Vladimir Nabokov. Un jirón de vida
Vladimir Nabokov. A SLICE OF LIFE
"Khoroshaya shtooka," he said—crammed back the shtooka (thing), and suddenly broke into tears. I had him sit down close to me on the couch, he swayed to one side with his sobs increasing, and ended by burying his face in my lap. I stroked lightly his hot emery-papery scalp and rosy robust nape which I find so attractive in males. Gradually his spasms abated. He bit me softly through my skirt, and sat up.
"Know what?" said Pavel Romanovich and while speaking he sonorously cla