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Submitted by dana_dragunoiu
on Mon, 08/31/2020 - 16:01
Евгений Белодубровский (Evgenii Belodubrovskii)
Пнин был один в вагоне...
Два эпизода — сначала.
Первые числа сентября 1916 года. Петроград. Моховая, 33. Тенишевское училище. Первый в урок литературы после летних каникул (V111 класс, второй этаж, окна во двор, на третьей парте у стены юноша В. Набоков). На кафедре - учитель литературы В.В. Гиппиус.
Dear colleagues, I am pleased to inform you that my book "Прочтение Набокова. Изыскания и материалы" (Ivan Limbakh Publishing House, S.-Petersburg, 2019 http://limbakh.ru/index.php?id=7697) is now available for order from abroad:
Nabokov asserts in Speak, Memory that once something has been seen, there is no unseeing it, and the afterlife of Nabokov’s translations in his compositions lend additional weight to this observation. Stanislav Shvabrin’s Between Rhyme and Reason: Vladimir Nabokov, Translation, and Dialogue explores Nabokov’s life-long involvement with translation as a form of communion with others, and Shvabrin treats Nabokov’s translations as dialogic encounters full of significance for his writings as well as his stance on translation.
Alexey Filimonov, poet, man of letters, translator, and devoted Nabokovian, is happy to announce the publication of his collection of poems Звезда-полынья (Zvezda-polyn'ia). The poems pay tribute to Nabokov, St. Petersburg, the Russian Silver Age, and the poets who fired his imagination.