Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de suerte
"And your husband—did he stay behind?"
The young woman's eyes opened wide and she shook her head: "No. He has been abroad for quite a time. Just happened that way. In the very beginning of the Revolution he traveled south to Odessa. They were after him. I was supposed to join him there, but didn't get out in time."
"Terrible, terrible. And you have had no news of him?" "None. I remember I decided he was dead. Started to wear