Зеленая миля

Chapter 8

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           Shelaybackagainstherpillows,proppedupbutnotquitesittingup,lookingathim.Hesatbesideher,lookingback,andthelightfromthelampcircledthemliketheywereactorsonastagethehulkingblackmanintheprisonoverallandthesmalldyingwhitewoman.ShestaredintoJohn’seyeswithshiningfascination.

           "Ma’am?"

           "Yes,JohnCoffey?"Thewordsbarelybreathed,barelyslippingtousonthebad-smelling,air.Ifeltthemusclesbunchingonmyarmsandlegsandback.Somewhere,faraway,Icouldfeelthewardenclutchingmyarm,andtothesideofmyvisionIcouldseeHarryandBrutalwiththeirarmsaroundeachother,likelittlekidslostinthenight.Somethingwasgoingtohappen.Somethingbig.Weeachfeltitinourownway.

           JohnCoffeybentclosertoher.Thespringsofthebedcreaked,thebedclothesrustled,andthecoldlysmilingmoonlookedinthroughanupperpaneofthebedroomwindow.Coffey’sbloodshoteyessearchedherupturnedhaggardface.

           "Iseeit,"hesaid.SpeakingnottoherIdon’tthinkso,anywaybuttohimself."Iseeit,andIcanhelp.Holdstill...holdrightstill..."

           Closerhebent,andcloserstill.Foramomenthishugefacestoppedlessthantwoinchesfromhers.Heraisedonehandofftotheside,fingerssplayed,asiftellingsomethingtowait...justwait...andthenheloweredhisfaceagain.Hisbroad,smoothlipspressedagainsthersandforcedthemopen.

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