Vladimir Nabokov. Vasiliy Shishkov
Vladimir Nabokov. VASILIY SHISHKOV
"I want to consult you about something," he continued. "A meeting between us would be desirable."
I am a person not spoiled by such desires. My assent all but brimmed with tender emotion. We decided he would see me next day at my shabby hotel (grandly named Royal Versailles). Very punctually I came down into the simulacrum of a lounge which was comparatively quiet at that hour, if one discounted the convulsive exertions of the lift, and the conversation conducted in their accustomed corner by four German refugees who were discussing certain intricacies of the carte d'identite system. One of them