Story 1 of Dostoyevsky's Short Stories. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Short Stories by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. An Honest Thief. One morning, just as I was about to set off to my office, Agrafina, my cook, washerwoman, and housekeeper, came into me and, to my surprise, entered into conversation. She had always been such a silent, simple creature that, except her daily inquiry about dinner, she had not uttered a word for the last six years. I, at least, had heard nothing else from her. Here I have come in to have a word with you, sir." She began abruptly. You really ought to let the little room. Which little room? Why, the one next to the kitchen, to be sure. What for? What for? Why, because folks do take in lodgers, to be sure. But who would take it? Who would take it? Why, a lodger would take it, to be sure. But my good woman, one could not put a bed-stand in it. There wouldn't be room to move. Who could live in it? Who wants to live there, as long as he has a place to sleep in? Why, he would live in the window. In what window? In what window? As though you didn't know, the one in the passage, to be sure. He would sit there sewing or doing anything else. Maybe he would sit on a chair, too. He's got a chair, and he has a table, too. He's got everything. Who is he, then? Oh, a good man, a man of experience. I will cook for him, and I'll ask him three rubles a month for his board and lodging. After prolonged efforts, I succeeded at last in learning from Agrafina that an elderly man had somehow managed to persuade her to admit him into the kitchen as a lodger and boarder. Any notion Agrafina took into her head had to be carried out. If not, I knew she would give me no peace. When anything was not to her liking, she had once began to brood and sank into a deep dejection that would last for a fortnight or three weeks. During that period my dinners were spoiled, my linen was mislaid, my floors went unscrubbed. In short, I had a great deal to put up with. I had observed long ago that this inarticulate woman was incapable of conceiving a project of originating an idea of her own. But if anything like a notion or a project was by some means put into her feeble brain to prevent its being carried out meant, for a time, her moral assassination. And so, as I cared more for my peace of mind than for anything else, I consented forthwith. Has he a passport anyway or something of the sort? To be sure he has. He is a good man, a man of experience, three rubles he's promised to pay. The very next day the new lodger made his appearance in my modest bachelor quarters, but I was not put out by this. Indeed, I was inwardly pleased. I lead as a rule of very lonely hermit's existence. I have scarcely any friends. I hardly ever go anywhere. As I had spent ten years never coming out of my shell, I had, of course, grown used to solitude, but another ten or fifteen years or more of the same solitary existence with the same Agraphina in the same bachelor quarters was, in truth, a somewhat cheerless prospect. And therefore a new inmate, if well behaved, was a heaven sent blessing. Agraphina had spoken truly. My lodger was certainly a man of experience. From his passport it appeared that he was an old soldier, a fact which I should have known indeed from his face. An old soldier is easily recognized. Astafi Ivanovich was a favourable specimen of his class. We got on very well together. What was best of all, Astafi Ivanovich would sometimes tell a story describing some incident in his own life. In the perpetual boredom of my existence such a storyteller was a veritable treasure. One day he told me one of these stories. It made an impression on me. The following event was what led to it. I was left alone in the flat. Both Astafi and Agraphina were out on business of their own. All of a sudden I heard from the inner room somebody. I fancied a stranger come in. I went out. There actually was a stranger in the passage, a short fellow wearing no overcoat in spite of the cold autumn weather. What do you want? Does a clerk called Alexandrov live here? Nobody of that name here, brother. Goodbye. Why? The Dvornik told me it was here. Said my visitor cautiously retiring towards the door. Be off. Be off, brother. Get along. Next day after dinner while Astafi Ivanovich was fitting on a coat which she was altering for me, again someone came into the passage. I half opened the door. Before my very eyes my yesterday's visitor with perfect composure took my wadded great coat from the peg and stuffing it under his arm darted out of the flat. Agraphina stood all the time staring at him, a gape with astonishment and doing nothing for the protection of my property. Astafi Ivanovich flew in pursuit of the thief and ten minutes later came back out of breath and empty-handed. He had vanished completely. Well, there's a piece of luck, Astafi Ivanovich. It's a good job your cloak is left, or he would have put you in a plight, the thief. But the whole incident had so impressed Astafi Ivanovich that I forgot the theft as I looked at him. He could not get over it. Every minute or two he would drop the work upon which he was engaged and would describe over again how it all happened, how he had been standing, how the great coat had been taken down before his very eyes not a yard away, and how it had come to pass that he could not catch the thief. Then he would sit down to his work again and leave it once more, and at last I saw him go down to the Dvornik and tell him all about it, and to up braid him for letting such a thing happen in his domain. Then he came back and began scolding Agraphina.  In short, though Astafi Ivanovich understood his business, he was a terrible slow-coach and busybody. He's made fools of us, Astafi Ivanovich. I said to him in the evening, as I gave him a glass of tea, I wanted to wile away the time by recalling the story of the lost great coat, the frequent repetition of which, together with the great earnestness of the speaker, was beginning to become very amusing. Fools indeed, sir. Even though it is no business of mine, I am put out. It makes me angry, though it is not my coat that was lost. To my thinking there is no vermin in the world worse than a thief. Another takes what you can spare, but a thief steals the work of your hands, the sweat of your brow, your time. It's nasty. One can't speak of it. It's too vexing. How is it you don't feel the loss of your property, sir? Yes, you are right, Astafi Ivanovich. Better if the thing had been burnt. It's annoying to let the thief have it. It's disagreeable. Disagreeable, I should think so, yet to be sure there are thieves and thieves, and I have happened, sir, to come across an honest thief. An honest thief? But how can a thief be honest, Astafi Ivanovich? There you are right indeed, sir. How can a thief be honest? There are none such. I only meant to say that he was an honest man, sure enough, and yet he stole. I was simply sorry for him. Why? How was that, Astafi Ivanovich? It was about two years ago, sir. I had been nearly a year out of a place, and just before I lost my place I made the acquaintance of a poor lost creature. We got acquainted in a public house. He was a drunkard, a vagrant, a beggar. He had been in a situation of some sort, but from his drinking habits he had lost his work. Such a near-dwell.  Often you wouldn't be sure if he'd a shirt under his coat. Everything he could lay his hands upon he would drink away. But he was not one to quarrel. He was a quiet fellow, a soft, good-natured chap, and he'd never ask. He was ashamed, but you could see for yourself the poor fellow wanted a drink. And you would stand at him. And so we got friendly, that's to say, he stuck to me. It was all one to me. And what a man he was, to be sure. Like a little dog he would follow me, wherever I went there he would be, and all that after our first meeting and he as thin as a thread-paper. At first it was, let me stay the night. Well, I let him stay. I looked at his passport too. The man was all right. Well, the next day it was the same story, and then the third day he came again and sat all day in the window and stayed the night. Well, thanks I, he is sticking to me. Give him food and drink and shelter at night too. Here I am, a poor man, and a hangar on to keep as well. And before he came to me he used to go in the same way to a government clerk's. He attached himself to him. They were always drinking together, but he, through trouble of some sort, drank himself into the grave. My man was called Emilian Ilyich. I pondered and pondered what I was to do with him. To drive him away I was ashamed. I was sorry for him. Such a pitiful, God-forsaken creature I never did set eyes on. And not a word said either. He does not ask but just sits there and looks into your eyes like a dog. To think what drinking will bring a man down to. I kept asking myself how am I to say to him. You must be moving, Emilian Ushka. There's nothing for you here. You've come to the wrong place. I shall soon not have a bite for myself. How am I to keep you too? I sat and wondered what he'd do when I said that to him. And I seemed to see how he'd stare at me. If he were to hear me say that, how long he would sit and not understand a word of it. And when it did get home to him at last, how he would get up from the window would take up his bundle. I can see it now. The red check-hankerchief full of holes, with God knows what wrapped up in it, which he had always with him, and then how he would set his shabby old coat to rights so that it would look decent and keep him warm so that no holes would be seen. He was a man of delicate feelings. And how he'd open the door and go out with tears in his eyes. Well, there's no letting a man go to ruin like that. One's sorry for him. And then again I'd think, how am I off myself? Wait a bit, Emilian Ushka, says I to myself. You've not longed to feast with me. I shall soon be going away, and then you will not find me. Well, sir, our family made a move, and Alexander Filimanovich, my master, now deceased, God rest his soul, said, I am thoroughly satisfied with you, a stuffy ofanovich. When we come back from the country we will take you on again. I had been butler with them, a nice gentleman he was, but he died that same year. Well, after seeing him off I took my belongings, what little money I had, and I thought I'd have a rest for a time. So I went to an old woman I knew, and I took a corner in her room. There was only one corner free in it. She had been a nurse, so now she had a pension and a room of her own. Well, now goodbye, Emilian Ushka, thinks I. He won't find me now, my boy. And what do you think, sir? I had gone out to see a man I knew, and when I came back in the evening, the first thing I saw was Emilian Ushka. There he was, sitting on my box, and his check bundle beside him. He was sitting in his ragged old coat, waiting for me. And to a while away the time he had borrowed a church-book from the old lady, and was holding it wrong-side upwards. He'd scented me out. My heart sank. Well, thinks I, there's no help for it. Why didn't I turn him out at first? So I asked him straight off. Have you brought your passport, Emilian Ushka? I sat down on the spot, sir, and began to ponder. Will a vagabond like that be very much trouble to me? And on thinking it over, it seemed he would not be much trouble. He must be fed, I thought. Well, a bit of bread in the morning, and to make it go down better I'll buy him an onion. At midday I should have to give him another bit of bread and an onion, and in the evening onion again with kvass, with some more bread if he wanted it. And if some cabbage soup were to come our way, then we should both have had our fill. I am no great eater myself. And a drinking man, as we all know, never eats. All he wants is herb brandy or green vodka. He'll ruin me with his drinking, I thought, but then another idea came into my head, sir, and took great hold on me. So much so that if Emilian Ushka had gone away, I should have felt that I had done nothing to live for. I do believe. I determined on the spot to be a father and guardian to him. I'll keep him from ruin, I thought. I'll wean him from the glass. You wait a bit, thought I. Very well, Emilian Ushka, you may stay. Only you must behave yourself. You must obey orders. Well, thinks I to myself. I'll begin by training him to work of some sort, but not all at once.  