Chapter 13 Part Two (3)

That evening, I was gently dragged down by cruel, shoving guards to meet the warden in his sacred office.He looked at me wearily and said, "I think, you don't know who that person was this morning, number 6655321?" Before I could answer yes, he said, "The origin of this person is No less than the Minister of the Interior, he is the new Minister of the Interior, they say the three fires are burning well, uh, this weird new idea is finally being implemented, an order is an order, although I am telling you the truth in private Say, I don't agree. I definitely don't agree. An eye for an eye. When someone hits you, you fight back, don't you? Well, the country has been hit hard by you cruel hooligans, why do you Shouldn't they fight back too? But the new point of view is to say no, it's too unfair to ask us to turn evil into good. Huh?" I pretended to be respectful and very sympathetic to him and said:

"Sir." Standing behind the warden's chair, the burly captain of the guard immediately shouted with a flushed face: "Shut your dirty ass, scum of society." "Okay, okay," said the exhausted warden, "No. 6655321, you're going to be rehabilitated. Tomorrow you go to this Brodsky. They think you only need a little over two weeks." Then you can get out of state custody. After a little more than two weeks, you can go out and go back to the free world again, no longer a number, I think." He snorted at this point, "This prospect Are you satisfied?" I didn't speak, and the captain of the guard shouted:

"Answer, little dirty pig, the warden told you." I said: "Yes, sir, thank you very much, sir, I'm doing my best here, really. I can't thank everyone involved enough." "No need," sighed the warden. "This is not an award for meritorious service. It is far from an award for meritorious service. Here, this form needs to be signed and stamped, stating that you are willing to reduce the rest of your sentence and participate in so-called corrective therapy at the same time. What a ridiculous title. Will you sign it?" " "Of course I'd like to sign," I said. "Thank you very, very much, sir." I got an ink-pencil and wrote a very flowing signature.The warden said:

"Okay. I think that's all." said the captain of the guard: "The Teacher wants to speak to him, sir." I was escorted out, down the aisle, toward the Church of the Wings.A guard shoved my Gulliver and my back all the way, but he was slouching and yawning.I was escorted through the church, and when I reached the teacher's cell, I was wheeled in.The tutor sat at his desk, smelling strongly and distinctly of high-priced cigarettes and scotch.He said: "Ah, Xiao 6655321, please sit down." He said to the guard: "Wait outside?" They went out, and then he said to me sincerely: "Son, there is one thing I want You understand, all of this has nothing to do with me. If it was an expedient measure, I would protest, but this is by no means an expedient measure. It is a matter of my career, and it is a matter of facing the voice of some high-ranking officials in the government. Insignificant question. Did I make things clear?" Not sure wow, guys, but I nodded yes anyway. "There are very difficult moral questions involved," he continued. "You are going to be transformed into a good boy. You will no longer have the desire to engage in violent acts, and you will not disturb the law and order of the country in any way. I hope you can understand it, and I hope you can understand it." I said :

"Oh, it's wonderful to be good and be good, sir." But I laughed about it in my mind, brethren.He said: "It's not necessarily wonderful to be a good person, little six six five five three two one, it may be bad to be a good person, I tell you this, of course I realize the contradiction in it, I know, I want to Spent many sleepless nights about it. What does God want? Does God want good, or is it a choice toward good? Is it better in some way for man to choose evil than to be forced to accept good? Profound Difficult question. However, what I want to tell you now is that if you look back at this era at some point in the future and think of me, the humblest servant of God, I pray that you will not harbor any feelings for me in your heart. Malicious, thinking I have something to do with what is about to happen to you. Speaking of prayers, I sadly realize that there is little point in praying for you. You are about to enter a realm beyond the power of prayer. Things are very, very scary to think about. But, In the sense that you choose to be deprived of the ability to make moral choices, you have chosen the good in disguise. I like to think of it. God forbid, I like to think of it.” Then he started crying, and I Didn't really pay attention, just chuckled inwardly, because you can see, brethren, he's been drinking whiskey, and now he's taking a bottle off the desk shelf, and filling his greasy glass, A big cup.He drank it down and said, "It might all be all right, who knows? God's workings are mysterious." Then he sang the hymn in a very full and loud voice.The door opened and the guards came in and escorted me back to the stinking cell while the teacher was still singing hymns.

