Пролетая над гнездом кукушки

           Totellthetruth,hedon’tevenletonheknowsthepictureisturnedoff;heputshiscigarettebetweenhisteethandpusheshiscapforwardinhisredhairtillhehastoleanbacktoseeoutfromunderthebrim.

           Andsitsthatway,withhishandscrossedbehindhisheadandhisfeetstuckoutinachair,asmokingcigarettestickingoutfromunderhishatbrim—watchingtheTVscreen.

           Thenursestandsthisaslongasshecan;thenshecomestothedooroftheNurses’Stationandcallsacrosstohimhe’dbetterhelpthemenwiththehousework.Heignoresher.

           "Isaid,Mr.McMurphy,thatyouaresupposedtobeworkingduringthesehours."Hervoicehasatightwhinelikeanelectricsawrippingthroughpine."Mr.McMurphy,I’mwarningyou!"

           Everybody’sstoppedwhathewasdoing.Shelooksaroundher,thentakesastepoutoftheNurses’StationtowardMcMurphy.

           "You’recommitted,yourealize.Youare...underthejurisdictionofme...thestaff."She’sholdingupafist,allthosered-orangefingernailsburningintoherpalm."Underjurisdictionandcontrol—"

           Hardingshutsoffthebuffer,andleavesitinthehall,andgoespullshimachairupalongsideMcMurphyandsitsdownandlightshimacigarettetoo.

           "Mr.Harding!Youreturntoyourscheduledduties!"

           Ithinkhowhervoicesoundslikeithitanail,andthisstrikesmesofunnyIalmostlaugh.

           "Mr