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Часть текста: 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 other smothered memories, now unfolding themselves into limbless monsters of pain. Once, in a sunset-ending street of Beardsley, she turned to little Eva Rosen (I was taking both nymphets to a concert and walking behind them so close as almost to touch them with my person), she turned to Eva, and so very serenely and seriously, in answer to something the other had...
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Часть текста: самодовольства» [150;146]. Поделимся вопросами, вызванными его творчеством и личностью, — и попытками ответить на некоторые из них. «Простой вопрос: в чем послание Набокова? — неприличен, — иронизирует М. Шульман. — ‹…› Лесков жаловался, что его называют мастером плетения словес, тогда как он плетет „сети на демонов“. Похожая судьба постигла и Набокова — его письмо столь оригинально и ярко, что вопрос о назначении этой яркости и оригинальности как-то не приходит в голову» [162]. Набоков-рассказчик, выросший из реалистической чеховско-бунинской традиции [158] (см.: «как же все-таки много у Набокова этого культа „наблюдательности“ и „верной передачи“, идущего от зрелого и позднего реализма, от Толстого, Чехова и Бунина» [34;478]), внес в русскую литературу спасительную метафору инобытия [158;75], метафизическую ориентированность [158;67]: перенесение главных героев из мира обыденного в мир иной [158;72] и построение моделей того, как выглядит нездешний мир [158]. По Сирину, загробный мир существует, и связь с ним возможна [74;70]; автора волнует возможность пощупать загробное [74;71] — для этого изобретается разнообразная и внешне довольно нелепая технология «опрокинутого зрения» [74;75], и прочие механизмы проникновения в потусторонность [74;84]. Факт: «Сиринская проза кишит потусторонними идеями и сущностями» [74;76]; «берега и миры...
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Часть текста: To any other type of tourist accommodation I soon grew to prefer the Functional Motelclean, neat, safe nooks, ideal places for sleep, argument, reconciliation, insatiable illicit love. At first, in my dread of arousing suspicion, I would eagerly pay for both sections of one double unit, each containing a double bed. I wondered what type of foursome this arrangement was even intended for, since only a pharisaic parody of privacy could be attained by means of the incomplete partition dividing the cabin or room into two communicating love nests. By and by, the very possibilities that such honest promiscuity suggested (two young couples merrily swapping mates or a child shamming sleep to earwitness primal sonorities) made me bolder, and every now and then I would take a bed-and-cot or twin-bed cabin, a prison cell or paradise, with yellow window shades pulled down to create a morning illusion of Venice and sunshine when actually it was Pennsylvania and rain. We came to know nous connmes, to use a Flaubertian intonationthe stone cottages under enormous Chateaubriandesque trees, the brick unit, the adobe unit, the stucco court, on...
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Часть текста: научная монография прерывается лирическим отступлением, вычурной метафорой, каламбуром, загадкой или неожиданно обретает закольцованную композицию, столь любимую объектом исследования. Людям, живущим в тени Набокова, сухое научное описание кажется по определению недостаточным. Набоков оказался едва ли не последним писателем нашего столетия, сумевшим с помощью виртуозной словесной эквилибристики сохранить непрозрачность текста, ощущение зашифрованной и глубоко запрятанной тайны. Стремление приблизиться к этой тайне — именно оно движет филологами, культурологами и просто взыскательными читателями. Кажется, что один из двойников, прячущихся в сложной системе зеркал набоковской прозы, должен обладать плотью и кровью, отбрасывать тень. В конце концов, Набоков сам говорил в интервью Альфреду Аппелю, что в его прозе “настоящих” двойников нет. Значит, должен существовать по крайней мере один настоящий оригинал — пусть и его неминуемо придется поставить в кавычки. Тень Набокова. Иногда она вырастает до исполинских размеров — как в старом экспрессионистском фильме (ночь, мерцающий свет факелов, мощеная ...
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Часть текста: 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 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,...
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Часть текста: 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 the cupboards; found in one a notebook of expenses and in the other a whole array of fruit liqueurs, pitchers of eau-de-pomme, 12 and the calendar for eighteen-eight: having a lot to do, the old man never looked into any other books. IV Alone midst his possessions, merely to while away the time, at first conceived the plan our Eugene 4 of instituting a new system. In his backwoods a solitary sage, the ancient corvée 's yoke by the light quitrent he replaced; 8 the muzhik blessed fate, ...
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Часть текста: “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 comparable to that of fondling a nymphet. It is hors concours , that bliss, it belongs to another class, another plane of sensitivity. Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradisea...