Уловка 22

Snowden

           Yossarianstaredupathimthroughaglassyfilm.Thecloyingscentsofformaldehydeandalcoholsweetenedtheair.

           "Onabattlefield,"heanswered.

           "No,no.Inwhatstatewereyouborn?"

           "Inastateofinnocence."

           "No,no,youdon’tunderstand."

           "Letmehandlehim,"urgedahatchet-facedmanwithsunkenacrimoniouseyesandathin,malevolentmouth."Areyouasmartaleckorsomething?"heaskedYossarian.

           "He’sdelirious,"oneofthedoctorssaid."Whydon’tyouletustakehimbackinsideandtreathim?"

           "Leavehimrighthereifhe’sdelirious.Hemightsaysomethingincriminating."

           "Buthe’sstillbleedingprofusely.Can’tyousee?Hemightevendie."

           "Goodforhim!"

           "Itwouldservethefinkybastardright,"saidthefat,gruffcolonel."Allright,John,let’sspeakout.Wewanttogettothetruth."

           "EveryonecallsmeYo-Yo."

           "Wewantyoutoco-operatewithus,Yo-Yo.We’reyourfriendsandwewantyoutotrustus.We’reheretohelpyou.We’renotgoingtohurtyou."

           "Let’sjabourthumbsdowninsidehiswoundandgougeit,"suggestedthehatchet-facedman.

           Yossarianlethiseyesfallclosedandhopedtheywouldthinkhewasunconscious.

           "He’sfainted,"heheardadoctorsay."Can’twetreathimnowbeforeit’stoolate?Hereallymightdie.

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