At five in the morning
breakfast
was served
to the weary players.
to the weary players.
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Title: The Queen Of Spades
1901
Author: Alexander Sergeievitch Poushkin
Translator: H. Twitchell
Release Date: October 17, 2007 [EBook #23058]
Language: English
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THE QUEEN OF SPADES
By Alexander Sergeievitch Poushkin
Translated by H. Twitchell
Copyright, 1901, by The Current Literature Publishing Company
AT the house of Naroumov, a cavalry officer, the long winter night had
been passed in gambling. At five in the morning breakfast was served
to the weary players. The winners ate with relish; the losers, on the
contrary, pushed back their plates and sat brooding gloomily. Under
the influence of the good wine, however, the conversation then became
general.
"Well, Sourine? " said the host inquiringly.
"Oh, I lost as usual. My luck is abominable. No matter how cool I keep,
I never win.
At five in the morning breakfast was served
to the weary players. The winners ate with relish; the losers, on the
contrary, pushed back their plates and sat brooding gloomily. Under
the influence of the good wine, however, the conversation then became
general.
"Well, Sourine? " said the host inquiringly.
"Oh, I lost as usual. My luck is abominable. No matter how cool I keep,
I never win. "
"How is it, Herman, that you never touch a card? " remarked one of the
men, addressing a young officer of the Engineering Corps. "Here you are
with the rest of us at five o'clock in the morning, and you have neither
played nor bet all night. "
"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to sacrifice the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities. "
"Herman is a German, therefore economical; that explains it," said
Tomsky. "But the person I can't quite understand is my grandmother, the
Countess Anna Fedorovna. "
"Why? " inquired a chorus of voices.
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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Title: The Queen Of Spades
1901
Author: Alexander Sergeievitch Poushkin
Translator: H. Twitchell
Release Date: October 17, 2007 [EBook #23058]
Language: English
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE QUEEN OF SPADES ***
Produced by David Widger
THE QUEEN OF SPADES
By Alexander Sergeievitch Poushkin
Translated by H. Twitchell
Copyright, 1901, by The Current Literature Publishing Company
AT the house of Naroumov, a cavalry officer, the long winter night had
been passed in gambling. At five in the morning breakfast was served
to the weary players. The winners ate with relish; the losers, on the
contrary, pushed back their plates and sat brooding gloomily. Under
the influence of the good wine, however, the conversation then became
general.
"Well, Sourine? " said the host inquiringly.
"Oh, I lost as usual. My luck is abominable. No matter how cool I keep,
I never win.
At five in the morning breakfast was served
to the weary players. The winners ate with relish; the losers, on the
contrary, pushed back their plates and sat brooding gloomily. Under
the influence of the good wine, however, the conversation then became
general.
"Well, Sourine? " said the host inquiringly.
"Oh, I lost as usual. My luck is abominable. No matter how cool I keep,
I never win. "
"How is it, Herman, that you never touch a card? " remarked one of the
men, addressing a young officer of the Engineering Corps. "Here you are
with the rest of us at five o'clock in the morning, and you have neither
played nor bet all night. "
"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to sacrifice the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities. "
"Herman is a German, therefore economical; that explains it," said
Tomsky. "But the person I can't quite understand is my grandmother, the
Countess Anna Fedorovna. "
"Why? " inquired a chorus of voices.
