Голод
Part II
Mymadnesswasadeliriumofweaknessandprostration,butIwasnotoutofmysenses.AllatoncethethoughtdartedthroughmybrainthatIwasinsane.Seizedwithterror,Ispringoutofbedagain,Istaggertothedoor,whichItrytoopen,flingmyselfagainstitacoupleoftimestoburstit,strikemyheadagainstthewall,bewailloudly,bitemyfingers,cryandcurse....
Allwasquiet;onlymyownvoiceechoedfromthewalls.Ihadfallentothefloor,incapableofstumblingaboutthecellanylonger.
LyingthereIcatchaglimpse,highup,straightbeforemyeyes,ofagreyishsquareinthewall,asuggestionofwhite,apresage—itmustbeofdaylight.Ifeltitmustbedaylight,feltitthrougheveryporeinmybody.Oh,didInotdrawabreathofdelightedrelief!Iflungmyselfflatonthefloorandcriedforveryjoyoverthisblessedglimpseoflight,sobbedforverygratitude,blewakisstothewindow,andconductedmyselflikeamaniac.AndatthismomentIwasperfectlyconsciousofwhatIwasdoing.Allmydejectionhadvanished;alldespairandpainhadceased,andIhadatthismoment,atleastasfarasmythoughtreached,notawishunfilled.Isatuponthefloor,foldedmyhands,andwaitedpatientlyforthedawn.
Whatanightthishadbeen!
Thattheyhadnotheardanynoise!Ithoughtwithastonishment.ButthenIwasinthereservedsection,highabovealltheprisoners.AhomelessCabinetMinister,ifImightsayso.
