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Часть текста: How not to love one's native Moscow? Baratïnski “Reviling Moscow! This is what comes from seeing the world! Where is it better, then?” “Where we are not.” Griboedov I Chased by the vernal beams, down the surrounding hills the snows already have run in turbid streams 4 onto the inundated fields. With a serene smile, nature greets through her sleep the morning of the year. Bluing, the heavens shine. 8 The yet transparent woods as if with down are greening. The bee flies from her waxen cell after the tribute of the field. 12 The dales grow dry and varicolored. The herds are noisy, and the nightingale has sung already in the hush of nights. II How sad your apparition is to me, spring, spring, season of love! What a dark stir there is 4 in my soul, in my blood! With what oppressive tenderness I revel in the whiff of spring fanning my face 8 in the lap of the rural stillness! Or is enjoyment strange to me, and all that gladdens, animates, all that exults and gleams, 12 casts spleen and languishment upon a soul long dead and all looks dark to it? III Or gladdened not by the return of leaves that perished in the autumn, a bitter loss we recollect, 4 ...

2. Lolita. Part Two. Chapters 22 - 26

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Часть текста: an explanation of the “Birdsley” telephone call… But if I could dismiss Trapp, as I had dismissed my convulsions on the lawn at Champion, I could do nothing with the anguish of knowing Lolita to be so tantalizingly, so miserably unattainable and beloved on the very even of a new era, when my alembics told me she should stop being a nymphet, stop torturing me. An additional, abominable, and perfectly gratuitous worry was lovingly prepared for me in Elphinstone. Lo had been dull and silent during the last laptwo hundred mountainous miles uncontaminated by smoke-gray sleuths or zigzagging zanies. She hardly glanced at the famous, oddly shaped, splendidly flushed rock which jutted above the mountains and had been the take-off for nirvana on the part of a temperamental show girl. The town was newly built, or rebuilt, on the flat floor of a seven-thousand-foot-high valley; it would soon bore Lo, I hoped, and we would spin on to California, to the Mexican border, to mythical bays, saguaro desserts, fatamorganas. Jos Lizzarrabengoa, as you remember, planned to take his Carmen to the Etats Unis. I conjured up a Central American tennis competition in which Dolores Haze and various Californian schoolgirl champions would dazzlingly participate. Good-will tours on that smiling level eliminate the distinction between passport and sport. Why did I hope we would be happy abroad? A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely. Mrs. Hays, the brisk, briskly rouged, blue-eyed widow who ran the motor court, asked me if...

3. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter three

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Часть текста: “I do not hold you, but where do 4 you spend your evenings?” “At the Larins'.” “Now, that's a fine thing. Mercy, man — and you don't find it difficult thus every evening to kill time?” 8 “Not in the least.” “I cannot understand. From here I see what it is like: first — listen, am I right? — a simple Russian family, 12 a great solicitude for guests, jam, never-ending talk of rain, of flax, of cattle yard.” II “So far I do not see what's bad about it.” “Ah, but the boredom — that is bad, my friend.” “Your fashionable world I hate; 4 dearer to me is the domestic circle in which I can…” “Again an eclogue! Ah, that will do, old boy, for goodness' sake. Well, so you're off; I'm very sorry. 8 Oh, Lenski, listen — is there any way for me to see this Phyllis, subject of thoughts, and pen, ...

4. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter five

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Часть текста: beds, roofs, and fence; delicate patterns on the panes; the trees in winter silver, gay magpies outside, 12 and the hills softly overspread with winter's brilliant carpeting. All's bright, all's white around. II Winter! The peasant, celebrating, in a flat sledge inaugurates the track; his naggy, having sensed the snow, 4 shambles at something like a trot. Plowing up fluffy furrows, a bold kibitka flies: the driver sits upon his box 8 in sheepskin coat, red-sashed. Here runs about a household lad, upon a hand sled having seated “blackie,” having transformed himself into the steed; 12 the scamp already has frozen a finger. He finds it both painful and funny — while his mother, from the window, threatens him... III But, maybe, pictures of this kind will not attract you; all this is lowly nature; 4 there is not much refinement here. Warmed by the god of inspiration, another poet in luxurious language for us has painted the first snow 8 and all the shades of winter's delectations. 27 He'll captivate you, I am sure of it, when he depicts in flaming verses secret promenades in sleigh; 12 but I have no intention of contending either with him at present or with you, singer of the young Finnish Maid! 28 IV Tatiana (being Russian at heart, herself not knowing why) ...

