Голод
Part I
"Haven’tgotit,"heexclaimed."GodknowsifIhave!"andheturnedhispurseinsideoutrightbeforemyeyes."Iwasoutlastnightandgottotallyclearedout!Youmustbelieveme,Iliterallyhaven’tgotit."
"No,no,mydearfellow;Isupposeitisso,"Ianswered,andItookhiswordforit.Therewas,indeed,noreasonwhyheshouldlieaboutsuchatriflingmatter.Itstruckme,too,thathisblueeyesweremoistwhilstheransackedhispocketsandfoundnothing.Idrewback."Excuseme,"Isaid;"itwasonlyjustthatIwasabithardup."Iwasalreadyapiecedownthestreet,whenhecalledaftermeaboutthelittlepacket."Keepit!keepit,"Ianswered;"youarewelcometoit.Thereareonlyafewtriflesinit—abagatelle;aboutallIownintheworld,"andIbecamesotouchedatmyownwords,theysoundedsopatheticinthetwilight,thatIfella-weeping....
Thewindfreshened,thecloudschasedmadlyacrosstheheavens,anditgrewcoolerandcoolerasitgotdarker.Iwalked,andcriedasIwalked,downthewholestreet;feltmoreandmorecommiserationwithmyself,andrepeated,timeaftertime,afewwords,anejaculation,whichcalledforthfreshtearswhenevertheywereonthepointofceasing:"LordGod,Ifeelsowretched!LordGod,Ifeelsowretched!"
Anhourpassed;passedwithsuchstrangeslowness,suchweariness.