Hey, I have to say goodbye to the State Prison the next morning!I feel a little sad, as it always does when one wants to leave a place one is used to.But I'm not flying away, brethren.I was kicked and punched and escorted to the new white building outside the exercise yard. The building was very new and exuded a new, cold smell of paint and glue, which made people shiver.Standing in the horrible, empty hall, I puffed up my sensitive nose and caught a new scent.It smells like a hospital.The person who handed it over to the security office was wearing a white coat and must be from the hospital. He signed for me to accept it, and the vicious guard who escorted me said: "You have to watch this guy, sir, he is vicious, and his bad temper will not change. , though he's good at sucking up to his instructors and reading the Bible." But the new guy had nice blue eyes, and he seemed to smile when he talked.He said:

"Oh, we didn't expect any trouble. We're going to be friends, aren't we?" Smiling with his eyes and big mouth full of shining white teeth, I seemed to like him immediately.Anyway, he handed me over to a junior in a white coat; the gentleman was also very nice, and I was shown to a good white clean bedroom with curtains and bedside lamps and only one bed, yes Made for my humble self.I smiled inwardly, thinking to myself that I was really lucky.I was ordered to take off my dreadful prison clothes, and was given a splendid set of pajamas, my brethren, of pure green, the fashion of the day.I also got a warm dressing gown and lovely slippers so I don't have to walk barefoot.I thought, "Hey, Alexie, old Little 6655321, you're in luck, sure, you're going to like it here."

I had a nice cup of real coffee, and I drank it and read the paper and magazines, and then this first man in the white coat came in, the guy who signed for me, and he said, "Aha, look at you," talking The content is really stupid, but the tone is not stupid, this is a very nice man, "My name is Dr. Branon," he said, "I am Dr. Brodsky's assistant. Please allow me to give you a brief routine medical examination ’” He pulled a stethoscope from his right pocket. "We gotta make sure you're in good health, don't we? By the way, make sure." I took off my pajama top and lay down, and he went through the steps, and I said:

"Sir, what kind of therapy are you preparing?" "Oh," said Dr. Branon, running the cold stethoscope down my spine, "simple, really. We'll just show you movies." "Movie?!" I couldn't believe my ears; brothers, you can understand. "You mean," I asked, "it's like going to the movies?" "It's a special movie," said Dr. Brannon. "It's a very special movie. The first show will be played this afternoon. That's right," he straightened up as he leaned over to check, "You look healthy, maybe a little malnourished. It must be caused by the prison. Put on your coat. Every time after dinner," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, "you'll have an injection in your arm, and everything will be all right." I'm very grateful to the kind Dr. Brannon.Between me:

"Sir, are they vitamins?" "Almost," he said with a very kind and friendly smile. "Only one shot after a meal." Then he left.I lay in bed and thought, what a paradise here!I read some of the magazines they gave - World Sport, Cinema, Goal.I lay flat on the bed, closed my eyes and imagined how nice it would be to go out again.Alex works lighthearted jobs during the day, I'm over school age now, and at night I have to gather a new gang, and the first thing to do is to find Dim and Peter, if they haven't been caught yet go.I'm going to play it safe this time lest I get caught, they're going to give me another chance after my murder and they went out of their way to show me a bunch of movies that made me change course, it's not fair to get caught again Well, I laughed at the innocence of the crowd, and I was still laughing when they brought lunch on a tray, and the man who brought me to the cubicle said:

"It's nice to know someone is happy." What they had on the tray was appetizing - two or three slices of roast beef, with mashed potatoes and vegetables, plus ice cream, a cup of hot tea, and even a cigarette, matchbox There is a match in it.Looking at it this way, it really looks like life, brothers.About half an hour later, I was half asleep on the bed, and the female nurse came in, a very beautiful girl with tall and straight breasts, I hadn’t seen it for two years, she brought a plate and an injection set.I say: "Ah, it's vitamins, right?" I smacked my lips at her, but she ignored it.She just sticks the needle in my left arm and the vitamins and stuff sizzles in.Then she went out, her high heels clicking.I was quite surprised when I saw a white coat that looked like a male nurse coming in, pushing a wheelchair.I say: "What's the matter, brother? I'm sure I can walk, wherever I go." But he said: "Better I push you." Truly, brethren, I found myself a little weak when I got out of bed.That's what Dr. Branon called malnutrition, all because of bad prison food.However, a vitamin shot after dinner will cure me.There is no doubt about it, I think.