5. Lolita. Part One. Chapters 1 - 8

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Часть текста: envied. Look at this tangle of thorns. 2 I was born in 1910, in Paris. My father was a gentle, easy-going person, a salad of racial genes: a Swiss citizen, of mixed French and Austrian descent, with a dash of the Danube in his veins. I am going to pass around in a minute some lovely, glossy-blue picture-postcards. He owned a luxurious hotel on the Riviera. His father and two grandfathers had sold wine, jewels and silk, respectively. At thirty he married an English girl, daughter of Jerome Dunn, the alpinist, and granddaughter of two Dorset parsons, experts in obscure subjectspaleopedology and Aeolian harps, respectively. My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or suddenly entered and traversed by the rambler, at the bottom of a hill, in the summer dusk; a furry warmth, golden midges. My mother’s elder sister, Sybil, whom a cousin of my father’s had...

6. Мейер Присцилла. "Бледный огонь" Владимира Набокова. Библиография

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Часть текста: огонь" Владимира Набокова Библиография Библиография Сочинения Набокова Набоков В. Бахман // Набоков В. Собр. соч. русского периода: В 5 т. СПб.: Симпозиум, 1999. Т. 1. С. 150–159. Набоков В. Бледное пламя // Набоков В. Собр. соч. американского периода: В 5 т. СПб.: Симпозиум, 1997. Т. 3. С. 290–548. — Пер. С. Ильина. Набоков В. Бледный огонь. Ann Arbor: Ardis, 1983. — Пер. В. Набоковой. Набоков В. Вершина // Набоков В. Стихотворения. СПб.: Академический проект, 2002. С. 221. Набоков В. Дар // Набоков В. Собр. соч. русского периода: В 5 т. СПб.: Симпозиум, 2000. Т. 4. С. 188–541. Набоков В. Другие берега // Набоков В. Собр. соч. русского периода: В 5 т. СПб.: Симпозиум, 2000. Т. 5. С. 140–335. Набоков В. Интервью Альфреду Аппелю, август 1970 // Набоков о Набокове и прочем: Интервью, рецензии, эссе. М.: Независимая Газета, 2002. С. 293–311. — Пер. А. Г. Николаевской. Набоков В. Интервью Альфреду Аппелю, сентябрь 1966 // Набоков о Набокове и прочем: Интервью, рецензии, эссе. М.: Независимая Газета, 2002. С. 177–209. — Пер. М. Мейлаха и М. Дадяна. Набоков В. Интервью...

7. Блюмбаум Аркадий: Антиисторицизм как эстетическая позиция (К проблеме: Набоков и Бергсон)

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Часть текста: У читателя возникает ощущение странного зазора между сложной прозой и почти тривиальными метавысказываниями писателя. На мой взгляд, этот зазор стал следствием того, что отнюдь не поскупившийся на эстетические декларации Набоков так, кажется, никогда и не проговорил, не эксплицировал основания своей весьма продуманной позиции, последовательно реализованной, воплощенной им в литературной практике. Скупо и лаконично упомянув об истоках своей эстетической точки зрения, Набоков не объяснил, чем он обязан авторам, тексты которых, несомненно, помогли Сирину ее сформулировать. В центре настоящей работы — попытка прояснить, проартикулировать основания мышления Набокова и указать на некоторые важные для понимания его творчества контексты, которые, на мой взгляд, демонстрируют всю небанальность эстетического выбора романиста. Излишним было бы добавлять, что на исчерпывающую полноту данная работа не претендует. 1 Опубликованный не так давно “берлинский” доклад Набокова “On Generalities”, датированный автором 1926 годом [Долинин 1999: 14], продемонстрировал со всей очевидностью остроту реакции молодого эмигрантского писателя Сирина на модные историцистские спекуляции 1920-х годов. Следует при этом отметить, что аргументация Набокова, направленная против шпенглеров больших и малых, содержит в себе некоторый парадокс. С одной стороны, писатель отказывается от “общих” определений, от глобальных и абстрактных дефиниций “нашей эпохи”, подавая характерные черты современного “упадка”, “нового варварства” в...

