Vladimir Nabokov. Mademoiselle O : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Mademoiselle O
Vladimir Nabokov. MADEMOISELLE O
lked on their underside, and as suddenly darted away But the most constant source of enchantment during those reading, came from the harlequin pattern of colored panes inset in a white washed framework on either side of the veranda. The garden when viewed through these magic glasses grew strangely still and aloof. If one looked through blue glass, the sand turned to cinders while inky trees swam in a tropical sky. The yellow created an amber world in-fused with an extra strong brew of sunshine. The red made the foliage drip ruby dark upon a coral-tinted footpath. The green soaked green-cry in a greener green. And when, after such richness, one turned to a small square of normal, savorless gl