Fyodor Dostoevsky

got things ready, and on the following day, a Friday, set out for

here. I occupied a special compartment in the train, and where

ever I had to change I found at the station bearers who were

ready to carry me for a few coppers. You have nice quarters

here," she went on as she glanced around the room. " But where

on earth did you get the money for them, my good sir? I thought

that everything of yours had been mortgaged? This Frenchman

alone must be your creditor for a good deal. Oh, I know all

about it, all about it."

"I-I am surprised at you, my dearest mother," said the General

in some confusion. "I-I am greatly surprised. But I do not

need any extraneous control of my finances. Moreover, my

expenses do not exceed my income, and we--"

"They do not exceed it? Fie! Why, you are robbing your children

of their last kopeck--you, their guardian!"

"After this," said the General, completely taken aback,

"--after what you have just said, I do not know whether--"

"You do not know what? By heavens, are you never going to drop

that roulette of yours? Are you going to whistle all your

property away?"

This made such an impression upon the General that he almost

choked with fury.

"Roulette, indeed? I play roulette? Really, in view of my

position-- Recollect what you are saying, my dearest mother. You

must still be unwell."

"Rubbish, rubbish!" she retorted. "The truth is that you

CANNOT be got away from that roulette. You are simply telling

lies. This very day I mean to go and see for myself what

roulette is like. Prascovia, tell me what there is to be seen

here; and do you, Alexis Ivanovitch, show me everything; and do

you, Potapitch, make me a list of excursions. What IS there to be

seen?" again she inquired of Polina.

"There is a ruined castle, and the Shlangenberg."

"The Shlangenberg? What is it? A forest?"

"No, a mountain on the summit of which there is a place fenced

off. From it you can get a most beautiful view."

"Could a chair be carried up that mountain of yours?"

"Doubtless we could find bearers for the purpose," I interposed.

At this moment Theodosia, the nursemaid, approached the old lady

with the General's children.

"No, I DON'T want to see them," said the Grandmother. "I hate

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