Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de honor
The others bowed.
"We must still find a doctor and the pistols," said Gnushke. In the front hall Anton Petrovich took Mityushin by the elbow and mumbled, "You know, it's awfully silly, but you see, I don't know how to shoot, so to speak, I mean, I know how, but I've had no practice at all...."
"Hm," said Mityushin, "that's too bad. Today is Sunday, otherwise you could have taken a lesson or two. That's really bad luck."
"Colonel Arkhangelski gives private shooting lessons," put in Gnushke.
"Yes," said Mityushin. "You're the smart