О мышах и людях

           «Comeon.Le’sgetdinner.Idon’tknowwhetherhegotabrownandwhiteone.»

           Lenniedidn’tmovefromhisbunk.«Youaskhimrightaway,George,sohewon’tkillnomoreof‘em.»

           «Sure.Comeonnow,getuponyourfeet.»

           Lennierolledoffhisbunkandstoodup,andthetwoofthemstartedforthedoor.Justastheyreachedit,Curleybouncedin.

           «Youseenagirlaroundhere?»hedemandedangrily.

           Georgesaidcoldly.«’Bouthalfanhouragomaybe.»

           «Wellwhatthehellwasshedoin’?»

           Georgestoodstill,watchingtheangrylittleman.Hesaidinsultingly,«Shesaid—shewaslookin’foryou.»

           CurleyseemedreallytoseeGeorgeforthefirsttime.HiseyesflashedoverGeorge,tookinhisheight,measuredhisreach,lookedathistrimmiddle.«Well,whichway’dshego?»hedemandedatlast.

           «Idunno,"saidGeorge.«Ididn’watchhergo.»

           Curleyscowledathim,andturning,hurriedoutthedoor.

           Georgesaid,«Yaknow,Lennie,I’mscaredI’mgonnatanglewiththatbastardmyself.Ihatehisguts.JesusChrist!Comeon.Theywon’tbeadamnthinglefttoeat.»

           Theywentoutthedoor.Thesunshinelayinathinlineunderthewindow.Fromadistancetherecouldbeheardarattleofdishes.