With the Photographer
by Stephen Leacock
Line-by-Line Bengali Translation
“I want my photograph taken,” I said.
"āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻāĻŦি āϤোāϞাāϤে āĻাāĻ," āĻāĻŽি āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ।
The photographer looked at me without enthusiasm.
āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āύিāϰুā§āϏাāĻšāĻাāĻŦে (āĻāϤ্āϏাāĻšāĻšীāύāĻাāĻŦে) āϤাāĻাāϞেāύ।
He was a drooping man in a gray suit, with the dim eye of a natural scientist.
āϤিāύি āĻিāϞেāύ āϧূāϏāϰ āϏ্āϝুāĻেāϰ āĻāĻāĻāύ āύুā§ে āĻĒā§া āĻŽাāύুāώ, āϝাāϰ āĻোāĻ āĻিāϞ āĻĒ্āϰāĻৃāϤিāĻŦিāĻ্āĻাāύীāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻাāĻĒāϏা (āĻāĻীāϰ āĻিāύ্āϤাāĻŽāĻ্āύ)।
But there is no need to describe him.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤাāĻে āĻŦāϰ্āĻŖāύা āĻāϰাāϰ āĻোāύ āĻĒ্āϰā§োāĻāύ āύেāĻ।
Everybody knows what a photographer is like.
āϏāĻŦাāĻ āĻাāύে āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻেāĻŽāύ āĻšā§।
“Sit there,” he said, “and wait.”
"āĻāĻাāύে āĻŦāϏুāύ," āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āĻāĻŦং āĻ
āĻĒেāĻ্āώা āĻāϰুāύ।"
I waited an hour.
āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻ āĻāĻŖ্āĻা āĻ
āĻĒেāĻ্āώা āĻāϰāϞাāĻŽ।
I read the Ladies Companion for 1912, the Girls Magazine for 1902 and the Infants Journal for 1888.
āĻāĻŽি ⧧⧝⧧⧍ āϏাāϞেāϰ 'āϞেāĻĄিāĻ āĻāĻŽ্āĻĒ্āϝাāύিāϝ়āύ', ⧧⧝ā§Ļ⧍ āϏাāϞেāϰ 'āĻাāϰ্āϞāϏ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻাāĻিāύ' āĻāĻŦং ā§§ā§Žā§Žā§Ž āϏাāϞেāϰ 'āĻāύāĻĢ্āϝাāύ্āĻāϏ āĻাāϰ্āύাāϞ' āĻĒāĻĄ়āϞাāĻŽ।
I began to see that I had done an unwarrantable thing in breaking in on the privacy of this man’s scientific pursuits with a face like mine.
āĻāĻŽি āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰāϞাāĻŽ āϝে, āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻāĻāĻা āĻŽুāĻ āύিā§ে āĻāĻ āϞোāĻāĻিāϰ āĻŦৈāĻ্āĻাāύিāĻ āϏাāϧāύাāϰ āĻোāĻĒāύীā§āϤাā§ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻাāϤ āĻāĻিā§ে āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻāĻা āĻ্āώāĻŽাāϰ āĻ
āϝোāĻ্āϝ āĻাāĻ āĻāϰেāĻি।
After an hour the photographer opened the inner door.
āĻāĻ āĻāĻŖ্āĻা āĻĒāϰ āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻেāϤāϰেāϰ āĻĻāϰāĻাāĻি āĻুāϞāϞেāύ।
“Come in,” he said severely.
"āĻেāϤāϰে āĻāϏুāύ," āϤিāύি āĻāĻŽ্āĻীāϰāĻাāĻŦে āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ।
I went into the studio.
āĻāĻŽি āϏ্āĻুāĻĄিāĻāϰ āĻেāϤāϰে āĻেāϞাāĻŽ।
“Sit down,” said the photographer.
"āĻŦāϏুāύ," āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ।
I sat down in a beam of sunlight filtered through a sheet of factory cotton hung against a frosted skylight.
