Джозеф Хеллер - Уловка-22 - английский и русский параллельные тексты
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Джозеф Хеллер со своим первым романом «Уловка-22» — «Catch-22» (в более позднем переводе Андрея Кистяковского — «Поправка-22») буквально ворвался в американскую литературу послевоенных лет. «Уловка-22» — один из самых блистательных образцов полуабсурдистского, фантасмагорического произведения.
Едко и, порой, довольно жестко описанная Дж. Хеллером армия — странный мир, полный бюрократических уловок и бессмыслицы.
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- Что тебе от меня нужно? - завопил он с надрывом, в полном смятении.
'I didn't kill him.' She hurled a heavy glass ash tray at his head. He made a fist and wanted to punch her in the stomach when she came charging at him again, but he was afraid he might harm her. He wanted to clip her very neatly on the point of the jaw and run from the room, but there was no clear target, and he merely skipped aside neatly at the last second and helped her along past him with a strong shove. She banged hard against the other wall. Now she was blocking the door. She threw a large vase at him. Then she came at him with a full wine bottle and struck him squarely on the temple, knocking him down half-stunned on one knee. His ears were buzzing, his whole face was numb. More than anything else, he was embarrassed. He felt awkward because she was going to murder him. He simply did not understand what was going on. He had no idea what to do. But he did know he had to save himself, and he catapulted forward off the floor when he saw her raise the wine bottle to clout him again and barreled into her midriff before she could strike him. He had momentum, and he propelled her before him backward in his driving rush until her knees buckled against the side of the bed and she fell over onto the mattress with Yossarian sprawled on top of her between her legs. She plunged her nails into the side of his neck and gouged as he worked his way up the supple, full hills and ledges of her rounded body until he covered her completely and pressed her into submission, his fingers pursuing her thrashing arm persistently until they arrived at the wine bottle finally and wrenched it free. She was still kicking and cursing and scratching ferociously. She tried to bite him cruelly, her coarse, sensual lips stretched back over her teeth like an enraged omnivorous beast's. Now that she lay captive beneath him, he wondered how he would ever escape her without leaving himself vulnerable. He could feel the tensed, straddling inside of her buffeting thighs and knees squeezing and churning around one of his legs. He was stirred by thoughts of sex that made him ashamed. He was conscious of the voluptuous flesh of her firm, young-woman's body straining and beating against him like a humid, fluid, delectable, unyielding tide, her belly and warm, live, plastic breasts thrusting upward against him vigorously in sweet and menacing temptation. Her breath was scalding. All at once he realized-though the writhing turbulence beneath him had not diminished one whit-that she was no longer grappling with him, recognized with a quiver that she was not fighting him but heaving her pelvis up against him remorselessly in the primal, powerful, rhapsodic instinctual rhythm of erotic ardor and abandonment. He gasped in delighted surprise. Her face-as beautiful as a blooming flower to him now-was distorted with a new kind of torture, the tissues
- Я его не убивал!
