Bengali meaning of The Model Millionare
Line by Line Bengali meaning of The Model Millionare
Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow.
āϝāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āύা āĻেāĻ āϧāύী, āϤāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āĻāĻāϰ্āώāĻŖীāϝ় āĻŽাāύুāώ āĻšāĻāϝ়াāϰ āĻোāύো āϞাāĻ āύেāĻ।
Romance is the privilege of the rich, not the profession of the unemployed.
āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āĻেāĻŦāϞ āϧāύীāĻĻেāϰ āĻ āϧিāĻাāϰ, āĻŦেāĻাāϰ āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻĒেāĻļা āύāϝ়।
The poor should be practical and prosaic¹.
āĻāϰিāĻŦ āĻŽাāύুāώāĻে āĻŦাāϏ্āϤāĻŦāĻŦাāĻĻী āĻ āĻāĻāĻেāϝ়ে āĻীāĻŦāύāϝাāĻĒāύāĻাāϰী āĻšāĻāϝ়া āĻāĻিāϤ।
It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.
āĻāĻāϰ্āώāĻŖীāϝ় āĻšāĻāϝ়াāϰ āĻেāϝ়ে āϏ্āĻĨাāϝ়ী āĻāϝ়েāϰ āĻā§āϏ āĻĨাāĻা āĻ āύেāĻ āĻাāϞো।
These are the great truths of modern life which Hughie Erskine never realised.
āĻāĻুāϞো āĻāϧুāύিāĻ āĻীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻŦāĻĄ় āϏāϤ্āϝ, āϝা āĻšিāĻāĻ āĻāϰ্āϏ্āĻিāύ āĻোāύোāĻĻিāύ āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰেāύি।
Poor Hughie! Intellectually, we must admit, he was not of much importance.
āĻ āϏāĻšাāϝ় āĻšিāĻāĻ! āĻŽেāϧাāϰ āĻĻিāĻ āĻĨেāĻে, āϏ্āĻŦীāĻাāϰ āĻāϰāϤেāĻ āĻšāϝ়, āϤাāϰ āϤেāĻŽāύ āĻুāϰুāϤ্āĻŦ āĻিāϞ āύা।
He never said a brilliant or even an ill-natured thing in his life.
āϏে āĻীāĻŦāύে āĻāĻāύো āĻāĻ্āĻ্āĻŦāϞ āĻŦা āĻāĻŽāύāĻি āϤিāĻ্āϤ āĻিāĻুāĻ āĻŦāϞেāύি।
But then he was wonderfully good-looking, with his crisp brown hair, his clear-cut profile, and his grey eyes.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āϏে āĻিāϞ āĻāĻļ্āĻāϰ্āϝ āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ, āϤাāϰ āĻুঁāĻāĻাāύো āĻŦাāĻĻাāĻŽি āĻুāϞ, āϏ্āĻĒāώ্āĻ āĻŽুāĻাāĻŦāϝ়āĻŦ, āĻāϰ āϧূāϏāϰ āĻোāĻ āύিāϝ়ে।
He was as popular with men as he was with women, and he had every accomplishment² except that of making money.
āϏে āϝেāĻŽāύ āĻĒুāϰুāώāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāύāĻĒ্āϰিāϝ় āĻিāϞ, āϤেāĻŽāύি āύাāϰীāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāĻেāĻ, āĻāϰ āϤাāϰ āϏāĻŦ āϰāĻāĻŽ āϝোāĻ্āϝāϤা āĻিāϞ — āĻ āϰ্āĻĨ āĻāĻĒাāϰ্āĻāύেāϰ āϝোāĻ্āϝāϤা āĻাāĻĄ়া।
His father had bequeathed³ him his cavalry sword, and a History of the Peninsular War in fifteen volumes.
