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- Таинственная история Билли Миллигана
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Danny
kept
rubbing
his
wrists
and
looked
around
.
Then
he
stopped
,
listened
to
an
inner
voice
and
nodded
.
"
Arthur
says
we
can
trust
you
.
"
"
I
’
ve
heard
about
Arthur
,
"
Rupe
said
.
"
You
can
tell
him
I
appreciate
that
.
I
sure
wouldn
’
t
do
anything
to
hurt
you
.
"
Danny
told
him
he
thought
Ragen
was
very
angry
about
what
was
happening
with
the
newspapers
and
all
,
and
wanted
to
end
it
by
killing
himself
.
That
frightened
the
younger
ones
.
Rupe
could
tell
by
the
fluttering
lids
,
the
drifting
glazed
eyes
,
that
Milligan
was
switching
again
,
and
then
a
little
boy
cringed
and
sobbed
and
looked
as
if
he
was
in
pain
.
The
switching
went
back
and
forth
,
and
they
spoke
until
two
in
the
morning
,
when
Rupe
led
Danny
back
to
his
room
.
From
that
time
on
,
Rupe
found
he
could
relate
to
several
of
Milligan
’
s
personalities
.
Though
the
male
RN
was
pretty
strict
about
bedtime
(
eleven
-
thirty
weekdays
and
two
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
on
weekends
)
,
Rupe
knew
that
Milligan
slept
very
little
,
and
he
spent
long
night
hours
talking
with
him
.
He
was
pleased
that
Danny
and
the
unfused
Billy
would
seek
him
out
to
talk
,
and
he
began
to
understand
why
Billy
was
so
difficult
to
deal
with
.
Billy
,
he
realized
,
felt
that
once
again
he
was
being
punished
for
someone
else
’
s
crimes
.
*
*
*
On
Thursday
,
April
5
,
at
three
-
thirty
in
the
afternoon
,
Danny
found
himself
walking
the
hospital
grounds
.
He
looked
around
,
trying
to
figure
out
where
he
was
and
why
.
Behind
him
he
saw
the
old
Victorian
red
-
brick
mansion
with
the
white
columns
,
and
in
front
of
him
the
river
and
the
town
.
Strolling
along
the
grass
,
he
realized
that
before
Rosalie
Drake
helped
him
at
Harding
Hospital
,
he
could
not
walk
outside
like
this
—
without
terror
.
Suddenly
,
he
noticed
some
pretty
little
white
flowers
.
He
picked
a
few
,
but
saw
that
on
the
higher
ground
the
blossoms
were
larger
.
Following
the
flowers
up
the
hill
and
around
the
gate
,
he
found
himself
near
a
small
cemetery
.
The
markers
had
no
names
—
only
numbers
—
and
he
wondered
why
.
The
memory
of
being
buried
alive
when
he
was
nine
years
old
made
him
tremble
,
and
he
backed
away
.
There
would
have
been
neither
a
name
nor
a
number
on
his
grave
.
