Vladimir Nabokov. Primavera en Fialta : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Primavera en Fialta
Vladimir Nabokov. SPRING IN FIALTA
ed, God knows why, from the music box of memory, a sobbing ballad which often used to be sung by an old maiden aunt of mine, with a face as yellow as Russian church wax, but whom nature had given such a powerful, ecstatically full voice that it seemed to swallow her up in the glory of a fiery cloud as soon as she would begin:
On dit que tu te maries, tu sais que j'en vais mourir and that melody, the pain, the offense, the link between hymen and death evoked by the rhythm, and the voice itself of the dead singer, which accompanied the recollection as the sole owner of the song, gave me no rest for several hours after Nina's departure and even later arose at increasing intervals lik