"There"s no one I can borrow of. I have wasted my youth."
He came to a block of stores. A merchant in a fox-skin shuba was standing at the door of his shop, and inviting custom.
"If I hadn"t taken the eight, I should have won."
A little old beggar-woman followed him, snivelling.
"I have no one to borrow of."
A gentleman in a bear-skin shuba pa.s.sed him. A policeman was standing on the corner.
"What can I do that will make sensation? Fire a pistol at them? No! That would be stupid. I have wasted my youth. _Akh!_ what a splendid harness that is hanging in that shop! I should like to be riding behind a troka!... _Ekh!_ you fine fellows![61] I am going back. Lukhnof will be there pretty soon, and we"ll have a game."
[Footnote 61: _golubchiki_, little pigeons.]
He returned to the hotel, and once more counted his money. No, he was not mistaken the first time; twenty-five hundred rubles of public money were missing, just as before.
"I will put up twenty-five rubles first; the next time, a quarter stake; then on seven, on fifteen, on thirty, and on sixty ... three thousand. I will buy that harness, and start. He won"t give me any odds, the villain!
I have wasted my youth!"
This was what was pa.s.sing through the uhlan"s mind just as Lukhnof himself came into the room.
"Well, have you been up long, Mikhalo Vasilyitch?" inquired Lukhnof, deliberately removing from his thin nose his gold eye-gla.s.ses, and carefully wiping them with a red silk handkerchief.
"No, only just this minute. I had a splendid sleep!"
"A new hussar has just come. He is staying with Zavalshevsky. Had you heard about it?"
"No, I hadn"t. Well, no one seems to be here yet. I believe they have gone to call on Priakhin. They"ll be here very soon."
In fact, in a short time there came into the room an officer of the garrison, who was always hovering round Lukhnof; a Greek merchant with a huge hooked nose, cinnamon complexion, and deep-set black eyes; a stout, puffy proprietor, a brandy-distiller who gambled all night long, and always made his stakes on the basis of half a ruble. All of these wished to begin playing as promptly as possible, but the more daring players said nothing about it; Lukhnof, in particular, with perfect equanimity, told stories of rascality in Moscow.
"Just think of it," said he, "Moscow, the metropolis, the capital; and there they go out at night with crooks, dressed like demons; and they scare the stupid people, and rob pedestrians, and that is the end of it. Do the police notice it? No! It is astonishing!"
The uhlan listened attentively to the tales of these highwaymen, but finally got up and un.o.btrusively ordered cards to be brought. The stout proprietor was the first to notice it.
"Well, gentlemen, we are wasting golden moments. To work, let us to work!"
"Yes, you won by the half-ruble last evening, and so you like it,"
exclaimed the Greek.
"It"s a good time to begin," said the garrison officer.
Ilyin looked at Lukhnof. Lukhnof, returning his gaze, went on calmly with his story of the robbers who dressed themselves up like devils. "Will you start the bank?" asked the uhlan.
"Isn"t it rather early?"
"Byelof!" cried the uhlan, reddening for some reason or other; "bring me something to eat.... I haven"t had any dinner to-day, gentlemen. Bring some champagne, and distribute the cards."
A this moment, the count and Zavalshevsky entered. It proved that Turbin and Ilyin were in the same division. They immediately struck up an acquaintance, drank a gla.s.s of champagne, clinking their gla.s.ses together, and in five minutes were calling each other "thou."
It was evident that Ilyin made a very pleasant impression on the count. The count smiled whenever he looked at him, and was amused at his freshness.
"What a fine young uhlan!" he said, "what a mustache! what a splendid mustache!"
Ilyin"s upper lip bore the first down of a mustache, that was as yet almost white.
"You were preparing to play, were you not?" asked the count. "Well, I should like to win from you, Ilyin. I think that you must be a master," he added smiling.
"Yes, we were just starting in," replied Lukhnof, opening a pack of cards.... "Aren"t you going to join us, count?"
"No, I won"t to-night. If I did there wouldn"t be any thing left of any of you! When I take a hand I always break the bank. But I haven"t any money just now. I lost at Volotchok, at the station-house. It was by some sort of infantry-man who wore rings; what a cheat he was! and he cleaned me out completely."
"Were you long there at the station?" asked Ilyin.
"I staid there twenty-two hours. I shall not forget that station, curse it!
and the superintendent won"t forget it either."
"Why?"
"I got there, you see; the superintendent comes out, rascally face, the liar! "There are no horses," said he. Well, now I must tell you, I have made a rule in such cases: when there are no horses, I keep on my shuba, and go straight to the superintendent"s room,--not the waiting-room, mind you, but the superintendent"s own room,--and I have all the windows and doors opened, as though it were stifling. Well, that"s what I did here.
Cold! you remember how cold it has been this last month; twenty degrees below. The superintendent began to remonstrate. I knock his teeth in for him. There was some old woman there; and some young girls and peasant-women[62] set up a piping, were going to seize their pots and fly to the village.... I go to the door, and say, "Let me have horses, and I"ll go away: if you don"t, I won"t let you out, I"ll freeze you all to death.""
[Footnote 62: _babas._]
"What an admirable way!" said the puffy proprietor, bursting out into a laugh. "That"s the way one would freeze out c.o.c.kroaches."
"But I wasn"t sufficiently on my guard: the superintendent and all his women managed to get out and run away. Only the old woman remained on the oven as my hostage. She kept sniffing, and offering prayers to G.o.d. Then we entered into negotiations. The superintendent came back, and, standing at a distance, tried to persuade me to let the old woman go. But I set Blucher on him: Blucher is a magnificent dog to take care of superintendents. Even then the rascal did not let me have horses till the next morning. And then came along that footpad! I went into the next room, and began to play. Have you seen Blucher?--Blucher! _Fiu_!" Blucher came running in. The players received him with flattering attention, although it was evident that they were anxious to get to work at entirely different matters.
"By the way, gentlemen, why don"t you begin your game? I beg of you, don"t let me interfere with you. You see I am a chatterbox," said Turbin.
"_Whether you love or not_, "tis an excellent thing."
III.
Lukhnof took two candles, brought out a huge dark-colored pocket-book full of money; slowly, as though performing some sacrament, opened it on the table; took out two one-hundred-ruble notes, and laid them on the cards.
"There, just the same as last evening; the bank begins with two hundred,"
said he, adjusting his gla.s.ses, and opening a pack of cards.
"Very well," said Ilyin, not glancing at him, or interrupting his conversation with Turbin.
The game began. Lukhnof kept the bank with mechanical regularity, occasionally pausing, and deliberately making notes, or looking sternly over his gla.s.ses, and saying in a weak voice, "Throw."
The stout proprietor talked louder than the rest, making various calculations at the top of his voice, while he wet his clumsy fingers and dog-eared his cards.
The garrison officer silently wrote in a fine hand his account on a card, turned down small corners, pressing them against the table.
The Greek sat next the banker, attentively following the game with his deep black eyes, as though waiting for something.