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Часть текста: in Playboy for January, 1964. Great trouble was taken on both sides to achieve the illusion of a spontaneous conversation. Actually, my contribution as printed conforms meticulously to the answers, every word of which I had written in longhand before having them typed for submission to Toffler when he came to Montreux in mid-March, 1963. The present text takes into account the order of my interviewer's questions as well as the fact that a couple of consecutive pages of my typescript were apparently lost in transit. Egreto perambis doribus! With the American publication of Lolita in 1958, your fame and fortune mushroomed almost overnight from high repute among the literary cognoscenti-- which you bad enjoyed for more than 30 years-- to both acclaim and abuse as the world-renowned author of a sensational bestseller. In the aftermath of this cause celebre, do you ever regret having written Lolita? On the contrary, I shudder retrospectively when I recall that there was a moment, in 1950, and again in 1951, when I was on the point of burning Humbert Humbert's little black diary. No, I shall never regret Lolita. She was like the composition of a beautiful puzzle-- its composition and its solution at the same time, since one is a mirror view of the other, depending on the way you look. Of course she completely eclipsed my other works-- at least those I wrote in English: The Real ...

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Часть текста: The bit about my West European ancestors comes from a carefully executed and beautifully bound Ahnentafel, given me on my seventieth birthday by my German publisher Heinrich Maria Ledig-RowohIt. ON TIME AND ITS TEXTURE We can imagine all kinds of time, such as for example "applied time"-- time applied to events, which we measure by means of clocks and calendars; but those types of time are inevitably tainted by our notion of space, spatial succession, stretches and sections of space. When we speak of the "passage of time," we visualize an abstract river flowing through a generalized landscape. Applied time, measurable illusions of time, are useful for the purposes of historians or physicists, they do not interest me, and they did not interest my creature Van Veen in Part Four of my Ada. He and I in that book attempt to examine the essence of Time, not its lapse. Van mentions the possibility of being "an amateur of Time, an epicure of duration," of being able to delight sensually in the texture of time, "in its stuff and spread, in the fall of its folds, in the very impalpability of its grayish gauze, in the coolness of its continuum." He also is aware that "Time is a fluid medium for the culture of metaphors." Time, though akin to rhythm, is not simply rhythm, which would imply motion-- and Time does not move. Van's greatest discovery is his perception of Time as the dim hollow between two rhythmic beats, the narrow and bottomless silence between the beats, not the beats themselves, which only embar Time. In this sense human life is not a pulsating heart but the missed heartbeat. PERSONAL PAST Pure Time, Perceptual Time, Tangible Time, Time free of content and context, this, then, is the kind of Time described by my...

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Часть текста: no inside bolt. The key, with its numbered dangler of carved wood, became forthwith the weighty sesame to a rapturous and formidable future. It was mine, it was part of my hot hairy fist. In a few minutessay, twenty, say half-an-hour, sicher its sicher as my uncle Gustave used to sayI would let myself into that “342” and find my nymphet, my beauty and bride, imprisoned in her crystal sleep. Jurors! If my happiness could have talked, it would have filled that genteel hotel with a deafening roar. And my only regret today is that I did not quietly deposit key “342” at the office, and leave the town, the country, the continent, the hemisphere,indeed, the globethat very same night. Let me explain. I was not unduly disturbed by her self-accusatory innuendoes. I was still firmly resolved to pursue my policy of sparing her purity by operating only in the stealth of night, only upon a completely anesthetized little nude. Restraint and reverence were still my motto-even if that “purity” (incidentally, thoroughly debunked by modern science) had been slightly damaged through some juvenile erotic experience, no doubt homosexual, at that accursed camp of hers. ...

