Vladimir Nabokov. La visita al museo : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. La visita al museo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE VISIT TO THE MUSEUM
e sort with coatracks monstrously loaded down with black coats and astra khan furs; from beyond a door came a burst of applause, but when I flung the door open, there was no theater, but only a soft opacity and splendidly counterfeited fog with the perfectly convincing blotches of indistinct streetlights. More than convincing! I advanced, and immediately a joyous and unmistakable sensation of reality at last replaced all the unreal trash amid which I had just been dashing to and fro. The stone beneath my feet was real sidewalk, powdered with wonderfully fragrant, newly fallen snow, in which the infrequent pedestrians had al ready left fresh black tracks. At first the quiet and the snowy