Голод
Part III
Idonotreflect;donotthinkaboutanythingatall—Iamsimplystruckofaheapbyallthiswealthwhichislyingglitteringbeforemyeyes—andIgatherupthemoneymechanically.
Istandoutsidethecounter,stupidwithamazement,dumb,paralyzed.Itakeastridetowardsthedoor,andstopagain.Iturnmyeyesuponacertainspotinthewall,wherealittlebellissuspendedtoaleathercollar,andunderneaththisabundleofstring,andIstandandstareatthesethings.
Theshop-boyisstruckbytheideathatIwanttohaveachatasItakemytimesoleisurely,andsays,ashetidiesalotofwrapping-papersstrewnoverthecounter:
"Itlooksasifweweregoingtohavewintersnow!"
"Humph!Yes,"Ireply;"itlooksasifweweregoingtohavewinterinearnestnow;itlookslikeit,"andawhileafter,Iadd:"Ah,well,itisnonetoosoon."
Icouldhearmyselfspeak,buteachwordIutteredstruckmyearasifitwerecomingfromanotherperson.Ispokeabsolutelyunwittingly,involuntarily,withoutbeingconsciousofmyself.
"Oh,doyouthinkso?"saystheboy.
Ithrustthehandwiththemoneyintomypocket,turnedthedoor-handle,andleft.IcouldhearthatIsaidgood-night,andthattheshop-boyrepliedtome.
Ihadgoneafewpacesawayfromtheshopwhentheshop-doorwastornopen,andtheboycalledafterme.
