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him not to be greedy. There was a long, nagging<br />
argument that went round and round, with shouts,<br />
whines, tears, remonstrances, bargainings. His<br />
tiny sister, clinging to her mother with both<br />
hands, exactly like a baby monkey, sat looking<br />
over her shoulder at him with large, mournful<br />
eyes. In the end his mother broke off threequarters<br />
of the chocolate and gave it to Winston,<br />
giving the other quarter to his sister. The little<br />
girl took hold of it and looked at it dully, perhaps<br />
not knowing what it was. Winston stood<br />
watching her for a moment. Then with a sudden<br />
swift spring he had snatched the piece of<br />
chocolate out of his sister's hand and was fleeing<br />
for the door.<br />
'Winston, Winston!' his mother called after him.<br />
'Come back! Give yoursister back her chocolate!'<br />
He stopped, but did not come back. His mother's<br />
anxious eyes were fixed on his face. Even now<br />
he was thinking about the thing, he did not know<br />
what it was that was on the point of happening.<br />
His sister, conscious of having been robbed of<br />
something, had set up a feeble wail. His mother<br />
drew her arm round the child and pressed its face<br />
against her breast. Something in the gesture told<br />
him that his sister was dying. He turned and fled<br />
down the stairs, with the chocolate growing<br />
sticky in his hand.<br />
He never saw his mother again. After he had<br />
devoured the chocolate he felt somewhat<br />
ashamed of himself and hung about in the streets<br />
for several hours, until hunger drove him home.<br />
When he came back his mother had disappeared.<br />
This was already becoming normal at that time.<br />
Nothing was gone from the room except his<br />
mother and his sister. They had not taken any<br />
clothes, not even his mother's overcoat. To this<br />
day he did not know with any certainty that his<br />
mother was dead. It was perfectly possible that<br />
she had merely been sent to a forced-labour<br />
camp. As for his sister, she might have been<br />
removed, like Winston himself, to one of the<br />
colonies for homeless children (Reclamation<br />
Centres, they were called) which had grown up<br />
as a result of the civil war, or she might have<br />
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hubo llantos, lloros, reprimendas, regateos... su<br />
hermanita agarrándose a la madre con las dos manos<br />
— exactamente como una monita — miraba a<br />
Winston con ojos muy abiertos y llenos de tristeza.<br />
Al final, la madre le dio al niño las tres cuartas partes<br />
de la tableta y a la hermanita la otra cuarta parte. La<br />
pequeña la cogió y se puso a mirarla con<br />
indiferencia, sin saber quizás lo que era. Winston se<br />
la quedó mirando un momento. Luego, con un súbito<br />
movimiento, le arrancó a la nena el trocito de<br />
chocolate y salió huyendo.<br />
— ¡Winston! ¡Winston! — le gritó su madre. Ven<br />
aquí, devuélvele a tu hermana el chocolate.<br />
El niño se detuvo pero no regresó a su sitio. Su<br />
madre lo miraba preocupadísima. Incluso en ese<br />
momento, pensaba en aquello, en lo que había de<br />
suceder de un momento a otro y que Winston<br />
ignoraba. La hermanita, consciente de que le habían<br />
robado algo, rompió a llorar. Su madre la abrazó con<br />
fuerza. Algo había en aquel gesto que le hizo<br />
comprender a Winston que su hermana se moría.<br />
Salió corriendo escaleras abajo con el chocolate<br />
derritiéndosele entre los dedos.<br />
Nunca volvió a ver a su madre. Después de comerse<br />
el chocolate, se sintió algo avergonzado y corrió por<br />
las calles mucho tiempo hasta que el hambre le hizo<br />
volver. Pero su madre ya no estaba allí. En aquella<br />
época, estas desapariciones eran normales. Todo<br />
seguía igual en la habitación. Sólo faltaban la madre<br />
y la hermanita. Ni siquiera se había llevado el abrigo.<br />
Ni siquiera ahora estaba seguro Winston de que su<br />
madre hubiera muerto. Era muy posible que la<br />
hubieran mandado a un campo de trabajos forzados.<br />
En cuanto a su hermana, quizás se la hubieran<br />
llevado — como hicieron con el mismo Winston — a<br />
una de las colonias de niños huérfanos (les llamaban<br />
Centros de Reclamación) que fueron una de las<br />
consecuencias de la guerra civil; o quizás la hubieran<br />
enviado con la madre al campo de trabajos forzados<br />
o sencillamente la habrían dejado morir en cualquier