My Life When It Snows Nabokov loves going for walks with us, when we go up to the last house on the hill. The fallen trees. I love walking up winding roads. The black dog which comes to my cottage is very cute. It’s so picturesque when I look from above. I wait for the morning sun when it snows. Nabokov, standing behind my cottage. Nabokov, below the last house on the hill.