Голод
Part I
InmypainIcried:"Lord,myGodandFather!"andrepeatedthiscrymanytimesatastretch,withoutaddingonewordmore.
Thewindsoughedthroughthetrees;astormwasbrewing.Isatawhilelonger,andgazedatmypaper,lostinthought,thenfoldeditupandputitslowlyintomypocket.Itgotchilly;andInolongerownedawaistcoat.Ibuttonedmycoatrightuptomythroatandthrustmyhandsinmypockets;thereuponIroseandwenton.
IfIhadonlysucceededthistime,justthisonce.Twicemylandladyhadaskedmewithhereyesforpayment,andIwasobligedtohangmyheadandslinkpastherwithashamefacedair.Icouldnotdoitagain:theverynexttimeImetthoseeyesIwouldgivewarningandaccountformyselfhonestly.Well,anyway,thingscouldnotlastlongatthisrate.
OncomingtotheexitoftheparkIsawtheoldchapIhadputtoflight.Themysteriousnewpaperparcellayopenedontheseatnexthim,filledwithdifferentsortsofvictuals,ofwhichheateashesat.Iimmediatelywantedtogooverandaskpardonformyconduct,butthesightoffoodrepelledme.Thedecrepitfingerslookedliketenclawsastheyclutchedloathsomelyatthegreasybreadandbutter;Ifeltqualmish,andpassedbywithoutaddressinghim.Hedidnotrecognizeme;hiseyesstaredatme,dryashorn,andhisfacedidnotmoveamuscle.
AndsoIwentonmyway.
