Telling Van that she has to finish a translation for Mlle Larivière (in VN's novel Ada, 1969, the governess of Van's and Ada's half-sister Lucette), Ada says that she will be down in exactly sixty-three minutes:
After she too had finished breakfasting, he waylaid her, gorged with sweet butter, on the landing. They had one moment to plan things, it was all, historically speaking, at the dawn of the novel which was still in the hands of parsonage ladies and French academicians, so such moments were precious. She stood scratching one raised knee. They agreed to go for a walk before lunch and find a secluded place. She had to finish a translation for Mlle Larivière. She showed him her draft. François Coppée? Yes.
Their fall is gentle. The woodchopper
Can tell, before they reach the mud,
The oak tree by its leaf of copper,
The maple by its leaf of blood.
‘Leur chute est lente,’ said Van, ‘on peut les suivre du regard en reconnaissant — that paraphrastic touch of "chopper" and "mud" is, of course, pure Lowden (minor poet and translator, 1815-1895). Betraying the first half of the stanza to save the second is rather like that Russian nobleman who chucked his coachman to the wolves, and then fell out of his sleigh.’
‘I think you are very cruel and stupid,’ said Ada. ‘This is not meant to be a work of art or a brilliant parody. It is the ransom exacted by a demented governess from a poor overworked schoolgirl. Wait for me in the Baguenaudier Bower,’ she added. ‘I’ll be down in exactly sixty-three minutes.’ (1.20)
Darkbloom ('Notes to Ada'): leur chute etc.: their fall is slow... one can follow them with one’s eyes, recognizing —
Lowden: a portmanteau name combining two contemporary bards.
baguenaudier: French name of bladder senna.
VN's Universitetskaya poema ("The University Poem," 1927), written in the reversed (mirrored) Eugene Onegin stanza, consists of 63 fourteen-line stanzas. Before the family dinner in "Ardis the Second" Van quotes the lines from Chapter Six (XXI: 1-2) of Pushkin's Eugene Onegin:
‘Old storytelling devices,’ said Van, ‘may be parodied only by very great and inhuman artists, but only close relatives can be forgiven for paraphrasing illustrious poems. Let me preface the effort of a cousin — anybody’s cousin — by a snatch of Pushkin, for the sake of rhyme —’
‘For the snake of rhyme!’ cried Ada. ‘A paraphrase, even my paraphrase, is like the corruption of "snakeroot" into "snagrel" — all that remains of a delicate little birthwort.’
‘Which is amply sufficient,’ said Demon, ‘for my little needs, and those of my little friends.’
‘So here goes,’ continued Van (ignoring what he felt was an indecent allusion, since the unfortunate plant used to be considered by the ancient inhabitants of the Ladore region not so much as a remedy for the bite of a reptile, as the token of a very young woman’s easy delivery; but no matter). ‘By chance preserved has been the poem. In fact, I have it. Here it is: Leur chute est lente and one can know ‘em...’
‘Oh, I know ‘em,’ interrupted Demon:
‘Leur chute est lente. On peut les suivre
Du regard en reconnaissant
Le chêne à sa feuille de cuivre
L’érable à sa feuille de sang
‘Grand stuff!’
‘Yes, that was Coppée and now comes the cousin,’ said Van, and he recited:
‘Their fall is gentle. The leavesdropper
Can follow each of them and know
The oak tree by its leaf of copper,
The maple by its blood-red glow.’
‘Pah!’ uttered the versionist.
‘Not at all!’ cried Demon. ‘That "leavesdropper" is a splendid trouvaille, girl.’ He pulled the girl to him, she landing on the arm of his Klubsessel, and he glued himself with thick moist lips to her hot red ear through the rich black strands. Van felt a shiver of delight. (1.38)
Darkbloom ('Notes to Ada'): By chance preserved:
The verses are by chance preserved
I have them, here they are:
(Eugene Onegin, Six: XXI: 1-2)
Klubsessel: Germ., easy chair.
In his last poem Vladimir Lenski (a character in Pushkin's EO) mentions luch dennitsy (the ray of dawn):
Стихи на случай сохранились,
Я их имею; вот они:
«Куда, куда вы удалились,
Весны моей златые дни?
