Vladimir Nabokov. El reencuentro
Vladimir Nabokov. THE REUNION
He was even bigger and fatter than before. He pretended to be terribly out of breath. He took Lev's hand. Both of them were silent, with identical grins on their faces. A Russian wadded coat, with a small astrakhan collar that fastened with a hook; a gray hat that had been bought abroad.
"Over here," said Lev. "Take it off. Come, I'll put it here. Did you find the house right away?"
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