Vladimir Nabokov. Un poeta olvidado
Vladimir Nabokov. A FORGOTTEN POET
Find me that button and my soul will know that every soul is saved and stored and treasured a chink appeared for the first time in his composure and he slowly unfolded a large handkerchief and lustily blew his nose—a sound which sent Yermakov's heavily adumbrated, diamond-bright eye squinting like that of a timorous steed.
The handkerchief was returned to the folds of the coat and only several sec