Голод
Part I
"Absolutelyimpossible,"hereplied;"thewholethingwilllookyellow;and,besides,there’sanotherthing"—andhecametowardsme,whispering:"Ihavealittlegirlinsidethisevening,soit’sclearlyimpracticable."
"Oh,inthatcase,ofcoursethere’snoquestionaboutit."
Idrewback,saidgood-night,andwentaway.
Sotherewasnowayoutofitbuttoseeksomeplaceoutinthewoods.Ifonlythefieldswerenotsodamp.Ipattedmyblanket,andfeltmoreandmoreathomeatthethoughtofsleepingout.IhadworriedmyselfsolongtryingtofindashelterintownthatIwasweariedandboredwiththewholeaffair.Itwouldbeapositivepleasuretogettorest,toresignmyself;soIloafdownthestreetwithoutthoughtinmyhead.AtaplaceinHaegdehaugenIhaltedoutsideaprovisionshopwheresomefoodwasdisplayedinthewindow.AcatlaythereandsleptbesidearoundFrenchroll.Therewasabasinoflardandseveralbasinsofmealinthebackground.Istoodawhileandgazedattheseeatables;butasIhadnomoneywherewithtobuy,Iturnedquicklyawayandcontinuedmytramp.Iwentveryslowly,passedbyMajorstuen,wenton,alwayson—itseemedtomeforhours,—andcameatlengthatBogstad’swood.
Iturnedofftheroadhere,andsatdowntorest.ThenIbegantolookaboutforaplacetosuitme,togathertogetherheatherandjuniperleaves,andmakeupabedonalittledeclivitywhereitwasabitdry.
