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serenely swollen, her half-closed eyes misty and unseeing with the stultifying languor of desire. 'Caro,' she murmured hoarsely as though from the depths of a tranquil and luxurious trance. 'Ooooh, caro mio.' He stroked her hair. She drove her mouth against his face with savage passion. He licked her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged. He felt himself falling, falling ecstatically in love with her as she kissed him again and again with lips that were steaming and wet and soft and hard, mumbling deep sounds to him adoringly in an incoherent oblivion of rapture, one caressing hand on his back slipping deftly down inside his trouser belt while the other groped secretly and treacherously about on the floor for the bread knife and found it. He saved himself just in time. She still wanted to kill him! He was shocked and astounded by her depraved subteruge as he tore the knife from her grasp and hurled it away. He bounded out of the bed to his feet. His face was agog with befuddlement and disillusion. He did not know whether to dart through the door to freedom or collapse on the bed to fall in love with her and place himself abjectly at her mercy again.
She spared him from doing either by bursting unpredictably into tears. He was stunned again.	Неожиданно она ударилась в слезы и этим поставила Йоссариана в тупик.
This time she wept with no other emotion than grief, profound, debilitating, humble grief, forgetting all about him. Her desolation was pathetic as she sat with her tempestuous, proud, lovely head bowed, her shoulders sagging, her spirit melting. This time there was no mistaking her anguish.	А она плакала от горя, глубокого горя, обессилевшая, покорная, вовсе позабывшая о Йоссариане. Трогательная в своем несчастье, она сидела, низко опустив красивую, гордую, забубенную голову. Плечи ее обмякли, ярость улетучилась. Страдание ее было неподдельным.
Great racking sobs choked and shook her.	Громкие, мучительные рыдания душили и сотрясали ее.
She was no longer aware of him, no longer cared.	Она перестала замечать его, он ее больше не интересовал.
He could have walked from the room safely then.	Теперь он мог уйти без всякого риска.
But he chose to remain and console and help her.	Но он предпочел остаться, чтобы утешить, ее и поддержать.
'Please,' he urged her inarticulately with his arm about her shoulders, recollecting with pained sadness how inarticulate and enfeebled he had felt in the plane coming back from Avignon when Snowden kept whimpering to him that he was cold, he was cold, and all Yossarian could offer him in return was 'There, there. There, there.' 'Please,' he repeated to her sympathetically. 'Please, please.'	- Ну пожалуйста, ну не надо, - беспомощно бормотал он, обняв ее за плечи и вспоминая с тоской и болью, каким беспомощным и слабым он чувствовал себя в самолете, когда они возвращались после налета на Авиньон и Сноуден хныкал: "Мне холодно, мне холодно", а Йоссариан отвечал: "Ну, ну, не надо, ну, ну". И это было все, что он мог тогда придумать. Вот и теперь, когда надо было ей посочувствовать, он только твердил: "Ну пожалуйста, прошу тебя, ну не надо".