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I
went
to
the
window
and
gazed
out
;
it
looked
out
into
Vognmandsgade
.
Some
children
were
playing
down
on
the
pavement
;
poorly
dressed
children
in
the
middle
of
a
poor
street
.
They
tossed
an
empty
bottle
between
them
and
screamed
shrilly
.
A
load
of
furniture
rolled
slowly
by
;
it
must
belong
to
some
dislodged
family
,
forced
to
change
residence
between
"
flitting
time
.
"
6
This
struck
me
at
once
.
Bed-clothes
and
furniture
were
heaped
on
the
float
,
moth-eaten
beds
and
chests
of
drawers
,
red-painted
chairs
with
three
legs
,
mats
,
old
iron
,
and
tin-ware
.
A
little
girl
--
a
mere
child
,
a
downright
ugly
youngster
,
with
a
running
cold
in
her
nose
--
sat
up
on
top
of
the
load
,
and
held
fast
with
her
poor
little
blue
hands
in
order
not
to
tumble
off
.
She
sat
on
a
heap
of
frightfully
stained
mattresses
,
that
children
must
have
lain
on
,
and
looked
down
at
the
urchins
who
were
tossing
the
empty
bottle
to
one
another
...
.
I
stood
gazing
at
all
this
;
I
had
no
difficulty
in
apprehending
everything
that
passed
before
me
.
Whilst
I
stood
there
at
the
window
and
observed
this
,
I
could
hear
my
landlady
's
servant
singing
in
the
kitchen
right
alongside
of
my
room
.
I
knew
the
air
she
was
singing
,
and
I
listened
to
hear
if
she
would
sing
false
,
and
I
said
to
myself
that
an
idiot
could
not
have
done
all
this
.
I
was
,
God
be
praised
,
all
right
in
my
senses
as
any
man
.
Suddenly
,
I
saw
two
of
the
children
down
in
the
street
fire
up
and
begin
to
abuse
one
another
.
Two
little
boys
;
I
recognized
one
of
them
;
he
was
my
landlady
's
son
.
I
open
the
window
to
hear
what
they
are
saying
to
one
another
,
and
immediately
a
flock
of
children
crowded
together
under
my
window
,
and
looked
wistfully
up
.
What
did
they
expect
?
That
something
would
be
thrown
down
?
Withered
flowers
,
bones
,
cigar
ends
,
or
one
thing
or
another
,
that
they
could
amuse
themselves
with
?
They
looked
up
with
their
frost-pinched
faces
and
unspeakably
wistful
eyes
.
In
the
meantime
,
the
two
small
foes
continued
to
revile
one
another
.
Words
like
great
buzzing
noxious
insects
swarm
out
of
their
childish
mouths
;
frightful
nicknames
,
thieves
'
slang
,
sailors
'
oaths
,
that
they
perhaps
had
learnt
down
on
the
wharf
;
and
they
are
both
so
engaged
that
they
do
not
notice
my
landlady
,
who
rushes
out
to
see
what
is
going
on
.
"
Yes
,
"
explains
her
son
,
"
he
catched
me
by
the
throat
;
I
could
n't
breaths
for
ever
so
long
,
"
and
turning
upon
the
little
man
who
is
the
cause
of
the
quarrel
,
and
who
is
standing
grinning
maliciously
at
him
,
he
gets
perfectly
furious
,
and
yells
,
"
Go
to
hell
,
Chaldean
ass
that
you
are
!
To
think
such
vermin
as
you
should
catch
folk
by
the
throat
.
I
will
,
may
the
Lord
...
.
"
And
the
mother
,
this
pregnant
woman
,
who
dominates
the
whole
street
with
her
size
,
answers
the
ten-year-old
child
,
as
she
seizes
him
by
the
arm
and
tries
to
drag
him
in
:
"
Sh
--
sh
.
Hold
your
jaw
!
I
just
like
to
hear
the
way
you
swear
,
too
,
as
if
you
had
been
in
a
brothel
for
years
.
Now
,
in
with
you
.
"
