Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de suerte
A German couple lumbered into the compartment, breathing heavily.
Then, a minute before the train's departure, in came a young woman with a big painted mouth and a tight black toque that covered her forehead. She arranged her belongings and stepped out into the corridor. The man in the beige suit glanced after her. She raised the window with inexperienced jerks and leaned out to say good-bye to someone. The Princess caught the patter of Russian speech.
The train started. The young woman returned to the compartment. That smile th