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In London in 1920, in the winter, at the corner of Piccadilly and an alley, two well-dressed middle-aged men stopped. They have just left an expensive restaurant. There they dined, drank wine and joked with actresses from the Drurilensky theater.
Now their attention was drawn to a lying motionless, poorly dressed man of about twenty-five, around whom a crowd began to gather.
Stilton cheese! - the fat gentleman said disgustedly to his tall friend, seeing that he bent down and peered at the lying man. “Honestly, you shouldn’t deal with this carrion so much. He's drunk or dead.
I'm hungry... and I'm alive," muttered the unfortunate man, rising to look at Stilton, who was thinking about something. - It was a faint.
- Raymer! Stilton said. - Here's a joke. I have an interesting idea. I'm tired of ordinary entertainment, and there is only one way to joke well: to make toys out of people.
These words were spoken quietly, so that the man who was lying, and now leaning against the fence, did not hear them.
Reimer, who did not care, shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, said goodbye to Stilton and went off to spend the night in his club, and Stilton, with the approval of the crowd and with the help of a policeman, put the homeless man in a cab.
The crew went to one of the taverns Gaystrit. The poor man's name was John Eve. He came to London from Ireland to look for a job or job. Yves was an orphan, brought up in a forester's family. Except elementary school He didn't get any education. When Yves was 15 years old, his teacher died, the adult children of the forester left - some for America, some for South Wales, some for Europe, and Yves worked for a farmer for some time. Then he had to experience the work of a coal miner, a sailor, a servant in a tavern, and at the age of 22 he fell ill with pneumonia and, leaving the hospital, decided to try his luck in London. But competition and unemployment soon showed him that finding a job was not easy. He spent the night in the parks, on the wharves, was hungry, emaciated, and was, as we have seen, raised by Stilton, the owner of the trading warehouses in the City.
At the age of 40, Stilton experienced everything that a single person who does not know the worries about accommodation and food can experience for money. He owned a fortune of 20 million pounds. What he came up with to do with Yves was complete nonsense, but Stilton was very proud of his invention, as he had the weakness to consider himself a man of great imagination and cunning fantasy.
When Yves drank wine, ate well, and told Stilton his story, Stilton stated:
I want to make you an offer that will immediately sparkle your eyes. Listen: I give you ten pounds on the condition that tomorrow you will rent a room on one of the main streets, on the second floor, with a window to the street. Every evening, exactly from five to twelve at night, on the windowsill of one window, always the same, there should be a lighted lamp, covered with a green shade. While the lamp is burning for the period assigned to it, you will not leave the house from five to twelve, you will not receive anyone and you will not talk to anyone. In a word, the work is not difficult, and if you agree to do so, I will send you ten pounds every month. I won't tell you my name.
If you're not joking, - answered Yves, terribly surprised by the proposal, - then I agree to forget even my own name. But tell me, please, how long will this prosperity of mine last?
This is unknown. Maybe a year, maybe a lifetime.
Even better. But - I dare to ask - why did you need this green illumination?
Secret! Stilton replied. - Great secret! The lamp will serve as a signal for people and things about which you will never know anything.
Understand. That is, I do not understand anything. Good; drive a coin and know that tomorrow, at the address I have given, John Eve will light the window with a lamp!
So a strange deal took place, after which the tramp and the millionaire parted, quite pleased with each other.
Saying goodbye, Stilton said:
Write on demand like this: "3-33-6". Also keep in mind that it is not known when, maybe in a month, maybe - in a year - in a word, quite unexpectedly, suddenly you will be visited by people who will make you a wealthy person. Why and how - I have no right to explain. But it will happen...
Hell! - muttered Eve, looking after the cab that was taking Stilton away, and thoughtfully twirling the ten-pound ticket. - Either this person is crazy, or I'm a lucky special person. To promise such a bunch of grace, just for the fact that I will burn half a liter of kerosene a day.
The next evening, one second-story window of the gloomy $52 house on River Street shone with a soft green light. The lamp was pushed up to the frame itself.
