Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
"I seldom go out, though," said he, rocking slightly back and forth in his seat and massaging his knees. "Fred, do you know why I'm here?" asked Nora. She rose and came up to him quite close. Fred with an apologetic grin tried to escape by slipping off his chair.
It was then that she told him in a very soft voice: "The fact is I had a son from you."
The dwarf froze, his gaze fixing a minuscule casement burning on the side of a dark blue cup. A timid smile of amazement flashed at the corners of his lips, then it spread, and lit up his cheeks with a purplish flush.
"My... son..."
And all at once he und