Уловка 22

The Cellar

           "Where?Why?Whoareyou,anyway?"

           "You’dbettercomealongwithus,Father,"alean,hawk-facedmajoronthechaplain’sothersideintonedwithreverentialsorrow."We’refromthegovernment.Wewanttoaskyousomequestions."

           "Whatkindofquestions?What’sthematter?"

           "Aren’tyouChaplainShipman?"demandedtheobesecolonel.

           "He’stheone,"SergeantWhitcombanswered.

           "Goonalongwiththem,"CaptainBlackcalledouttothechaplainwithahostileandcontemptuoussneer."Goonintothecarifyouknowwhat’sgoodforyou."Handsweredrawingthechaplainawayirresistibly.HewantedtoshoutforhelptoYossarian,whoseemedtoofarawaytohear.Someofthemennearbywerebeginningtolookathimwithawakeningcuriosity.Thechaplainbenthisfaceawaywithburningshameandallowedhimselftobeledintotherearofastaffcarandseatedbetweenthefatcolonelwiththelarge,pinkfaceandtheskinny,unctuous,despondentmajor.Heautomaticallyheldawristouttoeach,wonderingforamomentiftheywantedtohandcuffhim.Anotherofficerwasalreadyinthefrontseat.AtallM.P.withawhistleandawhitehelmetgotinbehindthewheel.Thechaplaindidnotdareraisehiseyesuntiltheclosedcarhadlurchedfromtheareaandthespeedingwheelswerewhiningonthebumpyblacktoproad.

           "Whereareyoutakingme?"heaskedinavoicesoftwithtimidityandguilt,hisgazestillaverted.

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