Vladimir Nabokov. Terra Incógnita : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Terra Incógnita
Vladimir Nabokov. TERRA INCOGNITA
d Gregson was rolling on top of him. Greg son's helmet flew off and wobbled away, like half of an enormous cardboard egg. From somewhere in the labyrinth of their bodies Cook's fingers wriggled out, clenching a rusty but sharp knife; the knife entered Gregson's back as if it were clay, but Gregson only gave a grunt, and they both rolled over several times; when I next saw my friend's back the handle and top half of the blade protruded, while his hands had locked around Cook's thick neck, which crunched as he squeezed, and Cook's legs were twitching. They made one last full revolution, and now only a quarter of the blade was visible—no, a fifth—no, now not even that much showed: it had en