ممكن مساعده للي يعرف في اللأدب الانجليزي
مـــرحـــبا وكــل عام وانتم بخير على السنه الجديده ان شاء الله تكون خير عليكم
ابـــداء بوضوعــي أنا مطلوب مني احضار ( characters , theme, climax of this story(cat in the rain short story واحب لوتكون بالعربي والانجليزي الاجابه ...سوري ثقلت عليكم :uJl04657: وهذه القصه ...وشكرا Cat in the Rain by Ernest Hemingway There were only two Americans stopping at the hotel. They did not know any of the people they passed on the stairs on their way to and from their room. Their room was on the second floor facing the sea. It also faced the public garden and war monument. There were big palms and green benches in the public garden. In the good weather there was always an artist with his easel. Artists liked the way the palms grew and the bright colors of the hotels facing the sea. Italians came from a long way off to look up at the war monument. It was made of bronze and glistened in the rain. It was raining. The rain dripped from the palm trees. Water stood in pools on the gravel paths. The sea broke in a long line in the rain. The motor cars were gone from the square by the war monument. Across the square in the doorway of the cafe a waiter stood looking out at the empty square. The American wife stood at the window looking out. Outside right under their window a cat was crouched under one of the dripping green tables. The cat was trying to make herself so compact that she would not be dripped on. “I’m going down and get that kitty,” the American wife said. “I’ll do it,” her husband offered from the bed. “No, I’ll get it. The poor kitty is out trying to keep dry under the table.” The husband went on reading, lying propped up with the two pillows at the foot of the bed. “Don’t get wet,” he said. The wife went downstairs and the hotel owner stood up and bowed to her as she passed the office. His desk was at the far end of the office. He was an old man and very tall. “Il piove,” the wife said. She liked the hotelkeeper. “Si, si, Signora, brutto tempo. It is very bad weather.” He stood behind his desk in the far end of the dim room. The wife liked him. She liked the way he wanted to serve her. She liked the way he felt about being a hotel-keeper. She liked his old, heavy face and big hands. Liking him she opened the door and looked out. It was raining harder. A man in a rubber cape was crossing the empty square to the cafe. The cat would be around to the right. Perhaps she could go along to the eaves. As she stood in the doorway an umbrella opened behind her. It was the maid who looked after their room. “You must not get wet,” she smiled, speaking Italian. Of course, the hotel-keeper had sent her. With the maid holding the umbrella over her, she walked along the gravel path until she was under their window. The table was there, washed bright green in the rain, but the cat was gone. She was suddenly disappointed. The maid looked up at her. “Ha perduto qualque cosa, Signora?” “There was a cat,” said the American girl. “A cat?” “Si, il gatto.” “A cat?” the maid laughed. “A cat in the rain?” “Yes,” she said, “under the table.” Then, “Oh, I wanted it so much. I wanted a kitty.” When she talked English the maid’s face tightened. “Come, Signora,” she said. “We must get back inside. You will be wet.” “I suppose so,” said the American girl. They went back along the gravel path and passed in the door. The maid stayed outside to close the umbrella. As the American girl passed the office, the padrone bowed from his desk. Something felt very small and tight inside the girl. The padrone made her feel very small and at the same time really important. She had a momentary feeling of being of supreme importance. She went on up the stairs. She opened the door of the room. George was on the bed reading. “Did you get the cat?” he asked, putting the book down. “It was gone.” “Wonder where it went to,” he said, resting his eyes from reading. She sat down on the bed. “I wanted it so much,” she said. “I don’t know why I wanted it so much. I wanted that poor kitty. It isn’t any fun to be a poor kitty out in the rain.” George was reading again. She went over and sat in front of the mirror of the dressing table looking at herself with the hand glass. She studied her profile, first one side and then the other. Then she studied the back of her head and her neck. “Don’t