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Jesse felt ready to weep. He was waiting for Tom. Tom was his brother-in-law. Jesse knew he looked terrible.
True, they hadn't seen each other for five years; but Tom looked five years older, that was all. He was still Tom. God! was he so different? Brackett finished his telephone call. He leaned back in his chair and glanced over at Jesse with small, clear blue eyes that were suspicious and unfriendly. He was a heavy man of forty-five. He looked like a capable businessman – which he was. He surveyed Jesse with cold indifference, unwilling to spend time on him.
"Yes?" Brackett said suddenly. "What do you want?"
"I guess you don't recognise me, Tom", said Jesse. "I am Jesse Fulton. Ella sends you her love."
Brackett rose and walked over to the counter until they were face to face.
"Yes, I believe you are", Brackett said finally, "but you sure have changed".
"By God, it's five years, ain't it?" Jesse said. "You only saw me a couple of times anyway. What if I have changed? Don't everybody?"
"You was solid looking," Brackett continued softly, in the same tone of wonder. "You lost weight, I guess?"
Jesse kept silent. He needed Brackett too much to risk antagonising him. The pause lengthened, became painful. Brackett flushed and burst out in apology.
"Come in. Take a seat. Good God, boy" – he grasped Jesse's hand and shook it – "I am glad to see you; don't think anything else!"
"It's all right," Jesse murmured. He sat down, thrusting his hand through his curly, tangled hair.
"Why are you limping?"
"I stepped on a stone; it jagged a hole through my shoe," Jesse pulled his feet back under the chair. He was ashamed of his shoes.
Brackett kept his eyes off Jesse's feet. He knew what was bothering the boy and it filled his heart with pity.
"Well, now listen," Brackett began, "tell me things. How's Ella?"
"Oh, she's pretty good," Jesse replied absently. He had a soft, pleasing, rather shy voice that went with his soft gray eyes.
"And the kids?"
"Oh, they're fine... Well, you know," Jesse added, becoming more attentive, "the young one has to wear a brace. He can't run around, you know. But he's smart. He draws pictures and he does things, you know."
"Yes," Brackett said. "That's good." He hesitated. There was a moment's silence. "Ella didn't tell me things were so bad for you, Jesse. I might have helped."
"Well, goodness," Jesse returned softly, "you have your own troubles haven't you?"
"Yes," Brackett leaned back.
"Tom, listen," Jesse said, "I come here on purpose." He thrust his hand through his hair. "I want you to help me."
Brackett had been expecting this. "I can't much. I only get thirty-five a week and I'ї damn grateful for it."
"Sure, I know," Jesse emphasised excitedly. "I know you can't help us with money. But we met a man who works for you! He was in our city! He said you could give me a job!"
"Who said?"
"Oh, why didn't you tell me?" Jesse burst out reproachfully. "Why, as soon as I heard it I started out. For two weeks now I have been pushing ahead like crazy."
Brackett groaned aloud. "You come walking from Kansas City in two weeks so I could give you a job?"
"Sure, Tom, of course. What else could I do?"
"Jesse! It's slack season. And you don't know this oil business. It's special. I got my friends here but they couldn't do nothing now. Don't you think I'd ask for you as soon as there was a chance?"
Jesse cried, "But listen, this man said you could hire! He told me! He drives trucks for you! He said you always need men!"
"Oh! …You mean my department?" Brackett said in a low voice.
"Yes, Tom. That's it!"
"Oh, no, you don't want to work in my department," Brackett told him in the same low voice. "You don't know what it is."
"Yes, I do," Jesse insisted. "He told me all about it, Tom. You're dispatcher, ain't you? You send the dynamite trucks out?"
"Who was the man, Jesse?"
"Everett, Everett, I think."
"Egbert? Man about my size?" Brackett asked slowly
"Yes, Egbert."
"Sure, there's job. There's even Egbert's job if you want it."
"He's quit?
"He's dead!"
"On the job, Jesse. Last night if you want to know."
"Oh! ... Then, I don't care!"
"Now you listen to me!" Brackett said. "I'll tell you a few things that you should have asked before you started out. It ain't dynamite you drive. It's nitroglycerin!"
"But I know," Jesse told him reassuringly. "He advised me, Tom. You don't have to think I don't know."
"Shut up a minute," Brackett ordered angrily. "Listen! You just have to look at this soup, see? You just cough loud and it blows!"
