Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

           “Idon’tunderstandwhatitisyouwant.Ireallydon’tunderstandwhatyou’redrivingat.Icanonlypresumethatitwouldcertainlydonoharmtothisinfantifheweretospendagoodwhileyetlyingatyourbreast.”“Nonetohim,”thewetnursesnarledback,“butplentytome.I’velosttenpoundsandbeeneatinglikeIwasthreewomen.Andforwhat?Forthreefrancsaweek!”“Ah,Iunderstand,”saidTerrier,almostrelieved.“Icatchyourdrift.Onceagain,it’samatterofmoney.”“No!”saidthewetnurse.“Ofcourseitis!It’salwaysamatterofmoney.Whenthere’saknockatthisgate,it’samatterofmoney.JustonceI’dliketoopenitandfindsomeonestandingthereforwhomitwasamatterofsomethingelse.Someone,forinstance,withsomelittleshowofthoughtfulness.Fruit,perhaps,orafewnuts.Afterall,inautumntherearelotsofthingssomeonecouldcomebywith.Flowersmaybe.Orifonlysomeonewouldsimplycomeandsayafriendlyword.‘Godblessyou,FatherTerrier,Iwishyouagoodday!’ButI’llprobablyneverlivetoseeithappen.Ifitisn’tabeggar,it’samerchant,andifitisn’tamerchant,it’satradesman,andifitisn’talmshewants,thenhepresentsmewithabill.Ican’tevengooutintothestreetanymore.WhenIgooutonthestreet,Ican’ttakethreestepsbeforeI’mhedgedinbyfolkswantingmoney!”“Notme,”saidthewetnurse.“ButI’lltellyouthis:youaren’ttheonlywetnurseintheparish.