Best Russian Short Stories eBook

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The banker recalled all this, and thought: 

“To-morrow at twelve o’clock he receives his freedom.  Under the agreement, I shall have to pay him two millions.  If I pay, it’s all over with me.  I am ruined for ever ...”

Fifteen years before he had too many millions to count, but now he was afraid to ask himself which he had more of, money or debts.  Gambling on the Stock-Exchange, risky speculation, and the recklessness of which he could not rid himself even in old age, had gradually brought his business to decay; and the fearless, self-confident, proud man of business had become an ordinary banker, trembling at every rise and fall in the market.

“That cursed bet,” murmured the old man clutching his head in despair...  “Why didn’t the man die?  He’s only forty years old.  He will take away my last farthing, marry, enjoy life, gamble on the Exchange, and I will look on like an envious beggar and hear the same words from him every day:  ’I’m obliged to you for the happiness of my life.  Let me help you.’  No, it’s too much!  The only escape from bankruptcy and disgrace—­is that the man should die.”

The clock had just struck three.  The banker was listening.  In the house every one was asleep, and one could hear only the frozen trees whining outside the windows.  Trying to make no sound, he took out of his safe the key of the door which had not been opened for fifteen years, put on his overcoat, and went out of the house.  The garden was dark and cold.  It was raining.  A damp, penetrating wind howled in the garden and gave the trees no rest.  Though he strained his eyes, the banker could see neither the ground, nor the white statues, nor the garden wing, nor the trees.  Approaching the garden wing, he called the watchman twice.  There was no answer.  Evidently the watchman had taken shelter from the bad weather and was now asleep somewhere in the kitchen or the greenhouse.

“If I have the courage to fulfil my intention,” thought the old man, “the suspicion will fall on the watchman first of all.”

In the darkness he groped for the steps and the door and entered the hall of the garden-wing, then poked his way into a narrow passage and struck a match.  Not a soul was there.  Some one’s bed, with no bedclothes on it, stood there, and an iron stove loomed dark in the corner.  The seals on the door that led into the prisoner’s room were unbroken.

When the match went out, the old man, trembling from agitation, peeped into the little window.

In the prisoner’s room a candle was burning dimly.  The prisoner himself sat by the table.  Only his back, the hair on his head and his hands were visible.  Open books were strewn about on the table, the two chairs, and on the carpet near the table.

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