Жорж Оруэлл

clipped his speakwritten corrections

window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagerness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the Party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended. Outside, even through the shut window

Mr Jones of the Manor Farm, had locked the henhouses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs Jones was already snoring.

with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of his tushes 3

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs[1].

Tell me, what did you think of me before that day I gave you the note?” He did not feel any temptation to tell lies to her. “I hated the sight of you,” he said. “I wanted to rape you and then murder you afterwards. Two weeks ago I thought seriously of smashing your head in with a cobblestone.

Верите ли, первые два-три года я всерьез обдумывал, как бы ее прикончить. Конечно, никто из нас подобных планов не осуществляет, но помечтать приятно. Однако парней, укокошивших супружниц, всегда ловят.

Как это ты не видишь, что у Новояза одна цель: сузить мыслительный процесс? В конце концов мы сделаем мыслепреступление практически невозможным, потому что не будет существовать слов, с помощью которых можно будет выразить его смысл

Свобода – это свобода заявить, что два плюс два равно четырем. Если это обеспечено, все остальное приложится.

лошади из Кеу. Кив сел особняком