Голод
Part III
Withoutrenderingmyselfanyaccountofit,Iturnroundandgostraightuptothelady,lookherintheface,andbow.
"Good-evening."
"Good-evening,"sheanswers.
Excuseme,wasshelookingforanything?Ihadnoticedherbefore;couldIbeofassistancetoherinanyway?beggedpardon,by-the-way,soearnestlyforinquiring.
Yes;shedidn’tquiteknow....
Noonelivedinsidethatdoorbesidesthreeorfourhorsesandmyself;itwas,forthatmatter,onlyastableandatinker’sworkshop....Shewascertainlyonawrongtrackifshewasseekinganyonethere.
Atthissheturnsherheadaway,andsays:"Iamnotseekingforanybody.Iamonlystandinghere;itwasreallyonlyawhim.I"...shestops.
Indeed,really,sheonlystoodthere,juststoodthere,eveningafterevening,justforawhim’ssake!
Thatwasalittleodd.Istoodandponderedoverit,anditperplexedmemoreandmore.Imadeupmymindtobedaring;Ijingledmymoneyinmypocket,andaskedher,withoutfurtherado,tocomeandhaveaglassofwinesomeplaceoranother...inconsiderationthatwinterhadcome,ha,ha!...itneedn’ttakeverylong...butperhapsshewouldscarcely....
Ah,no,thanks;shecouldn’twelldothat.No!shecouldn’tdothat;butwouldIbesokindastoaccompanyheralittleway?She...
