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The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.

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Vladimir Nabokov
Age: 77 †
Born: 1899
Born: January 1
Died: 1977
Died: January 1
Autobiographer
Chess Composer
Chess Player
Journalist
Lepidopterist
Literary Critic
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
St. Petersburg
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
Vladimir Sirin
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Wladimir Nabokoff-Sirin
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Summer
Night
Starless
Spasms
Distant
Lightning
Silent

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