"Nabokov's family fled Russia. How could the young Nabokov, sitting innocently and elegantly in a red chair, leafing through a book and butterflies, imagine such displacement, such loss?"
“ナボコフの家族はロシアから逃げ出した　若いナボコフが 赤い椅子に純粋に優雅に座って 蝶々の本をパラパラめくり そんな追放や喪失を いかに想像できたであろう”