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Arthur Conan Doyle

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Родился 22 мая 1859 г. в шотландском городе Эдинбурге, в семье Чарльза Олтимонта Дойля — архитектора и художника.

Большую роль в жизни Конан Дойля играла его мать Мэри Фоли. От неё он унаследовал свой интерес к рыцарским традициям, подвигам и приключениям. Конан Дойль говорил: «Настоящая любовь к литературе, склонность к сочинительству идёт у меня, я считаю, от матери». Школьная жизнь писателя прошла в «мрачных башнях и стенах» приготовительной школы Годдера, а затем — иезуитского колледжа Стонихерст (графство Ланкашир) (1869—1876). Со школьных лет в Конан Дойле буквально «заговорил» рассказчик.

Услышанное от матери, игра пробудившегося воображения — всё это стало материалом для устных рассказов, которые он рассказывал своим знакомым. Усидчивый студент за книгами — таков портрет Конан Дойля в Эдинбурском университете, 1876—1881. В октябре 1879 появился его рассказ «Тайна Сэсасской долины».

Ему повезло, каникулы предпоследнего года обучения в университете он провёл в плавании. На судне он был корабельным врачом и побывал в арктических водах. В 1881 году Конан Дойль получил университетский диплом, стал М. Б. (англ. bachelor of medicine) — бакалавром медицины. И 1882—1890 годы оказались заняты врачебной практикой. В 1882 году он снова в плавании, на этот раз южном. Он повидал Западную Африку.

В 1891 г. Конан Дойль оставил поприще врача. Литература стала для него основной профессией. В 1885 г. Конан Дойль женится на Луизе Хокинс, которая страдала туберкулёзом и скончалась в 1906.

В 1907 году Дойль женился на Джин Леки, которую знал с 1897 года. Дойль имел пять детей: двое — от первой жены — Мэри и Кингсли, и трое — от второй — Джин, Денис и Адриан).

Конан Дойль умер от сердечного приступа 7 июля 1930 г. в своём доме в Кроуборо (англ. Crowborough (Сассекс).


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The Adventure of the Dancing Men A. Doyle свободный доступ

Holmes had been seated for some hours in silence with his long, thin back curved over a chemical vessel in which he was brewing a particularly malodorous product. His head was sunk upon his breast, and he looked from my point of view like a strange,...

The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton A. Doyle свободный доступ

It is years since the incidents of which I speak took place, and yet it is with diffidence that I allude to them. For a long time, even with the utmost discretion and reticence, it would have been impossible to make the facts public, but now the...

The Adventure of the Empty House A. Doyle свободный доступ

It was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London was interested, and the fashionable world dismayed, by the murder of the Honourable Ronald Adair under most unusual and inexplicable circumstances. The public has already learned those...

A Study in Scarlet A. Doyle свободный доступ

In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the Army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth...

A Scandal in Bohemia A. Doyle свободный доступ

To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and...

A Case of Identity A. Doyle свободный доступ

“And yet I am not convinced of it,” I answered. “The cases which come to light in the papers are, as a rule, bald enough, and vulgar enough. We have in our police reports realism pushed to its extreme limits, and yet the result is, it must be...

The Adventure of the Final Problem A. Doyle свободный доступ

It may be remembered that after my marriage, and my subsequent start in private practice, the very intimate relations which had existed between Holmes and myself became to some extent modified. He still came to me from time to time when he desired a...

The Adventure of the "Gloria Scott" A. Doyle свободный доступ

“I have some papers here,” said my friend Sherlock Holmes as we sat one winter's night on either side of the fire, “which I really think, Watson, that it would be worth your while to glance over. These are the documents in the extraordinary case of...

The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez A. Doyle свободный доступ

“Well, Watson, it's as well we have not to turn out to-night,” said Holmes, laying aside his lens and rolling up the palimpsest. “I've done enough for one sitting. It is trying work for the eyes. So far as I can make out, it is nothing more exciting...

The Adventure of the Crooked Man A. Doyle свободный доступ

One summer night, a few months after my marriage, I was seated by my own hearth smoking a last pipe and nodding over a novel, for my day's work had been an exhausting one. My wife had already gone upstairs, and the sound of the locking of the hall...

The Adventure of the Copper Beeches A. Doyle свободный доступ

“To the man who loves art for its own sake,” remarked Sherlock Holmes, tossing aside the advertisement sheet of the Daily Telegraph, “it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived. It...

The Adventure of the Cardboard Box A. Doyle свободный доступ

In choosing a few typical cases which illustrate the remarkable mental qualities of my friend, Sherlock Holmes, I have endeavoured, as far as possible, to select those which presented the minimum of sensationalism, while offering a fair field for...

