Форма входа
0/0
Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина - Владимир Набоков
- Дата:13.07.2024
- Категория: Документальные книги / Критика
- Название: Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина
- Автор: Владимир Набоков
- Просмотров:4
- Комментариев:0
Уважаемые читатели!
Тут можно читать бесплатно Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина - Владимир Набоков. Жанр: Критика. Так же Вы можете читать полную версию (весь текст) онлайн книги без регистрации и SMS на сайте Knigi-online.info (книги онлайн) или прочесть краткое содержание, описание, предисловие (аннотацию) от автора и ознакомиться с отзывами (комментариями) о произведении.
Описание онлайн-книги Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина - Владимир Набоков:
Комментарии В. В. Набокова освещают многообразие исторических, литературных и бытовых сторон романа. Книга является оригинальным произведением писателя в жанре научно-исторического комментария. Набоков обращается к «потаенным слоям» романа, прослеживает литературные влияния, связи «Евгения Онегина» с другими произведениями поэта, увлекательно повествует о тайнописи Пушкина.Предназначена для широкого круга читателей и в первую очередь — для преподавателей и студентов гуманитарных вузов, а также для учителей и учащихся средней школы.
Критика
Аудиокнига "Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина" от Владимира Набокова
📚 Великий русский поэт Александр Пушкин и его произведение "Евгений Онегин" стали неотъемлемой частью русской литературы. Владимир Набоков, известный писатель и литературовед, предлагает свой взгляд на этот шедевр в своих "Комментариях к «Евгению Онегину»".
🎧 В аудиокниге "Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина" вы найдете глубокий анализ текста, интересные факты о создании произведения и тонкие нюансы, которые помогут вам лучше понять и полюбить эту классическую поэму.
🖋️ Владимир Набоков - выдающийся русско-американский писатель, литературовед и преподаватель. Известен своими романами, такими как "Лолита" и "Защита Лужина". Набоков обладал уникальным стилем письма и глубоким знанием литературы.
🔊 Сайт knigi-online.info предлагает вам возможность бесплатно и без регистрации слушать аудиокниги онлайн на русском языке. Здесь собраны лучшие произведения различных жанров, включая бестселлеры и классику мировой литературы.
📖 Погрузитесь в мир слова с помощью аудиокниг, наслаждайтесь произведениями в удобное для вас время. Используйте возможность не только читать, но и слушать книги, погружаясь в атмосферу каждого произведения.
Не упустите шанс расширить свой кругозор и насладиться лучшими произведениями мировой литературы прямо сейчас!
Погрузитесь в мир литературы с аудиокнигой "Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина" от Владимира Набокова!
Критика
Читем онлайн Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина - Владимир Набоков
Шрифт:
-
+
Интервал:
-
+
Закладка:
Сделать
XXXII
Diana's bosom, Flora's cheeks, are charming, dear friends! Nevertheless, for me something about it makes more charming 4 the small foot of Terpsichore. By prophesying to the gaze an unpriced recompense, with token beauty it attracts the willful 8 swarm of desires. I like it, dear Elvina, beneath the long napery of tables, in springtime on the turf of meads,12 in winter on the hearth's cast iron, on mirrory parquet of halls, by the sea on granite of rocks.XXXIII
I recollect the sea before a tempest: how I envied the waves running in turbulent succession 4 with love to lie down at her feet! How much I wished then with the waves to touch the dear feet with my lips! No, never midst the fiery days 8 of my ebullient youth did I long with such anguish to kiss the lips of young Armidas, or the roses of flaming cheeks,12 or bosoms full of languor — no, never did the surge of passions thus rive my soul!XXXIV
I have remembrance of another time: in chary fancies now and then I hold the happy stirrup 4 and feel a small foot in my hand. Again imagination seethes, again that touch has kindled the blood within my withered heart, 8 again the ache, again the love! But 'tis enough extolling haughty ones with my loquacious lyre: they are not worth either the passions12 or songs by them inspired; the words and gaze of the said charmers are as deceptive as their little feet.XXXV
And my Onegin? Half asleep, he drives from ball to bed, while indefatigable Petersburg 4 is roused already by the drum. The merchant's up, the hawker's out, the cabby to the hack stand drags, the Okhta girl hastes with her jug, 8 the morning snow creaks under her. Morn's pleasant hubbub has awoken, unclosed are shutters, chimney smoke ascends in a blue column, and the baker,12 a punctual German in a cotton cap, has more than once already opened his vasisdas.XXXVI
But by the tumult of the ball fatigued, and turning morning into midnight, sleeps peacefully in blissful shade 4 the child of pastimes and of luxury. He will awake past midday, and again till morn his life will be prepared, monotonous and motley, and tomorrow 8 'twill be the same as yesterday. But was my Eugene happy — free, in the bloom of the best years, amidst resplendent conquests,12 amidst delights of every day? Was it to him of no avail midst banquets to be rash and hale?XXXVII
