Мартін Іден

Chapter 15

           Hesawtheringofboys,howlinglikebarbariansashewentdownatlast,writhinginthethroesofnausea,thebloodstreamingfromhisnoseandthetearsfromhisbruisedeyes. 

           "Poorlittleshaver,"hemurmured. "Andyou’rejustasbadlylickednow. You’rebeatentoapulp. You’redownandout." 

           Butthevisionofthatfirstfightstilllingeredunderhiseyelids,andashewatchedhesawitdissolveandreshapeintotheseriesoffightswhichhadfollowed. SixmonthslaterCheese-Face(thatwastheboy)hadwhippedhimagain. ButhehadblackedCheese-Face’seyethattime. Thatwasgoingsome. Hesawthemall,fightafterfight,himselfalwayswhippedandCheese-Faceexultingoverhim. Buthehadneverrunaway. Hefeltstrengthenedbythememoryofthat. Hehadalwaysstayedandtakenhismedicine. Cheese-Facehadbeenalittlefiendatfighting,andhadneveronceshownmercytohim. Buthehadstayed! Hehadstayedwithit! 

           Next,hesawanarrowalley,betweenramshackleframebuildings. Theendofthealleywasblockedbyaone-storybrickbuilding,outofwhichissuedtherhythmicthunderofthepresses,runningoffthefirsteditionoftheEnquirer. Hewaseleven,andCheese-Facewasthirteen,andtheybothcarriedtheEnquirer. Thatwaswhytheywerethere,waitingfortheirpapers. 

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