For every sort of work a man needs a special ability, you know, sir. And I began to watch him on the quiet. I soon saw Emilian Ushka was a desperate character. I began, sir, with a word of advice. I said this and that to him. Emilian Ushka, said I, you ought to take a thought and mend your ways. Have done with drinking. Just look what rags you go about in. That old coat of yours, if I may make bold to say so, is fit for nothing but a sieve. A pretty state of things. It's time to draw the line. Sure enough. Emilian Ushka sat and listened to me with his head hanging down. Would you believe it, sir? It had come to such a pass with him. He'd lost his tongue through drink and could not speak a word of sense. Talk to him of cucumbers and he'd answer back about beans. He would listen and listen to me, and then heave such a sigh. What are you sighing for, Emilian Ilyich? I asked him. Oh, nothing. Don't you mind me, Astafievanovich? Do you know there were two women fighting in the street today, Astafievanovich? One upset the other woman's basket of cranberries by accident. Well, what of that? And the second one upset the other's cranberries on purpose and trampled them underfoot, too. Well, and what of it, Emilian Ilyich? Why, nothing, Astafievanovich. I just mentioned it. Nothing, I just mentioned it. Emilian Ushka, my boy. I thought you've squandered and drunk away your brains. And do you know a gentleman dropped a money note on the pavement in Gorhov Street? No, it was Sadovy Street, and a peasant saw it and said that's my luck, and at the same time another man saw it and said, no, it's my bit of luck. I saw it before you did. Well, Emilian Ilyich? And the fellows had a fight over it, Astafievanovich. But a policeman came up, took away the note, gave it back to the gentleman and threatened to take up both men. Well, but what of that? What is there edifying about it, Emilian Ushka? Why, nothing to be sure, folks, laugh, Astafievanovich. Ah, Emilian Ushka, what do the folks matter? You've sold your soul for a brass farthing. But do you know what I have to tell you, Emilian Ilyich? What, Astafievanovich? Take a job of some sort. That's what you must do. For the hundredth time, I say to you, set to work. Have some mercy on yourself. What could I set to, Astafievanovich? I don't know what job I could set to, and there is no one who will take me on, Astafievanovich.  And do you know, Vlas the waiter was sent for to the office today, Astafievanovich? Why did they send for him, Emilian Ushka? I asked. I could not say why, Astafievanovich. I suppose they wanted him there, and that's why they sent for him. Ah, thought I. We are in a bad way, poor Emilian Ushka. The Lord is chastising us for our sins. Well, sir, what is one to do with such a man? But a cunning fellow he was, and no mistake. He'd listen and listen to me, but at last I suppose he got sick of it. As soon as he sees I'm beginning to get angry, he'd pick up his old coat and out he'd slip and leave no trace. He'd wander about all day and come back at night drunk. Where he got the money from, the Lord only knows I had no hand in that. No, said I. Emilian Ilyich, you'll come to a bad end. Give over drinking mind what I say now. Give it up! Next time you come home and liquor you can spend the night on the stairs I won't let you in. After hearing that threat, Emilian Ushka sat at home that day and the next, but on the third he slipped off again. I waited and waited. He didn't come back. Well, at least I don't mind owning. I was in a fright and I felt for the man too. What have I done to him? I thought. I've scared him away. Where's the poor fellow gone to now? He'll get lost, maybe. Lord have mercy upon us. Night came on, he did not come. In the morning I went out into the porch I looked, and if he hadn't gone to sleep in the porch, there he was with his head on the step and chilled to the marrow of his bones. What next, Emilian Ushka? God have mercy on you. Where will you get to next? Why, you were sort of angry with me, Astafievanovich, the other day. You were vexed and promised to put me to sleep in the porch, so I didn't sort of venture to come in, Astafievanovich, and so I lay down here. I did feel angry. And sorry too. Surely you might undertake some other duty, Emilian Ushka, instead of lying here guarding the steps, I said. Why, what other duty, Astafievanovich? You lost soul. I was in such a rage. I called him that. If you could but learn tellering work. Look, at your old rag of a coat. It's not enough to have it in tatters. Here you are sweeping the steps with it. You might take a needle and boggle up your rags as decency demands. You drunken man. What do you think, sir? He actually did take a needle. Of course, I said it in jest, but he was so scared he set to work. He took off his coat and began threading the needle. I watched him as you may well guess. His eyes were all red and bleary, and his hands were all of a shake. He kept shoving and shoving the thread and could not get it through the eye of the needle. He kept screwing his eyes up and wetting the thread and twisting it in his fingers. It was no good. He gave it up and looked at me. Well, said I, this is a nice way to treat me. If there had been folks by to see, I don't know what I should have done. Why, you simple fellow, I set it to you in a joke as a reproach. Give over your nonsense. God bless you, sir. Sit quiet and don't put me to shame. Don't sleep on my stairs and make a laughingstock of me. Why, what am I to do, Astafi Yovanovich? I know very well. I am a drunkard and good for nothing. I can do nothing but vex you, my bene... bene... factor. And all that, his blue lips began all of a sudden to quiver, and a tear ran down his white cheek and trembled on his stubbly chin, and Benpo Emelyanushka burst into a regular flood of tears. Mercy on us. I felt as though a knife were thrust into my heart. The sensitive creature. I'd never have expected it. Who could have guessed it? No. Emelyanushka thought I. I shall give you up altogether.  Well, sir, why make a long story of it? And the whole affair so trifling it's not worth wasting words upon why you, for instance, sir, would not have given a thought to it, but I would have given a great deal, if I had a great deal to give, that it never should have happened at all. I had a pair of riding breeches by me, sir. Deuce take them. Fine. First rate riding breeches they were, too. Blew with a check on it. They'd been ordered by a gentleman from the country, but he would not have them after all, said they were not full enough. So they were left on my hands. It struck me that they were worth something. At the secondhand dealers I ought to get five silver rubles for them, or if not I could turn them into two pairs of trousers for Petersburg gentlemen and have a peace over for a waistcoat for myself. Of course, for poor people like us everything comes in. And it happened just then that Emelyanushka was having a sad time of it. There he sat day after day. He did not drink, not a drop past his lips, but he sat and moped like an owl. It was sad to see him. He just sat and brooded. Well, thought I, either you've got not a copper to spend my lad or else you're turning over a new leaf of yourself. You've given it up. You've listened to reason. Well, sir, that's how it was with us. And just then came a holiday. I went to Vespers. When I came home, I found Emelyanushka sitting in the window, drunk and rocking to and fro. Ah, so that's what you've been up to my lad. And I went to get something out of my chest. And when I looked in, the breeches were not there. I rummaged here and there. They'd vanished. When I ransacked everywhere and saw they were not there, something seemed to stab me to the heart. I ran first to the old dame and began accusing her of Emelyanushka, not the faintest suspicion, though there was cause for it in his sitting there drunk. No, said the old body. God be with you, my fine gentleman. What good are riding breeches to me? Am I going to wear such things? Why, a skirt I had, I'd lost the other day through a fellow of your sort. I know nothing. I can tell you nothing about it, she said. Who has been here? Who has been in? I asked. Why, nobody has been in my good sir, says she. I've been here all the while. Emelyan Ilyich went out and came back again. There he sits. Ask him. Emelyanushka said I. Have you taken those new riding breeches for anything? You remember the pair I made for that gentleman from the country? No, Stafievanovich said he. I've not sort of touched them. I was in a state. I hunted high and low for them. They were nowhere to be found and Emelyanushka sits there rocking himself to and fro. I was squatting on my heels facing him and bending over the chest and all at once I stole a glance at him. A lack, I thought. My heart suddenly grew hot within me and I felt myself flushing up too and suddenly Emelyanushka looked at me. No, Astafievanovich said he. Those riding breeches of yours, maybe you are thinking, maybe I took them, but I never touched them. But what can have become of them, Emelyan Ilyich? No, Astafievanovich said he. I've never seen them. Why, Emelyan Ilyich, I suppose they run off of themselves, eh? Maybe they have, Astafievanovich. When I heard him say that, I got up at once, went up to him, lighted the lamp and sat down to work to my sewing. I was altering a waistcoat for a clerk who lived below us and wasn't there a burning pain and ache in my breast. I shouldn't have minded so much if I had put all the clothes I had in the fire. Emelyanushka seemed to have an inkling of what a rage I was in. When a man is guilty, you know, sir, he's sensed trouble far off, like the birds of the air before a storm. Do you know what Astafievanovich? Emelyanushka began, and his poor old voice was shaking as he said the words. Antiprohorich, the apothecary, married the coachman's wife this morning who died the other day. I did give him a look, sir, a nasty look it was. Emelyanushka understood it, too. I saw him get up, go to the bed, and began to rummage there for something. I waited. He was busy there a long time and kept muttering all the while. No, not there. Where can the blessed things have got to? I waited to see what he'd do. I saw him creep under the bed on all fours. I couldn't bear it any longer. What are you crawling about under the bed for, Emelyanushka? said I. Looking for the breeches of Astafievanovich, maybe they've dropped down there somewhere. Why should you try to help a poor simple man like me? said I, crawling on your knees for nothing, sir. I called him that in my vexation. Oh, never mind Astafievanovich, I'll just look. They'll turn up and maybe somewhere. Hmm, said I. Look here, Emelyanushka. What is it, Astafievanovich? said he. Haven't you simply stolen them from me like a thief in a robber in return for the bread and salt you've eaten here? said I. I felt so angry, sir, at seeing him folding about on his knees before me. No, Astafievanovich. And he stayed lying as he was on his face under the bed. A long time he lay there and then at last crept out. I looked at him and the man was as white as a sheet. He stood up and sat down near me in the window and sat for some ten minutes. No, Astafievanovich, he said. And all at once he stood up and came