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Часть текста: us with wings; the aged Derzhavin noticed us — and blessed us 4 as he descended to the grave. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III And I, setting myself for law only the arbitrary will of passions, sharing emotions with the crowd, 4 I led my frisky Muse into the hubbub of feasts and turbulent discussions — the terror of midnight patrols; and to them, in mad feasts, 8 she brought her gifts, and like a little bacchante frisked, over the bowl sang for the guests; and the young people of past days 12 would turbulently dangle after her; and I was proud 'mong friends of my volatile mistress. IV But I dropped out of their alliance — and fled afar... she followed me. How often the caressive Muse 4 for me would sweeten the mute way with the bewitchment of a secret tale! How often on Caucasia's crags, Lenorelike, by the moon, 8 with me she'd gallop on a steed! How often on the shores of Tauris she in the gloom of night led me to listen the sound of the sea, 12 Nereid's unceasing murmur, the deep eternal chorus of the billows, the praiseful hymn to the sire of the worlds. V And the far capital's glitter and...

2. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter two

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Часть текста: Horace O Rus'! I The country place where Eugene moped was a charming nook; a friend of innocent 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 All this today is obsolete, I really don't know why; and anyway it was a matter 12 of very little moment to my friend, since he yawned equally amidst modish and olden halls.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...

3. Lolita. Part Two. Chapters 32 - 36

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Часть текста: 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...

4. Lolita. Part Two. Chapters 9 - 16

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Часть текста: perhaps not allowed to cometo our house; so I recall her only as a flash of natural sunshine on an indoor court. Of the rest, none had any claims to nymphetry except Eva Rosen. Avis ws a plump lateral child with hairy legs, while Mona, though handsome in a coarse sensual way and only a year older than my aging mistress, had obviously long ceased to be a nymphet, if she ever had been one. Eva Rosen, a displaced little person from France, was on the other hand a good example of a not strikingly beautiful child revealing to the perspicacious amateur some of the basic elements of nymphet charm, such as a perfect pubescent figure and lingering eyes and high cheekbones. Her glossy copper hair had Lolita’s silkiness, and the features of her delicate milky-white face with pink lips and silverfish eyelashes were less foxy than those of her likesthe great clan of intra-racial redheads; nor did she sport their green uniform but wore, as I remember her, a lot of black or cherry darka very smart black pullover, for instance, and high-heeled black shoes, and garnet-red fingernail polish. I spoke French to her (much to Lo’s disgust). The child’s tonalities were still admirably pure, but for school words and play words she resorted to current...

5. Lolita. Part One. Chapters 1 - 8

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Часть текста: at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before 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:...

6. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter five

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Часть текста: celebrating, in a flat sledge inaugurates the track; his naggy, having sensed the snow, 4 shambles at something like a trot. Plowing up fluffy furrows, a bold kibitka flies: the driver sits upon his box 8 in sheepskin coat, red-sashed. Here runs about a household lad, upon a hand sled having seated “blackie,” having transformed himself into the steed; 12 the scamp already has frozen a finger. He finds it both painful and funny — while his mother, from the window, threatens him... III But, maybe, pictures of this kind will not attract you; all this is lowly nature; 4 there is not much refinement here. Warmed by the god of inspiration, another poet in luxurious language for us has painted the first snow 8 and all the shades of winter's delectations. 27 He'll captivate you, I am sure of it, when he depicts in flaming verses secret promenades in sleigh; 12 but I have no intention of contending either with him at present or with you, singer of the young Finnish Maid! 28 IV Tatiana (being Russian at heart, herself not knowing why) loved, in all its cold beauty, 4 a Russian winter: rime in the sun upon a frosty day, and sleighs, and, at late dawn, the radiance of the rosy snows, 8 and gloam of Twelfthtide eves. Those evenings in the ancient fashion were celebrated in their house: the servant girls from the whole...

7. Вне Лолиты: Вновь открывая Набокова. (Проект CNN, 1999 г.). The Man

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Часть текста: Petersburg , and the other - an estate - 50 miles south in the countryside). He enjoyed playing tennis and soccer, but spent hours at a time embroiled in his passion - chasing and collecting butterflies, a hobby he apparently learned from his father . At the time, Russia was under the rule of Tsar Nicholas II, and Nabokov's father, Vladimir Dmitrievich Nabokov , was a respected (and to authorities, controversial) liberal politician. In fact, the elder Nabokov was imprisoned for 90 days in 1908 for signing a political manifesto. Nabokov's mother, Elena Ivanova , raised her three boys and two girls with the help of several governesses and tutors who taught the Nabokov children French and English, along with Russian. At the highly regarded Tenishev School, which Nabokov began attending in 1911, he was described as an aloof, even conceited, student who arrived each day in the family's Rolls-Royce. But Nabokov's dreamy childhood would receive a wake-up call with the Bolshevik revolution and the abdication of Tsar Nicholas II. Rioting forced his family to move, eventually, to England in 1919 where Nabokov and his brother enrolled in Cambridge . Nabokov majored in French and Russian literature. Nabokov in Berlin, 1923 Meanwhile, his father had settled the family in Berlin. But tragedy was waiting - in 1922, Nabokov's father was...

