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█ _ 0 حصريا كتاب ❞ Books of classic literature, books and كتب من الأدب الكلاسيكي والكتب ❝ 2025 : Free eBooks at Planet eBook com Chapter 1 It was a bright cold day in April, the clocks were striking thirteen Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast an effort to escape vile wind, slipped quickly through glass doors Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough prevent swirl gritty dust from entering along with him The hallway smelt boiled cabbage old rag mats At one end it coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked wall It depicted simply enormous face, more than metre wide: face man of about forty five, heavy black moustache ruggedly handsome features made stairs was no use trying lift Even best times seldom working, present electric current cut off during daylight hours part economy drive in preparation Hate Week The flat seven flights up, and Winston, who thirty nine had varicose ulcer above right ankle, went slowly, resting several on the way On each landing, opposite shaft, poster with enormous gazed one of those pictures which are so contrived that eyes follow you about when you move BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, caption beneath ran Inside fruity voice reading out list fig الادب الانجليزى مجاناً PDF اونلاين هذا القسم يشمل الاقسام الفرعية التي تحتوي علي لأدب الإنجليزي (بالإنجليزية: English literature) وهو ما يكتبه الكُتَّاب إنجلترا وأسكتلندا وويلز باللغة الإنجليزية مجالات الشعر والنثر والمسرحية أدب غني بالروائع مختلف المجالات الأدبية كما أنه أقدم الآداب الغربية This section includes sub sections contain what is written by writers England, Scotland Wales language poetry, prose drama areas ,
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Chapter 1
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. It was
no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom
working, and at present the electric current was cut
off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive
in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up,
and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer
above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on
the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster
with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of
those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow
you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING
YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of fig
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