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Часть текста: was built as castles should be built: excellent strong and comfortable 4 in the taste of sensible ancientry. Tall chambers everywhere, hangings of damask in the drawing room, portraits of grandsires on the walls, 8 and stoves with varicolored tiles. All this today is obsolete, I really don't know why; and anyway it was a matter 12 of very little moment to my friend, since he yawned equally amidst modish and olden halls. III He settled in that chamber where the rural old-timer had for forty years or so squabbled with his housekeeper, 4 looked through the window, and squashed flies. It all was plain: a floor of oak, two cupboards, a table, a divan of down, and not an ink speck anywhere. Onegin 8 opened the cupboards; found in one a notebook of expenses and in the other a whole array of fruit liqueurs, pitchers of eau-de-pomme, 12 and the calendar for eighteen-eight: having a lot to do, the old man never looked into any other books. IV Alone midst his possessions, merely to while away the time, at first conceived the plan our Eugene 4 of instituting a new...

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Часть текста: was all I got for my pains. To the wonderland I had to offer, my fool preferred the corniest movies, the most cloying fudge. To think that between a Hamburger 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 ...

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Часть текста: as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged 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...

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Часть текста: 1 - 2 Part Two 1 It was then that began our extensive travels all over the States. To any other type of tourist accommodation I soon grew to prefer the Functional Motelclean, neat, safe nooks, ideal places for sleep, argument, reconciliation, insatiable illicit love. At first, in my dread of arousing suspicion, I would eagerly pay for both sections of one double unit, each containing a double bed. I wondered what type of foursome this arrangement was even intended for, since only a pharisaic parody of privacy could be attained by means of the incomplete partition dividing the cabin or room into two communicating love nests. By and by, the very possibilities that such honest promiscuity suggested (two young couples merrily swapping mates or a child shamming sleep to earwitness primal sonorities) made me bolder, and every now and then I would take a bed-and-cot or twin-bed cabin, a prison cell or paradise, with yellow window shades pulled 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...

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Часть текста: just a tiny bit of your precious time. So this was le grand moment. I had left my Lolita still sitting on the edge of the abysmal bed, drowsily raising her foot, fumbling at the shoelaces and showing as she did so the nether side of her thigh up to the crotch of her pantiesshe had always been singularly absentminded, or shameless, or both, in matters of legshow. This, then, was the hermetic vision of her which I had locked inafter satisfying myself that the door carried no inside bolt. The key, with its numbered dangler of carved wood, became forthwith the weighty sesame to a rapturous and formidable future. It was mine, it was part of my hot hairy fist. In a few minutessay, twenty, say half-an-hour, sicher its sicher as my uncle Gustave used to sayI would let myself into that “342” and find my nymphet, my beauty and bride, imprisoned in her crystal sleep. Jurors! If my happiness could have talked, it would have filled that genteel hotel with a deafening roar. And my only regret today is that I did not quietly deposit key “342” at the office, and leave the town, the country, the continent, the hemisphere,indeed, the globethat very same night. Let me explain. I was not unduly disturbed by her self-accusatory innuendoes. I was still firmly resolved to pursue my policy of sparing her purity by operating only in the stealth of night, only upon a completely anesthetized little nude. Restraint and reverence were still my motto-even if that “purity” (incidentally, thoroughly debunked by modern science) had been slightly damaged through some juvenile erotic experience, no doubt homosexual, at that accursed camp of hers. Of course, in my old-fashioned, old-world way, I, Jean-Jacques Humbert, had taken for granted, when I first met her, that she was as unravished as the stereotypical notion of “normal child” had been since the lamented end of the Ancient World...

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Часть текста: Набокова 3. Англосаксы: король Альфред Великий 3. АНГЛОСАКСЫ: КОРОЛЬ АЛЬФРЕД ВЕЛИКИЙ Доброму земблянскому христианину внушают, что истинная вера существует не затем, чтобы снабжать его картинками или географическими картами… Чарльз Кинбот ( Бледный огонь , 208, примеч. к строке 493) Thou, by Thy strong holiness drivest from far In the way that Thou wiliest each worshipping star; And through Thy great power, the sun from the night Drags darkness away by the might of her light. The moon, at Thy word, with his pale-shining rays Softens and shadows the stars as they blaze, And even the sun of her brightness bereaves Whenever upon her too closely he cleaves. ( King Alfred. A Psalm to God) [107] Если в поисках истоков своего русского наследства Набоков обращается к самому началу русской литературы — созданному в XII веке «Слову о полку Игореве», то свои английские культурные корни он локализует в кругу сочинений короля Альфреда. В конце IX века Альфред Великий, «родоначальник английской прозы» [108] , перевел наиболее значительные произведения своего времени на англосаксонский язык, заложив тем самым основу британской литературы. В «Бледном огне» этот материал также предстает отраженным в кривом зеркале Чарльза Кинбота. Не обнаружив в поэме Шейда истории своего бегства от земблянской революции, разочарованный Кинбот сетует в комментарии на то, что во время одной из прогулок поэт отвертелся от разговоров с ним обидным анекдотом о короле Альфреде, который, как говорят, любил рассказы своего норвежского приближенного, но прогонял его, когда бывал занят другими делами....

