Портрет Дориана Грея / The Picture of Dorian Gray (+ аудиоприложение)

And then you will begin to think that he has behaved badly towards you —”

“Harry, don’t talk like that. As long as I live, Dorian Gray will be everything to me. You can’t feel what I feel. You change too often.”

“My dear Basil, that is exactly why I can feel it.” Lord Henry took a cigarette from his pretty silver box and lit it. Then he turned to Hallward and said, “I have just remembered.”

“Remembered what, Harry?”

“Where I heard the name of Dorian Gray.

”

“Where was it?” asked Hallward with a slight frown.

“Don’t look so angry, Basil. It was at my aunt’s, Lady Agatha’s. She told me that she had discovered this wonderful young man. He was going to help her work with the poor people in the East End of London, and his name was Dorian Gray. Of course I didn’t know it was your friend.”

“I am very glad you didn’t, Harry.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to meet him.

”

“Mr. Dorian Gray is in the studio, sir,” said the butler, coming into the garden.

“You must introduce me now,” cried Lord Henry, laughing.

The painter turned to his servant. “Ask Mr. Gray to wait, Parker. I will come in in a few moments.”

Then he looked at Lord Henry. “Dorian Gray is my dearest friend,” he said. “He has a simple and a beautiful nature. Don’t spoil him. Don’t try to influence him. Your influence would be bad.

Don’t take away from me the one person who makes me a true artist. Mind, Harry, I trust you.”

“What nonsense you talk!” said Lord Henry, smiling, and taking Hallward by the arm, he almost led him into the house.

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Мастерская была наполнена густым ароматом роз. Лорд Генри Уоттон сидел на диване и курил бесчисленные папиросы.

Через открытую дверь доносились отдалённые звуки лондонских улиц.

Посреди комнаты стоял портрет в полный рост молодого человека необыкновенной красоты, и перед ним на небольшом расстоянии сидел сам художник – Бэзил Холлуорд.