Vladimir Nabokov. El Leonardo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE LEONARDO
"My mother and sister live in the country," Anna was telling him in a rather cozy undertone amid the velvety night. "As soon as I get married, I hope to visit them with him. Last summer my sister—" Romantovski suddenly looked back.
"—won a lottery prize," continued Anna, mechanically looking back too.
Gustav emitted a sonorous whistle.
"Why, it's them!" exclaimed Anna, and joyfully burst out laughing. "Ah, the rascals!"
"Good evening, good evening," said Gustav hastily, in a panting voice. "What are you doing