like me money, but it's barely enough to eat. I
just about make ends meet by begging, selling The Big Issue*... whatever I can really. I hate asking for money from people. Some take pity on me and toss me a few coins or buy me a sandwich or a hot drink. But most just rush past me and avoid looking me in the eye. They just want to get back to their posh houses in the suburbs, you know. Basically, you lose your identity, your dignity, everything, on the streets. It's so boring not having a job, having nothing to do during the day, until one of the soup kitchens opens in the evening. It destroys your soul.
barely ['beəlɪ]- просто
make ends meet – сводить концы с концами
big issue –газеты, журналы
take pity - сжалиться
toss [tɔs]-бросать, кидать
rush past - проноситься мимо
posh houses- шикарные дома
в пригороде
basically ['beɪsɪk(ə)lɪ]- по существу,
в основном
identity [aɪ'dentətɪ]- идентичность
dignity ['dɪgnətɪ]- достоинство
soup kitchens-
благотворительная кухня
soul [səul]- душа; сердце