Vladimir Nabokov. El círculo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE CIRCLE
Rotating in slow descent, the winged fruit of a linden lit on the tablecloth.
At the nobility's end Godunov-Cherdyntsev raised his voice, speaking across the table to a very old lady in a lacy gown, and as he spoke encircled with one arm the graceful waist of his daughter who stood near and kept tossing up a rubber ball on her palm. For quite a time Innokentiy tussled with a luscious morsel