Vladimir Nabokov. Un jirón de vida
Vladimir Nabokov. A SLICE OF LIFE
"My father's illness," went on Pavel Romanovich, "contributed to his decision. If you really lived there, as you say, then you remember, of course, that street. It is dark there by night, and not infrequently one happens to read—"
"Pavlik," said Lenochka, "here's your pince-nez. I took it away in my bag by mistake."
"It is dark there by night," repeated Pavel Romanovich, opening as he spoke the spectacle case that she had tossed to him across the table.
He put on