Fyodor Dostoevsky

"But, Madame, that will be so much to venture!" I

remonstrated. "Suppose the red should not turn up?" The

Grandmother almost struck me in her excitement. Her agitation

was rapidly making her quarrelsome. Consequently, there was

nothing for it but to stake the whole four thousand gulden as

she had directed.

The wheel revolved while the Grandmother sat as bolt upright,

and with as proud and quiet a mien, as though she had not the

least doubt of winning.

"Zero!" cried the croupier.

At first the old lady failed to understand the situation; but,

as soon as she saw the croupier raking in her four thousand

gulden, together with everything else that happened to be

lying on the table, and recognised that the zero which had

been so long turning up, and on which we had lost nearly two

hundred ten-gulden pieces, had at length, as though of set

purpose, made a sudden reappearance--why, the poor old lady

fell to cursing it, and to throwing herself about, and wailing

and gesticulating at the company at large. Indeed, some

people in our vicinity actually burst out laughing.

"To think that that accursed zero should have turned up NOW!"

she sobbed. "The accursed, accursed thing! And, it is all

YOUR fault," she added, rounding upon me in a frenzy. "It

was you who persuaded me to cease staking upon it."

"But, Madame, I only explained the game to you. How am I to

answer for every mischance which may occur in it?"

"You and your mischances!" she whispered threateningly.

"Go! Away at once!"

"Farewell, then, Madame." And I turned to depart.

"No-- stay," she put in hastily. "Where are you going to? Why

should you leave me? You fool! No, no... stay here. It is I who

was the fool. Tell me what I ought to do."

"I cannot take it upon myself to advise you, for you will only

blame me if I do so. Play at your own discretion. Say exactly

what you wish staked, and I will stake it."

"Very well. Stake another four thousand gulden upon the red.

Take this banknote to do it with. I have still got twenty

thousand roubles in actual cash."

"But," I whispered, "such a quantity of money--"

"Never mind. I cannot rest until I have won back my losses.

Stake!"

I staked, and we lost.

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