The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle A. Doyle свободный доступ

I had called upon my friend Sherlock Holmes upon the second morning after Christmas, with the intention of wishing him the compliments of the season. He was lounging upon the sofa in a purple dressing-gown, a pipe-rack within his reach upon the...

The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet A. Doyle свободный доступ

My friend rose lazily from his armchair and stood with his hands in the pockets of his dressing-gown, looking over my shoulder. It was a bright, crisp February morning, and the snow of the day before still lay deep upon the ground, shimmering...

The Adventure of the Abbey Grange A. Doyle свободный доступ

It was on a bitterly cold night and frosty morning, towards the end of the winter of ’97, that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face, and told me at a glance that...

The Adventure of Silver Blaze A. Doyle свободный доступ

I was not surprised. Indeed, my only wonder was that he had not already been mixed up in this extraordinary case, which was the one topic of conversation through the length and breadth of England. For a whole day my companion had rambled about the...

The Adventure of Black Peter A. Doyle свободный доступ

I have never known my friend to be in better form, both mental and physical, than in the year '95. His increasing fame had brought with it an immense practice, and I should be guilty of an indiscretion if I were even to hint at the identity of some...

Round the Red Lamp A. Doyle свободный доступ

My first interview with Dr. James Winter was under dramatic circumstances. It occurred at two in the morning in the bedroom of an old country house. I kicked him twice on the white waistcoat and knocked off his gold spectacles, while he with the aid...

Living English Poets: A. Conan Doyle A. Doyle свободный доступ

Master went a-hunting, When the leaves were falling; We saw him on the bridle path, We heard him gaily calling.

Beyond the City A. Doyle свободный доступ

The open window looked out upon a sloping lawn, well trimmed and pleasant, with fuzzy rosebushes and a star-shaped bed of sweet-william.It was bounded by a low wooden fence, which screened it off from a broad, modern, new metaled road. At the other...

The Adventure of the Greek Interpreter A. Doyle свободный доступ

During my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr. Sherlock Holmes I had never heard him refer to his relations, and hardly ever to his own early life. This reticence upon his part had increased the somewhat inhuman effect which he produced upon me,...

The Adventure of the Missing Three-Quarter A. Doyle свободный доступ

“Strand postmark, and dispatched ten thirty-six,” said Holmes, reading it over and over. “Mr. Overton was evidently considerably excited when he sent it, and somewhat incoherent in consequence. Well, well, he will be here, I daresay, by the time I...

The Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual A. Doyle свободный доступ

An anomaly which often struck me in the character of my friend Sherlock Holmes was that, although in his methods of thought he was the neatest and most methodical of mankind, and although also he affected a certain quiet primness of dress, he was...

The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor A. Doyle свободный доступ

The Lord St. Simon marriage, and its curious termination, have long ceased to be a subject of interest in those exalted circles in which the unfortunate bridegroom moves. Fresh scandals have eclipsed it, and their more piquant details have drawn the...

The Adventure of the Naval Treaty A. Doyle свободный доступ

During my school-days I had been intimately associated with a lad named Percy Phelps, who was of much the same age as myself, though he was two classes ahead of me. He was a very brilliant boy and carried away every prize which the school had to...

The Adventure of the Norwood Builder A. Doyle свободный доступ

At the time of which I speak, Holmes had been back for some months, and I at his request had sold my practice and returned to share the old quarters in Baker Street. A young doctor, named Vemer, had purchased my small Kensington practice, and given...

The Adventure of the Priory School A. Doyle свободный доступ

We have had some dramatic entrances and exits upon our small stage at Baker Street, but I cannot recollect anything more sudden and startling than the first appearance of Thorneycroft Huxtable, M.A., Ph.D., etc. His card, which seemed too small to...

The Adventure of the Resident Patient A. Doyle свободный доступ

Finding that Holmes was too absorbed for conversation, I had tossed aside the barren paper, and, leaning back in my chair I fell into a brown study. Suddenly my companion's voice broke in upon my thoughts.

The Adventure of the Second Stain A. Doyle свободный доступ

It was, then, in a year, and even in a decade, that shall be nameless, that upon one Tuesday morning in autumn we found two visitors of European fame within the walls of our humble room in Baker Street. The one, austere, high-nosed, eagle-eyed, and...

The Adventure of the Six Napoleons A. Doyle свободный доступ

It was no very unusual thing for Mr. Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, to look in upon us of an evening, and his visits were welcome to Sherlock Holmes, for they enabled him to keep in touch with all that was going on at the police headquarters. In return...

