In the autumn twilight at night, afraid to see the ray of dawn, The banker, an old man in a rumpled tailcoat, was anxiously thinking about the BET. Fifteen years have passed since all the people in this house, A dispute was observed with a lawyer, - the arrogance of betting in millions. The languor of an age is more terrible than death, " the banker fumed, almost shouting, For long days, the dance of whirl is scarier than the executioner's block! Life in captivity is more humane than execution, the lawyer agrees to propose: to change your life to an outhouse in the field, and live in it for fifteen years. After assuring the dispute in front of everyone, they said goodbye, the lawyer began to live in the banker's garden, In an instant, the walls of the window could accommodate all the charms of the big world. Only pages of books, the whisper of walls, any meetings with people are taboo., Food, tobacco, wine, and candles are given in abundance to brighten up captivity. How long ago was that banquet, the lawyer succeeded in science, For fifteen long long years, the banker managed to become bankrupt. The deadline is running out this morning, sneaking into the wing like a thief. The old man decides in dismay, By killing rival, win the argument. Here is a knife in his hand and the lawyer is sleeping, the candle flickering softly melts, The shadow from the candle caresses the leaf, the banker reads it in tears. There is indifference in a letter to the mundane, and madness in people., Their thirst for money and duplicity were overshadowed by beauty. The price of wisdom is cruel, only the cold emptiness inside, He decided to leave early, thereby losing the bet. The old man walked away in tears of shame, and in the afternoon the footman delivered the report.: The lawyer left the wing at night and left all the winnings to the old man. While they were waiting for the dispute to be resolved, they turned the body into a carcass in excess, He multiplied sorrows with wisdom, and gained a soul by multiplying sorrows.