āĻāĻŽি āĻāώা āĻাঁāĻেāϰ āϏ্āĻাāĻāϞাāĻāĻেāϰ (āĻাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāύাāϞা) āĻŦিāĻĒāϰীāϤে āĻোāϞাāύো āĻাāϰāĻাāύাāϰ āϏুāϤিāϰ āĻাāĻĻāϰেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝ āĻĻিā§ে āĻুঁāĻā§ে āĻāϏা āϏূāϰ্āϝেāϰ āĻāϞোā§ āĻŦāϏāϞাāĻŽ।
The photographer rolled a machine into the middle of the room and crawled into it from behind.
āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻāĻāĻি āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰ (āĻ্āϝাāĻŽেāϰা) āĻ েāϞে āĻāϰেāϰ āĻŽাāĻāĻাāύে āύিā§ে āĻāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻĒেāĻāύ āĻĻিāĻ āĻĻিā§ে āϏেāĻাāϰ āĻেāϤāϰে āĻšাāĻŽাāĻুā§ি āĻĻিā§ে āĻĸুāĻāϞেāύ।
He was only in it a second, — just time enough for one look at me, — and then he was out again, tearing at the cotton sheet and the window panes with a hooked stick, apparently frantic for light and air.
āϤিāύি āĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āĻāĻ āϏেāĻেāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻেāϤāϰে āĻিāϞেāύ, — āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻāĻāĻŦাāϰ āϤাāĻাāύোāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϝāϤāĻুāĻু āϏāĻŽā§ āĻĻāϰāĻাāϰ, — āĻāĻŦং āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰāĻ āϤিāύি āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻŦেāϰিā§ে āĻāϞেāύ, āĻāϞো āĻ āĻŦাāϤাāϏেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāύ্āĻŽāϤ্āϤ āĻšā§ে āĻāĻāĻা āĻŦাঁāĻাāύো āϞাāĻ ি āĻĻিā§ে āϏুāϤিāϰ āĻাāĻĻāϰ āĻāĻŦং āĻাāύাāϞাāϰ āĻļাāϰ্āϏিāĻুāϞো āĻিঁā§ে āĻĢেāϞাāϰ āĻāĻĒāĻ্āϰāĻŽ āĻāϰāϞেāύ।
Then he crawled back into the machine again and drew a little black cloth over himself.
āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤিāύি āĻāĻŦাāϰ āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻাāϰ āĻেāϤāϰে āĻšাāĻŽাāĻুā§ি āĻĻিā§ে āĻĸুāĻāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āύিāĻেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻāĻāĻি āĻোāĻ āĻাāϞো āĻাāĻĒā§ āĻেāύে āĻĻিāϞেāύ।
This time he was very quiet in there. I knew that he was praying and I kept still.
āĻāĻŦাāϰ āϤিāύি āĻেāϤāϰে āĻুāĻŦ āĻļাāύ্āϤ āĻিāϞেāύ। āĻāĻŽি āĻাāύāϤাāĻŽ āϤিāύি āĻĒ্āϰাāϰ্āĻĨāύা āĻāϰāĻেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽি āϏ্āĻĨিāϰ āĻšā§ে āϰāĻāϞাāĻŽ।
When the photographer came out at last, he looked very grave and shook his head.
āĻ
āĻŦāĻļেāώে āϝāĻāύ āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻŦেāϰিā§ে āĻāϞেāύ, āϤাāĻে āĻুāĻŦ āĻāĻŽ্āĻীāϰ āĻĻেāĻাāĻ্āĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āĻŽাāĻĨা āύাā§āϞেāύ।
“The face is quite wrong,” he said.
"āĻŽুāĻāĻা āĻāĻেāĻŦাāϰেāĻ āĻŦেāĻŽাāύাāύ (āĻুāϞ)," āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ।
“I know,” I answered quietly; “I have always known it.”
"āĻāĻŽি āĻাāύি," āĻāĻŽি āĻļাāύ্āϤāĻাāĻŦে āĻāϤ্āϤāϰ āĻĻিāϞাāĻŽ; "āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻা āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽā§āĻ āĻাāύি।"
He sighed. “I think,” he said, “the face would be better three-quarters full.”
