Часть текста: down are greening. The bee flies from her waxen cell after the tribute of the field. 12 The dales grow dry and varicolored. The herds are noisy, and the nightingale 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...

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

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Часть текста: listen, am I right? — a simple Russian family, 12 a great solicitude for guests, jam, never-ending talk of rain, of flax, of cattle yard.” II “So far I do not see what's bad about it.” “Ah, but the boredom — that is bad, my friend.” “Your fashionable world I hate; 4 dearer to me is the domestic circle in which I can…” “Again an eclogue! Ah, that will do, old boy, for goodness' sake. Well, so you're off; I'm very sorry. 8 Oh, Lenski, listen — is there any way for me to see this Phyllis, subject of thoughts, and pen, and tears, and rhymes, et cetera? 12 Present me.” “You are joking.” “No.” “I'd gladly.” “When?” “Now, if you like. They will be eager to receive us.” III “Let's go.” And off the two friends drove; they have arrived; on them are lavished the sometimes onerous attentions 4 of hospitable ancientry. The ritual of the treat is known: in little dishes jams are brought, on an oilcloth'd small table there is set 8 a jug of...

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

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Часть текста: 4 Snow only fell in January, on the night of the second. Waking early, Tatiana from the window saw at morn the whitened yard, 8 flower beds, roofs, and fence; delicate patterns on the panes; the trees in winter silver, gay magpies outside, 12 and the hills softly overspread with winter's brilliant carpeting. All's bright, all's white around. II Winter! The peasant, celebrating, 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, ...

4. Бледное пламя. Комментарии (страница 7)

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5. Мейер Присцилла. "Бледный огонь" Владимира Набокова. 3. Англосаксы: король Альфред Великий

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Часть текста: его картинками или географическими картами… Чарльз Кинбот ( Бледный огонь , 208, примеч. к строке 493) Thou, by Thy strong holiness drivest from far In the way that Thou wiliest each worshipping star; And through Thy great power, the sun from the night Drags darkness away by the might of her light. The moon, at Thy word, with his pale-shining rays Softens and shadows the stars as they blaze, And even the sun of her brightness bereaves Whenever upon her too closely he cleaves. ( King Alfred. A Psalm to God) [107] Если в поисках истоков своего русского наследства Набоков обращается к самому началу русской литературы — созданному в XII веке «Слову о полку Игореве», то свои английские культурные корни он локализует в кругу сочинений короля Альфреда. В конце IX века Альфред Великий, «родоначальник английской прозы» [108] , перевел наиболее значительные произведения своего времени на англосаксонский язык, заложив тем самым основу британской литературы. В «Бледном огне» этот материал также предстает отраженным в кривом зеркале Чарльза...

6. 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 modish and olden halls. III He settled in that chamber where the rural old-timer had for forty years or so squabbled with his housekeeper, 4 looked through the window, and squashed flies. It all was plain: a floor of oak, two cupboards, a table, a divan of down, and not an ink speck anywhere. Onegin 8 opened...

7. Комментарий к роману "Евгений Онегин". Глава пятая. Эпиграф, пункты I - XV

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Часть текста: баллады адресованы Александре Протасовой (1797–1829), крестнице и племяннице Жуковского (дочери его сестры). В 1814 г. она вышла замуж за посредственного поэта и критика Александра Воейкова (1778–1839), жестоко обращавшегося с нею. Уж она-то знала эти «страшные сны» и умерла молодой в Италии. В нее был влюблен Александр Тургенев; в письме от 19 октября 1832 г. Жуковский послал ему надпись с ее надгробного камня в Ливорно на церковнославянском языке («Архив братьев Тургеневых», 1921, № 6, с. 461). Родною сестрой ей приходилась Мария Протасова (1793–1823) — единственная любовь Жуковского, вышедшая в 1817 г. замуж за известного хирурга Ивана Мойера (Иоганн Христиан Мойер, 1786–1858). В беловой рукописи пятой главы (ПБ 14) есть два пробных варианта эпиграфов: первые два слова из стихов Петрарки, служащих эпиграфом к шестой главе, — очевидно, фальстарт, и строфа II, стихи 1–8 из «Светланы», тема которых отсылает нас обратно к V строфе гл. 3: Тускло светится луна В сумраке тумана — Молчалива и грустна Милая Светлана. Что, подруженька, с тобой? Вымолви словечко, Слушай песни круговой, Вынь себе колечко. I В тот год осенняя погода Стояла долго на дворе, Зимы ждала, ждала природа. 4 Снег выпал только в январе На третье в ночь. Проснувшись рано, В окно увидела Татьяна Поутру побелевший двор, 8 Куртины, кровли и забор, На стеклах легкие узоры, Деревья в зимнем серебре, Сорок веселых на дворе 12 И мягко устланные горы Зимы блистательным ковром. Всё ярко, всё бело кругом. Вверху черновика (2370, л. 79 об.)...

8. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter eight

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Часть текста: 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 But I dropped out of their alliance — and fled afar... she followed me. How often the caressive Muse 4 for me would sweeten the mute way with the bewitchment of a secret tale! How often on Caucasia's crags, Lenorelike, by the moon, 8 with me she'd gallop on a steed! How often on the shores of Tauris she in the gloom of night led me to listen the sound of the sea, 12 Nereid's unceasing murmur, the deep eternal chorus of the billows, the praiseful hymn to the sire of the worlds. V And the far capital's glitter and noisy feasts having forgotten in the wilds of sad...

9. Lolita. Part Two. Chapters 22 - 26

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Часть текста: images based on coincidence and chance resemblance. Soyons logiques , crowed the cocky Gallic part of my brainand proceeded to rout the notion of a Lolita-maddened salesman or comedy gangster, with stooges, persecuting me, and hoaxing me, and otherwise taking riotous advantage of my strange relations with the law. I remember humming my panic away. I remember evolving even an explanation of the “Birdsley” telephone call… But if I could dismiss Trapp, as I had dismissed my convulsions on the lawn at Champion, I could do nothing with the anguish of knowing Lolita to be so tantalizingly, so miserably unattainable and beloved on the very even of a new era, when my alembics told me she should stop being a nymphet, stop torturing me. An additional, abominable, and perfectly gratuitous worry was lovingly prepared for me in Elphinstone. Lo had been dull and silent during the last laptwo hundred mountainous miles uncontaminated by smoke-gray sleuths or zigzagging zanies. She hardly glanced at the famous, oddly shaped, splendidly flushed rock which jutted above the mountains and had been the take-off for nirvana on the part of a temperamental show girl. The town was newly built, or rebuilt, on the flat floor of a seven-thousand-foot-high valley; it would soon bore Lo, I hoped, and we would spin on to...

10. Интервью Набокова на английском языке. BBC-2, 1969 г.

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Часть текста: of that year. Printed here from my final typescript. You have said that you explored time's prison and have found no way out. Are you still exploring, and is it inevitably a solitary excursion, from which one returns to the solace of others? I'm a very poor speaker. I hope our audience won't mind my using notes. My exploration of time's prison as described in the first chapter of Speak, Memory was only a stylistic device meant to introduce my subject. Memory often presents a life broken into episodes, more or less perfectly recalled. Do you see any themes working through from one episode to another? Everyone can sort out convenient patterns of related themes in the past development of his life. Here again I had to provide pegs and echoes when furnishing my reception halls. Is the strongest tie between men this common captivity in time? Let us not generalize. The common captivity in time is felt differently by different people, and some people may not feel it at all. Generalizations are full of loopholes and traps. I know elderly men for whom "time" only means "timepiece." What distinguishes us from...

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