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Chapter 4
"Oh,no,youwouldn’tremember.Youwasalwaystoobusypullin’littlegirls’pigtailswhenIgiveyoutheHolySperit.Youwasallwroppedupinyankin’thatpigtailoutbytheroots.Youmaybedon’trecollect,butIdo.ThetwoofyoucometoJesusatonce’causeofthepigtailyankin’.Baptizedbothofyouintheirrigationditchatonce.Fightin’an’yellin’likeacoupleofcats."
Joadlookedathimwithdroopedeyes,andthenhelaughed."Why,you’rethepreacher.You’rethepreacher.Ijus’passedarecollectionaboutyoutoaguynotanhourago."
"Iwasapreacher,"saidthemanseriously."ReverendJimCasywasaBurningBusher.UsedtohowloutthenameofJesustoglory.Andusedtogetanirrigationditchsosquirmin’fullofrepentedsinnershalfof’emliketodrowned.Butnotnomore,"hesighed."JusJimCasynow.Ain’tgotthecallnomore.Gotalotofsinfulidears—buttheyseemkindasensible."
Joadsaid,"You’reboundtogetidearsifyougothinkin’aboutstuff.SureIrememberyou.Youusetagiveagoodmeetin’.Irecollectonetimeyougiveawholesermonwalkin’aroundonyourhands,yellin’yourheadoff.Mafavoredyoumorethananybody.An’Granmasaysyouwasjustlousywiththespirit."Joaddugathisrolledcoatandfoundthepocketandbroughtouthispint.Theturtlemovedalegbuthewrappedituptightly.Heunscrewedthecapandheldoutthebottle."Havealittlesnort?"
Casytookthebottleandregardeditbroodingly."Iain’tpreachin’nomoremuch.
