Зеленая миля

Chapter 1

           Thatmademethinkofareporterwho’dcoveredJohnCoffey’strial.ThereporterwasaterriblemannamedHammersmith,andthemostterriblethingabouthimwasthathehadn’tknownhewasterrible.

           Insteadoflettinggo,Dolansqueezedmywristagain.Igroaned.Ididn’twantto,butIcouldn’thelpit.Ithurtallthewaydowntomyankles.

           "Whatdoyoudodownthere,Paulie?Tellme."

           "Nothing!"Isaid.Iwasn’tcrying,notyet,butIwasafraidI’dstartsoonifhekeptbearingdownlikethat."Nothing,Ijustwalk,Iliketowalk,letgoofme!"

           Hedid,butonlylongenoughsohecouldgrabmyotherhand.Thatonewasrolledclosed."Openup,"hesaid."LetPoppasee."

           Idid,andhegruntedwithdisgust.Itwasnothingbuttheremainsofmysecondpieceoftoast.I’dclencheditinmyrighthandwhenhestartedsqueezingmyleftwrist,andtherewasbutterwell,oleo,theydon’thaverealbutterhere,ofcourseonmyfingers.

           "Gooninsideandwashyourdamnedhands,"hesaid,steppingbackandtakinganotherbiteofhisDanish."JesusChrist."

           Iwentupthesteps.Mylegswereshaking,myheartpoundinglikeanenginewithleakyvalvesandshakyoldpistons.AsIgraspedtheknobthatwouldletmeintothekitchenandsafetyDolansaid:"IfyoutellanyoneIsqueezedyourpo"oldwrist,Paulie,I’lltellthemyou’rehavingdelusions.Onsetofseniledementia,likely.Andyouknowthey’llbelieveme.

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