Еще из "2666"

Я, по-моему, этот отрывок из "2666" Боланьо не цитировал еще. Он мне очень понравился, когда я читал книгу, а потом danillo мне о нем напомнил.

Не знаю даже, чем именно мне нравится это описание. Не в том дело, что не могу сформулировать, а просто не могу понять, в чем причина. Но я этот отрывок много раз перечитывал.

When he woke he took a cold shower and dried himself with a big white towel, pleasing to the touch. Then he called information and gave them Miguel Montes's number. He asked what address the number belonged to. The woman made him wait a moment and then read the name of a street and a number. Before he hung up he asked whose name the number was registered in. Francisco Diaz, sir, said the operator. Night was falling fast in Santa Teresa when Harry Magana got to Calle Portal de San Pablo, parallel to Avenida Madero-Centro, in a neighborhood that still retained traces of what it had once been: one- and two-story cement and brick houses, middle-class, formerly inhabited by government employees or young professionals. The only people to be seen on the street now were old men and women and gangs of adolescents who went by at a run or on bikes or in beat-up cars, always in a hurry, as if they had something very urgent to do that night. In fact, the only one with anything urgent to do is me, thought Harry Magana, and he sat in his car, motionless, until everything was dark. He crossed the street without being seen. The door was wooden and didn't seem hard to crack. He went to work with the knife and the lock soon gave way. From the living room a long hallway led to a small yard lit by the lights of a neighboring yard. Everything was a complete wreck. He heard the muted sounds of a TV in another house and a grunt. He knew immediately that he wasn't alone. It was then that Harry Magana regretted not having his gun with him. He peered into the first bedroom. A man, short and broad backed, was pulling a bundle out from under a bed. The bed was low and it was hard to get the bundle out. When the man managed it at last and began to drag it into the hallway, he turned and looked at Harry Magana without surprise. The bundle was wrapped in plastic and Harry Magana felt choked by nausea and rage. For an instant the two of them stood frozen. The short man was wearing a black zip-up overall, probably the official overall of a maquiladora, and his expression was angry and even embarassed. I always get stuck with the dirty work, it seemed to say. With a sense of fatalism, Harry Magana imagined that he was somewhere else, not a few minutes from downtown, at Francisco Diaz's house, which was like being at no one's house, but in the country, in the dust and brush, at a shack with a corral and a henhouse and a woodstove, in the Santa Teresa desert or any other desert. He heard someone closing the front door and then steps in the living room. A voice calling the short man. And he heard the latter reply: I'm over here, with our friend. His rage grew. He wanted to bury his knife in the man's heart. He lunged at him, glancing desperately out of the corner of his eye at the two shadowy figures he had seen in the Rand Charger, coming down the hallway.

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Почему-то во friend-ленте нет ни одной записи о приговоре членам "НСО-Север". Как-то удивительно это. Даже Крылов с Холмогоровой ничего не сказали, по-моему. Хотя, может, я и пропустил.

Тем временем в комментариях к записи о борьбе Ройзмана с азербайджанскими карателями мне сообщили, что "Ройзман прав практически во всем". Разные люди сообщили, разными словами. Там комментарии вообще, конечно, сумасшедшие, и я не имею тут в виду комментарии farnabazsatrap.

Кстати, посмотрел сейчас еще раз запись самого Ройзмана. Он там пишет:

Суть вот в чем: цыган, которого местные подозревали в торговле наркотиками, под давлением, съехал с деревни.

Это у него с самого начала так аккуратно написано было? Мне что-то казалось, что когда я раньше читал было не "подозревали в торговел", а "который торговал". Или я забыл?