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sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk: LIEBERMAN IN LOVE As soon as he entered the airport terminal, a beautiful Hawaiian girl appeared and slipped a lei of waxen orchids over the head of Lieberman, age 52, a land developer from Denver, Colorado, a widower for almost two years, lonely unto death. As he accepted the lei, Lieberman bent his long form to allow the girl to kiss him on the cheek, all the time thinking that Honolulu had to be one of the loneliest cities in the world. Across the whole island of Oahu brightly dressed tourists fluttered like flags in a breeze. But, thought Lieberman, flags are lonely objects, bright though they may be, always separated from their contemporaries, each snapping briskly in the wind, each alone. Alliances formed in Hawaii were of necessity short, often both harried and hurried. Women who lived in the islands permanently did not want to be bothered with tourists; other tourists were, like Lieberman, desperate for contact of any kind. But there were always planes to catch; one-week tours were ending. You could only stand to visit the Polynesian Cultural Center or take a moonlight cruise so many times, he thought. Lieberman was a good-looking man with a full head of iron-gray hair. He golfed, swam and jogged regularly; he traveled sufficiently to keep a dark summer tan all year round. His trimmed beard and deepset eyes were black and contrasted sharply with his almost white hair. Lieberman fancied that he looked like a magician. His life since his wife's death had been miserable. She had always worked beside him, was as responsible for their financial success as he was. He had lost not only his lover of 25 years, but his best friend and business partner. His sons, both of whom worked in the business-- actually they had made all the major decisions since his wife died-- appeared to have written him off, acted as if he had suddenly become untrustworthy, seemed to expect him to join their mother in death momentarily. After observing an appropriate period of mourning, Lieberman had not lacked for female company. But what he longed for was to be in love. His friends' wives introduced him to their friends; he found himself being asked out to dinner three and four times a week. But his dates were usually wilted women with squeezed, bitter faces and thin hands--women who drank too much and spent most of the evening maligning, rightly or wrongly, the husbands who had abandoned them to the world. Or else they were widows who spent the entire night extolling the virtues of their dead spouse. 'Ihese types usually had a large studio portrait of the deceased beside their bed. More than once while making love, Lieberman looked up to catch the eye of the corpse. "Oy, Harry never did that," one of them might say. Or, "I wish you had known Harry, you could have taught him a few tricks." He occasionally dated one of the younger women who worked for his company or one that he met at one of the several private clubs he belonged to, but younger women, at least these upwardly mobile ones, wanted to go dancing, or skiing, or wanted to eat in restaurants that didn't serve real food, but supposedly healthful concoctions at 20 dollars a plate that looked like algae and tasted like bicycle tires. Lieberman wanted an intelligent, attractive younger woman who liked steak and candlelight, quiet music and sex. He got so tired of the chase, of boring evenings rehashing his life story for the twentieth time in a month, that he settled for satisfying his sexual needs with prostitutes, both in Denver and when he was traveling. In Honolulu, after a number of failures, he discontinued contact with any of the numerous escort services, which took up a whole small section in the Yellow Pages. He liked to walk the Kalakaua strip, breathing the soft, late-evening air, and make his choice from the many young women who discreetly and not so discreetly offered their services. Lieberman often talked to several women before selecting one, negotiating a price, then hailing a taxi to take them to his hotel.
