Molodoy pisatel' Dzheffri Tempest, prozyabayushchiy v nishchete i bezvestnosti, prodaet dushu Satane i poluchaet ot Knyazya T'my vse, o chem tol'ko mechtal. . . tochnee, pochti vse.
Teper' svetskoe obshchestvo, ranee im prenebregavshee, lezhit u ego nog. K ego uslugam nesmetnoe sostoyanie, lyubov' prekrasnoy devushki, roskosh' i udovol'stviya.
No mnogo li eto znachit, esli utracheno glavnoe, radi chego Dzheffri zhil, - ego talant? . .