Horizon lived at the Hotel Hermitage for not more than three days and
nights, and during this time he managed to see some three hundred
people. His arrival seemed to enliven the big, gay port city. To him
came the keepers of employment offices for servants, the proprietresses
of cheap hotels, and old, experienced go-betweens, grown gray in the
trade in women. Not so much out of an interest in booty as out of
professional pride, Horizon tried, at all costs, to bargain for as much
profit as possible, to buy a woman as cheaply as possible. Of course,
to receive ten, fifteen roubles more was not the reason for him, but
the mere thought that competitor Yampolsky would receive at the sale
more than he brought him into a frenzy.
After his arrival, the next day, he set off to Mezer the photographer,
taking with him the straw-like girl Bella, and had pictures taken in
various poses together with her; at which for every negative he
received three roubles, while he gave the woman a rouble. After that he
rode off to Barsukova.
This was a woman, or, speaking more correctly, a retired wench, whose
like can be found only in the south of Russia; neither a Pole nor a
Little Russian; already sufficiently old and rich in order to allow
herself the luxury of maintaining a husband (and together with him a
cabaret), a handsome and kindly little Pole. Horizon and Barsukova met
like old friends. They had, it seemed, no fear, no shame, no conscience
when they conversed with each other.
“Madam Barsukova! I can offer you something special! Three women: one a
large brunette, very modest; another a little one, a blonde, but who,
you understand, is ready for everything; the third is a woman of
mystery, who merely smiles and doesn’t say anything, but promises much
and is a beauty!”
Madam Barsukova was gazing at him with mistrust, shaking her head.
“Mister Horizon! What are you trying to fill my head with? Do you want
to do the same with me that you did last time?”
“By God, I should live so, how I want to deceive you! But that’s not
the main thing. I’m also offering you a perfectly educated woman. Do
with her what you like. In all probability you’ll find a connoisseur.”
Barsukova smiled artfully and asked:
“Again a wife?”
“No. But she’s of the nobility.”
“Then that means unpleasantnesses with the police again?”
“Ach! My God! I don’t take big money from you; all the three for a
lousy thousand roubles.”
“Well, let’s talk frankly; five hundred. I don’t want to buy a cat in a
bag.”
“It seems, Madam Barsukova, that it isn’t the first time you and I have
done business together, I won’t deceive you and will bring her here
right away. Only I beg you not to forget that you’re my aunt, and
please work in that direction. I won’t be more than three days here in
the city.”
Madam Barsukova, with all her breasts, bellies and chins, began to sway
merrily.
“We won’t dicker over trifles. All the more so since you don’t deceive
me, nor I you. There’s a great demand for women now. What would you
say, Mister Horizon, if I offered you some red wine?”
“Thank you, Madam Barsukova, with pleasure.”
“Let’s talk a while like old friends. Tell me, how much do you make a
year?”
“Ach, madam, what shall I say? Twelve, twenty thousand, approximately.
But think what tremendous expenses there are in constantly travelling.”
“Do you put away a little?”
“Well, that’s trifles; some two or three thousand a year.”
“I thought ten, twenty ...”
Horizon grew wary. He sensed that he was beginning to be drawn out and
asked insidiously:
“But why does this interest you?”
Anna Michailovna pressed the button of an electric bell and ordered the
dressy maid to bring coffee with steamed cream and a bottle of
Chambertaine. She knew the tastes of Horizon. Then she asked:
“Do you know Mr. Shepsherovich?”
Horizon simply pounced upon her.
“My God! Who don’t know Shepsherovich! This is a god, this is a
genius!”
And, having become animated, forgetting that he was being dragged into
a trap, he began speaking exaltedly:
“Just imagine what Shepsherovich did last year! He carried to Argentine
thirty women from Kovno, Vilno, Zhitomir. Each one of them he sold at a
thousand roubles—a total, madam—count it—of thirty thousand! Do you
think Shepsherovich calmed down with this? For this money, in order to
repay his expenses on the steamer, he bought several negresses and
stuck them about in Moscow, Petersburg, Kiev, Odessa, and Kharkov. But,
you know, madam, this isn’t a man, but an eagle. There’s a man who can
do business!”
Barsukova caressingly laid her hand on his knee. She had been waiting
for this moment and said to him amicably:
“And so I propose to you, Mr.——however, I don’t know how you are called
now...”
“Horizon, let’s say...”
“So I propose to you, Mr. Horizon—could you find some innocent girls
among yours? There’s an enormous demand for them now. I’m playing an
open hand with you. We won’t stop at money. Now it’s in fashion.
Notice, Horizon, your lady clients will be returned to you in exactly
the same state in which they were. This, you understand, is a little
depravity, which I can in no way make out...”
Horizon cast down his eyes, rubbed his head, and said:
“You see, I’ve a wife ... You’ve almost guessed it.”
“So. But why almost?”
“I’m ashamed to confess, that she—how shall I say it ... she is my
bride ...”
Barsukova gaily burst into laughter.
“You know, Horizon, I couldn’t at all expect that you’re such a nasty
villain! Let’s have your wife, it’s all the same. But is it possible
that you’ve really refrained?”
“A thousand?” asked Horizon seriously.
“Ah! What trifles; a thousand let’s say. But tell me, will I be able to
manage her?”
“Nonsense!” said Horizon self-assuredly. “Let’s again suppose that
you’re my aunt, and I leave my wife with you. Just imagine, Madam
Barsukova, that this woman is in love with me like a cat. And if you’ll
tell her, that for my good she must do so and so and thus and thus—then
there won’t be no arguments!”
Apparently, there was nothing more for them to talk over. Madam
Barsukova brought out a promissory note, whereon she with difficulty
wrote her name, her father’s name, and her last name. The promissory
note, of course, was fantastic; but there is a tie, a welding, an
honour among thieves. In such deals people do not deceive. Death
threatens otherwise. It is all the same, whether in prison, or on the
street, or in a brothel.
Right after that, just like an apparition out of a trapdoor, appeared
the friend of her heart, the master of the cabaret, a young little
Pole, with moustaches twirled high. They drank some wine, talked a bit
about the fair, about the exposition, complained a little about bad
business. After that Horizon telephoned to his room in the hotel, and
called out his wife. He introduced her to his aunt and his aunt’s
second cousin, and said that mysterious political reasons were calling
him out of town. He tenderly kissed Sarah, shed a tear, and rode away.