Two passers-by looked for some time at the green window from the sidewalk opposite the house; then Stilton said:
So, dear Reimer, when you are bored, come here and smile. There, outside the window, sits a fool. Fool, bought cheaply, in installments, for a long time. He will get drunk from boredom or go crazy ... But he will wait, not knowing what. Yes, here he is!
Indeed, a dark figure, leaning his forehead against the glass, looked into the semi-darkness of the street, as if asking: “Who is there? What should I expect? Who's going to come?"
However, you are also a fool, my dear, - said Reimer, taking his friend by the arm and dragging him to the car. - What's funny about this joke?
A toy ... a toy made from a living person, - said Stilton, - the sweetest food!
II
In 1928, a hospital for the poor, located on one of the outskirts of London, resounded with wild cries: a newly brought old man, a dirty, badly dressed man with an emaciated face, was screaming in terrible pain. He broke his leg, stumbling on the back stairs of a dark brothel.
The victim was taken to the surgical department. The case turned out to be serious, as a compound fracture of the bone caused a rupture of the vessels.
By what has already begun inflammatory process tissues, the surgeon who examined the poor fellow concluded that an operation was necessary. It was immediately performed, after which the weakened old man was laid on a bed, and he soon fell asleep, and waking up, he saw that the same surgeon who had deprived him of his right leg was sitting in front of him.
So that's how we got to meet! - said the doctor, serious, tall man with a sad look. Do you recognize me, Mr. Stilton? - I am John Eve, whom you have assigned to be on duty every day at the burning green lamp. I recognized you at first sight.
Thousand devils! - muttered, peering, Stilton. - What happened? Is it possible?
Yes. Tell us what has changed your lifestyle so dramatically?
I went bankrupt... several big losses... panic on the stock exchange... It's been three years since I became a beggar. And you? You?
I lit a lamp for several years, - Yves smiled, - and at first out of boredom, and then with enthusiasm, I began to read everything that came to my hand. One day I opened an old anatomy lying on the shelf of the room where I lived and was amazed. A fascinating land of secrets opened before me human body. Like a drunk, I sat all night on this book, and in the morning I went to the library and asked: "What do you need to study to become a doctor?" The answer was derisive: "Study mathematics, geometry, botany, zoology, morphology, biology, pharmacology, Latin, etc." But I stubbornly interrogated, and I wrote everything down for myself as a keepsake.
By that time, I had been burning a green lamp for two years, and one day, returning in the evening (I did not consider it necessary, as at first, to sit at home hopelessly for 7 hours), I saw a man in a top hat, who was looking at my green window, either with annoyance, or with contempt. “Yves is a classic fool! the man muttered without noticing me. “He is waiting for the promised wonderful things… yes, at least he has hope, but I… I am almost ruined!” It was you. You added: “Stupid joke. Shouldn't have thrown money away."
I bought enough books to study and study and study no matter what. I almost hit you on the street at the same time, but I remembered that thanks to your mocking generosity I can become an educated person ...
Farther? Good. If the desire is strong, then the execution will not slow down. A student lived in the same apartment as me, who took part in me and helped me, in a year and a half, to pass the exams for admission to the medical college. As you can see, I turned out to be a capable person ...
There was silence.
I have not come to your window for a long time, - said Yves Stilton, shocked by the story, - for a long time ... for a very long time. But now it seems to me that there is still a green lamp burning there ... a lamp that illuminates the darkness of the night. Forgive me.
Yves took out his watch.
Ten o'clock. It's time for you to sleep, he said. - You will probably be able to leave the hospital in three weeks. Then call me - maybe I'll give you a job in our outpatient clinic: write down the names of patients who come. And going down the dark stairs, light ... at least a match.
In London in 1920, in the winter, at the corner of Piccadilly and an alley, two well-dressed middle-aged men stopped. They have just left an expensive restaurant. There they dined, drank wine and joked with actresses from the Drurilensky theater.
Now their attention was drawn to a lying motionless, poorly dressed man of about twenty-five, around whom a crowd began to gather.