āϤিāύি āĻĻীāϰ্āĻāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āĻĢেāϞāϞেāύ। "āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻšā§," āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āĻŽুāĻāĻা āϤিāύ-āĻāϤুāϰ্āĻĨাংāĻļ (āĻোāĻŖাāĻুāĻŖি) āĻোāϰাāϞে āĻাāϞো āĻšāĻŦে।"
“I’m sure it would,” I said enthusiastically, for I was glad to find that the man had such a human side to him.
"āĻāĻŽি āύিāĻļ্āĻিāϤ āĻāĻা āĻাāϞো āĻšāĻŦে," āĻāĻŽি āĻā§āϏাāĻšেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāĻŽি āĻুāĻļি āĻšāϞাāĻŽ āĻāĻা āĻĻেāĻে āϝে āϞোāĻāĻিāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻāĻāĻা āĻŽাāύāĻŦিāĻ āĻĻিāĻāĻ āĻāĻে।
“So would yours. In fact,” I continued, “how many faces one sees that are apparently hard, narrow, limited, but the minute you get them three-quarters full they get wide, large, almost boundless in — —”
"āĻāĻĒāύাāϰāĻাāĻ āĻাāϞো āĻšāϤো। āĻāϏāϞে," āĻāĻŽি āĻŦāϞে āĻāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāϤ āĻŽুāĻ āĻĻেāĻা āϝাā§ āϝা āĻāĻĒাāϤāĻĻৃāώ্āĻিāϤে āĻāĻ িāύ, āϏংāĻীāϰ্āĻŖ, āϏীāĻŽাāĻŦāĻĻ্āϧ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϝেāĻ āĻāĻĒāύি āϏেāĻুāϞোāĻে āϤিāύ-āĻāϤুāϰ্āĻĨাংāĻļ āĻোāϰাāĻŦেāύ, āϏেāĻুāϞো āĻĒ্āϰāĻļāϏ্āϤ, āĻŦিāĻļাāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻĒ্āϰাā§ āĻ
āϏীāĻŽ āĻšā§ে āĻāĻ ে—"
But the photographer had ceased to listen.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻļোāύা āĻŦāύ্āϧ āĻāϰে āĻĻিā§েāĻিāϞেāύ।
He came over and took my head in his hands and twisted it sideways.
āϤিāύি āĻāĻিā§ে āĻāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽাāĻĨাāĻা āĻĻুāĻ āĻšাāϤে āϧāϰে āĻāĻāĻĒাāĻļে āĻŽোāĻā§ āĻĻিāϞেāύ।
I thought he meant to kiss me, and I closed my eyes.
āĻāĻŽি āĻাāĻŦāϞাāĻŽ āϤিāύি āĻšā§āϤো āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻুāĻŽ্āĻŦāύ āĻāϰāϤে āĻাāĻāĻেāύ, āϤাāĻ āĻāĻŽি āĻোāĻ āĻŦāύ্āϧ āĻāϰāϞাāĻŽ।
But I was wrong.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽাāϰ āϧাāϰāĻŖা āĻুāϞ āĻিāϞ।
He twisted my face as far as it would go and then stood looking at it.
āϤিāύি āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽুāĻāĻা āϝāϤāĻĻূāϰ āϏāĻŽ্āĻāĻŦ āĻŦাঁāĻাāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻĻাঁā§িā§ে āϏেāĻাāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻিā§ে āϰāĻāϞেāύ।
He sighed again. “I don’t like the head,” he said.
āϤিāύি āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻĻীāϰ্āĻāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āĻĢেāϞāϞেāύ। "āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽাāĻĨাāĻা āĻĒāĻāύ্āĻĻ āĻšāĻ্āĻে āύা," āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ।
Then he went back to the machine and took another look.
āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤিāύি āĻāĻŦাāϰ āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻাāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻেāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻāϰেāĻāĻŦাāϰ āϤাāĻাāϞেāύ।
“Open the mouth a little,” he said. I started to do so.
"āĻŽুāĻāĻা āĻāĻāĻু āĻুāϞুāύ," āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ। āĻāĻŽি āϤাāĻ āĻāϰāϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰāϞাāĻŽ।
“Close it,” he added quickly.
"āĻŦāύ্āϧ āĻāϰুāύ," āϤিāύি āĻĻ্āϰুāϤ āϝোāĻ āĻāϰāϞেāύ।
Then he looked again. “The ears are bad,” he said; “droop them a little more. Thank you.”
āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤিāύি āĻāĻŦাāϰ āϤাāĻাāϞেāύ। "āĻাāύāĻুāϞো āĻāĻāύ্āϝ," āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ; "āĻāĻুāϞো āĻāϰেāĻāĻু āύাāĻŽিā§ে āĻĻিāύ। āϧāύ্āϝāĻŦাāĻĻ।"
“Now the eyes. Roll them in under the lids. Put the hands on the knees, please, and turn the face just a little upward. Yes, that’s better.”
"āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻোāĻ। āĻāĻুāϞো āĻোāĻেāϰ āĻĒাāϤাāϰ āύিāĻে āĻুāϰিā§ে āύিāύ। āĻšাāϤāĻুāϞো āĻšাঁāĻুāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āϰাāĻুāύ, āĻĻā§া āĻāϰে, āĻāĻŦং āĻŽুāĻāĻা āϏাāĻŽাāύ্āϝ āĻāĻĒāϰেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤুāϞুāύ। āĻš্āϝাঁ, āĻāĻা āĻাāϞো।"
“Now just expand the lungs! So! And hump the neck — that’s it — and just contract the waist — ha! — and twist the hip up toward the elbow — now! I still don’t quite like the face, it’s just a trifle too full, but — —”
"āĻāĻāύ āĻĢুāϏāĻĢুāϏāĻা āĻĒ্āϰāϏাāϰিāϤ āĻāϰুāύ! āĻ িāĻ āĻāĻে! āĻāĻŦং āĻাā§āĻা āĻুঁāĻো āĻāϰুāύ — āĻāĻ āϤো — āĻāĻŦং āĻোāĻŽāϰāĻা āϏংāĻুāĻিāϤ āĻāϰুāύ — āĻšা! — āĻāĻŦং āύিāϤāĻŽ্āĻŦāĻা āĻāύুāĻā§েāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻāĻāĻু āĻŦাঁāĻাāύ — āĻāĻāύ! āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻŽুāĻāĻা āĻĒুāϰোāĻĒুāϰি āĻĒāĻāύ্āĻĻ āĻāϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻি āύা, āĻāĻা āϏাāĻŽাāύ্āϝ āĻāĻāĻু āĻŦেāĻļি āĻĢোāϞা, āĻিāύ্āϤু — —"
I swung myself round on the stool.
āĻāĻŽি āĻুāϞেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āύিāĻেāĻে āĻুāϰিā§ে āύিāϞাāĻŽ।
“Stop,” I said with emotion but, I think, with dignity.
"āĻĨাāĻŽুāύ," āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻŦেāĻেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻিāύ্āϤু, āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻšā§, āĻŽāϰ্āϝাāĻĻাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ।
“This face is my face. It is not yours, it is mine. I’ve lived with it for forty years and I know its faults.”
"āĻāĻ āĻŽুāĻ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽুāĻ। āĻāĻা āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āύā§, āĻāĻা āĻāĻŽাāϰ। āĻāĻŽি āĻāϞ্āϞিāĻļ āĻŦāĻāϰ āϧāϰে āĻāĻাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻŦাāϏ āĻāϰāĻি āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽি āĻāϰ āϤ্āϰুāĻিāĻুāϞো āĻাāύি।"
“I know it’s out of drawing. I know it wasn’t made for me, but it’s my face, the only one I have—”
"āĻāĻŽি āĻাāύি āĻāĻা āĻŦেāĻাāĻĒ্āĻĒা। āĻāĻŽি āĻাāύি āĻāĻা āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϤৈāϰি āĻšā§āύি, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻাāĻ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽুāĻ, āĻāĻāĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āϝা āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻāĻে—"
I was conscious of a break in my voice but I went on— “such as it is, I’ve learned to love it. And this is my mouth, not yours.”
āĻāĻŽি āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻিāϞাāĻŽ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻāϞা āϧāϰে āĻāϏāĻে āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽি āĻŦāϞে āĻāϞāϞাāĻŽ— "āĻāĻা āϝেāĻŽāύāĻ āĻšোāĻ, āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻাāĻে āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏāϤে āĻļিāĻেāĻি। āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻা āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽুāĻ, āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āύā§।"
“These ears are mine, and if your machine is too narrow—” Here I started to rise from the seat.
