The Lower Depths Page #2

- With pleasure.

Banco.

Four.

Eight.

Excuse me.

The clock strikes midnight in the city

The rich sleep in their featherbeds

The rats scurry

through the empty streets

The crooks set out on a job

They go calmly about their work

Armed with revolvers and knives

All trades are equal on this earth

Each has his hour and his task

When stealing is how you live

When you steal or murder

It;s not the lark you might imagine

Pity the poor boys

At the serenading hour

When hearts rest easy

That;s when they go to the guillotine

Cry for the poor boys

Excuse me.

Care to dance?

Did you lose?

I was lucky, but my opponent

was even more so. Quite a game.

- They say you're in trouble.

- People will talk.

Is there nothing I can do?

It's odd. Suddenly I feel that

we cared very much for each other.

- Won't I see you again?

- Good night, dear.

Pity.

Care to dance, miss?

Forgive me for keeping you waiting,

Baron, but I dozed off.

You have the right.

These late hours aren't good

for your health, Baron.

And his lordship didn't even

return home for dinner.

The chicken was delicious.

- You ate it?

- Yes, sir.

Then why are you complaining?

A delegation of tradesmen came by.

They waited for two hours.

- No matter.

- Creditors' agents, too.

- Again?

- Tomorrow they'll take everything.

- They're welcome to it.

- lt's no joking matter.

Felix, you can't imagine

what a pest you're being.

His lordship is too kind.

Wouldn't you like an employer

who paid you regularly?

Such employers are

a dime a dozen, sir.

Then you'll remember me fondly

when Im gone?

Surely the baron is joking.

Anything else, sir?

- Go to bed, Felix.

- Good night, sir.

- Good night, Felix.

Sleep well, sir.

I won't be easily awakened.

Please be so kind

as to return my gun.

- What?

- I need it.

- Sorry?

- Careful, it's loaded.

Put it down.

- You won't call for help?

- Call who?

- Servants. The police.

- What for?

- You give your word?

If I understand correctly,

you're here to rob me.

How funny.

You've got the wrong house.

The banker lives next door.

- Don't try to fool me.

- Im not.

You'll be lucky to find 50 rubles

in the whole place.

You're welcome to the rest.

It's no longer mine.

How about a shot for courage?

Yes?

Yes.

A drink between colleagues.

No joke?

You can trust me.

Then let's have another.

It's good stuff.

Is your line of work profitable?

Well, it has its ups and downs.

Somehow the job that'll put you

on easy street never pans out.

That's life, my friend.

Are you hungry?

- I wouldn't want to impose.

But you'd rob me blind instead?

Hardly logical.

To hell with logic.

I was raised with certain manners.

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