Vladimir Nabokov. Lik
Vladimir Nabokov. LIK
At the same moment he was sprinkled by the cool dust of a breaker. The lady looked up at Lik with blue, English eyes, unhurriedly closed her red book, and left without a word.
"Just a joke," said Koldunov, as he reappeared, out of breath. "Voila. I'll take a few for myself. Yes, I'm afraid my little woman has no time to sit on a bench and look at the sea. I implore you, promise me that we'll meet again. Remember the omen! Tomorrow, after to morrow, whenever you want. Promise me! Wait, I'll give you my address."