Animal farm by george orwell
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Animal farm by george orwell
Animal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell es. 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 tip to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.As soon as the light in the b Animal farm by george orwell edroom went out there was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings. Word had gone round during the day that old Major, the prize MidAnimal farm by george orwell
dle White boar, had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had l*en agreed that they should aAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell xhibited was Willingdon Beauty) was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to hear what he had to say.At one end of the big barn, on a sort, of raised platform. Major was already ensconced on his bed of straw, tmder a lantern which hung from a b Animal farm by george orwell eam. He Wils twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still a majestic-looking pig, with a wise and benevolent appearance in spiAnimal farm by george orwell
te of the fact that his tushes had never been cut. Before long the other animals began to arrive and make themselves comfortable after their differentAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell tform. The hens perched themselves on the window-sills, the pigeons fluttered up to the rafters, the sheep and cows lay down behind the pigs and began to chew the cud. The two cart-horses, Boxer anil Clover, came in together, walking very slowly and setting down their vast hairy hoofs with great car Animal farm by george orwell e lest there should be some small animal concealed in the straw. Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got herAnimal farm by george orwell
figure back after her fourth foal. Boxer was an enormous beast, nearly eighteen hands high, and as strong as any two ordinary’ horses put together. AAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell d for his steadiness of character and tremendous powers of work. After the horses came Muriel, the white goat, and Benjamin, the donkey. Benjamin was the oldest animal on the farm, and the worst tempered. He seldom talked, and when he did. it was usually to make some cynical remark for instance, he Animal farm by george orwell would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have hail no tail and no flies. Alone among the animals on theAnimal farm by george orwell
farm he never laughed. If asked why, he would say that he saw nothing to laugh at. Nevertheless, without openly admitting it, he was devoted to BoxerAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell ng.The two horses had just lain down when a brood of ducklings. which had lost their mother, filed into the barn, cheeping feebly and wandering from side to side to find some place where they' would not be trodden on. Clover made a sort of wall round them with her great foreleg, and the ducklings ne Animal farm by george orwell stled down inside it and promptly fell asleep. At the last moment Mollie, the foolish, pretty white mare who drew Mr. Jones’s trap, came mincing daintAnimal farm by george orwell
ily in, chewing at a lump of sugar. She took a place near the front and liegan flirting her white mane, hoping to draw attention to the red ribbons itAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell er; there she purred contentedly throughout Major’s speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.All the animals were now present except Moses, the tame raven, who slept on a perch behind the back door. When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attenti Animal farm by george orwell vely, he cleared his throat and began:‘Comrades, yon have heard already about the strange dream that. I had last night. But 1 will come to the dream lAnimal farm by george orwell
ater. 1 have something else to say first.. 1 do not think, comrades, that 1 shall be with yon for many months longer, and before 1 die. 1 feel it my dAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell k 1 may say that I understand the nature of life on this earth as well as any animal now living. It is about t his t hat 1 wish to speak to yon.•Now, comrades, what is the nature of this fife of ours? Let ILS face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short.. We are born, we are given just so Animal farm by george orwell much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of US who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength: and the veAnimal farm by george orwell
ry instant that our usefulness has come to an end we are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows the meaning of happiness or leisAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell rt of the order of nature? Is it because this land of ours Ls st) poor that it cannot afford a decent life to those who dwell upon it? No. comrades, a thousand times no! The soil of England is fertile, its climate Ls good, it is capable of affording food in abundance to an enormously greater number Animal farm by george orwell of animals than now inhabit it. This single farm of ours would support a dozen horses, twenty cows, hundreds of sheep and all of them living in a comfAnimal farm by george orwell
ort anti a dignity that are now almost beyond our imagining. Why then do we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the prodAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell Is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished for ever.‘Man Is the only creatine that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay' eggs, he Is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch ra Animal farm by george orwell bbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives kirk to them the hare minimum that, will prevent them from starving, and theAnimal farm by george orwell
rest he keeps for himself. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it. ami yet there Is not one of ILS that owns more than his bare skin.2VAvw.Animal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell milk which should have been breeding up sturdy calves? Every chop of il has gone down the throats of our enemies. And you hens, how many eggs have yon laid in this last year, arid how many of those eggs ever hatched into chickens? The rest have all gone to rniukel to bring in money for Jones and his Animal farm by george orwell men. And you, Clover, where are those four foals you bore, who should have been rhe supportAnimal farm by george orwell
you will never see one of them again. In return for your four confinements and all your labour in the; holds, what have you ever had except your bareAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell he lucky' ones. I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. Such is the natural life of a pig. But. no animal escapes the cruel knife in rhe end. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me, every one of you will scream your lives out at the block within a year. To that horro Animal farm by george orwell r WC! all must come cows, pigs, hens, sheep, everyone. Even the horses and rhe dogs have no better fare. Yon. Boxer, rhe very day that those great musAnimal farm by george orwell
cles of yours lose their power, Jones will sell you to the knacker, who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds. As for the dogs, wheAnimal FarmGeorge Orwell 1945IMr. Jones, of the Manor Fann, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pophole Animal farm by george orwell t, all the evils of this life of ours spring from the’ tyranny of human beings? Only get rid of Man, and the produce of OIK lai tour would be our own. Almost overnight we could become rich and free. What then must we do? Why, work night and day. body and soul, for the overthrow of the human race! Th Animal farm by george orwell at is my message to you, comrade’s: Rebellion! 1 do not know when that Rebellion will come, it might be in a week or in a hundred years, but 1 know, aAnimal farm by george orwell
s surely as I see this straw beneath my feet, that sooner or Liter justice will be done. Fix your eyes on that, comrades, throughout the short remaindGọi ngay
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