8. Комментарий к роману "Евгений Онегин". Глава восьмая. Эпиграф, пункты I - IV

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Часть текста: в лондонском «Соревнователе» («Champion») 14 апреля 1816 г. {170} I В те дни, когда в садах Лицея Я безмятежно расцветал, Читал охотно Апулея, 4 А Цицерона не читал, В те дни в таинственных долинах, Весной, при кликах лебединых, Близ вод, сиявших в тишине, 8 Являться муза стала мне. Моя студенческая келья Вдруг озарилась: муза в ней Открыла пир младых затей, 12 Воспела детские веселья, И славу нашей старины, И сердца трепетные сны. 1 В те дни… — Интересно отметить, что эта первая строфа (точно так же, как и последующие опущенные строфы; см. Ia, b и е), написанная в конце 1829 г., начинается тем же самым оборотом и содержит в себе ту же интонацию, что и стихотворение Пушкина «Демон» (1823), которое я анализирую в комментарии к гл. 8, XII, 7, где оно упоминается. 1 …в садах Лицея… — имеется в виду Александровский Лицей, Lycée de l'Empereur Alexandre I, основанный этим царем 12 августа 1810 г. в Царском Селе (ныне город Пушкин) в двадцати двух верстах от Санкт-Петербурга. В августе 1811 г. Пушкин сдал вступительные экзамены. Лицей открылся 19 октября 1811 г. с первым курсом в тридцать учащихся. Двадцать раз (1817–1836) годовщина этой даты будет благоговейно отмечаться Пушкиным как с друзьями, так и в одиночестве. По современным меркам Лицей представлял собой закрытое учебное заведение для юношей благородного происхождения, программа которого включала три года подготовительной школы и трехгодичный курс средней школы. У каждого из тридцати мальчиков была своя собственная комната. Применение каких бы то ни было телесных наказаний категорически запрещалось, что являлось несомненным прогрессом по сравнению с жестоким обращением, практиковавшимся в лучших школах Англии и континентальной Европы того времени. Именно в Лицее Пушкин начал сочинять стихи. Первым...

9. Lolita. Part Two. Chapters 27 - 31

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Часть текста: was horribly transformed into the dull hand of one of my few correspondentsI used to recollect, with anguished amusement, the times in my trustful, pre-dolorian past when I would be misled by a jewel-bright window opposite wherein my lurking eye, the ever alert periscope of my shameful vice, would make out from afar a half-naked nymphet stilled in the act of combing her Alice-in-Wonderland hair. There was in the fiery phantasm a perfection which made my wild delight also perfect, just because the vision was out of reach, with no possibility of attainment to spoil it by the awareness of an appended taboo; indeed, it may well be that the very attraction immaturity has for me lies not so much in the limpidity of pure young forbidden fairy child beauty as in the security of a situation where infinite perfections fill the gap between the little given and the great promisedthe great rosegray never-to-be-had. Mes fentres! Hanging above blotched sunset and welling night, grinding my teeth, I would crowd all the demons of my desire against the railing of a throbbing balcony: it would be ready to take off in the apricot and black humid evening; did take offwhereupon the lighted image would move and Even would revert to a rib, and there would be nothing in the window but an obese partly clad man reading the paper. Since I sometimes won the race between my fancy and nature’s reality, the deception was bearable. Unbearable pain began when chance entered the fray and deprived me of the smile meant for me. “ Savez-vous qu’ dix ans ma petite tait folle de voius?” said a woman I talked to at a tea in Paris, and the petite had just married, miles away, and I could not even remember if I had ever noticed her in that garden, next ...

10. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter two

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Часть текста: of pensive dryads. II The venerable castle was built as castles should be built: excellent strong and comfortable 4 in the taste of sensible ancientry. Tall chambers everywhere, hangings of damask in the drawing room, portraits of grandsires on the walls, 8 and stoves with varicolored tiles. All this today is obsolete, I really don't know why; and anyway it was a matter 12 of very little moment to my friend, since he yawned equally amidst modish and olden halls. III He settled in that chamber where the rural old-timer had for forty years or so squabbled with his housekeeper, 4 looked through the window, and squashed flies. It all was plain: a floor of oak, two cupboards, a table, a divan of down, and not an ink speck anywhere. Onegin 8 opened the cupboards; found in one a notebook of expenses and in the other a whole array of fruit liqueurs, pitchers of eau-de-pomme, 12 and the calendar for...

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