towards me and I can see him now. He looked dreadful. No, Astafievanovich, he said he. I never sort of touched your breeches. He was all of a shake, poking himself in the chest with a trembling finger and his poor old voice shook so that I was frightened, sir, and sat though I was rooted to the window seat. Well, Emelian Ilyich, said I, as you will. Forgive me if I and my foolishness have accused you unjustly as for the breeches let them go hang. We can live without them. We still are hands, thank God. We need not go thieving or begging from some other poor man. We'll earn our bread. Emelian Ushka heard me out and went on standing there before me. I looked up and he had sat down and there he sat all the evening without stirring. At last I lay down to sleep. Emelian Ushka went on sitting in the same place. When I looked out in the morning he was lying curled up in his old coat on the bare floor. He felt too crushed even to come to bed. Well, sir, I felt no more liking for the fellow from that day. In fact, for the first few days I hated him. I felt as if one may say as though my own son had robbed me and done me a deadly hurt. Ah, thought I. Emelian Ushka. Emelian Ushka! And Emelian Ushka, sir, went on drinking for a whole fortnight without stopping. He was drunk all the time and regularly besotted. He went out in the morning and came back late at night and for a whole fortnight I didn't get a word out of him. It was as though grief was gnawing at his heart or as though he wanted to do something for himself completely. At last he stopped. He must have come to the end of all he'd got. And then he sat in the window again. I remember he sat there without speaking for three days and three nights. All of a sudden I saw that he was crying. He was just sitting there, sir, and crying like anything. A perfect stream as though he didn't know how his tears were flowing. And it's a sad thing, sir, to see a grown-up man and an old man, too, crying from woe and grief. What's the matter, Emelian Ushka? said I. He began to tremble so that he shook all over. I spoke to him for the first time since that evening. Nothing astoffee of Onovitch.  What's lost is lost. Why are you moping about like this? I felt sorry for him. Oh, nothing astoffee of Onovitch. It's no matter. I want to find some work to do astoffee of Onovitch. And what sort of work, pray, Emelian Ushka? Why, any sort. Perhaps I could find a situation such as I used to have. I've been all ready to ask Fidoze Ivanovitch. I don't like to be a burden on you, astoffee of Onovitch.  Enough, Emelian Ushka, enough. Let bygones be bygones, and no more to be said about it. Let us go on as we used to do before. No astoffee of Onovitch, you maybe think. But I never touched your riding-breaches. Well, have it your own way.  No astoffee of Onovitch, I can't go on living with you. That's clear. You must excuse me, astoffee of Onovitch.  Who's offending you and driving you out of the place? Am I doing it? No, it's not the proper thing for me to live with you like this, astoffee of Onovitch. I'd better be going. He was so hurt, it seemed. He stuck to his point. I looked at him, and sure enough, up he got and pulled his old coat over his shoulders. But where are you going, Emelian Ilyich? Listen to reason. What are you about? Where are you off to? No, goodbye, astoffee of Onovitch. Don't keep me now. And he was blubbering again. I'd better be going. You're not the same now. Not the same as what? I am the same. But you'll be lost by yourself like a poor helpless babe, Emelian Ilyich. No, astoffee of Onovitch.  You'd better let me go, astoffee of Onovitch, and forgive me all the trouble I've given you while I've been living with you. Well, sir, the man went away. I waited for a day. I expected he'd be back in the evening. No. Next day no sign of him. Nor the third day either. I began to get frightened. I was so worried I couldn't drink, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. The fellow had quite disarmed me. On the fourth day I went out to look for him. I peeped into all the taverns to inquire for him, but, no, Emelian Nushka was lost. Have you managed to keep yourself alive, Emelian Nushka? I wondered. Perhaps he is lying dead under some hedge. Poor drunkard, like a sodden log. I went home more dead than alive. Next day I went out to look for him again, and I kept cursing myself that I'd been such a fool as to let the man go off by himself. On the fifth day it was a holiday. In the early morning I heard the door creak. I looked up, and there was my Emelian Nushka coming in. His face was blue, and his hair was covered with dirt as though he'd been sleeping in the street. He was as thin as a match. He took off his old coat, sat down on the chest, and looked at me. I was delighted to see him, but I felt more upset about him than ever. For you see, sir, if I'd been overtaken in some sin as true as I am here, sir, I'd have died like a dog before I'd have come back. But Emelian Nushka did come back, and a sad thing it was, sure enough, to see a man sunk so low. I began to look after him, to talk kindly to him, to comfort him. Well, Emelian Nushka, said I, I am glad you've come back. Had you been away much longer, I should have gone to look for you in the taverns again today. Are you hungry? No, Astafi Ivanovich. Come now, aren't you really? Here, brother, is some cabbage soup left over from yesterday. There was meat in it. It is good stuff. And here is some bread and onion. Come, eat it. It'll do you no harm. I made him eat it. And I saw at once that the man had not tasted food for, maybe, three days. He was as hungry as a wolf, so it was hunger that had driven him to me. My heart was melted looking at the poor deer. Let me run to the tavern, thought I. I'll get something to ease his heart, and then we'll make an end of it. I've no more anger in my heart against you, Emelian Nushka. I brought him some vodka. Here, Emelian Ilyich, let us have a drink for the holiday. Like a drink, it will do you good. He held out his hand, held it out greedily. He was just taking it, and then he stopped himself. But a minute after I saw him take it and lift it to his mouth, spilling it on his sleeve. But though he got it to his lips, he set it down on the table again. What is it, Emelian Nushka? Nothing, Astafi Ivanovich. I sort of. Won't you drink it? Well, Astafi Ivanovich, I'm not sort of going to drink any more Astafi Ivanovich. Do you mean you've given it up altogether, Emelian Nushka? Or are you only not going to drink today? He did not answer. A minute later I saw him rest his head on his hand. What's the matter, Emelian Nushka? Are you ill? Why, yes, Astafi Ivanovich. I don't feel well. I took him and laid him down on the bed. I saw that he really was ill. His head was burning hot, and he was shivering with fever. I sat by him all day. Toward night he was worse. I mixed him some oil and onion and cavasse and bread broken up. Come, eat some of this, said I, and perhaps you'll feel better. He shook his head. No, said he, I won't have any dinner today, Astafi Ivanovich. I made some tea for him. I quite flustered our old woman. He was no better. Well, thinks I. It's a bad look-out. The third morning I went for a medical gentleman. There was one I knew living close by, Kostaprov by name. I had made his acquaintance when I was in service with the Bosomyagans. He attended me. The doctor come and looked at him. He's in a bad way, said he. It was no use sending for me, but if you like I can give him a powder. Well, I didn't give him a powder. I thought that's just the doctor's little game. And then the fifth day came. He lay, sir, dying before my eyes. I sat in the window with my work in my hands. The old woman was heeding the stove. We were all silent. My heart was simply breaking over him, the good-for-nothing fellow. I felt as if it were a son of my own I was losing. I knew that Emilia Nushka was looking at me. I'd seen the man all the day long making up his mind to say something, and not daring to. At last I looked up at him. I saw such misery in the poor fellow's eyes. He had kept them fixed on me, but when he saw that I was looking at him, he looked down at once. Astafi Ivanovich? What is it, Emilia Nushka? If you were to take my old coat, who a secondhand dealer's, how much do you think they'd give you for it, Astafi Ivanovich? There's no knowing how much they'd give. Maybe they would give me a ruble for it, Emilia Niliich. But if I had taken it they wouldn't have given a farthing for it, but would have laughed in my face for bringing such a trumpery thing. I simply said that to comfort the poor fellow, knowing the simpleton he was. But I was thinking, Astafi Ivanovich, they might give you three rubles for it. It's made of cloth, Astafi Ivanovich. How could they only give one ruble for a cloth coat? I don't know, Emilia Niliich, said I. If you are thinking of taking it you should certainly ask three rubles to begin with. Emilia Nushka was silent for a time, and then he addressed me again. Astafi Ivanovich? What is it, Emilia Nushka? I asked. Sell my coat when I die, and don't bury me in it. I can lie as well without it, and it's a thing of some value. It might come in useful. I can't tell you how it made my heart ache to hear him. I saw that the death agony was coming on him. We were silent again for a bit. So an hour passed by. I looked at him again. He was still staring at me, and when he met my eyes he looked down again. Do you want some water to drink, Emilia Niliich? I asked. Give me some.  I gave him a drink. Thank you, Astafi Ivanovich, said he. Is there anything else you would like, Emilia Nushka? No, Astafi Ivanovich. There's nothing I want, but I sort of. What? I only. What is it, Emilia Nushka? Those riding breeches, it was sort of I who took them Astafi Ivanovich. Well, God forgive you, Emilia Nushka, said I. You poor, sorrowful creature, depart in peace. And I was choking myself, sir, and the tears were in my eyes. I turned aside for a moment. Astafi Ivanovich. I saw Emilia Nushka wanted to tell me something. He was trying to sit up, trying to speak, and mumbling something. He flushed red all over, suddenly looked at me. Then I saw him turn white again. Whiter and whiter. Then he seemed to sink away all in a minute. His head fell back. He drew one breath and gave up his soul to God. End of An Honest Thief by Fyodor Dostoevsky. Recording by John Van Stan, Savannah, Georgia. Section Two of Short Stories by Fyodor Dostoevsky. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. A novel in nine letters. One from Peter Ivanovich to Ivan Petrovich. Dear sir and most precious friend Ivan Petrovich, for the last two days I have been, I may say, in pursuit of you, my friend, having to talk over most urgent business with you and I cannot come across you anywhere. Yesterday, while we were at Semyon Alexiich's, my wife made a very good joke about you, saying that Tatyana Petrovna and you were a pair of birds always on the wing. You have not been married three months and you already neglect your domestic hearth. We all laughed heartily, from our genuine kindly feeling for you, of course, but joking apart, my precious friend, you have given me a lot of trouble. Semyon Alexiich said to me that you might be going to the ball at the Social Union's club. Meeting my wife with Semyon Alexiich as good lady, I flew off to the Social Union. It was funny and tragic, fancy my position, me at the ball and alone, without my wife. Ivan Andreiich, meeting me in the porter's lodge and seeing me alone, at once concluded, the rascal, that I had a passion for dances and taking me by the arm wanted to drag me off by force to a dancing class, saying that it was too crowded at the Social Union, that an ardent spirit had not room to turn and that his head ached from the Petruly and Minyanet. I found neither you nor Tatyana Petrovna. Ivan Andreiich vowed and declared that you would be at woe from wit at the Alexandrinsky Theatre. I flew off to the Alexandrinsky Theatre. You were not there either. This morning I expected to find you at Chesnokinov's. No sign of you there. Chesnokinov sent to the Parapalkans. The same thing there. In fact, I am quite worn out. You can judge how much trouble I have taken. Now I am writing you. There is nothing else I can do. My business by no means a literary one. You understand me? It would be better to meet face to face. It is extremely necessary to discuss something with you. And as quickly as possible. And so I beg you to come to us today with Tatyana Petrovna to tea and for a chat in the evening. My Anna Miholovna will be extremely pleased to see you. You will truly, as they say, oblige me to my dying day. By the way, my precious friend, since I have taken up my pen I'll go into all I have against you. I have a slight complaint I must make. In fact, I must reproach you, my worthy friend, for an apparently very innocent little trick which you have played at my expense.  