Stilton cheese! - the fat gentleman said disgustedly to his tall friend, seeing that he bent down and peered at the lying person. - Honestly, you shouldn’t deal with this carrion so much. He's drunk or dead.
I'm hungry... and I'm alive," the unfortunate man muttered, rising to look at Stilton, who was thinking about something. "It was a swoon.
Reimer! - said Stilton. - Here is an opportunity to play a joke. I have an interesting idea. I'm tired of ordinary entertainment, and there is only one way to joke well: to make toys out of people.
These words were spoken quietly, so that the man who was lying, and now leaning against the fence, did not hear them.
Reimer, who did not care, shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, said goodbye to Stilton and went off to spend the night in his club, and Stilton, with the approval of the crowd and with the help of a policeman, put the homeless man in a cab.
The crew went to one of the taverns Gaystrit.
The poor man's name was John Eve. He came to London from Ireland to look for a job or job. Yves was an orphan, brought up in a forester's family. Apart from elementary school, he received no education. When Yves was 15 years old, his teacher died, the adult children of the forester left - some for America, some for South Wales, some for Europe, and Yves worked for a farmer for some time. Then he had to experience the work of a coal miner, a sailor, a servant in a tavern, and at the age of 22 he fell ill with pneumonia and, leaving the hospital, decided to try his luck in London. But competition and unemployment soon showed him that finding a job was not easy. He spent the night in the parks, on the wharves, was hungry, emaciated, and was, as we have seen, raised by Stilton, the owner of the trading warehouses in the City.
Stilton, at the age of 40, experienced everything that a single person who does not know the worries about accommodation and food can experience for money. He owned a fortune of 20 million pounds. What he came up with to do with Yves was complete nonsense, but Stilton was very proud of his invention, as he had the weakness to consider himself a man of great imagination and cunning fantasy.
When Yves drank wine, ate well, and told Stilton his story, Stilton stated:
I want to make you an offer that will immediately sparkle your eyes. Listen: I give you ten pounds on the condition that you rent a room tomorrow on one of the central streets, on the second floor, with a window onto the street. Every evening, exactly from five to twelve at night, on the windowsill of one window, always the same, there should be a lighted lamp, covered with a green shade. While the lamp is burning for the period assigned to it, you will not leave the house from five to twelve, you will not receive anyone and you will not talk to anyone. In a word, the work is not difficult, and if you agree to do so, I will send you ten pounds every month. I won't tell you my name.
If you're not joking, - answered Yves, terribly surprised by the proposal, - then I agree to forget even my own name. But tell me, please, how long will this prosperity of mine last?
This is unknown. Maybe a year, maybe a lifetime.
Even better. But - I dare to ask - why did you need this green illumination?
Secret! - answered Stilton. - Great mystery! The lamp will serve as a signal for people and things about which you will never know anything.
Understand. That is, I do not understand anything. Good; drive a coin and know that tomorrow, at the address I have given, John Eve will light the window with a lamp!
So a strange deal took place, after which the tramp and the millionaire parted, quite pleased with each other.
Saying goodbye, Stilton said:
Write on demand like this: "3-33-6". Also keep in mind that it is not known when, maybe in a month, maybe in year, in a word, quite unexpectedly, suddenly you will be visited by people who will make you a wealthy person. Why and how - I have no right to explain. But it will happen...
Hell! muttered Yves, looking after the cab that was taking Stilton away, and twirling the ten-pound ticket thoughtfully. To promise such a bunch of grace, just for the fact that I will burn half a liter of kerosene a day!
The next evening, one second-story window of the gloomy house at 52 River Street shone with a soft green light. The lamp was pushed up to the frame itself.
Two passers-by looked for some time at the green window from the sidewalk opposite the house; then Stilton said:
So, dear Reimer, when you are bored, come here and smile. There, outside the window, sits a fool. Fool, bought cheaply, in installments, for a long time. He will get drunk from boredom or go crazy ... But he will wait, not knowing what. Yes, here he is!