"Listen, Tom –"
"Now, wait a minute, Jesse. I know you had your heart set on a job, but you've got to understand. This stuff goes only in special trucks! 3t night! They got to follow a special route! They can't go through any city! Don't you see what that means? Don't that tell you how dangerous it is?"
"I'll dive careful," Jesse said. "I know how to handle a truck. I'll drive slow."
Brackett groaned. "Do you think Egbert did not drive careful or didn't know how to handle a truck?"
"Tom," Jesse said earnestly, "you can't scare me. I got my mind fixed on only one thing: Egbert said he was getting a dollar a mile. He was making five to six hundred dollars a month for half a month's work, he said. Can I get the same?"
"Sure, you can get the same," Brackett told him savagely. "A dollar a mile. It's easy. But why do you think the company has to pay so much? It's easy – until you run over a stone that your headlights didn't pick out, like Egbert did. Or get something in your eye, so the wheel twist and you jar the truck! Or any other God damn thing that nobody ever knows! We can't ask Egbert what happened to him. There's no truck to give any evidence. There's no corpse. There's nothing! Not even a finger nail. All we know is that he don't come in on schedule. Then we wait for the police to call us. You know what happened last night? Somethingwent wrong on the bridge. Maybe Egbert was nervous. Only there's no bridge any more. No truck. No Egbert. Do you understand now? That's what you get for your God damn dollar a mile!"
There was a moment of silence. Jesse sat twisting his long thin hands. His mouth was open, his face was agonized. then he shut his eyes and spoke sof tly. "I don't care about that, Tom. You told me. Now you got to be good to me and give me the job."
Brackett slapped the palm of his hand down on his desk.
"Listen, Tom" Jesse said softly, "you just don't understand." He opened his eyes. They were filled with tears. They made Brackett turn away. "Just look at me, Tom. Don't that tell you enough? Tom, I just can't live like this any more."
"You're crazy," Brackett muttered. "Every year there's one out of five drivers gets killed. That's the average. What's worth that?"
"Is my life worth anything now? We're just starving at home, Tom."
"Then you should have told me," Brackett exclaimed harshly. "I'll borrow some money and we'll telegraph it to Ella."
"And then what?"
"And then wait. You're no old man. You got no right to throw your life away. Sometime you'll get a job."
"No!" Jesse jumped up. "No, I believed that too. But I don't now," he cried passionately. "You're the only hope I got."
"You're crazy," Brackett muttered. "I won't do it. For God's sake think of Ella for a minute."
"Don't you know I'm thinking about her?" Jesse asked softly. He plucked at Brackett's sleeve.
Brackett leaped to his feet. "You say you're thinking about Ella. How's she going to like it when you get killed?"
"Maybe I won't," Jesse pleaded. "I've got to have some luck sometime."
"That's what they all think," Brackett replied scornfully. "When you take this job your luck is a question mark. The only thing certain is that sooner or later you get killed."
"Okay then," Jesse shouted back. "But meanwhile I get something, don't I? I can buy a pair of shoes. Look at me! I can buy a suit. I can smoke cigarettes. I can buy some candy f or the kids. I can eat some myself. Yes, by God, I want to eat some candy. I want a glass of beer once a day. I want Ella dressed up. I want her to eat meat three times a week, four times maybe. I want to take my family to the movies."
Brackett sat down. "Oh, shut up," he said.
"No," Jesse told him softly, passionately, "you can't get rid of me. Listen, Tom", he pleaded. "I got it all figured out. On six hundred a month look how much I can save! If I last only three months, look how much it is – a thousand dollars – more! And maybe I'll last longer. Maybe a couple years, I can fix Ella up for life!"
"You said it," Brackett interposed, "I suppose you think she'll enjoy living when you're on a job like that?"
"I got it all figured out," Jesse answered excitedly. "She don't know, see? I tell her I make only forty. You put the rest in a bank account for her, Tom.
"Oh, shut up," Brackett said. "You think you'll be happy? Every minute, waking and sleeping, you'll be wondering if tomorrow you'll be dead."
Jesse laughed. "I'll be happy! Don't you worry, I'll be so happy, I'll be singing. Good Lord, Tom, I'm going to feel proud of myself for the first time in seven years!"
"Oh, shut up, shut up," Brackett said.
Again there was silence.
"Tom, Tom –" Jesse said.
