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प्रश्न
Why did the daimio reward the farmer, but punish his neighbour for the same act?
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उत्तर
The farmer had sprinkled the ash over the withered cherry tree and it blossomed. Daimio was pleased seeing the miracle and he rewarded the farmer. His neighbour poured the ash over the cherry tree, but nothing happened to the tree.
Fine particles from the ash entered the eyes of the daimio and his wife. They began to sneeze and cough.
This spoiled the splendour of the procession and so the neighbour was punished by man of the landlord.
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While packing the hamper, George and Harris do a number of foolish and funny thing. Tick the statements that are true.
(i) They started with breaking a cup.
(ii) They also broke a plate.
(iii) They squashed a tomato.
(iv) They trod on the butter.
(v) They stepped on a banana.
(vi) They put things behind them, and couldn’t find them.
(vii) They stepped on things.
(viii) They packed the pictures at the bottom and put heavy things on top.
(ix) They upset almost everything.
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How does Sibia save the woman?
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Duke: You hear the team’d Bellario, what he writes:
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Give me your hand. Come you from old Bellario”?
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Duke: You are welcome : take your place.
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(v) How does Portia succeed in saving Antonio? What does this reveal of her character?
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Who is giving these instructions?
What surprises do the meadows have to offer you?
Which all surprises must the poet be talking about in these stanzas?
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