About the middle of last month you brought into my house an acquaintance of yours, Yevgeny Nikoliich. You vouched for him by your friendly and, for me, of course, sacred recommendation. I rejoice that the opportunity of receiving the young man with open arms, and when I did so I put my head in a noose. A noose it hardly is, but it has turned out a pretty business. I have not time now to explain, and indeed it is an awkward thing to do in writing. Only a very humble request to you, my malicious friend. Could you not, somehow, very delicately, in passing, drop a hint into the young man's ear that there are a great many houses in the metropolis besides ours? It is more than I can stand, my dear fellow. We fall at your feet, as our friend Semyonovich says. I will tell you all about it when we meet. I don't mean to say that the young man has sinned against good manners, or is lacking in spiritual qualities, or is not up to the mark in some other way. On the contrary, he is an amiable and pleasant fellow. But wait, we shall meet. Meanwhile, if you see him, for goodness' sake, whisper a hint to him, my good friend. I would do it myself, but you know what I am. I simply can't, and that's all about it. You introduced him, but I will explain myself more fully this evening, anyway. Now, good-bye, I remain, etc. P.S., my little boy has been ailing for the last week and gets worse and worse every day.  My wife is nursing him all the time in his depressed poor thing. Be sure to come. You will give us real pleasure, my precious friend. To. From Ivan Petrovich to Peter Ivanish. Dear sir, Peter Ivanish, I got your letter yesterday, I read it, and was perplexed. You looked for me, goodness knows where, and I was simply at home. Till ten o'clock I was expecting Ivan Ivanish Toloknov. At once, on getting your letter, I set out with my wife. I went to the expense of taking a cab and reached your house about half past six. You were not at home, but we were met by your wife. I waited to see you till half past ten. I could not stay later. I set off with my wife, went to the expense of a cab again, saw her home, and went on myself to the parapalcans, thinking I might meet you there. But again I was out in my reckoning. When I get home I did not sleep all night. I felt uneasy. In the morning I drove round to you three times at nine, at ten, and at eleven. And at eleven, three times I went to the expense of a cab, and again you left me in the lurch. I read your letter and was amazed. You write about Yevgeny Nikoliich, beg me to whisper some hint and do not tell me what about. I commend your caution, but all letters are not alike, and I don't give documents of importance to my wife for curl papers. I am puzzled, in fact, to know with what motive you wrote all this to me. However, if it comes to that, why should I meddle in the matter? I don't poke my nose into other people's business. You can be not at home to him. I only see that I must have a brief and decisive explanation with you. And moreover, time is passing, and I am in straits, and don't know what to do if you are going to neglect the terms of our agreement. A journey for nothing. A journey cost something too, and my wife's whining for me to get her a velvet mantle of the latest fashion. About Yevgeny Nikoliich, I hastened to mention that when I was at Pavel Semjanovich, Pera Palkins yesterday, I made inquiries without loss of time. He has five hundred serfs in the province of Yaroslav, and he has expectations from his grandmother of an estate of three hundred serfs near Moscow. How much money he has, I cannot tell. I think you ought to know that better. I beg you once for all to appoint a place where I can meet you.  I write that he is a liar, and it shows how little he is to be trusted in such cases, that only the day before yesterday he did his grandmother out of eight hundred rubles. I have the honor to remain, etc. P.S. My wife is going to have a baby. She is nervous about it and feels depressed at times. At the theatre they sometimes have firearms going off and sham thunderstorms, and so for fear of a shock to my wife's nerves I do not take her to the theatre. I have no great partiality for the theatre myself. Three. From Peter Ivanich to Ivan Petrovich. My precious friend Ivan Petrovich, I am to blame, to blame a thousand times to blame, but I hasten to defend myself between five and six yesterday, just as we were talking of you with the warmest affection. A messenger from Uncle Stepan Alexiich galloped up with the news that my aunt was very bad. Being afraid of alarming my wife I did not say a word of this to her, but on the pretext of other urgent business I drove off to my aunt's house. I found her almost dying. Just at five o'clock she had had a stroke, the third she has had in the last two years. Carl Fyodorich, their family doctor, told us that she might not live through the night. You can judge at my position, dearest friend. We were on our legs all night in grief and anxiety. It was not till morning that, utterly exhausted and overcome by moral and physical weakness, I lay down on the sofa. I forgot to tell them to wake me and only walk at half past eleven. My aunt was better. I drove home to my wife. The poor thing was quite worn out expecting me.  You were not at home? At your flat I found Yevgeny Nikolayich. When I got home I took up a pen and here I am writing you. Don't grumble and be cross to me, my true friend.  But don't deprive me of your affection. From your wife I learned that you will be at the Slavyanov's this evening. I will certainly be there. I look forward with the greatest impatience to seeing you. I remain, etc. P.S.  Carl Fyodorich prescribes a rhubarb. He moans. Yesterday he did not know anyone. This morning he did know us and began lisping, Papa, Mama, Boo. My wife was in tears the whole morning. Four. From Ivan Petrovich to Peter Ivanich. My dear sir, Peter Ivanich, I am writing you in your room at your bureau and before taking up my pen I have been waiting for more than two and a half hours for you. Now allow me to tell you straight out, Peter Ivanich, my frank opinion about this shabby incident. From your last letter I gathered that you were expected at the Slavyanov's, that you were inviting me to go there. I turned up, I stayed for five hours and there was no sign of you. Why am I to be made a laughingstock to people do you suppose? Excuse me, my dear sir. I came to you this morning. I hope to find you not imitating certain deceitful persons who look for people. God knows where, when they can be found at home at any suitably chosen time. There is no sign of you at home. I don't know what restrains me from telling you now the whole harsh truth. I will only say that I see you seem to be going back on your bargain regarding our agreement and only now reflecting on the whole affair. I cannot but confess that I am absolutely astounded at the artful workings of your mind. I see clearly now that you have been cherishing your unfriendly design for a long time. This supposition of mine is confirmed by the fact that last week in an almost unpardonable way you took possession of that letter of yours addressed to me in which you laid down yourself, though rather vaguely and incoherently the terms of our agreement in regard to a circumstance of which I need not remind you.  But I won't allow myself to be made a fool of, for no one has ever considered me one hitherto and everyone has thought well of me in that respect. I am opening my eyes. You try and put me off, confuse me with talk of Yevgeny Nikolayevich and when with your letter of the seventh of this month, which I am still at a loss to understand, I seek a personal explanation from you. You make humbugging appointments while you keep out of the way. Surely you do not oppose, sir, that I am not equal to noticing all this. You promise to reward me for my services, of which you are very well aware in the way of introducing various persons and at the same time. And I don't know how you do it. You can try to borrow money from me in considerable sums without giving a receipt as happened no longer ago than last week. Now, having got the money, you keep out of the way and what's more, you repudiate the service I have done you in regard to Yevgeny Nikolayevich. You are probably reckoning on my speedy departure to Simpersk and hoping I may not have time to settle your business. But I assure you solemnly and testify on my word of honor that if it comes to that, I am prepared to spend two more months in Petersburg expressly to carry through my business, to attain my objects and to get hold of you, for I too on occasion know how to get the better of people. In conclusion, I beg to inform you that if you do not give me a satisfactory explanation today, first in writing and then personally face to face and do not make a fresh statement in your letter of the chief points of the agreement existing between us and do not explain fully your views in regard to Yevgeny Nikolayevich. I shall be compelled to have recourse to measures that will be highly unpleasant to you and indeed repugnant to me also. Allow me to remain, etc. Five from Pyotr Ivanovich to Ivan Petrovich, November 11th. My dear and honored friend Ivan Petrovich, I was cut to the heart by your letter. I wondered you were not ashamed, my dear but unjust friend, to behave like this to one of your most devoted friends. Why be in such a hurry and without explaining things fully wound me with such insulting suspicions? But I hastened to reply to your charges. You did not find me yesterday, Ivan Petrovich, because I was suddenly and quite unexpectedly called away to a death bed. My aunt Yefemia Nikolayevna passed away yesterday evening at eleven o'clock in the night. By the general consent of the relatives I was selected to make the arrangements for the sad and sorrowful ceremony. I had so much to do that that I had not time to see you this morning, nor even to send you a line. I am grieved to the heart at the misunderstanding which has arisen between us. My words about Yevgevni Nikolayevich uttered casually and ingest. You have taken in quite a wrong sense, and have ascribed to them a meaning deeply offensive to me. You refer to money and express your anxiety about it, but without wasting words I am ready to satisfy all your claims and demands. Though I must remind you that the three hundred and fifty rubles I had from you last week were in accordance with a certain agreement, and not by way of a loan, in the latter case there would certainly have been a receipt. I will not condescend to discuss the other points mentioned in your letter. I see that it is a misunderstanding. I see it is your habitual hastiness, hot temper and obscenity. I know that your good-heartedness and open character will not allow doubts to persist in your heart, and that you will be, in fact, the first to hold out your hand to me. You are mistaken, Ivan Petrovich. You are greatly mistaken. Although your letter has deeply wounded me, I should be prepared even today to come to you and apologize. But I have been since yesterday in such a rush and flurry that I am utterly exhausted and can scarcely stand on my feet.  