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Часть текста: 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 understand him. Jealous anguish perturbs her, 8 as if a cold hand pressed her heart; as if beneath her an abyss yawned black and dinned.... “I shall perish,” says Tanya, 12 “but perishing from him is sweet. I murmur not: why murmur? He cannot give me happiness.” IV Forward, forward, my story! A new persona claims us. Five versts from Krasnogórie, 4 Lenski's estate, there lives and thrives up to the present time in philosophical reclusion Zarétski, formerly a...

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Часть текста: wings; the aged Derzhavin noticed us — and blessed us 4 as he descended to the grave. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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 ...

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Часть текста: of amused distaste; and it seemed to me now that she was ready to turn away from it with something akin to plain repulsion. Never did she vibrate under my touch, and a strident “what d’you think you are doing?” was all I got for my pains. To the wonderland I had to offer, my fool preferred the corniest movies, the most cloying fudge. To think that between a Hamburger and a Humburger, she wouldinvariably, with icy precisionplump for the former. There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child. Did I mention the name of that milk bar I visited a moment ago? It was, of all things, The Frigid Queen. Smiling a little sadly, I dubbed her My Frigid Princess. She did not see the wistful joke. Oh, d not scowl at me, reader, I do not intend to convey the impressin that I did not manage to be happy. Readeer must understand that in the possession and thralldom of a nymphet the enchanted traveler stands, as it were, beyond happiness. For there is no other bliss on earth...

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Часть текста: dwelt upon nowadays even by the worst reviewers of our best prose. I say "our" and I say "prose" because I am thinking of American works of fiction, including my own stuff. It would seem that this reticence is somehow linked up with a sense of decorum. Conformists suspect that to speak of "inspiration" is as tasteless and old-fashioned as to stand up for the Ivory Tower. Yet inspiration exists as do towers and tusks. One can distinguish several types of inspiration, which intergrade, as all things do in this fluid and interesting world of ours, while yielding gracefully to a semblance of classification. A prefatory glow, not unlike some benign variety of the aura before an epileptic attack, is something the artist learns to perceive very early in life. This feeling of tickly well-being branches through him like the red and the blue in the picture of a skinned man under Circulation. As it spreads, it banishes all awareness of physical discomfort-- youth's toothache as well as the neuralgia of old age. The beauty of it is that, while completely intelligible (as if it...

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Часть текста: the devil’s inventiveness, the scheme remained daily the same. First he would tempt meand then thwart me, leaving me with a dull pain in the very root of my being. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and how to do it, without impinging on a child’s chastity; after all, I had had some experience in my life of pederosis; had visually possessed dappled nymphets in parks; had wedged my wary and bestial way into the hottest, most crowded corner of a city bus full of straphanging school children. But for almost three weeks I had been interrupted in all my pathetic machinations. The agent of these interruptions was usually the Haze woman (who, as the reader will mark, was more afraid of Lo’s deriving some pleasure from me than of my enjoying Lo). The passion I had developed for that nymphetfor the first nymphet in my life that could be reached at last by my awkward, aching, timid clawswould have certainly landed me again in a sanatorium, had not the devil realized that I was...

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Часть текста: form, many of his principal guidelines for writing, reading, and performing plays. The reader is urged to bear in mind, however, that, later in life, Father might have expressed certain thoughts differently. The lectures were partly in typescript and partly in manuscript, replete with Nabokov's corrections, additions, deletions, occasional slips of the pen, and references to previous and subsequent installments of the course. I have limited myself to what editing seemed necessary for the presentation of the lectures in essay form. If Nabokov had been alive, he might perhaps have performed more radical surgery. He might also have added that the gruesome throes of realistic suicide he finds unacceptable onstage (in "The Tragedy of Tragedy") are now everyday fare on kiddies' TV, while "adult" entertainment has long since outdone all the goriness of the Grand Guignol. He might have observed that the aberrations of theatrical method wherein the illusion of a barrier between stage and audience is shattered - a phenomenon he considered "freakish" - are now commonplace: actors wander and mix; the audience is invited to participate; it is then applauded by the players in a curious reversal...

