The crickets kept crepitating; from time to time there came… - Vladimir Nabokov

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The crickets kept crepitating; from time to time there came a sweet whiff of burning juniper; and above the black alpestrine steppe, above the silken sea, the enormous, all-engulfing sky, dove-gray with stars, made one's head spin, and suddenly Martin again experienced a feeling he had known on more than one occasion as a child: an unbearable intensification of all his senses, a magical and demanding impulse, the presence of something for which alone it was worth living.

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Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (22 April (O.S. 10 April) 1899 – 2 July 1977) was a Russian-American writer. He wrote his first literary works in Russian, but gained international prominence as a masterly prose stylist for the novels he composed in English; his Lolita (1955) is frequently cited as one of the most important novels of the 20th century.

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Native Name: Владимир Владимирович Набоков

Alternative Names: Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov • Vladimir Sirin • Vl. Sirin • Wladimir Nabokoff-Sirin • V. Sirin • Nabokov

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