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LIBERMAN VLIuBLEN Tol'ko chto perestupiv porog aeroportnogo terminala, Libermanu, 52-letnemu zastroishchiku iz Denvera, shtat Kolorado, ovdovevshemu pochti dva goda nazad i umiravshemu ot odinochestva, prekrasnaia gavaiskaia devushka nabrosila na sheiu girliandu iz voskovykh orkhidei. Prinimaia ozherel'e, Liberman nagnul svoiu vysokuiu figuru, chtoby devushka mogla potselovat' ego v shcheku, i pri etom dumal, chto Gonolulu naverniaka odin iz samykh odinokikh gorodov v mire. Po vsemu ostrovu Oakhu veselo perelivalis' iarkimi kraskami odetye turisty, slovno flagi na vetru. Odnako, Liberman podumal, chto flagi -- eto odinokie predmety: khot' oni i iarkie, no vsegda odinoki, kazhdyi iz nikh melko trepeshchet na vetre v svoem uedinenii. Sviazi, skladyvaiushchiesia na Gavaiiakh, kak pravilo, korotki, chasto omiraiut toroplivo i suetlivo. Zhenshchinam, postoianno zhivushchim na ostrovakh, ne khochetsia sviazyvat'sia s turistami; drugie turisty, podobno Libermanu, otchaianno ishchut liubogo kontakta. No vot samolety nuzhno uspet', odnonedel'nye tury podkhodiat k kontsu. Skol'ko raz mozhno poseshchat' Polineziiskii kul'turnyi tsentr ili otpravliat'sia v polnochnyi kruiz, dumal on. Liberman byl privlekatel'nym muzhchinoi s gustymi zhelezno-serymi volosami. On reguliarno igral v gol'f, plaval i begal trustsoi; puteshestvoval nastol'ko chasto, chto ego kozha nosila letnii zagar kruglyi god. Ego akkuratnaia boroda i gluboko posazhennye chernye glaza rezko kontrastirovali s pochti belymi volosami. Liberman nravilsia sam sebe, schital, chto pokhozh na maga. Ego zhizn' posle smerti zheny byla neschastnoi. Ona vsegda rabotala riadom s nim i byla otvetstvenna za ikh finansovyi uspekh ne men'she, chem on sam. On poterial ne tol'ko liubimuiu zhenu 25 let, no i luchshego druga i partnera po biznesu. Ego synov'ia, oba rabotavshie v biznese i na samom dele prinimavshie vse krupnye resheniia s momenta smerti zheny, veli sebia tak, slovno on vdrug stal nenadezhnym, ozhidali, chto on skoro posleduet za ikh mater'iu v mogilu. Posle sobliudeniia prilichnogo perioda traura u Libermana ne bylo nedostatka v zhenskom vnimanii. No on toskoval po liubvi. Zheny ego druzei znakomili ego so svoimi podrugami; ego chasto priglashali na uzhin tri-chetyre raza v nedeliu. No ego svidaniiami chashche vsego byli uviadshie zhenshchiny s osunuvshimisia gor'kimi litsami i khudymi rukami -- zhenshchiny, kotorye mnogo pili i bol'shuiu chast' vechera potchevali (spravedlivo ili net) muzhei, brosivshikh ikh na proizvol sud'by. Ili eto byli vdovy, kotorye vsiu noch' voskhvaliali kachestva ikh pokoinykh suprugov. U takikh tipov chasto riadom s krovat'iu visel bol'shoi portret usopshego. Bolee chem odnazhdy, zanimaias' liubov'iu, Liberman videl, kak na nego smotriat mertvye glaza. "Oi, Garri tak ne umel", - mogla skazat' odna iz nikh. Ili: "Zhal', chto ty ne znal Garri, mog by nauchit' ego parochke fokusov". Inogda on vstrechalsia s odnoi iz molodykh zhenshchin, kotorye rabotali na ego kompaniiu, ili kogo-to, kogo vstretil v odnom iz neskol'kikh chastnykh klubov, v kotorykh on sostoial, no molodye zhenshchiny, po krainei mere eti kar'eristki, khoteli tantsevat' ili na lyzhi, ili khodit' v restorany, gde ne podavali nastoiashchuiu edu, a predlagali kakie-to iakoby zdorovye bliuda po 20 dollarov za tarelku, kotorye vygliadeli kak vodorosli i na vkus napominali velosipednye shiny. Liberman mechtal ob umnoi, krasivoi, molodoi zhenshchine, kotoraia liubila steiki i svechi, spokoinuiu muzyku i seks. On tak ustal ot pogoni, ot utomitel'nykh vecherov, beskonechnykh razgovorov o svoei istorii zhizni v dvadtsatyi raz za mesiats, chto predpochel udovletvoriat' svoi seksual'nye potrebnosti s prostitutkami, kak v Denvere, tak i vo vremia puteshestvii. V Gonolulu, posle neskol'kikh neudach, on prekratil obrashchat'sia k mnogochislennym eskort-uslugam, kotorye zanimali tselyi malen'kii razdel v Zheltykh stranitsakh. Emu nravilos' guliat' po ulitse Kalakaua, vdykhaia miagkii vechernii vozdukh, i delat' svoi vybor iz mnozhestva molodykh zhenshchin, kotorye diskretno i ne ochen' predlagali svoi uslugi. Liberman chasto razgovarival s neskol'kimi zhenshchinami, prezhde chem vybirat' odnu, dogovarivat'sia o tsene, a zatem vyzyvat' taksi, chtoby dovesti ikh do ego otelia.
