Vladimir Nabokov. La visita al museo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE VISIT TO THE MUSEUM
"Enough!" I shouted. "I'm leaving. We'll talk tomorrow."
He had already vanished. I turned and saw, scarcely an inch from me, the lofty wheels of a sweaty locomotive. For a long time I tried to find the way back among models of railroad stations. How strangely glowed the violet signals in the gloom beyond the fan of wet tracks, and what spasms shook my poor heart! Suddenly everything changed again: in front of me stretched an infinitely long passage, containing numerous office cabinets and elusive, scurrying people. Taking a sharp turn, I fou