- •Voice as an aging, balding man running to fat feels about showing pictures of himself as
- •Very deliberate, and yet tender. There was nothing sly or lecherously lascivious
- •Intelligent. She hadn't fallen all over herself to screw for him or try to hustle (толкать,
- •I don't have the money. No bank would finance me. It takes millions to support a movie."
- •Impossible to avoid in his business and the temptations to which he was continually
- •In the sack (гамак; койка) anyway. You could tell (можно различить, распознать) a girl
- •Voice had gone to hell, his family life had gone to hell. And there had come the day
- •I'll be too hoarse to even talk. Do you think we'll have to fix up much of the stuff we did
- •In fact that was the excuse for the party itself. People would say, "Let's go over to see
- •Voracious [V∂’reı∫∂s] – прожорливый; жадный, ненасытный; plummet – свинцовый
- •Voice imaginable, "This looks like a pretty good movie."
- •I can say Deanna Dunn had me."
- •In the California moonlight. "Fuck you," he said gently, and they both laughed together
- •In had finished his new novel and came west on Johnny's invitation, to talk it over
- •In Sicily at the turn of the century the Mafia was the second government, far more
- •Vito was hidden by relatives and shipped to America. There he was boarded with the
- •Irish and American and abused the workmen in the foulest language, which Vito always
- •Vito was astonished but was careful not to show his astonishment. "Why do we have
- •It was from this experience came his oft-repeated belief that every man has but one
- •Vito Corleone told his wife to take the two children, Sonny and Fredo, down into the
- •Intelligence and courage.
- •Into barrel and handle, two separate pieces. He used a separate air shaft for each. They
- •Vito Corleone asked her gently, "Why do you ask me to help you?"
- •Inquiries about Vito Corleone. He did not wait until the next morning. He knocked on the
- •Imported Italian oil in America, his organization mushroomed (быстро росла;
- •It started casually enough. By this time the Genco Pura Oil Company had a fleet of six
- •Illicit gambling houses that ran poker games, the policy or numbers racket of Harlem.
- •Independent operation.
- •Vito Corleone was a man with vision. All the great cities of America were being torn by
- •It was typical of the young Santino, before he became older and crueler, that he
- •Identification card. "I'm Detective John Phillips from the New York Police Department,"
- •Is looking for him, everybody is looking for him. So far, no luck, so we thought you might
- •I'm just telling her she can get into serious trouble unless she cooperates with us. But
- •In anything so sordid (грязный, низкий, подлый)."
- •If my wife had been as presumptuous (самонадеянный, дерзкий, нахальный
- •In the streets, on playgrounds, etc., in which a rubber ball and a broomstick or the like
- •Virgin Mary with their red-glassed candles flickering on the sideboard, Bonasera lit a
- •Into fresh linen, white gleaming shirt, the black tie, a freshly pressed dark suit, dull black
- •Voice made it a question.
- •In the rear of the building, cut off from the funeral parlor and reception rooms by a
- •Vengeance. He cursed the day his wife and the wife of Don Corleone had become
- •In addition to this Sonny was under the enormous strain of being a marked man. He
- •I'll kill you, you bastard." She rushed at him, kicking and scratching.
- •In them and finally Connie was truly afraid.
- •It was nearly ten o'clock at night when the kitchen phone in Don Corleone's house
- •In front held up their guns now, the man in the darkened tollbooth cut his fire, and
- •It was almost five minutes before Carlo's voice came over the phone, a voice half
- •Inquiries to track down the murderers of my son without my express command. There
- •It looked like nothing could stop the dam from being built and supplies and equipment
- •Institution. Nothing was more calming, more conducive to pure reason, than the
- •Incidence of physical violence of any of the cities controlled by the Families; there had
- •In his empire. The Boston area had too many murders, too many petty wars for power,
- •In a curious way his almost victorious war against the Corleone Family had not won
- •Influence but many of the people who respect my counsel might lose this respect if
- •Into the sea or his ship sink beneath the waves of the ocean, if he should catch a mortal
- •In short, I wish now to live in a fortress. Let me say to you now that I will never go into
- •Important left out. Hagen knew what it was but he knew it was not his place to ask. He
- •Initiated that made the day's happenings no more than a tactical retreat. And there was
- •It was Hagen who brought this case to the attention of the Don at the request of one
- •It loverlike but really to feel her pulse. It was galloping. He'd get her tonight and he'd
- •In the next instant she let out a yell as he brought down the heavy medical volume on
- •It. She found herself quite interested.
- •Innocent?"
- •Inoperable? Then there was other stuff.
- •Valenti, "I think it might be a long wait for you, you'd better leave."
- •Very spoiled guy. Do you think because you're Johnny Fontane you can't get cancer? Or
- •Vendettas or had also emigrated, either to America, Brazil or to some other province on
- •In every emergency. He was their social worker, their district captain ready with a
- •Its eighteen thousand people strung out (to string out – растягивать вереницей) in
- •Interpreters to the military government. This good fortune enabled the Mafia to
- •Intelligence and the polarity of the fair and dark. This was an overwhelming desire for
- •Very big eves, very dark eyes. Do you know a girl like that in the village?"
