О мышах и людях

           Sheworeacottonhousedressandredmules,ontheinstepsofwhichwerelittlebouquetsofredostrichfeathers.«I’mlookin’forCurley,"shesaid.Hervoicehadanasal,brittlequality.

           Georgelookedawayfromherandthenback.«Hewasinhereaminuteago,buthewent.»

           «Oh!»Sheputherhandsbehindherbackandleanedagainstthedoorframesothatherbodywasthrownforward.«You’rethenewfellasthatjustcome,ain’tya?»

           «Yeah.»

           Lennie’seyesmoveddownoverherbody,andthoughshedidnotseemtobelookingatLennieshebridledalittle.Shelookedatherfingernails.«SometimesCurley’sinhere,"sheexplained.

           Georgesaidbrusquely.«Wellheain’tnow.»

           «Ifheain’t,IguessIbetterlooksomeplaceelse,"shesaidplayfully.

           Lenniewatchedher,fascinated.Georgesaid,«IfIseehim,I’llpassthewordyouwaslookingforhim.»

           Shesmiledarchlyandtwitchedherbody.«Nobodycan’tblameapersonforlookin’,"shesaid.Therewerefootstepsbehindher,goingby.Sheturnedherhead.«Hi,Slim,"shesaid.

           Slim’svoicecamethroughthedoor.«Hi,Good-lookin’.»

           «I’mtryin’tofindCurley,Slim.»

           «Well,youain’ttryin’veryhard.Iseenhimgoin’inyourhouse.»