āϤাāϰ āĻŦাāĻŦা āϤাāĻে āĻāϤ্āϤāϰাāϧিāĻাāϰ āϏূāϤ্āϰে āĻĻিāϝ়ে āĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞেāύ āύিāĻেāϰ āĻ āĻļ্āĻŦাāϰোāĻšী āϤāϞোāϝ়াāϰ āĻāϰ āĻĒেāύিāύāϏুāϞাāϰ āϝুāĻĻ্āϧেāϰ āĻāϤিāĻšাāϏ āύাāĻŽেāϰ āĻĒāύেāϰো āĻāĻŖ্āĻĄেāϰ āĻŦāĻ।
Hughie hung the first over his looking-glass, put the second on a shelf between Ruff's Guide and Bailey's Magazine, and lived on two hundred a year that an old aunt allowed him.
āĻšিāĻāĻ āĻĒ্āϰāĻĨāĻŽāĻি (āϤāϞোāϝ়াāϰ) āύিāĻেāϰ āĻāϝ়āύাāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻুāϞিāϝ়ে āϰাāĻāϞ, āĻĻ্āĻŦিāϤীāϝ়āĻি (āĻŦāĻ) āϰাāĻāϞ āϰাāĻĢ্āϏ āĻাāĻāĻĄ āĻāϰ āĻŦেāĻāϞিāϏ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻাāĻিāύেāϰ āĻŽাāĻেāϰ āϤাāĻāĻিāϤে, āĻāϰ āĻŦāĻāϰāĻĒ্āϰāϤি āϤাāϰ āĻāĻ āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧা āĻ āύ্āĻি āϝেāĻুāĻু (āĻĻুāĻāĻļো āĻĒাāĻāύ্āĻĄ) āĻাāϤা āĻĻিāϤেāύ, āϤাāĻ āĻĻিāϝ়ে āĻীāĻŦāύ āĻাāĻাāϤ।
He had tried everything.
āϏে āϏāĻŦ āĻিāĻুāĻ āĻেāώ্āĻা āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ।
He had gone on the Stock Exchange for six months; but what was a butterfly to do among bulls and bears?
āϏে āĻāϝ় āĻŽাāϏ āϏ্āĻāĻ āĻāĻ্āϏāĻেāĻ্āĻে āĻাāĻ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ; āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻĒāϤিāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻāĻ āĻšাāϞāĻা āĻŽাāύুāώ āώাঁāĻĄ় āĻāϰ āĻাāϞ্āϞুāĻেāϰ (āĻļেāϝ়াāϰāĻŦাāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻাāώাāϝ়) āĻিāĻĄ়ে āĻী āĻāϰāĻŦে?
He had been a tea-merchant for a little longer, but had soon tired of pekoe and souchong.
āϏে āĻিāĻুāĻĻিāύ āĻা-āĻŦ্āϝāĻŦāϏাāϝ়ীāĻ āĻিāϞ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤাāĻĄ়াāϤাāĻĄ়ি āĻĒিāĻো āĻāϰ āϏুāĻং āĻাāϝ়েāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āĻŦিāϰāĻ্āϤ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĒāĻĄ়েāĻিāϞ।
Then he had tried selling dry sherry.
āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϏে āĻļুāĻāύো āĻļেāϰি (āĻāĻ āϧāϰāύেāϰ āĻŽāĻĻ) āĻŦিāĻ্āϰি āĻāϰাāϰ āĻেāώ্āĻা āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ।
That did not answer; the sherry was a little too dry.
āϏেāĻিāĻ āĻাāĻ āĻĻেāϝ়āύি; āĻļেāϰিāĻা āĻিāϞ āĻāĻāĻু āĻŦেāĻļিāĻ āĻļুāĻāύো।
Ultimately he became nothing, a delightful, ineffectual young man with a perfect profile and no profession.
āĻļেāώ āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āϏে āĻিāĻুāĻ āĻšāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϞ āύা—āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻŽāύোāϰāĻŽ āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻ āĻাāϰ্āϝāĻāϰ āϝুāĻŦāĻ, āϝাāϰ āύিāĻুঁāϤ āĻŽুāĻাāĻŦāϝ়āĻŦ āĻāĻে āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻোāύো āĻĒেāĻļা āύেāĻ।
To make matters worse, he was in love.
āĻĒāϰিāϏ্āĻĨিāϤি āĻāϰāĻ āĻাāϰাāĻĒ āĻāϰাāϰ āĻŽāϤো, āϏে āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽে āĻĒāĻĄ়েāĻিāϞ।
The girl he loved was Laura Merton, the daughter of a retired Colonel who had lost his temper and his digestion in India, and had never found either of them again.
