Vladimir Nabokov. Un mal día
Vladimir Nabokov. A BAD DAY
At the end of the village, on a hillock thickly crested with limes, stood a red church and, next to it, a smaller mausoleum of white stone and pyramidal shape, thus resembling a cream paskha. The river came into view; with the green brocade of aquatic flora coating it at the bend. Close to the sloping highway stood a squat smithy, on the wall of which someone had chalked: "Long Live Serbia!" The sound of the hooves suddenly acquired a ringing, resilient tone—because of the boards of the bridge over which