No, feelings early cooled in him. Tedious to him became the social hum. The fairs remained not long 4 the object of his customary thoughts. Betrayals had time to fatigue him. Friends and friendship palled, since plainly not always could he 8 beefsteaks and Strasbourg pie sluice with a champagne bottle and scatter piquant sayings when he had the headache;12 and though he was a fiery scapegrace, he lost at last his liking for strife, saber and lead.XXXVIII
A malady, the cause of which 'tis high time were discovered, similar to the English “spleen” — 4 in short, the Russian “chondria” — possessed him by degrees. To shoot himself, thank God, he did not care to try, 8 but toward life became quite cold. He like Childe Harold, gloomy, languid, appeared in drawing rooms; neither the gossip of the monde nor boston,12 neither a winsome glance nor an immodest sigh, nothing touched him; he noticed nothing.XXXIX. XL. XLI.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .XLII
Capricious belles of the grand monde! Before all others you he left; and it is true that in our years 4 the upper ton is rather tedious. Although, perhaps, this or that dame interprets Say and Bentham, in general their conversation 8 is insupportable, though harmless tosh. On top of that they are so pure, so stately, so intelligent, so full of piety,12 so circumspect, so scrupulous, so inaccessible to men, that the mere sight of them begets the spleen.7XLIII
And you, young beauties, whom at a late hour daredevil droshkies carry away over the pavement 4 of Petersburg, you also were abandoned by my Eugene. Apostate from the turbulent delights, Onegin locked himself indoors; 8 yawning, took up a pen; wanted to write; but persevering toil to him was loathsome: nothing from his pen issued, and he did not get12 into the cocky guild of people on whom I pass no judgment — for the reason that I belong to them.XLIV
And once again to idleness consigned, oppressed by emptiness of soul, he settled down with the laudable aim 4 to make his own another's mind; he crammed a shelf with an array of books, and read, and read — and all for nothing: here there was dullness; there, deceit and raving; 8 this one lacked conscience; that one, sense; on all of them were different fetters; and outworn was the old, and the new raved about the old.12 As he'd left women, he left books and, with its dusty tribe, the shelf with funerary taffeta he curtained.XLV
Having cast off the burden of the monde's conventions, having, as he, from vain pursuits desisted, with him I made friends at that time. 4 I liked his traits, to dreams the involuntary addiction, nonimitative oddity, and sharp, chilled mind; 8 I was embittered, he was gloomy; the play of passions we knew both; on both, life weighed; in both, the heart's glow had gone out;12 for both, there was in store the rancor of blind Fortuna and of men at the very morn of our days.XLVI
He who has lived and thought cannot help in his soul despising men; him who has felt disturbs 4 the ghost of irrecoverable days; for him there are no more enchantments; him does the snake of memories, him does repentance gnaw. 8 All this often imparts great charm to conversation. At first, Onegin's language would disconcert me; but I grew12 accustomed to his biting argument and banter blent halfwise with bile and virulence of somber epigrams.XLVII
How oft in summertide, when limpid and luminous is the nocturnal sky above the Neva,8 and the gay 4 glass of the waters does not reflect Diana's visage — rememorating intrigues of past years, rememorating a past love, 8 impressible, carefree again, the breath of the benignant night we mutely quaffed! As to the greenwood from a prison12 a slumbering clogged convict is transferred, so we'd be carried off in fancy to the beginning of young life.XLVIII
With soul full of regrets, and leaning on the granite, Eugene stood pensive — as himself 4 the Poet9 has described. 'Twas stillness all; only night sentries to one another called, and the far clip-clop of some droshky 8 resounded suddenly from Million Street; only a boat, oars swinging, swam on the dozing river, and, in the distance, captivated us12 a horn and a brave song. But, 'mid the night's diversions, sweeter is the strain of Torquato's octaves.XLIX
На этой странице вы можете бесплатно читать книгу Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина - Владимир Набоков бесплатно.
Похожие на Комментарии к «Евгению Онегину» Александра Пушкина - Владимир Набоков книги
- Гамлет, принц датский - Уильям Шекспир - Драматургия
- Полное собрание рассказов - Владимир Набоков - Русская классическая проза
- Н В Гоголь, Повести, Предисловие - Владимир Набоков - Русская классическая проза
- Сыскные подвиги Тома Соуэра в передаче Гекка Финна - Марк Твен - Классическая проза
- Маленький клоун с оранжевым носом - Павел Амнуэль - Научная Фантастика