āϝে āĻŽেāϝ়েāĻিāĻে āϏে āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏāϤ, āϤাāϰ āύাāĻŽ āĻিāϞ āϞāϰা āĻŽাāϰ্āĻāύ—āϏে āĻিāϞ āĻāĻ āĻ āĻŦāϏāϰāĻĒ্āϰাāĻĒ্āϤ āĻāϰ্āύেāϞেāϰ āĻŽেāϝ়ে, āϝিāύি āĻাāϰāϤে āϤাāϰ āĻŽেāĻাāĻ āĻāϰ āĻšāĻāĻŽāĻļāĻ্āϤি āĻĻুāĻোāĻ āĻšাāϰিāϝ়েāĻিāϞেāύ, āĻāϰ āĻāϰ āĻāĻāύো āϏেāĻুāϞো āĻĢিāϰে āĻĒাāύāύি।
Laura adored him, and he was ready to kiss her shoe-strings.
āϞāϰা āϤাāĻে āĻীāώāĻŖ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏāϤ, āĻāϰ āϏে āϞāϰাāϰ āĻুāϤোāϰ āĻĢিāϤা āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻুāĻŽু āĻেāϤে āĻĒ্āϰāϏ্āϤুāϤ āĻিāϞ।
They were the handsomest couple in London, and had not a penny-piece between them.
āϤাāϰা āĻিāϞ āϞāύ্āĻĄāύেāϰ āϏāĻŦāĻেāϝ়ে āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ āĻুāĻি, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāĻ āĻĒāϝ়āϏাāĻ āĻিāϞ āύা।
The Colonel was very fond of Hughie, but would not hear of any engagement.
āĻāϰ্āύেāϞ āĻšিāĻāĻāĻে āĻুāĻŦ āĻĒāĻāύ্āĻĻ āĻāϰāϤেāύ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻোāύো āĻŦাāĻāĻĻাāύেāϰ āĻāĻĨা āĻļুāύāϤেāĻ āĻাāĻāϤেāύ āύা।
"Come to me, my boy, when you have got ten thousand pounds of your own, and we will see about it," he used to say;
āϏে (āĻāϰ্āύেāϞ) āĻĒ্āϰাāϝ়āĻ āĻŦāϞāϤেāύ, “āϝāĻāύ āϤুāĻŽি āύিāĻেāϰ āĻĻāĻļ āĻšাāĻাāϰ āĻĒাāĻāύ্āĻĄ āĻāĻĒাāϰ্āĻāύ āĻāϰāĻŦে, āϤāĻāύ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāϏো, āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻŦ্āϝাāĻĒাāϰāĻা āĻĻেāĻāĻŦ।”
and Hughie looked very glum¹¹ on those days, and had to go to Laura for consolation.
āĻāϰ āϏেāϏāĻŦ āĻĻিāύে āĻšিāĻāĻ āĻুāĻŦ āĻŦিāĻŽāϰ্āώ āĻŽুāĻ āĻāϰāϤ, āĻāϰ āϏাāύ্āϤ্āĻŦāύাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϞāϰাāϰ āĻাāĻে āϝেāϤ।
One morning, as he was on his way to Holland Park, where the Mertons lived,
āĻāĻ āϏāĻাāϞে, āϝāĻāύ āϏে āĻšāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄ āĻĒাāϰ্āĻেāϰ āĻĒāĻĨে āĻিāϞ, āϝেāĻাāύে āĻŽাāϰ্āĻāύ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦাāϰ āĻĨাāĻāϤ,
he dropped in to see a great friend of his, Alan Trevor.
āϏে āĻšāĻ াā§ āϤাāϰ āĻāĻ āĻāύিāώ্āĻ āĻŦāύ্āϧু, āĻ ্āϝাāϞাāύ āĻ্āϰেāĻāϰেāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻĸুঁ āĻŽেāϰে āĻেāϞ।
Trevor was a painter.
āĻ্āϰেāĻāϰ āĻিāϞেāύ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻিāϤ্āϰāĻāϰ।
Indeed, few people escape that nowadays.
