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1. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter five
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2. Эссе о драматургии ("Playwriting", на английском языке)
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3. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Fragments of Onegin's journey
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4. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter seven
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5. Комментарий к роману "Евгений Онегин". Глава шестая. Пункты XXXI - XLVI
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6. Чарльз Кинбот: Серебристый свет. Подлинная жизнь Владимира Набокова. Chapter Eight. Dying Is No Fun
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7. Розенгрант Дж.: Владимир Набоков и этика изображения. Двуязычная практика
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8. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter six
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9. Бренча на клавикордах
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10. Интервью Набокова на английском языке. Novel, 1970 г.
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11. Яновский А.: О романе Набокова "Машенька"
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12. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter eight
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13. Жаккар Жан-Филипп: От Набокова к Пушкину. Между "до" и "после" (Эротический элемент в поэме Пушкина "Руслан и Людмила")
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14. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter two
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15. Lolita. Part Two. Chapters 27 - 31
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16. Боги (перевод С. В. Сакуна)
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17. Букс Нора: Эшафот в хрустальном дворце. О русских романах Владимира Набокова. Глава VI. Роман-оборотень
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1. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter five
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Часть текста: 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)   loved, in all its cold beauty,   4  a Russian winter:   rime in the sun upon a frosty day,   and sleighs, and, ...
2. Эссе о драматургии ("Playwriting", на английском языке)
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Часть текста: of Soviet theatre, and an analysis of commentary on drama by several American critics. The two lectures presented here have been selected to accompany Nabokov's plays because they embody, in concentrated 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 ...
3. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Fragments of Onegin's journey
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Часть текста: the ninth billow is brought out.   Praise be to you, O nine Camenae, etc. “P[avel] A[leksandrovich] Katenin (whom a fine poetic talent does not prevent from being also a subtle critic) observed to us that this exclusion, though perhaps advantageous to readers, is, however, detrimental to the plan of the entire work since, through this, the transition from Tatiana the provincial miss to Tatiana the grande dame becomes too unexpected and unexplained: an observation revealing the experienced artist. The author himself felt the justice of this but decided to leave out the chapter for reasons important to him but not to the public. Some fragments [XVI–XIX, l–10] have been published [Jan. 1, 1830, Lit. Gaz. ] ; we insert them here, subjoining to them several other stanzas.” E. [sic] Onegin drives from Moscow to Nizhni Novgorod: [IX]   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . before him   Makariev bustlingly bestirs itself,   4  with its abundance seethes.   Here the Hindu brought pearls,   the European, spurious wines,   the breeder from the steppes   8  drove...
4. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter seven
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Часть текста: 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  harking to the new murmur of the woods;   or with reanimated nature we   compare in troubled thought   the withering of our years,   8  for which there is no renovation?   Perhaps there comes into our thoughts,   midst a poetical reverie,   some other ancient spring, 12  which sets our heart aquiver   with the dream of a distant clime,   a marvelous night, a moon.... IV   Now is the time: good lazybones,   epicurean sages; you,   equanimous fortunates;   4  you, fledglings of the Lyóvshin 41 school;   you, country Priams;   and sentimental ladies, you;   spring calls you to the country,   8  season of warmth, of flowers, of labors,   of inspired rambles,   and of seductive nights.   Friends! to the fields, quick, quick; 12  in heavy loaden chariots;   with your own horses or with posters;   out of the towngates start to trek! V   And you, indulgent reader,   in your imported calash, leave   the indefatigable city   4  where in the winter you caroused;   let's go with my capricious Muse   to hear the murmur of a park   above a...
5. Комментарий к роману "Евгений Онегин". Глава шестая. Пункты XXXI - XLVI
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Часть текста: Изображает смерть, не муку. 4 Так медленно по скату гор, На солнце искрами блистая, Спадает глыба снеговая. Мгновенным холодом облит, 8 Онегин к юноше спешит, Глядит, зовет его… напрасно: Его уж нет. Младой певец Нашел безвременный конец! 12 Дохнула буря, цвет прекрасный Увял на утренней заре, Потух огонь на алтаре!.. 6 …глыба снеговая…  — «Глыба» предполагает массу большего объема, чем англ. lump («ком»), — нечто среднее между lump и mass («масса», «куча»). Когда у Пушкина в ЕО гл. 6, XXXI, 4–6 падение Ленского на роковой дуэли сравнивается с тем, как «медленно по скату гор, / На солнце искрами блистая, / Спадает глыба снеговая», мы вместе с русским автором представляем себе солнечный день русской зимы, но в то же время не можем не вспомнить, что когда в макферсоновском «Фингале», кн. III, Старно убивает Агандеку, она падает «словно снег, что свергается с утесов Ронана». Когда Лермонтов в «Герое нашего времени» (ч. II, «Княжна Мери») сравнивает гору Машук на Северном Кавказе (высота 3258 футов над уровнем моря) с мохнатой персидской шапкой или называет другие невысокие, поросшие лесом горы «кудрявыми», на память приходят многочисленные «косматые горы» из «Поэм Оссиана» (например, в начале поэмы «Дартула»). И когда Толстой начинает и заканчивает восхитительную повесть «Хаджи-Мурат» (1896–1898; 1901–1904) изысканным сравнением истерзанного, но не желающего гибнуть кустика репея со смертью чеченского предводителя, мы отмечаем слабое, но неоспоримое влияние повторяющейся у Оссиана фразы «они падали словно головки чертополоха» (см., например, «Суль-мала с Лумона»)....
