Vladimir Nabokov. El Leonardo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE LEONARDO
"I must have been mistaken," said Romantovski, not looking at them. "Something seemed to have flown by. I saw once an airplane fall."
"That happens," assented Gustav. "Listen, we dropped in with a purpose. Would you care to buy this? Brand new. And there's a nice sheath."
"Sheath? Is that so? Only, you know, I smoke very seldom."
"Well, you'll smoke oftener. We sell it cheap. Three-fifty."
"Three-fifty. I see."
He fingered the pipe, biting his nether lip and pondering something. His eyes did not really look at the pipe, they moved to and fro.
Meanwhile the brothers began to swell, to gro