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Часть текста: для решения спорного вопроса о примате формы или чувства, выдумки или реальности в творческом процессе писателя. Строгие рамки и несвобода, которыми обусловлена работа переводчика, стали для Набокова способом взаимодействия с другими писателями. Воспринимая жизненный опыт одних, он соотносил его изложение с тем, что читал у других. Темы, образность, стилистические обороты, которые он встречал у писателя, он вновь использовал в собственных ранних стихах и привносил в работу над переводом других поэтов. Учитывая, что впоследствии Набоков любил подчеркивать свою независимость и что современная критика пытается поместить его на пересечении модернизма и постмодернизма, заслуживает внимания тот факт, что первыми, кого он почтил, были романтики и неоромантики, то есть художники, чьи чувства часто оказывались на виду у всех и чьи необычные судьбы выбивались из ряда других, наравне с их творчеством. Таким писателем был Мюссе. Он был первой «маской», которой воспользовался Набоков, чтобы рассказать о своих самых глубоких чувствах и опыте, так и оставшихся главным источником для его творчества: о воспоминаниях первой любви, о смерти отца, об утрате России. Остается только добавить сюда невозможность пользоваться родным языком — и список утрат, которыми в дальнейшем питалось творчество Набокова, будет полным. «La Nuit de décembre» было не единственным стихотворением Мюссе, которым он увлекся на первых порах. В качестве эпиграфа к первому сборнику стихотворений он взял строчки из стихотворения «Souvenir», а в 1920-х годах перевел...

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Часть текста: но один из них более или менее похож на наш мир, в то время как другой, откровенно фантастичный, является антимиром. Действие романа может разворачиваться в одном из них, но другой мир все время где-то рядом. Из другого мира просачиваются знаки и предзнаменования, которые влияют на события «первичного» мира романа, а иногда и определяют их. Набоковская космология двух миров впервые появляется в прозе начала тридцатых годов и постепенно приобретает все более важное значение в поздних английских романах. Хотя космология двух миров является более или менее постоянной, в романах она делится на два основных подтипа, отчасти в зависимости от того, какой из миров — более реальный или менее реальный — выдвинут на передний план. В романах «Приглашение на казнь», «Под знаком незаконнорожденных» и «Ада» мир героя фантастичен, и в нем герой различает скрытые узоры, подтверждающие существование «настоящего» мира, в который он стремится. Ко второму подтипу относятся романы «Solus rex», «Бледное пламя» и «Смотри на арлекинов!»: действие в основном происходит в «реальном» мире, но герои, которые (как кажется) безумны, носят внутри себя второй, фантастический мир, который для них вытесняет «реальный». В то время как герои романов первого типа стремятся обнаружить...

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Часть текста: page impairs the actual flash, the sharp unity of impression: Rug-heap, car, old man-doll, Miss O.’s nurse running with a rustle, a half-empty tumbler in her hand, back to the screened porchwhere the propped-up, imprisoned, decrepit lady herself may be imagined screeching, but not loud enough to drown the rhythmical yaps of the Junk setter walking from group to groupfrom a bunch of neighbors already collected on the sidewalk, near the bit of checked stuff, and back to the car which he had finally run to earth, and then to another group on the lawn, consisting of Leslie, two policemen and a sturdy man with tortoise shell glasses. At this point, I should explain that the prompt appearance of the patrolmen, hardly more than a minute after the accident, was due to their having been ticketing the illegally parked cars in a cross lane two blocks down the grade; that the fellow with the glasses was Frederick Beale, Jr., driver of the Packard; that his 79-year-old father, whom the nurse had just watered on the green bank where he laya banked banker so to speakwas not in a dead faint, but was comfortably and methodically recovering from a mild heart attack or its possibility; and, finally, that the laprobe on the sidewalk (where she had so often pointed out to me with disapproval the crooked green cracks) concealed the mangled remains of Charlotte Humbert who had been knocked down and dragged several feet by the Beale car as she was hurrying across the street to drop three letters in the mailbox, at the corner of Miss Opposite’s lawn. These were picked up and handed to me by a pretty child in a dirty pink frock, and I got rid of them by clawing them to fragments in my trouser pocket. Three doctors and the Farlows presently arrived on the scene and took over. The widower, a man of exceptional self-control, neither wept nor raved. He staggered a bit, that he did; but he opened his mouth...

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Часть текста: by the following note. When preparing interviews I invariably write out my replies (and sometimes additional questions) taking great care to make them as concise as possible. My replies represent unpublished material, should be printed verbatim and in toto, and copyrighted in my name. Answers may be rearranged in whatever order the interviewer car the editor wishes: for example, they may be split, with insertion of the questioner's comments or bits of descriptive matter (but none of the latter material may be ascribed to me). Unprepared remarks, quips, etc., may come from me during the actual colloquy but may nut be published without my approval. The article will be shown to me before publication so as to avoid factual errors {e. g., in names, dates, etc.). Mr. Oakes' article appeared in The Sunday Times on June 22, 1969. As a distinguished entomologist and novelist do you find that your two main preoccupations condition, restrict, or refine your view of the world? What world? Whose world? If we mean the average world of the average newspaper reader in Liverpool, Livorno, or Vilno, then we are dealing in trivial generalities. If, on the other hand, an artist invents his own world, as I think I do, then how can he be said to influence his own understanding of what he has created himself? As soon as we start defining such terms as "the writer," "the world," "the novel," and so on, we slip into a solipsismal abyss where general ideas dissolve. As to butterflies-- well, my taxonomic papers on lepidoptera were published mainly in the nineteen forties, and can be of interest to only a few specialists in certain groups of American butterflies. In itself, an aurelian's passion is not a particularly unusual sickness; but it stands outside the limits of a novelist's...

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