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Часть текста: невещественные средние точки дуг, из которых выстроена вся композиция.{1} 1 Четвертый английский роман Набокова отличается от прочих и устройством своим, и родом. Очень многие, чтобы не сказать все, начиная от обезкураженного издателя, отказавшегося печатать "Пнина" (который появлялся на свет отдельными главами, с пропусками в журнале{2}, – чего не бывало с другими английскими романами Набокова), полагали, что книга эта представляет собою собрание более или менее самостоятельных этюдов, рассказов, нанизанных вроде бусин на одну повествовательную нить, но не образующих целого "романа" в том (очень, вообще говоря, рыхлом) смысле, в каком это слово обыкновенно понимают. Можно допустить, что первоначальный замысел и предполагал нечто в этом роде: первое упоминание о нем находим в письме к Эдмунду Вильсону в июне 1953 года, где Набоков пишет, что начал сочинять "несколько рассказов об одном моем создании, некоем профессоре Пнине"{3}. Скоро, однако, его виды переменились, и он стал...
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Часть текста: the streamer were not one last, particularly colorful piece of silk, but a live worm, a rotting plum, or some other equally strange bit of inexplicable detritus. Thank you, Madam, you may return to your seat. That Nabokov did not die of natural causes is only now beginning to be publicly acknowledged. His "mysterious" death, variously attributed to a fall, a viral infection, pneumonia, or mundane cardiac arrest, is now known to have been caused, or at least hastened along, by a special, nearly untraceable poison whose unpronounceable name I will not reveal here for fear that some unbalanced individual bearing a grudge against a family member, former love, noisy neighbor, or Department Head 1 might seek it out. The substance is readily available. It is odorless, flavorless, and difficult to detect unless a thorough autopsy is performed by an experienced medical examiner soon after the victim's death. Nabokov, who had been in and out of hospitals for the two years preceding his passing, was known to be in ill health. No foul play was suspected and so no autopsy was performed. The body, I learned too late to spare me the fruitless nocturnal foray recounted in my Chapter One,...
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Часть текста: Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin Chapter six CHAPTER SIX Là, sotto i giorni nubilosi e brevi, Nasce una gente a cui '1 morir non dole. Petr. I On noticing that Vladimir had vanished, Onegin, by ennui pursued again, by Olga's side sank into meditation, 4 pleased with his vengeance. After him Ólinka yawned too, sought Lenski with her eyes, and the endless cotillion 8 irked her like an oppressive dream. But it has ended. They go in to supper. The beds are made. Guests are assigned night lodgings — from the entrance hall 12 even to the maids' quarters. Restful sleep by all is needed. My Onegin alone has driven home to sleep. II All has grown quiet. In the drawing room the heavy Pustyakov snores with his heavy better half. 4 Gvozdin, Buyanov, Petushkov, and Flyanov (who is not quite well) have bedded in the dining room on chairs, with, on the floor, Monsieur Triquet 8 in underwaistcoat and old nightcap. All the young ladies, in Tatiana's and Olga's rooms, are wrapped in sleep. Alone, sadly by Dian's beam 12 illumined at the window, poor Tatiana is not asleep and gazes out on the dark field. III With his unlooked-for apparition, the momentary softness of his eyes, and odd conduct with Olga, 4 to the depth of her soul she's penetrated. She is quite unable to...
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Часть текста: our first tripour first circle of paradisewhen in order to enjoy my phantasms in peace I firmly decided to ignore what I could not help perceiving, the fact that I was to her not a boy friend, not a glamour man, not a pal, not even a person at all, but just two eyes and a foot of engorged brawnto mention only mentionable matters. There was the day when having withdrawn the functional promise I had made her on the eve (whatever she had set her funny little heart ona roller rink with some special plastic floor or a movie matinee to which she wanted to go alone), I happened to glimpse from the bathroom, through a chance combination of mirror aslant and door ajar, a look on her face… that look I cannot exactly describe… an expression of helplessness so perfect that it seemed to grade into one of rather comfortable inanity just because this was the very limit of injustice and frustrationand every limit presupposes something beyond ithence the neutral illumination. And when you bear in mind that these were the raised eyebrows and parted lips of a child, you may better appreciate what depths of calculated carnality, what reflected despair, restrained me from falling at her dear feet and dissolving in human tears, and sacrificing my jealousy to whatever pleasure Lolita might hope to derive from mixing with dirty and dangerous children in an outside world that was real to her. And I have still ...
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