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 in front of me. When did it all pass? Only god knows. As though wind had come to blow away the feathers I've been picking up. . . Feathers are now gone. The memory of it is gone as well, the grief is gone; my heart is so plain and so worn it refuses to sigh. It is tired. . . The sleep one has when the desired dreams are approached as soon as one loses it is sweet, is it not? I want to leave and dream. Let's shake hands!

Lojzka. You are taking a farewell as though you were to never come back. ..

Jerman. One never knows when their sleep will be the final one. . . Answer when you hear my greetings!

Lojzka. Tonight I'll have the lights turned on; I'll await your address!

Jerman. Go. . . May god and glad be with you!

Kalander knocks on the door and enters the room.

Kalander. Do not blame me, Sir, but in the daytime, one would stare at a person.

Jerman. What is it that you mean to tell me?

Kalander. Two things. I picked up the one who wounded you. . . How should they pay for their sins?

Jerman. Hvastja was right as he brought me sausages. Here, deliver them some ham and croissants; make sure they're calmed after they missed so badly.

Kalander. That's the first point. Furthermore: I think we should organize a gathering on the Holidays.

Jerman. What?