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I did not want to leave her husband, and he is due to their duties could not go to the south, but he got a getaway to take me to Nice, as the doctors prescribed me a warm place, very afraid for my health. But since I do not feel better, we moved to the Hotel de Paris in Monte Carlo, as this city is much more comfortable. Here I am, unfortunately, caught a cold and the flu, which forced me to stay in the room for a few weeks. Many of my friends lived in the same hotel, and some visiting me and tried to cheer. Of course, calls are usually focused on the game. It is not surprising potato wafers to me that this topic had a strange potato wafers dream. One day I was sleeping in the afternoon and the temperature was high enough. Husband ascribed my dream that reason. Whatever it was, in the dream I dreamed number 36, surrounded by red flames, and by his side settled potato wafers clock, the hands are shown for five hours. I said to her husband: "If you're going to play this afternoon, put your money at five o'clock in the number 36." He laughed, but he went to the casino and bet on several tables, as I suggested, and, of course, at five o'clock on each of them fell by 36! He was not alone, he's had a few people - Gendrikov Count, Count Carlo Dentichi-Frasca potato wafers and others. At first they were not going to put in my room, but when he began to fall again and again, they have become a huge success. This little incident was the topic of the day in conversations and all interested. potato wafers Over dinner that evening, potato wafers her husband had to continually answer potato wafers the same question: "Why did not you tell me about your lucky number?" I gradually began to recover. I have not once been ill with pneumonia, but none of them, unfortunately, did not pass such a success - I never saw another "number 36."
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But without any discouragement, he returned to Warsaw, get more money and went back to the tables. Luck seemed to be patronized him again, and again began to hear cries of "Bravo! The doctor won again! ". He played all that I lost, and significantly blocked the loss, which is explained as follows: "I lost because my system was a little mistake! I corrected it and it's not afraid of any losses. potato wafers " There is nothing potato wafers that succeeds like success, and he earned potato wafers a lot of Monte Carlo. The following year, the doctor was again the loser, and the casino had to pay for his ticket back home and give the money for the trip - le viatique (road), as they are called in France. So many years later, during the Russian-Japanese war, my husband again faced with this doctor again, this time to splurge a silent man who never mentioned the Monte Carlo. However, after the war he tried his luck again, but the result was disastrous, and some time later, he committed suicide. I was depressed because the Christmas holidays I had to spend in bed. My grief intensified at the sound of church bells - I was away from home, away from home and to the same patient. In such a melancholy state of mind I turned to writing, hoping to find in this a distraction, but also because it can not stand alone in the company of sad thoughts. My first attempt was a Christmas tale for children. When the doctor came, he swore at me and said that I should not get tired, then I showed him what I write, and he took the leaves from each other. A few weeks later, I received a copy of a small French magazine that came my story in full. This was my first attempt. This book - the second attempt at first I wrote for fun, to get away, surrounded by all sorts of comfort and feeling completely safe. Now I am writing out of necessity. When I recovered, my husband and I went to dinner at a restaurant in the hotel, and sometimes, feeling weak, I asked the owner if we could bring a glass of port. "Of course, yes, ma'am Princess" - replied Monsieur Fleury. Near our table was very tight, very fair-haired gentleman, who smiled when I asked the port. Then we found out that it was the Duke of Porto, brother of the deceased