Brackett sighed. "Oh," he said finally, "all right, I'll take you on, God help me. If you're ready to drive tonight, you can drive tonight." Jesse didn't answer. He couldn't. Brackett looked up. The tears were running down Jesse's face.
"Come back here at six o'clock," Brackett said. "Here's some money. Eat a good meal."
"Thanks," Jesse said. "Thanks, Tom."
"What?"
"I just –" Jesse stopped. Brackett saw his face.
The eyes were still glistening with tears, but the face was shining now.
Brackett turned away. "I'm busy," he said.
Jesse went out. The whole world seemed to have turned golden. "I'm the happiest man in the world," he whispered to himself. "I'm the happiest man on the whole earth."

Результаты (русский) 1:

Джесси почувствовал, что готов плакать. Он ждал тома. Том был его шурина. Джесси знал, что он выглядел ужасно.Правда, они не видели друг друга на протяжении пяти лет; но том посмотрел пять лет старше, которые все было. Он по-прежнему тома. Бог! Он был настолько разные? Бракетт закончил его телефонный звонок. Он откинулся в кресле и взглянул на Джесси с небольшой, голубые глаза, которые были подозрительных и недружественные. Он был тяжелый человек из 45. Он выглядел как способный бизнесмен – которой он был. Он опрошенных Джесси с холодного безразличия, не желают тратить время на него.«Да?» Бракетт сказал вдруг. «Что вы хотите?»«Я думаю, вы не узнал меня, том», говорит Джесси. «Я Джесси Фултон. Элла посылает вам ее любовь.»Бракетт розы и ходил за счетчик до тех пор, пока они были лицом к лицу.«Да, я верю ты», Бракетт наконец сказал: «но вы, конечно, изменились».«Бог, это пять лет, не так ли?» Джесси сказал. «Вы только видели меня пару раз так или иначе. Что делать, если я изменил? Не все?»«Ты был сплошной глядя, «Бракетт продолжение мягко, в такой же тон чудо. «Вы потеряли вес, я думаю?»Джесси молчал. Ему необходимо Бракетт слишком много риска, противодействии его. Паузы удлиненный, стал болезненным. Бракетт покраснел и разразился в извинение.«Приходят в. Занять место. Хороший Бог, мальчика» – он схватил руку Иессея и потряс ее, – «я очень рад видеть вас; не думаю что-нибудь еще!»«Это все в порядке»,-пробормотал Джесси. Он сел, толкая его руку через его волосы вьющиеся, запутанная.«Почему вы хромать?»«Я вышел на камне; это неровные отверстие через моей обуви,» Джесси вытащил ноги обратно под стулом. Он стыдился своей обуви.Бракетт подпускали Иессея ноги его глаза. Он знал, что беспокоит мальчика и он наполнен его сердце жалость.«Ну, теперь слушать,» Бракетт начал, «скажите мне вещи. Как это Элла?»«Ах, она довольно хорошо,» Джесси рассеянно ответил. Он был мягкий, приятный, скорее застенчивая(ый) голос, который пошел с его мягкими серыми глазами.«И дети?» «Ах, они все в порядке... Ну, вы знаете,"Джесси добавил, становятся более внимательными, «молодой надо носить скобки. Он не может бегать, вы знаете. Но он умен. Он рисует картины, и он делает вещи, вы знаете.»«Да,» сказал Бракетт. «Это хорошо». Он колебался. Там был момент молчания. «Элла не сказать мне все было так плохо для вас, Джесси. Я могли бы помочь.»«Ну, добро,» Джесси вернулся мягко, «у вас есть свой собственный неприятности не вы?»«Да,» Бракетт откинулся назад.«Том, слушать,» Джесси сказал, «Я прихожу сюда на цели.» Он тяги его руку через его волосы. «Я хочу, чтобы вы мне помочь».Бракетт ожидал этого. «Я не много. Я получаю только тридцать пять, в неделю и я ' ї чертовски благодарны за это.»«Конечно, я знаю, «Джесси подчеркнула взволнованно. «Я знаю, что вы не можете помочь нам с деньгами. Но мы встретили человека, который работает для вас! Он был в нашем городе! Он сказал, что вы могли бы дать мне работу!»