Что день грядущий мне готовит?
Его мой взор напрасно ловит,
В глубокой мгле таится он.
Нет нужды; прав судьбы закон.
Паду ли я, стрелой пронзённый,
Иль мимо пролетит она,
Всё благо: бдения и сна
Приходит час определённый;
Благословен и день забот,
Благословен и тьмы приход!
Блеснёт заутра луч денницы
И заиграет яркий день;
А я, быть может, я гробницы
Сойду в таинственную сень,
И память юного поэта
Поглотит медленная Лета,
Забудет мир меня; но ты
Придёшь ли, дева красоты,
Слезу пролить над ранней урной
И думать: он меня любил,
Он мне единой посвятил
Рассвет печальный жизни бурной!..
Сердечный друг, желанный друг,
Приди, приди: я твой супруг!..»
The verses chanced to be preserved;
I have them; here they are:
"Whither, ah! whither are ye fled,
my springtime's golden days?
What has the coming day in store for me?
In vain my gaze attempts to grasp it;
in deep gloom it lies hidden.
It matters not; fate's law is just.
Whether I fall, pierced by the dart, or whether
it flies by — all is right:
of waking and of sleep
comes the determined hour;
blest is the day of cares,
blest, too, is the advent of darkness!
The ray of dawn will gleam tomorrow,
and brilliant day will scintillate;
whilst I, perhaps — I shall descend
into the tomb's mysterious shelter,
and the young poet's memory
slow Lethe will engulf;
the world will forget me; but thou,
wilt thou come, maid of beauty,
to shed a tear over the early urn
and think: he loved me,
to me alone he consecrated
the doleful daybreak of a stormy life!...
Friend of my heart, desired friend, come,
come: I'm thy spouse!” (Six: XXI-XXII)
Lenski's luch dennitsy (ray of dawn) brings to mind John Ray, Jr., in VN's novel Lolita (1955) the author of the Foreword to Humbert Humbert's manuscript. According to John Ray, Jr., Mrs. “Richard F. Schiller” (Lolita's married name) died in childbed, giving birth to a stillborn girl, on Christmas Day 1952, in Gray Star, a settlement in the remotest Northwest:
For the benefit of old-fashioned readers who wish to follow the destinies of “real” people beyond the “true” story, a few details may be given as received from Mr. “Windmuller,” of “Ramsdale,” who desires his identity suppressed so that “the long shadows of this sorry and sordid business” should not reach the community to which he is proud to belong. His daughter, “Louise,” is by now a college sophomore. “Mona Dahl” is a student in Paris. “Rita” has recently married the proprietor of a hotel in Florida. Mrs. “Richard F. Schiller” died in childbed, giving birth to a stillborn girl, on Christmas Day 1952, in Gray Star, a settlement in the remotest Northwest. ‘Vivian Darkbloom’ has written a biography, ‘My Cue,’ to be published shortly, and critics who have perused the manuscript call it her best book. The caretakers of the various cemeteries involved report that no ghosts walk.
But it seems that, actually, Lolita dies of ague in the Elphinstone hospital on July 4, 1949, and everything what happens after her sudden death (Lolita's escape from the hospital, Humbert's affair with Rita, Lolita's marriage and pregnancy, and the murder of Clare Quilty) was invented by Humbert Humbert (whose "real" name is John Ray, Jr.). Describing Lenski in Chapter Two (IX) of EO, Pushkin mentions nebo Shillera i Gete (the sky of Schiller and of Goethe):
Негодованье, сожаленье,
Ко благу чистая любовь
И славы сладкое мученье
В нем рано волновали кровь.
Он с лирой странствовал на свете;
Под небом Шиллера и Гете
Их поэтическим огнём
Душа воспламенилась в нём;
И муз возвышенных искусства,
Счастливец, он не постыдил:
Он в песнях гордо сохранил
Всегда возвышенные чувства,
Порывы девственной мечты
И прелесть важной простоты.
Indignation, compassion,
pure love of Good,
and fame's delicious torment
early had stirred his blood.