I am afraid she is seriously ill. Our little boy, thank God, is better, but I must lay down my pen. I have a mass of things to do, and they are urgent. Allow me, my dear friend, to remain, etc. 6. From Ivan Petrovich to Peter Ivanich. November 14. Dear sir, Peter Ivanich, I have been waiting for three days. I tried to make a profitable use of them. Meanwhile, I feel that politeness and good manners are the greatest of ornaments for everyone. Since my last letter of the tenth of this month, I have neither by word nor deed reminded you of my existence, partly in order to allow you undisturbed to perform the duty of a Christian in regard to your aunt, partly because I needed the time for certain considerations and investigations in regard to a business you know of. Now I hasten to explain myself to you in the most thoroughgoing and decisive manner. I frankly confess that on reading your first two letters, I seriously suppose that you did not understand what I wanted. That was how it was that I rather sought an interview with you and explanations face to face. I was afraid of writing and blamed myself for lack of clearness in the expression of my thoughts on paper. You are aware that I have not the advantages of education and good manners, and that I shun a hollow show of gentility because I have learned from bitter experience how misleading appearances often are, and that a snake sometimes lies hidden under flowers. But you understood me. You did not answer me as you should have done because, in the treachery of your heart, you had planned beforehand to be faithless to your word of honor and to the friendly relations existing between us. You have proved this absolutely by your abominable conduct toward me of late, which is fatal to my interests, which I did not expect and which I refuse to believe till the present moment. From the very beginning of our acquaintance you captivated me by your clever manners, by the subtlety of your behavior, your knowledge of affairs, and the advantages to be gained by association with you. I imagined that I had found a true friend and well-wisher. Now I recognize clearly that there are many people who under a flattering and brilliant exterior hide venom in their hearts, who use their cleverness to weave snares for their neighbor and for unpardonable deception, and so are afraid of pen and paper, and at the same time use their fine language not for the benefit of their neighbor and their country, but to drug and bewitch the reason of those who have entered into business relations of any sort with them. Your treachery to me, my dear sir, can be clearly seen from what follows, in the first place. When, in the clear and distinct terms of my letter, I describe my position, sir, and at the same time ask you in my first letter what you meant by certain expressions and intentions of yours, principally in regard to Yevgeny Nikolaevich, you tried for the most part to avoid answering, and confounding me by doubts and suspicions, you calmly put the subject aside. Then, after treating me in a way which cannot be described by any seemly word, you began writing that you were wounded. Pray, what am I to call that, sir? Then, when every minute was precious to me and when you had set me running after you all over the town, you wrote, pretending personal friendship, letters in which intentionally avoiding all mention of business.  Of course, I am prepared to admit that a father's heart may be torn by the sufferings of his babe. But why make mention of this when something different, far more important and interesting was needed? I endured it in silence, but now when time has elapsed, I think it my duty to explain myself.  Then, after first inviting me and thoroughly deceiving me, you informed me that you were called away to your suffering aunt who had had a stroke, precisely at five o'clock as you stated with shameful exactitude. Luckily for me, sir, in the course of these three days, I have succeeded in making inquiries and have learnt from them that your aunt had a stroke on the day before the seventh, not long before midnight. From this fact, I see that you have made use of sacred family relations in order to deceive persons in no way concerned with them. Finally, in your last letter, you mentioned the death of your relatives as though it had taken place precisely at the time when I was to have visited you to consult about various business matters. But here, the vileness of your arts and calculations exceeds all belief, for from trustworthy information which I was able by a lucky chance to obtain just in the nick of time, I have found out that your aunt died twenty-four hours later than the time you so impiously fixed for her decease in your letter. I shall never have done if I enumerate all the signs by which I have discovered your treachery in regard to me. It is sufficient indeed for any impartial observer that in every letter you style me your true friend, then call me all sorts of polite names which you do to the best of my belief for no other object than to put my conscience to sleep. I have come now to your principal act of deceit and treachery in regard to me to wit your continual silence of late in regard to everything concerning our common interests. In regard to your wicked theft of the letter in which you stated, though in language somewhat obscure and not perfectly intelligible to me, our mutual agreements, your barbarous forcible loan of three hundred and fifty rubles which you borrowed from me as your partner without giving any receipt, and finally your abominable slanders of our common acquaintance, Yevgeny Nikolayevich. I see clearly now that you meant to show me that he was, if you will allow me to say so, like a billy goat good for neither milk nor wool, that he was neither one thing nor the other, neither fish nor flesh, which you put down as a vice in him in your letter of the sixth instant. I knew Yevgeny Nikolayevich as a modest and well-behaved young man, whereby he may well attract, gain, and deserve respect in society. I know also that every evening for the last fortnight you've put into your pocket dozens and sometimes even hundreds of rubles playing games of chance with Yevgeny Nikolayevich. Now you disavow all this and not only refuse to compensate me for what I have suffered, but have even appropriated money belonging to me, tempting me by suggestions that I should be partner in the affair and luring me with various advantages which were to accrue. After having appropriated in a most illegal way money of mine and of Yevgeny Nikolayevich's, you declined to compensate me, resorting for that object to calamny with which you have unjustifiably blackened in my eyes a man whom I, by my efforts and exertions, introduced into your house. While on the contrary, from what I hear from your friends, you are still almost slobbering over him and give out to the whole world that he is your dearest friend, though there is no one in the world such a fool as not to guess at once what your designs are aiming at and what your friendly relations really mean. I should say that they mean deceit, treachery, forgetfulness of human duties and propriities contrary to the law of God and vicious in every way. I take myself as a proof and example in what way have I offended you and why have you treated me in this godless fashion. I will end my letter. I have explained myself. Now in conclusion, if, sir, you do not in the shortest possible time after receiving this letter return me in full, first the 350 rubles I gave you and secondly all the sums that should come to me according to your promise, I will have recourse to every possible means to compel you to return it, even to open force. Secondly, to the protection of the laws and finally I beg to inform you that I am in possession of facts, which, if they remain in the hands of your humble servant, may ruin and disgrace your name in the eyes of all the world. Allow me to remain, etc. 7. From Peter Ivanich to Ivan Petrovich, November 15th Ivan Petrovich? When I received your vulgar and at the same time queer letter, my impulse for the first minute was to tear it into shreds, but I have preserved it as a curiosity. I do, however, sincerely regret our misunderstandings and unpleasant relations. I did not mean to answer you, but I am compelled by necessity. I must in these lines inform you that it would be very unpleasant for me to see you in my house at any time. My wife feels the same. She is in delicate health and the smell of tar upsets her. My wife sends your wife the book Don Quixote de la Mancha with her sincere thanks. As for the galoshes you say you left behind here on your last visit, I must regretfully inform you that they are nowhere to be found. They are still being looked for, but if they do not turn up then I will buy you a new pair. I have the honour to remain your sincere friend. 8. On the 16th of November, Peter Ivanich received by post two letters addressed to him. Opening the first envelope he took out a carefully folded note on pale pink paper. The handwriting was his wife's. It was addressed to Yevgeny Nikolayich and dated November the 2nd. There was nothing else in the envelope. Peter Ivanich read. Dear Eugene, yesterday was utterly impossible. My husband was at home the whole evening. Be sure to come tomorrow punctually at eleven. At half past ten my husband is going to Tsarsko and not coming back till evening. I was in a rage all night. Thank you for sending me the information and the correspondence. What a lot of paper! Did she really write all that? She has style, though. Many thanks, dear. I see that you love me. Don't be angry, but for goodness' sake come tomorrow. A. Peter Ivanich tore open the other letter. Peter Ivanich, I should never have set foot again in your house anyway. You need not have trouble to soil paper about it. Next week I am going to Zimbirsk. Yevgeny Nikolayich remained your precious and beloved friend. I wish you luck and don't trouble about the galoshes. 9. On the 17th of November Ivan Petrovich received by post two letters addressed to him. Opening the first letter he took out a hasty and carelessly written note. The handwriting was his wife's. It was addressed to Yevgeny Nikolayich and dated August the 4th. There was nothing else in the envelope. Ivan Petrovich read. Good-bye, good-bye Yevgeny Nikolayich. The Lord reward you for this, too. May you be happy, but my lot is bitter, terribly bitter. It is your choice. If it had not been for my aunt I should not have put such trust in you. Do not laugh at me, nor at my aunt. Tomorrow is our wedding. Aunt is relieved that a good man has been found and that he will take me without a dowry. I took a good look at him for the first time today. He seems good-natured. They are hurrying me. Farewell, farewell, my darling. Think of me sometimes. I shall never forget you. Farewell, I sign this last, like my first letter. Do you remember? Tatyana. The second letter was as follows. Ivan Petrovich, tomorrow you will receive a new pair of galoshes. It is not my habit to filch from other men's pockets, and I am not fond of picking up all sorts of rubbish in the streets. Yevgeny Nikolayich is going to Simbersk in a day or two on his grandfather's business, and he has asked me to find a traveling companion for him. Wouldn't you like to take him with you? End of a novel in nine letters by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Recording by John Van Stan, Savannah, Georgia.