- •Impressed him even more, made it clear that Michael was the superior of the two men
- •Villa outside Corleone. The wedding feast went on until midnight but bride and groom
- •Into the furnace."
- •It was unheard of for one of the peasant women in Sicily to attempt driving a car. But
- •In her New Hampshire hometown. The first six months after Michael vanished she made
- •Italians liked that supposedly, though Michael had always said he loved her being so
- •Into the bedroom." Kay took a long pull from her drink and smiled at him. "Yes," she said.
- •I won't talk."
- •Its amusement. "But how can you say that?" she said. "Really."
- •Individual. Governments really don't do much for their people, that's what it comes down
- •Valenti's gestures.
- •It was almost fifteen minutes before Jules Segal came into the suite. Johnny noted
- •It was this that made Johnny sore enough to bring Nino his water glass of whiskey.
- •I'd tell them. My voice used to have expression in those days. And they'd smile at me
- •I slice off the other tit. A year after that, I scoop out her insides like you scoop the seeds
- •In tonight with Tom Hagen. Tom said they'll be seeing you, Lucy. You know what it's all
- •Virginia asked. "Everything is going so beautifully for you. I never dreamed you had it in
- •In Nino's suite they found Johnny Fontane sitting on the couch eating breakfast. Jules
- •Inclinations. Had done it because she had asked him to, and that she was the only
- •In hand. And with you gone from here the Barzini and the Tattaglia will be too strong for
- •In the library the three men had relaxed as only people can who have lived years
- •It brought back his childhood in Sicily sixty years ago, brought it back without the terror,
- •Including, of course, the Don's widow. Connie was so overcome with emotion that she
- •Virtue, as well as her dark prettiness.
- •I'll crucify you." He motioned with his flashlight and the youth walked quickly away. Neri
- •In check but had given his nephew warning. "Tommy, you make my sister cry over you
- •It was Pete Clemenza, with his fine nose for good personnel, who brought the Neri
- •I'm getting old, I want to retire, And he comes to me and he says he wants to interfere in
- •Instruct him personally. I don't want to see Tessio at all. Just tell him I'll be ready to go
- •Is wrong now?"
- •Voided itself. Clemenza kept the garrot tight for another few minutes to make sure, then
- •It, but people never forgive themselves and so they would always be dangerous.
In them and finally Connie was truly afraid.
Carlo straddled his legs apart and drank from the bottle. He reached down and
grabbed a chunk (толстый кусок, ломоть) of her pregnant heavy thigh in his hand. He
squeezed very hard, hurting her and making her beg for mercy. "You're fat as a pig," he
said with disgust and walked out of the bedroom.
Thoroughly frightened and cowed, she lay in the bed, not daring to see what her
husband was doing in the other room. Finally she rose and went to the door to peer into
the living room. Carlo had opened a fresh bottle of whiskey and was sprawled on the
sofa. In a little while he would drink himself into sodden (промокший, пропитанный;
отупевший /напр. от усталости, пьянства/) sleep and she could sneak into the kitchen
and call her family in Long Beach. She would tell her mother to send someone out here
to get her. She just hoped Sonny didn't answer the phone, she knew it would be best to
talk to Tom Hagen or her mother.
It was nearly ten o'clock at night when the kitchen phone in Don Corleone's house
rang. It was answered by one of the Don's bodyguards who dutifully turned the phone
over to Connie's mother. But Mrs. Corleone could hardly understand what her daughter
was saying, the girl was hysterical yet trying to whisper so that her husband in the next
room would not hear her. Also her face had become swollen because of the slaps, and
her puffy lips thickened her speech. Mrs. Corleone made a sign to the bodyguard that
he should call Sonny, who was in the living room with Tom Hagen.
Sonny came into the kitchen and took the phone from his mother. "Yeah, Connie," he
said.
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Connie was so frightened both of her husband and of what her brother would do that
her speech became worse. She babbled, "Sonny, just send a car to bring me home, I'll
tell you then, it's nothing, Sonny. Don't you come. Send Tom, please, Sonny. It's
nothing, I just want to come home."
By this time Hagen had come into the room. The Don was already under a sedated
sleep in the bedroom above and Hagen wanted to keep an eye on Sonny in all crises.
The two interior bodyguards were also in the kitchen. Everybody was watching Sonny
as he listened on the phone.
There was no question that the violence in Sonny Corleone's nature rose from some
deep mysterious physical well. As they watched they could actually see the blood
rushing to his heavily corded neck, could see the eyes film with hatred, the separate
features of his face tightening, growing pinched, then his face took on the grayish hue of
a sick man fighting off some sort of death, except that the adrenalin pumping through
his body made his hands tremble. But his voice was controlled, pitched low, as he told
his sister, "You wait there. You just wait there." He hung up the phone.
