JOHN FOWLES

The Collector - fragments
 

The next day it was the same. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't speak. I'd been waiting for her to wear some of the clothes I'd bought, but she kept on wearing the white blouse and the green tartan tunic. I began to get really worried, I didn't know how long people could go without food, she seemed pale and weak to me. She spent all the time sitting against the wall on her bed, her back turned, looking so miserable I didn't know what to do.

 

Oana Cusai

John Fowles
 

A doua zi, aceeasi poveste. Refuza sa manance, sa vorbeasca. Eram nerabdator sa o vad in hainele cumparate de mine dar se incapatana sa poarte doar bluza alba si tunica verde din tartan. Nu stiam cat de mult poate sa reziste un om fara mancare si incepusem sa imi fac griji pentru ca o vedeam palida si slabita. Isi petrecea toata ziua in pat, cu fata la perete, atat de nefericita, incat nu stiam ce sa fac.