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Часть текста: graduate students would be taught vodka-drinking rites and other stale Russianisms; and after such feasts, upon meeting gruff Pnin, Serafima and Oleg (she raising her eyes to heaven, he covering his with one hand) would murmur in awed self-gratitude: „Gospodi, skol'ko mï im dayom! (My, what a lot we give them!)“ — „them“ being the benighted American people. Only another Russian could understand the reactionary and Sovietophile blend presented by the pseudo-colorful Komarovs, for whom an ideal Russia consisted of the Red Army, an anointed monarch, collective farms, anthroposophy, the Russian Church and the Hydro-Electric Dam». [1] Представляется, что под именами Олег и Серафима Комаровы автор вывел своих компатриотов — писателя Алексея Михайловича Ремизова (1877–1957) и его жену Серафиму Павловну, née Довгелло (1876–1943). Помимо очевидного подобия личных имен у мужчин [2] и совпадения у женщин, обращает на себя внимание полное портретное сходство...
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Часть текста: if that's not too grand a word, from the university, whom I did not immediately recognize despite the rectangle of cardstock he held chest-high with my adopted moniker carefully lettered on it. He was so young I looked right past him, toward an elderly gentleman in a dark uniform who corresponded to the mental image of natty chauffeur I had formed during the crossing. When I accosted him with a question and a questioning expression, he shook his head and stared past me, as if I weren't there. I gathered from his stony rebuff that I was only one in a series of persons to have mistaken him for their driver. Looking around, I spotted the person I had previously missed, and marveled at my having missed not only my new name, prominently displayed, but at my having failed to notice and acknowledge such an attractive youth. The blond lock covering his forehead almost obscured his electric blue eyes. He wore a very long, very shaggy overcoat of sorts, unbuttoned, and a crisp light blue oxford shirt, the tails of which were tucked into incongruously soiled dungarees. Grease from the machine shop? Dirt from a good-natured game of Fuss in the yard? I introduced myself by pointing mutely at the sign, then at my own breast. "Doctor Kinbot?" he asked, uncertain. I smiled. " Kinbote ," good sir, "the o is long, like das Boot in German, or, or the French ?ter ." He apologized as I clasped his hand, which was warm and wet (from holding the sign? from nervousness over the prospect of meeting an arriving dignitary?), and pumped it several times ? l'am?ricaine, as my English tutor, publicly contemptuous but secretly envious of everything American, had shown me four decades ago. In the car, a plumpish but sleek gray thing with lots of chrome and lots of room in the boot for my luggage, young Jack Wilson chatted affably, and now less nervously, about the college and about the town, which was situated at the southern tip of one of the...
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Часть текста: In New York I eagerly accepted the soft job fate offered me: it consisted mainly of thinking up and editing perfume ads. I welcomed its desultory character and pseudoliterary aspects, attending to it whenever I had nothing better to do. On the other hand, I was urged by a war-time university in New York to complete my comparative history of French literature for English-speaking students. The first volume took me a couple of years during which I put in seldom less than fifteen hours of work daily. As I look back on those days, I see them divided tidily into ample light and narrow shade: the light pertaining to the solace of research in palatial libraries, the shade to my excruciating desires and insomnias of which enough has been said. Knowing me by now, the reader can easily imagine how dusty and hot I got, trying to catch a glimpse of nymphets (alas, always remote) playing in Central Park, and how repulsed I was by the glitter of deodorized career girls that a gay dog in one of the offices kept unloading upon me. Let us skip all that. A dreadful breakdown sent me to a sanatorium for more than a year; I went back to my workonly to be hospitalized again. Robust outdoor life seemed to promise me some relief. One of my favorite doctors, a charming cynical chap with a little brown beard, had a brother, and this brother was about to lead an expedition into arctic Canada. I was attached to it as a...
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Часть текста: банфширским басом — с отзвуком пронзительной цыганщины, клокочущей в словах Григорьева и музыке Глинки, странным образом разбередили душу. Была там и Флора, хрупкая, едва ли достигшая брачного возраста, полуодетая мюзикхольная девочка неясного происхождения (румынка? римлянка? рамзейка?), чьими восхитительными услугами Ван позволял себе воспользоваться неоднократно за последнюю осень. Как «светский человек» Ван взирал с вежливым (быть может, даже чересчур) безразличием на ее чарующие прелести, хотя втайне они, несомненно, внесли свою яркую лепту во всколыхнувшееся в нем эротическое возбуждение, когда обе его красавицы, сбросив свои меха, явились пред ним в многоцветье праздничного великолепия; и Ванов трепет даже несколько обострялся осознанием тайной (ощутимой в полуоборота, краешком глаза), ревнивой, интуитивной подозрительности, с какой Ада и Люсетт без улыбки следили, как воспримет он внешне безобидный взгляд, таивший узнавание клиента и роняемый не раз скользившей мимо блядушкой (cute whorelet),...
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