Fyodor Dostoevsky

property of the bank. Also, whenever the wheel has begun to

turn, the bank ceases to pay out anything."

"Then I should receive nothing if I were staking?"

"No; unless by any chance you had PURPOSELY staked on zero; in

which case you would receive thirty-five times the value of your

stake."

"Why thirty-five times, when zero so often turns up? And if so,

why do not more of these fools stake upon it?"

"Because the number of chances against its occurrence is

thirty-six."

"Rubbish! Potapitch, Potapitch! Come here, and I will give you

some money." The old lady took out of her pocket a

tightly-clasped purse, and extracted from its depths a

ten-gulden piece. "Go at once, and stake that upon zero."

"But, Madame, zero has only this moment turned up," I

remonstrated; "wherefore, it may not do so again for ever so

long. Wait a little, and you may then have a better chance."

"Rubbish! Stake, please."

"Pardon me, but zero might not turn up again until, say,

tonight, even though you had staked thousands upon it. It often

happens so."

"Rubbish, rubbish! Who fears the wolf should never enter the

forest. What? We have lost? Then stake again."

A second ten-gulden piece did we lose, and then I put down a

third. The Grandmother could scarcely remain seated in her

chair, so intent was she upon the little ball as it leapt

through the notches of the ever-revolving wheel. However, the

third ten-gulden piece followed the first two. Upon this the

Grandmother went perfectly crazy. She could no longer sit still,

and actually struck the table with her fist when the croupier

cried out, "Trente-six," instead of the desiderated zero.

"To listen to him!" fumed the old lady. "When will that

accursed zero ever turn up? I cannot breathe until I see it. I

believe that that infernal croupier is PURPOSELY keeping it from

turning up. Alexis Ivanovitch, stake TWO golden pieces this

time. The moment we cease to stake, that cursed zero will come

turning up, and we shall get nothing."

"My good Madame--"

"Stake, stake! It is not YOUR money."

Accordingly I staked two ten-gulden pieces. The ball went

hopping round the wheel until it began to settle through the

notches. Meanwhile the Grandmother sat as though petrified, with

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