«Кто сказал?» «Ах, почему не вы сказать мне?» Джесси укоризнен разразился. «Почему, как только я услышал его я начал. За две недели теперь я настаивали вперед как сумасшедшие.»Brackett groaned aloud. "You come walking from Kansas City in two weeks so I could give you a job?""Sure, Tom, of course. What else could I do?" "Jesse! It's slack season. And you don't know this oil business. It's special. I got my friends here but they couldn't do nothing now. Don't you think I'd ask for you as soon as there was a chance?"Jesse cried, "But listen, this man said you could hire! He told me! He drives trucks for you! He said you always need men!""Oh! …You mean my department?" Brackett said in a low voice."Yes, Tom. That's it!""Oh, no, you don't want to work in my department," Brackett told him in the same low voice. "You don't know what it is.""Yes, I do," Jesse insisted. "He told me all about it, Tom. You're dispatcher, ain't you? You send the dynamite trucks out?""Who was the man, Jesse?""Everett, Everett, I think.""Egbert? Man about my size?" Brackett asked slowly"Yes, Egbert.""Sure, there's job. There's even Egbert's job if you want it.""He's quit?"He's dead!""On the job, Jesse. Last night if you want to know.""Oh! ... Then, I don't care!""Now you listen to me!" Brackett said. "I'll tell you a few things that you should have asked before you started out. It ain't dynamite you drive. It's nitroglycerin!""But I know," Jesse told him reassuringly. "He advised me, Tom. You don't have to think I don't know.""Shut up a minute," Brackett ordered angrily. "Listen! You just have to look at this soup, see? You just cough loud and it blows!""Listen, Tom –""Now, wait a minute, Jesse. I know you had your heart set on a job, but you've got to understand. This stuff goes only in special trucks! 3t night! They got to follow a special route! They can't go through any city! Don't you see what that means? Don't that tell you how dangerous it is?""I'll dive careful," Jesse said. "I know how to handle a truck. I'll drive slow."Brackett groaned. "Do you think Egbert did not drive careful or didn't know how to handle a truck?""Tom," Jesse said earnestly, "you can't scare me. I got my mind fixed on only one thing: Egbert said he was getting a dollar a mile. He was making five to six hundred dollars a month for half a month's work, he said. Can I get the same?""Sure, you can get the same," Brackett told him savagely. "A dollar a mile. It's easy. But why do you think the company has to pay so much? It's easy – until you run over a stone that your headlights didn't pick out, like Egbert did. Or get something in your eye, so the wheel twist and you jar the truck! Or any other God damn thing that nobody ever knows! We can't ask Egbert what happened to him. There's no truck to give any evidence. There's no corpse. There's nothing! Not even a finger nail. All we know is that he don't come in on schedule. Then we wait for the police to call us. You know what happened last night? Somethingwent wrong on the bridge. Maybe Egbert was nervous. Only there's no bridge any more. No truck. No Egbert. Do you understand now? That's what you get for your God damn dollar a mile!"There was a moment of silence. Jesse sat twisting his long thin hands. His mouth was open, his face was agonized. then he shut his eyes and spoke sof tly. "I don't care about that, Tom. You told me. Now you got to be good to me and give me the job."Brackett slapped the palm of his hand down on his desk."Listen, Tom" Jesse said softly, "you just don't understand." He opened his eyes. They were filled with tears. They made Brackett turn away. "Just look at me, Tom. Don't that tell you enough? Tom, I just can't live like this any more.""You're crazy," Brackett muttered. "Every year there's one out of five drivers gets killed. That's the average. What's worth that?""Is my life worth anything now? We're just starving at home, Tom.""Then you should have told me," Brackett exclaimed harshly. "I'll borrow some money and we'll telegraph it to Ella.""And then what?""And then wait. You're no old man. You got no right to throw your life away. Sometime you'll get a job.""No!" Jesse jumped up. "No, I believed that too. But I don't now," he cried passionately. "You're the only hope I got.""You're crazy," Brackett muttered. "I won't do it. For God's sake think of Ella for a minute.""Don't you know I'm thinking about her?" Jesse asked softly. He plucked at Brackett's sleeve.Brackett leaped to his feet. "You say you're thinking about Ella. How's she going to like it when you get killed?""Maybe I won't," Jesse pleaded. "I've got to have some luck sometime.""That's what they all think," Brackett replied scornfully. "When you take this job your luck is a question mark. The only thing certain is that sooner or later you get killed.""Okay then," Jesse shouted back. "But meanwhile I get something, don't I? I can buy a