Instead, the blizzard has calmed down completely before the transparent curtain opens on the somber scene, and complete silence reigns so that every word that is uttered assumes additional importance, as if it were a grave revelation about life and death. As they walk on and off the stage, for some reason they wear glitzy costumes as if in a vaudeville act, contrasting sharply with the dying men's functional grayish weatherwear. The reviews were rather reserved, though not ferocious. His productions, most of which have been concerned with the classics, have had a penchant for the somber, tragic, mystical and visionary. It's the eyes.
Nobody here has eyes.
It would be hard to die more beautifully, more exquisitely, more calmly. Everything most beautiful. Also the public's curiosity, for whatever Nabokov may have written, we want to read it, hear it, see it. If you have been referred to this page without the surrounding frame, click here .