О мышах и людях

           Heworeaworkgloveonhislefthand,and,liketheboss,heworehigh-heeledboots.«Seenmyoldman?»heasked.

           Theswampersaid,«Hewasherejus’aminuteago,Curley.Wentovertothecookhouse,Ithink.»

           «I’lltrytocatchhim,"saidCurley.Hiseyespassedoverthenewmenandhestopped.HeglancedcoldlyatGeorgeandthenatLennie.Hisarmsgraduallybentattheelbowsandhishandsclosedintofists.Hestiffenedandwentintoaslightcrouch.Hisglancewasatoncecalculatingandpugnacious.Lenniesquirmedunderthelookandshiftedhisfeetnervously.Curleysteppedgingerlyclosetohim.«Youthenewguystheoldmanwaswaitin’for?»

           «Wejustcomein,"saidGeorge.

           «Letthebigguytalk.»

           Lennietwistedwithembarrassment.

           Georgesaid,«S’posehedon’twanttotalk?»

           Curleylashedhisbodyaround.«ByChrist,he’sgottatalkwhenhe’sspoketo.Whatthehellareyougettin’intoitfor?»

           «Wetraveltogether,"saidGeorgecoldly.

           «Oh,soit’sthatway.»

           Georgewastense,andmotionless.«Yeah,it’sthatway.»

           LenniewaslookinghelplesslytoGeorgeforinstruction.

           «An’youwon’tletthebigguytalk,isthatit?»