Уловка 22

Snowden

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           "Poorbastard,"Yossariansaid,andbegantocry,hidinghistearsinthecrookofhisshoulder.Thechaplainleftwithoutsayinggoodbye.Yossarianatesomethingandwenttosleep.Ahandshookhimawakeinthemiddleofthenight.Heopenedhiseyesandsawathin,meanmaninapatient’sbathrobeandpajamaswholookedathimwithanastysmirkandjeered.

           "We’vegotyourpal,buddy.We’vegotyourpal."Yossarianwasunnerved."Whatthehellareyoutalkingabout?"hepleadedinincipientpanic.

           "You’llfindout,buddy.You’llfindout."Yossarianlungedforhistormentor’sthroatwithonehand,butthemanglidedoutofreacheffortlesslyandvanishedintothecorridorwithamaliciouslaugh.Yossarianlaytheretremblingwithapoundingpulse.Hewasbathedinicysweat.Hewonderedwhohispalwas.Itwasdarkinthehospitalandperfectlyquiet.Hehadnowatchtotellhimthetime.Hewaswide-awake,andheknewhewasaprisonerinoneofthosesleepless,bedriddennightsthatwouldtakeaneternitytodissolveintodawn.Athrobbingchilloozeduphislegs.Hewascold,andhethoughtofSnowden,whohadneverbeenhispalbutwasavaguelyfamiliarkidwhowasbadlywoundedandfreezingtodeathinthepuddleofharshyellowsunlightsplashingintohisfacethroughthesidegunportwhenYossariancrawledintotherearsectionoftheplaneoverthebombbayafterDobbshadbeseechedhimontheintercomtohelpthegunner,pleasehelpthegunner.

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