1984 by George Orwell - an audiobook demo in English
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking 13 Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape. The wild wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions but not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelled of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it, a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tagged to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying to 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 39 had a varios 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 space gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the ice follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you. The caption beneath a tran inside the flat, a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production of Big Iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dull mirror which formed part of the surface of the right hand wall. Winston turned the switch and the voice sank somewhat though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument, the tele screen it was called could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window, a smallish frail figure, the meagerness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair. His face naturally san with his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended.