Vladimir Nabokov. Un cuento de hadas : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Un cuento de hadas
there had been a wench who worked in that place. He entered and ordered his favorite dish: blood sausage and sauerkraut. His table was next to the telephone. A man in a bowler called a number and started to jabber as ardently as a hound that has picked up the scent of a hare. Erwin's glance wandered toward the bar—and there was the girl he had seen three or four times before. She was beautiful in a drab, freckled way, if beauty can be drably russet. As she raised her bare arms to place her washed beer steins he saw the red tufts of her armpits.
"All right, all right!" barked the man into the mouthpiece.
With a sigh of relief enriched by a belch, Erwin left the resta