Wasn't he my friend? Wasn't I fond of him? But it's not his fault.

What's he to do if he has such luck?... And it's not my fault either," he thought to himself, "I have done nothing wrong.

Have I killed anyone, or insulted or wished harm to anyone? Why such a terrible misfortune? And when did it begin? Such a little while ago I came to this table with the thought of winning a hundred rubles to buy that casket for Mamma's name day and then going home.