一个秋雨的夜晚,我来到了魔术师米斯拉的家里。寒暄过后,有意无意地听着外面雨打竹林的淅沥声。俄顷,老女仆端来了红茶。米斯拉打开雪茄烟盒,问道:“如何?来一支?”“谢谢。”我没有客气,拿起一支烟,划着火柴点上,开口问道:“供您驱使的那个精灵,好像是叫‘金’吧?那么等会儿我要见识的魔术,也是借助‘金’的力量么?”米斯拉自己也点上一支,微微地笑了笑,吐出一口烟,味道颇好闻。“认为有‘金’这类精灵存在,是数 One autumn night, I came to the home of the magician Mishra. After greetings, consciously or unconsciously listening to the sound of bamboo outside the rain. Russia are, the old maid side came black tea. Mishra opened the cigar case and asked: ”How about?“ ”Thank you.“ ”I’m welcome, pick up a cigarette, draw a match, and say,“ The elves you drive, it seems, is called ’gold’, right? So then I want to see the magic, but also through the power of ’gold’? ”Mishra also point one, smiled slightly , Spit out a cigarette, taste quite good smell. "Think there is such a genius as gold, is the number