Vladimir Nabokov. Perfección : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Perfección
Vladimir Nabokov. PERFECTION
oped its way to the wash-stand, selected there one facet of a tumbler, and started to crawl up the wall. On that and on the following nights, Ivanov thought vaguely of several matters at once, imagining among other things that the boy who slept in the bed next to his was his own son. Ten years before, in Serbia, the only woman he had ever loved—another man's wife—had become pregnant by him. She suffered a miscarriage and died the next night, deliring and praying. He would have had a son, a little fellow about David's age. When in the morning David prepared to pull on his swimming trunks, Ivanov was touched by the way his cafe-au-lait tan (already acquired on a Berlin lakeside) abruptly gave