Indeed, a dark figure, leaning his forehead against the glass, looked into the semi-darkness of the street, as if asking: “Who is there? What should I expect? Who's going to come?"
However, you are a fool too, my dear,” Reimer said, taking his friend by the arm and dragging him to the car. “What is funny about this joke?
A toy ... a toy made from a living person, - said Stilton, - the sweetest food!
In 1928, a hospital for the poor, located on one of the outskirts of London, resounded with wild cries: a newly brought old man, a dirty, badly dressed man with an emaciated face, was screaming in terrible pain. He broke his leg, stumbling on the back stairs of a dark brothel.
The victim was taken to the surgical department. The case turned out to be serious, as a complex fracture of the bone caused a rupture of the vessels.
According to the inflammatory process of the tissues that had already begun, the surgeon who examined the poor fellow concluded that an operation was necessary. It was immediately performed, after which the weakened old man was laid on a bed, and he soon fell asleep, and waking up, he saw that the same surgeon who had deprived him of his right leg was sitting in front of him.
So that's how we got to meet! - said the doctor, a serious, tall man with a sad look. - Do you recognize me, Mr. Stilton? - I am John Eve, whom you have assigned to be on duty every day at the burning green lamp. I recognized you at first sight.
Thousand devils! - Stilton muttered, peering. - What happened? Is it possible?
Yes. Tell us what has changed your lifestyle so dramatically?
I went bankrupt... several big losses... stock market panic... It's been three years since I became a beggar. And you? You?
I lit a lamp for several years, - Yves smiled, - and at first out of boredom, and then with enthusiasm, I began to read everything that came to my hand. Once I opened an old anatomy lying on the shelf of the room where I lived and was amazed. A fascinating country of secrets of the human body opened up before me. Like a drunk, I sat all night on this book, and in the morning I went to the library and asked: "What do you need to study to become a doctor?" The answer was derisive: "Study mathematics, geometry, botany, zoology, morphology, biology, pharmacology, Latin, etc." But I stubbornly interrogated, and I wrote everything down for myself as a keepsake.
By that time, I had been burning a green lamp for two years, and one day, returning in the evening (I did not consider it necessary, as at first, to sit at home hopelessly for 7 hours), I saw a man in a top hat, who was looking at my green window, either with annoyance, or with contempt.
“Yves is a classic fool! muttered that man, not noticing me. “He is waiting for the promised wonderful things ... yes, he has hopes at least, but I ... I am almost ruined!” It was you. You added: “Stupid joke. Shouldn't have thrown money away."
I bought enough books to study and study and study no matter what. I almost hit you on the street at the same time, but I remembered that thanks to your mocking generosity I can become an educated person ...
Farther? Good. If the desire is strong, then the execution will not slow down. A student lived in the same apartment as me, who took part in me and helped me, in a year and a half, to pass the exams for admission to the medical college. As you can see, I turned out to be a capable person...
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Alexander Stepanovich Green
Alexander Green
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In London in 1920, in the winter, at the corner of Piccadilly and an alley, two well-dressed middle-aged men stopped. They have just left an expensive restaurant. There they dined, drank wine and joked with actresses from the Drurilensky theater.
Now their attention was drawn to a lying motionless, poorly dressed man of about twenty-five, around whom a crowd began to gather.
- Stilton! - the fat gentleman said disgustedly to his tall friend, seeing that he bent down and peered at the lying man. “Honestly, you shouldn’t deal with this carrion so much. He's drunk or dead.
"I'm hungry... and I'm alive," muttered the unfortunate man, rising to look at Stilton, who was thinking about something. - It was a faint.
- Reimer! Stilton said. "Here's an opportunity to make a joke." I have an interesting idea. I'm tired of ordinary entertainment, and there is only one way to joke well: to make toys out of people.
These words were spoken quietly, so that the man who was lying, and now leaning against the fence, did not hear them.
Reimer, who did not care, shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, said goodbye to Stilton and went off to spend the night in his club, and Stilton, with the approval of the crowd and with the help of a policeman, put the homeless man in a cab.
