Animal Farm-Chapter 4/11 Rebelión en la granja-Capítulo 4/11 La ferme des animaux - Chapitre 4/11 La fattoria degli animali-Capitolo 4/11 動物農場-第4章11節 Animal Farm-Hoofdstuk 4/11 Folwark zwierzęcy - rozdział 4/11 A Quinta dos Animais - Capítulo 4/11 Ферма животных - глава 4/11 动物庄园-第 4/11 章 動物莊園-第 4/11 章

By the late summer the news of what had happened on Animal Farm had spread across half the county. Every day Snowball and Napoleon sent out flights of pigeons whose instructions were to mingle with the animals on neighbouring farms, tell them the story of the Rebellion, and teach them the tune of 'Beasts of England'. Późnym latem wieści o tym, co wydarzyło się na Folwarku Zwierzęcym, rozeszły się po całym hrabstwie. Snowball i Napoleon codziennie wysyłali gołębie pocztowe, które miały mieszać się ze zwierzętami z sąsiednich gospodarstw, opowiadać im historię buntu i uczyć melodii "Beasts of England". Most of this time Mr Jones had spent sitting in the taproom of the Red Lion at Willingdon, complaining to anyone who would listen of the monstrous injustice he had suffered in being turned out of his property by a pack of good-for-nothing ani-mals. The other farmers sympathised in principle, but they did not at first give him much help. At heart, each of them was secretly wondering whether he could not somehow turn Jones's misfortune to his own advantage. It was lucky that the owners of the two farms which adjoined Animal Farm were on permanently bad terms. W głębi serca każdy z nich skrycie zastanawiał się, czy nie mógłby w jakiś sposób obrócić nieszczęścia Jonesa na swoją korzyść. Szczęściem było, że właściciele dwóch farm sąsiadujących z Folwarkiem Zwierzęcym byli w permanentnie złych stosunkach. One of them, which was named Foxwood, was a large, neglected, old-fashioned farm, much overgrown by woodland, with all its pastures worn out and its hedges in a disgraceful condition. Its owner, Mr Pilkington, was an easy-going gentleman-farmer who spent most of his time in fishing or hunting according to the season. The other farm, which was called Pinchfield, was smaller and better kept. Its owner was a Mr Frederick, a tough, shrewd man, perpetually involved in lawsuits and with a name for driving hard bargains. These two disliked each other so much that it was difficult for them to come to any agreement, even in defence of their own inter-ests. Jedna z nich, o nazwie Foxwood, była dużą, zaniedbaną, staromodną farmą, mocno zarośniętą lasem, ze zużytymi pastwiskami i żywopłotami w opłakanym stanie. Jej właściciel, pan Pilkington, był wyluzowanym dżentelmenem-rolnikiem, który większość czasu spędzał na łowieniu ryb lub polowaniu w zależności od pory roku. Druga farma, o nazwie Pinchfield, była mniejsza i lepiej utrzymana. Jej właścicielem był pan Frederick, twardy, sprytny człowiek, wiecznie uwikłany w procesy sądowe i znany z prowadzenia twardych negocjacji. Ci dwaj nie lubili się tak bardzo, że trudno im było dojść do jakiegokolwiek porozumienia, nawet w obronie własnych interesów. Nevertheless they were both thoroughly frightened by the rebellion on Animal Farm, and very anxious to prevent their own animals from learning too much about it. At first they pretended to laugh to scorn the idea of animals managing a farm for themselves. The whole thing would be over in a fortnight, they said. They put it about that the animals on the Manor Farm (they insisted on calling it the Manor Farm; they would not tolerate the name 'Animal Farm') were perpetually fighting among themselves and were also rapidly starving to death. When time passed and the animals had evidently not starved to death, Frederick and Pilkington changed their tune and began to talk of the terrible wickedness that now flourished on Animal Farm. It was given out that the animals there practised cannibalism, tortured one another with red-hot horseshoes and had their females in common. This was what came of rebelling against the laws of Nature, Frederick and Pilkington said. 