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Часть текста: счастье или горе ни пело в прежние года, метафор, даже аллегорий я не чуждался никогда. Набоков В. В. Семь стихотворений. Критическое осмысление произведений В. Набокова продолжается уже почти 70 лет, а белых пятен на карте его «терры» не стало меньше. Можно даже сказать, что число их значительно увеличилось. Отчасти оттого, что слишком торопливые первопроходцы только напустили тумана, не сумев совладать с непривычными законами этого нового, неведомого им мира. Отчасти потому, что начали приоткрываться подлинные масштабы, скрадывающие, кажущиеся ещё недавно столь доступными, горизонты этой неведомой земли. Поговорим в этой работе о романе «Защита Лужина». Взгляд на набоковское творчество как на поверхностную игру стилистически изящными, но бессодержательными и бесполезными образами остался в прошлом. В последнее время все больше уделяется внимание философскому, «метафизическому» осмыслению его произведений. Однако и здесь исследователей подстерегают специфически набоковские «ловушки». Набоковский текст – уникальное, небывалое еще в истории литературы явление, предъявляющее совершенно новые требования к читателю. Одно из которых – внимательнейшее многократное (10-15-20 и более раз) пере-прочтение его книги. Попытки уклониться от этого требования, выявить смысловой подтекст книги без достаточно внимательного отношения к самому набоковскому тексту, к каждой его детали и к их образным, аллегорическим и смысловым взаимосвязям, приводят зачастую лишь к субъективно пристрастной его интерпретации, имеющей подчас весьма отдаленное отношение к самому набоковскому произведению. Исследователи давно признали, что произведения В. Набокова, подобно шахматной задаче содержат в себе определенную композиционную загадку. На наличие этой загадки, этого скрытого композиционного узора автор однозначно и многократно намекает и в своих произведениях и в...

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Часть текста: куда более звучное завывание) была написана в 1932 г. в Берлине. Она печаталась с продолжением в 1934 г. в эмигрантском журнале «Современные записки» в Париже, а затем вышла в берлинском эмигрантском издательстве «Петрополис» в 1936 г. Как было и со всеми прочими моими книгами, «Отчаяние» (несмотря на домыслы Германа) {54} запрещено в исходном полицейском государстве. В конце 1936 г., все еще живя в Берлине, — где уже начала громко вещать другая мерзость, — я перевел «Отчаяние» для одного лондонского издательства. Хотя с самого начала моей литературной жизни я понемногу кропал по-английски, так сказать, на полях моего русского письма, это было первой серьезной попыткой (не считая злополучных стихов в журнале Кембриджского университета около 1920 г.) {55} использовать английский язык в целях, приблизительно говоря, художественных. Плод этих усилий показался мне стилистически корявым, и я обратился к довольно сварливому англичанину, нанятому через берлинское агентство, с просьбой прочитать его. Он нашел в первой главе несколько языковых огрехов, но продолжать работу отказался, заявив, что вообще осуждает эту книгу; боюсь, он заподозрил, что это подлинное признание. В 1937 г. Джон Лонг Лимитед в Лондоне выпустил «Despair» книжкой удобного...

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Часть текста: brosser ses ongles peut bien passer quelques instans à remplir de blanc les creux de sa peau.” (Les Confessions de Jean-Jacques Rousseau.) Grimm was ahead of his age: nowadays people all over enlightened Europe clean their nails with a special brush. >> 7. The whole of this ironical stanza is nothing but a subtle compliment to our fair compatriots. Thus Boileau, under the guise of disapprobation, eulogizes Louis XIV. Our ladies combine enlightenment with amiability, and strict purity of morals with the Oriental charm that so captivated Mme de Staël ( Dix ans d'exil). >> 8. Readers remember the charming description of a Petersburg night in Gnedich's idyl: Here's night; but the golden stripes of the clouds do not darken. Though starless and moonless, the whole horizon lights up. Far out in the [Baltic] gulf one can see the silvery sails 4 Of hardly discernible ships that seem in the blue sky to float. With a gloomless radiance the night sky is radiant, And the crimson of sunset blends with the Orient's gold, As if Aurora led forth in the wake of evening 8 Her rosy morn. This is the aureate season When the power of night is usurped by the summer days; When the foreigner's gaze is bewitched by the Northern sky Where shade and ambrosial light form a magical union 12 Which never adorns the sky of the South: A limpidity similar to the charms of a Northern maiden Whose light-blue eyes and rose-colored cheeks Are but slightly shaded by auburn curls undulating. 16 Now above the Neva and sumptuous Petropolis You see eves without gloom and brief nights without shadow. Now as soon as Philomel ends her midnight songs She starts the songs that welcome the rise of the day. 20 But 'tis late; a coolness wafts on the Nevan ...

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Часть текста: Mstislav who slew Rededya before the Kasog troops, and to fair Roman son of Svyatoslav. To be sure, brothers, Boyan did not [really] set ten falcons upon a flock of swans: his own vatic fingers he laid on the live strings, which then twanged out by themselves a paean to princes. So let us begin, brothers, this tale- from Vladimir of yore to nowadays Igor. who girded his mind with fortitude, and sharpened his heart with manliness; [thus] imbued with the spirit of arms, he led his brave troops against the Kuman land in the name of the Russian land. Boyan apostrophized O Boyan, nigh tingale of the times of old! If you were to trill [your praise of] these troops, while hopping, nightingale, over the tre e of thought; [if you were] flying in mind up to the clouds; [if] weaving paeans around these times, [you were] roving the Troyan Trail, across fields onto hills; then the song to be sung of Igor, that grandson of Oleg [, would be]: "No storm has swept falcons across ...

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