Голод
Part III
Shestretchedherselfup,flungherarmsroundmyneckandkissedmerightonthemouth—onlyonce,swiftly,bewilderinglyswiftly,rightonthemouth.Icouldfeelhowherbosomheaved;shewasbreathingviolently.Shewrenchedherselfsuddenlyoutofmyclasp,calledagood-night,breathlessly,whispering,andturnedandranupthestairswithoutawordmore....
Thehalldoorshut.
Itsnowedstillmorethenextday,aheavysnowmingledwithrain;greatwetflakesthatfelltoearthandwereturnedtomud.Theairwasrawandicy.Iwokesomewhatlate,withmyheadinastrangestateofconfusion,myheartintoxicatedfromtheforegoneeveningbytheagitationofthatdelightfulmeeting.Inmyrapture(IhadlainawhileawakeandfanciedYlajaliatmyside)Ispreadoutmyarmsandembracedmyselfandkissedtheair.AtlengthIdraggedmyselfoutofbedandprocuredafreshcupofmilk,andstraightontopofthataplateofbeef.Iwasnolongerhungry,butmynerveswereinahighly-strungcondition.
Iwentofftotheclothes-shopinthebazaar.ItoccurredtomethatImightpickupasecond-handwaistcoatcheaply,somethingtoputonundermycoat;itdidn’tmatterwhat.
Iwentupthestepstothebazaarandtookholdofoneandbegantoexamineit.
WhileIwasthusengagedanacquaintancecameby;henoddedandcalleduptome.Iletthewaistcoathangandwentdowntohim.Hewasadesigner,andwasonthewaytohisoffice.
