Vladimir Nabokov. Un tipo bien plantado
"Here's mine," she said, and produced a visiting card: Sonja Bergmann.
"And I'm just Kostya. Kostya, and no nonsense. Call me Kostya, right?"
An enchanting woman! A nervous, supple, interesting woman1 We'll be there in half an hour. Long live Life, Happiness, Ruddy Health! A long night of double-edged pleasures. See our complete col lection of caresses! Amorous Hercules!
The person we nicknamed the recluse returned from the diner, and flirtation had to be suspended. She took several snapshots out of her handbag and proceeded to show them: "This girl's just a friend. Here's a very sweet boy, his brother work