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surgeon but if he tries to get into the operating room I suggest you have him arrested for
attempted murder."
Jules started to walk out of the room when Valenti said, "Attaboy (= at-a-boy –
молодец, молодчина), Doc, that's telling him."
Jules whirled around and said, "Do you always get looped (напившийся,
надрызгавшийся /сленг/; loop – петля) before noontime?"
Valenti said, "Sure," and grinned at him and with such good humor that Jules said
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more gently than he had meant to, "You have to figure you'll be dead in five years if you
keep that up."
Valenti was lumbering (to lumber – тяжело, неуклюже двигаться; lumber –
ненужные громоздкие вещи; бревна) up to him with little dancing steps. He threw his
arms around Jules, his breath stank of bourbon. He was laughing very hard. "Five
years?" he asked still laughing. "Is it going to take that long?"
A month after her operation Lucy Mancini sat beside the Vegas hotel pool, one hand
holding a cocktail, the other hand stroking Jules' head, which lay in her lap.
"You don't have to build up your courage," Jules said teasingly. "I have champagne
waiting in our suite."
"Are you sure it's OK so soon?" Lucy asked.
"I'm the doctor," Jules said. "Tonight's the big night. Do you realize I'll be the first
surgeon in medical history who tried out the results of his 'medical first' operation? You
know, the Before and After. I'm going to enjoy writing it up for the journals. Let's see,
'while the Before was distinctly pleasurable for psychological reasons and the
sophistication of the surgeon-instructor, the post-operative coitus was extremely
rewarding strictly for its neurological" – he stopped talking because Lucy had yanked on
his hair hard enough for him to yell with pain.
She smiled down at him. "If you're not satisfied tonight I can really say it's your fault,"
she said.
"I guarantee my work. I planned it even though I just let old Kellner do the manual
labor," Jules said. "Now let's just rest up, we have a long night of research ahead."
When they went up to their suite – they were living together now – Lucy found a
surprise waiting: a gourmet (гурман /франц./ ['gu∂meı]) supper and next to her
champagne glass, a jeweler's box with a huge diamond engagement ring inside it.
"That shows you how much confidence I have in my work," Jules said. "Now let's see
you earn it."
He was very tender, very gentle with her. She was a little scary at first, her flesh
jumping away from his touch but then, reassured, she felt her body building up to a
passion she had never known, and when they were done the first time and Jules
whispered, "I do good work," she whispered back, "Oh, yes, you do; yes, you do." And
they both laughed to each other as they started making love again.
Book 6
Chapter 23
After five months of exile in Sicily, Michael Corleone came finally to understand his
father's character and his destiny. He carne to understand men like Luca Brasi, the
ruthless caporegime Clemenza. his mother's resignation and acceptance of her role.
For in Sicily he saw what they would have been if they had chosen not to struggle
against their fate. He understood why the Don always said, "A man has only one
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destiny." He came to understand the contempt for authority and legal government, the
hatred for any man who broke omerta, the law of silence.
Dressed in old clothes and a billed cap, Michael had been transported from the ship
docked at Palermo to the interior of the Sicilian island, to the very heart of a province
controlled by the Mafia, where the local capo-mafioso was greatly indebted to his father
for some past service. The province held the town of Corleone, whose name the Don
had taken when he emigrated to Arnerica so long ago. But there were no longer any of
the Don's relatives alive. The women had died of old age. All the men had been killed in
vendettas or had also emigrated, either to America, Brazil or to some other province on
the Italian mainland. He was to learn later that this small poverty-stricken town had the
highest murder rate of any place in the world.
Michael was installed as a guest in the home of a bachelor uncle of the capo-mafioso.
The uncle, in his seventies, was also the doctor for the district. The capo-mafioso was a
man in his late fifties named Don Tommasino and he operated as the gabbellotto for a
huge estate belonging to one of Sicily's most noble families. The gabbellotto, a sort of
overseer to the estates of the rich, also guaranteed that the poor would not try to claim
land not being cultivated, would not try to encroach (вторгаться, покушаться на чужие
права) in any way on the estate, by poaching (to poach – браконьерствовать;
незаконно вторгаться в чужие владения) or trying to farm it as squatters
(поселившийся незаконно на незанятой земле; to squat – сидеть на корточках). In
short, the gabbellotto was a mafioso who for a certain sum of money protected the real
estate of the rich from all claims made on it by the poor, legal or illegal. When any poor
peasant tried to implement (выполнять, осуществлять, обеспечивать выполнение)
the law which permitted him to buy uncultivated land, the gabbellotto frightened him off
with threats of bodily harm or death. It was that simple.
Don Tommasino also controlled the water rights in the area and vetoed the local
building of any new dams by the Roman government. Such dams would ruin the
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lucrative business of selling water from the artesian wells he controlled, make water too
cheap, ruin the whole important water economy so laboriously built up over hundreds of
years. However, Don Tommasino was an old-fashioned Mafia chief and would have
nothing to do with dope traffic or prostitution. In this Don Tommasino was at odds with
the new breed of Mafia leaders springing up in big cities like Palermo, new men who,
influenced by American gangsters deported to Italy, had no such scruples.
The Mafia chief was an extremely portly (полный, дородный; представительный)
man, a "man with a belly," literally as well as in the figurative sense that meant a man
able to inspire fear in his fellow men. Under his protection, Michael had nothing to fear,
yet it was considered necessary to keep the fugitive's identity a secret. And so Michael
was restricted to the walled estate of Dr. Taza, the Don's uncle.
Dr. Taza was tall for a Sicilian, almost six feet, and had ruddy cheeks and snow-white
hair. Though in his seventies, he went every week to Palermo to pay his respects to the
younger prostitutes of that city, the younger the better. Dr. Taza's other vice was
reading. He read everything and talked about what he read to his fellow townsmen,
patients who were illiterate peasants, the estate shepherds, and this gave him a local
reputation for foolishness. What did books have to do with them?