The carriage went to one of the taverns in Guy Street.
The tramp's name was John Eve. He came to London from Ireland to look for a job or job. Yves was an orphan, brought up in a forester's family. Apart from elementary school, he received no education. When Yves was 15 years old, his teacher died, the adult children of the forester left - some for America, some for South Wales, some for Europe, and Yves worked for a farmer for some time. Then he had to experience the work of a coal miner, a sailor, a servant in a tavern, and at the age of 22 he fell ill with pneumonia and, leaving the hospital, decided to try his luck in London. But competition and unemployment soon showed him that finding a job was not easy. He spent the night in the parks, on the wharves, was hungry, emaciated, and was, as we have seen, raised by Stilton, the owner of the trading warehouses in the City.
At the age of 40, Stilton experienced everything that a single person who does not know the worries about accommodation and food can experience for money. He owned a fortune of 20 million pounds. What he came up with to do with Yves was complete nonsense, but Stilton was very proud of his invention, as he had the weakness to consider himself a man of great imagination and cunning fantasy.
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In London in 1920, in the winter, at the corner of Piccadilly and an alley, two well-dressed middle-aged men stopped. They have just left an expensive restaurant. There they dined, drank wine and joked with actresses from the Drurilensky theater.
Now their attention was drawn to a lying motionless, poorly dressed man of about twenty-five, around whom a crowd began to gather.
Stilton cheese! - the fat gentleman said disgustedly to his tall friend, seeing that he bent down and peered at the lying man. “Honestly, you shouldn’t deal with this carrion so much. He's drunk or dead.
I'm hungry... and I'm alive," muttered the unfortunate man, rising to look at Stilton, who was thinking about something. - It was a faint.
Reimer! Stilton said. - Here's a joke. I have an interesting idea. I'm tired of ordinary entertainment, and there is only one way to joke well: to make toys out of people.
These words were spoken quietly, so that the man who was lying, and now leaning against the fence, did not hear them.
Reimer, who did not care, shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, said goodbye to Stilton and went off to spend the night in his club, and Stilton, with the approval of the crowd and with the help of a policeman, put the homeless man in a cab.
The crew went to one of the taverns Gaystrit. The poor man's name was John Eve. He came to London from Ireland to look for a job or job. Yves was an orphan, brought up in a forester's family. Apart from elementary school, he received no education. When Yves was 15 years old, his teacher died, the adult children of the forester left - some for America, some for South Wales, some for Europe, and Yves worked for a farmer for some time. Then he had to experience the work of a coal miner, a sailor, a servant in a tavern, and at the age of 22 he fell ill with pneumonia and, leaving the hospital, decided to try his luck in London. But competition and unemployment soon showed him that finding a job was not easy. He spent the night in the parks, on the wharves, was hungry, emaciated, and was, as we have seen, raised by Stilton, the owner of the trading warehouses in the City.
At the age of 40, Stilton experienced everything that a single person who does not know the worries about accommodation and food can experience for money. He owned a fortune of 20 million pounds. What he came up with to do with Yves was complete nonsense, but Stilton was very proud of his invention, as he had the weakness to consider himself a man of great imagination and cunning fantasy.
When Yves drank wine, ate well, and told Stilton his story, Stilton stated:
I want to make you an offer that will immediately sparkle your eyes. Listen: I give you ten pounds on the condition that tomorrow you will rent a room on one of the main streets, on the second floor, with a window to the street. Every evening, exactly from five to twelve at night, on the windowsill of one window, always the same, there should be a lighted lamp, covered with a green shade. While the lamp is burning for the period assigned to it, you will not leave the house from five to twelve, you will not receive anyone and you will not talk to anyone. In a word, the work is not difficult, and if you agree to do so, I will send you ten pounds every month. I won't tell you my name.
If you're not joking, - answered Yves, terribly surprised by the proposal, - then I agree to forget even my own name. But tell me, please, how long will this prosperity of mine last?
This is unknown. Maybe a year, maybe a lifetime.
Even better. But - I dare to ask - why did you need this green illumination?
