9.04.2005 (Ñá).
Íà÷èíàþ ÷èòàòü Êèíãà â îðèãèíàëå. Âñå íåèçâåñòíûå ìíå ñëîâà áóäó ó÷èòü ñ ïîìîùüþ Teacher, èíòåðåñíî ïðîâåðèòü ýôôåêòèâíîñòü. Êîýôôèöèåíò äëÿ âñåõ ñëîâ â îáîèõ íàïðàâëåíèÿõ – 5. Óñëîâèå î÷åðåäíîãî ïîïîëíåíèÿ ñëîâàðÿ – ñðåäíèé êîýôôèöèåíò ìåíüøå ÷åòûðåõ îïÿòü æå â îáîèõ íàïðàâëåíèÿõ. Îáúåì ïîïîëíåíèÿ – íåèçâåñòíûå ñëîâà èç îäíîé òûñÿ÷è.
13.04.2005 (Ñð).
Òàê ëåíü àíãëèéñêèì çàíèìàòüñÿ. Õî÷åòñÿ ñðàçó âñå çíàòü, íî ïî÷åìó-òî íå ïîëó÷àåòñÿ. Ïîêà ñòàòèñòèêà òàêàÿ. Èç 368 ñëîâ â ñëîâàðü ïîïàëè 29. Äî òûñÿ÷è åùå äàëåêî.
14.04.2005 (×ò).
39/509. Ïîëîâèíó íîðìû ïðîøåë. Âñå åùå ïðèõîäèòñÿ ïðåîäîëåâàòü íåæåëàíèå íàïðÿãàòü óì äëÿ çàíÿòèé àíãëèéñêèì. Íàäåþñü, ñ êàæäûì ðàçîì áóäåò ëåã÷å.
À âñåãî â êíèãå 132 òûñÿ÷è ñëîâ... Ñ íûíåøíèìè òåìïàìè õâàòèò ïî÷òè íà òðè ãîäà. :)
Áóäó âûïèñûâàòü òîëüêî òå ñëîâà, êîòîðûõ âîîáùå íå çíàþ, à íå ïðîñòî ïîäçàáûë.
2.07.2005 (Ñá).
"The Green Mile"
Foreword: A Letter
Ïðåäèñëîâèå: Ïèñüìî
Dear Constant Reader,
Äîðîãîé ïðåäàííûé ×èòàòåëü,
Life is a capricious business. The story which begins in this little book exists in this form because of a chance remark made by a realtor I have never met. This happened a year ago, on Long Island. Ralph Vicinanza, a long-time friend and business associate of mine (what he does mostly is to sell foreign publishing rights for books and stories), had just rented a house there. The realtor remarked that the house "looked like something out of a story by Charles Dickens."
Æèçíü – âåùü èçìåí÷èâàÿ. Èñòîðèÿ, íà÷èíàþùàÿñÿ â ýòîé ìàëåíüêîé êíèæèöå, ïðåäñòàâëåíà â òàêîé ôîðìå èç-çà ñëó÷àéíîãî çàìå÷àíèÿ, ñäåëàííîãî àãåíòîì ïî ïðîäàæå íåäâèæèìîñòè, êîòîðîãî ÿ íèêîãäà íå âèäåë. Ýòî ñëó÷èëîñü ãîä íàçàä íà Ëîíã-Àéëýíäå. Ìîé äàâíèé äðóã è äåëîâîé ïàðòíåð Ðàëüô Âè÷èíàíçà (åãî îñíîâíûì äåëîì ÿâëÿåòñÿ ïðîäàæà ïðàâ íà ïóáëèêàöèþ çà ðóáåæîì êíèã è ðàçëè÷íûõ èñòîðèé) òîëüêî ÷òî àðåíäîâàë òàì äîì. Àãåíò îáðàòèë âíèìàíèå íà òî, ÷òî äîì "âûãëÿäèò òàê, ñëîâíî ñîøåë ñî ñòðàíèö ðîìàíà ×àðëüçà Äèêêåíñà".
The remark was still on Ralph's mind when he welcomed his first houseguest, British publisher Malcolm Edwards. He repeated it to Edwards, and they began chatting about Dickens. Edwards mentioned that Dickens had published many of his novels in installments, either folded into magazines or by themselves as chapbooks, (I don't know the origin of this word, meaning a smaller-than-average book, but have always loved its air of intimacy and friendliness). Some of the novels, Edwards added, were actually written and revised in the shadow of publication; Charles Dickens was one novelist apparently not afraid of a deadline.