6. Чарльз Кинбот: Серебристый свет. Подлинная жизнь Владимира Набокова. Chapter Eight. Dying Is No Fun
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Часть текста: Владимира Набокова Chapter Eight. Dying Is No Fun Chapter Eight 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 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 ...
7. Розенгрант Дж.: Владимир Набоков и этика изображения. Двуязычная практика
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Часть текста: и этика изображения. Двуязычная практика О body swayed to music, o brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance? W. B. Yeats. Among School Children Владимир Набоков однажды сказал, что «главное в биографии писателя — не рассказ о его приключениях, а история развития его стиля». [1] В случае самого Набокова у этой истории есть два варианта — русский и английский, и всякий, кто хочет рассказать эту историю, должен быть готов объяснить оба варианта, охарактеризовав не только их свойства по отдельности, но и их взаимосвязь. Конечно, из-за величины творческого наследия Набокова на обоих языках, множества произведений художественной и документальной прозы, поэтических произведений, а также автопереводов и переводов произведений других авторов, то есть всего, созданного Набоковым с 1923 года до его смерти в 1977 году, любое исследование его стиля натолкнется на лингвистические, текстологические и эстетические вопросы необычайной сложности. [2] Возможно, единственный выход в условиях ограниченного объема данной статьи — обобщающее сокращение; в данном случае замещение творчества...
8. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter six
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Часть текста: 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 brawler,   8  the hetman of a gaming gang,   chieftain of rakehells, pothouse tribune,   but now a kind and simple  ...
9. Бренча на клавикордах
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Часть текста: ямбов, точно так же рифмованных, чудовищно сложна, и упорство г-на Арндта вызывает у меня, ограничившего свои усилия скромным прозаическим и нерифмованным переводом «Евгения Онегина», восхищение, смешанное со злорадством. Отзывчивый читатель, особенно такой, который не сверяется с оригиналом, может найти в переложении г-на Арндта относительно большие фрагменты, звучащие усыпляюще гладко и с нарочитым чувством; но всякий менее снисходительный и более знающий читатель увидит, сколь, в сущности, ухабисты эти ровные места. Позвольте первым делом предложить вам мой буквальный перевод двух строф (Глава шестая, XXXVI–XXXVII) и те же строфы в переводе г-на Арндта, поместив их рядом ( в эл. версии — ниже и нежирным ). Это одно из тех мест в его труде, которые свободны от вопиющих ошибок и которые пассивный читатель (любимчик преуспевающих преподавателей) мог бы одобрить: 1. My friends, you're sorry for the poet 1. My friends, you will lament the poet 2. in the bloom of glad hopes 2. Who, flowering with a happy gift, 3. not having yet fulfilled them for the world, 3. Must wilt before he could bestow it 4. scarce out of infant clothes, 4. Upon the world, yet scarce adrift 5. withered! Where is the ardent stir 5. From boyhood' shore. Now he will never 6. the noble aspiration, 6. Seethe with that generous endeavor, 7. of young emotions and young...
10. Интервью Набокова на английском языке. Novel, 1970 г.
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Часть текста: English. Yes, my forthcoming Poems and Problems [McGraw-Hill] will offer several examples of the verse of my early youth, including "The Rain Has Flown," which was composed in the park of our country place, Vyra, in May 1917, the last spring my family was to live there. This "new" volume consists of three sections: a selection of thirty-six Russian poems, presented in the original and in translation; fourteen poems which I wrote directly in English, after 1940 and my arrival in America (all of which were published in The New Yorker), and eighteen chess problems, all but two of which were composed in recent years (the chess manuscripts of the 1940-1960 period have been mislaid and the earlier unpublished jottings are not worth printing). These Russian poems constitute no more than one percent of the mass of verse which I exuded with monstrous regularity during my youth. Do the components of that monstrous mass fall into any discernible periods or stages of development? What ...