Голод
Part III
"Willyouhaveanythingtodrink?"sheasks,bendingdownalittletowardsme.Ilookedather.Shespokeverylow,almostshyly,anddroppedhereyes."Imeanaglassofale,orwhateveryoulikebest...fromme...without...thatis,ifyouwill...."
"No;manythanks,"Ianswer."Notnow;Ishallcomebackanothertime."
Shedrewback,andsatdownatthedesk.Icouldonlyseeherhead.Whatasingularcreature!
Whenfinished,Imadeatonceforthedoor.Ifeltnauseaalready.Thewaitressgotup.Iwasafraidtogonearthelight—afraidtoshowmyselftooplainlytotheyounggirl,whoneverforamomentsuspectedthedepthofmymisery;soIwishedherahastygood-night,bowedtoher,andleft.
Thefoodcommencedtotakeeffect.Isufferedmuchfromit,andcouldnotkeepitdownforanylengthoftime.IhadtoemptymymouthalittleateverydarkcornerIcameto.Istruggledtomasterthisnauseawhichthreatenedtohollowmeoutanew,clenchedmyhands,andtriedtofightitdown;stampedonthepavement,andgulpeddownfuriouslywhateversoughttocomeup.Allinvain.Isprangatlastintoadoorway,doubledup,headforemost,blindedwiththewaterwhichgushedfrommyeyes,andvomitedoncemore.Iwasseizedwithbitterness,andweptasIwentalongthestreet....Icursedthecruelpowers,whoevertheymightbe,thatpersecutedmeso,consignedthemtohell’sdamnationandeternaltormentsfortheirpettypersecution.
