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| Luciana vanished aboard one of the diminutive green vehicles, and Yossarian hurried as fast as he could all the way back to the cabaret and the bleary-eyed bleached blonde in the open orange satin blouse. She seemed infatuated with Aarfy, but he prayed intensely for her luscious aunt as he ran, or for a luscious girl friend, sister, cousin, or mother who was just as libidinous and depraved. She would have been perfect for Yossarian, a debauched, coarse, vulgar, amoral, appetizing slattern whom he had longed for and idolized for months. | Лючана укатила в облезлом зеленом драндулете, а Йоссариан изо всех сил поднажал обратно в кабаре к волоокой химической блондинке в оранжевой сатиновой блузке. |
| She was a real find. | Вот уж действительно находка! |
| She paid for her own drinks, and she had an automobile, an apartment and a salmon-colored cameo ring that drove Hungry Joe clean out of his senses with its exquisitely carved figures of a naked boy and girl on a rock. | Она сама платила за вино, у нее были свой автомобиль, квартира и перстень с камеей цвета лососины. Эта камея с изящно вырезанными фигурками обнаженного юноши и девушки доводила Заморыша Джо до исступления. |
| Hungry Joe snorted and pranced and pawed at the floor in salivating lust and groveling need, but the girl would not sell him the ring, even though he offered her all the money in all their pockets and his complicated black camera thrown in. She was not interested in money or cameras. She was interested in fornication. | Девица не соглашалась продать ему перстень, хотя он предлагал ей отдать все, что у всех у них было в карманах, плюс свой мудреный фотоаппарат в придачу. |
| She was gone when Yossarian got there. | Когда Йоссариан вернулся, ее уже не было. |
| They were all gone, and he walked right out and moved in wistful dejection through the dark, emptying streets. | Никого не было. Йоссариан тут же покинул клуб и в глубоком унынии побрел по темным опустевшим улицам. |
| Yossarian was not often lonely when he was by himself, but he was lonely now in his keen envy of Aarfy, who he knew was in bed that very moment with the girl who was just right for Yossarian, and who could also make out any time he wanted to, if he ever wanted to, with either or both of the two slender, stunning, aristocratic women who lived in the apartment upstairs and fructified Yossarian's sex fantasies whenever he had sex fantasies, the beautiful rich black-haired countess with the red, wet, nervous lips and her beautiful rich black-haired daughter-in-law. Yossarian was madly in love with all of them as he made his way back to the officers' apartment, in love with Luciana, with the prurient intoxicated girl in the unbuttoned satin blouse, and with the beautiful rich countess and her beautiful rich daughter-in-law, both of whom would never let him touch them or even flirt with them. They doted kittenishly on Nately and deferred passively to Aarfy, but they thought Yossarian was crazy and recoiled from him with distasteful contempt each time he made an indecent proposal or tried to fondle them when they passed on the stairs. |