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Часть текста: presented here have been selected to accompany Nabokov's plays because they embody, in concentrated form, many of his principal guidelines for writing, reading, and performing plays. The reader is urged to bear in mind, however, that, later in life, Father might have expressed certain thoughts differently. The lectures were partly in typescript and partly in manuscript, replete with Nabokov's corrections, additions, deletions, occasional slips of the pen, and references to previous and subsequent installments of the course. I have limited myself to what editing seemed necessary for the presentation of the lectures in essay form. If Nabokov had been alive, he might perhaps have performed more radical surgery. He might also have added that the gruesome throes of realistic suicide he finds unacceptable onstage (in "The Tragedy of Tragedy") are now everyday fare on kiddies' TV, while "adult" entertainment has long since outdone all the goriness of the Grand Guignol. He might have observed that the aberrations of theatrical method wherein the illusion of a barrier between stage and audience is shattered - a phenomenon he considered "freakish" - are now commonplace: actors wander and mix; the audience is invited to participate; it is then applauded by the players in a curious reversal of roles made chic by Soviet performers ordered to emulate the mise-en-sce´ne of party congresses; and the term "happening" has already managed to grow obsolescent. He might have commented that the quest for originality for its own sake has led to ludicrous excesses and things have taken their...
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Часть текста: (Fyodor Tyutchev, перевод Набокова) Silentium. Fyodor Tyutchev (translated by Vladimir Nabokov) Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal the way you dream, the things you feel. Deep in your spirit let them rise akin to stars in crystal skies that set before the night is blurred: delight in them and speak no word. How can a heart expression find? How should another know your mind? Will he discern what quickens you? A thought once uttered is untrue. Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred: drink at the source and speak no word. Live in your inner self alone within your soul a world has grown, the magic of veiled thoughts that might be blinded by the outer light, drowned in the noise of day, unheard... take in their song and speak no word. Федор Тютчев SILENTIUM! Молчи, скрывайся и таи И чувства и мечты свои - Пускай в душевной глибине Встают и заходят оне Безмолвно, как звезды в ночи, - Любуйся ими - и молчи. Как сердцу высказать себя? Другому как понять тебя? Поймет ли он, чем ты живешь? Мысль изреченная есть ложь. Взрывая, возмутишь ключи, - Питайся...
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Часть текста: may lead to our involuntarily sinking into the history of that object." A number of such instances of falling through the present's "tension film" are given in the course of the book. There is the personal history of a pencil. There is also, in a later chapter, the past of a shabby room, where, instead of focusing on Person and the prostitute, the spectral observer drifts down into the middle of the previous century and sees a Russian traveler, a minor Dostoevski, occupying that room, between Swiss gambling house and Italy. Another critic has said- Yes, I am coming to that. Reviewers of my little book made the lighthearted mistake of assuming that seeing through things is the professional function of a novelist. Actually, that kind of generalization is not only a dismal commonplace but is specifically untrue. Unlike the mysterious observer or observers in Transparent Things, a novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past. So who is that observer; who are those italicized "we" in the fourteenth line of the novel; who, for goodness' sake, is the "I" in its very first line? The solution, my friend, is so simple that one is almost embarrassed to furnish it. But here goes. An incidental but curiously active component of my novel is Mr. R ., an American writer of German extraction. He writes English more correctly than he speaks it. In conversation R. has an annoying habit of introducing here and there the automatic "you know" of the German emigre, and, more painfully yet, of misusing, garbling, or padding the commonest American cliche. A good specimen is his intrusive, though well meant, admonition in the last line of my last chapter: "Easy, you know, does it, son." Some reviewers saw in Mr. R. a portrait or parody of Mr. N. Exactly. They were led to that notion by ...
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Часть текста: 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 stir there is 4 in my soul, in my blood! With what oppressive tenderness I revel in the whiff of spring fanning my face 8 in the lap of the rural stillness! Or is enjoyment strange to me, and all that gladdens, animates, all that exults and gleams, 12 casts spleen and languishment upon a soul long dead and all looks dark to it? III Or gladdened not by the return of leaves that perished in the autumn, a bitter loss we recollect, 4 harking to the new murmur of the woods; or with reanimated nature we compare in troubled thought the withering of our years, 8 for which there is no renovation? Perhaps there comes into our thoughts, midst a poetical reverie, some other ancient spring, 12 which sets our heart aquiver with the dream of a distant clime, a marvelous night, a moon.... IV Now is the time: good lazybones, epicurean sages; you, equanimous fortunates; 4 you, fledglings of the Lyóvshin 41 school; you, country Priams; and sentimental ladies, you; spring calls you to the country, 8 season of warmth, of flowers, of labors, of inspired rambles, and of seductive nights. Friends! to the fields, quick, quick; 12 in heavy loaden chariots; with your own horses or with posters; out of the...
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Часть текста: "реальности", как в миметическом романе" (Sukenick 1985: 9; там, где это специально не оговаривается, перевод мой. - М. Г. ). Пространственность текста связана с пространственностью и иконичностью самого языка (Rossholm 1995). Супралинеарные связи и перекрестные ссылки, следы процесса "композиции" текста требуют одновременности и объемности восприятия. Поль Валери утверждал, что письменная форма должна полностью изменить литературу: это текст, который не произносится, а "просматривается", утрачивает свойства ритмичности и последовательности в пользу "моментальности" (Modernism 1991: 207). Набоков развивает сходную мысль в "Лекциях по зарубежной литературе": "... трудоемкий процесс перемещения взгляда слева направо, строчка за строчкой, страница за страницей, та сложная работа, которую мы проделываем, сам пространственно-временной процесс осмысления книги мешает эстетическому ее восприятию. <...> У нас нет физического органа (такого, каким в случае с живописью является глаз), который мог бы разом вобрать в себя целое, а затем заниматься подробностями. Но при втором, третьем, четвертом чтении мы в каком-то смысле обращаемся с книгой так же, как с картиной" (Набоков 1998: 26). Перевод пространственных языков в язык вербальный - один из элементов художественной рефлексии модернизма. Интересно, что Флобер, который считается ранним модернистом, часто описывает свои литературные эксперименты на языке романтизма, апеллируя, например, к музыке. Так, знаменитую сцену сельскохозяйственной выставки в "Мадам Бовари", которую современные критики классифицируют как "монтаж" или...