"The Godfather" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mario Puzo)

So that was what he wanted to do. Hagen noticed the change in Don Corleone. The Don received Brasi as a king greets a subject who has done him an enormous service, never familiar but with regal respect. With every gesture, with every word, Don Corleone made it clear to Luca Brasi that he was valued. Not for one moment did he show surprise at the wedding gift being presented to him personally. He understood.

The money in the envelope was sure to be more than anyone else had given. Brasi had spent many hours deciding on the sum, comparing it to what the other guests might offer. He wanted to be the most generous to show that he had the most respect, and that was why he had given his envelope to the Don personally, a gaucherie the Don overlooked in his own flowery sentence of thanks. Hagen saw Luca BrasiтАЩs face lose its mask of fury, swell with pride and pleasure. Brasi kissed the DonтАЩs hand before he went out the door that Hagen held open. Hagen prudently gave Brasi a friendly smile which the squat man acknowledged with a polite stretching of rubbery, veal-colored lips.

When the door closed Don Corleone gave a small sigh of relief. Brasi was the only man in the world who could make him nervous. The man was like a natural force, not truly subject to control. He had to be handled as gingerly as dynamite. The Don shrugged. Even dynamite could be exploded harmlessly if the need arose. He looked questioningly at Hagen. тАЬIs Bonasera the only one left?тАЭ

Hagen nodded. Don Corleone frowned in thought, then said, тАЬBefore you bring him in, tell Santino to come here. He should learn some things.тАЭ

Out in the garden, Hagen searched anxiously for Sonny Corleone. He told the waiting Bonasera to be patient and went over to Michael Corleone and his girl friend. тАЬDid you see Sonny around?тАЭ he asked. Michael shook his head. Damn, Hagen thought, if Sonny was screwing the maid of honor all this time there was going to be a mess of trouble. His wife, the young girlтАЩs family; it could be a disaster. Anxiously he hurried to the entrance through which he had seen Sonny disappear almost a half hour ago.

Seeing Hagen go into the house, Kay Adams asked Michael Corleone, тАЬWho is he? You introduced him as your brother but his name is different and he certainly doesnтАЩt look Italian.тАЭ

тАЬTom lived with us since he was twelve years old,тАЭ Michael said. тАЬHis parents died and he was roaming around the streets with this bad eye infection. Sonny brought him home one night and he just stayed. He didnтАЩt have anyplace to go. He lived with us until he got married.тАЭ

Kay Adams was thrilled. тАЬThatтАЩs really romantic,тАЭ she said. тАЬYour father must be a warmhearted person. To adopt somebody just like that when he had so many children of his own.тАЭ.

Michael didnтАЩt bother to point out that immigrant Italians considered four children a small family. He merely said, тАЬTom wasnтАЩt adopted. He just lived with us.тАЭ

тАЬOh,тАЭ Kay said, then asked curiously, тАЬwhy didnтАЩt you adopt him?тАЭ

Michael laughed. тАЬBecause my father said it would be disrespectful for Tom to change his name. Disrespectful to his own parents.тАЭ

They saw Hagen shoo Sonny through the French door into the DonтАЩs office and then crook a finger at Amerigo Bonasera. тАЬWhy do they bother your father with business on a day like this?тАЭ Kay asked.

Michael laughed again. тАЬBecause they know that by tradition no Sicilian can refuse a request on his daughterтАЩs wedding day. And no Sicilian ever lets a chance like that go by.тАЭ



Lucy Mancini lifted her pink gown off the floor and ran up the steps. Sonny CorleoneтАЩs heavy Cupid face, redly obscene with winey lust, frightened her, but she had teased him for the past week to just this end. In her two college love affairs she had felt nothing and neither of them lasted more than a week. Quarreling, her second lover had mumbled something about her being тАЬtoo big down there.тАЭ Lucy had understood and for the rest of the school term had refused to go out on any dates.

