Голод
Part III
ItwasquitecertainthatifIhadbeggedhimforapieceofbreadoutofhiscarthewouldhavegivenittome.Hewouldcertainlyhavegivenittomegladly.Godblesshiminreturn,whereverheis!...
Iwasterriblyhungry,andIdidnotknowwhattodowithmyselfandmyshamelessappetite.Iwrithedfromsidetosideontheseat,andbowedmychestrightdowntomyknees;Iwasalmostdistracted.WhenitgotdarkIjoggedalongtotheTownHall—GodknowshowIgotthere—andsatontheedgeofthebalustrade.Itoreapocketoutofmycoatandtooktochewingit;notwithanydefinedobject,butwithdourmienandunseeingeyes,staringstraightintospace.Icouldhearagroupoflittlechildrenplayingaroundnearme,andperceive,inaninstinctivesortofway,somepedestrianspassmeby;otherwiseIobservednothing.
Allatonce,itentersmyheadtogotooneofthemeatbazaarsunderneathme,andbegapieceofrawmeat.Igostraightalongthebalustradetotheothersideofthebazaarbuildings,anddescendthesteps.WhenIhadnearlyreachedthestallsonthelowerfloor,Icalledupthearchwayleadingtothestairs,andmadeathreateningbackwardgesture,asifIweretalkingtoadogupthere,andboldlyaddressedthefirstbutcherImet.
"Ah,willyoubekindenoughtogivemeaboneformydog?"Isaid;"onlyabone.Thereneedn’tbeanythingonit;it’sjusttogivehimsomethingtocarryinhismouth.