Secret! Stilton replied. - Great secret! The lamp will serve as a signal for people and things about which you will never know anything.
Understand. That is, I do not understand anything. Good; drive a coin and know that tomorrow, at the address I have given, John Eve will light the window with a lamp!
So a strange deal took place, after which the tramp and the millionaire parted, quite pleased with each other.
Saying goodbye, Stilton said:
Write on demand like this: "3-33-6". Also keep in mind that it is not known when, maybe in a month, maybe - in a year - in a word, quite unexpectedly, suddenly you will be visited by people who will make you a wealthy person. Why and how - I have no right to explain. But it will happen...
Hell! - muttered Eve, looking after the cab that was taking Stilton away, and thoughtfully twirling the ten-pound ticket. - Either this person is crazy, or I'm a lucky special person. To promise such a bunch of grace, just for the fact that I will burn half a liter of kerosene a day.
The next evening, one second-story window of the gloomy $52 house on River Street shone with a soft green light. The lamp was pushed up to the frame itself.
Two passers-by looked for some time at the green window from the sidewalk opposite the house; then Stilton said:
So, dear Reimer, when you are bored, come here and smile. There, outside the window, sits a fool. Fool, bought cheaply, in installments, for a long time. He will get drunk from boredom or go crazy ... But he will wait, not knowing what. Yes, here he is!
Indeed, a dark figure, leaning his forehead against the glass, looked into the semi-darkness of the street, as if asking: “Who is there? What should I expect? Who's going to come?"
However, you are also a fool, my dear, - said Reimer, taking his friend by the arm and dragging him to the car. - What's funny about this joke?
A toy ... a toy made from a living person, - said Stilton, - the sweetest food!
In 1928, a hospital for the poor, located on one of the outskirts of London, resounded with wild cries: a newly brought old man, a dirty, badly dressed man with an emaciated face, was screaming in terrible pain. He broke his leg, stumbling on the back stairs of a dark brothel.
The victim was taken to the surgical department. The case turned out to be serious, as a compound fracture of the bone caused a rupture of the vessels.
According to the inflammatory process of the tissues that had already begun, the surgeon who examined the poor fellow concluded that an operation was necessary. It was immediately performed, after which the weakened old man was laid on a bed, and he soon fell asleep, and waking up, he saw that the same surgeon who had deprived him of his right leg was sitting in front of him.
So that's how we got to meet! - said the doctor, a serious, tall man with a sad look. Do you recognize me, Mr. Stilton? - I am John Eve, whom you have assigned to be on duty every day at the burning green lamp. I recognized you at first sight.
Thousand devils! - muttered, peering, Stilton. - What happened? Is it possible?
Yes. Tell us what has changed your lifestyle so dramatically?
I went bankrupt... several big losses... panic on the stock exchange... It's been three years since I became a beggar. And you? You?
I lit a lamp for several years, - Yves smiled, - and at first out of boredom, and then with enthusiasm, I began to read everything that came to my hand. One day I opened an old anatomy lying on the shelf of the room where I lived and was amazed. A fascinating country of secrets of the human body opened up before me. Like a drunk, I sat all night on this book, and in the morning I went to the library and asked: "What do you need to study to become a doctor?" The answer was derisive: "Study mathematics, geometry, botany, zoology, morphology, biology, pharmacology, Latin, etc." But I stubbornly interrogated, and I wrote everything down for myself as a keepsake.
By that time, I had been burning a green lamp for two years, and one day, returning in the evening (I did not consider it necessary, as at first, to sit at home hopelessly for 7 hours), I saw a man in a top hat, who was looking at my green window, either with annoyance, or with contempt. “Yves is a classic fool! the man muttered without noticing me. “He is waiting for the promised wonderful things… yes, at least he has hope, but I… I am almost ruined!” It was you. You added: “Stupid joke. Shouldn't have thrown money away."
I bought enough books to study and study and study no matter what. I almost hit you on the street at the same time, but I remembered that thanks to your mocking generosity I can become an educated person ...
