Уловка 22

Milo

           IheardApplebyandCaptainBlacksayyouhadgonecrazy,andIjustwantedtofindout."Hehesitatedpolitelyagain,weighinghisnextquestion."Aren’tyouevergoingtoputyouruniformonagain?"

           "Idon’tthinkso."Milonoddedwithspuriousvimtoindicatehestillunderstoodandthensatsilent,ruminatinggravelywithtroubledmisgiving.Ascarlet-crestedbirdshotbybelow,brushingsuredarkwingsagainstaquiveringbush.YossarianandMilowerecoveredintheirbowerbytissue-thintiersofslopinggreenandlargelysurroundedbyothergraychestnuttreesandasilverspruce.Thesunwashighoverheadinavastsapphire-blueskybeadedwithlow,isolated,puffycloudsofdryandimmaculatewhite.Therewasnobreeze,andtheleavesaboutthemhungmotionless.Theshadewasfeathery.EverythingwasatpeacebutMilo,whostraightenedsuddenlywithamuffledcryandbeganpointingexcitedly.

           "Lookatthat!"heexclaimedinalarm."Lookatthat!That’safuneralgoingondownthere.Thatlookslikethecemetery.Isn’tit?"Yossarianansweredhimslowlyinalevelvoice."They’reburyingthatkidwhogotkilledinmyplaneoverAvignontheotherday.Snowden."

           "Whathappenedtohim?"Miloaskedinavoicedeadenedwithawe.

           "Hegotkilled."

           "That’sterrible,"Milogrieved,andhislargebrowneyesfilledwithtears."Thatpoorkid.Itreallyisterrible."Hebithistremblingliphard,andhisvoicerosewithemotionwhenhecontinued.

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