然而，他们俩都被动物农场的叛乱吓坏了，非常担心自己的动物们会对此了解太多。起初，他们假装大笑，对动物们自己管理农场的想法嗤之以鼻。他们说，整个事情将在两周内结束。他们散布谣言说，庄园农场（他们坚持称其为庄园农场；他们不能容忍“动物农场”这个名字）上的动物们一直在互相争斗，而且很快就饿死了。随着时间的推移，动物们显然没有饿死，弗雷德里克和皮尔金顿改变了他们的态度，开始谈论现在动物农场上猖獗的可怕邪恶。他们散布谣言说，那里的动物们同类相食，用烧红的马蹄铁互相折磨，并且共用雌性。弗雷德里克和皮尔金顿说，这就是反抗自然法则的下场。 However, these stories were never fully believed. Rumours of a wonderful farm, where the human beings had been turned out and the animals managed their own affairs, continued to circulate in vague and distorted forms, and throughout that year a wave of rebelliousness ran through the countryside. Bulls which had always been tractable suddenly turned savage, sheep broke down hedges and devoured the clover, cows kicked the pail over, hunters refused their fences and shot their riders on to the other side. Above all, the tune and even the words of 'Beasts of England' were known everywhere. It had spread with astonishing speed. The human beings could not contain their rage when they heard this song, though they pretended to think it merely ridiculous. They could not understand, they said, how even animals could bring themselves to sing such contemptible rubbish. Any animal caught singing it was given a flogging on the spot. And yet the song was irre-pressible. The blackbirds whistled it in the hedges, the pigeons cooed it in the elms, it got into the din of the smithies and the tune of the church bells. And when the human beings listened to it they secretly trembled, hearing in it a prophecy of their future doom. 然而，这些故事从未被完全相信。关于一个奇妙的农场的传言继续以模糊和扭曲的形式流传，那里的人类被赶走，动物们自己管理自己的事务，那一年，一股叛乱的浪潮席卷了整个乡村。一向温顺的公牛突然变得野蛮，羊撞倒了篱笆，吃掉了三叶草，母牛踢翻了桶，猎人拒绝了他们的围栏，把骑手射到了另一边。最重要的是，《英格兰的野兽》的曲调甚至歌词都广为人知。它以惊人的速度传播开来。人类听到这首歌时无法抑制自己的愤怒，尽管他们假装认为它只是荒谬的。他们说，他们无法理解，连动物都唱不出这种卑鄙的垃圾。任何被抓到唱这首歌的动物都会被当场鞭打。然而这首歌是无法抑制的。黑鸟在树篱间吹着口哨，鸽子在榆树上咕咕地叫着，它融入了铁匠铺的喧闹声和教堂钟声中。当人类听到它时，他们暗自颤抖，从中听到了他们未来厄运的预言。 Early in October, when the corn was cut and stacked and some of it was already threshed, a flight of pigeons came whirling through the air and alighted in the yard of Animal Farm in the wildest excitement. Jones and all his men, with half a dozen others from Foxwood and Pinchfield, had entered the five-barred gate and were coming up the cart-track that led to the farm. They were all carrying sticks, except Jones, who was marching ahead with a gun in his hands. Obviously they were going to attempt the recapture of the farm. This had long been expected, and all preparations had been made. Snowball, who had studied an old book of Julius Caesar's campaigns which he had found in the farmhouse, was in charge of the defensive operations. He gave his orders. quickly, and in a couple of minutes every animal was at his post. As the human beings approached the farm buildings, Snowball launched his first attack. All the pigeons, to the number of thirty-five, flew to and fro over the men's heads and dropped their dung on them from mid-air; and while the men were dealing with this, the geese, who had been hiding behind the hedge, rushed out and pecked viciously at the calves of their legs. However, this was only a light skirmishing manoeuvre, intended to create a little disorder, and the men easily drove the geese off with their sticks. Snowball now launched his second line of at-tack. Muriel, Benjamin, and all the sheep, with Snowball at the head of them, rushed forward and prodded and butted the men from every side, while Benjamin turned round and lashed at them with his small hoofs. But once again the men, with their sticks and their hobnailed boots, were too strong for them; and sud-denly, at a squeal from Snowball, which was the signal for retreat, all the animals turned and fled through the gateway into the yard. The men gave a shout of triumph. They saw, as they imagined, their enemies in flight, and they rushed after them in disorder. This was just what Snowball had in-tended. As soon as they were well inside the yard, the three horses, the three cows and the rest of the pigs, who had been lying in ambush in the