What's going on, everyone? Sam here with Leighton Sports Cards. We are ripping two boxes for Brandon O. We've got one box of 2022 Leaf Best of Sports and one box of 2022 Panini Prism Baseball. So we'll start with the Prism Baseball. We'll leave the best of sports for the last. So just so you know, Brandon, that base does not ship out of Prism Baseball. All of your rookies, your inserts, your autos, your number, and your color stuff will ship. Just know that base. This is a J-Rod Rook. Illumination, Bryce Harper. Got Paki Noughton, 41 out of 75 on the red wave auto for the Angels. Nice way to start there. Woodruff Silver and Corbin Burns. Oh yeah, let me pass that one out. Barlow Rendon. There's a Wanderer rookie. G. Alito. Pucky. Chateau. Harmon Killebrew. Yordon. The blue Spencer Torkelsen. Nice. For the Tigers, solid one there. And Slugger is Tati's Jr. Stio Alexi. France. Spearless Yelich. Got a Matt Veerling, 59 out of 99 on the red auto for the Fils. Nice rookie auto of Matt Veerling. Grats on that one, man. Take that for sure. Red George Brett and rookie class of Kevin Smith. Rookies here. Thompson Low and Sheets. Oh my god, Bryce Harper. Inglas. Got Hoijun Park on the snakeskin. Nice. 39 out of 50. And Robbie Ray. Yeah, he is. Really good. Yeah, he's solid. Mount Castle. He's built, like, what's it do from Houston? Albrecht? Oh, Tucker? Oh, Brightman? Yeah, he's like, yeah, gotcha. Nice. We got Seya Suzuki on the silver debut signatures for the Cubs. That's pretty much one of the guys you're looking for right there. Congrats on that one there, Brandon. Bryce and Stott, man. It's been a good box so far. Can't even lie. Bruhan? Oh, you wouldn't even see the... You're right. Gilbert and Seeger. Yeah, they own us. Right, right. Colton Walker, rookie. Jack Lopez and Nietzsche Roe. That's old school. Kahlia Stromsky on the red mojo. 98 out of 149. Silver Walker Bueller and Rookie Glasky having Sheets. I have no idea what I would do. Do you know what I'm saying? Anya. Be nuts. Would be nuts. Mackenzie Gore or Rosarana. Cutter Crawford. Yeah, same. Stephen Ridings, old school. Bryce Harper, Silver and Marcus Simeon, superstars. This is Bobby Whit, rookie for the Royals. Grisail Andruvon. That is Jose Altuve. Red Matt Olson and rookie class, Jaren Durant. Nicoladolo. Rodolfo Castro, rookie. Seth Beer. As a trout. Peyton Henry. Old school, George Brett. Red Mookie and Bichette, superstars. All right. Joe Ryan, rookie. Alexander Wells, Wilson, McCarthy, Otto. A bunch of rookies there. Hendricks. There's Matt Brash, rookie. Altuve, Berrios, Corey Seeger. Another Corey Seeger, Blue. And Josh Chisholm fireworks. Last pack for you here. Good luck, Brandon. A bunch of bass there. Velaid. Chisholm, KB. Got nice. Nice Wayno coming up here. Orange, 43 out of 100. Lunola and Rafael Devers, sluggers. All right. That'll do it for Prison Baseball. That is ship. Yes. And then just throw that one. Last up, we've got a Leaf Vesta Sports. 2022, man. This stuff is fire. I might get myself a box of this. I like it. It's fun. I don't want to buy another pair of sneakers. That's the most. All right. Good luck here, guys. Oh, wow. Oh, wow. How about a PSA 10 Anthony Edward Silver? Heck, yeah, dude. That's awesome. That's sick. Silver Ant-Man, PSA 10 Prism Rookie. There you go. Congrats on that one there, Brandon. That'll do it for your break. We'll get those right out to you. Thanks again, Brandon.


Are you ready for a Legend of Zelda movie or TV series by Netflix? Now, there was a rumor about this years ago. I mean, God, it had to be three, four, five years ago that this came up and things were kind of shot down at the time as maybe all it was was a proposal and it never really went anywhere. Well, guess what? It's back. And not only is it back, we know who might be playing Link and it's someone a lot of you guys are going to recognize. Now, before I get into it, I got to remind you, we have two giveaways going on right now. One for three copies of Super Mario 3D All Stars. To enter, go down in the description, gleam.io link will send you to where you need to go. Get all your entries in. You can also join Patreon at patreon.com slash Nintendo Prime for as little as $1 a month gets you 15 entries in every giveaway we do. We also have a second giveaway for a Switch Lite and then two Switch games of choice. So three winners, six total winners for the whole month. There's a laundry list of ways down in the description to enter, including subscribing to the channel, following on Twitter, all that jazz. Alright, let's get into this because holy crud, here we go. So this comes from WeGotThisCovered.com and this is, I'm just going to read it out, I'm tingling over here, I got goosebumps. There have been rumors that Nintendo and Netflix are collaborating on a Legend of Zelda project for some time. Again, I mentioned this already. The exact formal take has been unclear, basically TV show movie, but sources close to WGTC, the same ones who leaked that Ben Affleck is returning for the Flash, that's been confirmed, and that a Witcher prequel is in development, say that a movie and a TV show are both being discussed. And furthermore, Netflix is eyeing Tom Holland to play the lead role of Link. Yeah, Tom Holland. Marvel's Spider-Man actor. Yeah, now there's no comment from Tom Holland's people at this point, they've been reached out to, no confirmation or anything has been given, nor would there be. Nothing like this is going to be confirmed until it would be officially announced. It'll be interesting because Link's always been kind of a silent protagonist, but you know, you kind of have to go with the flow. So, next year is Zelda's 35th anniversary, and we know there's going to be a bunch of stuff announced for next year. You know, there has to be, Breath of the Wild 2 is probably going to come to complete the Breath of the Wild trilogy, can we believe we're calling it a trilogy? On top of that, there's probably going to be some sort of collection pack, if not bare minimal, and Twilight Princess HD and the Wind Waker HD brought over, even if they're sold individually for $60, which I really hope Nintendo doesn't do, but you know, this is Nintendo, they might do it and they might not give us a collection pack, whatever. The point is that they're going to do a lot of stuff for Zelda. It'll probably be Zelda merchandise, not only Nintendo's working with LIGO, you can, you have to know there's going to be Zelda LIGO sets in the works as well, but what I find really interesting about this idea of a Netflix TV show or movie series, and Tom Holland, which I think is a fine actor to put as a link, is just that I'm kind of at a loss for how they could announce this and how this could work, because I don't know would the movie or show be ready for next year, I doubt that with COVID this year, you know, not a lot of things are being recorded in 2020, but it could be announced next year and then releasing the following year, that is something that could happen, and Nintendo hasn't been shying away that, you know, the Mario movie that they're making with Illumination, you know, that movie that they announced is slated for 2022, there's now a Mario animated thing happening out in Japan as well, little short animations, we obviously know about the Pikmin stuff, but we haven't seen like a live action anything from Nintendo since I guess the Super Mario Brothers movie, and we all know that wasn't necessarily received well, although to be fair, I am a fan of that, but the idea of a Legend of Zelda Netflix TV show or movie is interesting, and the fact that, you know, the one reason I don't believe is next year is because their sources, so we got this cover.com sources, is saying that they have, they're not exactly sure what form, so what we're saying, you know, is that we don't know if it's a TV show or a movie, alright, so originally when this rumor popped up a couple years back, it was announced as a TV show, but yeah, like whether or not, you know, it could have converted into a movie instead, I don't know, I'm, this has me, oh my gosh I'm tingling, now as for Tom Holland, obviously he's best known for his role as Spider-Man, and I really liked what he did with the character, you know, every Spider-Man film, when you get the new actors in, just like with the Batman stuff, they put their own spin on it, and I don't always like, you know, especially with Batman, I haven't always liked every actor that's put, but you know, taken over the role, but I feel like Tom Holland put a really nice spin in a different type of personality, I know some of it's the writing of course, but a different spin and a different personality onto the Spider-Man character, and I really enjoyed that. Now, you know, he's probably not done, there's probably gonna be more Spider-Man movies, at least one more, but I just kind of think that him as Link makes a lot of sense, the one thing that's obviously a little off would be that, well Link has blonde hair traditionally, and he doesn't, obviously that could be dyed, that could be changed, it could be a wig, I don't know, maybe this Link in this one won't have blonde hair, after all, it's a TV series, and we've never had a live action series, now, this obviously brings the question, you know, who are you gonna have play Zelda? Zelda has to be in the game, right? Even if she's not a princess, she has to be in the game, or in the game, in the TV show, see, it's all for me to even wrap my mind around that we're talking about a TV show or movie. So Zelda, you know, someone's gotta be, play Zelda in there, you know, someone's gotta play probably Ganon or Ganondorf, someone's gotta play some of these big characters, so I don't really know, we can start, you know, type casting and dreaming, in fact, you know what, down in the comments below, I want you to create your ideal cast list for all these characters, now remember, we're gonna stick with Tom Holland, because that's what the rumor is, so that Tom Holland is Link, so then, based on Tom Holland being Link, who else would you cast for a TV show or movie, and what characters would they play? I'm very interested to see this come to fruition. I'm not actually surprised to see this come back around, because I think when the original proposal was being made, Nintendo might not have been super serious about pursuing something like that yet, but then Breath of the Wild blew up, and once Breath of the Wild blew up, Nintendo's probably like, you know what, we have an opportunity here with Zelda at the height of its popularity to really expand, so teaming with Netflix would seemingly make a lot of sense, plus Netflix did a really good job with Ready Player One, I know it's not like a direct video game adaption, but I'm just pointing out, you know, actually, you want to talk about video game adaptions, the Castlevania stuff, you know, the Witcher series, I mean, could it be that the Witcher series helped the convincing Nintendo to go through this, because the Witcher on Netflix is excellent, like, primo excellent, I get technically a book adaption, not a video game adaption, but a lot of the world knows about the Witcher because of the video game. In fact, the Witcher kind of helps sell the Witcher 3 on Switch, so I'm really hoping that Beyond Hope, that this is real. Again, this is a place that has already been correct with other things, and the same source that was correct on those things is telling them that this is happening, that Tom Holland, Legend of Zelda TV show or movie is happening.  Alright folks, I'll catch you in the next video.


