A humor story
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.
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."
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."
is a German; he is economicaló≠that is all!" observed Tomsky.
"But if there is one person that I cannot understand, it is my
grandmother, the Countess Anna Fedorovna!"