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A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Slovenian A1 Learners

A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Slovenian A1 Learners

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignorahad
ni
nobusinesstodoit,”saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
Shepromisedussouthrooms
z
withaviewclosetogether,insteadof
ki
whichherearenorthrooms,lookinginto
je
acourtyard,andalongwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“AndaCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,
ki
whohadbeenfurthersaddenedby
je
theSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
Shelookedat
je
thetworowsofEnglishpeople
ki
whoweresittingatthetable;
attherowofwhitebottlesof
vode
waterandredbottlesofwine
ki
thatranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelateQueen
in
andthelatePoetLaureate
ki
thathungbehindtheEnglishpeople,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),
to
thatwastheonlyotherdecorationof
je
thewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,
tudi
too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
Icanhardlybelieve
da
thatallkindsofotherthingsarejust
zunaj
outside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“Thismeathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.
“I
rad
wantsotoseetheArno.
Je
TheroomstheSignorapromisedusinherletterwouldhavelookedover
je
theArno.
TheSignorahad
ni
nobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoesseem
težko
hardthatyoushouldn’thaveaview.”
Lucyfelt
da
thatshehadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoilme:
of
seveda
course,youmustlookovertheArno,
tudi
too.
Imeantthat.
The
prva
firstvacantroominthefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceofgenerosityto
kar
whichshemademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,
ne
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
mama
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
nikoli
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—if
je
thesadtruthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
in
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
in
andoneofthem—oneof
je
theill-bredpeoplewhomonedoesmeetabroad—leantforward
čez
overthetableandactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
Hesaid:.
“Ihaveaview,Ihaveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyatapensionpeoplelookedthemoverfora
dan
dayortwobeforespeaking,
in
andoftendidnotfindout
da
thattheywould“do”tilltheyhadgone.
Sheknew
da
thattheintruderwasill-bred,
še
evenbeforesheglancedat
ga
him.
Hewasanold
moški
man,ofheavybuild,withafair,shavenface
in
andlargeeyes.
Therewas
nekaj
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
čeprav
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
točno
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnotstoptoconsider,forherglancepassedontohisclothes.
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
verjetno
probablytryingtobecomeacquainted
z
withthembeforetheygotintotheswim.
Sosheassumedadazedexpression
ko
whenhespoketoher,
in
andthensaid:
“Aview?
Oh,aview!
Kako
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
Hehasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,
ki
whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“is
da
thatyoucanhaveourrooms,andwe’ll
imeli
haveyours.
We’llchange.”
Thebetter
razred
classoftouristwasshockedat
tem
this,andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
MissBartlett,inreply,openedhermouthaslittleaspossible,
in
andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
to
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
said
je
theoldman,withbothfistson
je
thetable.
“Becauseitisquiteoutofthequestion,
hvala
thankyou.”
“Yousee,wedon’tliketotake—”
beganLucy.
Hercousin
spet
againrepressedher.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
všeč
likelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
In
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
kot
likeanaughtychild,andturnedtohis
sinu
son,saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’ssoobviousthey
bi morali
shouldhavetherooms,”said
je
theson.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnotlookattheladiesashespoke,
vendar
buthisvoicewasperplexed
in
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
butshesaw
da
thattheywereinforwhatisknownas“quiteascene,”
in
andshehadanoddfeeling
da
thatwhenevertheseill-bredtouristsspokethecontestwidened
in
anddeepenedtillitdealt,not
z
withroomsandviews,butwith—well,
z
withsomethingquitedifferent,whoseexistenceshehadnotrealizedbefore.
Now
je
theoldmanattackedMissBartlett
skoraj
almostviolently:
Whyshouldshenotchange?
Whatpossibleobjectionhad
ona
she?
Theywouldclearoutin
pol
halfanhour.
MissBartlett,
čeprav
thoughskilledinthedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessin
je
thepresenceofbrutality.
Itwasimpossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Her
obraz
facereddenedwithdispleasure.
Shelooked
okrog
aroundasmuchastosay,“Areyou
vsi
alllikethis?”
Andtwolittle
stari
oldladies,whoweresittingfurtherup
je
thetable,withshawlshanging
nad
overthebacksofthechairs,looked
nazaj
back,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
večerjo
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
in
andbegantotoyagain
z
withthemeatthatshehad
nekoč
oncecensured.
Lucymumbledthatthoseseemed
zelo
veryoddpeopleopposite.
“Eatyour
večerjo
dinner,dear.
Thispensionisafailure.
Jutri
To-morrowwewillmakeachange.”
Hardlyhadsheannouncedthisfelldecision
ko
whenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
koncu
endoftheroomparted,
in
andrevealedaclergyman,stoutbutattractive,
ki
whohurriedforwardtotakehis
mesto
placeatthetable,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
ki
whohadnotyetacquireddecency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,
kako
howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,wemust
ustaviti
stopnow,howeverbadtheroomsare.
Oh!”
MissBartlettsaid,
z
withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpect
da
thatyouhaveforgottenus:
MissBartlett
in
andMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
ko
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthat
zelo
verycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,
ki
whohadtheairof
enega
oneonaholiday,didnotremembertheladies
povsem
quiteasclearlyastheyremembered
njega
him.
Buthecameforwardpleasantly
dovolj
enoughandacceptedthechairintowhichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladtoseeyou,”saidthe
dekle
girl,whowasinastateofspiritualstarvation,
in
andwouldhavebeengladtoseethewaiter
če
ifhercousinhadpermitted
to
it.