He wandered with a lyre on earth.
Under the sky of Schiller and of Goethe,
with their poetic fire
his soul had kindled;
and the exalted Muses of the art
he, happy one, did not disgrace:
he proudly in his songs retained
always exalted sentiments,
the surgings of a virgin fancy, and the charm
of grave simplicity.
Van's English University, Chose seems to hint at Pourtant, j'avais quelque chose là ! (André Chénier's words before his execution on July 25, 1794). In a letter of the second half of November, 1825, to Vyazemski Pushkin quotes Chénier's words:
Твоя статья о «Аббатстве» Байрона? Что за чудо «Дон-Жуан»! я знаю только пять первых песен; прочитав первые две, я сказал тотчас Раевскому, что это Chef-d’oeuvre Байрона, и очень обрадовался, после увидя, что Walter Scott моего мнения. Мне нужен английский язык — и вот одна из невыгод моей ссылки: не имею способов учиться, пока пора. Грех гонителям моим! И я, как А. Шенье, могу ударить себя в голову и сказать: Il y avait quelque chose là... извини эту поэтическую похвальбу и прозаическую хандру. Мочи нет сердит: не выспался и не [высрался].
In the same letter to Vyazemski Pushkin writes:
Зачем жалеешь ты о потере записок Байрона? чёрт с ними! слава богу, что потеряны. Он исповедался в своих стихах, невольно, увлеченный восторгом поэзии. В хладнокровной прозе он бы лгал и хитрил, то стараясь блеснуть искренностию, то марая своих врагов. Его бы уличили, как уличили Руссо — а там злоба и клевета снова бы торжествовали. Оставь любопытство толпе и будь заодно с гением. Поступок Мура лучше его «Лалла-Рук» (в его поэтическом отношенье). Мы знаем Байрона довольно. Видели его на троне славы, видели в мучениях великой души, видели в гробе посреди воскресающей Греции. — Охота тебе видеть его на судне. Толпа жадно читает исповеди, записки etc., потому что в подлости своей радуется унижению высокого, слабостям могущего. При открытии всякой мерзости она в восхищении. Он мал, как мы, он мерзок, как мы! Врете, подлецы: он и мал и мерзок — не так, как вы, — иначе. — Писать свои Mémoires заманчиво и приятно. Никого так не любишь, никого так не знаешь, как самого себя. Предмет неистощимый. Но трудно. Не лгать — можно; быть искренним — невозможность физическая. Перо иногда остановится, как с разбега перед пропастью, — на том, что посторонний прочел бы равнодушно. Презирать — braver — суд людей не трудно; презирать суд собственный невозможно.
According to Pushkin, Moore's deed (on May 17, 1824, following Lord Byron’s death, his friend and literary executor Thomas Moore burned Byron's unpublished memoirs) is better than his poem Lalla Rookh (1817). Describing Flavita (the Russian Scrabble), Van mentions Lalla Rookh chessmen:
Van, a first-rate chess player — he was to win in 1887 a match at Chose when he beat the Minsk-born Pat Rishin (champion of Underhill and Wilson, N.C.) — had been puzzled by Ada’s inability of raising the standard of her, so to speak, damsel-errant game above that of a young lady in an old novel or in one of those anti-dandruff color-photo ads that show a beautiful model (made for other games than chess) staring at the shoulder of her otherwise impeccably groomed antagonist across a preposterous traffic jam of white and scarlet, elaborately and unrecognizably carved, Lalla Rookh chessmen, which not even cretins would want to play with — even if royally paid for the degradation of the simplest thought under the itchiest scalp. (1.36)
Darkbloom ('Notes to Ada'): Pat Rishin: a play on ‘patrician’. One may recall Podgoretz (Russ. ‘underhill’) applying that epithet to a popular critic, would-be expert in Russian as spoken in Minsk and elsewhere. Minsk and Chess also figure in Chapter Six of Speak, Memory (p.133, N.Y. ed. 1966).
A standard chessboard consists of 64 squares arranged in an 8 × 8 grid, alternating between light and dark colors. 63 + 1 = 64.