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I’m having a Nabokov kind of day, waiting for the rain and watching the sky grow grey. Enjoy today’s Story of the Day over the weekend, and have some delicious coffee:

“As usually happens when the weather is mentioned, the others looked out the window. That made a bluish-gray vein on Khrenov’s neck contract. Then he threw his head back on the pillow again. With a pout, Natasha counted the drops, and her eyelashes kept time. Her sleek dark hair was beaded with rain, and under her eyes there were adorable blue shadows.”