By Vladimir Nabokov ; [translated by Dmitri Nabokov in collaboration with the author].
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I met them through Weinstock, from whom they took books—another fascinating device on the part of the fantasy that directs life. Before actually becoming acquainted, we often met on the stairs, and exchanged somewhat wary glances the way Russians do abroad. I noticed Vanya immediately, and immediately my heart gave a flutter; as when, in a dream, you enter a dream-safe room and find therein, at your dream’s disposal, your dream-cornered prey. She had a married sister, Evgenia, a young woman with a nice squarish face that made you think of an amiable and quite handsome bulldog.
I’ll take it,” said the customer and left with his useless purchase. Meanwhile a deep sigh, coming from the back of the store, attracted my attention. ” I asked Weinstock. “I’m going to fire him soon,” he answered in a low voice. “He’s a completely helpless old man. ” He was a little hurt, and this was inopportune: my ghostly, impecunious, weightless condition had to be resolved one way or another, but instead my fantasy was producing some rather insipid small talk. “No, no, Vikentiy Lvovich, why do you call me a skeptic?
Grippe going around,” said Weinstock. “It’s been a long time,” he went on. ” I answered that for a while I had worked as tutor, but had now lost that position, and that I badly wanted to smoke. A customer came in and requested a Russian-Spanish dictionary. “I think I have one,” said Weinstock, turning toward the shelves and running his finger across the backs of several fat little volumes. ” “I’ll take it,” said the customer and left with his useless purchase. Meanwhile a deep sigh, coming from the back of the store, attracted my attention.