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Are berry-pecking. A cicada sings. The bird of lines and is again with us. It will reappear in the ultimate line of the poem; and another cicada, leaving its envelope behind, will sing triumphantly at lines Life is a message scribbled in the dark. That Englishman in Nice,. Lafontaine was wrong:. Your steps upstairs, and all is right, my dear. In his diary the entry of May 4, Chekhov says that in Melikhovo he was visited by Dasha Musin-Pushkin whose husband, engineer Glebov, was killed during a hunt , aka Cicada, who sang a lot:. Много пела». В Ореанде сидели на скамье, недалеко от церкви, смотрели вниз на море и молчали. Ялта была едва видна сквозь утренний туман, на вершинах гор неподвижно стояли белые облака. Листва не шевелилась на деревьях, кричали цикады и однообразный, глухой шум моря, доносившийся снизу, говорил о покое, о вечном сне, какой ожидает нас. Так шумело внизу, когда еще тут не было ни Ялты, ни Ореанды, теперь шумит и будет шуметь так же равнодушно и глухо, когда нас не будет. И в этом постоянстве, в полном равнодушии к жизни и смерти каждого из нас кроется, быть может, залог нашего вечного спасения, непрерывного движения жизни на земле, непрерывного совершенства. At Oreanda they sat on a seat not far from the church, looked down at the sea, and were silent. Yalta was hardly visible through the morning mist; white clouds stood motionless on the mountain-tops. The leaves did not stir on the trees, cicadas twanged, and the monotonous hollow sound of the sea rising up from below, spoke of the peace, of the eternal sleep awaiting us. So it must have sounded when there was no Yalta, no Oreanda here; so it sounds now, and it will sound as indifferently and monotonously when we are all no more. And in this constancy, in this complete indifference to the life and death of each of us, there lies hid, perhaps, a pledge of our eternal salvation, of the unceasing movement of life upon earth, of unceasing progress towards perfection. When almost twenty-four hours later he got to line , Gradus, after a refreshing night at the summer house of our consul in Copenhagen, an important Shadow, had entered, with the Shadow, a clothes store in order to conform to his description in later notes to lines and Migraine again worse today. On the morning of July 16 while Shade was working on the section of his poem dull Gradus, dreading another day of enforced inactivity in sardonically, sparkling, stimulatingly noisy Nice, decided that until hunger drove him out he would not budge from a leathern armchair in the simulacrum of a lobby among the brown smells of his dingy hotel. Unhurriedly he went through a heap of old magazines on a nearby table. There he sat, a little monument of taciturnity, sighing, puffing out his cheeks, licking his thumb before turning a page, gaping at the pictures, and moving his lips as he climbed down the columns of printed matter. Having replaced everything in a neat pile, he sank back in his chair closing and opening his gabled hands in various constructions of tedium - when a man who had occupied a seat next to him got up and walked into the outer glare leaving his paper behind. Gradus pulled it into his lap, spread it out - and froze over a strange piece of local news that caught his eye: burglars had broken into Villa Disa and ransacked a bureau, taking from a jewel box a number of valuable old medals. Here was something to brood upon. Had this vaguely unpleasant incident some bearing on his quest? Should he do something about it? Cable headquarters? Hard to word succinctly a simple fact without having it look like a cryptogram. Airmail a clipping? He was in his room working on the newspaper with a safety razor blade when there was a bright rap-rap at the door. Gradus admitted an unexpected visitor - one of the greater Shadows, whom he had thought to be onhava-onhava 'far, far away' , in wild, misty, almost legendary Zembla! What stunning conjuring tricks our magical mechanical age plays with old mother space and old father time! He was a merry, perhaps overmerry, fellow, in a green velvet jacket. Nobody liked him, but he certainly had a keen mind. Grinning, he said friend Gradus must get together his travel documents, including a health certificate, and take the earliest available jet to New York. Bowing, he congratulated him on having indicated with such phenomenal acumen the right place and the right way. No, the slip was not for keeps. He could keep it only while memorizing it. This brand of paper used by macaroon makers was not only digestible but delicious. The gay green vision withdrew - to resume his whoring no doubt. How one hates such men! Потом они долго советовались, говорили о том, как избавить себя от необходимости прятаться, обманывать, жить в разных городах, не видеться подолгу. Как освободиться от этих невыносимых пут? И казалось, что ещё немного - и решение будет найдено, и тогда начнётся новая, прекрасная жизнь; и обоим было ясно, что до конца ещё далеко-далеко и что самое сложное и трудное только ещё начинается. Then they discussed their situation for a long time, trying to think how they could get rid of the necessity for hiding, deception, living in different towns, being so long without meeting. How were they to shake off these intolerable fetters? And it seemed to them that they were within an inch of arriving at A decision, and that then a new, beautiful life would begin. And