Голод
Part II
"Oh,ofcourse,"Imutteredtomyself,"whyshouldn’tIlosemykeys?HereIam,livinginayardwherethereisastableunderneathandatinker’sworkshopupabove.Thedoorislockedatnight,andnoone,noonecanopenit;therefore,whyshouldInotlosemykeys?
"Iamaswetasadog—alittlehungry—ah,justeversuchalittlehungry,andslightly,ay,absurdlytiredaboutmyknees;therefore,whyshouldInotlosethem?
"Why,forthatmatter,hadnotthewholehouseflittedouttoAkerbythetimeIcamehomeandwishedtoenterit?"...andIlaughedtomyself,hardenedbyhungerandexhaustion.
Icouldhearthehorsesstampinthestables,andIcouldseemywindowabove,butIcouldnotopenthedoor,andIcouldnotgetin.
Ithadbeguntorainagain,andIfeltthewatersoakthroughtomyshoulders.AttheTownHallIwasseizedbyabrightidea.Iwouldaskthepolicemantoopenthedoor.Iappliedatoncetoaconstable,andearnestlybeggedhimtoaccompanymeandletmein,ifhecould.
Yes,ifhecould,yes!Buthecouldn’t;hehadnokey.Thepolicekeyswerenotthere;theywerekeptintheDetectiveDepartment.
WhatwasItodothen?
Well,Icouldgotoanhotelandgetabed!
ButIreallycouldn’tgotoanhotelandgetabed;Ihadnotmoney,Ihadbeenout—inacafé...heknew....
WestoodawhileontheTownHallsteps.
