Portret Doriana Greya

— Kak pechal'no! — probormotal Dorian Grey, ne otryvaya glaz ot sobstvennogo portreta. — Kak pechal'no! Ya sostaryus', budu strashnym, urodlivym. A etot chelovek na portrete navechno ostanetsya molodym. Emu vsegda budet stol'ko zhe let, skol'ko mne v segodnyashniy iyun'skiy den'... Vot by sluchilos' vse naoborot! Vot esli by ya ostavalsya molodym, a portret by starilsya! Ya by... ya by vse za eto otdal! Da-da, otdal by chto ugodno! Dazhe svoyu dushu!