Vladimir Nabokov. El reencuentro
Vladimir Nabokov. THE REUNION
"Prussak kaput," said Serafim.
"We'll fix that," Lev began in haste, "just one second."
But there was no alcohol left in the bottle. "Stupid situation.... You know, I'll go get some from the landlady."
He went out into the corridor and headed for her quarters.— Idiotic. He knocked on the door. No answer. Not an ounce of attention, a pound of contempt. Why d