Vladimir Nabokov. Signos y símbolos
Vladimir Nabokov. SIGNS AND SYMBOLS
She waited for her husband to open his umbrella and then took his arm. He kept clearing his throat in a special resonant way he had when he was upset. They reached the bus-stop shelter on the other side of the street and he closed his umbrella. A few feet away, under a swaying and dripping tree, a tiny half-dead unfledged bird was helplessly twitching in a puddle.
During the long ride to the subway station, she and her husband did not exchange a word; and every time she glanced at his old hands (swolle