Vladimir Nabokov. Mademoiselle O
Vladimir Nabokov. MADEMOISELLE O
A large woman, a very stout woman, Mademoiselle rolled into our existence in 1905 when I was six and my brother five. There she is. 1 see so plainly her abundant dark hair, brushed up high and coverth graying; the three wrinkles on her austere forehead; her beetling brows; the steely eyes behind the black-rimmed pince-nez; that vestig ial mustache; that blotchy complexion, which in moments of wrath dc velops an additional flush in the region of the third, and amplest, chin so regally spread over the frilled mountain of her blouse. And now s