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accessory to murder. If it came out, he would spend years in jail. His daughter and wife
would be disgraced, his good name, the respected name of Amerigo Bonasera,
dragged through the bloody mud of the Mafia war.
He indulged himself (позволил себе) by smoking another Camel. And then he
thought of something even more terrifying. When the other Mafia Families found out that
he had aided the Corleones they would treat him as an enemy. They would murder him.
And now he cursed the day he had gone to the Godfather and begged for his
vengeance. He cursed the day his wife and the wife of Don Corleone had become
friends. He cursed his daughter and America and his own success. And then his
optimism returned. It could all go well. Don Corleone was a clever man. Certainly
everything had been arranged to keep the secret. He had only to keep his nerve. For of
course the one thing more fatal than any other was to earn the Don's displeasure.
He heard tires on gravel. His practiced ear told him a car was coming through the
narrow driveway and parking in the back yard. He opened the rear door to let them in.
The huge fat man, Clemenza, entered, followed by two very rough-looking young
fellows. They searched the rooms without saying a word to Bonasera, then Clemenza
went out. The two young men remained with the undertaker.
A few moments later Bonasera recognized the sound of a heavy ambulance coming
through the narrow driveway. Then Clemenza appeared in the doorway followed by two
men carrying a stretcher (носилки; to stretch –
Amerigo Bonasera's worst fears were realized. On the stretcher was a corpse swaddled
(to swaddle – пеленать, свивать /младенца/) in a gray blanket but with bare yellow
feet sticking out the end.
Clemenza motioned the stretcher-bearers into the embalming room. And then from
the blackness of the yard another man stepped into the lighted office room. It was Don
Corleone.
The Don had lost weight during his illness and moved with a curious stiffness. He was
holding his hat in his hands and his hair seemed thin over his massive skull. He looked
older, more shrunken than when Bonasera had seen him at the wedding, but he still
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radiated power. Holding his hat against his chest, he said to Bonasera, "Well, old friend,
are you ready to do me this service?"
Bonasera nodded. The Don followed the stretcher into the embalming room and
Bonasera trailed after him. The corpse was on one of the guttered (gutter –
водосточный желоб, сточная канавка) tables. Don Corleone made a tiny gesture with
his hat and the other men left the room.
Bonasera whispered, "What do you wish me to do?"
Don Corleone was staring at the table. "I want you to use all your powers, all your skill,
as you love me," he said. "I do not wish his mother to see him as he is." He went to the
table and drew down the gray blanket. Amerigo Bonasera against all his will, against all
his years of training and experience, let out a gasp of horror. On the embalming table
was the bullet-smashed face of Sonny Corleone. The left eye drowned in blood had a
star fracture (трещина,
bridge of his nose and left cheekbone were hammered into pulp.
For one fraction of a second the Don put out his hand to support himself against
Bonasera's body. "See how they have massacred my son," he said.
Chapter 19
Perhaps it was the stalemate that made Sonny Corleone embark on the bloody
course of attrition (трение, изнашивание от трения; истощение, изнурение) that
ended in his own death. Perhaps it was his dark violent nature given full rein. In any
case, that spring and summer he mounted senseless raids on enemy auxiliaries
(auxiliary [o:g’ziljri] – вспомогательный; помощник). Tattaglia Family pimps (pimp –
сводник, сутенер) were shot to death in Harlem, dock goons (goon – головорез,
наемный бандит) were massacred. Union officials who owed allegiance to the Five
Families were warned to stay neutral, and when the Corleone bookmakers and shylocks
were still barred from the docks, Sonny sent Clemenza and his regime to wreak (давать
выход, волю чувству [ri:k], to wreak vengeance upon one’s enemy – отомстить врагу)
havoc (опустошение, разрушение ['hжvk]) upon the long shore.
This slaughter was senseless because it could not affect the outcome of the war.
Sonny was a brilliant tactician and won his brilliant victories. But what was needed was
the strategical genius of Don Corleone. The whole thing degenerated into such a deadly
guerrilla war that both sides found themselves losing a great deal of revenue and lives
to no purpose. The Corleone Family was finally forced to close down some of its most