"āĻāĻ āĻাāύāĻুāϞো āĻāĻŽাāϰ, āĻāĻŦং āϝāĻĻি āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻা āĻŦেāĻļি āϏāϰু āĻšā§—" āĻāĻ āĻŦāϞে āĻāĻŽি āĻāϏāύ āĻĨেāĻে āĻāĻ āϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰāϞাāĻŽ।
Snick!
āϏ্āύিāĻ! (āĻ্āϝাāĻŽেāϰাāϰ āĻļাāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ)
The photographer had pulled a string. The photograph taken.
āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻāĻāĻি āĻĻā§ি āĻেāύে āĻĻিā§েāĻিāϞেāύ। āĻāĻŦি āϤোāϞা āĻšā§ে āĻেāĻে।
I could see the machine still staggering from the shock.
āĻāĻŽি āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĒাāĻ্āĻিāϞাāĻŽ āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻা āϤāĻāύāĻ āϏেāĻ āϧāĻāϞ āϏাāĻŽāϞাāϤে āĻাঁāĻĒāĻে।
“I think,” said the photographer, pursing his lips in a pleased smile, “that I caught the features just in a moment of animation.”
"āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻšā§," āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āϤাāϰ āĻ োঁāĻ āĻুঁāĻāĻে āϏāύ্āϤুāώ্āĻ āĻšাāϏিāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āĻāĻŽি āĻŽুāĻāĻāĻ্āĻিāĻা āĻ িāĻ āĻāϤ্āϤেāĻāύাāϰ āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤেāĻ āϧāϰāϤে āĻĒেāϰেāĻি।"
“So!” I said bitingly— “features, eh? You didn’t think I could animate them, I suppose? But let me see the picture.”
"āϤাāĻ āύাāĻি!" āĻāĻŽি āĻাঁāĻাāϞো āϏুāϰে āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ— "āĻŽুāĻāĻāĻ্āĻি, āϤাāĻ āϤো? āĻāĻĒāύি āĻাāĻŦেāύāύি āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻুāϞো āύাā§াāϤে āĻĒাāϰি, āϤাāĻ āύা? āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻāĻŦিāĻা āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĻিāύ।"
“Oh, there’s nothing to see yet,” he said, “I have to develop the negative first. Come back on Saturday and I’ll let you see a proof of it.”
"āĻāĻš, āĻāĻāύ āĻĻেāĻাāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻিāĻুāĻ āύেāĻ," āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻāĻে āύেāĻেāĻিāĻāĻা āĻĄেāĻেāϞāĻĒ (āĻĒāϰিāϏ্āĻĢুāĻ) āĻāϰāϤে āĻšāĻŦে। āĻļāύিāĻŦাāϰ āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϏুāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āĻāĻাāϰ āĻāĻāĻা āĻĒ্āϰুāĻĢ (āύāĻŽুāύা) āĻĻেāĻাāĻŦ।"
On Saturday I went back.
āĻļāύিāĻŦাāϰ āĻāĻŽি āĻĢিāϰে āĻেāϞাāĻŽ।
The photographer beckoned me in. I thought he seemed quieter and graver than before.
āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻāĻļাāϰাā§ āĻেāϤāϰে āĻĄাāĻāϞেāύ। āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻšāϞো āϤাāĻে āĻāĻেāϰ āĻেā§ে āĻļাāύ্āϤ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽ্āĻীāϰ āĻĻেāĻাāĻ্āĻে।
I think, too, there was a certain pride in his manner.
āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻāϰāĻ āĻŽāύে āĻšāϞো, āϤাāϰ āĻāĻāϰāĻŖেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻāĻ āϧāϰāύেāϰ āĻāϰ্āĻŦ āĻিāϞ।
He unfolded the proof of a large photograph, and we both looked at it in silence.
