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Часть текста: Е. Салтыков. С. -Петербург, 1870 History Of A Town Edited by M. E. Saltykoff, St. -Petersburg, 1870 This is a book which in spite of its eccentricity, an eccentricity even running somewhat into caricature, will not only be read with pleasure by lovers of humour and of satirical verve, but will doubtless be taken into consideration by the future historian of the changes through which the face of Russian society has passed during the last hundred years. Its author, who usually writes under the name of Stchedrine, but whose real name is Saltykoff (a descendant, by the way, of the ancient family of Moscow Boyars of that name), after having, like many other writers suspected of propagating liberal opinions, undergone his time of persecution and of exile under the Emperor Nicholas, acquired a great deal of popularity by the publication, some fifteen years ago, of a series of sketches called Scenes of Provincial Life (Gubernskie Ocherki) , in which he lashed with indomitable vigour the numerous abuses then current under the name of Government and Justice. Saltykoff’s manner as a satirist somewhat resembles that of Juvenal. His laughter is bitter and strident, his raillery not unfrequently insulting. But, as we have already said, his violence often assumes the form of caricature. Now there are two kinds of caricature: that which exaggerates the truth, as with a magnifying glass, but which never entirely alters its nature, and that which more or less consciously deviates from the natural truth and proportion of fact. Saltykoff indulges in the first kind only, the only admissible one. It is the natural consequence of his character:...
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Часть текста: au grand salon - est-il vraiment possible que je ne revoio jamais Courtavenel? - Je ne veux pas y croire... Komaroff est un sot - cela ne fait pas l'ombre d'un doute - mais il n'aurait pas ete en etat de vous dire grand-chose sur mon compte - je ne l'ai presque pas vu depuis mon relour on Russie 3 . -- Il est riche a present - ses parents etant morts - mais plus stupide que jamais. Vous devez deja savoir a present que Tambeiiik n'est pas mort, Dieu merci. - On m'ecrit de Petersbourg que l'opera y est detestable 4 . - On pense beaucoup a vous et les c-tes W parlaient beaucoup de vous faire des propositions pour le reste de la saison 5 . --Si vous alliez a Petersbourg - voila qui serait cruel pour moi! - On y monte "Le Prophete" - avec changements - pour Lablache 6 . - Le cholera n'est pas tres violent a Petersbourg - cependant, il fait mine de revenir sur ses pas; nous avons eu quelques cas ici - mais pas un mortel. Je recois l'"Athenaeum" - et je reconnais les articles de Chorley a un certain melange de bon sens, de loyaute et de quaintness un peu recherchee,--qui n'appartient qu'alui. - La seule chose que je puisse lui reprocher, c'est d'ecrire de temps en temps des pieces de vers dans le gout de Tennyson,-- que j'ai en horreur - c'est le Marini de notre temps. - A force de chercher la nouveaute et la grace dans l'expression - ces poetes modernes deviennent inintelligibles. - Ils me font l'effet de gens qui se demanderaient: Ou et comment dois-je me gratter? - et qui finissent par ...
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Часть текста: fait une partie de billard, je l'ai promene en bateau. - Je rame mieux que lui, qui cependant se vante d'avoir ete dans son temps le meilleur canotier de Bercy. - Il a du l'oublier depuis ce temps-la - car je suis loin d'etre fort. A propos de bateau, il faut que je vous dise que malheureusement l'eau decroit beaucoup dans les fosses; elle fuit plus que jamais du cote de la fontaine, malgre la terre glaise dont on avait cru boucher le conduit. - Il faudrait refaire la bonde - ce qui ne serait deja pas si difficile, en l'entourant de pierres, en forme de digue. - Il faut aussi que je vous dise que les fosses n'ont pas ete cures du tout; il y a enormement de vase au fond. - Le pere Negros me disait l'autre jour, en montrant le poing a un etre imaginaire - "Ah si l'on me volait comme on vole Mr Viardot!" - Il doit en savoir quelojlje chose. - Du reste les riches sont la pour etre voles - niais c'est que vous n'etes pas encore riche pour pouvoir l'etre en conscience. Je crains bien qu'a votre retour il ne soit plus possible de faire le tour des fosses; deja maintenant il est assez difficile de passer par-dessous le pont du diable - c'est ainsi que j'ai surnomme le pont qui conduit a la...
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Часть текста: the exquisite grace of the inimitable Frenchman, though he has fewer sly strokes of wit, less cunning simplicity in telling a story, he has, on the other hand, more originality of invention. His observant good sense penetrates to the roots of things, and he possesses a genuine kind of phlegmatic humour which betrays the Oriental element in Slavonic nature. In his birth and all the circumstances of his life Krilof was as Russian as possible: he was essentially national in his ways of thinking, feeling, and writing; and it may be maintained without exaggeration that a foreigner who has carefully studied Krilof’s fables will have a better idea of the Russian national character than if he had read through all the travels and essays that attempt to describe it. Russian children learn Krilof by heart as French ones do La Fontaine, without entering into all the wisdom of his teaching, but in later life they return to him with double profit. Like La Fontaine, but to a still greater degree, Krilof has supplied the public conscience with a number of precepts and adages and sayings which have become proverbial even in the mouth of unlettered peasants; no one is oftener quoted than he, and, like the Bible and Shakespeare in England, those who quote him have often no idea of their obligation — proof positive that his work has been completely absorbed into the national popular life from which it sprung. The present day offers no higher reward to literary ambition than this faint reflection of the past grandeur of epic poetry, which is only great because it is impersonal. Mr. Ralston’s translation leaves nothing to desire in the matter of accuracy or colouring, and the fables which...