Зеленая миля

Chapter 7

           Icouldn’tseeitsmouth,either,butIcouldseethedarklittledropsthatwereitseyes,andtheydidn’tlookcrazyorrabidtome.Theylookedinterestedandintelligent.I’veputmentodeathmenwithsupposedlyimmortalsoulsthatlookeddumberthanthatmouse.

           ItscurrieduptheGreenMiletoaspotthatwaslessthanthreefeetfromthedutydesk...whichwasn’tsomethingfancy,likeyoumightbeimagining,butonlythesortofdesktheteachersusedtositbehindupatthedistricthighschool.Andthereitdidstop,curlingitstailarounditspawsasprimasanoldladysettlingherskirts.

           Istoppedlaughingallatonce,suddenlyfeelingcoldthroughmyfleshallthewaytothebones.IwanttosayIdon’tknowwhyIfeltthatwaynoonelikestocomeoutwithsomethingthat’sgoingtomakethemlookorsoundridiculousbutofcourseIdo,andifIcantellthetruthabouttherest,IguessIcantellthetruthaboutthis.ForamomentIimaginedmyselftobethatmouse,notaguardatallbutjustanotherconvictedcriminalthereontheGreenMile,convictedandcondemnedbutstillmanagingtolookbravelyupatadeskthatmusthaveseemedmileshightoit(asthejudgmentseatofGodwillnodoubtsomedayseemtous),andattheheavy-voiced,blue-coatedgiantswhosatbehindit.GiantsthatshotitskindwithBBguns,orswattedthemwithbrooms,orsettrapsonthem,trapsthatbroketheirbackswhiletheycreptcautiouslyoverthewordVICTORtonibbleatthecheeseonthelittlecopperplate.

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