1.Comment on the dominant variety of prose (narrative, expository or descriptive) present in each of the following passages. Write a brief critical appreciation of each passage in about 250 words each:
Ans: b)
The sun was still red and large; the sky above cloudless, and light blue glaze poured over the baking clay. But close over the ground a dirty grey haze hovered. As they followed the lane towards the sea they came to a place where, yesterday, a fair-sized spring had bubbled up by the roadside. Now it was dry again, although gurgling inwardly to itself. But the group of children were hot, far too hot to speak to one another and they sat on their ponies as loosely as possible, longing for the sea. The morning advanced. The heated air grew quite easily hotter, as if from some enormous furnace from which it could draw at will. Bullocks only shifted their stinging feet when they could bear the soil no longer; even the insects were too lethargic to pipe, the basking lizards hid themselves and panted. It was so still you could have heard the least buzz a mile off. Not a naked fish would willingly move his tail. The ponies advanced because they must. The children ceased even to think.
c)
One of my favorite family experiences was when I went to see Anne Frank’s ( a Jewish victim of the Nazi persecution during World War II) hideout in Amsterdam, Holland. I had read Anne’s published diary when I was younger, so I was extremely thrilled to actually have the chance to see where she and her family hid from the Germans for so many months. I walked up the stairs of an apartment building and into a room with only a bookshelf in it. From what I remembered from reading the diary, there was a doorknob behind the books. I found the doorknob and turned it and there was the secret annex. When I stepped into the room behind the bookshelf, I felt as if I had stepped
5back into history. I found Anne’s room still with pictures of her favorite celebrities on her walls. The Frank family’s furniture was still placed where they had left them in the rooms, everything just as described in the diary. I toured each room in awe of actually seeing how they had lived, yet with sadness to know how it all ended. Anne’s diary was no longer just a book to me, but true heart-felt, emotional life story written by a girl I felt I almost knew.
Answers
Answer:
I hope it's helpful my answer mark me brain list ans plzz
Explanation:Comment on the dominant variety of prose (narrative, expository or descriptive) present in
each of the following passages. Write a brief critical appreciation of each passage in about
250 words each
The sun was still red and large; the sky above cloudless, and light blue glaze poured over
the baking clay. But close over the ground a dirty grey haze hovered. As they followed
the lane towards the sea they came to a place where, yesterday, a fair-sized spring had
bubbled up by the roadside. Now it was dry again, although gurgling inwardly to itself.
But the group of children were hot, far too hot to speak to one another and they sat on
their ponies as loosely as possible, longing for the sea. The morning advanced. The
heated air grew quite easily hotter, as if from some enormous furnace from which it
could draw at will. Bullocks only shifted their stinging feet when they could bear the
soil no longer; even the insects were too lethargic to pipe, the basking lizards hid
themselves and panted. It was so still you could have heard the least buzz a mile off.
Not a naked fish would willingly move his tail. The ponies advanced because they must.
The children ceased even to think