О мышах и людях

           «Allright,youguys,"hesaid.«Thenigger’sgotashotgun.Youtakeit,Carlson.Whenyousee‘um,don’tgive‘imnochance.Shootforhisguts.That’lldouble‘imover.»

           Whitsaidexcitedly,«Iain’tgotagun.»

           Curleysaid,«YougoinSoledadan’getacop.GetAlWilts,he’sdeputysheriff.Le’sgonow.»HeturnedsuspiciouslyonGeorge.«You’recomin’withus,fella.»

           «Yeah,"saidGeorge.«I’llcome.Butlisten,Curley.Thepoorbastard’snuts.Don’tshoot‘im.Hedi’n’tknowwhathewasdoin’.»

           «Don’tshoot‘im?»Curleycried.«HegotCarlson’sLuger.‘Coursewe’llshoot‘im.»

           Georgesaidweakly,«MaybeCarlsonlosthisgun.»

           «Iseenitthismorning,"saidCarlson.«No,it’sbeentook.»

           SlimstoodlookingdownatCurley’swife.Hesaid,«Curley—maybeyoubetterstayherewithyourwife.»

           Curley’sfacereddened.«I’mgoin’,"hesaid.«I’mgonnashootthegutsoutathatbigbastardmyself,evenifIonlygotonehand.I’mgonnaget‘im.»

           SlimturnedtoCandy.«Youstayherewithherthen,Candy.Therestofusbettergetgoin’.»

           Theymovedaway.GeorgestoppedamomentbesideCandyandtheybothlookeddownatthedeadgirluntilCurleycalled,«YouGeorge!Youstickwithussowedon’tthinkyouhadnothin’todowiththis.»