Голод
Part II
Ihavetwolettersforhim."
"Hehasgonehome,"repliesthewoman;"buthewillreturnaftertheholidays.Icouldtakethelettersifyoulike!"
"Yes,thanks!thatwasallright,"saidI."Hecouldgetthemthenwhenhecameback;theymightcontainmattersofimportance.Good-morning."
WhenIgotoutside,Icametoastandstillandsaidloudlyintheopenstreet,asIclenchedmyhands:"Iwilltellyouonething,mygoodLordGod,youareabungler!"andInodfuriously,withsetteeth,uptotheclouds;"Iwillbehangedifyouarenotabungler."
ThenItookafewstrides,andstoppedagain.Suddenly,changingmyattitude,Ifoldmyhands,holdmyheadtooneside,andask,withanunctuous,sanctimonioustoneofvoice:"Hastthouappealedalsotohim,mychild?"Itdidnotsoundright!
WithalargeH,Isay,withanHasbigasacathedral!onceagain,"HastthouinvokedHim,mychild?"andIinclinemyhead,andImakemyvoicewhine,andanswer,No!
Thatdidn’tsoundrighteither.
Youcan’tplaythehypocrite,youidiot!Yes,youshouldsay,IhaveinvokedGodmyFather!andyoumustsetyourwordstothemostpiteoustuneyouhaveeverheardinyourlife.So—o!Onceagain!Come,thatwasbetter!Butyoumustsighlikeahorsedownwiththecolic.So—o!that’sright.
