Letters to Vera
Vladimir Nabokov, Brian Boyd, and Olga Voronina
“My delightful, my love, my life, I don’t understand anything: how can you not be with me? I’m so infinitely used to you that I now feel myself lost and empty: without you, my soul.”
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