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The Artist
Оглавление‘I have put too much of
myself into this painting.’
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Through the open windows of the room came the rich scent of summer flowers. Lord Henry Wotton lay back in his chair and smoked his cigarette. Beyond the soft sounds of the garden he could just hear the noise of London.
In the centre of the room there was a portrait of a very beautiful young man, and in front of it stood the artist himself, Basil Hallward.
‘It’s your best work, Basil, the best portrait that you’ve ever painted,’ said Lord Henry lazily. ‘You must send it to the best art gallery in London.’
‘No,’ Basil said slowly. ‘No, I won’t send it anywhere.’
Lord Henry was surprised. ‘But my dear Basil, why not?’ he asked. ‘What strange people you artists are! You want to be famous, but then you’re not happy when you are famous. It’s bad when people talk about you – but it’s much worse when they don’t talk about you.’
‘I know you’ll laugh at me,’ replied Basil, ‘but I can’t exhibit the picture in an art gallery. I’ve put too much of myself into it.’
