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Часть текста: was horribly transformed into the dull hand of one of my few correspondentsI used to recollect, with anguished amusement, the times in my trustful, pre-dolorian past when I would be misled by a jewel-bright window opposite wherein my lurking eye, the ever alert periscope of my shameful vice, would make out from afar a half-naked nymphet stilled in the act of combing her Alice-in-Wonderland hair. There was in the fiery phantasm a perfection which made my wild delight also perfect, just because the vision was out of reach, with no possibility of attainment to spoil it by the awareness of an appended taboo; indeed, it may well be that the very attraction immaturity has for me lies not so much in the limpidity of pure young forbidden fairy child beauty as in the security of a situation where infinite perfections fill the gap between the little given and the great promisedthe great rosegray never-to-be-had. Mes fentres! Hanging above blotched sunset and welling night, grinding my teeth, I would crowd all the demons of my desire against the railing of a throbbing balcony: it would be ready to take off in the apricot and black humid evening; did take offwhereupon the lighted image would move and Even would revert to a rib, and there would be nothing in the window but an obese partly clad man reading the paper. Since I sometimes won the race between my fancy and nature’s reality, the deception was bearable. Unbearable pain began when chance entered the fray and deprived me of the smile meant for me. “ Savez-vous qu’ dix ans ma petite tait folle de voius?” said a woman I talked to at a tea in Paris, and the petite had just married, miles away, and I could not even...
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Часть текста: my adolescence, the butterfly enthusiast (" le curieux, " as the honnкtes gens used to put it in judicious France, " the aurelian, " as the poets said in grove-rich England, the "fly doctor," as they wisecracked in advanced Russian circles) who wished to acquire from books a general notion of the fauna of Europe, including Russia, was compelled to scrabble for his crumbs of information in entomological journals in six languages and in multivolume, hard-to-find editions such as the Oberthьr books or those of Grand Duke Nikolai Mikhailovich. The absence or utter inadequacy of "references" in the atlases ad usum Delphini, the tedious perusal of the index of names enclosed with an annual volume of a monthly journal, the sheer number of these journals and volumes (in my father's library there were more than a thousand of the latter alone, representing a good hundred journals) - all this had to be overcome in order to hunt down the necessary reference, if it existed at all. Nonetheless, even in my exceptionally propitious situation things were not easy: Russia, particularly in the north, dwelt in a mist, while the local lists, scattered through the journals, totally haphazard, scanty, and cruelly inaccurate in nomenclature, only maddened me when at last I ferreted them out. My father was the preeminent entomologist of his ...
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Часть текста: коня. Соответственно в области подтекста эти темы раскрываются, подсвечиваются и дополняются введением в текст аллюзий на такие произведения-претексты как: - книга Л. Кэрролла «Алиса в зазеркалье» с её образом Белого шахматного рыцаря (White Knight) – аллегорического авторского двойника, - или «Медный Всадник» Пушкина, рассмотренный в контексте, или сквозь призму критических и художественных текстов Мережковского, Брюсова, Белого, представляющих эволюцию символа Медного Всадника, - или история рыцаря-безумца в «Дон Кихоте» Сервантеса. Вместе с тем, когда мы переходим к рассмотрению в произведении философского, смыслового подтекста мы видим, что в построении выразительной целостности этого совокупно-единого высказывания, вместе с «ведущей мелодией», разворачивающимся «лейтмотивом», автором задействуется целая гамма сопутствующих тематических звучаний. И в качестве поясняющей музыкальной аллегории хотел бы использовать образ симфонического звучания тем в самом романе и в актуализируемых в нем подтекстах. «Симфонического», т. е. созвучного (Симфония - др. -греч. συμφωνία — «созвучие, стройное звучание, стройность»). Отчасти этим термином будет подчеркнута и противоположность набоковского подхода выразительному методу Достоевского, который Бахтин описал как «полифонизм» (от «Полифония». лат. polyphonia , от др. -греч. πολυφωνία букв. «многозвучие»). Или, иллюстрируя логику дальнейшего рассмотрения тайных механизмов романа, употребим соответствующую им шахматную аллегорию. Ходом коня мы...
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Часть текста: a single passion," wrote Vladimir Nabokov. "If my first glance of the morning was for the sun, my first thought was for the butterflies it would engender." It was an unusual way to view the world, and one that not many readers - even those who adore Nabokov - may have fully appreciated. In fact, the ferocity of Nabokov's obsession with butterflies has only just been made clear to general readers with the publication of Nabokov's Butterflies, a fascinating volume of unpublished and uncorrected writings on the subject, edited by the Russian author's tireless biographer and critic Brian Boyd, with Robert Michael Pyle, an expert in butterflies. All translations are, as usual, by Nabokov's son Dmitri, who has lavished time and unusual talent on his father's work over several decades. More than 700 densely printed pages on this subject may strike even the most sympathetic reader as overkill. Does anybody really want to read page after page of Nabokov's highly technical descriptions of various butterflies? Are these writings "important" to anyone, even lepidopterists? Is there any connection between Nabokov's passion for "lepping" and his fiction? I suspect "no" is the correct answer to all but the final question, which one must answer resoundingly in the affirmative. In his shrewd introduction Boyd teases out the connections between the writer and the...
