Vladimir Nabokov. Un mal día
Vladimir Nabokov. A BAD DAY
"Votte" ("Here you are"), said the old lady, and having pressed him with a light push into that hiding place, went back to the mangle room, where in her garbled Russian she continued a gossipy conversation with the comely knitter who kept inserting every now and then an automatic "Skazhite pozhaluysta!" ("Well, I never!").
For a while Peter remained kneeling politely in his absur