always the same war
Aug. 28th, 2014 01:08 pmМне вот что любопытно: тот контингент, который сейчас "они заблудились, это такой отпуск, танки отбиты у противника, документы подделаны, он отмечает крестины дочери, где ваши доказательства" – неужели у всех до одного получится моментально переключиться на "конечно, наша доблестная армия воевала с врагом на его территории, а как иначе"? Потому что время для этого придет, похоже, скоро, а тех, кто не успеет, мигом запишут в агенты Гольдштейна.
(The next moment there was a tremendous commotion. The banners and posters with which the square was decorated were all wrong! Quite half of them had the wrong faces on them. It was sabotage! The agents of Goldstein had been at work! There was a riotous interlude while posters were ripped from the walls, banners torn to shreds and trampled underfoot. The Spies performed prodigies of activity in clambering over the rooftops and cutting the streamers that fluttered from the chimneys.
But within two or three minutes it was all over. The orator, still gripping the neck of the microphone, his shoulders hunched forward, his free hand clawing at the air, had gone straight on with his speech. One minute more, and the feral roars of rage were again bursting from the crowd.)
(На самом деле почти уверен, что с легкостью. Я когда-то считал эту сцену у Оруэлла все-таки некоторым преувеличением; больше не считаю)
(The next moment there was a tremendous commotion. The banners and posters with which the square was decorated were all wrong! Quite half of them had the wrong faces on them. It was sabotage! The agents of Goldstein had been at work! There was a riotous interlude while posters were ripped from the walls, banners torn to shreds and trampled underfoot. The Spies performed prodigies of activity in clambering over the rooftops and cutting the streamers that fluttered from the chimneys.
But within two or three minutes it was all over. The orator, still gripping the neck of the microphone, his shoulders hunched forward, his free hand clawing at the air, had gone straight on with his speech. One minute more, and the feral roars of rage were again bursting from the crowd.)
(На самом деле почти уверен, что с легкостью. Я когда-то считал эту сцену у Оруэлла все-таки некоторым преувеличением; больше не считаю)