О мышах и людях

           Thebrushseemedfilledwithcriesandwiththesoundofrunningfeet.Slim’svoiceshouted.«George.Whereyouat,George?»

           ButGeorgesatstifflyonthebankandlookedathisrighthandthathadthrownthegunaway.Thegroupburstintotheclearing,andCurleywasahead.HesawLennielyingonthesand.«Gothim,byGod.»HewentoverandlookeddownatLennie,andthenhelookedbackatGeorge.«Rightinthebackofthehead,"hesaidsoftly.

           SlimcamedirectlytoGeorgeandsatdownbesidehim,satveryclosetohim.«Neveryoumind,"saidSlim.«Aguygottosometimes.»

           ButCarlsonwasstandingoverGeorge.«How’dyoudoit?»heasked.

           «Ijustdoneit,"Georgesaidtiredly.

           «Didhehavemygun?»

           «Yeah.Hehadyourgun.»

           «An’yougotitawayfromhimandyoutookitan’youkilledhim?»

           «Yeah.Tha’show.»George’svoicewasalmostawhisper.Helookedsteadilyathisrighthandthathadheldthegun.

           SlimtwitchedGeorge’selbow.«Comeon,George.Mean’you’llgoinan’getadrink.»

           Georgelethimselfbehelpedtohisfeet.«Yeah,adrink.»

           Slimsaid,«Youhadda,George.Iswearyouhadda.Comeonwithme.»HeledGeorgeintotheentranceofthetrailanduptowardthehighway.