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1. Память, говори (глава 14)
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2. Lolita. Part One. Chapters 1 - 8
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3. Набоков Дмитрий: Отцовские бабочки. Интервью данное Брайеном Бойдом журналу BOMB Magazine
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1. Память, говори (глава 14)
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Часть текста: круга. В ней, разомкнувшись и раскрывшись, круг перестает быть порочным, он получает свободу. Пришло мне это в голову в гимназические годы, и тогда же я придумал, что гегелевская триада (столь популярная в прежней России) в сущности выражает всего лишь природную спиральность вещей в отношении ко времени. Завои следуют один за другим, и каждый синтез представляет тезис следующей серии. Возьмем простейшую спираль, в которой можно различить три элемента, или загиба, отвечающие элементам триады: назовем “тезисом” первую дугу, с которой спираль начинается в некоем центре; “антитезисом” – дугу покрупнее, которая противополагается первой, продолжая ее; а “синтезом” дугу еще более крупную, которая продолжает вторую, заворачиваясь вдоль наружной стороны первого загиба. И так далее. Цветная спираль в стеклянном шарике – вот какой я вижу мою жизнь. Двадцать лет, проведенных в родной России (1899­1919), это дуга тезиса. Двадцать один год добровольного изгнания в Англии, Германии и Франции (1919­1940) – очевидный антитезис. Годы, которые я провел на новой моей родине (1940­1960), образуют синтез – и новый тезис. Сейчас моим предметом является антитезис, а точнее – моя европейская жизнь после окончания (в 1922-ом) Кембриджа. Оглядываясь на эти годы изгнанничества, я вижу себя и тысячи других русских людей, ведущими...
2. Lolita. Part One. Chapters 1 - 8
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Часть текста: Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns. 2 I was born in 1910, in Paris. My father was a gentle, easy-going person, a salad 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 was extremely fond of her, despite the rigiditythe fatal rigidityof some of her rules. Perhaps she wanted to make of me, in the fullness of time, a better widower than my father. Aunt Sybil had...
3. Набоков Дмитрий: Отцовские бабочки. Интервью данное Брайеном Бойдом журналу BOMB Magazine
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Часть текста: two-volume biography, Vladimir Nabokov: The Russian Years and Vladimir Nabokov: The American Years, and of Nabokov's Ada: The Place of Consciousness and the just-released Nabokov's Pale Fire: The Magic of Artistic Discovery, is a scholar who changed his mind. Writing in The New York Observer on Boyd's 'remarkable, obsessive, delirious, devotional study, Nabokov's Pale Fire,' Ron Rosenbaum called him 'an ornament of the accidents and possibilities of Nabokov scholarship' and praised him 'for having the courage and humility to retract an earlier conjecture and the imaginative daring' to (as Boyd himself might put it) re-re-reread Pale Fire. Nabokov's 1962 novel takes the form of an introduction by a scholar named Charles Kinbote; a lucid 999-line poem by an American poet named John Shade; and a commentary and index by Kinbote, whose attention veers continually from the poem to his own unsatisfactory life, from John Shade's homely metaphysics and painful autobiography to what must be his own entirely irrelevant fantasy—unless he really is Charles the Beloved, the deposed King of Zembla; and that unless unlocks only the first in a series of secret passages. From the dedication copy of Pale Fire, inscribed by Nabokov for his wife Vera. Image from Vera's Butterflies (NY: Glenn Horowitz Bookseller, 1999). Courtesy the Estate of Vladimir Nabokov. Has Boyd's book-length study, written in response to an online discussion, produced a robust thesis or the shadow of a madman's fancy? All I can say now is that reading Nabokov's Pale Fire and then Nabokov's Pale Fire is like being immersed in a medium that clarifies, but not without some shifting and spill of glare, what was before all ooze and squid-ink cloud. Or, at the very least, a different story. Brian Boyd has edited Nabokov's English novels and...