Vladimir Nabokov. Navidad : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Navidad
c sparks. In the plush-upholstered, well-heated room of the annex Ivan had placed a two-foot fir tree in a clay pot on the table, and was just attaching a candle to its cruciform tip when Sleptsov returned from the main house, chilled, red-eyed, with gray dust smears on his cheek, carrying a wooden case under his arm. Seeing the Christmas tree on the table, he asked absently: "What's that?"
Relieving him of the case, Ivan answered in a low, mellow voice: "There's a holiday coming up tomorrow."
"No, take it away," said Sleptsov with a frown, while thinking, Can this be Christmas Eve? How could I have forgotten?
Ivan gently insisted: "