In the evenings Dr. Taza, Don Tommasino and Michael sat in the huge garden
populated with those marble statues that on this island seemed to grow out of the
garden as magically as the black heady grapes. Dr. Taza loved to tell stories about the
Mafia and its exploits over the centuries and in Michael Corleone he had a fascinated
listener. There were times when even Don Tommasino would be carried away by the
balmy air, the fruity, intoxicating wine, the elegant and quiet comfort of the garden, and
tell a story from his own practical experience. The doctor was the legend, the Don the
reality.
In this antique garden, Michael Corleone learned about the roots from which his father
grew. That the word "Mafia" had originally meant place of refuge. Then it became the
name for the secret organization that sprang up to fight against the rulers who had
crushed the country and its people for centuries. Sicily was a land that had been more
cruelly raped than any other in history. The Inquisition had tortured rich and poor alike.
The landowning barons and the princes of the Catholic Church exercised absolute
power over the shepherds and farmers. The police were the instruments of their power
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and so identified with them that to be called a policeman is the foulest insult one Sicilian
can hurl (бросать, швырять) at another.
Faced with the savagery of this absolute power, the suffering people learned never to
betray their anger and their hatred for fear of being crushed. They learned never to
make themselves vulnerable by uttering any sort of threat since giving such a warning
insured a quick reprisal (репрессалия). They learned that society was their enemy and
so when they sought redress for their wrongs they went to the rebel underground the
Mafia. And the Mafia cemented its power by originating the law of silence, the omerta.
In the countryside of Sicily a stranger asking directions to the nearest town will not even
receive the courtesy of an answer. And the greatest crime any member of the Mafia
could commit would be to tell the police the name of the man who had just shot him or
done him any kind of injury. Omerta became the religion of the people. A woman whose
husband has been murdered would not tell the police the name of her husband's
murderer, not even of her child's murderer, her daughter's raper.
Justice had never been forthcoming (предстоящий, грядущий; ожидаемый) from the
authorities and so the people had always gone to the Robin Hood Mafia. And to some
extent the Mafia still fulfilled this role. People turned to their local capo-mafioso for help
in every emergency. He was their social worker, their district captain ready with a
basket of food and a job, their protector.
But what Dr. Taza did not add, what Michael learned on his own in the months that
followed, was that the Mafia in Sicily had become the illegal arm of the rich and even
the auxiliary police of the legal and political structure. It had become a degenerate
capitalist structure, anti-communist, anti-liberal, placing its own taxes on every form of
business endeavor no matter how small.
Michael Corleone understood for the first time why men like his father chose to
become thieves and murderers rather than members of the legal society. The poverty
and fear and degradation were too awful to be acceptable to any man of spirit. And in
America some emigrating Sicilians had assumed there would be an equally cruel
authority.
Dr. Taza offered to take Michael into Palermo with him on his weekly visit to the
bordello but Michael refused. His flight to Sicily had prevented him from getting proper
medical treatment for his smashed jaw and he now carried a memento from Captain
McCluskey on the left side of his face. The bones had knitted badly, throwing his profile
askew (криво, косо), giving him the appearance of depravity (порочность,
развращенность [dı'prжvıtı]) when viewed from that side. He had always been vain
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about his looks and this upset him more than he thought possible. The pain that came
and went he didn't mind at all, Dr. Taza gave him some pills that deadened it. Taza
offered to treat his face but Michael refused. He had been there long enough to learn
that Dr. Taza was perhaps the worst physician in Sicily. Dr. Taza read everything but his
medical literature, which he admitted he could not understand. He had passed his
medical exams through the good offices of the most important Mafia chief in Sicily who
had made a special trip to Palermo to confer with Taza's professors about what grades
they should give him. And this too showed how the Mafia in Sicily was cancerous to the
society it inhabited. Merit (заслуга, достоинство) meant nothing. Talent meant nothing.
Work meant nothing. The Mafia Godfather gave you your profession as a gift.
Michael had plenty of time to think things out. During the day he took walks in the
countryside, always accompanied by two of the shepherds attached to Don
Tommasino's estate. The shepherds of the island were often recruited to act as the
Mafia's hired killers and did their job simply to earn money to live. Michael thought about
his father's organization. If it continued to prosper it would grow into what had happened
here on this island, so cancerous that it would destroy the whole country. Sicily was
already a land of ghosts, its men emigrating to every other country on earth to be able
to earn their bread, or simply to escape being murdered for exercising their political and
economic freedoms.
On his long walks the most striking thing in Michael's eyes was the magnificent beauty
of the country; he walked through the orange orchards that formed shady deep caverns
through the countryside with their ancient conduits (трубопровод; акведук ['kondıt])
splashing water out of the fanged (fang – клык) mouths of great snake stones carved
before Christ. Houses built like ancient Roman villas, with huge marble portals and
great vaulted (vault [vo:lt] – свод) rooms, falling into ruins or inhabited by stray
(заблудившееся или отбившееся от стада животное) sheep. On the horizon the
bony hills shone like picked bleached (to bleach – белить, отбеливать; побелеть)
bones piled high. Gardens and fields, sparkly green, decorated the desert landscape
like bright emerald necklaces. And sometimes he walked as far as the town of Corleone,
its eighteen thousand people strung out (to string out – растягивать вереницей) in
dwellings that pitted the side of the nearest mountain, the mean hovels (лачуга,
хибарка ['hov∂l]) built out of black rock quarried (to quarry – добывать камень /из
карьера/; quarry – каменоломня) from that mountain. In the last year there had been
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