Vladimir Nabokov. Masha (№ 307640)

He walked and thought, now his shadow will wander from city to city, from screen to screen, what he'll never know what kind of people will see it and how long it will roam around the world. And then when he went to bed and listened to trains through through this sad House, where lived seven Russian lost shades, the whole life he had the same shot, during which indifferent statistician does not know in what pattern it is involved.