Унесенные ветром

           "Dey’sfightin’atJonesboro,MissScarlett!Deysayourgempmumsisgittin’beat.Oh,Gawd,MissScarlett!Whut’llhappenterMawan’Poke?Oh,Gawd,MissScarlett!Whut’llhappenteruseffendeYankeesgitshyah?Oh,Gawd—"

           Scarlettclappedahandovertheblubberymouth.

           "ForGod’ssake,hush!"

           Yes,whatwouldhappentothemiftheYankeescame—whatwouldhappentoTara?Shepushedthethoughtfirmlybackintohermindandgrappledwiththemorepressingemergency.Ifshethoughtofthesethings,she’dbegintoscreamandbawllikePrissy.

           "Where’sDr.Meade?When’shecoming?"

           "Ahain’nebberseedhim,MissScarlett."

           "What!"

           "No’m,heain’atdehorsepittle.MissMerriwetheran’MissElsingain’darneeder.Amanhetolemededoctahdownbydecarshedwidthewoundedsojersjes’comeinfrumJonesboro,butMissScarlett,Ahwuzsceeredtergodowndarterdeshed—dey’sfolksesdyin’downdar.Ah’ssceeredofdaidfolkses—"

           "Whatabouttheotherdoctors?"

           "MissScarlett,fo’Gawd,Ahcouldn’sceercelygitoneofdemterreadyo’note.Deywukin’indehorsepittlelakdeyalldonegonecrazy.Onedoctahhesayterme,‘Damnyo’hide!Doanyoucomeroun’hyahbodderin’me‘boutbabiesw’enwegotamessofmendyin’hyah.Gitsomewomanterhe’pyou.’An’denAhwentaroun’an’aboutan’askfernewslakyoudonetolemean’deyallsay‘fightin’atJonesboro’an’Ah—"

           "YousayDr.Meade’satthedepot?"

           "Yas’m.