Vladimir Nabokov. El reencuentro
Vladimir Nabokov. THE REUNION
The phone rang in the corridor.
"Excuse me," said Lev. "Help yourself. Here's the zwieback, and the caramels. I'll be right back." He hurried out.
"What's the matter with you, good sir?" said Leshcheyev's voice. "What's going on here? What happened? Are you sick? What? I can't hear you. Speak up."
"Some unexpected business," replied Lev. "Didn't you get my message?"
"Message my foot. Come on. It's Christmas, the wine's been bought, the wife has a