Vladimir Nabokov. El timbre
"Isn't there any light anywhere?" Nikolay inquired cheerfully. She opened an inner door and said excitedly, "Yes, come on. I've lit some candles there."
"Well, let me look at you," he said, entering the flickering aura of candlelight and gazing avidly at his mother. Her dark hair had been bleached a very light strawlike shade.
"Well, don't you recognize me?" she asked, with a nervous intake of breath, then added hurriedly, "Don