I just found the dogs. I just found the dogs destroying black Santa. Where did you even find this? Look at that. They were both just tearing them up. What are you doing, bro? This is look look at this. They're there. They think this is a toy. No I'm sorry about all the boxes. There's a lot to be built in here still. This is not a toy This is the Lord and Savior black Santa. I can't believe it, bro. They ripped his They ripped his list. His sack is loose. He's got a really loose sack up here Oh my god, oh my god, I haven't recorded Madden in so long And we're in the middle of a playoff run in Wheel of Mott. Last time I recorded Madden, I was in Hawaii. It's been like four weeks, bro What? You know, I had to bring wheel clap out.  I do want to say Madden is so dead It's so dead and you know, I almost teared up when I started posting that Wheel of 2k series And you guys actually were really watching it and really loving it about teared up, baby And I'm kind of scrambling to keep putting out great content for you guys And just the fact that you guys watched that just got me bought naked. I was I was igneous, baby I was metamorphic sedimentary even their types of rocks. I was I was rock hard whatever At the end of the day, though, we still have unfinished business with Wheel of Mott now I need a refresher myself. I know you guys might not maybe you do but I even need a refresher Our team is insanely good that much. I remember we have three gold 99 wide receivers We got gold 99 Joe burrow dalvin cook even this late in the season still carrying No, I will say there's really not that much new stuff in Madden since we last logged in just kind of sad But also it makes sense, you know, nobody's playing I do know that the only people still playing this game and I said this even a month ago But it's even more true now are super sweaters. I'm feeling this game is gonna be really difficult We have three episodes left assuming I get to the Super Bowl now. Sometimes people will ask pop me What's even the point of the final season to wheel them up because we're not playing for anything other than pride Of course now pride is honestly enough to play for but the final thing we're playing for is winning the Super Bowl Gives me one additional jackpot player, but this happened last season I won my Super Bowl last season at the end of Wheel of Mott same thing with this season If I can get to the Super Bowl and win it, I'm gonna lock in one of any single player in the game Next year. So I have my three prestigious plus one assuming I win the Super Bowl. We're not there yet So we have two wheel spins. You guys know Wheel of Mott I can't really make this team that much better But we still gotta go for it because I want to I want to win. We're gonna play someone super good It's just a given ladies and gentlemen one of three Remaining episodes of Wheel of Mott if you're watching right now. I love you, man. I love you so much limited Rando scroll. I don't think this can help us. That's okay. I really don't expect.  Oh, wow. There's not a lot on the auction house There's a random scroll is gonna be between like literally 10 different players. That's how dead this market is right now That's insane actually though. Here's what I'll do. I'm gonna hold our tea Randomly land on something. I don't know what it's gonna be and I'm just gonna take I'm gonna scroll one to the right one down one to the right one two three. What are we going Travis? Let's go. That's actually probably the is it the only thing I wanted out of all this That's probably the only thing I wanted out of all this. I might have taken chimera But Kelsey's a dog bro. All right Travis. Kelsey 98 overall added to the squad I'm pretty sure Cal bits is better, but he'll be a good backup All right boys not a bad start 98 Travis Kelsey when I really didn't expect to get much of anything our final spin for today's episode Is a chance at a golden ticket. I got this before did not hit the golden ticket. Let's see if we can get it right now L l l. Oh my god. All of these are ls Wait, what is yellow? Did I actually just get Wait, what? Wait, that's kind of nasty. Oh my god. We still have like six left. Let's go Well, somehow we walked out of there with a 97 Tyler Lockett. He's just not any better than any of the white receivers I currently have I literally don't even have a spot for him I like Travis gals got a lot better than your Michael Finley. Travis Kelsey's also a savage So it's just cool to have him. Let's give him those chems. We're good to go, baby Since I haven't played Madden in so long muscle memory is just gonna take over You know, like, you know when you have played basketball in a while But you can still go back and just hit the free throws out of muscle memory That's how I feel right now about wheel of mud Let's get this challenge wheel and get going gives us any pack in the store of our choice can be training as well Assuming we can finish the challenge in the playoffs Touchdown with them. This isn't hard anymore. Honestly, touchdown with the back up is not hard anymore. My backups are nasty This is definitely doable We're headed into the divisional after this if we can make it we go to the conference and after that It's the Super Bowl one game at a time. Now. Let's get this dub here and go from there Also a huge thank you to Seekik for sponsoring today's video as the dogs fight in the background Seekik is absolutely the best place to buy tickets for everything NFL season is coming up Concerts are starting to go like crazy Seekik even has indicators letting you know if a price is good or bad green being good red being bad So if you need tickets for something go to Seekik. I have a code. It's mmg It'll get you 20 dollars off your first purchase link in the top of the description to download Use that code mmg and Seekik. Thank you for sponsoring guys. Enjoy the rest of the video Taste some hill randy moss and digs. That's what we're playing up against here. Okay, baby.  This is a big game. Oh god. I forgot how to play What do I I start every playoffs game off with half-back dive? I remember that He's got acrobat mid zone kale reach elite deflator deflator deflator stonewall reach elite acrobat Not gonna lie, but it looks like half-back dive is Good for two second and eight. We're going tight end attack. It looks like he's got a qb spy on me. Does he He dies. I'm throwing rb. That's sketchy.  He shifts his line This might not be there, but i'm gonna send it anyway. Oh big time Big time delvin cook with this. I served his user too. I still got it, baby Literally the only thing I think I want before to make it to the super bowl is that 99 barry sanders If I can get a jackpot or a team real jackpot or something I'm gonna try and finesse my way into a barry sanders or try the base slant We're gonna get some excellent blocks here. No, no, no. I don't want you to go off field as a pick I try to use your playmaker him down towards me. It was wide open.  Get on the qb and give me that ball What what wait, it's not even that I didn't intercept it. It's that he caught it How in god's name did you catch that?  I'm on it. I'm on it. I'm on it He almost caught that again big time big time big time. Oh Just out of reach. I knew where he was going to that's a bummer. Well, this is a run play. I think left side probably yes. Yes Dude, I had so many dudes there and as you can only just walked around Yikes bro, that's yikes. Well, that's pretty good. I will say that Well, at least some things never change. I threw an interception on my first drive I haven't switched up on the boys quite yet Oh, that's a good looking run play right there boys. Got a solid eight yards out of delvin here Oh, great route. Julio dusted him Oh a little dump off to delvin is there. I got hit pretty damn hard, but it was at least there Oh, he might be he is What is that animation? I've never even seen that. I've played this game for so long and I've never seen that I'm not sure who I'm looking for here But let's just pray they're open that is open. Oh my god. That was sketchy All right, let's stick with the boys. Oh, he just fell his user fell on the ground. That's so clutch NFC championship did not start out hot, but it looks like we'll be able to score here I kind of want to score quickly and then try and stop them and score again But also I could be setting him up to score get it at half and score again. So I don't really know how I want to play this Delvin cook is such a stud. He gets a reach for an animation every play Right in the middle delvin cook. Let's go. We're running no huddle Is that there? Oh my god He caught it, but he was out of bounds I might I might just keep my feet set and try and drill Kyle pits in the back of the end zone.  Oh my god. That's open. That's open. He got it But he's not the one but he's not the one we got to go for it, baby We got to go for it. I'm gonna fake some pass articles here And then I'm going right back to the run and I'm running it fourth and one delvin has never let me down And he won't now baby Let's go and a sea championship. Oh dodge the user to that user was in the backfield Seven to six if I can drill this that's the lead with 44 seconds on the clock. Oh big time big time Oh, that's so close to my interception No way. He's that fast Jeremy shocky. How do you just outrun my whole defense for a touchdown in zero seconds? Oh, and he's got to go for two here. Does he run it? Well, I saw her stop that's pretty clutch right there, but I need to actually stop this guy defense somehow He just scored with no time It's not looking good. We're down.  See what he goes with here.  Yeah guys a beast, bro Yep, yep get in there. We got a fourth and one to start this out.  No way you run this No way those in the middle of the field. He just threw the middle field out of cover two dammit Hey clutch clutch conversion goes with another run play here. Ooh very open. Wow von bell Liability central. Are you kidding me boys? What was that von bell's just got ran around multiple times today right side run big hit Jamal Adams is a big one.  Was it a pass last time? Great throw great throw. I needed to stick with that if I wanted to pick it off.  Oh, he didn't dude. He's thinking himself in a he's thinking himself in an mmg classic hole right here Which is trying to go for two and never getting it if I get this touchdown It's 14 to 18 or 15 to 18 if I go for two and get it. Let's see if this guy has closer status Wide open julio jones. We're gonna start it out with 10 yards. I'm gonna try a slip screen I really think I could catch him sleeping with this Oh big time Big time.  Just keep moving here boys. All right double slants against the main coverage Oh Ooh, who is that delvante adam just dusted somebody and I over committed could have had a touchdown if I didn't commit so hard right there Oh right up the middle For the first time the entire game. There's no cubie spy on joe burrow. That's gonna take us into the fourth quarter We got to stick with this boys Dalvin dalvin's got it Dalvin does not got it. That's not what we need here There's alvin. Oh so clutch our fourth down conversions have been lights out I don't know if that's there.   Could kyle pits take his man on a corner out We're gonna roll and be it's wide open rager Let's go Fourth and goal Michael vick on an inside zone for the two-point conversion. How do we feel about that boys? How do we feel? It's 15 to 18. I got three timeouts. We need a stop I don't know how the hell we're gonna get it because we haven't gotten one the entire game But we need a stop. Let's find a way boys. Oh my god a piece back into passing Mine. Oh, no, I thought he was gonna come down and throw that low route That's actually really dumb of him.  This guy doesn't have to try.  I'm fighting so hard and I'm gonna take this out I'm sorry boys. I was really hoping we could go to the Super Bowl for this last one, but I'm just too rusty It's been too long. I'm gonna keep trying to win. I'm not saying I'm giving up But we're gonna have to think of something special for the finale Here what you guys think we should do for the finale Because this will not be the last episode of wheel nut just because I'm losing here does not make this the last episode I have an idea in the back of my mind though And it does sound really cool. Oh, you know, that's pretty telling of how today's game is gone He sent a man early.   What if What if he just quit or accidentally dc'd wait? I lost my connection. No way. I'm still online It's not even let me finish the game. Damn. We indeed took that out. Not that it would have mattered I don't think I was mounting a 10 point comeback in that last seconds, but I didn't even get a chance All right, boys. I do have an idea of what the finale is gonna be I'm so sorry like in my head. I just pictured the way this was gonna go down was I was gonna get to the Super Bowl But it's just not gonna go down now and that sucks But I have an incredible idea for the finale. There will be one more episode It will be the finale of all finales It will be super heat and then you'll have to wait until man 22 comes out and then we'll start dropping wheel I'm out again. But for now, I love you. Thank you for watching as always What an incredible season. I'm sorry. I couldn't get you another Super Bowl But I think we have four Super Bowl rings this season. We went so hard. We played really really well We won significantly more games than we lost I'd say we probably had a 75 to 80% win rate. It's really good for us. Hopefully man 22 is just as good I love you boys. I'll get your finale. I'm sorry. Thank you for watching as always boys. Peace out


