Зеленая миля

Chapter 7

           Iwatchedtheseforward-marchinglightsthewayamanstandingagainstacementwallandsmokinghislastcigarettemightwatchthelockstepapproachofthefiringsquad.YetIdidnotentirelyacknowledgetomyselfeventhenthatitwastoolateuntiltheunevenchopoftheFarmall’senginefadedintosilence,andthedoorscreaked,andthegravelcrunchedasHarryandBrutalgotout.

           Johnwasup,pullingmewithhim.Inthedimlight,hisfacelookedlivelyandeager.Whynot?Irememberthinking.Whyshouldn’thelookeager?He’safool.

           BrutalandHarrywerestandingshouldertoshoulderatthefootofthetruck,likekidsinathunderstorm,andIsawthatbothofthemlookedasscared,confused,anduneasyasIfelt.Thatmademefeelevenworse.

           Johngotdown.Forhimitwasmoreofastepthanajump.Ifollowed,stiff-leggedandmiserable.Iwouldhavesprawledonthecoldgravelifhehadn’tcaughtmebythearm.

           "Thisisamistake,"Brutalsaidinahissylittlevoice.Hiseyeswereverywideandveryfrightened."ChristAlmighty,Paul,whatwerewethinking?"

           "Toolatenow,"Isaid.IpushedoneofCoffey’ships,andhewentobedientlyenoughtostandbesideHarry.ThenIgrabbedBrutal’selbowlikethiswasadatewewereonandgotthetwoofuswalkingtowardthestoopwherethatlightwasnowburning."Letmedothetalking.Understand?"

           "Yeah,"Brutalsaid."Rightnowthat’sjustabouttheonlythingIdounderstand.

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