Vladimir Nabokov. Terra Incógnita
Vladimir Nabokov. TERRA INCOGNITA
The woods were gradually thinning. I was tormented by strange hallucinations. I gazed at the weird tree trunks, around some of which were coiled thick, flesh-colored snakes; suddenly I thought I saw, between the trunks, as though through my fingers, the mirror of a half-Open wardrobe with dim reflections, but then I took hold of myself, looked more carefully, and found that it was only the deceptive glim- mer of an acreana bush (a curly plant with large berries resembling plump prunes). After a while the trees parted altogether and the sky rose before us like a solid wall of blue. We were at the top of a steep incline. Below shimmered and steamed an enor