Уловка 22

Snowden

           Noarterywasspurting,butYossarianpretendedtoabsorbhimselfentirelyintothefashioningofatourniquet,becauseapplyingatourniquetwassomethinghedidknowhowtodo.Heworkedwithsimulatedskillandcomposure,feelingSnowden’slack-lustergazerestinguponhim.Herecoveredpossessionofhimselfbeforethetourniquetwasfinishedandlooseneditimmediatelytolessenthedangerofgangrene.Hismindwasclearnow,andheknewhowtoproceed.Herummagedthroughthefirst-aidkitforscissors.

           "I’mcold,"Snowdensaidsoftly."I’mcold."

           "You’regoingtobeallright,kid,"Yossarianreassuredhimwithagrin."You’regoingtobeallright."

           "I’mcold,"Snowdensaidagaininafrail,childlikevoice."I’mcold."

           "There,there,"Yossariansaid,becausehedidnotknowwhatelsetosay."There,there."

           "I’mcold,"Snowdenwhimpered."I’mcold."

           "There,there.There,there."Yossarianwasfrightenedandmovedmoreswiftly.HefoundapairofscissorsatlastandbegancuttingcarefullythroughSnowden’scoverallshighupabovethewound,justbelowthegroin.Hecutthroughtheheavygabardineclothallthewayaroundthethighinastraightline.ThetinytailgunnerwokeupwhileYossarianwascuttingwiththescissors,sawhim,andfaintedagain.SnowdenrolledhisheadtotheothersideofhisneckinordertostareatYossarianmoredirectly.Adim,sunkenlightglowedinhisweakandlistlesseyes.

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