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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for Polish A1-B2 Learners

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorofbeautifulthings.
Toreveal
sztuki
artandconcealtheartistisart’s
cel
aim.
Thecriticishe
kto
whocantranslateintoanother
sposób
manneroranewmaterialhis
wrażenie
impressionofbeautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowest
forma
formofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Those
którzy
whofinduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorrupt
bez
withoutbeingcharming.
Thisisafault.
Those
którzy
whofindbeautifulmeaningsin
piękne
beautifulthingsarethecultivated.
Forthesethereishope.
Theyaretheelecttowhom
piękne
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.
Thereisnosuchthingasamoral
lub
oranimmoralbook.
Booksare
dobrze
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Thatisall.
Thenineteenthcentury
niechęć
dislikeofrealismisthe
wściekłość
rageofCalibanseeinghisownfaceinaglass.
Thenineteenthcentury
niechęć
dislikeofromanticismisthe
wściekłość
rageofCalibannotseeinghisown
twarzy
faceinaglass.
The
moralne
morallifeofmanformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
ale
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Nie
Noartistdesirestoprove
niczego
anything.
Eventhingsthataretrue
mogą
canbeproved.
Noartist
ma
hasethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismof
stylu
style.
Noartistisevermorbid.
The
artysta
artistcanexpresseverything.
Thought
i
andlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofan
sztuki
art.
Viceandvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsforan
sztuki
art.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeofalltheartsistheartofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Allartisatoncesurface
i
andsymbol.
Thosewhogo
pod
beneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Those
którzy
whoreadthesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
a
andnotlife,thatartreallymirrors.
Diversityof
opinii
opinionaboutaworkof
sztuki
artshowsthattheworkis
nowe
new,complex,andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,the
artysta
artistisinaccordwithhimself.
Wecan
wybaczyć
forgiveamanformakingausefulthingaslongashedoesnot
podziwia
admireit.
Theonlyexcuseformakingauselessthingis
że
thatoneadmiresitintensely.
Allartis
zupełnie
quiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
The
studio
studiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
a
andwhenthelightsummer
wiatr
windstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,therecame
przez
throughtheopendoortheheavy
zapach
scentofthelilac,orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
Fromthe
rogu
cornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewas
leżał
lying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWottoncould
po prostu
justcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
i
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,
których
whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardly
stanie
abletobeartheburdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
i
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthehugewindow,producingakindofmomentaryJapanese
efekt
effect,andmakinghimthinkof
tych
thosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyo
którzy
who,throughthemediumofan
sztuki
artthatisnecessarilyimmobile,
starają
seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
i
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirwaythroughthelongunmown
trawę
grass,orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomakethestillness
bardziej
moreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
jak
likethebourdonnoteofadistantorgan.
Inthe
środku
centreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,
stał
stoodthefull-lengthportraitofayoungmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,andinfrontofit,
kilka
somelittledistanceaway,was
siedział
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,
którego
whosesuddendisappearancesomeyears
temu
agocaused,atthetime,
takie
suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthe
malarz
painterlookedatthegracious
i
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhis
sztuce
art,asmileofpleasure
przeszedł
passedacrosshisface,and
wydawał
seemedabouttolingerthere.
Ale
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
i
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhe
starał
soughttoimprisonwithinhis
mózgu
brainsomecuriousdreamfromwhichhe
obawiał
fearedhemightawake.
“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.”
LordHenry
podniósł
elevatedhiseyebrowsandlookedathimin
zdziwieniem
amazementthroughthethinbluewreathsof
dymu
smokethatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhis
ciężkich
heavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsendit
nigdzie
anywhere?
Mydearfellow,why?
Masz
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
You
zrobisz
doanythingintheworldto
zdobyć
gainareputation.
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,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutof
kości słoniowej
ivoryandrose-leaves.
Why,my
drogi
dearBasil,heisaNarcissus,andyou—well,of
oczywiście
courseyouhaveanintellectual
wyrażenie
expressionandallthat.
But
piękno
beauty,realbeauty,endswhereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intelekt
Intellectisinitselfamodeof
przesady
exaggeration,anddestroystheharmonyofany
twarzy
face.
Themomentonesitsdownto
myśleć
think,onebecomesallnose,
lub
orallforehead,orsomethinghorrid.
Spójrz
Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
dowolnym
anyofthelearnedprofessions.
Howperfectly
ohydne
hideoustheyare!
Except,of
oczywiście
course,intheChurch.
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’t
myślą
think.
