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Часть текста: 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 consult one of the many pamphlets devoted to chess that must surely exist in every language written and read in the civilized world. The word chess derives from Middle English ches or chesse , thence from Old French eschec (francophones will hear here an echo of the French word for failure, a not irrelevant observation for the case under discussion), or echac ,2 thence from Persian shah , a king, the most important piece in the game. Luzhin, the eponymous hero, is our king: He remembered especially the time when he was quite small, playing all alone, and wrapping himself up in the tiger rug, to represent, rather forlornly, a king (p. 70, 4). (Indeed. A young and pretty princelet, I too played at being king. Note the tiger rug, which...
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Часть текста: пространства» (так и не завершенного, однако составившего обзором заднего вида предисловие к его «Ткани времени»). Часть этого творения, опус довольно вычурный, однако ядовито-убедительный, появился в первом номере (январь 1904) ныне широко известного американского ежемесячника «Артизан» {156} , комментарий же к отрывку сохранился в одном из трагически официальных писем (уничтожены все, кроме этого), которые время от времени посылала ему открытой почтой его сестра. Так или иначе, но после обмена посланиями в связи с гибелью Люсетт установилась, не без молчаливого согласия Демона, такая вот неконспиративная переписка: И над вершинами Молчанья 126* Изгнанник Рая пролетал: Под ним Монтпек, как в назиданье, Алмаза гранями сиял. Упорное игнорирование друг друга могло бы в самом деле показаться более подозрительным, чем строки приводимого ниже послания: Ранчо Агавия 5 февраля, 1905 г. Только что прочла «Отражения в заливе Сидра» Ивана Вина и нахожу, дорогой профессор, что это замечательная работа. «Упущенные стрелы судьбы» и иные поэтические откровения напомнили, как лет двадцать тому назад ты раза два или три гостил у нас и мы пили чай с булочками. Я была тогда, как ты помнишь (какая самонадеянность!) petite fille modèle [484] упражнявшейся в стрельбе из лука у парапета с вазой, ты же был застенчивый школьник (в кого, как догадывалась мама, я, наверное, была немножко влюблена!), безропотно поднимавший мои стрелы, упущенные в запущенные кущи упущенного замка детства...
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Часть текста: and a Humburger, she wouldinvariably, with icy precisionplump for the former. There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child. Did I mention the name of that milk bar I visited a moment ago? It was, of all things, The Frigid Queen. Smiling a little sadly, I dubbed her My Frigid Princess. 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, had become the rational pursuit of a...
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Часть текста: Chapter three CHAPTER THREE Elle était fille; elle était amoureuse. Malfilâtre I “Whither? Ah me, those poets!” “Good-by, Onegin. Time for me to leave.” “I do not hold you, but where do 4 you spend your evenings?” “At the Larins'.” “Now, that's a fine thing. Mercy, man — and you don't find it difficult thus every evening to kill time?” 8 “Not in the least.” “I cannot understand. From here I see what it is like: first — listen, am I right? — a simple Russian family, 12 a great solicitude for guests, jam, never-ending talk of rain, of flax, of cattle yard.” II “So far I do not see what's bad about it.” “Ah, but the boredom — that is bad, my friend.” “Your fashionable world I hate; 4 dearer to me is the domestic circle in which I can…” “Again an eclogue! Ah, that will do, old boy, for goodness' sake. Well, so you're off; I'm very sorry. 8 Oh, Lenski, listen — is there any way for me to see this Phyllis, subject of thoughts, and pen, and tears, and rhymes, et cetera? 12 Present me.” “You are joking.” “No.” “I'd gladly.” “When?” “Now, if you like. They will be eager to receive us.” III “Let's go.”...