“We’ll raffle off this rifle to make Jaisak happy!” Maksheiev exclaimed. “Just to spite that scoundrel Korsakov! The rifle is absolutely new, and I paid exactly two hundred rubles for it. The only thing I don’t know is how such lotteries are held. So please help me, since you’re such an experienced hand at it.”
“That’s very simple. Write a list of all the acquaintances you know at Kosaral and Raïm. Let everyone pay you the price of the ticket right away and put his signature opposite his name. Then we’ll make the tickets. All of them will be blank, except for one which will have the inscription: hunting rifle. Let everyone get together during the next holiday we have on the calendar and draw the tickets out of the basket or bag. Someone will draw the lucky ticket.”
“Wonderful,” Maksheiev