they both realized that the end was still far, far away, and that the hardest, the most complicated part was only just beginning. On July 5, , Kinbote and Gradus both of whom were born in are forty-four. Chekhov died in July , at the age of forty-four. In a letter of Oct. In ll. Strips of what Aunt Maud used to call 'scarf-skin. At the end of his story Gusev Chekhov compares one of the clouds to a pair of scissors:. А наверху в это время, в той стороне, где заходит солнце, скучиваются облака; одно облако похоже на триумфальную арку, другое на льва, третье на ножницы Из-за облаков выходит широкий зелёный луч и протягивается до самой средины неба; немного погодя рядом с этим ложится фиолетовый, рядом с ним золотой, потом розовый Небо становится нежно-сиреневым. Глядя на это великолепное, очаровательное небо, океан сначала хмурится, но скоро сам приобретает цвета ласковые, радостные, страстные, какие на человеческом языке и назвать трудно. Overhead at this time the clouds are massed together on the side where the sun is setting; one cloud like a triumphal arch, another like a lion, a third like a pair of scissors From behind the clouds a broad, green shaft of light pierces through and stretches to the middle of the sky; a little later another, violet-colored, lies beside it; next that, one of gold, then one rose-colored The sky turns a soft lilac. Looking at this gorgeous, enchanted sky, at first the ocean scowls, but soon it, too, takes tender, joyous, passionate colors for which it is hard to find a name in human speech. In , he managed to rise in an umbrella-like Fabre 'hydroplane' and almost got drowned in the sea between Nitra and Indra. A very special monoplane, Blenda IV, was built for him in by his constant 'aerial adjutant' Colonel Peter Gusev later a pioneer parachutist and, at seventy, one of the greatest jumpers of all time , and this was his bird of doom. On the serene, and not too cold, December morning that the angels chose to net his mild pure soul, King Alfin was in the act of trying solo a tricky vertical loop that Prince Andrey Kachurin, the famous Russian stunter and War One hero, had shown him in Gatchina. Something went wrong, and the little Blenda was seen to go into an uncontrolled dive. Behind and above him, in a Caudron biplane, Colonel Gusev by then Duke of Rahl and the Queen snapped several pictures of what seemed at first a noble and graceful evolution but then turned into something else. This uncompleted and badly gutted building was ordered razed by Queen Blenda who had it replaced by a tasteless monument of granite surmounted by an improbable type of aircraft made of bronze. The glossy prints of the enlarged photographs depicting the entire catastrophe were discovered one day by eight-year-old Charles Xavier in the drawer of a secretary bookcase. In some of these ghastly pictures one could make out the shoulders and leathern casque of the strangely unconcerned aviator, and in the penultimate one of the series, just before the white-blurred shattering crash, one distinctly saw him raise one arm in triumph, and reassurance. The boy had hideous dreams after that but his mother never found out that he had seen those infernal records. Shade compares his index finger to the College astronomer Starover Blue. Душечка жила сначала с антрепренёром и говорила: мы с Ванечкой ставим серьёзные пьесы. Потом жила она с торговцем лесом и говорила: мы с Васечкой возмущены высоким тарифом на лес. Наконец, жила с ветеринаром и говорила: мы с Колечкой лечим лошадей. Так и тов. Милая социал-демократическая душечка! All this is as it should be; the world needs Gradus. But Gradus should not kill kings. Vinogradus should never, never provoke God. Leningradus should not aim his peashooter at people even in dreams, because if he does, a pair of colossally thick, abnormally hairy arms will hug him from behind and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Peterburg 'Petersburg,' is a novel by Andrey Bely. С благоговением вспоминается фраза Льва Толстого из чудесного его ' Послесловия ' к рассказу Чехова 'Душечка:' 'Любовь не менее свята, будет ли её предметом Кукин или Спиноза, Паскаль, Шиллер'. Duke of Rahl , the monument of Duc de Richelieu in Odessa. Да, провансальская цикада — это существо, которое бесспорно страдает эротическим умопомешательством. От раннего света до последнего света и даже позднее они бесстыдно кричат о любви. Никому не известно, когда они успевают покушать. Цикада-самец целый день барабанит своими ножками по каким-то звучащим перепонкам на брюшке, призывая громко и нагло самочку. Оттого-то его жизнь так и недолговечна: всего три дня. Как себя ведут в это время самки, я не знаю, да, по правде сказать, и не интересуюсь. Это дело специалистов. Я не берусь описать неумолчный крик цикад. По-моему, самое лучшее его описание сделал покойный поэт Александр Рославлев. Он говорил, что этот крик похож на тот трещащий звук, который мы слышим, заводя карманные часы. Так вот, вообразите, что триста тысяч опытных, ловких, но нетерпеливых часовщиков заводят наперегонки все часы в своем магазине, но только крик цикад раз в сто громче. А когда я поймал и принёс ей эту муху, очень похожую на нашу шпанскую муху, она сказала обиженно:. И наружность у неё отвратительна, и голос у неё препротивный! Там родина моя, где восходил мой дух, Как в том солончаке лоза; где откипела Кровь трудная моя, и окрылился слух, И немощи своей возрадовалось тело. Там музыкой огня