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sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk: His experiences with the escort services were that they seemed to send whatever girl happened to be available, paying no attention to the height, weight, or coloring he had specifically requested. He had a number of unpleasant experiences--women appeared at his door, who, though young and attractive, were not sexually appealing to him. He had particular difficulty with a tall, toothsome Filipino girl, who was insulted even after Lieberman paid her full fee and tipped her handsomely. "I earn my money, okay?" she said several times, leaning against the inside of his hotel room door. "Why you no like me? I'm clean. See doctor alia time. You no have to look at me. Lie down, think about girlfriend. I do you good, okay?" Another time a combative Samoan woman made serious threats against his person after he declined her services, though he paid her in full. On other occasions he made love to women who displeased him in some minor way. They were too thin, or had scratchy voices, or had shaved their pubic hair, something he particularly disliked. It took him two weeks to make what he considered a suitable contact. He spotted her standing on the sidewalk in front of a Mrs. Fields cookie shop, on Kaiulani Street. She was staring boldly at passersby, nibbling a chocolate-fudge cookie, wearing a knee-length brown leather skirt, a white haltertop, and white high heels; she was blue-eyed with reddish-blond hair expertly styled. She has a mind of her own, Lieberman thought, and she radiates sexuality. "Hi," said Lieberman, stopping directly in front of her. The girl, Shaleen, eyed him up and down, licked cookie crumbs from her lips, said nothing. "So how's business?" asked Lieberman. "How do you know I'm not somebody's expensive wife who just walked around the corner from her suite at the Hyatt to buy a cookie and take in some night air?" "That's exactly who I assumed you were," said Lieberman, bowing slightly. "I also assumed you were a woman looking for excitement." "And you're a man looking for excitement?" Lieberman nodded. "Do you have any idea how I hate being cutesy like this?" said Shaleen. Lieberman smiled. "So do I," he said. "'Ihe kind of excitement you have in mind, with the kind of woman you have in mind, costs," said Shaleen. "It costs what it costs," said Lieberman. "We can get a cab at the Princess Kaiulani. We'll go to your hotel," said Shaleen. Shaleen was what Lieberman was looking for, an accomplished lover, an intelligent companion, a woman with both common and business sense. Early in their acquaintance, as soon as Shaleen decided that she would allow Lieberman to become a steady customer, Shaleen set down guidelines. "I don't think you're the type to get all foolish over a working girl, but let's get a few things straight just in case. First of all, I don't have a heart of gold. I'm a businesswoman. I'm not a lesbian and I was never sexually abused. I come from a perfectly normal, middle-class family. I do what I do for the money, and for the excitement. "You know what I did after my first month on the street? I flew to Switzerland and opened myself a bank account--pretty smart for an 18-ycar-old, wouldn't you say? I've sent a little envelope of cash off in the mail every few days ever since. I'm 27 years old, Lieberman, I don't do drugs, I don't have an old man, I don't drink myself senseless like most chicks in this business. Most whores give away their money because they feel guilty about how they earned it, well not me. I don't feel guilty and 1 bet I'm worth more than you were at 27, maybe even more than you are now."
