Уловка 22

Colonel Cathcart

           You’llletmeknowifyoucanthinkofanythingforgettingournamesintoTheSaturdayEveningPost,won’tyou?"

           "Yes,sir,Iwill."Thechaplainbracedhimselfwithaprodigiouseffortofthewillandplungedaheadbrazenly."I’mparticularlyconcernedabouttheconditionofoneofthebombardiers,sir.Yossarian."Thecolonelglancedupquicklywithastartofvaguerecognition."Who?"heaskedinalarm.

           "Yossarian,sir."

           "Yossarian?"

           "Yes,sir.Yossarian.He’sinaverybadway,sir.I’mafraidhewon’tbeabletosuffermuchlongerwithoutdoingsomethingdesperate."

           "Isthatafact,Chaplain?"

           "Yes,sir.I’mafraiditis."Thecolonelthoughtaboutitinheavysilenceforafewmoments."TellhimtotrustinGod,"headvisedfinally.

           "Thankyou,sir,"saidthechaplain."Iwill.’

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