Зеленая миля

Chapter 11

           Helooked,Deantoldusinhisraspybarkofahalf-chokedvoice,likeanyoneofathousandbackcountrystampederswhohadwoundtheirwaythroughColdMountainduringouryearsthere.Boilthatlookdownandwhatyougotwasadullardwithameansteak.Sometimesyoualsodiscoveredayellowstreakinthem,oncetheirbacksweretothewall,butmoreoftentherewasnothingtherebutfightandmeanandthenmorefightandmoremean.TherearepeoplewhoseenobilityinfolkslikeBillyWharton,butIamnotoneofthem.Aratwillfight,too,ifitiscornered.Thisman’sfaceseemedtohavenomorepersonalitythanhisacne-studdedbackside,Deantoldus.Hisjawwasslack,hiseyesdistant,hisshouldersslumped,hishandsdangling.Helookedshotupwithmorphine,allright,everybitascoo-cooasanydopefiendanyofthemhadeverseen.

           Atthis,Percygaveanotherofhissullennods.

           "Putthison,"Harrysaid,indicatingtheuniformonthefootofthebedithadbeentakenoutofthebrownpaperitwaswrappedin,butotherwisenottoucheditwasstillfoldedjustasithadbeenintheprisonlaundry,withapairofwhitecottonboxershortspokingoutofoneshirtsleeveandapairofwhitesockspokingoutoftheother.

           Whartonseemedwillingenoughtocomply,butwasn’tabletogetveryfarwithouthelp.Hemanagedtheboxers,butwhenitcametothepants,hekepttryingtoputbothlegsintothesamehole.

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