| - Я не хочу угощать тебя обедом. |
| She pulled him out of the night club into the street and down a flight of steps into a black-market restaurant filled with lively, chirping, attractive girls who all seemed to know each other and with the self-conscious military officers from different countries who had come there with them. The food was elegant and expensive, and the aisles were overflowing with great streams of flushed and merry proprietors, all stout and balding. |
Она вытащила его из ночного клуба на улицу, потом они спустились по лестнице в ресторан, где кормили по ценам черного рынка. Ресторан был набит хорошенькими, оживленно щебечущими девушками, которые, казалось, давно были знакомы друг с другом. Их привели сюда самодовольные офицеры в мундирах чуть ли не всех союзнических армий. |
| The bustling interior radiated with enormous, engulfing waves of fun and warmth. Yossarian got a tremendous kick out of the rude gusto with which Luciana ignored him completely while she shoveled away her whole meal with both hands. |
В зале было шумно. Смех и тепло, казалось, волнами перекатывались над головами. |
| She ate like a horse until the last plate was clean, and then she placed her silverware down with an air of conclusion and settled back lazily in her chair with a dreamy and congested look of sated gluttony. She drew a deep, smiling, contented breath and regarded him amorously with a melting gaze. |
Лючана уплетала обед со зверским аппетитом и не обращала на Йоссариана никакого внимания, покуда не очистила последнюю тарелку. Насытившись, она положила вилку и нож, словно ставя точку, и лениво откинулась в кресле. |
| 'Okay, Joe,' she purred, her glowing dark eyes drowsy and grateful. 'Now I will let you sleep with me.' |
- Прекрасно, Джо, - промурлыкала она. В ее черных, слегка подернутых дремотой глазах светилась признательность. |
| ' My name is Yossarian.' |
- Меня зовут Йоссариан. |
| 'Okay, Yossarian,' she answered with a soft repentant laugh. |
- Прекрасно, Йоссариан, - ответила она с виноватым смешком. |
| 'Now I will let you sleep with me.' 'Who asked you?' said Yossarian. Luciana was stunned. 'You don't want to sleep with me?' Yossarian nodded emphatically, laughing, and shot his hand up under her dress. The girl came to life with a horrified start. She jerked her legs away from him instantly, whipping her bottom around. Blushing with alarm and embarrassment, she pushed her skirt back down with a number of prim, sidelong glances about the restaurant. 'Now I will let you sleep with me,' she explained cautiously in a manner of apprehensive indulgence. |
- Так и быть, я позволю тебе переспать со мной, -объявила она снисходительным тоном, в котором, однако, чувствовалась настороженность. |
| 'But not now.' |
- Но не теперь. |
| ' I know. |
- Я понимаю. |
| When we get back to my room.' |
Не теперь, а когда придем ко мне. |
| The girl shook her head, eyeing him mistrustfully and keeping her knees pressed together. |
Девушка покачала головой. |
| 'No, now I must go home to my mamma, because my mamma does not like me to dance with soldiers or let them take me to dinner, and she will be very angry with me if I do not come home now. |
- Нет, сейчас я должна идти домой, к мамуле, потому что моя мамуля не любит, когда я хожу в ресторан. Она очень рассердится, если я сейчас же не вернусь домой. |
| But I will let you write down for me where you live. And tomorrow morning I will come to your room for ficky-fick before I go to my work at the French office. |
Но ты напиши, где ты живешь, - это я тебе разрешаю, - и завтра утром я приду к тебе до работы, а потом я побегу в свою французскую контору. |
| Capisci?' 'Bullshit!' Yossarian exclaimed with angry disappointment. 'Cosa vuol dire bullshit?' Luciana inquired with a blank look. Yossarian broke into loud laughter. He answered her finally in a tone of sympathetic good humor. 'It means that I want to escort you now to wherever the hell I have to take you next so that I can rush back to that night club before Aarfy leaves with that wonderful tomato he's got without giving me a chance to ask about an aunt or friend she must have who's just like her.' 'Come?' 'Subito, subito,' he taunted her tenderly. 'Mamma is waiting. Remember?' 'Si, si. Mamma.' |
Capisci?[13] |
| Yossarian let the girl drag him through the lovely Roman spring night for almost a mile until they reached a chaotic bus depot honking with horns, blazing with red and yellow lights and echoing with the snarling vituperations of unshaven bus drivers pouring loathsome, hair-raising curses out at each other, at their passengers and at the strolling, unconcerned knots of pedestrians clogging their paths, who ignored them until they were bumped by the buses and began shouting curses back. |
Йоссариан не сопротивлялся, когда она чуть ли не целую милю тащила его по великолепным улицам ночного весеннего Рима. Наконец они дошли до автобусного парка, встретившего их оглушительной какофонией гудков, вспышками красных и желтых огней и руганью небритых шоферов, осыпавших чудовищной бранью друг друга, пассажиров и прохожих. Прохожие беззаботными табунками пробегали перед носом у автобусов и, если автобусы их задевали, не оставались в долгу и щедро изрыгали хулу в адрес шоферов. |
| Luciana vanished aboard one of the diminutive green vehicles, and Yossarian hurried as fast as he could all the way back to the cabaret and the bleary-eyed bleached blonde in the open orange satin blouse. She seemed infatuated with Aarfy, but he prayed intensely for her luscious aunt as he ran, or for a luscious girl friend, sister, cousin, or mother who was just as libidinous and depraved. She would have been perfect for Yossarian, a debauched, coarse, vulgar, amoral, appetizing slattern whom he had longed for and idolized for months. |
Лючана укатила в облезлом зеленом драндулете, а Йоссариан изо всех сил поднажал обратно в кабаре к волоокой химической блондинке в оранжевой сатиновой блузке.
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