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Vladimir Nabokov. THE REUNION
had come up. Of course, a face-to-face talk with his brother in stark privacy would already be sheer torture, but it would be even worse if... "This is my brother, he's here from Russia." "Pleased to meet you. Well, are they about ready to croak?" "Whom exactly are you referring to? I don't understand." Leshcheyev was particularly impassioned and intolerant.... No, the Christmas party had to be called off.
Now, at about eight in the evening, Lev was pacing his shabby but clean little room, bumping now against the table, now against the white headboard of the lean bed—a needy but neat little man, in a black suit worn shiny and a turndown collar that was too l