Голод
Part II
IhadhalffeltthatIwasgoingthewrongroad,andIexpresslyofferedmyglassesfirst,andIrejoicedgreatlythatIhadnothadtheopportunityofcarryingintoeffectthisfaultwhichwouldhavesulliedthelasthoursIhadtolive.
Iwanderedoutintothecityagain.IletmyselfsinkupononeoftheseatsbyOurSaviour’sChurch;dozedwithmyheadonmybreast,apatheticaftermylastexcitement,sickandfamishedwithhunger.Andtimewentby.
Ishouldhavetositoutthishour,too.Itwasalittlelighteroutsidethaninthehouse,anditseemedtomethatmychestdidnotpainquitesobadlyoutintheopenair.Ishouldgethome,too,soonenough—andIdozed,andthought,andsufferedfearfully.
Ihadfoundalittlepebble;IwipeditcleanonmycoatsleeveandputitintomymouthsothatImighthavesomethingtomumble.OtherwiseIdidnotstir,anddidn’tevenwinkaneyelid.Peoplecameandwent;thenoiseofcars,thetrampofhoofs,andchatteroftonguesfilledtheair.Imighttrywiththebuttons.Ofcoursetherewouldbenouseintrying;andbesides,Iwasnowinaratherbadway;butwhenIcametoconsiderthematterclosely,Iwouldbeobliged,asitwere,topassinthedirectionofmy"Uncle’s"asIwenthome.AtlastIgotup,draggingmyselfslowlytomyfeet,andreeleddownthestreets.Itbegantoburnovermyeyebrows—feverwassettingin,andIhurriedasfastasIcould.OncemoreIpassedthebaker’sshopwherethelittleloaflay.