Abishopkeepsonsayingatthe
wieku
ageofeightywhathewastoldtosay
gdy
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,
i
andasanaturalconsequencehe
zawsze
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Your
tajemniczy
mysteriousyoungfriend,whosenameyouhave
nigdy nie
nevertoldme,butwhose
zdjęcie
picturereallyfascinatesme,never
myśli
thinks.
Ifeelquitesureofthat.
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,theyareatleastsparedthe
wiedzy
knowledgeofdefeat.
Theyliveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
i
andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbringruinuponothers,norever
otrzymują
receiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
i
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
dobry
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegodshave
dały
givenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Isthathisname?”
zapytał
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthe
studio
studiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishisname.
Ididn’tintendtotellittoyou.”
“But
dlaczego
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’t
wytłumaczyć
explain.
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Inevertelltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
jak
likesurrenderingapartof
nich
them.
Ihavegrowntolovesecrecy.
It
wydaje
seemstobetheone
rzeczą
thingthatcanmakemodernlifemysterious
lub
ormarvelloustous.
Thecommonestthingisdelightful
jeśli
ifoneonlyhidesit.
Kiedy
WhenIleavetownnowI
nigdy nie
nevertellmypeoplewhereIamgoing.
IfI
zrobił
did,Iwouldloseallmy
przyjemność
pleasure.
Itisasilly
nawyk
habit,Idaresay,but
jakoś
somehowitseemstobringagreatdealofromanceintoone’s
życia
life.
Isupposeyouthinkme
strasznie
awfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”
odpowiedział
answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
drogi
dearBasil.
Youseemtoforget
że
thatIammarried,andtheone
urokiem
charmofmarriageisthatitmakesalifeof
oszustwa
deceptionabsolutelynecessaryforbothparties.
I
nigdy nie
neverknowwheremywife
jest
is,andmywifeneverknowswhatIam
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;
butshe
tylko
merelylaughsatme.”
“Ihatethewayyou
mówisz
talkaboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”
powiedział
saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthe
drzwi
doorthatledintothegarden.
“I
wierzę
believethatyouarereallyaverygood
mężem
husband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
You
nigdy nie
neversayamoralthing,
i
andyouneverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismis
po prostu
simplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalis
po prostu
simplyapose,andthe
najbardziej
mostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
i
andthetwoyoungmenwentoutintothegarden
razem
togetherandensconcedthemselvesonalongbambooseat
które
thatstoodintheshadeofatalllaurelbush.
The
światło słoneczne
sunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.
Inthe
trawie
grass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Po
Afterapause,LordHenry
wyciągnął
pulledouthiswatch.
“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,lookinghim
prosto
straightintheface,“every
portret
portraitthatispaintedwithfeelingisa
portret
portraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitteris
tylko
merelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythepainter;
itis
raczej
ratherthepainterwho,onthecoloured
płótnie
canvas,revealshimself.
ThereasonIwillnotexhibit
tego
thispictureisthatIamafraid
że
thatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmyownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
zapytał
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”
powiedział
saidHallward;
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhis
twarzy
face.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”
kontynuował
continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
niego
him.
“Oh,thereisreallyvery
mało
littletotell,Harry,”answeredthe
malarz
painter;
“andIamafraidyouwillhardly
zrozumiesz
understandit.
Perhapsyouwillhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
i
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthe
trawy
grassandexaminedit.
“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-flyfloatedpastonitsbrown
gazy
gauzewings.
LordHenryfeltasifhecould
usłyszeć
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
i
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“Thestoryis
po prostu
simplythis,”saidthepainter
po
aftersometime.
“Twomonths
temu
agoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
wiesz
knowwepoorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfrom
czasu
timetotime,justto
przypomnieć
remindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
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,IfeltthatIwasgrowing
blady
pale.
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
mi
me.
IknewthatIhadcomefacetoface
z
withsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinating
że
that,ifIallowedittodoso,itwould
wchłonąłby
absorbmywholenature,my
całą
wholesoul,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
hadastrangefeelingthat
los
fatehadinstoreforme
wspaniałe
exquisitejoysandexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
i
andturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwasasortofcowardice.
Itake
nie
nocredittomyselffortryingtoescape.”
“Conscience
i
andcowardicearereallythesamethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthe
firmy
firm.
Thatisall.”
“Idon’tbelievethat,Harry,
i
andIdon’tbelieveyoudoeither.
However,
niezależnie
whateverwasmymotive—andit
może
mayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
bardzo
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
drzwi
door.
There,ofcourse,IstumbledagainstLady
Brandon
Brandon.
‘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.
Nagle
SuddenlyIfoundmyselffacetoface
z
withtheyoungmanwhosepersonalityhadso
dziwnie
strangelystirredme.