Question

Passage A

My mother was busy in the kitchen. The synagogues were no longer open. People gathered in private homes: no need to provoke the Germans. Everything was dark like a milky black smoke.Almost every rabbi's home became a house of prayer.We drank, we ate, we sang. The Bible commands us to rejoice during the eight days of celebration, but our hearts were not in it. We wished the holiday would end so we do not to have to pretend to be happy.On the seventh day of Passover, the curtain finally rose: the Germans arrested the leaders of the Jewish community.From that moment on, everything happened very quickly. The race toward death had begun.We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parents' faces. I did not want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water.I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the coming of the Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness. My mind was empty."Get up! Roll call!"We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again. Over and over. We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for?


Question:
1. What is the style used by the author? Justify your answer with the help of clues from the text. (Marks: 1+1.5)

2. What is the tone used by the author? Justify your answer with the help of clues from the text.

Answer 1

Answer:

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Answer 2

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