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Часть текста: в сторону поток общерусской литературы, который – придет время – вольется в общее русло этой литературы» StruvieG__Russkaialitieratura [1]. Эти слова оказались пророческими. Для нас, однако, важно другое: этот, как представлялось в течение нескольких десятилетий, благодушно-мечтательный прогноз заключал в себе точно сформулированную и адресованную литературоведам будущего методологическую задачу. Сегодня она стала одной из актуальных для русистики, как отечественной, так и зарубежной – изучение обоих потоков русской литературы XX в. как единого художественного феномена, развивавшегося в русле общеевропейского художественного процесса. В контексте поставленной проблемы анализ параллели Герман Гессе – Владимир Набоков – Михаил Булгаков представляет интерес тем больший, что корреляции здесь не столь очевидны и сравнительно мало изучены Sm___NivaZh__Dva___zierkalnykh [2]. До сих пор единственным сравнительно развитым направлением сопоставительно-типологического анализа творчества этих культовых писателей XX в. было выявление перекличек в области гностической проблематики. Началось все с...

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Часть текста: и описанной им в научной литературе бабочке он сочинил на английском языке стихотворение «On Discovering a Butterfly» («Об открытии бабочки»), которое в последующем публиковалось под более коротким названием - «A Discovery» («Открытие»). Произведение было написано в начале декабря 1942 г., когда Набоков ехал в поезде из Нью-Йорка в Вашингтон. Считается, что стихотворение повторяет ритм движущегося железнодорожного вагона. Впервые оно было опубликовано в популярном американском еженедельнике «Нью-Йоркер» 15 мая 1943 г. Приведем полный текст стихотворения [7, c. 273-274]: A Discovery I found it in a legendary land all rocks and lavender and tufted grass, where it was settled on some sodden sand hard by the torrent of a mountain pass. The features it combines mark it as new to science: shape and shade - the special tinge, akin to moonlight, tempering its blue, the dingy underside, the chequered fringe. My needles have teased out its sculptured sex; corroded tissues could no longer hide that priceless mote now dimpling the convex and limpid teardrop on a lighted slide. Smoothly a screw is turned; out of the mist two ambered hooks symmetrically slope, or scales like battledores of amethyst cross the charmed circle of the microscope. I found it and I named it, being versed in taxonomic Latin; thus became godfather to an insect and its first describer - and I want no other fame. Wide open on its pin (though fast asleep), and safe from creeping relatives and rust, in the secluded stronghold where we keep type specimens it will transcend its dust. Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss, poems that take a thousand years to die but ape the immortality of this...

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Часть текста: 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 half-alive, adjust for him his pillows, 12 sadly serve him his medicine, sigh — and think inwardly when will the devil take you?” II Thus a young scapegrace thought as with post horses in the dust he flew, by the most lofty will of Zeus 4 the heir of all his kin. Friends of Lyudmila and Ruslan! The hero of my novel, without preambles, forthwith, 8 I'd like to have you...

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Часть текста: Telluride turned out to be a damp, unfrequented, but very spectacular cul-de-sac (which a prodigious rainbow straddied every evening) at the end of two converging roads, one from Placerville, the other from Dolores, both atrocious. There is one motel, the optimistic and excellent Valley View Court where my wife and I stayed, at 9,000 feet altitude, from the 3rd to the 29th of July, walking up daily to at least 12,000 feet along various more or less steep trails in search of sublivens. Once or twice Mr. Homer Reid of Telluride took us up in his jeep. Every morning the sky would be of an impeccable blue at 6 a. m. when I set out. The first innocent cloudlet would scud across at 7: 30 a. m. Bigger fellows with darker bellies would start tampering with the sun around 9 a. m., just as we emerged from the shadow of the cliffs and trees onto good hunting grounds. Everything would be cold and gloomy half an hour later. At around 10 a. m. there would come the daily electric storm, in several installments, accompanied by the most irritatingly close lightning I have ever encountered anywhere in the Rockies, not excepting Longs Peak, which is saying a good deal, and followed by cloudy and rainy weather through the rest of the day. After 10 days of this, and despite diligent subsequent exploration, only one sparse colony of sublivens was found. On that one spot my wife found a freshly emerged male on the 15th. Three days later I had the pleasure of discovering the unusual-looking female. Between the 15th and the 28th, a dozen hours of windy but passable collecting weather in all (not counting the hours and hours uselessly spent in mist and rain) yielded only 54 specimens, of which 16 were females. Had I been younger and weighed less, I might have perhaps got another 50, but hardly much more than that, and, possibly, the higher ridges I vainly investigated between 12,000 and 14,000 feet at the end of July, in the...

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Часть текста: В 7 т. М., 1977. 9. Достоевский Ф. М. Полное собрание сочинений: В 30 томах. Л., 1972–1990. 10. Манн Т. Собрание сочинений в 8 т. М., 2009. Т. 8. 11. Набоков В. В. Собрание сочинений американского периода: В 5 томах. СПб, 1997–1999. 12. Набоков В. В. Собрание сочинений русского периода: В 5 т. СПб, 2001–2004. 13. Набоков В. В. Лаура и ее оригинал. М., 2009. 14. Набоков В. В. Лекции по русской литературе. М., 1996. 15. Набоков В. В. Комментарий к роману А. С. Пушкина «Евгений Онегин». СПб, 1998. 16. Набоков В. В. Лекции по зарубежной литературе. М., 1998. 17. Набоков В. В. Лекции о «Дон Кихоте». М., 2002. 18. Пушкин А. С. Полн. собр. соч.: В 10 т. Л., 1977–1979. 19. Шекспир В. Гамлет // пер. с англ. Б. Л. Пастернака. Собрание переводов: В 5 т. М., 2003. Т. 1. С. 10–42. Литература: 1. Абрагам П. Павел Флоренский и Михаил Булгаков // Философские науки. 1990. № 7. С. 95—100. 2. Аверин Б. Гений тотального воспоминания: О прозе Набокова // Звезда. Владимир Набоков. К 100-летию со дня рождения. 1999. № 4. С. 158–164. 3. Аверин Б. Дар Мнемозины: Романы Набокова в контексте русской автобиографической традиции. СПб, 2003. 4. Аверинцев С. Путь Германа Гессе // Гессе Г. Избранное. М., 1977. С. 3–26. 5. Агарков В. И. Универсум игры Германа...

