Vladimir Nabokov. Mademoiselle O
Vladimir Nabokov. MADEMOISELLE O
The three of us followed a fairly easy trail and, after plodding through deeper snow, reached the road that led to the village. Mean while the sun had set. Dusk came with uncanny suddenness. Mv brother declared he was cold and tired, but I urged him on and finally made him ride the dog (the only member of the party to be still en joying himself). We had gone more than two miles and the moon was fantastically shiny, and my brother, in perfect silence, had begun to tail every now and then from his mount, when a servant with a lantern overtook