Copulation
The only way he could possess her was in the most [] position of copulation: he reclining on cushions, she sitting in the fauteuil of his flesh with her back to him.The procedure- a few bounces over very small humps- meant nothing to her. [] She looked at the snow –scape on the footboard of the bed- at the curtains, and he holding her in front of him like a child being given a sleighride down a short slope by a kind stranger, he saw her back, her hips between his hands.
Like toads or tortoises neither saw each other’s faces
Бедный старик В. В. Набоков!! Он держал в банковской ячейке свои последние откровения… Но их вынули и опубликовали.
Да ещё и на русский язык перевели!!!
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