Vladimir Nabokov. El dragón : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. El dragón
vered with colorful advertisements, slapping listlessly along the asphalt. One poster was even stuck to the bald crown of his head, "SMOKE ONLY MIRACLE BRAND," rollicked the blue and crimson letters of the ads. "ONLY FOOLS DON'T SMOKE MY CIGARETTES," "MIRACLE TOBACCO TURNS AIR INTO HONEY," "MIRACLE, MIRACLE, MIRACLE!"
It really is a miracle, laughed the crowd, and how is it done—is it a machine or are there people inside?
The dragon was feeling rotten after his involuntary binge. The cheap wine now made him sick to his stomach, his whole body felt weak, and the thought of breakfast was out of the question. Besides, he was now overcome by an