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Часть текста: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III And I, setting myself for law only the arbitrary will of passions, sharing emotions with the crowd, 4 I led my frisky Muse into the hubbub of feasts and turbulent discussions — the terror of midnight patrols; and to them, in mad feasts, 8 she brought her gifts, and like a little bacchante frisked, over the bowl sang for the guests; and the young people of past days 12 would turbulently dangle after her; and I was proud 'mong friends of my volatile mistress. IV But I dropped out of...

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

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Часть текста: Horace O Rus'! I The country place where Eugene moped was a charming nook; a friend of innocent delights 4 might have blessed heaven there. The manor house, secluded, screened from the winds by a hill, stood above a river; in the distance, 8 before it, freaked and flowered, lay meadows and golden grainfields; one could glimpse hamlets here and there; herds roamed the meadows; 12 and its dense coverts spread a huge neglected garden, the retreat 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 All this today is obsolete, I really don't know why; and anyway it was a matter 12 of very little moment to my friend, since he yawned equally amidst...

3. Lolita. Part Two. Chapters 32 - 36

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Часть текста: 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 There was the day when having withdrawn the functional promise I had made her on the eve (whatever she had set her funny little heart ona roller rink with some special plastic floor or a movie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 ...

4. Lolita. Part Two. Chapters 9 - 16

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Часть текста: Dolly played singles at least twice a week: I suspect Linda was a true nymphet, but for some unknown reason she did not comewas perhaps not allowed to cometo our house; so I recall her only as a flash of natural sunshine on an indoor court. Of the rest, none had any claims to nymphetry except Eva Rosen. Avis ws a plump lateral child with hairy legs, while Mona, though handsome in a coarse sensual way and only a year older than my aging mistress, had obviously long ceased to be a nymphet, if she ever had been one. Eva Rosen, a displaced little person from France, was on the other hand a good example of a not strikingly beautiful child revealing to the perspicacious amateur some of the basic elements of nymphet charm, such as a perfect pubescent figure and lingering eyes and high cheekbones. Her glossy copper hair had Lolita’s silkiness, and the features of her delicate milky-white face with pink lips and silverfish eyelashes were less foxy than those of her likesthe great clan of intra-racial redheads; nor did she sport their green uniform but wore, as I remember her, a lot of black or cherry darka very smart black pullover, for instance, and high-heeled black shoes, and garnet-red fingernail polish. I spoke French to her (much to Lo’s disgust). The child’s tonalities were still admirably pure, but for school words and play words she resorted to current American and then a slight Brooklyn accent would crop up in her speech, which was amusing in a little Parisian who went to a select New England school with phoney British aspirations. Unfortunately, despite “that French kid’s uncle” being “a millionaire,” Lo dropped Eva for some reason before I had had time to enjoy in my modest way her fragrant presence in the Humbert open house. The reader knows what importance I attached to...

5. Lolita. Part One. Chapters 1 - 8

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Часть текста: prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, 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 married and then neglected, served in my immediate family as a kind of unpaid governess and housekeeper. Somebody told me later that she had been in love with my father, and that he had lightheartedly taken advantage of it one rainy day and ...

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

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Часть текста: 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) loved, in all its cold beauty, 4 a Russian winter: rime in the sun upon a frosty day, and sleighs, and, at late dawn, the radiance of the rosy snows, 8 and gloam of Twelfthtide eves. Those evenings in the ancient fashion were celebrated in their house: the servant girls from the whole stead 12 told their young ladies' fortunes and every year made prophecies to them of military...

7. Вне Лолиты: Вновь открывая Набокова. (Проект CNN, 1999 г.). The Man

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Часть текста: The Man April 9, 1999 Web posted at: 5: 36 p. m. EDT (2136 GMT) Nabokov in Menton, 1937-38 (CNN) - Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov is known as one of the century's great writers, particularly as the author of "Lolita." But he had many more dimensions, and in the end of his life he became the Eccentric Writer, one who avoided publicity at all costs (even declining election to the National Institute of Arts and Letters), preferring a quiet life engaging in creation and Lepidoptera. Born on, or about, April 23, 1899 in St. Petersburg, Russia, Nabokov's childhood was spent in storybook fashion. The oldest of five children , he grew up in a wealthy and aristocratic family, shuttling between the family's two homes (one in St. Petersburg , and the other - an estate - 50 miles south in the countryside). He enjoyed playing tennis and soccer, but spent hours at a time embroiled in his passion - chasing and collecting butterflies, a hobby he apparently learned from his father . At the time, Russia was under the rule of Tsar Nicholas II, and Nabokov's father, Vladimir Dmitrievich Nabokov , was a respected (and to authorities, controversial) liberal politician. In fact, the elder Nabokov was imprisoned for 90 days in 1908 for...

