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Vladimir Nabokov. FIRST LOVE
at circled around the hill and connected our farm with the highway running along the shore. The thudding of hooves and the rasping of wheels came descending upon us; and we dropped, cloak and all, behind a bush. When the rumble subsided, we crossed the road and continued along a weedy slope. The silvery sea gradually concealed itself behind cypresses and remnants of old stone walls. Our black cloak began to feel hot and heavy but still we persevered under its protection, being afraid that otherwise some passerby might notice our infirmity.
We emerged upon the highway, a few feet from the audible sea— and there, waiting for us under a cypress, was a carriage we knew, a cartlike affair on