We / Мы. Книга для чтения на английском языке

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“But, you see, I was not alone, I accompanied number I-330, and…”

’I-330? I am delighted for you. A very interesting, talented woman. She has many admirers.”

But then, perhaps, he too? That time during the walk… And he might even be registered for her?

No, it was impossible, unthinkable to talk to him about it; that was clear.

“Oh, yes, yes! Of course, of course! Very.” I smiled more and more broadly and foolishly, and I felt: This smile makes me look naked, stupid.

The little gimlets had reached the very bottom, then, whirling rapidly, slipped back into his eyes.

With a double-edged smile, S nodded to me and slid away toward the exit.

I hid behind my newspaper – it seemed to me that everyone was staring at me – and instantly forgot about the eyelash, the gimlets, everything. The news I read was so upsetting that it drove all else out of my mind. There was but one short line:

“According to reliable sources, new traces have been discovered of the elusive organization which aims at liberation from the beneficent yoke of the State.

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“Liberation?” Amazing, the extent to which criminal instincts persist in human nature. I use the word “criminal” deliberately. Freedom and crime are linked as indivisibly as… well, as the motion of the aero and its speed: when its speed equals zero, it does not move; when man’s freedom equals zero, he commits no crimes. That is clear. The only means of ridding man of crime is ridding him of freedom.

And now, just as we have gotten rid of it (on the cosmic scale, centuries are, of course, no more than “just”), some wretched halfwits…

No, I cannot understand why I did not go to the Office of the Guardians yesterday, immediately. Today, after sixteen o’clock, I shall go without fail.

At sixteen-ten I came out, and immediately saw O on the corner – all pink with pleasure at the meeting. “She, now, has a simple, round brain.

How fortunate: she will understand and support me… But no, I needed no support, I had made a firm decision…

The March rang out harmoniously from the trumpets of the Music Plant – the same daily March.

What ineffable delight in this daily repetition, its constancy, its mirror clarity!

She seized my hand. “Let’s walk.” The round blue eyes wide open to me – blue windows – and I could step inside without stumbling against anything; nothing there – that is, nothing extraneous, unnecessary.