Farther? Good. If the desire is strong, then the execution will not slow down. A student lived in the same apartment as me, who took part in me and helped me, in a year and a half, to pass the exams for admission to the medical college. As you can see, I turned out to be a capable person ...
There was silence.
I have not come to your window for a long time, - said Yves Stilton, shocked by the story, - for a long time ... for a very long time. But now it seems to me that there is still a green lamp burning there ... a lamp that illuminates the darkness of the night. Forgive me.
Yves took out his watch.
Ten o'clock. It's time for you to sleep, he said. - You will probably be able to leave the hospital in three weeks. Then call me - maybe I'll give you a job in our outpatient clinic: write down the names of patients who come. And going down the dark stairs, light ... at least a match.
Very briefly, the Rich Man decides to play a trick on a beggar tramp, turning his life into an empty expectation and believing that he will get drunk. Eight years later, a ruined rich man meets a tramp who managed to become a doctor.
London, winter 1920. Two wealthy middle-aged men walked out of an expensive restaurant and saw a poorly dressed man in his twenties lying unconscious on the sidewalk. The men decided that the man was drunk or dead, but he came to his senses and said that he had fainted from hunger.
One of the men, Stilton, decided to play a trick on the poor fellow. He took the beggar to a tavern, fed him and listened to his story. Orphan John Eve came to London from Ireland, where he was brought up in the family of a forester. When Yves was fifteen years old, his patron died, and the adult children of the forester dispersed around the world.
Yves had to leave home. At first he worked for a farmer, then as a miner, a sailor, a servant in a tavern. At the age of 22, having recovered from pneumonia, Yves “decided to try his luck in London”, but due to unemployment he could not find a job and became a vagabond.
Forty-year-old Stilton, a millionaire warehouse owner, was bored. He believed that people are the best toys, and decided to make such a toy from a homeless tramp. He offered Yves ten pounds a month on the condition that he rent a room on one of the main streets and every evening, from five to twelve, he would put a lamp with a green shade on the window. At this time, Yves should not leave the house and communicate with anyone.
Stilton said that the lamp would serve as a signal for some mysterious "people and things" that Yves was not supposed to know about. He told him to write a poste restante letter with a mysterious cipher and promised that one day people would appear who would make Yves rich.
The next evening, a green lamp was burning in the window of one of the central streets, and under the window Stilton was explaining to his friend his simple idea, which he was very proud of. He believed that a person who is waiting for something unknown will certainly go crazy or get drunk, and he wanted to prove this experimentally.
A toy... a toy made from a living person - ‹…› the sweetest food!
Eight years later, a filthy, emaciated old man in rags was brought to the London Hospital for the Poor, who had broken his leg in a fall on "the back stairs of a dark brothel." The fracture caused a rupture of blood vessels, inflammation began, and the leg had to be amputated.
After recovering from the operation, the old man saw a doctor at his bedside, who turned out to be John Yves. Yves recognized Stilton in the old man. He said that he had gone bankrupt, having lost on the stock exchange, and had been begging for three years now.
Yves lit a green lamp for several years and read everything in a row out of boredom. On the bookcase in the room he rented then, he found an old book on anatomy, and before him "a fascinating country of secrets of the human body was opened." After sitting over the book all night, Yves decided to become a doctor.
One evening, Yves saw Stilton on the street, who, looking at the window with a green lamp and not noticing John, said that he was almost broke, regretted the money thrown away on a stupid idea and called Yves "a classic fool." Yves wanted to hit Stilton, but remembered that thanks to his "mocking generosity" he could get an education, and silently walked by.
If the desire is strong, then the execution will not slow down.
Yves did not receive any more money, but he managed to buy a lot of books, and a student neighbor helped him prepare for exams and enter medical college. Shocked, Stilton said that he had not approached Yves' window for a long time, but it seemed to him that a green lamp was still burning there, "illuminating the darkness of the night."
Stilton asked Yves for forgiveness, and he offered the old man a job - to write down the names of patients in the hospital outpatient clinic, and advised him to light at least a match, going down the dark stairs.
