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136 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1954
People engaged in computing the estate of a dead man who, only a couple of days ago, was as alive as they are now, have a peculiar look. They represent victorious life, which goes its own way and has its own necessities. But, victors of a pretty poor sort, their only merit consists in their having outlived the dead. They remind one of looters, but looters who are sure to go scot free and who know that the rightful owner can never return and catch them. Not that they are quite that, of course, but somehow they give you that feeling.
Here were offenders both great and small, from the lad who had lifted a bunch of grapes or a fig from a counter, to swindlers and burglars; the innocent were here, and the falsely accused, the weak-witted and the betrayed, or people brought here by mistake from Istanbul and from all over the Empire鈥�
There were men with many murders to their account and others with records of prison escapes who were therefore already in irons here, even before their trial and conviction. They clanked their chains provocatively, with furious curses on all iron and on the man who first thought of fetters.
丕匕丕 兀乇丿鬲 丕賳 鬲毓乇賮 賲丕賴賷丞 丿賵賱丞 賲丕 貙 賵賰賷賮賷丞 賯賷丕丿鬲賴丕 貙 賵賰賷賮 賴賵 賲爻鬲賯亘賱賴丕 貙 丨丕賵賱 丕賳 鬲乇賶 賵鬲毓乇賮 賰賲 賷賵噩丿 賮賶 爻噩賵賳 鬲賱賰 丕賱丿賵賱丞 賲賳 丕賱乇噩丕賱 丕賱卮乇賮丕亍 賵丕賱丕亘乇賷丕亍 貙 賵賰賲 賷賵噩丿 賲賳 賲噩乇賲賷賴丕 賵丕卮乇丕乇賴丕 丕賱匕賷賳 賷賳毓賲賵賳 亘丕賱丨乇賷丞 . 爻賷賰賵賳 賴匕丕 丕賮囟賱 丿賱賷賱 賱賰
"脡 uma verdadeira cidade de presos e guardas (...)
Por aqui passam e aqui encalham todos aqueles que, dia ap贸s dia, ficam presos e encarcerados nesta extensa e populosa metr贸pole, por terem culpa ou por serem suspeitos de a ter.
(...) aqui se junta uma colorida multid茫o e o p谩tio, sempre cheio, esvazia-se e enche-se, sem cessar.
H谩 pequenos e grandes delinquentes (...) h谩 inocentes e falsamente acusados, dementes e perdidos, infelizes trazidos para aqui por engano, da cidade e de todos os cantos do pa铆s. A grande maioria dos presos vem de Constantinopla, uma verdadeira sele莽茫o dos piores do piorio que rastejam pelas docas e ruas da cidade imperial ou se escondem nas tocas da periferia."
(P谩ginas 11-12)
Ako ho膰e拧 da zna拧 kakva je neka dr啪ava i njena uprava, i kakva im je budu膰nost, gledaj samo da sazna拧 koliko u toj zemlji ima 膷estitih i nevinih ljudi po zatvorima, a koliko zlikovaca i prestupnika na slobodi. To 膰e ti najbolje kazati.
I tu je kraj. Nema vi拧e ni膷eg. Samo grob me膽u nevidljivim fratarskim grobovima, izgubljen poput pahuljice u visokom snegu 拧to se 拧iri kao okean i sve pretvara u hladnu pustinju bez imena i znaka. Nema vi拧e ni pri膷e ni pri膷anja.