звучал мне треск цикад И шорохи земли, надтреснутой от зноя, Там поднесла ты мне прохладный виноград К губам обугленным - причастие святое И если то был сон, то, чтобы я Сна незабвенного вовеки не забыла, О, восприемница прекрасная моя, Хотя во снах мне снись, Сугдейская Сибилла! Mot i lastochka 'The Spendthrift and the Swallow' is a fable by Krylov. Alfin the Vague ; regnal dates , but in most biographical dictionaries, a fumble due to the coincident calendar change from Old Style to New was given his cognomen by Amphitheatricus, a not unkindly writer of fugitive poetry in the liberal gazettes who was also responsible for dubbing my capital Uranograd! He was a wretched linguist, having at his disposal only a few phrases of French and Danish, but every time he had to make a speech to his subjects - to a group of gaping Zemblan yokels in some remote valley where he had crash-landed - some uncontrollable switch went into action in his mind, and he reverted to those phrases, flavoring them for topical sense with a little Latin. One summer before the first world war, when the emperor of a great foreign realm I realize how few there are to choose from was paying an extremely unusual and flattering visit to our little hard country, my father took him and a young Zemblan interpreter whose sex I leave open in a newly purchased custom-built car on a jaunt in the countryside. As usual, King Alfin traveled without a vestige of escort, and this, and his brisk driving, seemed to trouble his guest. On their way back, some twenty miles from Onhava, King Alfin decided to stop for repairs. While he tinkered with the motor, the emperor and the interpreter sought the shade of some pines by the highway, and only when King Alfin was back in Onhava, did he gradually realize from a reiteration of rather frantic questions that he had left somebody behind 'What emperor? French for 'word' and Russian for 'spenfthrift,' mot is Tom a form of Thomas in reverse. In Canto Two of his poem Shade says that his daughter twisted words:. She twisted words: pot, top Spider, redips. And 'powder' was 'red wop. One of the examples her father gives is odd. Eliot,' 'toilest. A katydid is a cricket or grasshopper. On the Grasshopper and Cricket is a sonnet by Keats. In Canto Two and then again at the end of his poem Shade mentions a Vanessa butterfly:. One minute before his death, as we were crossing from his demesne to mine and had begun working up between the junipers and ornamental shrubs, a Red Admirable see note to line came dizzily whirling around us like a colored flame. It took off, and we saw it next morning sporting in an ecstasy of frivolous haste around a laurel shrub, every now and then perching on a lacquered leaf and sliding down its grooved middle like a boy down the banister on his birthday. Then the tide of the shade reached the laurels, and the magnificent, velvet-and-flame creature dissolved in it. In his poem Kiprenskomu 'To Kiprenski,' Pushkin calls Kiprenski lyubimets mody legkokryloy a favorite of light-winged fashion and himself, pitomets chistykh muz a nursling of pure muses :. Любимец моды легкокрылой, Хоть не британец, не француз, Ты вновь создал, волшебник милый, Меня, питомца чистых муз, — И я смеюся над могилой, Ушед навек от смертных уз. Себя как в зеркале я вижу, Но это зеркало мне льстит. Оно гласит, что не унижу Пристрастья важных аонид. Так Риму, Дрездену, Парижу Известен впредь мой будет вид. Mars glowed. Shahs married. Gloomy Russians spied. Lang made your portrait. And one night I died. Annotations by Alexey Sklyarenko. Waxwings Are berry-pecking. That Englishman in Nice, A proud and happy linguist: je nourris Les pauvres cigales - meaning that he Fed the poor sea gulls! Lafontaine was wrong: Dead is the mandible, alive the song. And so I pare my nails, and muse, and hear Your steps upstairs, and all is right, my dear. In his diary the entry of May 4, Chekhov says that in Melikhovo he was visited by Dasha Musin-Pushkin whose husband, engineer Glebov, was killed during a hunt , aka Cicada, who sang a lot: Приезжала Даша Мусина-Пушкина, вдова инженера Глебова, убитого на охоте, она же Цикада. Без жены мне вообще плохо. Одна моя знакомая дама сказала мне в Ля-Фавьере: — Однако какие надоедливые эти птицы — цикады! А когда я поймал и принёс ей эту муху, очень похожую на нашу шпанскую муху, она сказала обиженно: — Ах, я думала, что это такая птичка. In Canto Two of his poem Shade says that his daughter twisted words: She twisted words: pot, top Spider, redips. In Canto Two and then again at the end of his poem Shade mentions a Vanessa butterfly: Come and be worshiped, come and be caressed, My dark Vanessa, crimson-barred, my blest My Admirable butterfly! Explain How could you, in the gloam of Lilac Lane, Have let uncouth, hysterical John Shade Blubber your face, and ear, and shoulder blade? She lived to hear the next babe cry. In his poem Kiprenskomu 'To Kiprenski,' Pushkin calls Kiprenski lyubimets mody legkokryloy a favorite of light-winged fashion and himself, pitomets chistykh muz a nursling of pure muses : Любимец моды легкокрылой, Хоть не британец, не француз, Ты вновь создал, волшебник милый, Меня, питомца чистых муз, — И я смеюся над могилой, Ушед навек от смертных уз. Позирую по два раза в день. Log in to post comments. Site overview. Recent comments Piling on the allusions 1 week 3 days ago Hodinski vs. Powered by Drupal.

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