Most of this time Mr. Jones had spent sitting in the taproom of the Red Lion at Willingdon, complaining to anyone who would listen of the monstrous injustice he had suffered in being turned out of his property by a pack of good-for-nothing animals. Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 21 →

‚Comrades!’ he cried. ‚You do not imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 20 →

Napoleon took no interest in Snowball’s committees. Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 19 →

None of the other animals on the farm could get further than the letter A. Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 18 →

The reading and writing classes, however, were a great success. Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 17 →

On Sundays there was no work. Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 16 →

All through that summer the work of the farm went like clockwork. Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 15 →

HOW they toiled and sweated to get the hay in! Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 14 →

It was very neatly written, and except that ‚friend’ was written ‚freind’ and one of the ‚S’s’ was the wrong way round, the spelling was correct all the way through. Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 13 →

The animals had their breakfast, and then Snowball and Napoleon called them together again.  Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 12 →

Mrs. Jones looked out of the bedroom window, saw what was happening, hurriedly flung a few possessions into a carpet bag, and slipped out of the farm by another way. Moses sprang off his perch and flapped after her, croaking loudly. Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 11 →

The pigs had an even harder struggle to counteract the lies put about by Moses, the tame raven. Czytaj dalej Orwell: Animal farm – 10 →