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Vladimir Nabokov
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Vladimir Nabokov
Age: 77 †
Born: 1899
Born: January 1
Died: 1977
Died: January 1
Autobiographer
Chess Composer
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Lepidopterist
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Science Fiction Writer
St. Petersburg
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
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