Vladimir Nabokov. El retorno de Chorb : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. El retorno de Chorb
"WE ARE TOGETHER UNTO THE TOMB." Presently, everybody moved toward the hors d'oeuvres—and Chorb and his wife, after the briefest of consultations, fled through the back door, and only on the following morning, half an hour before the express train was to leave, reappeared to collect their luggage. Frau Keller had sobbed all night; her husband, who had always regarded Chorb (destitute Russian emigre and litterateur) with suspicion, now cursed his daughter's choice, the cost of the liquor, the local police that could do nothing. And several times, after the Chorbs had gone, the old man went to look at the hotel in the lane behind the opera house, and henceforward that black, purblin