Голод
Part III
Itellyou,Iwould,ifIcould,breatheitintoeveryhumansoul,everyflower,everyleaf,everydewdropinthegarden!Itellyou,Iwouldscoffyouonthedayofdoom,andcursetheteethoutofmymouthforthesakeofyourDeity’sboundlessmiserableness!ItellyoufromthishourIrenounceallthyworksandallthypomps!Iwillexecratemythoughtifitdwellonyouagain,andtearoutmylipsiftheyeverutteryourname!Itellyou,ifyouexist,mylastwordinlifeorindeath—Ibidyoufarewell,foralltimeandeternity—Ibidyoufarewellwithheartandreins.Ibidyouthelastirrevocablefarewell,andIamsilent,andturnmybackonyouandgomyway....Quiet.
Itremblewithexcitementandexhaustion,andstandonthesamespot,stillwhisperingoathsandabusiveepithets,hiccoughingaftertheviolentcryingfit,brokendownandapatheticaftermyfrenziedoutburstofrage.Istandthereformaybeanhour,hiccoughandwhisper,andholdontothedoor.ThenIhearvoices—aconversationbetweentwomenwhoarecomingdownthepassage.Islinkawayfromthedoor,dragmyselfalongthewallsofthehouses,andcomeoutagainintothelightstreets.AsIjogalongYoung’sHillmybrainbeginstoworkinamostpeculiardirection.