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Часть текста: Soyons logiques , crowed the cocky Gallic part of my brainand proceeded to rout the notion of a Lolita-maddened salesman or comedy gangster, with stooges, persecuting me, and hoaxing me, and otherwise taking riotous advantage of my strange relations with the law. I remember humming my panic away. I remember evolving 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...

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Часть текста: contriving of Boyan. For he, vatic Boyan if he wished to make a laud for one, ranged in thought [like the nightingale] over the tree; like the gray wolf across land; like the smoky eagle up to the clouds. For as he recalled, said he, the feuds of initial times, "He set ten falcons upon a flock of swans, and the one first overtaken, sang a song first"- to Yaroslav of yore, and to brave Mstislav who slew Rededya before the Kasog troops, and to fair Roman son of Svyatoslav. To be sure, brothers, Boyan did not [really] set ten falcons upon a flock of swans: his own vatic fingers he laid on the live strings, which then twanged out by themselves a paean to princes. So let us begin, brothers, this tale- from Vladimir of yore to nowadays Igor. who girded his mind with fortitude, and sharpened his heart with manliness; [thus] imbued with the spirit of arms, he led his brave troops against the Kuman land in the name of the Russian land. Boyan apostrophized O Boyan, nigh tingale of the times of old! If you were to trill [your praise of] these troops, while hopping, nightingale, over the tre e of thought; [if you were] flying in mind up to the clouds; [if] weaving paeans around these times, [you were] roving the Troyan Trail, across fields onto hills; then the song to be sung of Igor, that grandson of Oleg [, would be]: "No storm has swept falcons across wide fields; flocks of daws flee toward the Great Don"; or you might intone thus, vatic Boyan, grandson of Veles: "Steeds neigh beyond the Sula; glory rings in Kiev; trumpets blare in Novgorod[-Seversk]; banners are raised in Putivl." Vsievolod's speech Igor waits for his dear brother Vsevolod. And Wild Bull Vsevolod [arrives and] says to him: "My one brother, one bright brightness, you Igor! We both are Svyatoslav's sons. Saddle, brother, your swift steeds. As to mine, they are ready, saddled ahead, near Kursk; as to my...

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Часть текста: в деле оказался замешан ее сын). 25 ноября, во вторник, Набоковы ужинали в Нью-Йорке с издателем Уолтером Минтоном в любимом заведении театральной богемы - ресторане Cafe Chambord на Третьей авеню, На ужине присутствовала и жена Минтона, Полли 2 . Супруги были в ссоре. Издатель увлекся “субреткой-профурсеткой из ночного клуба Latin Quartef ’ , а миссис Минтон узнала о романе всего лишь неделю назад из статьи в журнале Time. Полли была убита горем. “Она очень красивая девушка, - писала Вера в дневнике, - испуганная, растерянная”, добрая и хорошая мать троих детей. До выхода “Лолиты” супруги жили дружно и счастливо: по словам Полли, “после этого Уолтер завел множество новых знакомств и сбился с пути”^ 4 из-за бури, разразившейся вокруг романа. История напоминала водевиль 5 : именно любовница Минтона впервые рассказала ему о “Лолите” (он ничего не знал о романе до 1957 года, несмотря на публикацию в Париже), так что, по законам издательства, ей полагалось вознаграждение за то, что она нашла интересную книгу. Дмитрий и MGA 1957 года. Фотограф неизвестен. С разрешения Roger Boylan, Autosavant Magazine и Ariane Csonka. Веру неприятно поразило, что Полли так откровенно рассказывает о своей беде “чужому человеку” (сама Вера была куда более сдержанна). Тут появился Дмитрий. Он был на еженедельном собрании резервистов; Набоковы, Минтоны и Толлеры завернули за угол, чтобы посмотреть на его новую машину, MG 1957 года 6 , которую даже его мать называла “красавицей”. Полли Минтон попросила ее прокатить. Дмитрий уехал с Полли, а Минтон и Набоковы взяли такси и отправились в гостиницу, где, как записала Вера в дневнике (впоследствии она вычеркнула эту запись), “втроем сидели и ждали, ждали, ждали”....

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Часть текста: 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 time, and very well off to boot, but the ordinary amateur, unable to dispatch his scouts throughout Russia, and denied the opportunity - or not knowing how - to gain access to specialized collections and libraries (and an accidental boon, the hasty inspection of collections at a lepidopterological society or in the cellar of some museum, does not satisfy the true enthusiast, who needs to have the boon always at hand), had no choice but to hope for a miracle. And that miracle dawned in 1912 with the appearance of my father's four-volume work...

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Часть текста: down 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 unhygienically heaped) asking guests not to throw into its bowl garbage, beer cans, cartons, stillborn babies; others had special notices under glass, such as Things to Do (Riding: You will often ...

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