Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de suerte
Old Princess Ukhtomski could control herself no longer. She in* quired gently in Russian: "Do you mind if I put my bag here?"
The woman gave a start and replied, "Not at all, please do."
The olive-and-beige man in the corner peered at her over his paper.
"Well, I'm on my way to Paris," volunteered the Princess with a slight sigh. "I h