О мышах и людях

           «Youneverhadnone,youcrazybastard. Igotbothof‘emhere. ThinkI’dletyoucarryyourownworkcard?» 

           Lenniegrinnedwithrelief. «I...IthoughtIputitinmysidepocket. »Hishandwentintothepocketagain. 

           Georgelookedsharplyathim. «What’dyoutakeoutathatpocket?» 

           «Ain’tathinginmypocket,"Lenniesaidcleverly. 

           «Iknowthereain’t. Yougotitinyourhand. Whatyougotinyourhand—hidin’it?» 

           «Iain’tgotnothin’,George.Honest.» 

           «Comeon,giveithere.» 

           LennieheldhisclosedhandawayfromGeorge’sdirection. «It’son’yamouse,George.» 

           «Amouse? Alivemouse?» 

           «Uh-uh. Jus’adeadmouse,George. Ididn’tkillit. Honest! Ifoundit. Ifounditdead.» 

           «Giveithere!»saidGeorge. 

           «Aw,leavemehaveit,George.» 

           «Giveithere!» 

           Lennie’sclosedhandslowlyobeyed. Georgetookthemouseandthrewitacrossthepooltotheotherside,amongthebrush. «Whatyouwantofadeadmouse,anyways?»