Vasya, the fifth form schoolboy, walks into the dining-room. He looks sleepy and disillusioned.
"This is revolting!" he thinks, seeing Grisha feel in his pockets in which the kopecks are jingling. "How can they give children money? And how can they let them play games of chance? A nice way to bring them up, I must say! It's revolting!"
But the children's play is so tempting that he feels an inclination to join them and to try his luck.
"Wait a minute and I'll sit down to a game," he says.
"Put down a kopeck!"
"In a minute," he says, fumbling in his pockets. "I haven't a kopeck, but here is a rouble. I'll stake a rouble."
"No, no, no. . . . You must put down a kopeck."
"You stupids. A rouble is worth more than a kopeck anyway," the schoolboy explains. " Whoever wins can give me change."
"No, please! Go away!"
The fifth form schoolboy, shrugs his shoulders, and goes into the kitchen to get change from the servants. It appears there is not a single kopeck in the kitchen.
"In that case, you give me change," he urges Grisha, coming back from the kitchen. "I'll pay you for the change. Won't you? Come, give me ten kopecks for a rouble."
Grisha looks suspiciously at Vasya, wondering whether it isn't some trick, a swindle.
"I won't," he says, holding his pockets.
