Портрет Доріана Грея
Chapter 1
Withastifledsobtheladleapedfromthecouch,and,rushingovertoHallward,toretheknifeoutofhishand,andflungittotheendofthestudio. "Don’t,Basil,don’t!"hecried."Itwouldbemurder!"
"Iamgladyouappreciatemyworkatlast,Dorian,"saidthepainter,coldly,whenhehadrecoveredfromhissurprise. "Ineverthoughtyouwould."
"Appreciateit?Iaminlovewithit,Basil.Itispartofmyself.Ifeelthat."
"Well,assoonasyouaredry,youshallbevarnished,andframed,andsenthome.Thenyoucandowhatyoulikewithyourself." Andhewalkedacrosstheroomandrangthebellfortea. "Youwillhavetea,ofcourse,Dorian?Andsowillyou,Harry?Ordoyouobjecttosuchsimplepleasures?"
"Iadoresimplepleasures,"saidLordHenry. "Theyarethelastrefugeofthecomplex.ButIdon’tlikescenes,exceptonthestage. Whatabsurdfellowsyouare,bothofyou!Iwonderwhoitwasdefinedmanasarationalanimal.Itwasthemostprematuredefinitionevergiven. Manismanythings,butheisnotrational.Iamgladheisnot,afterall:thoughIwishyouchapswouldnotsquabbleoverthepicture. Youhadmuchbetterletmehaveit,Basil.Thissillyboydoesn’treallywantit,andIreallydo."
"Ifyouletanyonehaveitbutme,Basil,Ishallneverforgiveyou!"criedDorianGray; "andIdon’tallowpeopletocallmeasillyboy."
"Youknowthepictureisyours,Dorian.Igaveittoyoubeforeitexisted."
"Andyouknowyouhavebeenalittlesilly,Mr.Gray, andthatyoudon’treallyobjecttobeingremindedthatyouareextremelyyoung."
"Ishouldhaveobjectedverystronglythismorning,LordHenry."
"Ah!thismorning!Youhavelivedsincethen."