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Opyt Libermana s eskort-uslugami byl takov: kazalos', emu otpravliali tu devushku, kotoraia sluchaino okazyvalas' svobodna, ne obrashchaia vnimaniia na rost, ves ili tsvet volos, kotorye on iavno ukazyval. Sluchalis' nepriiatnye momenty -- k dveri ego nomera podkhodili zhenshchiny, kotorye, khot' i byli molody i privlekatel'ny, ne vyzyvali u nego seksual'nogo vlecheniia. On osobenno trudno vosprinial vysokuiu simpatichnuiu filippinku, kotoraia obidelas', dazhe kogda Liberman zaplatil ei polnyi gonorar i shchedro chaevye. <<Ia zarabotala svoi den'gi, khorosho?>> -- neskol'ko raz povtorila ona, prislonivshis' k dveri ego nomera v otele. <<Pochemu ty ne khochesh' menia? Ia chistaia. Vse vremia khozhu k vrachu. Tebe dazhe na menia smotret' ne nuzhno. Liazh', podumai o podruzhke. Ia khorosho s toboi zaimus', khorosho?>> V drugoi raz voinstvenno nastroennaia samoanka ser'ezno ugrozhala emu posle togo, kak on otkazalsia ot eio uslug, khotia i oplatil ikh v polnom ob'eme. Inogda on zanimalsia liubov'iu s zhenshchinami, kotorye chem-to ego ne ustraivali. Oni byli slishkom khudy ili s razdrazhaiushchim golosom, ili brili svoi lobkovye volosy -- to, chto on osobenno ne liubil. Na poiski togo, kogo on schital podkhodiashchei, ushlo dve nedeli. On zametil eio na trotuare pered magazinom pechen'ia Mrs. Fields na ulitse Kaiulani. Ona smelo smotrela na prokhodiashchikh mimo, poedaia shokoladnoe pechen'e i odetaia v korichnevuiu kozhanuiu iubku do kolena, belyi top i belye tufli na vysokom kabluke; u neio byli golubye glaza i ryzhevato-blondinistye volosy, akkuratno ulozhennye. U neio svoe sobstvennoe mnenie, Liberman podumal, i ona izluchaet seksual'nost'. <<Privet>>, -- skazal Liberman, ostanovivshis' priamo pered nei. Devushka, Shalin, otsenivaia ego s golovy do nog, obliznula kroshki pechen'ia so svoikh gub i nichego ne otvetila. <<Nu kak, delo idet?>> -- sprosil Liberman. <<Otkuda ty znaesh', chto ia ne ch'ia-to dorogaia zhena, kotoraia prosto vyshla iz svoego nomera v Hyatt, chtoby kupit' pechen'e i podyshat' nochnym vozdukhom?>> <<Imenno takoi ia tebia i predpolozhil,>> -- skazal Liberman, slegka klaniaias'. <<Ia takzhe predpolozhil, chto ty zhenshchina, ishchushchaia prikliuchenii>>. <<A ty muzhchina v poiske prikliuchenii?>> Liberman kivnul. <<Ty ponimaesh', kak mne nadoelo byt' miloi takim obrazom?>> -- skazala Shalin. Liberman ulybnulsia. <<I mne tozhe,>> -- skazal on. <<Tot vid prikliuchenii, kotorye u tebia na ume, s tem tipom zhenshchiny, kotorogo ty predstavliaesh', stoit deneg,>> -- skazala Shalin. <<Eto stoit stol'ko, skol'ko stoit,>> -- skazal Liberman. <<My mozhem poimat' taksi u otelia Printsess Kaiulani. Poedem k tebe v otel',>> -- skazala Shalin. Shalin byla tem, chto iskal Liberman -- iskusnaia liubovnitsa, umnaia sputnitsa, zhenshchina s zhiteiskim i biznes-chut'em. V nachale ikh znakomstva, kak tol'ko Shalin reshila, chto pozvolit Libermanu stat' eio postoiannym klientom, ona izlozhila pravila. <<Ne dumaiu, chto ty sklonen stanovit'sia glupym iz-za rabotaiushchei devushki, no na vsiakii sluchai davai proiasnim neskol'ko momentov. Vo-pervykh, u menia net zolotogo serdtsa. Ia biznes-ledi. Ia ne lesbiianka i menia nikogda ne seksual'no nasilovali. Ia iz absoliutno normal'noi sredneobespechennoi sem'i. To, chto ia delaiu, ia delaiu radi deneg i radi volneniia. Ty znaesh', chto ia sdelala posle svoego pervogo mesiatsa na ulitse? Ia poletela v Shveitsariiu i otkryla sebe bankovskii schet -- dovol'no umno dlia 18-letnei, ne tak li? S tekh por ia reguliarno otpravliaiu nebol'shie konverty s nalichnymi. Mne 27, Liberman, ia ne upotrebliaiu narkotiki, u menia net starika, ia ne p'ius' do poteri soznaniia, kak bol'shinstvo devushek v etom biznese. Bol'shinstvo shliukh rastochaiut svoi den'gi, potomu chto chuvstvuiut sebia vinovatymi iz-za sposoba, kotorym oni ikh zarabotali, no ne ia. Ia ne chuvstvuiu viny, i ia posporiu, chto stoiu bol'she, chem ty v moi 27, mozhet byt', dazhe bol'she, chem ty seichas>>.
