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Stephen King
“You don't need to do that (вам не нужно этого делать),” I said. “I can get a ride from Gates easy (я могу легко поймать попутку от Гейтса).”
genuinely['GenjuInlI], yank [jxNk], disease [dI'zJz]
“Still! A stroke!” He was genuinely dismayed. He snatched at the baggy crotch of his green pants again, yanking with an old man's oversized, clawlike hand. “A stroke's allus serious! Son, I'd take you to the CMMC myself drive you right up to the front door if I hadn'tpromised my brother Ralph I'd take him up to the nursin home in Gates. His wife's there, she has that forgettin disease, I can't think what in the world they call it, Anderson's or Alvarez or somethin like that —”
“Alzheimer's,” I said.
“Ayuh, prob'ly I'm gettin it myself. Hell, I'm tempted to take you anyway.”
“You don't need to do that, I said. I can get a ride from Gates easy.”
“Still (все же),” he said. “Your mother (твоя мама)! A stroke (инсульт)! Only forty-eight (всего сорок восемь)!” He grabbed at the baggy crotch of his pants (он схватился за мешковатую промежность своих штанов). “Fucking truss (чертов бандаж;
desperate ['desp(q)rIt], amused [q'mjHzd], rupture ['rApCq]
“Still, he said. Your mother! A stroke! Only forty-eight!” He grabbed at the baggy crotch of his pants. “Fucking truss!” he cried, then laughed — the sound was both desperate and amused. Fucking rupture! If you stick around, son, all your works start fallin apart. God kicks your ass in the end, let me tell you. But you're a good boy to just drop everythin and go to her like you're doin.
“She's a good mom (она хорошая мама),” I said, and once again I felt the tears bite (и снова почувствовал, /как/ щиплет глаза: «слезы щиплют»;