āϤিāύি āĻāĻāĻি āĻŦā§ āĻāĻŦিāϰ āĻĒ্āϰুāĻĢ āĻুāϞāϞেāύ, āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻĻুāĻāύেāĻ āύীāϰāĻŦে āϏেāĻাāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻিā§ে āϰāĻāϞাāĻŽ।
“Is it me?” I asked.
"āĻāĻা āĻি āĻāĻŽি?" āĻāĻŽি āĻিāĻ্āĻেāϏ āĻāϰāϞাāĻŽ।
“Yes,” he said quietly, “it is you,” and we went on looking at it.
"āĻš্āϝাঁ," āϤিāύি āĻļাāύ্āϤāĻাāĻŦে āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āĻāĻা āĻāĻĒāύিāĻ," āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽāϰা āϏেāĻাāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻিā§েāĻ āϰāĻāϞাāĻŽ।
“The eyes,” I said hesitatingly, “don’t look very much like mine.”
"āĻোāĻāĻুāϞো," āĻāĻŽি āĻĻ্āĻŦিāϧা āĻāϰে āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āĻুāĻŦ āĻāĻāĻা āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻোāĻেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻĻেāĻাāĻ্āĻে āύা।"
“Oh, no,” he answered, “I’ve retouched them. They come out splendidly, don’t they?”
"āĻāĻš, āύা," āϤিāύি āĻāϤ্āϤāϰ āĻĻিāϞেāύ, "āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻুāϞো āϰিāĻাāĻ (āϏংāĻļোāϧāύ) āĻāϰেāĻি। āĻāĻুāϞো āĻāĻŽā§āĻাāϰ āĻĢুāĻে āĻāĻ েāĻে, āϤাāĻ āύা?"
“Fine,” I said, “but surely my eyebrows are not like that?”
"āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ," āĻāĻŽি āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āĻিāύ্āϤু āύিāĻļ্āĻā§āĻ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻ্āϰু-āĻোā§া āĻāĻŽāύ āύā§?"
“No,” said the photographer, with a momentary glance at my face, “the eyebrows are removed. We have a process now — the Delphide — for putting in new ones.”
"āύা," āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽুāĻেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻ্āώāĻŖিāĻেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϤাāĻিā§ে āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āĻ্āϰুāĻুāϞো āϏāϰিā§ে āĻĢেāϞা āĻšā§েāĻে। āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻāύ āĻāĻāĻা āĻĒ্āϰāĻ্āϰিā§া āĻāĻে — āĻĄেāϞāĻĢাāĻāĻĄ — āϝা āĻĻিā§ে āύāϤুāύ āĻ্āϰু āĻŦāϏাāύো āϝাā§।"
“You’ll notice here where we’ve applied it to carry the hair away from the brow. I don’t like the hair low on the skull.”
"āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāĻাāύে āϞāĻ্āώ্āϝ āĻāϰāĻŦেāύ āϝেāĻাāύে āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻāĻা āĻŦ্āϝāĻŦāĻšাāϰ āĻāϰেāĻি āĻুāϞāĻুāϞোāĻে āĻāĻĒাāϞ āĻĨেāĻে āϏāϰাāύোāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ। āĻāĻŽি āĻŽাāĻĨাāϰ āĻুāϞিāϰ āύিāĻে āĻুāϞ āĻĨাāĻা āĻĒāĻāύ্āĻĻ āĻāϰি āύা।"
“Oh, you don’t, don’t you?” I said.
"āĻāĻš, āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāϰেāύ āύা, āϤাāĻ āϤো?" āĻāĻŽি āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ।
“No,” he went on, “I don’t care for it. I like to get the hair clear back to the superficies and make out a new brow line.”
"āύা," āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞে āĻāϞāϞেāύ, "āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻা āĻĒāĻāύ্āĻĻ āĻāϰি āύা। āĻāĻŽি āĻুāϞāĻুāϞোāĻে āĻāĻেāĻŦাāϰে āĻāĻĒāϰিāĻাāĻ āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āϏāϰিā§ে āĻĻিā§ে āύāϤুāύ āĻāĻĒাāϞেāϰ āϰেāĻা āϤৈāϰি āĻāϰāϤে āĻĒāĻāύ্āĻĻ āĻāϰি।"
“What about the mouth?” I said with a bitterness that was lost on the photographer; “is that mine?”