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perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: "You probably are. I have something called taxes that bleed me white. Perhaps you should be paying me." "I'm gonna retire on my thirtieth birthday. Maybe I'll just live off interest, or maybe I'll buy a hotel, or maybe I'll go into land development. Need a partner?" said Shaleen, laughing. During his third week in Honolulu, more out of boredom than any!thing else, Lieberman decided to rent an apartment instead of living out the winter in a hotel. He chose a rental office within walking distance of his hotel. It was the moment that he was introduced to the rental agent that he fell in love. How could anyone not love a face like that? he thought. That she was special to Lieberman only, he knew to be true, but who else was he shopping for? Her name was Kate McSomething. He didn't assimilate her last name, but he could tell from her drawl that she was from either Texas or Oklahoma. She was redheaded with green eyes and freckles, and the twang in her speech made Liebermans knees weak. Lieberman had trouble keeping his agitation under control. He asked her numerous unnecessary questions, discovered by looking at her left hand that she was married, was able to establish through questioning that her husband was an officer at nearby Fort DeRussy. In spite of the fact that the young woman was very busy, Lieberman tried to make the interview last forever. He was disappointed that she could not take him around Waikiki to view apartments; her job kept her at her desk. She was wearing a white peasant blouse that exposed her tanned and freckled shoulders. While Lieberman questioned and salivated, Kate got on the phone and set up appointments with apartment owners or tenants, or set aside a number of keys to vacant units. Her phones were ringing constantly, making it difficult for Lieberman to pry personal information from her. He accepted the keys and a paper with his list of appointments. He loved her large, looping handwriting. He held the paper to his nose when he reached the street hoping some brief scent of her had remained behind. He wanted to rent all her available apartment units, leaving her free to deal only with him. Over the next two days he viewed nearly every apartment her firm had available. When an appointment had been made, he felt he had to keep it, and did. He would report back to Kate after each one. If she just gave him keys he often did not view the apartment at all, simply going to a nearby restaurant for coffee until sufficient time had passed that he could return the key and stare at the face of his loved one again. On the second day he waited for over an hour outside the office, but out of view from the window, planning to intercept her when she emerged to go to lunch. But she did not emerge. Finally he went back in and returned the last key he had been given. The remains of a sand!wich and salad tray were in her wastebasket, a can of Diet 7UP on the edge of her desk. On the third day he invited her to lunch. She refused. "I work right through," she said. "That way I can go home a half hour earlier." The next day Lieberman tried a new tack. "I've taken up so much of your time," he said, smiling with as much charm as he could muster, "I'd like to repay you." He waved off her objection and continued. "Tomorrow I'll make reservations for lunch," and he named a revolving restaurant at the top of a 45-storey building. Kate smiled and Lieberman could feel his heart melt with desire. "I'll have to dress up," Kate said. "Usually, since I don't go out of the office, I just wear jeans.