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Часть текста: судьбы законъ. «Паду ли я, стрелой пронзенный, «Иль мимо пролетитъ она, «Все благо: бденiя и сна 12 «Приходитъ часъ определенный; «Благословенъ и день заботъ, «Благословенъ и тмы приходъ! 1 на случай [= случайно]. «Стихи на случай сохранились». Пушкин не сохранял их так «свято», как он хранил письмо Татьяны (см. коммент. к главе Третьей, XXXI, 1–4). 3 Куда, куда вы удалились. Я предпочел бы повторить возглас, так часто слышимый в английской поэзии семнадцатого и восемнадцатого веков: Джон Коллоп, «Дух, Плоть» (1656): Куда? ах, куда летит моя душа… Томас Флетчер (1692): Куда, любящая душа, ах, куда ты полетишь? Поуп, переделка стихотворения императора Адриана «Душа моя, скиталица…», строка 5: Куда, ах, куда, ты устремляешь свой полет! (В 1713 г. Поуп послал Джону Кэриллу два перевода произведения Адриана; именно во втором из них, начинающемся «Ах, быстро улетающий дух!» и озаглавленном «То же самое другой рукой» — вероятно, другой рукой Поупа, — встречается это «куда»). Джеймс Битти, «Ода к Надежде» (ок. 1760 г.), строка 78: Куда, ах, куда вы мчитесь? Анна Легация Барбо, «Жизнь» (ок. 1811 г.): О, куда, куда же ты летишь… Барри Корнуолл, «Песня» (ок. 1820 г.): Куда, ах! куда пропала моя потерянная любовь… Китс, «Эндимион» (1818), кн. 1, строки 970–71: …Ах! Где Те быстрые мгновения? Куда они умчались? 4 Весны моей… дни. Часто использовавшийся галлицизм. Приведу только несколько примеров, отмеченных при случайном чтении: Клеман Маро, «О самом себе» (1537): Plus ...

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Часть текста: shade to my excruciating desires and insomnias of which enough has been said. Knowing me by now, the reader can easily imagine how dusty and hot I got, trying to catch a glimpse of nymphets (alas, always remote) playing in Central Park, and how repulsed I was by the glitter of deodorized career girls that a gay dog in one of the offices kept unloading upon me. Let us skip all that. A dreadful breakdown sent me to a sanatorium for more than a year; I went back to my workonly to be hospitalized again. Robust outdoor life seemed to promise me some relief. One of my favorite doctors, a charming cynical chap with a little brown beard, had a brother, and this brother was about to lead an expedition into arctic Canada. I was attached to it as a “recorder of psychic reactions.” With two young botanists and an old carpenter I shared now and then (never very successfully) the favors of one of our nutritionists, a Dr. Anita Johnsonwho was soon flown back, I am glad to say. I had little notion of what object the expedition was pursuing. Judging by the number of meteorologists upon it, we may have been tracking to its lair (somewhere on Prince of Wales’ Island, I understand) the wandering and wobbly north magnetic pole. One group, jointly with the Canadians, established a weather station on Pierre Point in Melville Sound. Another...

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Часть текста: Butterflies of Britain and Europe In my early boyhood, almost sixty-five years ago, I would quiver with helpless rage when Hofmann in his then famous Die Gross-Schmetterlinge Europas failed to figure the rarity he described in the text. No such frustration awaits the young reader of the marvelous guide to the Palaearctic butterflies west of the Russian frontier now produced by-Lionel C. Higgins, author of important papers on Lep-idoptera, and Norman D. Riley, keeper of insects at the British Museum. The exclusion of Russia is (alas) a practical necessity. Non-utilitarian science does not thrive in that sad and cagey country; the mild foreign gentleman eager to collect in the steppes will soon catch his net in a tangle of barbed wire, and to work out the distribution of Evers-mann's Orange Tip or the Edda Ringlet would have proved much harder than mapping the moon. The little maps that the Field Guide does supply for the fauna it covers seem seldom to err. I note that the range of the Twin-spot Fritillary and that of the Idas Blue are incorrectly marked, and I think Nogell's Hairstreak, which reaches Romania from the east, should have been included. Among minor shortcomings is the somewhat curt way in which British butterflies are treated (surely the Norfolk race of the Swallowtail, which is so different from the Swedish, should have received more attention). I would say...

