Скотний двір
Chapter 8
AstheyapproachedthefarmSquealer,whohadunaccountablybeenabsentduringthefighting,cameskippingtowardsthem,whiskinghistailandbeamingwithsatisfaction. Andtheanimalsheard,fromthedirectionofthefarmbuildings,thesolemnboomingofagun.
"Whatisthatgunfiringfor?"saidBoxer.
"Tocelebrateourvictory!"criedSquealer.
"Whatvictory?"saidBoxer. Hiskneeswerebleeding,hehadlostashoeandsplithishoof,andadozenpelletshadlodgedthemselvesinhishindleg.
"Whatvictory,comrade? Havewenotdriventheenemyoffoursoil—thesacredsoilofAnimalFarm?"
"Buttheyhavedestroyedthewindmill.Andwehadworkedonitfortwoyears!"
"Whatmatter? Wewillbuildanotherwindmill. Wewillbuildsixwindmillsifwefeellikeit. Youdonotappreciate,comrade,themightythingthatwehavedone. Theenemywasinoccupationofthisverygroundthatwestandupon. Andnow—thankstotheleadershipofComradeNapoleon—wehavewoneveryinchofitbackagain!"
"Thenwehavewonbackwhatwehadbefore,"saidBoxer.
"Thatisourvictory,"saidSquealer.
Theylimpedintotheyard. ThepelletsundertheskinofBoxer’slegsmartedpainfully. Hesawaheadofhimtheheavylabourofrebuildingthewindmillfromthefoundations,andalreadyinimaginationhebracedhimselfforthetask.
