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Часть текста: the greatest menace to happy domestic life is CHESS." -- Shakhmatnaia goriachka 1 Zashchita Luzhina [literally, Luzhin's Defense] was written in 1929 while the Master and his wife were vacationing and hunting butterflies in the Pyren?es Orientales and published serially, first in Rul' (one chapter), then in Sovremennye zapiski , nos. 40-42, and finally in book form later that same year by Slovo in Berlin. An English version, translated by the author in collaboration with Michael Scammell, was published in 1964 by Putnam as The Defenestration . This edition is true to the original with the exception of two references to Zembla that the author, or the translator, or an unnamed editor, or an inattentive typesetter, chose to remove, or happened to remove inadvertantly, from Chapters Two and Five. Zashchita Luzhina is a book about chess, "a game of skill played by two persons, each having sixteen pieces to move in different ways, on a board divided into 64 squares, alternately light and dark." (I owe this pithy definition to Webster.) If the reader does not know, or has forgotten, the rules to the game, he or she is invited to...

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Часть текста: Mr. Nabokov ei! ther wrote out his answers to the questions or dictated them to the interviewer; in some instances, notes from the conversation were later recast as formal questions-and-answers. The interviewer was Nabokov's student at Cornell University in 1954, and the references are to Literature 311-312 (MWF, 12), a course on the Masterpieces of European Fiction (Jane Austen, Gogol, Dickens, Flaubert, Tolstoy, Stevenson, Kafka, Joyce, and Proust). Its enrollment had reached four hundred by the time of Nabokov's resignation in 1959. The footnotes to the interview, except where indicated, are provided by the interviewer, Alfred Appel, Jr. For years bibliographers and literary journalists didn't know whether to group you under "Russian" or "American. "Now that you're living in Switzerland there seems to be complete agreement that you're American. Do you find this kind of distinction at all important regarding your identity as a writer? I have always maintained, even as a schoolboy in Russia, that the nationality of a worthwhile writer is of secondary importance. The more distinctive an insect's aspect, the less apt the taxonomist is to glance first of all at the locality label under the pinned specimen in order to decide which of several vaguely described races it should be...

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Часть текста: She did not see the wistful joke. Oh, d not scowl at me, reader, I do not intend to convey the impressin that I did not manage to be happy. Readeer must understand that in the possession and thralldom of a nymphet the enchanted traveler stands, as it were, beyond happiness. For there is no other bliss on earth comparable to that of fondling a nymphet. It is hors concours , that bliss, it belongs to another class, another plane of sensitivity. Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradisea paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flamesbut still a paradise. The able psychiatrist who studies my caseand whom by now Dr. Humbert has plunged, I trust, into a state of leporine fascinationis no doubt anxious to have me take Lolita to the seaside and have me find there, at last, the “gratification” of a lifetime urge, and release from the “subconscious” obsession of an incomplete childhood romance with the initial little Miss Lee. Well, comrade, let me tell you that I did look for a beach, though I also have to confess that by the time we reached its mirage of gray water, so many delights had already been granted me by my traveling companion that the search for a Kingdom by the Sea, a Sublimated Riviera, or whatnot, far from being the impulse of the subconscious, ...

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Часть текста: II 5. ИСТОРИЯ: КОРОЛЬ КАРЛ II …love automatically rhymes with blood, nature with liberty, sadness with distance, humane with everlasting, prince with mud… Vladimir Nabokov. An Evening of Russian Poetry [162] Умирает со скуки историк: за Мамаем все тот же Мамай. Владимир Набоков. О правителях [163] Скрытые англосаксонские этимологии, обнаруживаемые в словах земблянского языка, указывают на тему мести за убийство родственника; развитие английского языка в «Бледном огне» увязано со смертью отца Набокова. Английская история, отраженная в романе, начинается с короля Альфреда; следующее по времени историческое событие, выделяемое Набоковым, — это английская революция. Кинбот идентифицируется с королем Карлом II Английским, который был вынужден удалиться в изгнание, но впоследствии вернул себе трон. Он увлечен образом Карла II потому, что сам мнит себя свергнутым королем. Его не интересуют ни причины революции Кромвеля, ни то обстоятельство, что Кромвель казнил Карла I. Однако и здесь навязчивая идея Кинбота скрывает значимый для самого Набокова смысл: отсылки к английской Реставрации в «Бледном огне» — это своего рода способ раскрыть политическое измерение темы гибели Владимира Дмитриевича Набокова от руки убийцы. Как мы уже отмечали в предисловии, характер гибели Джона Шейда, воспринятой Кинботом в качестве неудачной попытки цареубийства, напоминает о том, что...

