Пролетая над гнездом кукушки

           "Okay,yousayIcan’tliftit.WellbyGod..."

           McMurphyhopsoffthetableandgoestopeelingoffhisgreenjacket;thetattoosstickinghalfoutofhisT-shirtjumparoundthemusclesonhisarms.

           "Thenwho’swillingtolayfivebucks?Nobody’sgonnaconvincemeIcan’tdosomethingtillItryit.Fivebucks..."

           "McMurphy,thisisasfoolhardyasyourbetaboutthenurse."

           "Who’sgotfivebuckstheywanttolose?Youhitoryousit...."

           Theguysallgotosigningliensatonce;he’sbeatthemsomanytimesatpokerandblackjacktheycan’twaittogetbackathim,andthisisacertainsurething.Idon’tknowwhathe’sdrivingat;broadandbigasheis,it’dtakethreeofhimtomovethatpanel,andheknowsit.Hecanjustlookatitandseeheprobablycouldn’teventipit,letaloneliftit.It’dtakeagianttoliftitofftheground.ButwhentheAcutesallgettheirIOUssigned,hestepsuptothepanelandliftsBillyBibbitdownoffitandspitsinhisbigcallusedpalmsandslapsthemtogether,rollshisshoulders.

           "Okay,standoutatheway.SometimeswhenIgotoexertin’myselfIuseupalltheairnearbyandgrownmenfaintfromsuffocation.Standback.There’sliabletobecrackin’cementandflyingsteel.Getthewomenandkidssomeplacesafe.Standback...."

           "Bygolly,hemightdoit,"Cheswickmutters.

           "Sure,maybehe’lltalkitoffthefloor,"Fredricksonsays.

           "Morelikelyhe’llacquireabeautifulhernia,"Hardingsays.