you think it would be a good idea if I let my hair grow out?” she asked, looking at her profile again. George looked up and saw the back of her neck, clipped close like a boy’s. “I like it the way it is.” “I get so tired of it,” she said. “I get so tired of looking like a boy.” George shifted his position in the bed. He hadn’t looked away from her since she started to speak. “You look pretty darn nice,” he said. She laid the mirror down on the dresser and went over to the window and looked out. It was getting dark. “I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big knot at the back that I can feel,” she said. “I want to have a kitty to sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her.” “Yeah?” George said from the bed. “And I want to eat at a table with my own silver and I want candles. And I want it to be spring and I want to brush my hair out in front of a mirror and I want a kitty and I want some new clothes.” “Oh, shut up and get something to read,” George said. He was reading again. His wife was looking out of the window. It was quite dark now and still raining in the palm trees. “Anyway, I want a cat,” she said, “I want a cat. I want a cat now. If I can’t have long hair or any fun, I can have a cat.” George was not listening. He was reading his book. His wife looked out of the window where the light had come on in the square. Someone knocked at the door. “Avanti,” George said. He looked up from his book. In the doorway stood the maid. She held a big tortoise-shell cat pressed tight against her and swung down against her body. “Excuse me,” she said, “the padrone asked me to bring this for the Signora.” |
أهلين قلبي I will try to bring the right answer ان شاء الله لأني ما أخذت هذي القصة من قبل ..
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Hello darling ^.^
It's really a great story I wish that I bring the complete answers Characterization: Gorge - The American Man: He is a main character شخصية رئيسية He is the antagonist He is a grown man أنه رجل ناضج He is Oblivious to his wife’s underlying feelings انه غافل عن مشاعر زوجته He does not listen to his wife and does not realize that they need change in their relationship in order to make her feel happy and loved انه لا يستمع إلى زوجته ولا يدرك أنهما يحتاجان إلى التغيير في علاقتهما ليجعلها تشعر بالسعادة وبأنها محبوبه من قبله He is dry, desiccated, and unable to act He seems to be a boring, selfish, and insensitive man انه رجل ممل, أناني و عديم الإحساس. He seems to see nothing wrong with his relationship to his wife انه يرى أن علاقته مع زوجته خاليه من الأخطاء He ignores his wife and he dose not care about her feelings انه يتجاهل زوجته ولا يراعي مشاعرها Gorge's wife - The American Girl She is a main, dynamic character انها شخصية رئيسية ومتغيره She is the protagonist She is acting like a girl more than a woman انها تتصرف كفتاة أكثر من تصرفها كامرأة She looks like a boy more than girl does because she has a short hair انها تبدو كصبي أكثر من كونها فتاة لأن شعرها قصير She has ignored by her husband انها متجاهلة من قبل زوجها She wants to create new ways to live her life away from boredom انها تريد خلق طرق جديدة لتعيش حياةً بعيدة عن الملل She has a desire to become a mother أن لديها رغبة لتكون أماً She feels that change needs to be made in the way that her husband acknowledges her and expresses his love for her She felt that she expressed her feelings quite clearly to George about her need for change, but his character inevitably showed no interest هي تحس بأنها عبرت عن مشاعرها بوضوح لجورج وعن حاجتها للتغيير لكن شخصيته حتماً تظهر عدم الاهتمام The padrone: He owns the hotel انه يملك الفندق He is a minor character انه شخصية ثانوية He is the one who send the cat to Gorge's wife هو الذي أرسل القطة لزجة جورج The maid:She is a minor character انها شخصية ثانوية She brings the cat هي جلبت القطة Theme: The problems that a relationship has, when one partner becomes dominant or repressive and the other is trying to change and improve the situation المشاكل التي تتعرض لها العلاقة عندما يكون أحد الشركاء مسيطراً ويكون الآخر قمعياً والآخر يحاول أن يغير ويحسن الوضع شوفي حبيبتي أنا مو متأكدة من الــ Climax بس راح اكتبها لك Climax:When she went to the table and she did not find the cat عندما ذهبت للطاولة ولم تجد القطة أتمنــى اني أفدتك ^.^ GOOD LUCK |
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