Пролетая над гнездом кукушки

           Goodgoin’,Mart;thatputsyou—Where’syourpiece,buddy?"

           "Eh?Whyhereitis."

           "Hehaditinhismouth,McMurphy.Excellent.That’stwomovesoverthesecondandthirdbicuspid,fourmovestotheboard,whichtakesyouonto—toBalticAvenue,Martini.Yourownandonlyproperty.Howfortunatecanamanget,friends?Martinihasbeenplayingthreedaysandlitonhispropertypracticallyeverytime."

           "Shutupandroll,Harding.It’syourturn."

           Hardinggathersthediceupwithhislongfingers,feelingthesmoothsurfaceswithhisthumbasifhewasblind.Thefingersarethesamecolorasthediceandlookliketheywerecarvedbyhisotherhand.Thedicerattleinhishandasheshakesit.TheytumbletoastopinfrontofMcMurphy.

           "Faw.Five,six,seven.Toughluck,buddy.That’sanothero’myvastholdin’s.Youoweme—oh,twohundreddollarsshouldaboutcoverit."

           Pity.

           Thegamegoesroundandround,totherattleofdiceandtheshuffleofplaymoney.