Vladimir Nabokov. El reencuentro
Vladimir Nabokov. THE REUNION
They reached the square. On its far side shone a pearl horseshoe on blue glass—the emblem of the subway. Stone steps led into the depths.
"She was a stunner, that girl," said Serafim. "Well, I give up. Take care of yourself. Sometime we'll get together again."
"It was something like Turk.... Trick... No, it won't come. It's hopeless. You also take care of yourself. Good luck."
Serafim gave a wave of his spread hand, and his broad back hunch