-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Кнут Гамсун
-
- Голод
-
- Стр. 89/143
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
No
,
"
I
replied
.
But
when
we
were
standing
at
the
door
all
my
misery
confronted
me
clearly
.
How
was
one
to
keep
up
one
's
courage
when
one
was
so
broken
down
?
Here
I
stood
before
a
young
lady
,
dirty
,
ragged
,
torn
,
disfigured
by
hunger
,
unwashed
,
and
only
half-clad
;
it
was
enough
to
make
one
sink
into
the
earth
.
I
shrank
into
myself
,
bent
my
head
involuntarily
,
and
said
:
"
May
I
not
meet
you
any
more
then
?
"
I
had
no
hope
of
being
permitted
to
see
her
again
.
I
almost
wished
for
a
sharp
No
,
that
would
pull
me
together
a
bit
and
render
me
callous
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
whispered
softly
,
almost
inaudibly
.
"
When
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
A
pause
...
.
"
Wo
n't
you
be
so
kind
as
to
lift
your
veil
,
only
just
for
a
minute
,
"
I
asked
.
"
So
that
I
can
see
whom
I
have
been
talking
to
.
Just
for
one
moment
,
for
indeed
I
must
see
whom
I
have
been
talking
to
.
"
