Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de suerte
She produced an ample handkerchief from her sac de voyage and firmly wiped her nose, left to right and back again.
"Yes, afraid. People say there's going to be a Communist revolution in Berlin. Have you heard anything?"
The young woman shook her head. She glanced suspiciously at the man with the paper and at the German couple.
"I don't know anything. I arrived from Russia, from Petersburg, the day before yesterday."
Princess Ukhtomski's plump, sallow face expressed intense curiosity. Her diminutive eyebrows crept upward.
"You don't say!"
With her eyes fixed on the ti