Уловка 22

The Eternal City

           shouted,doublingoverwithraucouslaughterathisjest,andspedawayinhisjeep.

           Yossarianrecalledthathehadnoleavepapersandmovedprudentlypastthestrangegrouptowardthesoundofmuffledvoicesemanatingfromadistanceinsidethemurkydarknessahead.Thebroad,rain-blotchedboulevardwasilluminatedeveryhalf-blockbyshort,curlinglamppostswitheerie,shimmeringglaressurroundedbysmokybrownmist.Fromawindowoverheadheheardanunhappyfemalevoicepleading,"Pleasedon’t.Pleasedon’t."Adespondentyoungwomaninablackraincoatwithmuchblackhaironherfacepassedwithhereyeslowered.AttheMinistryofPublicAffairsonthenextblock,adrunkenladywasbackedupagainstoneoftheflutedCorinthiancolumnsbyadrunkenyoungsoldier,whilethreedrunkencomradesinarmssatwatchingnearbyonthestepswithwinebottlesstandingbetweentheirlegs."Pleeshedon’t,"beggedthedrunkenlady."Iwanttogohomenow.Pleeshedon’t."OneofthesittingmencursedpugnaciouslyandhurledawinebottleatYossarianwhenheturnedtolookup.Thebottleshatteredharmlesslyfarawaywithabriefandmutednoise.Yossariancontinuedwalkingawayatthesamelistless,unhurriedpace,handsburiedinhispockets."Comeon,baby,"heheardthedrunkensoldierurgedeterminedly."It’smyturnnow."

           "Pleeshedon’t,"beggedthedrunkenlady."Pleeshedon’t.

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