Rearranging Sentences: Robinson Crusoe Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Robinson Crusoe was born in York, England, in 1632. II. The eldest son joined the army against his father's wishes. III. Crusoe was the youngest of his parents' three sons. IV. In 1651, Crusoe embarked on a trip to London with a friend, the son of a ship's captain. V. His father was a foreign merchant who settled in Hull, a port city on England's eastern coast. VI. Crusoe earned a reputation as a sailor. VII. His father wanted to guide his sons, but they did not follow his advice. VIII. His father ran his business successfully and became quite wealthy. IX. The second son disappeared from home. Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: I → V → VIII → III → VII → II → IX → IV → VI Rewritten Story: Robinson Crusoe was born in York, England, in 1632. His father was a foreign merchant who settled in Hull, a port city on England's eastern coast. His father ran his business successfully and became quite wealthy. Crusoe was the youngest of his parents' three sons. However, his father wanted to guide his sons, but they did not follow his advice. The eldest son joined the army against his father's wishes, while the second son disappeared from home. In 1651, Crusoe embarked on a trip to London with a friend, the son of a ship's captain. Crusoe earned a reputation as a sailor.   রবিনসন ক্রুসো 1632 সালে ইয়র্ক, ইংল্যান্ডে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তার বাবা ছিলেন একজন বিদেশী বণিক যিনি ইংল্যান্ডের পূর্ব উপকূলের একটি বন্দর শহর হুলে বসতি স্থাপন করেছিলেন। তার বাবা তার ব্যবসা সফলভাবে চালিয়েছিলেন এবং বেশ ধনী হয়েছিলেন। ক্রুসো তার পিতামাতার তিন পুত্রের মধ্যে কনিষ্ঠ ছিলেন। যাইহোক, তার পিতা তার ছেলেদের পথ দেখাতে চেয়েছিলেন, কিন্তু তারা তার পরামর্শ মানেনি। বড় ছেলে বাবার ইচ্ছার বিরুদ্ধে সেনাবাহিনীতে যোগ দেয়, আর দ্বিতীয় ছেলে বাড়ি থেকে নিখোঁজ হয়। 1651 সালে, ক্রুসো জাহাজের ক্যাপ্টেনের ছেলে বন্ধুর সাথে লন্ডনে যাত্রা শুরু করেন। ক্রুসো একজন নাবিক হিসাবে খ্যাতি অর্জন করেছিলেন।   Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Crusoe was the youngest of his parents' three sons. II. Robinson Crusoe was born in York, England, in 1632. III. His father was a foreign merchant who settled in Hull, a port city on England's eastern coast. IV. The eldest son joined the army against his father's wishes. V. Crusoe embarked on a trip to London with a friend, the son of a ship's captain, in 1651. VI. He ran his business successfully and became quite wealthy. VII. The second son disappeared from home. VIII. However, his father's luck was not good; he wanted to guide his sons, but they did not follow his advice. IX. There, he earned a reputation as a sailor. Rewritten Correct Sequence: II → III → VI → I → VIII → IV → VII → V → IX Rewritten Story: Robinson Crusoe was born in York, England, in 1632. His father was a foreign merchant who settled in Hull, a port city on England's eastern coast. He ran his business successfully and became quite wealthy. Crusoe was the youngest of his parents' three sons. However, his father's luck was not good; he wanted to guide his sons, but they did not follow his advice. The eldest son joined the army against his father's wishes, while the second son disappeared from home. In 1651, Crusoe embarked on a trip to London with a friend, the son of a ship's captain. There, he earned a reputation as a sailor. রবিনসন ক্রুসো 1632 সালে ইয়র্ক, ইংল্যান্ডে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তার বাবা ছিলেন একজন বিদেশী বণিক যিনি ইংল্যান্ডের পূর্ব উপকূলের একটি বন্দর শহর হুলে বসতি স্থাপন করেছিলেন। তিনি তার ব্যবসা সফলভাবে চালিয়েছিলেন এবং বেশ ধনী হয়েছিলেন। ক্রুসো তার পিতামাতার তিন পুত্রের মধ্যে কনিষ্ঠ ছিলেন। তবে তার বাবার ভাগ্য ভালো ছিল না; তিনি তার ছেলেদের পথ দেখাতে চেয়েছিলেন, কিন্তু তারা তার পরামর্শ মানেনি। বড় ছেলে বাবার ইচ্ছার বিরুদ্ধে সেনাবাহিনীতে যোগ দেয়, আর দ্বিতীয় ছেলে বাড়ি থেকে নিখোঁজ হয়। 