Голод
Part I
Istanddumbwithterrorbeforethisarmedman,anddrawinvoluntarilyback.Isaynothing,onlyglidefartherandfartherawayfromhim.TosaveappearancesIdrawmyhandovermyforehead,asifIhadforgottensomethingorother,andslinkaway.WhenIreachedthepavementIfeltasmuchsavedasifIhadjustescapedagreatperil,andIhurriedaway.
Coldandfamished,moreandmoremiserableinspirit,IflewupCarlJohann.Ibegantoswearoutaloud,troublingmyselfnotawhitastowhetheranyoneheardmeornot.ArrivedatParliamentHouse,justnearthefirsttrees,Isuddenly,bysomeassociationofideas,bethoughtmyselfofayoungartistIknew,astriplingIhadoncesavedfromanassaultintheTivoli,anduponwhomIhadcalledlateron.Isnapmyfingersgleefully,andwendmywaytoTordenskjioldsStreet,findthedoor,onwhichisfastenedacardwithC.ZachariasBartelonit,andknock.
Hecameouthimself,andsmeltsofearfullyofaleandtobaccothatitwashorrible.
"Good-evening!"Isay.
"Good-evening!isthatyou?Now,whythedeucedoyoucomesolate?Itdoesn’tlookatallitsbestbylamplight.Ihaveaddedahayricktoitsince,andhavemadeafewotheralterations.Youmustseeitbydaylight;thereisnouseourtryingtoseeitnow!"
"Letmehavealookatitnow,allthesame,"saidI;though,forthatmatter,Ididnotintheleastrememberwhatpicturehewastalkingabout.