During the summer, preparing for the wedding of her best friend, Connie Corleone, Lucy heard the whispered stories about Sonny. One Sunday afternoon in the Corleone kitchen, SonnyтАЩs wife Sandra gossiped freely. Sandra was a coarse, good-natured woman who had been born in Italy but brought to America as a small child. She was strongly built with great breasts and had already borne three children in five years of marriage. Sandra and the other women teased Connie about the terrors of the nuptial bed. тАЬMy God,тАЭ Sandra had giggled, тАЬwhen I saw that pole of SonnyтАЩs for the first time and realized he was going to stick it into me, I yelled bloody murder. After the first year my insides felt as mushy as macaroni boiled for an hour. When I heard he was doing the job on other girls I went to church and lit a candle.тАЭ

They had all laughed but Lucy had felt her flesh twitching between her legs.

Now as she ran up the steps toward Sonny a tremendous flash of desire went through her body. On the landing Sonny grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall into an empty bedroom. Her legs went weak as the door closed behind them. She felt SonnyтАЩs mouth on hers, his lips tasting of burnt tobacco, bitter. She opened her mouth. At that moment she felt his hand come up beneath her bridesmaidтАЩs gown, heard the rustle of material giving way, felt his large warm hand between her legs, ripping aside the satin panties to caress her vulva. She put her arms around his neck and hung there as he opened his trousers. Then he placed both hands beneath her bare buttocks and lifted her. She gave a little hop in the air so that both her legs were wrapped around his upper thighs. His tongue was in her mouth and she sucked on it. He gave a savage thrust that banged her head against the door. She felt something bumming pass between her thighs. She let her right hand drop from his neck and reached down to guide him. Her hand closed around an enormous, blood-gorged pole of muscle. It pulsated in her hand like an animal and almost weeping with grateful ecstasy she pointed it into her own wet, turgid flesh. The thrust of its entering, the unbelievable pleasure made her gasp, brought her legs up almost around his neck, and then like a quiver, her body received the savage arrows of his lightning-like thrusts; innumerable, torturing; arching her pelvis higher and higher until for the first time in her life. she reached a shattering climax, felt his hardness break and then the crawly flood of semen over her thighs. Slowly her legs relaxed from around his body, slid down until they reached the floor. They leaned against each other, out of breath.

It might have been going on for some time but now they could hear the soft knocking on the door. Sonny quickly buttoned his trousers, meanwhile blocking the door so that it could not be opened. Lucy frantically smoothed down her pink gown, her eyes flickering, but the thing that had given her so much pleasure was hidden inside sober black cloth. Then they heard Tom HagenтАЩs voice, very low, тАЬSonny, you in there?тАЭ

Sonny sighed with relief. He winked at Lucy. тАЬYeah, Tom, what is it?тАЭ

HagenтАЩs voice, still low, said, тАЬThe Don wants you in his office. Now.тАЭ They could hear his footsteps as he walked away. Sonny waited for a few moments, gave Lucy a hard kiss on the lips, and then slipped out the door after Hagen.

Lucy combed her hair. She checked her dress and pulled around her garter straps. Her body felt bruised, her lips pulpy and tender. She went out the door and though she felt the sticky wetness between her thighs she did not go to the bathroom to wash but ran straight on down the steps and into the garden. She took her seat at the bridal table next to Connie, who exclaimed petulantly, тАЬLucy, where were you? You look drunk. Stay beside me now.тАЭ

The blond groom poured Lucy a glass of wine and smiled knowingly. Lucy didnтАЩt care. She lifted the grapey, dark red juice to her parched mouth and drank. She felt the sticky wetness between her thighs and pressed her legs together. Her body was trembling. Over the glass rim, as she drank, her eyes searched hungrily to find Sonny Corleone. There was no one else she cared to see. Slyly she whispered in ConnieтАЩs ear, тАЬOnly a few hours more and youтАЩll know what itтАЩs all about.тАЭ Connie giggled. Lucy demurely folded her hands on the table, treacherously triumphant, as if she had stolen a treasure from the bride.



Amerigo Bonasera followed Hagen into the corner room of the house and found Don Corleone sitting behind a huge desk. Sonny Corleone was standing by the window, looking out into the garden. For the first time that afternoon the Don behaved coolly. He did not embrace the visitor or shake hands. The sallow-faced undertaker owed his invitation to the fact that his wife and the wife of the Don were the closest of friends. Amerigo Bonasera himself was in severe disfavor with Don Corleone.