Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
und half-past seven the flat came to life. With an abstract smile Mr. Shock left for an unknown destination. From the dining room came the delicious smell of bacon and eggs. With her hair done anyhow, wearing a kimono embroidered with sunflowers, appeared Mrs. Shock.
After breakfast she offered Fred a perfumed cigarette with a red-petaled tip and, half-dosing her eyes, had him tell her about his existence. At such narrative moments Fred's little voice deepened slightly: he spoke slowly, choosing his words, and, strange to say, that unforeseen dignity of diction became him. Bent-headed, solemn, and elasti-cally tense, he sat sideways at Nora's feet. She reclined on the plush divan, he