Vladimir Nabokov. El Leonardo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE LEONARDO
Gustav stood up. Romantovski was lying on the ground and speaking in Polish. Abruptly his voice broke off.
"And now let's be gone," said Gustav. "I stuck him."
"Take it out," said Anton, "take it out of him."
"I did," said Gustav. "God, how I stuck him."
They scurried off, though not toward the light, but across dark vacant lots. After skirting the cemetery they reached a back alley, exchanged glances, and slowed down to a normal walk.
Upon coming home, they immediately fell asleep. Anton dreamed he was sitting on the grass and watching a barge drift by. Gustav did not dream of