Vladimir Nabokov. Other shores (№ 297452)

Bunin books I loved in adolescence and later chose his awesome flowing poetry that brocaded prose which he was famous. When I met him in exile, he had just received the Nobel prize. It painfully took the fluidity of time, old age, death, - and he noted with pleasure that keeps me straighter, though thirty years older. I remember he invited me to some kind - probably an expensive and good restaurant for intimate conversation. Unfortunately, I can not stand restaurants, vodka, snacks, music, and intimate conversations. Bunin was puzzled by my indifference to the grouse and annoyed by my refusal to open the soul. By the end of lunch we were already bored with each other. "You will die in agony and utterly alone," he said to me when we went to the hangers.