Vladimir Nabokov. La pelea
The electrician, with his hand already on the doorknob, looked hack. "I thought I was at home here."
"You don't intend to pay?" asked Krause.
Emma suddenly appeared from beneath the clock at the back of the bar, looked at her father, then at her lover, and froze. Above her, the cuckoo hopped out of its hut and hid again.
"Leave me alone," the electrician said slowly, and went out.
Whereupon, with astounding agility, Kr