Oh,thereisreallyvery
mało
littletotell,Harry,”answeredthepainter;
“andIamafraidyouwillhardly
zrozumiesz
understandit.
Perhapsyouwillhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
i
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
i
andexaminedit.
“Iam
całkiem
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
mały
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasforbelievingthings,Ican
wierzyć
believeanything,providedthatitis
całkiem
quiteincredible.”
Thewindshooksomeblossomsfromthetrees,andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,movedtoandfrointhelanguidair.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythewall,
a
andlikeabluethreada
długa
longthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
LordHenry
czuł
feltasifhecould
usłyszeć
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
i
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“Thestoryissimplythis,”
powiedział
saidthepainteraftersome
czasie
time.
“TwomonthsagoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
wiesz
knowwepoorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfrom
czasu
timetotime,justtoremindthepublic
że
thatwearenotsavages.
Z
Withaneveningcoatandawhitetie,asyou
powiedziałeś
toldmeonce,anybody,evenastock-broker,
może
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Well,
po
afterIhadbeenintheroomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
i
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconscious
że
thatsomeonewaslookingat
mnie
me.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
i
andsawDorianGrayforthe
po raz pierwszy
firsttime.
Whenoureyes
spotkały
met,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
mi
me.
IknewthatIhadcomefacetoface
z
withsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinating
że
that,ifIallowedittodoso,itwouldabsorbmy
całą
wholenature,mywholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnotwant
żadnego
anyexternalinfluenceinmylife.
You
wiesz
knowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
Ihave
zawsze
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadatleast
zawsze
alwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
wiem
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Coś
Somethingseemedtotellme
że
thatIwasonthevergeofaterriblecrisisinmylife.
I
miałem
hadastrangefeelingthatfate
miałem
hadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
i
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
i
andturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwasasortofcowardice.
Itake
nie
nocredittomyselffortryingtoescape.”
“Conscience
i
andcowardicearereallythesamethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Thatisall.”
“Idon’tbelievethat,Harry,
i
andIdon’tbelieveyoudoeither.
However,
niezależnie
whateverwasmymotive—andit
może
mayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
bardzo
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
drzwi
door.
There,ofcourse,IstumbledagainstLadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawayso
szybko
soon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
You
znasz
knowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheisapeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”
powiedział
saidLordHenry,pullingthedaisytobits
z
withhislongnervousfingers.
“Icouldnotgetridof
jej
her.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
i
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
i
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
i
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
Ihad
tylko
onlymetheroncebefore,
ale
butshetookitintoher
głowę
headtolionizeme.
I
wierzę
believesomepictureofminehadmadea
wielki
greatsuccessatthetime,atleasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,
które
whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyI
znalazłem
foundmyselffacetoface
z
withtheyoungmanwhosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirred
mnie
me.