Vladimir Nabokov. El reencuentro
Vladimir Nabokov. THE REUNION
He pictured Serafim, his meaty, sloping shoulders, his huge rub bers, the puddles in the garden in front of their dacha, the death of their parents, the beginning of the Revolution.... They had never been particularly close—even when they were at school, each had his own friends, and their teachers were different.... In the summer of his seventeenth year Serafim had a rather unsavory affair with a lady from a neighboring dacha, a lawyer's wife. The lawyer's hysterical screams, the flying fists, the disarray of the not so young lady, with the catlike face, running down the garden avenue and, somewhere in the background, the disgraceful noise of s