Крестный отец

           Sogivemeyourwordthatyouwillputasidethismadness.ItisnotAmerican.Forgive.Forget.Lifeisfullofmisfortunes."

           Thecruelandcontemptuousironywithwhichallthiswassaid,thecontrolledangeroftheDon,reducedthepoorundertakertoaquiveringjellybuthespokeupbravelyagain."Iaskyouforjustice."

           DonCorleonesaidcurtly,"Thecourtgaveyoujustice."

           Bonaserashookhisheadstubbornly."No.Theygavetheyouthsjustice.Theydidnotgivemejustice."

           TheDonacknowledgedthisfinedistinctionwithanapprovingnod,thenasked,"Whatisyourjustice?"

           "Aneyeforaneye,"Bonaserasaid.

           "Youaskedformore,"theDonsaid."Yourdaughterisalive."

           Bonaserasaidreluctantly,"Letthemsufferasshesuffers."TheDonwaitedforhimtospeakfurther.Bonaserascrewedupthelastofhiscourageandsaid,"HowmuchshallIpayyou?"Itwasadespairingwail.

           DonCorleoneturnedhisback.Itwasadismissal.Bonaseradidnotbudge.

           Finally,sighing,agood-heartedmanwhocannotremainangrywithanerringfriend,DonCorleoneturnedbacktotheundertaker,whowasnowaspaleasoneofhiscorpses.DonCorleonewasgentle,patient."Whydoyoufeartogiveyourfirstallegiancetome?"hesaid."Yougotothelawcourtsandwaitformonths.Youspendmoneyonlawyerswhoknowfullwellyouaretobemadeafoolof.Youacceptjudgmentfromajudgewhosellshimselfliketheworstwhoreinthestreets.