Vladimir Nabokov. Lik
Vladimir Nabokov. LIK
"Dubious character," interrupted Koldunov. "Mefie-toi. Well, well—so here is my Lavrusha. Remarkable! I'm glad. Glad to meet you again. That's fate for you! Remember, Lavrusha, how we used to catch gobies together? As clear as if it happened yesterday. One of my fondest memories. Yes."
Lik knew perfectly well that he had never fished with Koldunov, but confusion, ennui, and timidity prevented him from accusing this stranger of appropriating a nonexistent past. He suddenly felt wiggly and overdressed.
"How many times," continued Koldunov, examining with interest Lik's pale-gray trousers, "how