Vladimir Nabokov. El reencuentro
Vladimir Nabokov. THE REUNION
"Do you recall its name?" he asked, with his first genuine smile of the evening.
"Whose name?"
"Oh, you know—Tikhotski used to visit us at the dacha with a girl and a poodle. What was the poodle's name?"
"Wait a minute," said Lev. "Wait a minute. Yes, that's right. I'll remember in a moment."
"It was black," said Serafim.