Fyodor Dostoevsky

At first the old lady did no more than watch the gamblers, and

ply me, in a half-whisper, with sharp-broken questions as to who

was so-and-so. Especially did her favour light upon a very young

man who was plunging heavily, and had won (so it was whispered)

as much as 40,000 francs, which were lying before him on the

table in a heap of gold and bank-notes. His eyes kept flashing,

and his hands shaking; yet all the while he staked without any

sort of calculation--just what came to his hand, as he kept

winning and winning, and raking and raking in his gains. Around

him lacqueys fussed--placing chairs just behind where he was

standing-- and clearing the spectators from his vicinity, so that

he should have more room, and not be crowded--the whole done, of

course, in expectation of a generous largesse. From time to time

other gamblers would hand him part of their winnings--being glad

to let him stake for them as much as his hand could grasp; while

beside him stood a Pole in a state of violent, but respectful,

agitation, who, also in expectation of a generous largesse, kept

whispering to him at intervals (probably telling him what to

stake, and advising and directing his play). Yet never once did

the player throw him a glance as he staked and staked, and raked

in his winnings. Evidently, the player in question was dead to

all besides.

For a few minutes the Grandmother watched him.

"Go and tell him," suddenly she exclaimed with a nudge at my

elbow, "--go and tell him to stop, and to take his money with

him, and go home. Presently he will be losing--yes, losing

everything that he has now won." She seemed almost breathless

with excitement.

"Where is Potapitch?" she continued. "Send Potapitch to speak

to him. No, YOU must tell him, you must tell him,"--here she

nudged me again--"for I have not the least notion where

Potapitch is. Sortez, sortez," she shouted to the young man,

until I leant over in her direction and whispered in her ear

that no shouting was allowed, nor even loud speaking, since to

do so disturbed the calculations of the players, and might lead

to our being ejected.

"How provoking!" she retorted. "Then the young man is done

for! I suppose he WISHES to be ruined. Yet I could not bear to

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