He stood there for a moment quite stunned with his own rage, then he said, "The
fucking sonofabitch, the fucking sonofabitch." He ran out of the house.
Hagen knew the look on Sonny's face, all reasoning power had left him. At this
moment Sonny was capable of anything. Hagen also knew that the ride into the city
would cool Sonny off, make him more rational. But that rationality might make him even
more dangerous, though the rationality would enable him to protect himself against the
consequences of his rage. Hagen heard the car motor roaring into life and he said to the
two bodyguards, "Go after him."
Then he went to the phone and made some calls. He arranged for some men of
Sonny's regime living in the city to go up to Carlo Rizzi's apartment and get Carlo out of
there. Other men would stay with Connie until Sonny arrived. He was taking a chance
(рисковал), thwarting (thwart – банка на гребной шлюпке; поперечный; to thwart –
перечить; /по/мешать исполнению, /здесь/ раздражая, действуя ему «против
шерсти») Sonny, but he knew the Don would back him up. He was afraid that Sonny
might kill Carlo in front of witnesses. He did not expect trouble from the enemy. The
Five Families had been quiet too long and obviously were looking for peace of some
kind.
By the time Sonny roared out of the mall in his Buick, he had already regained, partly,
his senses. He noted the two bodyguards getting into a car to follow him and approved.
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He expected no danger, the Five Families had quit counterattacking, were not really
fighting anymore.
He had grabbed his jacket in the foyer and there was a gun in a secret dashboard
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the name of a member of his regime, so that he personally could not get into any legal
trouble. But he did not anticipate needing any weapon. He did not even know what he
was going to do with Carlo Rizzi.
Now that he had a chance to think, Sonny knew he could not kill the father of an
unborn child, and that father his sister's husband. Not over a domestic spat (небольшая
ссора; легкий удар, шлепок; to spat – похлопать, пошлепать; побраниться; слегка
поссориться). Except that it was not just a domestic spat. Carlo was a bad guy and
Sonny felt responsible that his sister had met the bastard through him.
The paradox in Sonny's violent nature was that he could not hit a woman and had
never done so. That he could not harm a child or anything helpless. When Carlo had
refused to fight back against him that day, it had kept Sonny from killing him; complete
submission disarmed his violence. As a boy, he had been truly tenderhearted. That he
had become a murderer as a man was simply his destiny.
But he would settle this thing once and for all, Sonny thought, as he headed the Buick
toward the causeway (мостовая, мощеная дорожка, тротуар; дамба, гать) that would
take him over the water from Long Beach to the parkways on the other side of Jones
Beach. He always used this route when he went to New York. There was less traffic.
He decided he would send Connie home with the bodyguards and then he would have
a session with his brother-in-law. What would happen after that he didn't know. If the
bastard had really hurt Connie, he'd make a cripple out of the bastard. But the wind
coming over the causeway, the salty freshness of the air, cooled his anger. He put the
window down all the way.
He had taken the Jones Beach Causeway, as always, because it was usually
deserted this time of night, at this time of year, and he could speed recklessly until he hit
the parkways on the other side. And even there traffic would be light. The release of
driving very fast would help dissipate what he knew was a dangerous tension. He had
already left his bodyguards' car far behind.
The causeway was badly lit, there was not a single car. Far ahead he saw the white
cone of the manned tollbooth (будка для сбора дорожной пошлины: toll).
There were other tollbooths beside it but they were staffed only during the day, for
heavier traffic. Sonny started braking the Buick and at the same time searched his
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pockets for change. He had none. He reached for his wallet, flipped it open with one
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hand and fingered out a bill. He came within the arcade of light and he saw to his mild
surprise a car in the tollbooth slot (щелка, щель, прорезь; /здесь/ узкий проезд возле
будки) blocking it, the driver obviously asking some sort of directions from the toll taker.
Sonny honked (to honk – кричать /о диких гусях/; сигналить /авто/) his horn and the
other car obediently rolled through to let his car slide into the slot.
Sonny handed the toll taker the dollar bill and waited for his change. He was in a hurry
now to close the window. The Atlantic Ocean air had chilled the whole car. But the toll
taker was fumbling with his change; the dumb son of a bitch actually dropped it. Head
and body disappeared as the toll man stooped down in his booth to pick up the money.
At that moment Sonny noticed that the other car had not kept going but had parked a
few feet ahead, still blocking his way. At that same moment his lateral vision caught
sight of another man in the darkened tollbooth to his right. But he did not have time to
think about that because two men came out of the car parked in front and walked
toward him. The toll collector still had not appeared. And then in the fraction of a second
before anything actually happened, Santino Corleone knew he was a dead man. And in
that moment his mind was lucid, drained of all violence, as if the hidden fear finally real
and present had purified him.
Even so, his huge body in a reflex for life crashed against the Buick door, bursting its
lock. The man in the darkened tollbooth opened fire and the shots caught Sonny
Corleone in the head and neck as his massive frame spilled out of the car. The two men