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A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Polish A1-B2 Learners

A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Polish A1-B2 Learners

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignora
miała
hadnobusinesstodoit,”
powiedziała
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
Shepromisedussouthroomswithaview
blisko
closetogether,insteadofwhich
tutaj
herearenorthrooms,lookingintoa
dziedziniec
courtyard,andalongwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“AndaCockney,besides!”
powiedziała
saidLucy,whohadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
She
spojrzała
lookedatthetworowsofEnglishpeople
którzy
whoweresittingatthe
stole
table;
attherowofwhitebottlesof
wody
waterandredbottlesof
wina
winethatranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelateQueen
i
andthelatePoetLaureate
które
thathungbehindtheEnglishpeople,
mocno
heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),thatwastheonlyotherdecorationofthe
ściany
wall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,
też
too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
Icanhardlybelieve
że
thatallkindsofotherthingsarejust
zewnątrz
outside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“Thismeathas
pewnością
surelybeenusedforsoup,”
powiedziała
saidMissBartlett,layingdownher
widelec
fork.
“IwantsotoseetheArno.
TheroomstheSignorapromisedusinherletterwould
miałyby
havelookedovertheArno.
TheSignora
miała
hadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Any
zakątek
nookdoesforme,”MissBartlett
kontynuowała
continued;
“butitdoesseem
trudne
hardthatyoushouldn’thaveaview.”
Lucyfelt
że
thatshehadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoil
mnie
me:
ofcourse,youmust
spojrzeć
lookovertheArno,too.
Imeantthat.
Thefirstvacantroominthefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
powiedziała
saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceofgenerositytowhichshemade
wiele
manyatactfulallusion.
“No,
nie
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“I
nalegam
insistonit.
Yourmotherwouldnever
wybaczyła
forgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewouldnever
wybaczyła
forgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthesadtruthbeowned—a
trochę
littlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
i
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,and
jeden
oneofthem—oneoftheill-bred
ludzi
peoplewhomonedoesmeetabroad—leant
przodu
forwardoverthetableand
rzeczywiście
actuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
powiedział
said:.
“Ihaveaview,I
mam
haveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Ogólnie
Generallyatapensionpeoplelookedthemoverfora
dzień
dayortwobeforespeaking,
a
andoftendidnotfind
się
outthattheywould“do”tilltheyhadgone.
She
wiedziała
knewthattheintruderwasill-bred,
nawet
evenbeforesheglancedat
niego
him.
Hewasanoldman,ofheavybuild,withafair,shavenface
i
andlargeeyes.
Therewas
coś
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
choć
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
dokładnie
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnot
zatrzymał
stoptoconsider,forherglance
przeszedł
passedontohisclothes.
Thesedidnotattract
ją
her.
Hewasprobablytryingtobecomeacquainted
z
withthembeforetheygotintothe
pływania
swim.
Sosheassumedadazedexpression
kiedy
whenhespoketoher,
a
andthensaid:
“Aview?
Oh,a
widok
view!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
powiedział
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
ma
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
powiedziała
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”he
kontynuował
continued,“isthatyoucan
mieć
haveourrooms,andwe’ll
mieć
haveyours.
We’llchange.”
Thebetter
klasa
classoftouristwasshockedat
tym
this,andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
Panna
MissBartlett,inreply,openedher
usta
mouthaslittleaspossible,
i
andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
powiedział
saidtheoldman,withbothfistsonthe
stole
table.
“Becauseitisquiteoutofthequestion,
dziękuję
thankyou.”
“Yousee,wedon’tliketotake—”
beganLucy.
Her
kuzyn
cousinagainrepressedher.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
lubią
likelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
I
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
jak
likeanaughtychild,andturnedtohis
syna
son,saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’sso
oczywiste
obvioustheyshouldhavetherooms,”
powiedział
saidtheson.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnotlookattheladiesashe
mówił
spoke,buthisvoicewasperplexed
i
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
ale
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatisknownas“quiteascene,”
i
andshehadanoddfeeling
że
thatwhenevertheseill-bredtourists
mówili
spokethecontestwidenedanddeepenedtillitdealt,notwithrooms
i
andviews,butwith—well,with
coś
somethingquitedifferent,whoseexistenceshe
miała
hadnotrealizedbefore.
