Зеленая миля

Chapter 8

           Thosenameshadbeenwashedaway,themenwhohadwrittenthemhadalsobeenwashedaway,inamannerofspeaking,butIguessyoucanneverwashanythingcompletelyaway,notfromthisdarkglassofaworld,andnowIsawthemagain,atangleofnamesoverlyingoneanother,andlookingatthemwaslikelisteningtothedeadspeakandsingandcryoutformercy.Ifeltmyeyeballspulsingintheirsockets,heardmyownheart,feltthewindywhooshofmybloodrushingthroughalltheboulevardsofmybodylikelettersbeingmailedtoeverywhere.

           Iheardatrain-whistleinthedistancethethree-fiftytoPriceford,Iimagine,butIcouldn’tbesure,becauseI’dneverhearditbefore.NotfromColdMountain,Ihadn’t,becausetheclosestitcametothestatepenwastenmileseast.Icouldn’thavehearditfromthepen,soyouwouldhavesaidandso,untilNovemberof"32,Iwouldhavebelieved,butIhearditthatday.

           Somewherealightbulbshattered,loudasabomb.

           "Whatdidyoudotome?"Iwhispered."OhJohn,whatdidyoudo?"

           "I’msorry,boss,"hesaidinhiscalmway."Iwasn’tthinkin.Ain’tmuch,Ireckon.Youfeellikeregularsoon."

           Igotupandwenttothecelldoor.Itfeltlikewalkinginadream.WhenIgotthere,hesaid:"Youwonderwhytheydidn’tscream.That’stheonlythingyoustillwonderabout,ain’tit?Whythosetwolittlegirlsdidn’tscreamwhiletheywerestillthereontheporch."

           Iturnedandlookedathim.

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