Vladimir Nabokov. El Leonardo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE LEONARDO
Gustav shook with mirth too, but then his expression changed suddenly.
"He slipped us his slither, the rogue!" cried Gustav and ran, naked, to the wardrobe where he kept his money box.
"Doesn't matter, we'll pass it," said his brother. "A nonexpert won't see the difference."
"Yes, but what a rogue!" Gustav kept repeating.
My poor Romantovski! And I who believed with them that you were indeed someone exceptional. I believed, let me confess