Vladimir Nabokov. El reencuentro
Vladimir Nabokov. THE REUNION
"You have a lot of business?" asked Serafim, without taking his eyes off the oleograph—a girl in red with a soot-black poodle.
"Well, I make a living—newspaper articles, various stuff," Lev answered vaguely. "And you—so you aren't here for long?"
"I'll probably leave tomorrow. I dropped in to see you for just a few minutes. Tonight I still have to—"
"Sit down, please, sit down...."
Serafim sat down. They remained silent for a while. They were both thirsty.
"We were talking about books," said Serafim. "What with one thing and another I just don't have the time for them. On the tra