Пролетая над гнездом кукушки

           "Well,"hesaid,andclickedhisteethtogetherlikethey’djustbeensharpened,"ifwecutitaleetlebitwiththevodka,Ithinkit’llbeallright.Howarewefixedforicecubes,Turkey,oldbuddy?"

           Mixedinpapermedicinecupswiththeliquorandtheportwine,thesiruphadatastelikeakid’sdrinkbutapunchlikethecactusapplewineweusedtogetinTheDalles,coldandsoothingonthethroatandhotandfuriousonceitgotdown.Weturnedoutthelightsinthedayroomandsatarounddrinkingit.Wethrewthefirstcoupleofcupsdownlikeweweretakingourmedication,drinkingitinseriousandsilentdosesandlookingoneanotherovertoseeifitwasgoingtokillanybody.McMurphyandTurkleswitchedbackandforthfromthedrinktoTurkle’scigarettesandgottogigglingagainastheydiscussedhowitwouldbetolaythatlittlenursewiththebirthmarkwhowentoff,atmidnight.

           "I’dbescared,"Turklesaid,"thatshemightgotowhuppin’mewiththatbigofcrossonthatchain.Wun’tthatbeafixtobein,now?"

           "I’dbescared,"McMurphysaid,"thatjustaboutthetimeIwasgettingmyjelliesshe’dreacharoundbehindmewithathermometerandtakemytemperature!"

           Thatbustedeverybodyup.Hardingstoppedlaughinglongenoughtojointhejoking.

           "Orworseyet,"hesaid.