Уловка 22

Snowden

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           "You’regoingtobeallright,kid,"Yossarianassuredhim,pattinghisarmcomfortingly."Everything’sundercontrol."Snowdenshookhisheadfeebly."I’mcold,"herepeated,witheyesasdullandblindasstone."I’mcold."

           "There,there,"saidYossarian,withgrowingdoubtandtrepidation."There,there.Inalittlewhilewe’llbebackonthegroundandDocDaneekawilltakecareofyou."ButSnowdenkeptshakinghisheadandpointedatlast,withjustthebarestmovementofhischin,downtowardhisarmpit.YossarianbentforwardtopeerandsawastrangelycoloredstainseepingthroughthecoverallsjustabovethearmholeofSnowden’sflaksuit.Yossarianfelthisheartstop,thenpoundsoviolentlyhefounditdifficulttobreathe.Snowdenwaswoundedinsidehisflaksuit.YossarianrippedopenthesnapsofSnowden’sflaksuitandheardhimselfscreamwildlyasSnowden’sinsidesslithereddowntothefloorinasoggypileandjustkeptdrippingout.Achunkofflakmorethanthreeinchesbighadshotintohisothersidejustunderneaththearmandblastedallthewaythrough,drawingwholemottledquartsofSnowdenalongwithitthroughthegiganticholeinhisribsitmadeasitblastedout.Yossarianscreamedasecondtimeandsqueezedbothhandsoverhiseyes.Histeethwerechatteringinhorror.Heforcedhimselftolookagain.HerewasGod’splenty,allright,hethoughtbitterlyashestaredliver,lungs,kidneys,ribs,stomachandbitsofthestewedtomatoesSnowdenhadeatenthatdayforlunch

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