Уловка 22

Milo

           

           "Comeonouthere,"Yossarianinvitedhim."You’llbemuchsafer,andyoucanseeeverything."Grippingtheboughabovewithbothhands,Milobeganinchinghiswayoutonthelimbsidewayswithutmostcareandapprehension.Hisfacewasrigidwithtension,andhesighedwithreliefwhenhefoundhimselfseatedsecurelybesideYossarian.Hestrokedthetreeaffectionately."Thisisaprettygoodtree,"heobservedadmiringlywithproprietarygratitude.

           "It’sthetreeoflife,"Yossariananswered,wagglinghistoes,"andofknowledgeofgoodandevil,too."Milosquintedcloselyatthebarkandbranches."Noitisn’t,"hereplied."It’sachestnuttree.Ioughttoknow.Isellchestnuts."

           "Haveityourway."Theysatinthetreewithouttalkingforseveralseconds,theirlegsdanglingandtheirhandsalmoststraightupontheboughabove,theonecompletelynudebutforapairofcrepe-soledsandals,theothercompletelydressedinacoarseolive-drabwoolenuniformwithhistieknottedtight.MilostudiedYossariandiffidentlythroughthecornerofhiseye,hesitatingtactfully.

           "Iwanttoaskyousomething,"hesaidatlast."Youdon’thaveanyclotheson.Idon’twanttobuttinoranything,butIjustwanttoknow.Whyaren’tyouwearingyouruniform?"

           "Idon’twantto."Milonoddedrapidlylikeasparrowpecking."Isee,Isee,"hestatedquicklywithalookofvividconfusion."Iunderstandperfectly.

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