Vladimir Nabokov. El círculo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE CIRCLE
The first time he saw them that summer was in late May (Old Stylo) from the top of a hill. A cavalcade appeared on the road curving around its base: Tanya in front, astraddle, boylike, on a bright bay, next Count Godunov-Cherdyntsev himself, an insignificant-looking person riding an oddly small mouse-gray pacer; behind them the breeched Englishman; then some cousin or other; and coming last, Tanya's brother, a boy of thirteen or so, who suddenly spurred his mount, overt