Short Fiction - Aleksandr Kuprin (best ebook reader for ubuntu .TXT) 📗
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“You never told me that granny had told your fortune,” said Olyessia, and, seeing that I gave a cautious glance behind me, she added: “It’s quite all right, she’s rather deaf. She won’t hear. It’s only my voice she understands well.”
“Yes, she did. Why?”
“I just asked … nothing more. … And do you believe in it?” She gave a quick, stealthy glance.
“Believe what? The fortune your granny told me, or generally?”
“I mean generally.”
“I don’t quite know. It would be truer to say, I don’t believe in it, but still who knows? They say there are cases. … They write about it in clever books even. But I don’t believe what your granny told me at all. Any village woman could tell me as much.”
Olyessia smiled.
“Yes, nowadays she tells fortunes badly, it’s true. She’s old, and besides she’s very much afraid. But what did the cards say?”
“Nothing interesting. I can’t even remember it now. The usual kind of thing: a distant journey, something with clubs. … I’ve quite forgotten.”
“Yes, she’s a bad fortune-teller now. She’s grown so old that she has forgotten a great many words. … How could she? And she’s scared as well. It’s only the sight of money makes her consent to tell.”
“What’s she scared of?”
“The authorities, of course. … The village policeman comes, and threatens her every time. ‘I can have you put away at any minute,’ he says. ‘You know what people like you get for witchcraft? Penal servitude for life on Hawk Island.’ Tell me what you think. Is it true?”
“It’s not altogether a lie. There is some punishment for doing it, but not so bad as all that. … And you, Olyessia, can you tell fortunes?”
It was as though she were perplexed, but only for a second.
“I can. … But not for money,” she added hastily.
“You might put out the cards for me?”
“No,” she answered with quiet resolution, shaking her head.
“Why won’t you? Very well, some other time. … Somehow I believe you will tell me the truth.”
“No. I will not. I won’t do it for anything.”
“Oh, that’s not right, Olyessia. For first acquaintance’ sake you can’t refuse. … Why don’t you want to?”
“Because I’ve put out the cards for you already. It’s wrong to do it twice.”
“Wrong? But why? I don’t understand it.”
“No, no, it’s wrong, wrong,” she began to whisper with superstitious dread. “It’s forbidden to ask twice of Fate. It’s not right. Fate will discover, overhear. … She does not like to be asked. That’s why all fortune-tellers are unhappy.”
I wanted to make a jesting reply to Olyessia; but I could not. There was too much sincere conviction in her words; and when she turned her head to the door in a strange fear as she uttered the word Fate, in spite of myself I turned with her.
“Well, if you won’t want to tell me my fortune now, tell me what the cards have told you already,” I begged.
Olyessia suddenly gave a turn to the spinning-wheel, and with her hand touched mine.
“No! … better not,” she said. A childlike, imploring look came into her eyes. “Please, don’t ask me. … There was nothing good in it. … Better not ask.”
But I insisted. I could not understand whether her refusal and her dark allusions to Fate were the deliberate trick of a fortune-teller, or whether she herself really believed what she said. But I became rather uneasy; what was almost a dread took hold of me.
“Well, I’ll tell you, perhaps,” Olyessia finally consented. “But listen; a bargain’s better than money; don’t be angry if you don’t like what I say. The cards said that though you are a good man, you are only a weak one. … Your goodness is not sound, nor quite sincere. You are not master of your word. You love to have the whip-hand of people, and yet, though you yourself do not want to, you submit to them. You are fond of wine and—Well, if I’ve got to say, I’ll say everything right to the last. … You are very fond of women, and because of that you will have much evil in your life. … You do not value money and you cannot save. You will never be rich. … Shall I go on?”
“Go on, go on, say everything you know!”
“The cards said too that your life will not be a happy one. You will never love with your heart, because your heart is cold and dull, and you will cause great sorrow to those who love you. You will never marry; you will die a bachelor. There will be no great joys in your life, but much weariness and depression. … There will come a time when you will want to put an end to your life. … That will come to you, but you will not dare, you will go on enduring. You will suffer great poverty, but towards the end your fate will be changed through the death of someone near you, quite unexpected. But all this will be in years to come; but this year … I don’t know exactly when … the cards say very soon … maybe this very month—”
“What will happen this year?” I asked when she stopped again.
“I’m afraid to tell you any more. … A great love will come to you through the queen of clubs. Only I can’t see whether she is married or a girl, but I know that she has dark hair. …”
Involuntarily I gave a swift glance to
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