Chapter 35 fourth quarter

Unaware of his patron's distress, Pnin's new autumn semester has started particularly well for him: he has never had so few students to worry about, and he has never had so much time to study. .His research work has already entered a very pleasant stage, exploring beyond the intended goal to form a new organism, which can be said to be a parasite of the ripe fruit.Pnin diverts the mind's gaze from the original object of the work, and you can spot an asterisk here and an "sic!"This method of research should be avoided because it destroys everything and leads to endless fascination.The index cards piled up to fill a shoebox, and they were substantial.A check between two legends; a precious detail of manners or dress; a provenance checked and found to be unreliable through ignorance, neglect, or falsification; The triumph of endless bezkoristniy (unbiased, faithful) academic research - all this has ruined Pnin, turned him into a joyous footnote fan, who interrupts a foot-thick, dreary The mite in the book, in order to find a provenance for a duller book, but he also has a human side in the newly rented small brick house on Todd Road at the corner of Cliff Street.

The little house had been inhabited by the family of the late Martin Shepard, the uncle of the old landlord in Pnin's Creek Street, who had been caretaker of the Todd property for many years, and that the Borough of Wendale The property was bought in order to convert the sprawling mansion into a modern nursing home.Ivy and spruce framed its locked gate, and from a north window of his new house on Cliff Street, Pnin could see its roof in the distance.This street is the crossbar above the "T", and Pnin lives on the left half of the crossbar.Opposite his house, once you cross Todd Road ("T" vertical pole), there is a repaired asphalt road extending from a corn field on the east side of the road. There is a row of screen-like old elm trees planted on the sandy land beside the road, and Lucy was a row of small firs about the same height that ran toward the campus behind a fence almost as far as another house half a mile south of the Pnins' house—the enlarged one at the varsity football coach's. There is a house like a cigar box.

Pnin, who for thirty-five years had lived without a fixed place, was tortured, lost his mind, lacked a kind of inner peace, had long grown impatient with this situation, and now lived alone in a house surrounded by neighbors , to him is really very happy, very satisfied.One of the great advantages here is that it is quiet—heavenly, idyllic, and reassuring, so compared with the rooms he used to rent where endless noise came from six sides and surrounded him, It can be said that there is a world of difference.Besides, how spacious this little house is!Pnin even thought, with grateful astonishment, that there had been no Russian Revolution, no emigration, no emigration to France, no naturalization in the United States, everything—at best, at best, at best, Timofey! —would be exactly the same: be a professor in Kharkov or Kazan, own a suburban house like this one, full of old books, late flowers blooming outside.Rather, it was a two-story cherry-coloured brick house with white shutters and a shingled roof.The little patch of green and shaggy lawn in front of the house stretched for about fifty arsen, and the back of the house was bounded by a steep, mossy bluff topped with tawny shrubs.A rough driveway ran along the south side of the house to a small whitewashed garage where Pnin owned a poor man's wreck.For some reason hanging from the top of the garage door was a strange basket like a net, a bit like the beautiful net of a pinball table—but without the bottom—and it reflected a larger and bluer basket on the white wall. Shadows, meshes are crystal clear.The weedy clearing between the garage and the cliff was frequented by pheasants.Along one wall of the house grew wilting lilacs--the look of a Russian garden, and my poor Pnin was longing for the splendor of spring, sweet everywhere, and buzzing with bees.There was also a tall deciduous tree, but Pnin, who could tell birch, linden, willow, aspen, poplar, oak, could not tell what it was, with its large rust-colored heart-shaped leaves in the The wooden steps in front of the porch are shaded by the crisp summer sun in autumn.

There was a crooked-looking oil stove in the basement, trying to send its meager heat up through pipes in the ground between the floors.The kitchen looked wholesome and comfortable, and Pnin had a great deal of fun working with all kinds of cooking utensils, pots, pans, toaster ovens, and skillets, all of which were rented here. The house comes with it.The living room was sparsely furnished with few pieces of furniture, but there was a striking recess on the wall, in which was placed a huge globe, the map of Russia was painted in light blue, and the whole of Poland was retreat Colored or rubbed off marks.In the small dining room where Pnin planned to arrange a cold buffet for his guests, on the sideboard there was a pair of cut crystal glass candlesticks with pendants, reflecting a beautiful iridescent light in the early morning, reminding my sentimental friend of a Russian country house Stained glass casements on balconies shone with orange, green and purple sunlight.The china cabinet rattled every time he passed, just as it had been in those dark back rooms before.There are two bedrooms upstairs, which have been occupied by many children and occasionally adults.The ground was scratched by tin toys.Pnin took from the wall of the room he had decided to make his bedroom a triangular piece of red cardboard, on which was scrawled in white chalk the inscrutable word: "Cardinals"; Little pink-painted rocking chair for three-year-old Pnin.A poorly used sewing machine was crammed into the aisle leading to the bathroom. The short and small tub in the bathroom was specially designed for dwarves by the kingdom of giants, and the filling time was the same as that in Russian school arithmetic textbooks. Sinks and basins generally take a long time to fill.

He's getting ready for that banquet now.In the living-room there was a sofa for three, two high-backed chairs, an overstuffed easy-chair, a chair with a bush mat, a knee-rest, and two footstools.As he went over the little list of guests, he suddenly felt strangely dissatisfied.There are many guests at the banquet, but these guests lack characteristics.He was, of course, particularly fond of the Clements (a fine couple--unlike most of the other fools in the school), and what a pleasant conversation he had had with them when he was their lodger; of course he was very grateful to Hale Mann Hagen had promoted him many times, and Hagen had recently managed to raise his salary, for example; Mrs. Yeh had always been helpful in the library, and her husband, if he strictly avoided comment on the weather, had a composure that showed just how far one could keep quiet.But getting this group of people together didn't have the slightest characteristics, nothing new, and old Pnin remembered those birthday parties in his childhood—for some reason, he always invited those six or seven children, Pinched shoes, sore temples, and the discomfort and boredom he feels when, after all the games have been played, a dead-faced cousin starts doing something vulgar with a nice new toy. He also remembered that once they played hide-and-seek for a long time, and he hid in a dark and stuffy wardrobe in the maid's room for an hour, feeling very uncomfortable, and when he got out, he found that his companions had returned. Home, only my ears are still buzzing.

Shopping at the well-known grocer between Wendale Village and Asura, he met Betty Bliss and invited her to the party as well.She said she still remembered Turgenev's rose flower prose poem with the refrain "Kak horoshi, kak svezhi (how beautiful, how fresh)", and of course she was more than happy to come.He invited the famous mathematician Professor Mandelson and his wife, a sculptor, who accepted the invitation happily, but called later to express their apologies - they forgot that there was no Dating.He also invited the young Miller, who was now an associate professor, and his beautiful freckled wife, Charlotte, but they couldn't come because she was about to have a baby.He also invited the old man Carroll, the head of the Frieze House, and his son Frank, who was the only gifted student of my friend who had written an excellent doctoral dissertation for him, Discussing the relationship between Russian, English, and German iambic; but Frank is now in the army, and old Carroll says frankly: "My old wife and I don't hang out with the professors very often. "He called Dean Ball's home. He once had a talk with the dean at a garden party (about improving the college's curriculum) until it rained, so he asked the dean to come by all means, but the dean The eldest niece replied that her uncle now "doesn't visit anyone except a few close friends".Just when he was about to give up adding any more guests to liven up the atmosphere of the banquet, he suddenly came up with a very original and really wonderful idea.