Vladimir Nabokov. Amaro
Vladimir Nabokov. ORACHE
After dinner, his father and the colonel went up to the study. Peter looked so queer that his father asked: "What's the matter? Why are you sulking?" And miraculously Peter managed to answer distinctly: "No, I'm not sulking." Miss Sheldon led him bedward. As soon as the light was extinguished, he buried his face in the pillow. Onegin shed his cloak, Lenski plopped down on the boards like a black sack. One could see the point of the epee coming out at the back of the Italian's neck. Mascara liked to tell about the rencontre which he had had in his youth: half a centimeter lower—and