Vladimir Nabokov. El reencuentro
Vladimir Nabokov. THE REUNION
"It's slipped my mind too," said Lev. "Oh, what was the name?" "Never mind. To hell with it. I'm off. Well... It was great to sec you...." He donned his coat adroitly in spite of his corpulence. "I'll accompany you," said Lev, producing his frayed raincoat. Awkwardly, they both cleared their throats at the same instant. Then they descended the stairs in silence and went out. It was drizzling.
"I'm taking the subway. What was that name, though? It was black and had pompons on its paws. My memory is getting incredibly bad."
"There was a