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Часть текста: размышлений его старшего современника – Л. Шестова, и является частью набоковского с ним диалога-полемики. Мы показали, что лейтмотивом, «ведущей мелодией», связанной с композиционным узлом произведения можно рассматривать комплекс тем трактующих аллегорически-психологическое превращение автора шахматной защиты Лужина в её жертвенного персонажа – черного шахматного 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...

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Часть текста: с. 175–199) любопытную параллель между днем Онегина и четверостишиями Якова Толстого (абсолютно бездарными), написанными весьма архаичными четырехстопными ямбами с налетом журналистской лихости, предвещающей сатиру середины века, и озаглавленными «Послание к Петербургскому жителю» (в сборнике дрянных стихов «Мое праздное время» [май?], 1821), где есть такие строчки: //Проснувшись поутру с обедней, К полудню кончишь туалет; Меж тем лежит уже в передней Зазывный на вечер билет… ……………………………………… Спешишь, как будто приневолен, Шагами мерить булевар… ……………………………………… Но час обеденный уж близок… ……………………………………… Пора в театр туда к балету, Я знаю, хочешь ты поспеть И вот чрез пять минут в спектакле Ты в ложах лорнируешь дам… ……………………………………… Домой заехавши, фигурке [отвратительный германизм] Своей ты придал лучший тон, — И вот уж прыгаешь в мазурке… ……………………………………… С восходом солнца...

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Часть текста: in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin Chapter seven CHAPTER SEVEN Moscow! Russia's favorite daughter! Where is your equal to be found? Dmitriev How not to love one's native Moscow? Baratïnski “Reviling Moscow! This is what comes from seeing the world! Where is it better, then?” “Where we are not.” Griboedov I Chased by the vernal beams, down the surrounding hills the snows already have run in turbid streams 4 onto the inundated fields. With a serene smile, nature greets through her sleep the morning of the year. Bluing, the heavens shine. 8 The yet transparent woods as if with down are greening. The bee flies from her waxen cell after the tribute of the field. 12 The dales grow dry and varicolored. The herds are noisy, and the nightingale has sung already in the hush of nights. II How sad your apparition is to me, spring, spring, season of love! What a dark...

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Часть текста: life reads like a novel written by an author so 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 at least hastened along, by a special, nearly untraceable poison whose unpronounceable name I will not reveal here for fear that some unbalanced individual bearing a grudge against a family member, former love, noisy neighbor, or...

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Часть текста: I am not referring to Trapp or Trapps. After allwell, really… After all, gentlemen, it was becoming abundantly clear that all those identical detectives in prismatically changing cars were figments of my persecution mania, recurrent images based on coincidence and chance resemblance. 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...

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Часть текста: (mouth open, in a kind of dull amazement at the curiously inane life we all had rigged up for her) and satisfied myself that the precious contents of the “luizetta” were safe. There, snugly wrapped in a white woolen scarf, lay a pocket automatic: caliber. 32, capacity of magazine 8 cartridges, length a little under one ninth of Lolita’s length, stock checked walnut, finish full blued. I had inherited it from the late Harold Haze, with a 1938 catalog which cheerily said in part: “Particularly well adapted for use in the home and car as well as on the person.” There it lay, ready for instant service on the person or persons, loaded and fully cocked with the slide lock in safety position, thus precluding any accidental discharge. We must remember that a pistol is the Freudian symbol of the Ur-father’s central forelimb. I was now glad I had it with meand even more glad that I had learned to use it two years before, in the pine forest around my and Charlotte’s glass lake. Farlow, with whom I had roamed those remote woods, was an admirable marksman, and with his. 38 actually managed to hit a hummingbird, though I must say not much of it could be retrieved for proofonly a little iridescent fluff. A burley ex-policeman called Krestovski, who in the twenties had shot and killed two escaped convicts, joined us and bagged a tiny woodpeckercompletely out of season, incidentally. Between those two sportsmen I of course was a novice and kept missing everything, though I did would a squirrel on a later occasion when I went out alone. “You like here,” I whispered to my...

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