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<<Vozmozhno, ty i prava. U menia est' takaia veshch', kak nalogi, kotorye vytiagivaiut iz menia vse soki. Vozmozhno, tebe sleduet platit' mne>>. <<Ia uidu na pensiiu v svoi tridtsat'. Mozhet byt', budu zhit' na protsenty, ili kupliu otel', ili zaimus' zemel'noi zastroikoi. Nuzhen partner?>> -- skazala Shalin, smeias'. Na tret'ei nedele prebyvaniia v Gonolulu, skoree iz skuki, chem po kakoi-to drugoi prichine, Liberman reshil arendovat' kvartiru vmesto togo, chtoby provesti zimu v otele. On vybral agentstvo po arende nedvizhimosti v peshekhodnoi dostupnosti ot svoego otelia. I imenno v tot moment, kogda ego predstavili agentu po arende, on vliubilsia. Kak mozhno bylo ne vliubit'sia v takoe litso? - podumal on. On znal, chto ona byla osobenna tol'ko dlia nego, no razve on iskal kogo-to eshchio? Eio zvali Keit MakNechto. Ona ne usvoil familiiu, no po eio tiaguchemu govoru ponial, chto ona byla libo iz Tekhasa, libo iz Oklakhomy. Ona byla ryzhei s zelenymi glazami i vesnushkami, a eio golos delal koleni Libermana slabymi. Libermanu bylo trudno sderzhivat' svoe volnenie pod kontrolem. On zadaval ei mnogochislennye nenuzhnye voprosy, zametiv na levoi ruke obruchal'noe kol'tso ponial, chto ona zamuzhem, i sumel ustanovit', chto eio muzh - ofitser v blizlezhashchem Fort-Derassi. Nesmotria na to, chto molodaia zhenshchina byla ochen' zaniata, Liberman staralsia zatianut' razgovor navsegda. Ego razocharovalo, chto ona ne mogla otvesti ego osmotret' kvartiry po Vaikiki; eio rabota derzhala eio za rabochim stolom. Na nei byla belaia selianskaia bluzka, otkryvaiushchaia zagorelye vesnushchatye plechi. Poka Liberman zadaval voprosy i oblizyvalsia, Keit razgovarivala po telefonu i dogovarivalas' o vstrechakh s vladel'tsami kvartir ili arendatorami, ili ostavliala seriiu kliuchei ot svobodnykh apartamentov. Telefony zveneli nepreryvno, chto delalo zatrudnitel'nym dlia Libermana izvlech' lichnuiu informatsiiu iz nee. On vzial kliuchi i bumagu so spiskom vstrech. Emu ponravilsia eio bol'shoi plavnyi pocherk. Vykhodia na ulitsu, on podnes bumagu k nosu, nadeias' ulovit' khot' kakoi-to edva zametnyi aromat, ostaiushchiisia ot nee. On khotel arendovat' vse svobodnye kvartiry u neio, chtoby ona byla svobodna zanimat'sia iskliuchitel'no ego delami. V techenie sleduiushchikh dvukh dnei on osmotrel pochti vse apartamenty, kotorye eio firma predlagala. Kogda naznachalis' vstrechi, on chuvstvoval, chto dolzhen priiti, i prikhodil. On otchityvalsia pered Keit posle kazhdogo osmotra. Esli ei prosto davali kliuchi, on chasto dazhe ne smotrel kvartiru, a prosto shel v blizhaishii restoran na kofe i zhdal dostatochno vremeni, chtoby snova otnesti kliuch i vzglianut' na litso svoei vozliublennoi. Na vtoroi den' on prozhdal bolee chasa snaruzhi ofisa, no tak, chtoby ne popadat'sia na glaza iz okna, planiruia perekhvatit' ee, kogda ona vyidet na obed. No ona ne vyshla. Nakonets, on vernulsia vnutr' i sdal poslednii kliuch, kotoryi emu dali. V eio musornoi korzine ostavalis' ostatki sendvicha i salatovoi tarelki, a na kraiu stola stoiala banka Diet 7UP. Na tretii den' on priglasil eio na obed. Ona otkazalas'. <<Ia rabotaiu na prolet,>> -- skazala ona. <<Takim obrazom, ia mogu uiti na polchasa ran'she.>> Na sleduiushchii den' Liberman poproboval novyi podkhod. <<Ia otnial u vas stol'ko vremeni>>, -- skazal on, ulybaias' s vsei vozmozhnoi ocharovatel'nost'iu, -- <<Ia khotel by otblagodarit' vas.>> On otmakhnulsia ot eio vozrazheniia i prodolzhil: <<Zavtra ia zabroniruiu stolik na obed>>, -- i on nazval restoran s obzornoi ploshchadkoi na vershine 45-etazhnogo zdaniia. Keit ulybnulas', i Liberman pochuvstvoval, kak ego serdtse rastaialo ot zhelaniia. <<Mne pridetsia odet'sia>>, -- skazala Keit. <<Obychno, tak kak ia ne vykhozhu iz ofisa, ia prosto noshu dzhinsy>>.
