Vladimir Nabokov. El Leonardo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE LEONARDO
He tried to refuse.
"Oh, come along!" cried the brothers; they grabbed him under the arms and swept him off (while at it, they could feel how thin he was— that weakness, that slenderness below the shoulder offered an irresist ible temptation—ah, to give a good squeeze so as to make him crunch, ah, hard to control oneself, let us, at least, dig into him on the move, just once, lightly.
"You are hurting me," said Romantovski. "Leave me alone, I can walk by myself."
The promised beer, the large mouth of Gustav's fiancee, a heavy smell in the room. They tried to make him drunk. Collarle