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1. Интервью Набокова на английском языке. The New York Times Book Review, 1968 г.
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2. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter three
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3. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter one
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4. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter four
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1. Интервью Набокова на английском языке. The New York Times Book Review, 1968 г.
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Часть текста: last-minute misprints or possible little flaws of fact (dates, places). Being an unusually muddled speaker (a poor relative of the writer) I would like the stuff I prepared in typescript to be presented as direct speech on my part, whilst other statements which I may stammer out in the course of our chats, and the gist of which you might want to incorporate in The Profile, should be used, please, obliquely or paraphrastically, without any quotes. Naturally, it is for you to decide whether the background material should be kept separate in its published form from the question-and-answer section. I am leaving the attached material with the concierge because I think you might want to peruse it before we meet. I am very much looking forward to seeing you. Please give me a ring when you are ready." The text given below is that of the typescript. The interview appeared in The New York Times Book Review on May 12, 1968. How does VN live and relax? A very old Russian friend of ours, now dwelling in Paris, ...
2. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter three
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Часть текста: a fine thing. Mercy, man —   and you don't find it difficult   thus every evening to kill time?”   8  “Not in the least.” “I cannot understand.   From here I see what it is like:   first — 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...
3. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter one
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Часть текста: indifférence les bonnes comme les mauvaises actions, suite d'un sentiment de supériorité, peut-être imaginaire. Tiré d'une lettre particulière   Not thinking to amuse the haughty world,   having grown fond of friendship's heed,   I wish I could present you with a gage   4  that would be worthier of you —   be worthier of a fine soul   full of a holy dream,   of live and limpid poetry,   8  of high thoughts and simplicity.   But so be it. With partial hand   take this collection of pied chapters:   half droll, half sad, 12  plain-folk, ideal,   the careless fruit of my amusements,   insomnias, light inspirations,   unripe and withered years, 16  the intellect's cold observations,   and the heart's sorrowful remarks. CHAPTER ONE To live it hurries and to feel it hastes. Prince Vyazemski I   “My uncle has most honest principles:   when he was taken gravely ill,   he forced one to respect him   4  and nothing better could invent.   To others his example is a lesson;   but, good God, what a bore to sit   by a sick person day and night, not stirring   8  a step away!   What base perfidiousness   to entertain one...
4. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter four
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Часть текста: four CHAPTER FOUR La morale est dans la nature des choses. Necker VII   The less we love a woman   the easier 'tis to be liked by her,   and thus more surely we undo her   4  among bewitching toils.   Time was when cool debauch   was lauded as the art of love,   trumpeting everywhere about itself,   8  taking its pleasure without loving.   But that grand game   is worthy of old sapajous   of our forefathers' vaunted times; 12  the fame of Lovelaces has faded   with the fame of red heels   and of majestic periwigs. VIII   Who does not find it tedious to dissemble;   diversely to repeat the same;   try gravely to convince one   4  of what all have been long convinced;   to hear the same objections,   annihilate the prejudices   which never had and hasn't   8  a little girl of thirteen years!   Who will not grow weary of threats,   entreaties, vows, feigned fear,   notes running to six pages, 12  betrayals, gossiping, rings, tears,   surveillances of aunts, of mothers,   and the onerous friendship of husbands! IX   Exactly thus my Eugene thought.   In his first youth   he had been victim of tempestuous errings   4  and of unbridled passions.   Spoiled by a habitude of life,   with one thing for a while   enchanted, disenchanted with another,   8  irked slowly by desire,   irked, too, by volatile success,   hearkening in the hubbub and the hush   to the eternal mutter of his soul, 12  smothering yawns with laughter:   this was the way he...