Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de honor
"Yes, I am ready," said Anton Petrovich, "I'll be right with you...."
He left them standing in the front hall, rushed into the bedroom, and, in order to gain time, started washing his hands, while he kept repeating to himself, "What is happening? My God, what is happening?" Just five minutes ago there had still been hope, there might have been an earthquake, Berg might have died of a heart attack, fate might have intervened, suspended events, saved him.
"Anton Petrovich, hurry up," called Mityushin from the fro