NowtheoldmanattackedMissBartlett
prawie
almostviolently:
Whyshouldshenot
zmieniła
change?
Whatpossibleobjectionhadshe?
Theywouldclearoutin
pół
halfanhour.
MissBartlett,
choć
thoughskilledinthedelicaciesof
rozmowy
conversation,waspowerlessinthepresenceofbrutality.
Itwas
niemożliwe
impossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Herfacereddened
z
withdispleasure.
Shelookedaroundasmuchasto
powiedzieć
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
A
Andtwolittleoldladies,whowere
siedziały
sittingfurtherupthetable,withshawlshangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
spojrzały
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
obiad
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
i
andbegantotoyagainwiththemeat
które
thatshehadoncecensured.
Lucymumbled
że
thatthoseseemedveryoddpeople
naprzeciwko
opposite.
“Eatyourdinner,dear.
Ta
Thispensionisafailure.
Jutro
To-morrowwewillmakeachange.”
Hardlyhadshe
ogłosiła
announcedthisfelldecisionwhenshe
odwróciła
reversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
końcu
endoftheroomparted,
i
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
ale
butattractive,whohurriedforwardtotakehis
miejsce
placeatthetable,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,whohadnot
jeszcze
yetacquireddecency,atoncerosetoher
nogi
feet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,
jak
howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,wemust
zatrzymać
stopnow,howeverbadtherooms
są
are.
Oh!”
MissBartlettsaid,
z
withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpect
że
thatyouhaveforgottenus:
Panna
MissBartlettandMissHoneychurch,
którzy
whowereatTunbridgeWells
kiedy
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthat
bardzo
verycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,
który
whohadtheairof
jednego
oneonaholiday,didnotremembertheladies
całkiem
quiteasclearlyastheyremembered
go
him.
Buthecameforward
przyjemnie
pleasantlyenoughandacceptedthe
krzesło
chairintowhichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladtoseeyou,”
powiedziała
saidthegirl,whowasina
stanie
stateofspiritualstarvation,andwouldhavebeengladtoseethewaiter
jeśli
ifhercousinhadpermitted
to
it.
“Justfancyhowsmalltheworld
jest
is.
SummerStreet,too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesinthe
parafii
parishofSummerStreet,”said
Panna
MissBartlett,fillingupthe
lukę
gap,“andshehappenedto
powiedzieć
tellmeinthecourseof
rozmowy
conversationthatyouhavejust
przyjął
acceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,I
słyszałem
heardfrommothersolast
tygodniu
week.
Shedidn’tknowthatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
ale
butIwrotebackatonce,
i
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”saidthe
duchowny
clergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummer
Street
StreetnextJune.
Iam
szczęście
luckytobeappointedtosuchacharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,
jak
howgladIam!
The
nazwa
nameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
matka
motherandmegenerally,andmy
brat
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwegethimtoch——
The
kościół
churchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
pozwól
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iameating
to
it,thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
He
wolał
preferredtotalktoLucy,whoseplayingheremembered,rather
niż
thantoMissBartlett,who
prawdopodobnie
probablyrememberedhissermons.
He
zapytał
askedthegirlwhethershe
zna
knewFlorencewell,andwasinformedatsomelength
że
thatshehadneverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfultoadviseanewcomer,
a
andhewasfirstinthe
dziedzinie
field.
“Don’tneglectthecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“Thefirstfineafternoon
przejażdżka
driveuptoFiesole,androundbySettignano,
lub
orsomethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
crieda
głos
voicefromthetopofthe
stołu
table.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
Thefirstfineafternoonyourladies
muszą
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
pani
ladylookssoclever,”whispered
Panna
MissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
I
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentof
informacji
informationburstonthem.