| serenely swollen, her half-closed eyes misty and unseeing with the stultifying languor of desire. 'Caro,' she murmured hoarsely as though from the depths of a tranquil and luxurious trance. 'Ooooh, caro mio.' He stroked her hair. She drove her mouth against his face with savage passion. He licked her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged. He felt himself falling, falling ecstatically in love with her as she kissed him again and again with lips that were steaming and wet and soft and hard, mumbling deep sounds to him adoringly in an incoherent oblivion of rapture, one caressing hand on his back slipping deftly down inside his trouser belt while the other groped secretly and treacherously about on the floor for the bread knife and found it. He saved himself just in time. She still wanted to kill him! He was shocked and astounded by her depraved subteruge as he tore the knife from her grasp and hurled it away. He bounded out of the bed to his feet. His face was agog with befuddlement and disillusion. He did not know whether to dart through the door to freedom or collapse on the bed to fall in love with her and place himself abjectly at her mercy again. | |
| She spared him from doing either by bursting unpredictably into tears. He was stunned again. | Неожиданно она ударилась в слезы и этим поставила Йоссариана в тупик. |
| This time she wept with no other emotion than grief, profound, debilitating, humble grief, forgetting all about him. Her desolation was pathetic as she sat with her tempestuous, proud, lovely head bowed, her shoulders sagging, her spirit melting. This time there was no mistaking her anguish. | А она плакала от горя, глубокого горя, обессилевшая, покорная, вовсе позабывшая о Йоссариане. Трогательная в своем несчастье, она сидела, низко опустив красивую, гордую, забубенную голову. Плечи ее обмякли, ярость улетучилась. Страдание ее было неподдельным. |
| Great racking sobs choked and shook her. | Громкие, мучительные рыдания душили и сотрясали ее. |
| She was no longer aware of him, no longer cared. | Она перестала замечать его, он ее больше не интересовал. |
| He could have walked from the room safely then. | Теперь он мог уйти без всякого риска. |
| But he chose to remain and console and help her. | Но он предпочел остаться, чтобы утешить, ее и поддержать. |
| 'Please,' he urged her inarticulately with his arm about her shoulders, recollecting with pained sadness how inarticulate and enfeebled he had felt in the plane coming back from Avignon when Snowden kept whimpering to him that he was cold, he was cold, and all Yossarian could offer him in return was 'There, there. There, there.' 'Please,' he repeated to her sympathetically. 'Please, please.' | - Ну пожалуйста, ну не надо, - беспомощно бормотал он, обняв ее за плечи и вспоминая с тоской и болью, каким беспомощным и слабым он чувствовал себя в самолете, когда они возвращались после налета на Авиньон и Сноуден хныкал: "Мне холодно, мне холодно", а Йоссариан отвечал: "Ну, ну, не надо, ну, ну". И это было все, что он мог тогда придумать. Вот и теперь, когда надо было ей посочувствовать, он только твердил: "Ну пожалуйста, прошу тебя, ну не надо". |
| She rested against him and cried until she seemed too weak to cry any longer, and did not look at him once until he extended his handkerchief when she had finished. She wiped her cheeks with a tiny, polite smile and gave the handkerchief back, murmuring 'Grazie, grazie' with meek, maidenly propriety, and then, without any warning whatsoever of a change in mood, clawed suddenly at his eyes with both hands. She landed with each and let out a victorious shriek. 'Ha! Assassino!' she hooted, and raced joyously across the room for the bread knife to finish him off. | Она прислонилась к нему и лила слезы до тех пор, пока не обессилела настолько, что больше не могла плакать. Он вынул из кармана носовой платок, и тут она вдруг вцепилась ему в глаза обеими руками и испустила победоносный вопль. |
| Half blinded, he rose and stumbled after her. A noise behind him made him turn. His senses reeled in horror at what he saw. Nately's whore's kid sister, of all people, was coming after him with another long bread knife! 'Oh, no,' he wailed with a shudder, and he knocked the knife out of her hand with a sharp downward blow on her wrist. He lost patience entirely with the whole grotesque and incomprehensible melee. There was no telling who might lunge at him next through the doorway with another long bread knife, and he lifted Nately's whore's kid sister off the floor, threw her at Nately's whore and ran out of the room, out of the apartment and down the stairs. The two girls chased out into the hall after him. He heard their footsteps lag farther and farther behind as he fled and then cease altogether. He heard sobbing directly overhead. Glancing backward up the stair well, he spied Nately's whore sitting in a heap on one of the steps, weeping with her face in both hands, while her pagan, irrepressible kid sister hung dangerously over the banister shouting 'Bruto! Bruto!' down at him happily and brandished her bread knife at him as though it were an exciting new toy she was eager to use. | Йоссариан, полуослепший, бросился вон из дома. |