“Justfancyhowsmallthe
svet
worldis.
SummerStreet,too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesin
je
theparishofSummerStreet,”said
Gospodična
MissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedtotellmein
je
thecourseofconversationthatyouhave
pravkar
justacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,Iheardfrom
matere
mothersolastweek.
Shedidn’tknow
da
thatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
toda
butIwrotebackatonce,
in
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”said
je
theclergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummerStreet
naslednji
nextJune.
Iamluckytobeappointedtosuchacharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,
kako
howgladIam!
The
ime
nameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
mama
motherandmegenerally,andmy
brat
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwegethimtoch——
Thechurchisrather
daleč
faroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iameatingit,
hvala
thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
HepreferredtotalktoLucy,whoseplayingheremembered,rather
kot
thantoMissBartlett,who
verjetno
probablyrememberedhissermons.
Heaskedthe
dekle
girlwhethersheknewFlorence
dobro
well,andwasinformedat
nekaj
somelengththatshehad
nikoli
neverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfultoadviseanewcomer,andhewas
prvi
firstinthefield.
“Don’tneglect
je
thecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“Thefirstfineafternoon
vožnjo
driveuptoFiesole,androundbySettignano,
ali
orsomethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
criedavoicefromthetopofthetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
The
prvo
firstfineafternoonyourladiesmustgotoPrato.”
“That
gospa
ladylookssoclever,”whisperedMissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
In
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentofinformationburston
njimi
them.
Peopletoldthemwhattosee,whentoseeit,
kako
howtostoptheelectrictrams,
kako
howtogetridofthebeggars,
kako
howmuchtogiveforavellumblotter,
kako
howmuchtheplacewouldgrowupon
jim
them.
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
skoraj
almostenthusiastically,thattheywoulddo.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladiessmiled
in
andshoutedatthem.
Andaboveallrose
je
thevoiceofthecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
Theymust
iti
gotoPrato.
Thatplaceis
preveč
toosweetlysqualidforwords.
Ilove
to
it;
Irevelinshakingoff
je
thetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
Je
TheyoungmannamedGeorgeglancedat
je
thecleverlady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohisplate.
Obviouslyhe
in
andhisfatherdidnotdo.
Lucy,in
je
themidstofhersuccess,found
čas
timetowishtheydid.
Itgaveher
ni
noextrapleasurethatanyoneshouldbeleftinthecold;
in
andwhensherosetogo,sheturned
nazaj
backandgavethetwooutsidersanervous
mali
littlebow.
Thefatherdidnotseeit;
je
thesonacknowledgedit,notbyanotherbow,
ampak
butbyraisinghiseyebrows
in
andsmiling;
heseemedtobesmilingacross
nekaj
something.
Shehastenedafterhercousin,whohad
že
alreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmoteonein
je
theface,andseemedheavy
z
withmorethancloth.
Beyondthemstood
je
theunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
in
andsupportedby’Enery,her
mali
littleboy,andVictorier,her
hči
daughter.
Itmadeacurious
mali
littlescene,thisattemptoftheCockneytoconveythegrace
in
andgenialityoftheSouth.
In
Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,
ki
whichattemptedtorivalthesolidcomfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Was
to
thisreallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
že
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
ki
whichhadthecolourandthecontoursofatomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
in
andasshespoke,herlongnarrowheaddrovebackwards
in
andforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughsheweredemolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewassaying.
“The
prvi
firsteveningmeanssomuch.
Ko
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
je
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
Heexpressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,knowthe
ime
nameofanoldman
ki
whosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishea
prijatelj
friendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwillsay
ne
nomore.”
Hepressedher
zelo
veryslightly,andshesaid
več
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmyyoungcousin,Lucy,
in
anditwouldbea
resna
seriousthingifIputher
pod
underanobligationtopeopleofwhomweknow
ničesar
nothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
I
upam
hopeIactedforthebest.”
“Youactedverynaturally,”said
je
he.
Heseemedthoughtful,and
po
afterafewmomentsadded:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
mislim
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,of
seveda
course.
Butwecouldnotbe
pod
underanobligation.”
“Heisratherapeculiarman.”
Spet
Againhehesitated,andthensaidgently:
“I
mislim
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,norexpectyoutoshowgratitude.
Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—ofsaying
točno
exactlywhathemeans.
Hehasroomshedoesnotvalue,
in
andhethinksyouwouldvalue
jih
them.
Henomorethoughtofputtingyou
pod
underanobligationthanhethoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—at
vsaj
least,Ifinditdifficult—to
razumeti
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
in
andsaid:
“Iwashoping
da
thathewasnice;
Idoso
vedno
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
mislim
thinkheis;
niceandtiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
skoraj
almosteverypointofanyimportance,andso,Iexpect—I
lahko
maysayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Toda
Buthisisatypeonedisagrees
s
withratherthandeplores.
Whenhe
prvič
firstcameherehenotunnaturallyputpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
ne
notactandnomanners—Idon’tmeanbythatthathehasbadmanners—andhe
bo
willnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
WenearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
vendar
butIamgladto
rečem
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”saidMissBartlett,“thatheisaSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeacceptedtheconvenient
besedo
word,notwithoutaslighttwitchingofthelips.
“Andpresumablyhehasbroughtuphis
sina
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“IhardlyknowGeorge,forhehasn’tlearntto
govoriti
talkyet.