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Часть текста: имеют в то же время различное применение. Представляется необходимым по отдельности рассматривать понятие природного возвышенного (то есть проявление возвышенного в природе, как, например, разгул стихий, о котором философы говорили еще в древности), чувство возвышенного (посещающее индивидуума при виде того или иного явления вне зависимости от его природы), возвышенный стиль (предполагающий безусловное присутствие риторических элементов), а также возвышенное как категорию эстетическую или философскую. Упоминая некоторые поэтические элементы, относящиеся к возвышенному, в данной статье мы тем не менее ограничимся размышлениями о философской системе, которую пытался создать Хармс и которая в различных аспектах относится к возвышенному. Если говорить о произведении искусства, то перед нами стоит такая же трудность. Необходимо определить в какой-то мере ту точку, в которой расположено возвышенное: возвышенное может быть в изображаемом предмете, который представлен таким, каким он существует в природе (например, в романтическом...
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Часть текста: even an explanation of the “Birdsley” telephone call… But if I could dismiss Trapp, as I had dismissed my convulsions on the lawn at Champion, I could do nothing with the anguish of knowing Lolita to be so tantalizingly, so miserably unattainable and beloved on the very even of a new era, when my alembics told me she should stop being a nymphet, stop torturing me. An additional, abominable, and perfectly gratuitous worry was lovingly prepared for me in Elphinstone. Lo had been dull and silent during the last laptwo hundred mountainous miles uncontaminated by smoke-gray sleuths or zigzagging zanies. She hardly glanced at the famous, oddly shaped, splendidly flushed rock which jutted above the mountains and had been the take-off for nirvana on the part of a temperamental show girl. The town was newly built, or rebuilt, on the flat floor of a seven-thousand-foot-high valley; it would soon bore Lo, I hoped, and we would spin on to California, to the Mexican border, to mythical bays, saguaro desserts, fatamorganas. Jos Lizzarrabengoa, as you remember, planned to take his Carmen to the Etats Unis. I conjured up a Central American tennis competition in which Dolores Haze and various Californian schoolgirl...
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Часть текста: 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...
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Часть текста: in some almost successful disguise—as a professor of English at the University of Auckland, New Zealand. An unlikely plot, but the real story is no less exceptional: Brian Boyd, author of the prize-winning 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...
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Часть текста: то, что с понедельника он будет Лужиным» [661]. «Поразить» — это ведь еще и «одержать победу». Как и всякий персонаж, Лужин уже проиграл к моменту начала романа [662].) Вырвавшись из книги на волю в день своего рождения, «ясноглазый» («infantine-eyed», т. е. «с глазами младенца») (Pnin. 179) Пнин забывает теорию Лизиного ментора о том, что «рождение представляет собою акт самоубийства со стороны младенца» («theory of birth being an act of suicide on the part of the infant») (Pnin. 183) [663]. Однако степени поражения бывают разные — Пнину удалось бежать из одного сюжета в другой, из мира просто извращенного в мир поэтический. Удалось ли?.. У Набокова оппозиция между перверсией и поэзией постоянно подвергается деконструкции: существование одной и другой может быть обосновано — более того, обусловлено — только отражением одной в другой. Когда Пнина-лектора представляют аудитории, его фамилию произносят как «Professor Pun-neen» (Pnin. 26), и можно подумать, что он — воплощение каламбура («pun»). Ведь что есть каламбур, как не вербальный взгляд...
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Часть текста: were taken of the swarms that arose at my passage, and other hours of the day were devoted to the reproduction of the interview proper. It eventually appeared on the Bookstand program and was published in The Listener (November 22, 1962). I have mislaid the cards on which I had written my answers. I suspect that the published text was taken straight from the tape for it teems with inaccuracies. These I have tried to weed out ten years later but was forced to strike out a few sentences here and there when memory refused to restore the sense flawed by defective or improperly mended speech. The poem I quote (with metrical accents added) will be found translated into English in Chapter Two of The Gift, G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York, 1963. Would you ever go back to Russia? I will never go back, for the simple reason that all the Russia I need is always with me: literature, language, and my own Russian childhood. I will never return. I will never surrender. And anyway, the grotesque shadow of a police state will not be dispelled in my lifetime. I don't think they know my works there-- oh, perhaps a number of readers exist there in my special secret service, but let us not forget that Russia has grown tremendously provincial during these forty years, apart from the fact that people there are told what to read, what to think. In America I'm happier than in any other country. It is in America that I found my best...