| Yossarian escaped, but kept looking back over his shoulder anxiously as he retreated through the street. | Он был сыт по горло этой чудовищной, абсурдной схваткой. |
| People stared at him strangely, making him more apprehensive. | Прохожие бросали на него удивленные взгляды. |
| He walked in nervous haste, wondering what there was in his appearance that caught everyone's attention. | Он нервничал и прибавлял шагу, не понимая, что в нем привлекает всеобщее внимание. |
| When he touched his hand to a sore spot on his forehead, his fingers turned gooey with blood, and he understood. | Он потрогал рукой саднящее место на лбу, пальцы стали липкими от крови, и тогда он догадался. |
| He dabbed his face and neck with a handkerchief. | Он провел платком по лицу и шее. |
| Wherever it pressed, he picked up new red smudges. | До какого бы места он ни дотронулся, на платке появлялись свежие красные пятна. |
| He was bleeding everywhere. | Все лицо кровоточило. |
| He hurried into the Red Cross building and down the two steep flights of white marble stairs to the men's washroom, where he cleansed and nursed his innumerable visible wounds with cold water and soap and straightened his shirt collar and combed his hair. | Он поспешил в здание Красного Креста, поднялся по крутым беломраморным ступеням в мужскую уборную, там промыл свои бесчисленные раны, поправил воротник рубашки и причесался. |
| He had never seen a face so badly bruised and scratched as the one still blinking back at him in the mirror with a dazed and startled uneasiness. | Никогда прежде ему не приходилось видеть столь жестоко исцарапанной, избитой физиономии, как та, что смотрела на него из зеркала. |
| What on earth had she wanted from him? | Но какого черта эта девка навалилась на него? |
| When he left the men's room, Nately's whore was waiting outside in ambush. She was crouched against the wall near the bottom of the staircase and came pouncing down upon him like a hawk with a glittering silver steak knife in her fist. He broke the brunt of her assault with his upraised elbow and punched her neatly on the jaw. Her eyes rolled. He caught her before she dropped and sat her down gently. | Когда Йоссариан вышел из уборной, нейтлева девица дожидалась его, притаившись в засаде. |
| Then he ran up the steps and out of the building and spent the next three hours hunting through the city for Hungry Joe so that he could get away from Rome before she could find him again. | Йоссариан скатился по лестнице, выскочил из дома и три часа бегал по городу, разыскивая Заморыша Джо: ему хотелось убраться из Рима прежде, чем она его снова настигнет. |
| He did not feel really safe until the plane had taken off. | И только когда самолет поднялся, он почувствовал себя в полной безопасности. |
| When they landed in Pianosa, Nately's whore, disguised in a mechanic's green overalls, was waiting with her steak knife exactly where the plane stopped, and all that saved him as she stabbed at his chest in her leather-soled high-heeled shoes was the gravel underfoot that made her feet roll out from under her. | Но едва самолет приземлился на Пьяносе, Йоссариан увидел ее здесь. Переодетая в зеленый комбинезон механика, она дожидалась его с тем же ножом в руке как раз в том месте, где остановился самолет. |
| Yossarian, astounded, hauled her up into the plane and held her motionless on the floor in a double armlock while Hungry Joe radioed the control tower for permission to return to Rome. | Йоссариану удалось зашвырнуть ее в самолет, а Заморыш Джо связался по радио с контрольно-диспетчерским пунктом и запросил разрешение на полет в Рим. |
| At the airport in Rome, Yossarian dumped her out of the plane on the taxi strip, and Hungry Joe took right off for Pianosa again without even cutting his engines. | В римском аэропорту они выгрузили нейтлеву девицу на рулежную дорожку, и Заморыш Джо, не выключавший даже моторов, тут же взял курс обратно в Пьяносу. |
| Scarcely breathing, Yossarian scrutinized every figure warily as he and Hungry Joe walked back through the squadron toward their tents. | Когда они с Заморышем Джо возвращались в свои палатки, Йоссариан пристально и настороженно всматривался в каждого встречного. |
| Hungry Joe eyed him steadily with a funny expression. | Заморыш Джо насмешливо взглянул на Йоссариана. |
| 'Are you sure you didn't imagine the whole thing?' Hungry Joe inquired hesitantly after a while. | - Ты уверен, что все это тебе не померещилось? -спросил он, немного замявшись. |
| ' Imagine it? | - Померещилось? |
| You were right there with me, weren't you? You just flew her back to Rome.' | Ты же все время был со мной и только что сам отвез ее в Рим. |
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