Голод
Part III
AllatonceIrememberYlajali.TothinkthatIcouldhaveforgottenhertheentireeveningthrough!Andlightforcesitswayeversofaintlyintomyspiritagain—alittlerayofsunshinethatmakesmesoblessedlywarm;andgraduallymoresuncomes,arare,silken,balmylightthatcaressesmewithsoothingloveliness.Andthesungrowsstrongerandstronger,burnssharplyinmytemples,seethesfiercelyandglowinglyinmyemaciatedbrain.Andatlast,amaddeningpyreofraysflamesupbeforemyeyes;aheavenandearthinconflagrationmenandbeastsoffire,mountainsoffire,devilsoffire,anabyss,awilderness,ahurricane,auniverseinbrazenignition,asmoking,smoulderingdayofdoom!
AndIsawandheardnomore....
Iwokeinasweatthenextmorning,moistallover,mywholebodybathedindampness.Thefeverhadlaidviolenthandsonme.AtfirstIhadnoclearideaofwhathadhappenedtome;Ilookedaboutmeinamazement,feltacompletetransformationofmybeing,absolutelyfailedtorecognizemyselfagain.Ifeltalongmyownarmsanddownmylegs,wasstruckwithastonishmentthatthewindowwaswhereitwas,andnotintheoppositewall;andIcouldhearthetrampofthehorses’feetintheyardbelowasifitcamefromaboveme.Ifeltrathersick,too—qualmish.
Myhairclungwetandcoldaboutmyforehead.Iraisedmyselfonmyelbowandlookedatthepillow;damphairlayonit,too,inpatches.
