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प्रश्न
Answer of these question in a short paragraph (about 30 words).
How does he describe the old kind of teachers?
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उत्तर
Tommy said that the old kind of teachers was men, who taught the students inside a special building. The teachers taught the children in groups and gave them homework and asked them questions.
संबंधित प्रश्न
Simple Present Tense
In these sentences words like everyday, often, seldom, never, every
month, generally, usually, etc. may be used.
Fill in the blanks with the correct form of the verb in brackets.
The African lungfish can live without water for up to four years. During drought, it
___(dig) a pit and ___(enclose) itself in a capsule of slime and earth, leaving a tiny opening
for air. The capsule ___(dry) and ___(harden), but when rain ___(come), the mud
___(dissolve) and the lungfish ___(swim) away.
Thinking about the Poem
The poet finds the snake beautiful. Find the words he uses to convey its beauty.
Answer these question in one or two sentences . (The paragraph numbers within brackets provide clues to the answer.)
When did she leave home for Delhi, and why?
Imagine that you are the poet, William Wordsworth. You continue on your walk, and when you reach home you tell a friend what you saw and felt. Which of the following best describes your experience? (Work in pairs, then have a class discussion.)
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"They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
For many thousand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun;
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.
"Great praise the Duke of Marlbro'won,
And our good Prince Eugene."
"Why,'twas a very wicked thing!"
Said little Wilhelmine.
"Nay...nay...my little girl,"quoth he,
"It was a famous victory.
"And everybody praised the Duke
Who this great fight did win."
"But what good came of it at last?"
Quoth little Peterkin.
"Why that I cannot tell,"said he,
"But 'twas a famous victory."
Read the lines given above and answer the question that follow.
Explain with reference to context.
She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. “Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.” And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.
In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year’s sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year’s day.
Read the extract given below and answer the question that follow.
Why did the girl make haste to light the whole bundle of matches?
Margot stood apart from these children who could never remember a time when there wasn’t rain and rain and rain. They were all nine years old, and if there had been a day, seven years ago, when the sun came out for an hour and showed its face to the stunned world, they could not recall. Sometimes, at night, she heard them stir, in remembrance, and she knew they were dreaming and remembering an old or a yellow crayon or a coin large enough to buy the world with. She knew they thought they remembered a warmness, like a blushing in the face, in the body, in the arms and legs and trembling hands. But then they always awoke to the tatting drum, the endless shaking down of clear bead necklaces upon the roof, the walk, the gardens, the forests, and their dreams were gone. All day yesterday they had read in class about the sun. About how like a lemon it was, and how hot. And they had written small stories or essays or poems about it:
I think the snn is a flower,
That blooms for just one hour.
Read the extract given below and answer the question that follow.
What did the children read in class all day long?
Read the extract give below and answer the questions that follow:
All around the field spectators were gathered Cheeril!g on all the young women and men Then the final event of the day was approaching The last race about the beginning.
- Nine Gold Medals, David Roth
(i) Where had the 'young women and men' come from? What had brought them together? How had they prepared themselves for the event?
(ii) What was the last event of the day? How many athletes were participating in this event? What signal were they waiting for?
(iii) What happened to the youngest athlete halfway through the race? How did he respond?
(iv) What 'strange' tum did the story take at this point?
(v) Why does the poet say that the banner - 'Special Olympics' could not have been nearer the mark? What human quality does the poem celebrate?
How did the king and the hermit help the wounded man?
The king got angry when he was shown to be wrong ______.
Why the king changed his clothes and left behind his bodyguards and horse before meeting the hermit?
Give the character sketch of the narrator.
Why did Abbu Khan feel sad?
How did the king reach the rishi’s ashram? Why did the two birds behave with the king differently?
Why did the farmer bring a baby mongoose into the house?
Do you find the poem humorous? Read aloud lines which make you laugh.
Why does the snake kill insects?
Answer the following question.
Peter’s favourite day of the week is Sunday because ___________________________.
Which of the following statements is used by Angelou to describe the caged bird?