"āĻŽুāĻেāϰ āĻী āĻšāϞো?" āĻāĻŽি āϤিāĻ্āϤāϤাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ āϝা āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰীāϰ āύāĻāϰ āĻā§াāϞো; "āĻāĻা āĻি āĻāĻŽাāϰ?"
“It’s adjusted a little,” he said, “yours is too low. I found I couldn’t use it.”
"āĻāĻা āĻāĻāĻু āĻ িāĻ āĻāϰা āĻšā§েāĻে," āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āĻāĻĒāύাāϰāĻা āĻুāĻŦ āύিāĻে āĻিāϞ। āĻāĻŽি āĻĻেāĻāϞাāĻŽ āĻāĻা āĻāĻŽি āĻŦ্āϝāĻŦāĻšাāϰ āĻāϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻি āύা।"
“The ears, though,” I said, “strike me as a good likeness; they’re just like mine. Is it me?”
"āϤāĻŦে āĻাāύāĻুāϞো," āĻāĻŽি āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻšāĻ্āĻে āĻŦেāĻļ āĻŽিāϞ āĻāĻে; āĻāĻুāϞো āĻ িāĻ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāϤোāĻ। āĻāĻা āĻি āĻāĻŽি?"
“Yes,” said the photographer thoughtfully, “that’s so; but I can fix that all right in the print. We have a process now — the Sulphide — for removing the ears entirely.”
"āĻš্āϝাঁ," āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰী āĻিāύ্āϤিāϤāĻাāĻŦে āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āϤা āĻ িāĻ; āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽি āĻĒ্āϰিāύ্āĻে āĻāĻা āĻ িāĻ āĻāϰে āĻĻিāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻŦ। āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻāύ āĻāĻāĻা āĻĒ্āϰāĻ্āϰিā§া āĻāĻে — āϏাāϞāĻĢাāĻāĻĄ — āϝা āĻĻিā§ে āĻাāύāĻুāϞো āĻĒুāϰোāĻĒুāϰি āϏāϰিā§ে āĻĢেāϞা āϝাā§।"
“Listen!” I interrupted, drawing myself up and animating my features to their full extent and speaking with a withering scorn that should have blasted the man on the spot.
"āĻļুāύুāύ!" āĻāĻŽি āĻŦাāϧা āĻĻিā§ে āϏোāĻা āĻšā§ে āĻĻাঁā§াāϞাāĻŽ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽুāĻāĻāĻ্āĻি āϝāĻĨাāϏāĻŽ্āĻāĻŦ āĻীāĻŦāύ্āϤ āĻāϰে āĻāĻŽāύ āϤীāĻŦ্āϰ āĻৃāĻŖাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ āϝা āϞোāĻāĻাāĻে āϏেāĻাāύেāĻ āĻāϏ্āĻŽ āĻāϰে āĻĻেāĻā§াāϰ āĻāĻĨা।
“Listen! I came here for a photograph — a picture — something which (mad though it seems) would have looked like me.”
"āĻļুāύুāύ! āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻাāύে āĻāϏেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ āĻāĻāĻা āĻāϞোāĻāĻিāϤ্āϰেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ — āĻāĻāĻা āĻāĻŦি — āĻāĻŽāύ āĻিāĻু āϝা (āĻĒাāĻāϞ āĻŽāύে āĻšāϞেāĻ) āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻšāĻŦে।"
“I wanted something that would depict my face as Heaven gave it to me, humble though the gift may have been.”
"āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻŽāύ āĻিāĻু āĻেā§েāĻিāϞাāĻŽ āϝা āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽুāĻāĻাāĻে āϤেāĻŽāύāĻাāĻŦেāĻ āĻĻেāĻাāĻŦে āϝেāĻŽāύāĻা āĻāĻļ্āĻŦāϰ āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻĻিā§েāĻেāύ, āϤা āϏে āĻāĻĒāĻšাāϰ āϝāϤ āύāĻāĻŖ্āϝāĻ āĻšোāĻ āύা āĻেāύ।"
“I wanted something that my friends might keep after my death, to reconcile them to my loss. It seems that I was mistaken.”
"āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻŽāύ āĻিāĻু āĻেā§েāĻিāϞাāĻŽ āϝা āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŦāύ্āϧুāϰা āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāϰ āĻĒāϰ āϰাāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻŦে, āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻ
āĻাāĻŦ āĻŽেāύে āύেāĻā§াāϰ āϏাāύ্āϤ্āĻŦāύা āĻšিāϏেāĻŦে। āĻŽāύে āĻšāĻ্āĻে āĻāĻŽি āĻুāϞ āĻāϰেāĻি।"
“What I wanted is no longer done. Go on, then, with your brutal work.”
"āĻāĻŽি āϝা āĻেā§েāĻিāϞাāĻŽ āϤা āĻāĻāύ āĻāϰ āĻāϰা āĻšā§ āύা। āϤাāĻšāϞে āĻাāϞিā§ে āϝাāύ āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻāĻ āĻĒাāĻļāĻŦিāĻ āĻাāĻ।"
“Take your negative, or whatever it is you call it, — dip it in sulphide, bromide, oxide, cowhide, — anything you like...”
"āύিāύ āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āύেāĻেāĻিāĻ, āĻŦা āĻāĻĒāύাāϰা āĻāĻাāĻে āϝা-āĻ āĻŦāϞুāύ āύা āĻেāύ, — āĻāĻাāĻে āĻĄোāĻŦাāύ āϏাāϞāĻĢাāĻāĻĄে, āĻŦ্āϰোāĻŽাāĻāĻĄে, āĻ
āĻ্āϏাāĻāĻĄে, āĻāĻāĻšাāĻāĻĄে (āĻāϰুāϰ āĻাāĻŽā§া), — āϝা āĻুāĻļি āϤাāϤে..."
“...remove the eyes, correct the mouth, adjust the face, restore the lips, reanimate the necktie and reconstruct the waistcoat.”
"...āĻোāĻāĻুāϞো āϤুāϞে āĻĢেāϞুāύ, āĻŽুāĻ āĻ িāĻ āĻāϰুāύ, āĻেāĻšাāϰা āϏাāĻŽāĻ্āĻāϏ্āϝ āĻāϰুāύ, āĻ োঁāĻ āĻĒুāύāϰ্āϏ্āĻĨাāĻĒāύ āĻāϰুāύ, āĻাāĻ-āĻা āĻীāĻŦāύ্āϤ āĻāϰুāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻোāĻāĻা āύāϤুāύ āĻāϰে āĻŦাāύাāύ।"
“Coat it with an inch of gloss, shade it, emboss it, gild it, till even you acknowledge that it is finished.”
"āĻāĻাāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻāĻ āĻāĻ্āĻি āĻĒুāϰু āĻĒাāϞিāĻļ āϞাāĻাāύ, āĻļেāĻĄ āĻĻিāύ, āĻোāĻĻাāĻ āĻāϰুāύ, āϏোāύাāϞি āϰāĻ āĻāϰুāύ, āϝāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āύা āĻāĻĒāύি āύিāĻে āϏ্āĻŦীāĻাāϰ āĻāϰেāύ āϝে āĻāĻা āĻļেāώ āĻšā§েāĻে।"
“Then when you have done all that — keep it for yourself and your friends. They may value it. To me it is but a worthless bauble.”
"āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāϏāĻŦ āĻিāĻু āĻāϰে āĻĢেāϞāĻŦেāύ — āĻāĻা āύিāĻেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻŦāύ্āϧুāĻĻেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϰেāĻে āĻĻেāĻŦেāύ। āϤাāϰা āĻšā§āϤো āĻāĻাāϰ āĻāĻĻāϰ āĻāϰāĻŦে। āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāĻা āĻāĻāĻা āĻŽূāϞ্āϝāĻšীāύ āĻেāϞāύা āĻাā§া āĻāϰ āĻিāĻুāĻ āύā§।"
I broke into tears and left.
āĻāĻŽি āĻাāύ্āύাā§ āĻেāĻে āĻĒā§āϞাāĻŽ āĻāĻŦং āĻāϞে āĻāϏāϞাāĻŽ।
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