8. Чарльз Кинбот: Серебристый свет. Подлинная жизнь Владимира Набокова. Chapter Eight. Dying Is No Fun

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Часть текста: Dying Is No Fun In hindsight the Master's relatively eventful life reads like a novel written by an author so swept away by creative enthusiasm that he keeps forgetting to reread what he has already written but so attuned to a particular frequency of inspiration that revision and successive drafts are superfluous: the tale can be extruded in a single, extremely long, growing ever longer, parti-colored stream, like the endless rope of silk handkerchiefs a conjuror extracts with mock amazement from his black satin sleeve, or, for that matter, from the mouth of a compliant, if somewhat sheepish, volunteer. But Nabokov's death still comes as an unpleasant shock, an absurdly anomalous element at the end of the series, as if the final section of 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...

9. Роупер Р: Набоков в Америке. По дороге к «Лолите». Глава 13

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Часть текста: сбегает, придумав вместе с Куильти (повествователь называет его “зверем”) хитроумный план, Гумберта Гумберта охватывает паранойя - “мания преследования” 1 , по словам героя. Однако перед тем как сбываются самые дурные его предчувствия, мания чуть ослабевает: В конце концов, господа, становилось достаточно ясно, что все эти идентичные детективы в призматически-меняющихся автомобилях были порождением моей мании преследования, повторными видениями, основанными на совпадениях и случайном сходстве. Soyons logiques, кукарекала и петушилась галльская часть моего рассудка, прогоняя всякую мысль, что какой-нибудь очарованный Лолитой коммивояжер или гангстер из кинокомедии и его приспешники травят меня, надувают меня и разными другими уморительными способами пользуются моим странным положением перед законом 2 . Лолита и Гумберт Гумберт приезжают в Эльфинстон, городок в горах в одном из западных штатов. Предыдущие дни были сущим кошмаром. Гумберт, помимо прочих неприятностей, перенес сердечный приступ: он чувствовал, что это путешествие обернется крахом всех его надежд. Он вот-вот постигнет нечто важное для себя. Это осознание сопровождает провал его замысла удерживать нимфетку в рабстве, продолжать ее насиловать. Пожалуй, мало что в романе вызывает такое...

10. Федотов О.И.: Между Моцартом и Сальери (о поэтическом даре Набокова). 2.8. Строфика

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Часть текста: и Сальери (о поэтическом даре Набокова). 2.8. Строфика 2.8. Строфика Для того чтобы получить целостное представление о верификационной технике Набокова, нам остаётся проанализировать его строфику. Строфический репертуар поэта достаточно богат и разнообразен: всего варьируется 13 модификаций (значительно больше, чем у других поэтов, взятых нами для сравнения). Любопытно сопоставить его с аналогичными процентными показателями Сологуба, Волошина, Ходасевича и Цветаевой. Строфические формы Набоков Сологуб Волошин Ходасевич Цветаева Четверостишия 61,0 67,3 34,3 66,9 66,3 Астрофия и нетожд. 26,6 10,2 37,4 17,3 19,8 Сонеты 7,0 1,3 21,0 4,0 0,8 Восьмистишия 2,4 9,8 3,3 1,2 1,2 Двустишия 1,5 2,3 1,2 4,4 3,6 Семистишия 1,25 0,8 — 0,25 — Шестистишия 1,0 5,7 0,25 3,4 3,5 Трёхстишия 0,8 0,3 1,2 0,25 2,2 Пятистишия 0,6 1,8 0,5 1,7 2,1 Онегинская строфа 0,4 — 0,25 — — Девятистишия 0,25 — — 0,25 — Десятистишия 0,25 0,1 — — — Двенадцатистишия 0,25 0,4 — 0,5 — Набоковские показатели 142 очевидным образом тяготеют к усреднённым стандартам, что свидетельствует о сознательной ориентации поэта на классику. И теоретически, и практически он придерживался золотого античного правила, освященного непререкаемым для него авторитетом Пушкина, — «Ничего слишком!». Львиная доля набоковских произведений использует нейтральные четверостишия, астрофические построения и нетождественные строфы. Все остальные модификации распределяются довольно равномерно, если не считать заметного предпочтения, которое поэт оказывал всеобщему любимцу — сонету, но и здесь он не превышает, подобно Волошину, негласно установленных соотношений. Наибольший интерес при подобном распределении строфического репертуара представляют, конечно, не те формы, которые благодаря своему «многолюдству» утратили, может быть, и свойственную им изначально индивидуальность, а те, которые выделяются из «толпы» хотя бы своей уникальностью. Обращение к ним менее всего продиктовано безликой традицией, автоматизмом...

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