Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
ue film of flame over the coals in the fireplace, of the dusty small vases on their own rounded small shelves, of the print between two casements: a St. Bernard dog, complete with barrelet, reviving a mountaineer on his bleak rock. Rarely did he recollect his past life. Only in dream did he sometimes see a starry sky come alive with the tremor of many trapezes while he was being clapped into a black trunk: through its walls he distinguished Shock's bland singsong voice but could not find the trap in the floor of the stage and suffocated in sticky darkness, while the con juror's voice grew sadder and more remote and melted away, and Fred would wake up with a groan on his spacious bed,