Suddenly he was standing on short springy turf, on a summer evening when the slanting rays of the sun gilded the ground. The landscape that he was looking at recurred so often in his dreams that he was never fully certain whether or not he had seen it in the real world. In his waking thoughts he called it the Golden Country. It was an old, rabbit-bitten pasture, with a foot-track wandering across it and a molehill here and there. In the ragged hedge on the opposite side of the field the boughs of the elm trees were swaying very faintly in the breeze, their leaves just stirring in dense masses like women's hair. Somewhere near at hand, though out of sight, there was a clear, slow-moving stream where dace were swimming in the pools under the willow trees.
The girl with dark hair was coming towards them across the field. With what seemed a single movement she tore off her clothes and flung them disdainfully aside. Her body was white and smooth, but it aroused no desire in him, indeed he barely looked at it. What overwhelmed him in that instant was admiration for the gesture with which she had thrown her clothes aside. With its grace and carelessness it seemed to annihilate a whole culture, a whole system of thought, as though Big Brother and the Party and the Thought Police could all be swept into nothingness by a single splendid movement of the arm. That too was a gesture belonging to the ancient time. Winston woke up with the word 'Shakespeare' on his lips.
Dintr-o data statea pe-un tapsan acoperit de iarba scurta si tepoasa, intr-o dupa-masa de vara-n care razele inclinate ale soarelui aureau pamintul. Locul acesta pe care-l privea i se aratase-n vise de atitea ori incit nu mai stia sigur daca l-a vazut vre-odatga aievea. In gindurile treziei il numea Tara Aurita. Era o pajiste batrina, roasa de iepuri, cu o poteca serpuind de-a lungul si cite-un musuroi de cirtite ici-colo. Printre tufele hartanite de la margine ulmii se clatinau usor in vint, frunzele ridicindu-li-se-n nori densi ca parul femeilor. Pe undeva pe-aproape, dar nevazut, era un pirias limpede si lent prin care plevusca inota-n cercuri sub salcii.
Fata cu parul negru venea spre el peste cimp. Printr-o miscare, una singura, si-a rupt toate hainele si le-a aruncat cu dispret deoparte. Trupul ei era alb si neted, dar nu-i provoca nici o dorinta, de fapt de-abia se uita la el. Ce l-a luat pe sus acolo pe loc a fost admiratia pentru gestul cu care fata si-a aruncat hainele deoparte. Cu gratia si neingrijirea lui parea sa anihileze o intreaga cultura, un intreg sistem de gindire, ca si cum Big Brother si Partidul si Politia Gindurilor ar putea fi toate maturate-n hau dintr-o singura, splendida miscare a miinii. O miscare care si ea apartinea unui timp stravechi. Winston s-a trezit cu cuvintul "Shakespeare" pe buze.
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