āĻāϏāϞে, āĻāĻāĻাāϞ āĻুāĻŦ āĻāĻŽ āϞোāĻāĻ āĻāĻ āĻĒেāĻļা āĻĨেāĻে āϰেāĻšাāĻ āĻĒাāύ।
But he was also an artist, and artists are rather rare.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤিāύি āĻļুāϧু āĻিāϤ্āϰāĻāϰāĻ āύāύ, āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻĒ্āϰāĻৃāϤ āĻļিāϞ্āĻĒীāĻ āĻিāϞেāύ, āĻāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻৃāϤ āĻļিāϞ্āĻĒী āĻুāĻŦāĻ āĻŦিāϰāϞ।
Personally he was a strange rough fellow, with a freckled¹² face and a red ragged beard.
āĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤিāĻāϤāĻাāĻŦে āϤিāύি āĻিāϞেāύ āĻāĻ āĻ āĻĻ্āĻুāϤ āϰুāĻ্āώ āĻŽাāύুāώ, āϝাāϰ āĻŽুāĻে āĻিāϞ āĻĢোঁāĻা-āĻĢোঁāĻা āĻĻাāĻ (āĻĢ্āϰেāĻāϞāϏ) āĻāϰ āϞাāϞ āĻ āĻোāĻাāϞো āĻĻাāĻĄ়ি।
However, when he took up the brush he was a real master, and his pictures were eagerly sought after.
āϤāĻŦে, āϝāĻāύāĻ āϤিāύি āϤুāϞি āĻšাāϤে āύিāϤেāύ, āϤāĻāύāĻ āϤিāύি āĻšāϤেāύ āĻāĻ āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻāϏ্āϤাāĻĻ, āĻāϰ āϤাāϰ āĻāĻŦিāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻাāĻšিāĻĻা āĻিāϞ āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦāϞ।
He had been very much attracted by Hughie at first, it must be acknowledged, entirely on account of his personal charm.
āĻļুāϰুāϤে āĻšিāĻāĻāϝ়েāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āϤিāύি āĻীāώāĻŖ āĻāĻৃāώ্āĻ āĻšāϝ়েāĻিāϞেāύ, āϏ্āĻŦীāĻাāϰ āĻāϰāϤেāĻ āĻšāϝ়, āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖāĻাāĻŦে āϤাāϰ āĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤিāĻāϤ āĻāĻāϰ্āώāĻŖেāϰ āĻাāϰāĻŖে।
"The only people a painter should know," he used to say,
āϤিāύি āĻĒ্āϰাāϝ়āĻ āĻŦāϞāϤেāύ, “āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻিāϤ্āϰāĻāϰāĻে āĻেāĻŦāϞ āĻāĻ āϧāϰāύেāϰ āĻŽাāύুāώāĻĻেāϰāĻ āĻেāύা āĻāĻিāϤ—
"are people who are bÃĒte¹³ and beautiful, people who are an artistic pleasure to look at and an intellectual repose to talk to.
—āϝাāϰা āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻāĻāĻু āĻŦোāĻাāϏোāĻা āĻিāύ্āϤু āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ, āϝাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻাāύো āĻāĻ āĻļিāϞ্āĻĒিāϤ āĻāύāύ্āĻĻ āĻāϰ āϝাāĻĻেāϰ āϏāĻ্āĻে āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞা āĻŽাāύāϏিāĻ āĻāϰাāĻŽ āĻĻেāϝ়।”
Men who are dandies¹⁴ and women who are darlings rule the world, at least they should do so."
“āϝেāϏāĻŦ āĻĒুāϰুāώ āϏৌāύ্āĻĻāϰ্āϝ āĻāϰ āϏাāĻāĻোāĻে āĻ্āϝাāϤ (āĻĄ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄি) āĻāϰ āϝেāϏāĻŦ āύাāϰী āĻāĻĻāϰেāϰ āĻĒাāϤ্āϰী, āϤাāϰাāĻ āĻĒৃāĻĨিāĻŦী āĻļাāϏāύ āĻāϰে — āĻ āύ্āϤāϤ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāϰা āĻāĻিāϤ।”
However, after he got to know Hughie better,
āϤāĻŦে, āĻšিāĻāĻāĻে āĻাāϞোāĻাāĻŦে āĻাāύাāϰ āĻĒāϰ,
he liked him quite as much for his bright buoyant¹⁵ spirits and his generous reckless nature,
āϤিāύি āϤাāĻে āϏāĻŽাāύāĻাāĻŦে āĻĒāĻāύ্āĻĻ āĻāϰāϤেāύ āϤাāϰ āĻāĻ্āĻ্āĻŦāϞ āĻ āĻĒ্āϰাāĻŖāĻŦāύ্āϤ āϏ্āĻŦāĻাāĻŦ āĻāϰ āĻāĻĻাāϰ āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻিāĻুāĻা āĻŦেāĻĒāϰোāϝ়া āĻāϰিāϤ্āϰেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ,
and had given him the permanent entrÊe¹⁶ to his studio.
āĻāϰ āϤাāĻে āϤাāϰ āϏ্āĻুāĻĄিāĻāϤে āϏ্āĻĨাāϝ়ীāĻাāĻŦে āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦেāĻļাāϧিāĻাāϰāĻ āĻĻিāϝ়ে āϰেāĻেāĻিāϞেāύ।
When Hughie came in he found Trevor putting the finishing touches to a wonderful life-size picture of a beggar-man.
āϝāĻāύ āĻšিāĻāĻ āĻĸুāĻāϞ, āϤāĻāύ āĻĻেāĻāϞ āĻ্āϰেāĻāϰ āĻāĻ āĻ āϏাāϧাāϰāĻŖ āĻীāĻŦāύ-āĻāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻিāĻাāϰিāϰ āĻāĻŦিāϤে āĻļেāώ āϰāĻেāϰ āĻোঁāϝ়া āĻĻিāĻ্āĻেāύ।
The beggar himself was standing on a raised platform in a corner of the studio.
āĻিāĻাāϰি āύিāĻেāĻ āϏ্āĻুāĻĄিāĻāϰ āĻāĻ āĻোāĻŖে āĻঁāĻু āĻĒ্āϞ্āϝাāĻāĻĢāϰ্āĻŽে āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āĻিāϞ।
He was a wizened¹⁷ old man, with a face like wrinkled parchment, and a most piteous expression.
āϏে āĻিāϞ āĻāĻ āĻļুāĻāύো-āϏুāĻāύো āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧ, āϝাāϰ āĻŽুāĻ āĻিāϞ āĻাঁāĻ āĻĒāĻĄ়া āĻĒাāϰ্āĻāĻŽেāύ্āĻ āĻাāĻāĻেāϰ āĻŽāϤো, āĻāϰ āĻŽুāĻে āĻিāϞ āĻীāώāĻŖ āĻāϰুāĻŖ āĻ āĻিāĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤি।
Over his shoulders was flung a coarse brown cloak, all tears and tatters;
āϤাāϰ āĻাঁāϧে āĻিāϞ āĻāĻ āϰুāĻ্āώ āĻŦাāĻĻাāĻŽি āĻাāĻĻāϰ, āϝা āϏāϰ্āĻŦāϤ্āϰ āĻেঁāĻĄ়া āĻāϰ āĻীāϰ্āĻŖ।
his thick boots were patched and cobbled,
āϤাāϰ āĻŽোāĻা āĻŦুāĻāĻুāϤোāϤে āĻিāϞ āĻোāĻĄ়া āϞাāĻাāύো āĻ āϏেāϞাāĻāϝ়েāϰ āĻĻাāĻ,
and with one hand he leant on a rough stick,
āĻāϰ āĻāĻ āĻšাāϤে āϏে āĻāϰ āĻĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ āĻāĻ āϰুāĻ্āώ āϞাāĻ িāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ,
while with the other he held out his battered¹⁸ hat for alms.
āĻāϰ āĻ āύ্āϝ āĻšাāϤে āĻŦাāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āϧāϰেāĻিāϞ āϤাāϰ āĻĒুāϰāύো, āĻীāϰ্āĻŖ āĻুāĻĒি, āĻিāĻ্āώাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ।
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