People
powiedzieli
toldthemwhattosee,
kiedy
whentoseeit,howto
zatrzymać
stoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,
jak
howmuchtogiveforavellumblotter,
jak
howmuchtheplacewouldgrowupon
im
them.
ThePensionBertolinihad
zdecydował
decided,almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
zrobią
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladiessmiled
i
andshoutedatthem.
And
nad
aboveallrosethevoiceoftheclever
damy
lady,crying:
“Prato!
TheymustgotoPrato.
That
miejsce
placeistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
Ilove
to
it;
Irevelinshakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
Theyoung
człowiek
mannamedGeorgeglancedatthecleverlady,
a
andthenreturnedmoodilytohisplate.
Obviouslyhe
i
andhisfatherdidnot
zrobili
do.
Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,
znalazła
foundtimetowishtheydid.
Itgaveher
nie
noextrapleasurethatanyoneshouldbeleftinthecold;
and
kiedy
whensherosetogo,sheturnedbackandgavethetwooutsidersanervouslittlebow.
The
ojciec
fatherdidnotseeit;
the
syn
sonacknowledgedit,notby
kolejny
anotherbow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
i
andsmiling;
heseemedtobesmilingacross
coś
something.
Shehastenedafterhercousin,whohad
już
alreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmoteoneintheface,
i
andseemedheavywithmore
niż
thancloth.
BeyondthemstoodtheunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
i
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittleboy,
i
andVictorier,herdaughter.
Itmadeacurious
mała
littlescene,thisattemptoftheCockneyto
przekazać
conveythegraceandgenialityoftheSouth.
A
Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,
który
whichattemptedtorivalthesolidcomfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Wasthis
naprawdę
reallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
już
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
które
whichhadthecolourandthecontoursofatomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,andasshe
mówiła
spoke,herlongnarrowheaddrove
tyłu
backwardsandforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughsheweredemolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewassaying.
“Thefirsteveningmeansso
wiele
much.
Whenyouarrivedwewereinforapeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
He
wyraził
expressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,
znasz
knowthenameofanoldman
który
whosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Isheafriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
powiem
saynomore.”
Hepressedher
bardzo
veryslightly,andshesaid
więcej
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmyyoungcousin,Lucy,
i
anditwouldbeaserious
rzeczą
thingifIputher
pod
underanobligationtopeopleofwhomwe
wiemy
knownothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
I
nadzieję
hopeIactedforthebest.”
“Youacted
bardzo
verynaturally,”saidhe.
He
wydawał
seemedthoughtful,andafterafewmoments
dodał
added:
“Allthesame,Idon’tthinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,of
oczywiście
course.
Butwecouldnotbe
pod
underanobligation.”
“Heis
raczej
ratherapeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,
a
andthensaidgently:
“I
myślę
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyour
akceptacji
acceptance,norexpectyoutoshowgratitude.
He
ma
hasthemerit—ifitisone—ofsaying
dokładnie
exactlywhathemeans.
He
ma
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,
a
andhethinksyouwouldvalue
je
them.
Henomorethoughtofputtingyouunderanobligationthanhe
myślał
thoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—atleast,Ifinditdifficult—to
zrozumieć
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
i
andsaid:
“Iwashoping
że
thathewasnice;
Idoso
zawsze
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
myślę
thinkheis;
niceand
męczące
tiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
prawie
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
i
andso,Iexpect—Imay
powiedzieć
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Ale
Buthisisatypeonedisagrees
z
withratherthandeplores.
Whenhe
po raz pierwszy
firstcameherehenotunnaturallyputpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
nie
notactandnomanners—Idon’t
myśli
meanbythatthathehas
złe
badmanners—andhewillnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
We
prawie
nearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
ale
butIamgladto
powiedzieć
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
powiedziała
saidMissBartlett,“thatheisaSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebe
przyjął
acceptedtheconvenientword,not
bez
withoutaslighttwitchingofthelips.
“And
prawdopodobnie
presumablyhehasbroughtuphis
syna
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“Ihardly
znam
knowGeorge,forhehasn’tlearntto
mówić
talkyet.