Уловка 22

Snowden

           "

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

           "I’mcold.I’mcold."

           "There,there.There,there."

           "It’sstartingtohurtme,"Snowdencriedoutsuddenlywithaplaintive,urgentwince.

           Yossarianscrambledfranticallythroughthefirst-aidkitinsearchofmorphineagainandfoundonlyMilo’snoteandabottleofaspirin.HecursedMiloandheldtwoaspirintabletsouttoSnowden.Hehadnowatertooffer.Snowdenrejectedtheaspirinwithanalmostimperceptibleshakeofhishead.Hisfacewaspaleandpasty.YossarianremovedSnowden’sflakhelmetandloweredhisheadtothefloor.

           "I’mcold,"Snowdenmoanedwithhalf-closedeyes."I’mcold."Theedgesofhismouthwereturningblue.Yossarianwaspetrified.HewonderedwhethertopulltheripcordofSnowden’sparachuteandcoverhimwiththenylonfolds.Itwasverywarmintheplane.Glancingupunexpectedly,Snowdengavehimawan,co-operativesmileandshiftedthepositionofhishipsabitsothatYossariancouldbeginsaltingthewoundwithsulfanilamide.Yossarianworkedwithrenewedconfidenceandoptimism.Theplanebouncedhardinsideanairpocket,andherememberedwithastartthathehadlefthisownparachuteupfrontinthenose.Therewasnothingtobedoneaboutthat.

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