Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de honor
"Adelaida Albertovna, of course, has a quick temper herself," he.uided with a sigh. He was one of those middle-class Russians who use i he patronymic when speaking of their spouses.
They were walking along an anonymous street where the pavement was being repaired. One of the workmen had a dragon tattooed on his bare chest. Anton Petrovich wiped his forehead with his handkerchief.iiid said: "I have some business near here. They are waiting for me. A business appointment."
"Oh, I'll walk you there," said Leontiev sadly.
Anton Petrovich