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perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: Lieberman shaved twice, changed his shirt three times in preparation for the date. Kate wore a white dress with a single palm frond patterned near her right shoulder, and matching green shoes. As they walked among the tourists on Kalakaua Avenue, Lieberman was ecstatic. He made pointless conversation, tried to conjure up ways of making contact with Kate. He managed to guide her by the arm across a couple of streets, into and out of the elevator at the restaurant. As his lingers touched her, he tried to will her to thrill to the contact the same way he did. The lunch was pleasant, but Kate didn't give him any hint of being infatuated with him. He told her his life story, heavy on the widowhood and loneliness, short on his age, the fact that he had a son nearly as old as she, long on his financial success, without appearing ostentatious. He found out a little about her. She was from Oklahoma, had been in Hawaii for a year; her husbands name was Larry, and he was stationed at Fort DeRussy. Lieberman was cautious not to make any sexual overtures that might frighten her away. He would take his time. He watched her eating a sliced papaya for dessert. The succulent yellow fruit disappearing into her mouth made Lieberman faint with desire. "I'd be honored if we could do this again, soon," Lieberman said, when he returned her to her office. "There's no reason," the girl said, staring at him frankly. "To make an old man happy," he said. "I hadn't realized how lonely I've been," he said. "Friendship only," he added quickly. "You're so young, and married. I'm not making a pass." "I enjoyed myself, too," she said. "I don't see why not then, in a couple of days. While I think of it, I've got a new listing you may want to look at." The next week, Lieberman rented an apartment from her, a beautiful, furnished one-bedroom in Discovery Bay Tower, on Ala Moana Bou!levard, with an unobstructed view of both the ocean and Diamond Head. "I'd invite you to my housewarming," he said to Kate, "you and your husband, except I don't know anyone else here in Honolulu; that would be kind of a small crowd." Kate smiled at him. She wrinkled her nose when she smiled. Lieber!man thought he would die of happiness each time she did that. "I don't suppose," he went on quickly, "that you'd be able to have dinner with me? Just a friendly celebration, you understand. Is there an evening you'd be free?" To his surprise Kate allowed it as her husband bowled in a league Thursday evenings. Lieberman hired a limousine, picked her up at the apartment on Date Street where she lived, took her to Nick's Fishmarket, probably the most exciting restaurant in Honolulu, the place where visiting celebrities visited or were entertained. Cheryl Tiegs was there, as was film critic Gene Siskel. Kate had hoped to see Sylvester Stallone, or Bette Midler, both of whom were in the islands, and had been sighted at Nick's on previous evenings. "It must be wonderful to live this way all the time," Kate sighed. "Only when you have someone you love to share it with," said Lieberman, fearing for an instant that he had said too much. But Kate smiled sweetly and said, "You really should be looking around, not wasting your time with someone like me." "If I don't have a sweetheart, at least I have a friend," said Lieberman, forcing a cheerful smile. At Nick's, Lieberman danced with her for the first time, held her in his arms, smelled her hair, explored the contours of her body, running his hand up and down her back as they danced. Lieberman was in heaven. He controlled his desires carefully. At the end of the evening, when he walked her to her door, he took both of her hands in his, leaned in and kissed her cheek. She didn't mind. In fact she stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth, a non-sexual kiss of thanks.