The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist A. Doyle свободный доступ

From the years 1894 to 1901 inclusive, Mr. Sherlock Holmes was a very busy man. It is safe to say that there was no public case of any difficulty in which he was not consulted during those eight years, and there were hundreds of private cases, some...

The Adventure of the Speckled Band A. Doyle свободный доступ

It was early in April in the year ' 83 that I woke one morning to find Sherlock Holmes standing, fully dressed, by the side of my bed. He was a late riser, as a rule, and as the clock on the mantelpiece showed me that it was only a quarter-past...

The Adventure of the Stockbroker's Clerk A. Doyle свободный доступ

Shortly after my marriage I had bought a connection in the Paddington district. Old Mr. Farquhar, from whom I purchased it, had at one time an excellent general practice; but his age, and an affliction of the nature of St. Vitus's dance from which...

The Adventure of the Three Students A. Doyle свободный доступ

It was in the year '95 that a combination of events, into which I need not enter, caused Mr. Sherlock Holmes and myself to spend some weeks in one of our great university towns, and it was during this time that the small but instructive adventure...

The Adventure of the Yellow Face A. Doyle свободный доступ

Sherlock Holmes was a man who seldom took exercise for exercise's sake. Few men were capable of greater muscular effort, and he was undoubtedly one of the finest boxers of his weight that I have ever seen; but he looked upon aimless bodily exertion...

The Adventures of Gerard A. Doyle свободный доступ

I hope that some readers may possibly be interested in these little tales of the Napoleonic soldiers to the extent of following them up to the springs from which they flow. The age was rich in military material, some of it the most human and the...

The Boscombe Valley Mystery A. Doyle свободный доступ

Have you a couple of days to spare? Have just been wired for from the west of England in connection with Boscombe Valley tragedy. Shall be glad if you will come with me. Air and scenery perfect. Leave Paddington by the 11:15.

The Captain of the Polestar and other Tales A. Doyle свободный доступ

September 11th.--Lat. 81° 40' N.; long. 2° E. Still lying-to amid enormous ice fields. The one which stretches away to the north of us, and to which our ice-anchor is attached, cannot be smaller than an English county. To the right and left unbroken...

The Five Orange Pips A. Doyle свободный доступ

When I glance over my notes and records of the Sherlock Holmes cases between the years “82 and” 90, I am faced by so many which present strange and interesting features that it is no easy matter to know which to choose and which to leave. Some,...

The Hound of the Baskervilles A. Doyle свободный доступ

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left...

The Lost World A. Doyle свободный доступ

MR. HUNGERTON, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth,--a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self. If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would...

The Man with the Twisted Lip A. Doyle свободный доступ

Isa Whitney, brother of the late Elias Whitney, D.D., Principal of the Theological College of St. George's, was much addicted to opium. The habit grew upon him, as I understand, from some foolish freak when he was at college; for having read De...

The New Revelation A. Doyle свободный доступ

Many more philosophic minds than mine have thought over the religious side of this subject and many more scientific brains have turned their attention to its phenomenal aspect. So far as I know, however, there has been no former attempt to show the...

The Parasite A. Doyle свободный доступ

March 24. The spring is fairly with us now. Outside my laboratory window the great chestnut-tree is all covered with the big, glutinous, gummy buds, some of which have already begun to break into little green shuttlecocks. As you walk down the lanes...

The Red-headed League A. Doyle свободный доступ

Try the settee,” said Holmes, relapsing into his armchair and putting his fingertips together, as was his custom when in judicial moods. “I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum...

The Sign of Four A. Doyle свободный доступ

Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirtcuff. For some little time...

The Stark Munro Letters A. Doyle свободный доступ

I have missed you very much since your return to America, my dear Bertie, for you are the one man upon this earth to whom I have ever been able to unreservedly open my whole mind. I don't know why it is; for, now that I come to think of it, I have...

The Valley of Fear A. Doyle свободный доступ

He was too much absorbed with his own thoughts to give any immediate answer to my remonstrance. He leaned upon his hand, with his untasted breakfast before him, and he stared at the slip of paper which he had just drawn from its envelope. Then he...

The Vital Message A. Doyle свободный доступ

It has been our fate, among all the innumerable generations of mankind, to face the most frightful calamity that has ever befallen the world. There is a basic fact which cannot be denied, and should not be overlooked. For a most important deduction...

The White Company A. Doyle свободный доступ

THE great bell of Beaulieu was ringing. Far away through the forest might be heard its musical clangor and swell, Peat-cutters on Blackdown and fishers upon the Exe heard the distant throbbing rising and falling upon the sultry summer air. It was a...

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