1651 সালে, ক্রুসো জাহাজের ক্যাপ্টেনের ছেলে বন্ধুর সাথে লন্ডনে যাত্রা শুরু করেন। সেখানে তিনি নাবিক হিসেবে সুনাম অর্জন করেন। Robinson Crusoe Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Robinson Crusoe was born in York, England in 1632 A. D. II. He first settled in Hull, a port city on the eastern coast of England. III. The eldest son joined the Army against his father's wishes. IV. Crusoe went on a trip to London with his friend, the son of a captain of a ship, in 1651. V. Robinson Crusoe was the youngest of his father's three sons. VI. His father was then a young merchant. VII. He ran his own business successfully. VIII. He became quite a wealthy man. IX. The second son disappeared from home. X. He was a foreigner. Correct Sequence: I → VI → X → II → VII → VIII → V → III → IX → IV Rewritten Story: Robinson Crusoe was born in York, England in 1632 A. D. His father was then a young merchant. He was a foreigner. He first settled in Hull, a port city on the eastern coast of England. He ran his own business successfully. He became quite a wealthy man. Robinson Crusoe was the youngest of his father's three sons. The eldest son joined the Army against his father's wishes. The second son disappeared from home. Crusoe went on a trip to London with his friend, the son of a captain of a ship, in 1651. রবিনসন ক্রুসো 1632 খ্রিস্টাব্দে ইয়র্ক, ইংল্যান্ডে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তার বাবা তখন একজন তরুণ বণিক ছিলেন। তিনি একজন বিদেশী ছিলেন। তিনি প্রথমে ইংল্যান্ডের পূর্ব উপকূলে অবস্থিত বন্দর নগরী হুলে বসতি স্থাপন করেন। তিনি সফলভাবে নিজের ব্যবসা চালাতেন। তিনি বেশ ধনী ব্যক্তি হয়ে উঠলেন। রবিনসন ক্রুসো তার পিতার তিন পুত্রের মধ্যে কনিষ্ঠ ছিলেন। বড় ছেলে বাবার ইচ্ছার বিরুদ্ধে সেনাবাহিনীতে যোগ দেন। দ্বিতীয় ছেলে বাড়ি থেকে উধাও। 1651 সালে ক্রুসো তার বন্ধু, জাহাজের ক্যাপ্টেনের ছেলের সাথে লন্ডন ভ্রমণে গিয়েছিলেন। Ad Completing Story: Failure is the pillar of success / Perseverance is the Key to Success / Robert Bruce, king of Scotland / The King and the Spider  (Story Writing) Fakhruddin Babar May 12, 2024 11 min read Updated: Jan 15 Rated 0 out of 5 stars. No ratings yet Failure is the pillar of Success It was long since Robert Bruce had been the king of Scotland. He was a good ruler and a brave warrior. He loved freedom. Scotland was then under the domination of England. Robert Bruce wanted to gain freedom of his country and fought against the English. He met the English soldiers in six battles one by one. But he was defeated each time. At last, he lost heart and gave up the hope of success. Robert Bruce was dethroned. His enemies were trying to capture him. He became a fugitive. He roamed about in search of a shelter. He was moving in hills and forests. At last, he took shelter a cave. One day the king was lying in the cave. He thought and thought over his misfortune. At that moment, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. His attention was drawn to the repeated efforts of the spider. It was trying hard again and again. The spider crawled up a few inches and then dropped on its silken thread. But it did not give up its attempts. It tried again and again and on the seventh time it began successful. The sight of the spider encouraged the king. He thought the spider was not disheartened in spite of repeated failure. But it went on trying and again and again, and at last it came out successful. It raised a new hope in the king. He came out of the cave and began to gather forces. In his last effort, he came out successful. Scotland was at last free. From the story it is proved that patience and repeated endeavours can bring anyone success. Failure is the pillar of success   It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.       Moral :                                King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.                The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.                He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.                Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success. Robert Bruce was the king of Scotland. He reigned over the country well and his subjects were happy under his rule. But the greedy king of England tried to grab his territory and rob the independence of his countrymen. The English soldiers attacked Scotland and Robert Bruce withstood the enemy with all his forces. He tried his best to uphold the independence of his country and safeguard its liberty and glory. Unfortunately, the situation was not favourable for him. After repeated defeats he had to retreat in despair and take shelter in a lonely cave. He passed some days there and in utter despair was thinking of giving up the struggle. Just at that time, he saw that a spider was trying to climb up to the roof of the cave. The spider failed again and again, but it did not give up its attempts. Thus it tried six times. Still it tried again. In the next attempt the spider succeeded in climbing up to the roof. Observing this, Bruce was inspired. He thought of fighting with the enemies again with a renewed vigour. He collected his faithful followers once more and attacked his enemies. This time the king and his men fought so bravely for the freedom of their country that the enemies were defeated. The king recovered his lost kingdom. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Complete the following story following the cue : Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But ........................ Ans.                            Perseverance of Robert Bruce Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But owing to bad luck, the famous king lost his kingdom to his enemies. However, he didn't lose heart. He wished to regain his large kingdom from the cruel hands of his enemies at any cost. He collected troops and attacked his enemies again, but he was defeated. The king lost heart and gave up hope of success. He took shelter in the cave of a mountain and was thinking over his misfortune. One day, while he was lying in the cave, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. It tried again and again but could not reach the ceiling. However, it continued its efforts and, at last, it was successful on the seventh attempt. The perseverance of the spider inspired the king. He collected his troops again, attacked his enemies, and regained his kingdom. Thus, Scotland was freed at last. This story is remarkable for its lesson: we can achieve the impossible through perseverance. A man possessing this great quality must shine in life and lead a prosperous and decent life. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Failure is the Pillar of Success Story Once upon a time there was a king in  Scotland   name  Robert Bruce . He loved his country and his people, and they love him too. But one day, enemie attack his kingdom, and he have to run away. He found a cave and sit there, feeling very sad and tired. Robert  want to get his kingdom back, so he tried to fight his enemies. He try six times, but each time he failed. Even after the seventh try, he still couldn’t win. He was very upset and thinking he was never be success. when siting in the cave,  Robert  saw a small spider trying to climb the cave wall. The spider tried to climb up but fell down again and again. It try seven times and failed each time, just like the king. But on the eighth try, the spider finally made it to the top. Seeing this,  Robert Bruce  feel hopeful again.  Robert Bruce  thinking If the little spider didn’t give up, why should He give up? So, he decided to try one more time. This time, he fight hard and won. He got his kingdom back and he learn that if you don’t give up, you can win, even after many failure. King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.              The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.              He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.              Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success/ Perseverance is the Key to Success: Robert Bruce, king of Scotland     It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.   