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Часть текста: 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 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 of roles made chic by Soviet performers ordered to emulate the...

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Часть текста: и исключенные строфы, которые следовали за нею), относящаяся к концу 1829 г., начинается той же словесной формулой и той же интонацией, что и стихотворение Пушкина «Демон» (1823), которое я рассматриваю в комментарии к главе Восьмой, XII, 7, где оно упоминается. 1 в садах Лицея. Имеется в виду Александровский лицей, или же Лицей императора Александра I, основанный этим царем 12 авг. 1810 г. в Царском Селе (ныне Пушкин), в двадцати двух верстах от С. -Петербурга. Пушкин выдержал вступительные испытания в августе 1811 г. Лицей открылся 19 окт. 1811 г., в нем было тридцать воспитанников. Годовщина открытия Лицея благоговейно отмечалась Пушкиным либо в компании, либо в одиночестве двадцать раз (1817–36). Говоря современным языком, Лицеи представлял собой мужской пансион с трехгодичной программой подготовительного обучения и трехгодичной — основного. У каждого из тридцати мальчиков была своя комната. Применение любого рода телесных наказаний категорически запрещалось, — большой шаг вперед по сравнению с поркой и прочими жестокостями лучших школ Англии и континентальной Европы того времени. Именно в Лицее Пушкин написал свои первые стихотворения. Из них первым, попавшим в печать, было «К другу стихотворцу» в журнале «Вестник Европы», издаваемом Владимиром Измайловым, ч. 76, № 13 (4 июля 1814 г.), с. 9–12, с подписью «Александр Н. к. ш. п.». Судя по отметкам в аттестате, Пушкин показал «превосходные» успехи в словесности (французской и русской) и фехтовании, «весьма хорошие» в латыни, государственной экономии и финансах, «хорошие» в Законе Божьем и Священной истории, логике,...

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Часть текста: Где равную тебе сыскать? Дмитриев Как не любить родной Москвы? Баратынский Гоненье на Москву! что значит видеть свет! Где ж лучше? Где нас нет. Грибоедов Первый эпиграф взят из поэмы Дмитриева «Освобождение Москвы» (1795). стихи 11–12. В начальных строках пушкинской «Вольности», наиболее значительной из русских од (сочиненной в 1817 г.): Беги, сокройся от очей, Цитеры слабая царица! — наш поэт слегка переиначил стихи 3–4 ничтожного «Освобождения Москвы» Дмитриева (1613 г. — конец эпохи Смутного времени, освобождение от поляков и самозванцев, когда князь Дмитрий Пожарский разбил литовцев и первый Романов был избран на царство): Не шумны петь хочу забавы, Не сладости цитерских уз. Поэма Дмитриева (162 стиха, написанных четырехстопным ямбом) печально знаменита, кстати, самым чудовищным во всей русской поэзии нагромождением согласных (стих 14): Алмазный скиптр в твоих руках… птрвтв! Второй эпиграф седьмой главы — из «Пиров» Баратынского (1821), стих 52 (см. коммент. к гл. 3, XXX, 1). Третий же взят из грибоедовского «Горя от ума» (законченного в 1824 г.), I, VII, ядовитый упрек Софьи и находчивая реплика Чацкого (см. коммент. к гл. 6, XI, 12). По мере чтения комментария к этой главе читателю станет ясно, почему я полагаю, что Пушкин мог бы поставить и четвертый эпиграф — из «Княгини Натальи Долгорукой» Козлова, ч. II, строфа IV: …Москва видна… Уже в очах Иван Великой; Как жар, венец его горит… «Иван Великий» — название самой высокой колокольни в Москве: «…огромная колокольня Ивана Великого, воздвигнутая в...

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Часть текста: 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...

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