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Liberman dvazhdy brilsia i tri raza menial rubashku v predvkushenii svidaniia. Keit byla v belom plat'e s uzorom v vide odnoi pal'movoi vetvi vozle pravogo plecha i podkhodiashchimi zelenymi tufliami. Provozhaia ee sredi turistov po aveniu Kalakaua, Liberman byl v vostorge. On podderzhival nenuzhnyi razgovor, pytalsia pridumat' sposoby sblizit'sia s Keit. Emu udalos' provesti ee pod ruku cherez neskol'ko ulits, v lift restorana i obratno. Kasaias' ee pal'tsami, on pytalsia zastavit' ee tak zhe vzvolnovano otreagirovat' na prikosnovenie, kak on sam. Obed proshel priiatno, no Keit ne davala emu nikakikh namekov na to, chto byla v nego vliublena. On rasskazal ei svoiu istoriiu zhizni, bol'she vsego ovdovenii i odinochestve, men'she o svoem vozraste, o tom, chto u nego est' syn pochti ee vozrasta, mnogo o svoem finansovom uspekhe, ne pytaias' kazat'sia pokaznym. O nei on uznal nemnogo. Ona byla iz Oklakhomy, god zhivet na Gavaiiakh; ee muzha zvali Larri i on sluzhil v Fort-Derassi. Liberman ostorozhno ne delal seksual'nykh namekov, kotorye mogli by otpugnut' ee. On reshil ne toropit'sia. On nabliudal za tem, kak ona ela na desert kusochki papaii. Sochnyi zheltyi frukt, ischezaiushchii v ee rtu, zastavil Libermana oslabet' ot zhelaniia. <<Budu chrezvychaino rad, esli my smozhem povtorit' eto v skorom vremeni>>, -- skazal Liberman, vozvrashchaia ee v ofis. <<Net prichiny>>, -- devushka skazala, otkrovenno gliadia na nego. <<Chtoby sdelat' starika schastlivym>>, -- skazal on. <<Ia dazhe ne ponimal, kak odinok ia byl>>, -- dobavil on. <<Tol'ko druzhba>>, -- bystro vstavil on. <<Vy tak molody, i zamuzhem. Ia ne pristaiu>>. <<Mne tozhe ponravilos'>>, -- skazala ona. <<Ia ne vizhu prichin pochemu by i net, mozhet cherez paru dnei. Kak raz vspomnila, u menia est' novoe predlozhenie, kotoroe vy, vozmozhno, zakhotite posmotret'>>. Na sleduiushchei nedele Liberman snial u nee kvartiru -- krasivuiu, meblirovannuiu odnokomnatnuiu v bashne Discovery Bay na bul'vare Ala Moana s otkrytym vidom kak na okean, tak i na goru Daimond Khed. <<Ia by priglasil vas na moiu novosel'e>>, -- skazal on Keit, <<vas i vashego muzha, tol'ko ia nikogo ne znaiu zdes', v Gonolulu; poluchitsia slishkom uzh malen'koe torzhestvo>>. Keit ulybnulas' emu. Ona morshchila nos, kogda ulybalas'. Liberman dumal, chto umret ot schast'ia kazhdyi raz, kogda ona eto delala. <<Ne dumaiu>>, -- toroplivo prodolzhil on, -- chto vy smozhete pouzhinat' so mnoi? Prosto druzheskoe prazdnovanie, ponimaete. Est' vecher, kogda vy byli by svobodny?>> K udivleniiu Libermana, Keit soglasilas', tak kak ee muzh v chetverg vecherom igral v bouling. Liberman arendoval limuzin, vstretil ee v kvartire na ulitse Deit, gde ona zhila, otvez v restoran Nick's Fishmarket -- pozhalui, samoe zakhvatyvaiushchee mesto v Gonolulu, gde byvali ili ustraivali priem zvezdy vizitery. Tam byli Cheril Tigs i kinokritik Dzhin Siskel. Keit nadeialas' uvidet' Sil'vestra Stallone ili Bett Midler, oba iz kotorykh nakhodilis' na ostrovakh i byli zamecheny v Nick's v predydushchie vechera. <<Dolzhno byt' zamechatel'no vsegda tak zhit'>>, -- vzdokhnula Keit. <<Tol'ko kogda est' kto-to, kogo ty liubish', chtoby razdelit' eto s nim>>, -- skazal Liberman, na mgnovenie ispugavshis', chto skazal slishkom mnogo. No Keit milo ulybnulas' i skazala: <<Vy deistvitel'no dolzhny ogliadyvat'sia vokrug, ne tratit' vremia na kogo-to vrode menia>>. <<Esli u menia net vozliublennoi, po krainei mere u menia est' drug>>, -- skazal Liberman, vyzhimaia iz sebia veseluiu ulybku. V Nick's Liberman vpervye potantseval s nei, derzhal ee v svoikh ob'iatiiakh, niukhal ee volosy, issledoval kontury ee tela, vodia rukoi vverkh i vniz po ee spine vo vremia tantsa. Liberman byl v sed'mom nebe. On tshchatel'no kontroliroval svoi zhelaniia. V kontse vechera, kogda on provodil ee k ee dveri, on vzial ee obe ruki v svoi, naklonilsia i potseloval ee v shcheku. Ei eto ne ponravilos'. Fakticheski ona vstala na tsypochki i potselovala ego v guby, nepokhotlivyi potselui blagodarnosti.