Fyodor Dostoevsky

events, at my hotel in Paris I received far more attention from

the company after I had told them about the fracas with the

sacristan. A fat Polish nobleman, who had been the most

offensive of all who were present at the table d'hote, at once

went upstairs, while some of the Frenchmen were simply disgusted

when I told them that two years ago I had encountered a man at

whom, in 1812, a French 'hero' fired for the mere fun of

discharging his musket. That man was then a boy of ten and his

family are still residing in Moscow."

"Impossible!" the Frenchman spluttered. "No French soldier

would fire at a child!"

"Nevertheless the incident was as I say," I replied. "A very respected

ex-captain told me the story, and I myself could see the scar left on

his cheek."

The Frenchman then began chattering volubly, and the General

supported him; but I recommended the former to read, for

example, extracts from the memoirs of General Perovski, who, in

1812, was a prisoner in the hands of the French. Finally Maria

Philipovna said something to interrupt the conversation. The

General was furious with me for having started the altercation

with the Frenchman. On the other hand, Mr. Astley seemed to take

great pleasure in my brush with Monsieur, and, rising from the

table, proposed that we should go and have a drink together. The

same afternoon, at four o'clock, I went to have my customary

talk with Polina Alexandrovna; and, the talk soon extended to a

stroll. We entered the Park, and approached the Casino, where

Polina seated herself upon a bench near the fountain, and sent

Nadia away to a little distance to play with some other

children. Mischa also I dispatched to play by the fountain, and

in this fashion we--that is to say, Polina and myself--contrived

to find ourselves alone.

Of course, we began by talking on business matters. Polina

seemed furious when I handed her only 700 gulden, for she had

thought to receive from Paris, as the proceeds of the pledging

of her diamonds, at least 2000 gulden, or even more.

"Come what may, I MUST have money," she said. "And get it somehow

I will--otherwise I shall be ruined."

I asked her what had happened during my absence.

"Nothing; except that two pieces of news have reached us from

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