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Read Ebook: The Lock and Key Library: The Most Interesting Stories of All Nations: North Europe — Russian — Swedish — Danish — Hungarian by B Rsony Istv N Contributor Bergs E Vilhelm Contributor Blicher Steen Steensen Contributor Chekhov Anton Pavlovich Contributor Dostoyevsky Fyodor Contributor Elck Arthur Contributor Ingemann Bernhard Severin Contributor J Kai M R Contributor Krestovskii Vs
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The Most Interesting Stories of All Nations
Edited by Julian Hawthorne
December, 1998
The Lock and Key Library
The Most Interesting Stories of All Nations
Edited by Julian Hawthorne
North Europe--Russian--Swedish--Danish--Hungarian
Table of Contents
ALEXANDER SERGEIEVITCH PUSHKIN
The Queen of Spades
VERA JELIHOVSKY
The General's Will
FEODOR MIKHAILOVITCH DOSTOYEVSKY
Crime and Punishment
ANTON CHEKHOFF
The Safety Match
VSEVOLOD VLADIMIROVITCH KRESTOVSKI
Knights of Industry
JORGEN WILHELM BERGSOE
The Amputated Arms
OTTO LARSSEN
The Manuscript
BERNHARD SEVERIN INGEMANN
The Sealed Room
STEEN STEENSEN BLICHER
The Rector of Veilbye
HUNGARIAN MYSTERY STORIES
FERENCZ MOLNAR
The Living Death
MAURUS JOKAI
Thirteen at Table
ETIENNE BARSONY
The Dancing Bear
ARTHUR ELCK
The Tower Room
Russian Mystery Stories
Alexander Sergeievitch Pushkin
The Queen of Spades
There was a card party at the rooms of Naroumoff, of the Horse Guards. The long winter night passed away imperceptibly, and it was five o'clock in the morning before the company sat down to supper. Those who had won ate with a good appetite; the others sat staring absently at their empty plates. When the champagne appeared, however, the conversation became more animated, and all took a part in it.
"And how did you fare, Souirin?" asked the host.
"Oh, I lost, as usual. I must confess that I am unlucky. I play mirandole, I always keep cool, I never allow anything to put me out, and yet I always lose!"
"And you did not once allow yourself to be tempted to back the red? Your firmness astonishes me."
"But what do you think of Hermann?" said one of the guests, pointing to a young engineer. "He has never had a card in his hand in his life, he has never in his life laid a wager; and yet he sits here till five o'clock in the morning watching our play."
"Play interests me very much," said Hermann, "but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous."
"Hermann is a German; he is economical--that is all!" observed Tomsky. "But if there is one person that I cannot understand, it is my grandmother, the Countess Anna Fedorovna!"
"How so?" inquired the guests.
"I cannot understand," continued Tomsky, "how it is that my grandmother does not punt."
"Then you do not know the reason why?"
"No, really; I haven't the faintest idea. But let me tell you the story. You must know that about sixty years ago my grandmother went to Paris, where she created quite a sensation. People used to run after her to catch a glimpse of the 'Muscovite Venus.' Richelieu made love to her, and my grandmother maintains that he almost blew out his brains in consequence of her cruelty. At that time ladies used to play at faro. On one occasion at the Court, she lost a very considerable sum to the Duke of Orleans. On returning home, my grandmother removed the patches from her face, took off her hoops, informed my grandfather of her loss at the gaming-table, and ordered him to pay the money. My deceased grandfather, as far as I remember, was a sort of house-steward to my grandmother. He dreaded her like fire; but, on hearing of such a heavy loss, he almost went out of his mind. He calculated the various sums she had lost, and pointed out to her that in six months she had spent half a million of francs; that neither their Moscow nor Saratoff estates were in Paris; and, finally, refused point-blank to pay the debt. My grandmother gave him a box on the ear and slept by herself as a sign of her displeasure. The next day she sent for her husband, hoping that this domestic punishment had produced an effect upon him, but she found him inflexible. For the first time in her life she entered into reasonings and explanations with him, thinking to be able to convince him by pointing out to him that there are debts and debts, and that there is a great difference between a prince and a coachmaker.
"But it was all in vain, my grandfather still remained obdurate. But the matter did not rest there. My grandmother did not know what to do. She had shortly before become acquainted with a very remarkable man. You have heard of Count St. Germain, about whom so many marvelous stories are told. You know that he represented himself as the Wandering Jew, as the discoverer of the elixir of life, of the philosopher's stone, and so forth. Some laughed at him as a charlatan; but Casnova, in his memoirs, says that he was a spy. But be that as it may, St. Germain, in spite of the mystery surrounding him, was a very fascinating person, and was much sought after in the best circles of society. Even to this day my grandmother retains an affectionate recollection of him, and becomes quite angry if anyone speaks disrespectfully of him. My grandmother knew that St. Germain had large sums of money at his disposal. She resolved to have recourse to him, and she wrote a letter to him asking him to come to her without delay. The queer old man immediately waited upon her, and found her overwhelmed with grief. She described to him in the blackest colors the barbarity of her husband, and ended by declaring that her whole hope depended upon his friendship and amiability.
"St. Germain reflected.
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