Above Nabokov manuscripts
On the 40th anniversary of the death of the writer Ivan Tolstoy: I remember this day perfectly, more precisely the evening, - July 2, 1977, exactly forty years ago. I stood by the window in the Leningrad apartment and smoked a phone. Nearby rustled and whistled the radio. The Voice of America passed the news. The announcer, as expected, said completely impassively: "The Russian-American writer Vladimir Nabokov died in Switzerland." And then - the wall collapsed, the world broke off.