Vladimir Nabokov. Vasiliy Shishkov
Vladimir Nabokov. VASILIY SHISHKOV
Shishkov entered. With a serious expression on his face and some thing equally serious in the thrust of his shoulder, he overcame the rusty reluctance of the revolving door and barely had time to look around before he saw me. Here I noted with pleasure that he es-chewed the conventional grin which I fear so greatly—and to which I myself am prone. I had some difficulty in drawing