The Grapes of Wrath. Featuring new 2021 illustrations
John Steinbeck

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John Ernst Steinbeck Jr. has been called «a giant of American letters”.His magnum opus The Grapes of Wrath, which epitomises the harrowing events of the Clutch Plague era, stirred widespread sympathy for the plight of migrant workers.Many of Steinbeck's works are set in the Salinas Valley of his childhood and they frequently explore themes of fate and the injustices suffered by their everyman protagonists. Featuring new original Illustrations by D. Fisher.

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Жас шектеулері: 16+

Құқық иегері: ООО "Мультимедийное издательство Стрельбицкого"

Басылым шыққан жыл: 2022

Баспа: Strelbytskyy Multimedia Publishing

Суретші: Fisher

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Casy said, “I been walkin’ aroun’ in the country. Ever’body’s askin’ that. What we comin’ to? Seems to me we don’t never come to nothin’. Always on the way. Always goin’ and goin’. Why don’t folks think about that? They’s movement now. People moving. We know why, an’ we know how. Movin’ ‘cause they got to. That’s why folks always move. Movin’ ‘cause they want somepin better’n what they got. An’ that’s the on’y way they’ll ever git it. Wantin’ it an’ needin’ it, they’ll go out an’ git it. It’s bein’ hurt that makes folks mad to fightin’. I been walkin’ aroun’ the country, an’ hearin’ folks talk like you

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How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past? No. Leave it. Burn it

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grows. We’ll start over. But you can’t start. Only a baby can start. You and me — why, we’re all that’s been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that’s us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can’t start again. The bitterness we sold to the junk man — he got it all right, but we have it still. And when the owner men told us to go, that’s us; and when the tractor hit the house, that’s us until we’re dead. To California or any place — every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day — the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they’ll all walk together, and there’ll be a dead terror from it.

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