Голод
Part III
AfterIhadstoodandcollectedmywitsforamomentandwonderedthereat,Iwentthroughthedoorforthesecondtime,rightintothe"Entertainmentandlodgingsfortravellers."HereIaskedforshelterandwasimmediatelysuppliedwithabed.
Tuesday.
Sunshineandquiet—astrangelybrightday.Thesnowhaddisappeared.Therewaslifeandjoy,andgladfaces,smiles,andlaughtereverywhere.Thefountainsthrewupspraysofwaterinjets,golden-tintedfromthesun-light,azurefromthesky....
AtnoonIleftmylodgingsinTomtegaden,whereIstilllivedandfoundfairlycomfortable,andsetoutfortown.Iwasinthemerriesthumour,andlaziedaboutthewholeafternoonthroughthemostfrequentedstreetsandlookedatthepeople.Evenbeforeseveno’clockItookaturnupSt.Olav’sPlaceandtookafurtivelookupatthewindowofNo.2.InanhourIwouldseeher.Iwentaboutthewholetimeinastateoftremulous,deliciousdread.Whatwouldhappen?WhatshouldIsaywhenshecamedownthestairs?Good-evening?oronlysmile?Iconcludedtoletitrestwiththesmile.OfcourseIwouldbowprofoundlytoher.
Istoleaway,alittleashamedtobetheresoearly,wanderedupCarlJohannforawhile,andkeptmyeyesonUniversityStreet.WhentheclocksstruckeightIwalkedoncemoretowardsSt.Olav’sPlace.OnthewayitstruckmethatperhapsImightarriveafewminutestoolate,andIquickenedmypaceasmuchasIcould.Myfootwasverysore,otherwisenothingailedme.
