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Часть текста: 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 paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flamesbut still a paradise. The able psychiatrist who studies my caseand whom by now Dr. Humbert has plunged, I trust, into a state of leporine fascinationis no doubt anxious to have me take Lolita to the seaside and have me find there, at last, the “gratification” of a lifetime urge, and release from the “subconscious” obsession of an incomplete childhood romance with the initial little Miss Lee. Well, comrade, let me tell you that I did look for a beach, though I also have to confess that by the time we reached its mirage of gray water, so many delights had already been granted me by my traveling...
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Часть текста: decrepit lady herself may be imagined screeching, but not loud enough to drown the rhythmical yaps of the Junk setter walking from group to groupfrom a bunch of neighbors already collected on the sidewalk, near the bit of checked stuff, and back to the car which he had finally run to earth, and then to another group on the lawn, consisting of Leslie, two policemen and a sturdy man with tortoise shell glasses. At this point, I should explain that the prompt appearance of the patrolmen, hardly more than a minute after the accident, was due to their having been ticketing the illegally parked cars in a cross lane two blocks down the grade; that the fellow with the glasses was Frederick Beale, Jr., driver of the Packard; that his 79-year-old father, whom the nurse had just watered on the green bank where he laya banked banker so to speakwas not in a dead faint, but was comfortably and methodically recovering from a mild heart attack or its possibility; and, finally, that the laprobe on the sidewalk (where she had so often pointed out to me with disapproval the crooked green cracks) concealed the mangled remains of Charlotte Humbert who had been knocked down and dragged several feet by the Beale car as she was hurrying across the street to drop three letters in the mailbox, at the corner of Miss Opposite’s lawn. These were picked up and handed to me by a pretty child in a dirty pink frock, and I got rid of them by clawing them to fragments in my trouser pocket. Three doctors and the Farlows presently arrived on the scene and took over. The widower, ...
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Часть текста: of racial genes: a Swiss citizen, of mixed French and Austrian descent, with a dash of the Danube in his veins. I am going to pass around in a minute some lovely, glossy-blue picture-postcards. He owned a luxurious hotel on the Riviera. His father and two grandfathers had sold wine, jewels and silk, respectively. At thirty he married an English girl, daughter of Jerome Dunn, the alpinist, and granddaughter of two Dorset parsons, experts in obscure subjectspaleopedology and Aeolian harps, respectively. My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or suddenly entered and traversed by the rambler, at the bottom of a hill, in the summer dusk; a furry warmth, golden midges. My mother’s elder sister, Sybil, whom a cousin of my father’s had married and then neglected, served in my immediate family as a kind of unpaid governess and housekeeper. Somebody told me later that she had been in love with my father, and that he had lightheartedly taken advantage of it one rainy day and forgotten it by the time the weather cleared. I...
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Часть текста: замечания В предисловии к последнему своему драматическому сочинению, сценарию «Лолиты» (опубликован в 1973 году), Набоков признался, что по натуре он не драматург [149]. Это замечание само по себе ничего не скажет читателю набоковских романов и рассказов, заглянувшему в книгу его пьес, поскольку не раскрывает заложенной в нем мысли. Говоря так, Набоков подразумевал то привычное для широкой аудитории понятие драматургии, которое неразрывно связано с европейской театральной традицией и набором определенных условностей этого синтетического рода искусства. Понимать же его следует a contrario – следующий всем требованиям современного коммерческого театра драматург по своей природе далек от искусства; в том же направлении мыслей Набоков полагал, к примеру, что Достоевский по натуре был несостоявшимся драматургом . Те короткие стихотворные драмы, которые Набоков публиковал в начале 20‑х годов («Скитальцы», «Смерть», «Полюс» и др.), относились к жанру пьес для чтения (Lesedrama) и не предназначались для постановки; большая «Трагедия...