Ýòî ñðàâíåíèå âñå åùå îñòàâàëîñü â ïàìÿòè Ðàëüôà, êîãäà îí ïðèíèìàë ñâîåãî ïåðâîãî ãîñòÿ â äîìå, áðèòàíñêîãî èçäàòåëÿ Ìàëüêîëüìà Ýäâàðäñà. Îí ïåðåñêàçàë åãî Ýäâàðäñó è îíè çàâåëè ðàçãîâîð î Äèêêåíñå. Ýäâàðäñ óïîìÿíóë î òîì, ÷òî ìíîãèå èç ñâîèõ íîâåëë Äèêêåíñ îïóáëèêîâàë îòäåëüíî – ëèáî êàê âêëàäûø â æóðíàë, ëèáî êàê áðîøþðêó. (Âïðî÷åì, ñëîâî "áðîøþðà" çäåñü íå âïîëíå ïîäõîäèò. Ýòî áûëî íå÷òî ìåíüøåå, ÷åì îáû÷íàÿ êíèãà, îäíàêî âñåãäà ïîëüçîâàâøååñÿ ëþáîâüþ çà ñâîþ ïðîñòîòó è äðóæåëþáèå.) Ïðè÷åì, äîáàâèë Ýäâàðäñ, íåêîòîðûå èõ ýòèõ íîâåëë ïèñàëèñü è ñâåðÿëèñü ïðàêòè÷åñêè ïàðàëëåëüíî ñ ïóáëèêàöèåé; îïðåäåëåííî, Äèêêåíñ áûë îäíèì èç òåõ ïèñàòåëåé, êîòîðûå íå îïàñàëèñü êðàéíèõ ñðîêîâ.
4.07.2005 (Ïí)
Dickens's serialized novels were immensely popular; so popular, in fact, that one of them precipitated a tragedy in Baltimore. A large group of Dickens fans crowded onto a waterfront dock, anticipating the arrival of an English ship with copies of the final installment of The Old Curiosity Shop on board. According to the story, several would-be readers were jostled into the water and drowned.
Ñåðèè íîâåëë Äèêêåíñà ïîëüçîâàëèñü ÷ðåçâû÷àéíîé ïîïóëÿðíîñòüþ, òàêîé áîëüøîé, ÷òî îäíàæäû îäíà èç íèõ ïðèâåëà ê òðàãåäèè â Áàëòèìîðå. Áîëüøîå êîëè÷åñòâî ïîêëîííèêîâ Äèêêåíñà ñîáðàëîñü â ïîðòó íà ïðè÷àëå â îæèäàíèè ïðèáûòèÿ àíãëèéñêîãî êîðàáëÿ ñ ïàðòèåé çàêëþ÷èòåëüíîé ÷àñòè "Ëàâêè äðåâíîñòåé" íà áîðòó. Ïî èñòîðè÷åñêèì äàííûì, íåñêîëüêèõ ïðåäïîëàãàåìûõ ÷èòàòåëåé ñòîëêíóëè â âîäó è îíè óòîíóëè.
I don't think either Malcolm or Ralph wanted anyone drowned, but they were curious as to what would happen if serial publication were tried again today. Neither was immediately aware that it has happened (there really is nothing new under the sun) on at least two occasions. Tom Wolfe published the first draft of his novel Bonfire of the Vanities serially in Rolling Stone magazine, and Michael McDowell (The Amulet, Gilded Needles, The Elementals, and the screenplay Beetlejuice) published a novel called Blackwater in paperback installments. That novel-a horror story about a Southern family with the unpleasant familial trait of turning into alligators-was not McDowell's best, but enjoyed good success for Avon Books, all the same.
ß íå äóìàþ, ÷òî Ìàëüêîëüì èëè Ðàëüô õîòåëè, ÷òîáû êòî-íèáóäü óòîíóë, íî èì ñòàëî èíòåðåñíî, ÷òî ñëó÷èòñÿ, åñëè ïîïðîáîâàòü îïóáëèêîâàòü ïîäîáíóþ ñåðèþ ñåãîäíÿ. Íèêòî èç íèõ íå çíàë, ÷òî ýòî ñëó÷àëîñü ïî êðàéíåé ìåðå äâàæäû (íè÷òî íå íîâî ïîä ñîëíöåì). Òîì Âóëüô íàïå÷àòàë ïåðâûé âàðèàíò ñâîåãî "Êîñòðà òùåñëàâèÿ" â æóðíàëå "Rolling Stone" è Ìàéêë ÌàêÄîóýëë ("Àìóëåò", "Ïîçîëî÷åííûå èãëû", "The Elementals" è ñöåíàðèé "Beetlejuice (Æó÷èíûé ñîê, 1988)") âûïóñòèë íîâåëëó "Òåìíûå âîäû" â âèäå îòäåëüíûõ íîìåðîâ â ìÿãêîì ïåðåïëåòå. Ýòîò ðîìàí óæàñîâ îá îäíîé ñåìüå íà þãå, èìåþùåé íåïðèÿòíóþ ÷åðòó ïðåâðàùàòüñÿ â êðîêîäèëîâ, íå ëó÷øèé ó ÌàêÄîóýëëà, îäíàêî âñå ðàâíî ïîëüçîâàëñÿ áîëüøèì óñïåõîì ê óäîâîëüñòâèþ Avon Books.
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