Vladimir Nabokov. Lik : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Lik
Vladimir Nabokov. LIK
parate it from the sky, from the shuffling of human feet and the unbearable pressure of the music play ing in a nearby bar. He glanced at the expensive watch on his wrist and noticed with a pang that he had lost the crystal; yes, his cuff had brushed against a stone parapet as he had stumbled uphill a while ago. The watch was still alive, defenseless and naked, like a live organ exposed by the surgeon's knife.
He passed his days in a quest for shade and a longing for coolness. There was something infernal in the glimpses of sea and beach, where bronzed demons basked on the torrid shingle. The sunny side of the narrow streets was so strictly forbidden to him that he would have had to solv