| ' We never see Major Major. | - Он не попадается нам на глаза. |
| He seems to have disappeared.' | Такое впечатление, что он вовсе исчез куда-то. |
| 'I wish we could disappear him!' Colonel Cathcart blurted out from the corner peevishly. | - Хорошо бы действительно его... исчезнуть, -проворчал из своего угла полковник Кэткарт. |
| 'The way they did that fellow Dunbar.' | - Тем же способом, как они... исчезли этого малого, по фамилии Данбэр. |
| 'Oh, there are plenty of other ways we can handle this one,' Colonel Korn assured him confidently, and continued to Piltchard and Wren, 'Let's begin with the kindest. | - О, есть масса других способов управиться с майором Майором, - самонадеянным тоном заверил его подполковник Корн и, повернувшись к Пилтчарду и Рену, продолжал: - Для начала будем с этим Йоссарианом помягче. |
| Send him to Rome for a rest for a few days. | Пошлите его на пару дней отдохнуть в Рим. |
| Maybe this fellow's death really did hurt him a bit.' | Может быть, смерть того парня и вправду его немного травмировала. |
| Nately's death, in fact, almost killed Yossarian too, for when he broke the news to Nately's whore in Rome she uttered a piercing, heartbroken shriek and tried to stab him to death with a potato peeler. | На самом деле смерть Нейтли не просто травмировала, а чуть было не стоила жизни Йоссариану, ибо, когда он сообщил тяжкую весть нейтлевой девице, та издала пронзительный, душераздирающий вопль и попыталась зарезать его ножом для чистки картошки. |
| 'Bruto!' she howled at him in hysterical fury as he bent her arm up around behind her back and twisted gradually until the potato peeler dropped from her grasp. | - ВгШ;о![2З] - в припадке истерической ярости выла она, а он, заломив ей руку за спину, выкручивал кисть до тех пор, пока она не выронила нож. |
| ' Bruto! | - ВгШо! |
| Bruto!' | ВгШо! |
| She lashed at him swiftly with the long-nailed fingers of her free hand and raked open his cheek. She spat in his face viciously. | - Свободной рукой она молниеносно хлестнула его по лицу, до крови расцарапав щеку, и злобно плюнула ему в глаза. |
| 'What's the matter?' he screamed in stinging pain and bewilderment, flinging her away from him all the way across the room to the wall. | - В чем дело? - завизжал он от жгучей боли и недоумения. Он отшвырнул ее от себя, и она пролетела через всю комнату к противоположной стене. |
| 'What do you want from me?' | - Что ты от меня хочешь? |
| She flew back at him with both fists flailing and bloodied his mouth with a solid punch before he was able to grab her wrists and hold her still. | Она снова набросилась на него с кулаками и, прежде чем он успел схватить ее за запястья и заставить утихомириться, сильным ударом разбила ему губы. |
| Her hair tossed wildly. Tears were streaming in single torrents from her flashing, hate-filled eyes as she struggled against him fiercely in an irrational frenzy of maddened might, snarling and cursing savagely and screaming | Волосы ее дико растрепались, из пылавших ненавистью глаз ручьями бежали слезы, но она, как одержимая, наседала на него. Бешенство удесятеряло ее силы, а едва он пытался ей что-то объяснить, она свирепо рычала, ругалась и визжала: |
| ' Bruto! | "Вг-uto! |
| Bruto!' each time he tried to explain. | Вг-uto!" |
| Her great strength caught him off guard, and he lost his footing. | Йоссариан не ожидал, что она окажется такой сильной, и от неожиданности едва устоял на ногах. |
| She was nearly as tall as Yossarian, and for a few fantastic, terror-filled moments he was certain she would overpower him in her crazed determination, crush him to the ground and rip him apart mercilessly limb from limb for some heinous crime he had never committed. | Ростом она была примерно с Йоссариана, и в течение нескольких жутких мгновений он был уверен, что она со своей безумной решимостью одолеет его, собьет на пол и безжалостно растерзает на части, - и все за какое-то гнусное преступление, которого он не совершал. |
| He wanted to yell for help as they strove against each other frantically in a grunting, panting stalemate, arm against arm. | Ему хотелось кричать о помощи. |
| At last she weakened, and he was able to force her back and plead with her to let him talk, swearing to her that Nately's death had not been his fault. | Наконец она ослабела и слегка попятилась. Воспользовавшись передышкой, Йоссариан принялся клясться, что вовсе не повинен в смерти Нейтли. |
| She spat in his face again, and he pushed her away hard in disgusted anger and frustration. She hurled herself down toward the potato peeler the instant he released her. He flung himself down after her, and they rolled over each other on the floor several times before he could tear the potato peeler away. She tried to trip him with her hand as he scrambled to his feet and scratched an excruciating chunk out of his ankle. He hopped across the room in pain and threw the potato peeler out the window. He heaved a huge sigh of relief once he saw he was safe. 'Now, please let me explain something to you,' he cajoled in a mature, reasoning, earnest voice. She kicked him in the groin. Whoosh! went the air out of him, and he sank down on his side with a shrill and ululating cry, doubled up over his knees in chaotic agony and retching for breath. Nately's whore ran from the room. Yossarian staggered up to his feet not a moment too soon, for she came charging back in from the kitchen carrying a long bread knife. A moan of incredulous dismay wafted from his lips as, still clutching his throbbing, tender, burning bowels in both hands, he dropped his full weight down against her shins and knocked her legs out from under her. She flipped completely over his head and landed on the floor on her elbows with a jarring thud. The knife skittered free, and he slapped it out of sight under the bed. She tried to lunge after it, and he seized her by the arm and yanked her up. She tried to kick him in the groin again, and he slung her away with a violent oath of his own. She slammed into the wall off balance and smashed a chair over into a vanity table covered with combs, hairbrushes and cosmetic jars that all went crashing off. A framed picture fell to the floor at the other end of the room, the glass front shattering. | Она снова плюнула ему в лицо, и он, охваченный злостью и отчаянием, брезгливо отпихнул ее. |
'What do you want from me?' he yelled at her in whining and exasperated confusion.
- 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 arrive