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Поколение битников. Переводы Алексея Караковского

fuzz 3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you're under arrest! you 're drunk! and they begin hitting me on the legs with their toy clubs. one even has a badge, another has handcuffs but my hands are high in the air. when I go into the liquor store they whirl around outside like bees shut out from their nest. I buy a fifth of cheap whiskey and 3    candy bars.