Зеленая миля

Chapter 3

           Whenhewasbackedupagainsthisbunkithithiminthecalves,that’showtallhewashesatdownonit.Hepattedthemattressbesidehim,hiseyesneveronceleavingmine.Isatdowntherenexttohim,andheputhisarmaroundmyshoulders,asifwewereatthemoviesandIwashisgirl.

           "Whatdoyouwant,JohnCoffey?"Iasked,stilllookingintohiseyesthosesad,sereneeyes.

           "Justtohelp,"hesaid.Hesighedlikeamanwillwhenhe’sfacedwithajobhedoesn’tmuchwanttodo,andthenheputhishanddowninmycrotch,onthatshelfofboneafootorsobelowthenavel.

           "Hey!"Icried."Getyourgoddamhand"

           Ajoltslammedthroughmethen,abigpainlesswhackofsomething.Itmademejerkonthecotandbowmyback,mademethinkofOldTootshoutingthathewasfrying,hewasfrying,hewasadonetomturkey.Therewasnoheat,nofeelingofelectricity,butforamomentthecolorseemedtojumpoutofeverything,asiftheworldhadbeensomehowsqueezedandmadetosweat.IcouldseeeveryporeonjohnCoffey’sface,Icouldseeeverybloodshotsnapinhishauntedeyes,Icouldseeatinyhealingscrapeonhischin.Iwasawarethatmyfingerswerehookeddownintoclawsonthinair,andthatmyfeetweredrummingonthefloorofCoffey’scell.

           Thenitwasover.Sowasmyurinaryinfection.Boththeheatandthemiserablethrobbingpainweregonefrommycrotch,andthefeverwaslikewisegonefrommyhead.

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