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Vladimir Nabokov. A SLICE OF LIFE
avorite eyeglasses, of the fact that all her relatives were in the know ahead of him, of his wondering— "Yes, here's a nice point," he went on, now addressing directly Plekhanov, a God-fearing widower (for his speech until then had been more or less a harangue in sheer space), "a nice, interesting point: how will it be in the hereafter—will she cohabitate there with me or with that swine?"
"Let us go to my room," I said in my most crystalline tone of voice—and only then did he notice my presence: I had stood, leaning forlornly against a corner of the dark sideboard, with which seemed to fuse my diminutive figure in its black dress—yes, I wear mournin