Vladimir Nabokov. El círculo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE CIRCLE
That summer Innokentiy was gloomier than ever and scarcely spoke to his father, limiting himself to mumbles and "hms." Ilya Ilyich, on his part, experienced an odd embarrassment in his son's presence— mainly because he assumed, with terror and tenderness, that Innokentiy lived wholeheartedly in the pure world of the underground as he had himself at that age. Schoolmaster Bychkov's room: motes of dust in a slanting sunbeam; lit by that beam, a small table he had made with hi