Vladimir Nabokov. El timbre
She busied herself with readjusting a ribbon on her sleeve and spoke without looking at him: "Yes.... Of course. He left me a few foreign stocks, a hospital and an ancient prison. A prison!... But 1 must warn you that I have barely enough to live on. For heaven's sake stop knocking with that pipe. I must warn you that I... That I cannot... Oh, you understand, Nick—it would be hard for me to support you."
"What on earth are you talking about, Mother?" exclaimed Nikolay (and at that moment, like a stupid sun issuing from behind a stupid cloud, the electric light burst forth from the ceiling). "There, we can snuff out those tapers no