Уловка 22

Luciana

           

           "Whatareyouwakingmeupfor?"hewhimpered.

           ItwasMichaela,theskinnymaidwiththemerrydispositionandhomelysallowface,andshewaswakinghimupbecausehehadavisitorwaitingjustoutsidethedoor.Luciana!Hecouldhardlybelieveit.AndshewasaloneintheroomwithhimafterMichaelahaddeparted,lovely,haleandstatuesque,steamingandripplingwithanirrepressibleaffectionatevitalityevenassheremainedinoneplaceandfrownedathimirately.Shestoodlikeayouthfulfemalecolossuswithhermagnificentcolumnarlegsapartonhighwhiteshoeswithwedgedheels,wearingaprettygreendressandswingingalarge,flatwhiteleatherpocketbook,withwhichshecrackedhimhardacrossthefacewhenheleapedoutofbedtograbher.Yossarianstaggeredbackwardoutofrangeinadaze,clutchinghisstingingcheekwithbewilderment.

           "Pig!"Shespatoutathimviciously,hernostrilsflaringinalookofsavagedisdain."Vivecom"unanimale!"Withafierce,guttural,scornful,disgustedoath,shestrodeacrosstheroomandthrewopenthethreetallcasementwindows,lettinginsideaneffulgentfloodofsunlightandcrispfreshairthatwashedthroughthestuffyroomlikeaninvigoratingtonic.Sheplacedherpocketbookonachairandbegantidyingtheroom,pickinghisthingsupfromthefloorandoffthetopsofthefurniture,throwinghissocks,handkerchiefandunderwearintoanemptydrawerofthedresserandhanginghisshirtandtrousersupinthecloset.

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