At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.


Nabokov's congeries (ed. 1968)


At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.

At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.

At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.

At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.