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Vladimir Nabokov. A BAD DAY
PETER sat on the box of the open carriage, next to the coachman (he was not particularly fond of that seat, but the coachman and everybody at home thought he liked it ex tremely, and he on his part did not want to hurt people, so this is how he came to be sitting there, a sallow-faced, gray-eyed youngster in a smart sailor blouse). The pair of well-fed black horses, with a gloss on their fat croups and something extraordinarily feminine about their long manes, kept lashing their tails in sumptuous fashion as they prog ressed at a rippling trot, and it pained one to observe how avidly, despite that movement of tails and that twitching offender ears—despite, too, the thick tarry odor of the re