Vladimir Nabokov. Primer amor
Vladimir Nabokov. FIRST LOVE
At a collapsible table, my mother and I played a card game called durachki. Although it was still broad daylight, our cards, a glass, and on a different plane the locks of a suitcase were reflected in the window. Through forest and field, and in sudden ravines, and among scuttling cottages, those discarnate gamblers kept steadily playing on for steadily sparkling stakes.
"Ne budet-li, t'i ved} ustal