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Часть текста: 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 what the Tour Book of the Automobile Association describes as “shaded” or “spacious” or “landscaped” grounds. The log kind, finished in knotty pine, reminded Lo, by its golden-brown glaze, of friend-chicken bones. We held in contempt the plain whitewashed clapboard Kabins, with their faint sewerish smell or some other gloomy self-conscious stench and nothing to boast of (except “good beds”), and an unsmiling landlady always prepared to have her gift (“…well, I could give you…”) turned down. Nous connmes (this is royal fun) the would-be enticements of their repetitious namesall those Sunset Motels, U-Beam Cottages, Hillcrest Courts, Pine View Courts, Mountain View Courts, Skyline Courts, Park Plaza Courts, Green Acres, Mac’s Courts. There was sometimes a special line in the write-up, such as “Children welcome, pets allowed” ( You are welcome, you are allowed). The baths were mostly tiled showers, with an endless variety of spouting mechanisms, but with one definitely non-Laodicean characteristic in common, a propensity, while in use, to turn instantly beastly hot or blindingly cold upon you, depending on whether your neighbor turned on his cold or his hot to deprive you of a necessary complement in the shower you had so carefully blended. Some motels had instructions pasted above the toilet (on whose tank the towels were...
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Часть текста: воздух, le crystal d'Ex [544] , искрист «под стать высочайшим образцам человеческой мысли — чистой математике & расшифровке древних рун» (из неопубл. рекламы). Не реже двух раз в году наша счастливая чета пускалась в довольно длительные путешествия. Больше Ада не выпестовывала и не коллекционировала бабочек, но в пору здоровой своей и активной старости обожала снимать их на пленку в их естественной среде, в глубинах ее сада или на краю света, порхающих порознь и парочками, садящихся на цветы и нечистоты, скользящих по стеклу или стене, схлестывающихся и совокупляющихся. Ван сопровождал ее в этих съемочных турне по Бразилии, Конго, Новой Гвинее, хотя втайне предпочитал добрый стакан горячительного долгим выжиданиям под деревом, пока тот или иной раритет не соблазнится присесть, чтобы запечатлиться на цветной пленке. Чтоб описать приключения Ады в Стране Адесс, потребуется отдельная книга. С фильмами — как и распластанными героинями (на удостоверяющих их личность стендах) — можно ознакомиться по договоренности в музее «Люсинда», Манхэттен, Парк-Авеню, 5. 2 Он прожил в соответствии с девизом предков: «Всегда здоров и крепок Вин: все потому, что Винов сын». В пятьдесят лет прошлое виделось ему только памятным из каталки, сужающимся убыванием больничного коридора (с парой вприпрыжку убегавших аккуратных ножек в белом). Однако теперь он стал замечать, как его физическое благополучие стало потихоньку давать ветвистые трещины, словно неизбежный распад уж подтолкнул к нему сквозь недвижимое серое время первых своих посланцев. Заложенный нос вызывал удушающие сны, и при малейшем охлаждении напоминала о себе тупым копьем межреберная невралгия. Чем шире был прикроватный...
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Часть текста: for hardly a month; when Monsieur wants to get the whole damned thing over with as quickly as possible, and Madame gives in with a tolerant smile; then, my reader, the wedding is generally a “quiet” affair. The bride may dispense with a tiara of orange blossoms securing her finger-tip veil, nor does she carry a white orchid in a prayer book. The bride’s little daughter might have added to the ceremonies uniting H. and H. a touch of vivid vermeil; but I knew I would not dare be too tender with cornered Lolita yet, and therefore agreed it was not worth while tearing the child away from her beloved Camp Q. My soi-disant passionate and lonely Charlotte was in everyday life matter-of-fact and gregarious. Moreover, I discovered that although she could not control her heart or her cries, she was a woman of principle. Immediately after she had become more or less my mistress (despite the stimulants, her “nervous, eager chri a heroic chri ! had some initial trouble, for which, however, he amply compensated her by a fantastic display of old-world endearments), good Charlotte interviewed me about my relations with God. I could have answered that on that score my mind was open; I said, insteadpaying my tribute to a pious platitudethat I believed in a cosmic spirit. Looking down at her fingernails, she also asked me had I not in my family a certain strange strain. I countered by inquiring whether she would still want to marry me if my father’s maternal grandfather had been, say, a Turk. She said it did not matter a bit; but that, if she ever found out I did not believe in Our Christian God, ...