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Vladimir Nabokov. THE ADMIRALTY SPIRE
its fire and its underlying melancholy. Yes, there was the summer, and the foliage's omnipresent rustle, and the headlong pedaling along all of the park's winding paths, to see who would be the first to race from different directions to the rond-point, where the red sand was covered by the writhing serpentine tracks of our rock-hard tires, and each live, everyday detail of that final Russian summer screamed at us in desperation, "I am real! I am now!" As long as all of this sunny eu phoria managed to stay on the surface, the innate sadness of our love-went no further than the devotion to a nonexistent past. But when Katya and I once again found ourselves in Petersburg, and