cowshed, suddenly emerged in their rear, cutting them off. Snowball now gave the signal for the charge. He himself dashed straight for Jones. Jones saw him coming, raised his gun and fired. The pellets scored bloody streaks along Snowball's back, and a sheep dropped dead. Without halting for an instant Snowball flung his fifteen stone against Jones's legs. Jones was hurled into a pile of dung and his gun flew out of his hands. But the most terrifying spectacle of all was Boxer, rearing up on his hind legs and striking out with his great iron-shod hoofs like a stallion. His very first blow took a stable-lad from Foxwood on the skull and stretched him lifeless in the mud. At the sight, several men dropped their sticks and tried to run. Panic overtook them, and the next moment all the animals together were chasing them round and round the yard. They were gored, kicked, bitten, trampled on. There was not an animal on the farm that did not take vengeance on them after his own fashion. Even the cat suddenly leapt off a roof onto a cowman's shoulders and sank her claws in his neck, at which he yelled horribly. At a moment when the opening was clear the men were glad enough to rush out of the yard and make a bolt for the main road. And so within five minutes of their invasion they were in ignominious retreat by the same way as they had come, with a flock of geese hissing after them and pecking at their calves all the way. All the men were gone except one. Back in the yard Boxer was pawing with his hoof at the stable-lad who lay face down in the mud, trying to turn him over. The boy did not stir. 'He is dead,' said Boxer sorrowfully. I had no intention of doing that. I forgot that I was wearing iron shoes. Who will believe that I did not do this on purpose?' 'No sentimentality, comrade!' cried Snowball, from whose wounds the blood was still dripping. 'War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.' 'I have no wish to take life, not even human life,' repeated Boxer, and his eyes were full of tears. Where is Mollie?' exclaimed somebody. Mollie in fact was missing. For a moment there was great alarm; it was feared that the men might have harmed her in some way, or even carried her off with them. In the end, however, she was found hiding in her stall with her head buried among the hay in the manger. She had taken to flight as soon as the gun went off. And when the others came back from looking for her it was to find that the stable-lad, who in fact was only stunned, had already recovered and made off. The animals had now reassembled in the wildest excitement, each recounting his own exploits in the battle at the top of his voice. An impromptu celebration of the victory was held immediately. The flag was run up and 'Beasts of England' was sung a number of times, then the sheep who had been killed was given a solemn funeral, a hawthorn bush being planted on her grave. At the graveside Snowball made a little speech, emphasising the need for all animals to be ready to die for Animal Farm if need be. The animals decided unanimously to create a military decoration, 'Animal Hero,First Class', which was conferred there and then on Snowball and Boxer. It consisted of a brass medal (they were really some old horse-brasses which had been found in the harness-room), to be worn on Sundays and holidays. There was also 'Animal Hero, Second Class', which was conferred posthumously on the dead sheep. There was much discussion as to what the battle should be called. In the end it was named the Battle of the Cowshed, since that was where the ambush had been sprung. Mr Jones's gun had been found lying in the mud, and it was known that there was a supply of cartridges in the farmhouse. It was decided to set the gun up at the foot of the flagstaff, like a piece of artillery, and to fire it twice a year--once on October the twelfth, the anniversary of the Battle of the Cowshed, and once on Midsummer Day, the anniversary of the Rebellion.