Last night we did a live stream Where the title topic of the question from subscribers was if you saw any areas of weakness or any areas of concern for the Ravens heading into the 2020 season and Of course a lot of us shared our displeasures shared our concerns shared our questions And just shared some unknowns heading into the season for the Ravens coming up Some of those things were my kick-returner were possible running past blocking with the Monster yonder retiring And there were some other things that we talked about in that live stream And I appreciate everybody that came out because we had a lot of fun as we always do And I do appreciate y'all coming out on such short notice too like y'all always do That's why I love y'all so much because y'all don't even have to get a heads up But when it's a live stream, it's a live stream and y'all come through like crazy. So I appreciate it But I wanted to make sure we didn't just focus on the negatives We never want to just focus on the negatives We want to talk about the positives too and what some of the Ravens biggest improvements This off-season have been Because last year they they had a very good roster Very good roster, but somebody somebody told me I forgot who they were in my apologies But they said that with the Ravens roster last year, they don't feel like it was ready They don't feel like it was a Super Bowl roster And of course you can debate that amongst yourselves you can go back and forth On that if you like me personally, I feel like they were good enough last year But I feel like the biggest issue for them in the playoffs and what's been the biggest issue for them in the playoffs the past two years Has not been the roster to me, I think it's been more so coaching just forgetting who they are and just just being outright bad when it came to Playoff coaching Because the coaching throughout the regular season for about 90% of the coaching in regular season was fine I mean they did win the majority of their games I mean a lot more than the majority because I mean them going 9 and 7 would be would be them winning the majority But they went 14 and 2 But to display that product in the playoffs It was terrible and of course it wasn't all on coaching, but My opinion majority of it was But regardless We want to talk about how the Ravens actually improved this off-season What makes them better this year than they were previously? Now we first start on offense They their biggest additions on offense have been a DJ fluca And the rest of them really came through the draft the Ravens didn't sign any Offensive free agents besides DJ fluca and he's an offensive lineman They of course lost Marsha Yanda. So there's not an improvement there But the rest of the talent that they added on offense it came via the draft Because they drafted Devon Duvenay. They drafted James crochet So and and they drafted offensive linemen as well So they got a lot of depth there, but and of course JK Dobbins too So that will be one area where they did improve at the running back position and Of course, I mean you could think Ravens improve at the running back position. Well, yeah, they did they did and in their case it was a rich getting richer type of thing because they improved there and They possibly will see what happens. They possibly may have improved at the versatility of the fullback position And of course Patrick Ricard is still Patrick Ricard And he is a beast of what he does but they for now added Bronson Ricksteiner as an undrafted free agent Now we'll see what happens with him. We'll see if he ends up making the roster But if he does then you have that much more versatility at the fullback position So I would think that that would definitely be an improvement and you just you're adding speed too at wide receiver You did add some young depth.  I think that's been one of the biggest things that they improved on was straight up speed Because that is something that the Ravens needed That's something that I've been clamoring for they just need to get faster And they did that at the running back position to a JK Dobbins not to go backwards, but they added that speed with him as well Again offensive line they added DJ Fluker and again, I know a lot of people are worried about his past protection As you should be because it was a concern with the Seahawks, but it's run blocking That's where he excelled at and this is a primarily run team. Obviously, they're gonna be passing too but with DJ Fluker Excuse me with DJ Fluker the thing with him is that worst-case scenario what worst case scenario is that it doesn't work out and He either is a backup or He's released, but he's on a vet minimum deal.  We talked about this way Early in the offseason with Ben Powis Ravens got quite a few options right there for that right guard spot. Um, but say for instance Ben Powis You have him going into his second year and Say for instance you sign a veteran and this is something we talked about if they and we talked about this with them signing With them possibly had signing Kolechio Simile But I was saying if they were to sign Kolechio Simile then the worst-case scenario is that he doesn't beat out Ben Powis And Ben Powis is better than him But this pushes Ben Powis to be even better because you have a veteran who's been there done that played in every single type of game been around But you don't want that veteran to come in and take your spot So that pushes you to be better and then of course another scenario will be that fluke or beats out Ben Powis and and the rest of the team and So it's so win-win in my opinion is so win-win for the Ravens and again We can't expect either one of these dudes to be more shayana. We're not expecting that we're not asking that But they can definitely Be good for the Ravens and they can help make each other better as well So now we flip it to the defense and This is where I think the Ravens improved the most in my opinion The biggest improvement for the Ravens this offseason has been their versatility on defense and Their interior pass rush Because that has been a major issue for the Ravens just past rush period, but certainly on the interior There were some times when you would just watch Ravens games and you would be like what what's going on? Why can't these dudes get any pressure? Why is nothing happening?  They'll get no pressure And they will get no pressure exterior. They will get no pressure on the interior. It would just be rough So what do they do? Kaleas Campbell interior exterior pressure Derek Wolf interior exterior pressure Madda BK or Madda bouquet always forget how to say his name interior exterior pressure Pernil McPhee they brought him back interior exterior pressure. Jihad Ward. They brought him back interior exterior pressure They brought guys that can do multiple things Versatility That's the name of the game with the Ravens versatility. What can you do? How versatile are you? Can you do more than one thing? Another improvement for the Raven has been with the linebackers their depth and quality depth at linebacker They get a Patrick Queen in the first round you get a Malik Harrison and you still have L.J. Fort You got a Tarah locker coming back. You got Chris board coming back. I Think they keep four linebackers. I think the four that they keep Patrick Queen Malik Harrison L.J. Fort a Tarah locker for inside linebackers. Well Malik Harrison He'd be like inside outside So yeah, they'll keep more than four linebackers Guys for the inside against L.J. Fort Patrick Queen a Tarah locker and I mean you could you can have those guys roving You got those guys floating and whatnot. So yeah now For Matt Jude on Because he's remaining with the team for now I expect him to remain with the team because that's 16 million dollars. That's a lot of money to pay one Matt Jude on but that's a lot of money for another team to pay him to So we'll see what happens But I would Matt Jude on a big improvement for him Something that can help him out and really show like okay Jude on what you gonna do now? Because he's in a contract. Yeah What's around him has gotten a lot better He has a lot more help a whole lot more help So that can be a big improvement for him and that can help him step his game up Secondary The secondary can improve with health secondary was great last year They were great last year boy. We were spoiled last year in the second dairy But now it's another case where one of the Raven strongest parts of the team gets even stronger The Sean Elliott coming back and a lot of people forget just how like I'm not saying this guy was All-star all-pro anything like that, but this guy definitely made an impact when he was on the field Rich get richer Tay Vaughn Young Tay Vaughn Young This guy is good at what he does. He's always around the ball always forcing turnovers and he's been doing that since his rookie year Yes, his biggest struggle is not coverage. His biggest struggle is not tackling his biggest struggle is not physicality His biggest struggle is his injury history That's the biggest thing he got going against him and it's like with with Raven's corners Well, some of them at least Jimmy Smith being the other one When that's your biggest knock Obviously from all in Humphrey is him with the deep ball with Marcus Peters is it's been consistent physicality But with Jimmy Smith and Tay Vaughn Young Their biggest knock is nothing to do with their play Their biggest knock is their health biggest not and And and for the the cornerback the secondary situation that the Ravens are in this year that the Ravens are going into this year Again rich get richer Geno stone another one Safety they drafted Apparently this guy got a high football IQ And he can bring it So we'll see what happens with him, but Ravens again rich get richer. They brought back Anthony Levine as well rich got richer They got richer So it seems as if with the Ravens Rasta wise they didn't want to fix what wasn't broken But they just want to wanted to add on to it their strongest positions They added on to them. They weren't like, oh, yeah, we're set here. So we straight. We're not gonna draft We're not gonna sign. No They got richer So that's a beautiful thing Earl Thomas in the second year Earl Thomas has received a lot of criticism For his play because he didn't make all the plays in the world But when you realize that Oh, it's not that he didn't make all the plays in the world.  Maybe not a major jump from Earl Thomas But it's a jump nonetheless from Earl Thomas being in his second year with this team Second year in his defense. Oh, man, it's this should be a beautiful thing It should be a beautiful thing Now special teams, I feel like they can be an improvement there Because you did retain your special team is from last year.  You still have Justice Hill So those are your return guys from last year But you also added Devon Duvenay who can return you also added James crochet who can return So I'm sure that'll be an improvement over what we saw last year So now what I think us as Ravens fans really want the biggest improvement to be Has nothing to do with the roster Well, we as Ravens fans need the biggest improvement to be Has nothing to do with the personnel Well, we as Ravens fans Want and need the biggest improvement for this team to be Is coaching and crunch time Coaching and crunch time will make the world of a difference this year Coaching has failed the Ravens the past two years in the moments where it mattered the most And not to say that all of the blame is on coaching like I said before because the personnel the players They deserve a chunk of the blame too But coaching the way that the past two playoff games were coached They did not put those players in good positions to succeed Based off of well, you saw it. So even though the roster has improved The rich got rich in certain areas Some areas are still a question mark. We'll see But that needs to be the biggest improvement for these Ravens We'll see how it all works out Team keep it clean. I love y'all. I appreciate y'all. I hope y'all having a really great day today Keep it up. We out You