Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
With a smile of happiness he glanced up at her, attempted to speak, hut instead raised his eyebrows in surprise and collapsed in slow motion on the sidewalk. All around people noisily swarmed. Someone, realizing that this was no joke, bent over the dwarf, then whistled softly and bared his head. Nora looked listlessly at Fred's tiny body resembling a crumpled black glove. She was jostled. A hand grasped her elbow.
"Leave me alone," said Nora in a toneless voice. "I don't know anything. My son died a few days ago.&quo