Vladimir Nabokov. El dragón : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. El dragón
one stormy night—the dragon had turned out cowardly and not overly bright. Besides, he was strongly affected by his mother's death.... She had long terrorized the neighboring villages, had spat flames, and the king would get cross, and around her lair incessantly prowled knights, whom she would crunch to pieces like walnuts. But once, when she had swallowed a plump royal chef and dozed off on a sun-warmed rock, the great Ganon himself galloped up in iron armor, on a black steed under silver netting. The poor sleepy thing went rearing up, her green and red humps flashing like bonfires, and the charging knight thrust his swift lance into her smooth white breast. She crashed to the ground, and