Vladimir Nabokov. Un tipo bien plantado : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Un tipo bien plantado
OUR suitcase is carefully embellished with bright-colored stickers: "Nurnberg," "Stuttgart," "Koln"—and even "Lido" (but that one is fraudulent). We have a swarthy complexion, a network of purple-red veins, a black mustache, trimly clipped, and hairy nostrils. We breathe hard through our nose as we try to solve a crossword puzzle in an emigre paper. We are alone in a third-class compartment—alone and, therefore, bored.
Tonight we arrive in a voluptuous little town. Freedom of action! Fragrance of commercial travels! A golden hair on the sleeve of one's coat! Oh, woman, thy name is Goldie! That's how we called Mamma and, later, o