. It struck Goldstein's nose and bounced off; the voice continued inexorably. In a lucid moment Winston found that he was shouting with the others and kicking his heel violently against the rung of his chair.
. He would flog her to death with a rubber truncheon.
. With a tremulous murmur that sounded like ‘My Saviour!’ she extended her arms towards the screen.
. He had taken off his spectacles and was in the act of resettling them on his nose with his characteristic gesture.
. Whether he went on with the diary, or whether he did not go on with it, made no difference.
. In another room someone with a comb and a piece of toilet paper was trying to keep tune with the military music which was still issuing from the telescreen.
. A handsome, tough-looking boy of nine had popped up from behind the table and was menacing him with a toy automatic pistol, while his small sister, about two years younger, made the same gesture with a fragment of wood.
. In the better light of the living-room he noticed with interest that there actually was dust in the creases of her face.
. Instead, a clipped military voice was reading out, with a sort of brutal relish, a description of the armaments of the new Floating Fortress which had just been anchored between lceland and the Faroe lslands.
. With those children, he thought, that wretched woman must lead a life of terror.
. The songs, the processions, the banners, the hiking, the drilling with dummy rifles, the yelling of slogans, the worship of Big Brother - it was all a sort of glorious game to them.
. And with good reason, for hardly a week passed in which the Times did not carry a paragraph describing how some eavesdropping little sneak - ‘child hero’ was the phrase generally used - had overheard some compromising remark and denounced its parents to the Thought Police.
. And sure enough, following
on a gory description of the annihilation of a Eurasian army, with stupendous
figures of killed and prisoners, came the announcement that, as from next week,
the chocolate ration would be reduced from thirty grammes to twenty.
Примеры использования форманта «-s»:
1. It was the police patrol, snooping into people's windows.
2. Behind Winston's back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan.
. By leaving the Ministry at this time of day he had sacrificed his lunch in the canteen, and he was aware that there was no food in the kitchen except a hunk of dark-coloured bread which had got to be saved for tomorrow's breakfast.
. Then there was a wonderful shot of a child's arm going up up up right up into the air a helicopter with a camera in its nose must have followed it up.
. He felt deeply drawn to him, and not solely because he was intrigued by the contrast between O'Brien's urbane manner and his prize-fighter's physique.
. Much more it was because of a secretly held belief - or perhaps not even a belief, merely a hope - that O'Brien's political orthodoxy was not perfect.
. It was a noise that set one's teeth on edge and bristled the hair at the back of one's neck.
. He was the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Party's purity.
. Winston's diaphragm was constricted.
. The dull rhythmic tramp of the soldiers” boots formed the background to Goldstein's bleating voice.
. Even O'Brien's heavy face was flushed.
. It struck Goldstein's nose and bounced off; the voice continued inexorably.
. The voice of Goldstein had become an actual sheep's bleat, and for an instant the face changed into that of a sheep.
. Winston's entrails seemed to grow cold.
. Momentarily he caught O'Brien's eye.
. But what most struck Winston was the look of helpless fright on the woman's greyish face.
. The thing that now suddenly struck Winston was that his mother's death.
. His mother's memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him.
. A sudden hot sweat had broken out all over Winston's body.
. Winston's greatest pleasure in life was in his work.
. They were a few metres apart when the left side of the man's face was suddenly contorted by a sort of spasm.
. He took out of the drawer a copy of a children's history textbook which he had borrowed from Mrs. Parsons, and began copying a passage into the diary.
. But when Winston glanced again at Rutherford's ruinous face, he saw that his eyes were full of tears.
. And in a small stationer's shop not far away he had bought his penholder and his bottle of ink.
. The old man's white stubbled face had flushed pink.
. The old man's pale blue eyes moved from the darts board to the bar, and from the bar to the door of the Gents, as though it were in the bar-room that he expected the changes to have occurred.
. The thought flitted through Winston's mind that it would probably be quite easy to rent the room for a few dollars a week, if he dared to take the risk.
. A curious emotion stirred in Winston's heart.
. He was particularly enthusiastic about a papier-mache model of Big Brother's head, two metres wide, which was being made for the occasion by his daughter's troop of Spies.
. 30.In any case he did not know the girl's name, let alone her address.
. Soon he was within arm's length of the girl, but the way was blocked by an enormous prole and an almost equally enormous woman, presumably his wife, who seemed to form an impenetrable wall of flesh.
. The girl's waist in the bend of his arm was soft and warm.
. Winston's working week was sixty hours, Julia's was even longer, and their free days varied according to the pressure of work and did not often coincide. Julia, in any case, seldom had an evening completely free.
. Winston looked round the shabby little room above Mr. Charrington's shop.
. The clock's hands said seventeen-twenty. (неодушевл. предмет)
. He remembered the half-darkness of a basement kitchen, and a woman's cavernous mouth.
. I'm going to get hold of a real woman's frock from somewhere and wear it instead of these bloody trousers.
. Perhaps it could be dug out of Mr. Charrington's memory, if he were suitably prompted.
. The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.
. Julia's unit in the Fiction Department had been taken off the production of novels and was rushing out a series of atrocity pamphlets.
. Winston's evenings were fuller than ever.
. In the room over Mr. Charrington's shop, when they could get there, Julia and Winston lay side by side on a stripped bed under the open window, naked for the sake of coolness.