pair of shoes. Look at me! I can buy a suit. I can smoke cigarettes. I can buy some candy f or the kids. I can eat some myself. Yes, by God, I want to eat some candy. I want a glass of beer once a day. I want Ella dressed up. I want her to eat meat three times a week, four times maybe. I want to take my family to the movies."Brackett sat down. "Oh, shut up," he said."No," Jesse told him softly, passionately, "you can't get rid of me. Listen, Tom", he pleaded. "I got it all figured out. On six hundred a month look how much I can save! If I last only three months, look how much it is – a thousand dollars – more! And maybe I'll last longer. Maybe a couple years, I can fix Ella up for life!""You said it," Brackett interposed, "I suppose you think she'll enjoy living when you're on a job like that?""I got it all figured out," Jesse answered excitedly. "She don't know, see? I tell her I make only forty. You put the rest in a bank account for her, Tom."Oh, shut up," Brackett said. "You think you'll be happy? Every minute, waking and sleeping, you'll be wondering if tomorrow you'll be dead."Jesse laughed. "I'll be happy! Don't you worry, I'll be so happy, I'll be singing. Good Lord, Tom, I'm going to feel proud of myself for the first time in seven years!""Oh, shut up, shut up," Brackett said.Again there was silence."Tom, Tom –" Jesse said.Brackett sighed. "Oh," he said finally, "all right, I'll take you on, God help me. If you're ready to drive tonight, you can drive tonight." Jesse didn't answer. He couldn't. Brackett looked up. The tears were running down Jesse's face."Come back here at six o'clock," Brackett said. "Here's some money. Eat a good meal.""Thanks," Jesse said. "Thanks, Tom.""What?""I just –" Jesse stopped. Brackett saw his face.The eyes were still glistening with tears, but the face was shining now.Brackett turned away. "I'm busy," he said.Jesse went out. The whole world seemed to have turned golden. "I'm the happiest man in the world," he whispered to himself. "I'm the happiest man on the whole earth."

Результаты (русский) 3:

джесси считает, что готова заплакать.он ждал тома.том был его шурин.я знал, что он выглядел ужасно.
, правда, они не виделись пять лет; но том выглядел пять лет старше, вот и все.он был по - прежнему тома.боже!он так сильно отличаются?брекета закончил свой телефон.он откинулся в кресле и взглянул на джесси с малымочевидно, голубые глаза, которые были подозрительных и недружелюбный.он был большой человек сорок.он выглядел способным бизнесмена, которые он был.он вычислил джесси с холодным равнодушием, не хотят тратить время на него.
"да?"брекета - внезапно сказал ".чего ты хочешь? "
", я думаю, ты не узнаешь меня, том, - говорит джесси".я джесси фултон.элла посылает вам свою любовь ".
брекета закрывается и подошел к стойке до тех пор, пока они не лицом к лицу. "" да, я верю в то, что ты "брекета говорит, наконец," но ты определенно изменился ".
" боже, это пять лет, не так ли? "джесси сказал, что ".ты только видел меня пару раз, в любом случае.что, если я изменилась?не все? "
"вы все выглядит», - брекета продолжение тихо, в том же" чудо ".ты похудел, я полагаю? "
джесси хранили молчание.ему нужен брекета слишком много риска antagonising его.пауза была увеличена, стало болезненным.брекета покраснел и разразился в извинения.
"войдите.присаживайтесь.господи, парень "- он схватил джесси и пожал ему руку:" я рада видеть вас, не думаю, что что - нибудь еще! "
"все в порядке", - пробормотал, джесси.он сел, наслаждаюсь руку через его кудрявый, спутанные волосы.
"почему ты хромаешь?"
"я наступил на камень; она неровно дырку в ботинке," джесси вытащил его ноги обратно в кресло.ему было стыдно за свою обувь.
брекета его глаза джесси ноги.он знал, что беспокоит мальчика, и он наполнил его сердце с жалостью.
", ну, послушай," брекета начал, "скажи мне кое - что.как элла? "
"о, она хороша," джесси отвечал рассеянно.он мягкий,приятно, а застенчивый голос, который ушел с его мягкой серые глаза.
"и детей?"
"о, они в порядке.ну, знаешь, "джесси добавил, становятся более внимательными," девушка должна носить бандаж.он не может бегать вокруг, вы знаете.но он умный.он рисует картинки и делает что - то, ты знаешь. "
" да ", - сказал брекета."это хорошо. "он не решился.был момент молчания.