8. Чарльз Кинбот: Серебристый свет. Подлинная жизнь Владимира Набокова. Chapter Eight. Dying Is No Fun

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Часть текста: swept away by creative enthusiasm that he keeps forgetting to reread what he has already written but so attuned to a particular frequency of inspiration that revision and successive drafts are superfluous: the tale can be extruded in a single, extremely long, growing ever longer, parti-colored stream, like the endless rope of silk handkerchiefs a conjuror extracts with mock amazement from his black satin sleeve, or, for that matter, from the mouth of a compliant, if somewhat sheepish, volunteer. But Nabokov's death still comes as an unpleasant shock, an absurdly anomalous element at the end of the series, as if the final section of the streamer were not one last, particularly colorful piece of silk, but a live worm, a rotting plum, or some other equally strange bit of inexplicable detritus. Thank you, Madam, you may return to your seat. That Nabokov did not die of natural causes is only now beginning to be publicly acknowledged. His "mysterious" death, variously attributed to a fall, a viral infection, pneumonia, or mundane cardiac arrest, is now known to have been caused, or...

9. Роупер Р: Набоков в Америке. По дороге к «Лолите». Глава 13

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Часть текста: меня и разными другими уморительными способами пользуются моим странным положением перед законом 2 . Лолита и Гумберт Гумберт приезжают в Эльфинстон, городок в горах в одном из западных штатов. Предыдущие дни были сущим кошмаром. Гумберт, помимо прочих неприятностей, перенес сердечный приступ: он чувствовал, что это путешествие обернется крахом всех его надежд. Он вот-вот постигнет нечто важное для себя. Это осознание сопровождает провал его замысла удерживать нимфетку в рабстве, продолжать ее насиловать. Пожалуй, мало что в романе вызывает такое отвращение, как эти рассуждения Гумберта Гумберта: ...признаюсь... я переходил в течение того же дня от одного полюса сумасшествия к другому - от мысли, что около 1950-го года мне придется тем или иным способом отделаться от трудного подростка, чье волшебное нимфетство к тому времени испарится, - к мысли, что при некотором прилежании и везении мне, может быть, удастся в недалеком будущем произвести изящнейшую нимфетку с моей кровью в жилах, Лолиту Вторую, которой было бы восемь или девять лет в 1960-м году, когда я еще был бы dans la force de l’age; больше скажу - у подзорной трубы моего ума или безумия, хватало силы различить в отдалении. слюнявого д-ра Гумберта, упражняющегося на бесконечно прелестной Лолите Третьей в “искусстве быть дедом” 3 . Гумберт Гумберт вроде бы шутит, не так ли? Но в каждой шутке есть доля правды, и в определенном настроении мечты его чудовищны. “Сонная” обширная Америка пробуждает в его душе желание абсолютного контроля: возомнив себя богом, Гумберт Гумберт даже грезит о том, как зачнет новых рабынь. Простор земель рождает прометеевские замыслы. История рабства в Америке печальна: одно из самых...

10. Федотов О.И.: Между Моцартом и Сальери (о поэтическом даре Набокова). 2.8. Строфика

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Часть текста: чем у других поэтов, взятых нами для сравнения). Любопытно сопоставить его с аналогичными процентными показателями Сологуба, Волошина, Ходасевича и Цветаевой. Строфические формы Набоков Сологуб Волошин Ходасевич Цветаева Четверостишия 61,0 67,3 34,3 66,9 66,3 Астрофия и нетожд. 26,6 10,2 37,4 17,3 19,8 Сонеты 7,0 1,3 21,0 4,0 0,8 Восьмистишия 2,4 9,8 3,3 1,2 1,2 Двустишия 1,5 2,3 1,2 4,4 3,6 Семистишия 1,25 0,8 — 0,25 — Шестистишия 1,0 5,7 0,25 3,4 3,5 Трёхстишия 0,8 0,3 1,2 0,25 2,2 Пятистишия 0,6 1,8 0,5 1,7 2,1 Онегинская строфа 0,4 — 0,25 — — Девятистишия 0,25 — — 0,25 — Десятистишия 0,25 0,1 — — — Двенадцатистишия 0,25 0,4 — 0,5 — Набоковские показатели 142 очевидным образом тяготеют к усреднённым стандартам, что свидетельствует о сознательной ориентации поэта на классику. И теоретически, и практически он придерживался золотого античного правила, освященного непререкаемым для него авторитетом Пушкина, — «Ничего слишком!». Львиная доля набоковских произведений использует нейтральные четверостишия, астрофические построения и нетождественные строфы. Все остальные модификации распределяются довольно равномерно, если не считать заметного предпочтения, которое поэт оказывал всеобщему любимцу — сонету, но и здесь он не превышает, подобно Волошину, негласно установленных соотношений. Наибольший интерес при подобном распределении строфического репертуара представляют, конечно, не те формы, которые благодаря своему...

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