Vladimir Nabokov. Una mala noticia
Vladimir Nabokov. BREAKING THE NEWS
Fiercely and agonizingly baring his teeth and throwing back his fat face, he finally got his collar fastened. He sighed as he started to go. He had already turned into her street when he saw her from behind walking quietly and trustfully in front of him, with a net bag full of her purchases. Not daring to overtake her, he slowed down. God grant she does not turn! Those dutifully moving feet, that narrow back, still sus pecting nothing. Ah, it shall bend!
She noticed him only on the staircase. Chernobylski remained silent as he saw her ear was still bare.
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