Vladimir Nabokov. El Leonardo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE LEONARDO
"Please, don't use your fists. You know perfectly well that—" "Leave him alone, fellows," said Anna with a soft snigger. "Must teach him a lesson," said Gustav, warming up and forefeel-ing with a poignant glow how he too would follow his brother's example and feel those cartilages, that crumpy backbone.
"Apropos, a funny thing happened to me one day," Romantovski started to say, talking fast, but here Gustav began to jam and twist the huge lumps of his