Robert Bruce Long, long ago there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a very good king. He loved his country and his subjects very dearly. His subjects also had a great love and respect for him.  Once his enemies made a plot against him. They fought against him and drove him away. The king went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. Many of his faithful subjects joined him there. The king did not sit idle there. He formed a troop. He attacked his enemies again and again. But every time he was defeated. He had no hope of getting back his kingdom. One day the king was lying in the fort. He cast eyes on the wall and saw a spider. It was climbing up the wall. It was trying to reach the roof. But it fell down the smooth wall. Yet it did not give up its attempt. It tried again. On the eighth attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider. He revived his hope and got back his courage. With a firm resolve he attacked his enemies once again. This time, he defeated his enemies and got his lost kingdom. The King and the Spider There was a good king in Scotland named Robert Bruce. He loved very dearly his country and his subjects. His subjects had a great love and respect for him too. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom. The king with some of his faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. The king did not sit idle there. He formed an army and attacked his enemies again and again. He attacked his enemies about seven times. But all the times he was defeated. Being defeated so many times, he became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day the king was lying in the fort in a gloomy mood. Suddenly a spider attracted his eyes. It was trying to climb the roof. But it fell down every time. Yet it did not give up its attempt and on the eight attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success. He made up his mind again and with a firm determination he attacked his enemies once again. This time he defeated his enemies and got back his lost kingdom. Bangla Translation: রাজা রবার্ট ব্রুস এবং মাকড়সা একসময় স্কটল্যান্ডে একজন রাজা ছিলেন।  তার নাম ছিল রবার্ট ব্রুস। তিনি একজন মহান রাজা ছিলেন। তার প্রজারা তাকে খুব ভালোবাসত। তিনি জনপ্রিয়তা, সুনাম এবং খ্যাতির সাথে তার দেশ শাসন করতেন। কিন্তু দুর্ভাগ্যের কারণে তিনি তার রাজ্য হারান। একবার তার শত্রুরা তার বিরুদ্ধে যুদ্ধ করে তাকে তার রাজ্য থেকে তাড়িয়ে দেয়।  রাজা তার অনেক বিশ্বস্ত সৈন্য এবং প্রজাদের নিয়ে একটি বনে গিয়ে একটি গুহায় আশ্রয় নেন। তিনি সেখানে অলস বসে থাকেননি। তিনি একটি সৈন্যদল গঠন করে বারবার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেন। তিনি তার দেশের স্বাধীনতা পুনরুদ্ধারের জন্য সাহসিকতার সাথে বেশ কয়েকটি যুদ্ধ করেছিলেন কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পরাজিত হন।  তিনি প্রায় ছয়বার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেছিলেন। স্বাভাবিকভাবেই তিনি খুব দুঃখিত ছিলেন। তিনি হতাশ হয়ে পড়েন এবং যুদ্ধ না করার সিদ্ধান্ত নেন। একদিন তিনি চিন্তামগ্ন অবস্থায় একটি গুহায় শুয়ে ছিলেন। তারপর সে দেখতে পেল একটি মাকড়সা তার রেশমী সুতোর সাহায্যে গুহার ছাদে পৌঁছানোর জন্য আপ্রাণ চেষ্টা করছে। মাকড়সা বারবার উপরে ওঠার চেষ্টা করেছিল কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পড়ে গিয়েছিল। মাকড়সার একের পর এক ছয়টি প্রচেষ্টা ব্যর্থ হয়েছিল। তবুও সে হাল ছাড়েনি এবং চেষ্টা চালিয়ে যায়। ব্রুস গভীর আগ্রহের সাথে মাকড়সাটিকে পর্যবেক্ষণ করে দেখে যে মাকড়সার সপ্তম প্রচেষ্টা সফল হয়েছে। মাকড়সার অধ্যবসায় ব্রুসকে উৎসাহিত করেছিল। সে আশার আলো দেখতে পেয়েছিল। সে মাকড়সার কাছ থেকে শিক্ষা নিয়েছিল যে অধ্যবসায় সকল সাফল্যের চাবিকাঠি।  নতুন আশায় ভরপুর সে তার ছড়িয়ে ছিটিয়ে থাকা বাহিনীকে একত্রিত করে এবং নতুন শক্তি নিয়ে আবারও তার শত্রুদের মুখোমুখি হয়। এবার সে তাদের পরাজিত করতে সফল হয় এবং তার হারানো রাজ্য ফিরে পায়। Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Robert Herrick   Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. After the death of his father, his family shifted to a village in Middlesex. II. Robert Herrick, a famous poet of English Literature, was born in London, U.K. III. We do not know anything about his school years. IV. There he worked as an apprentice to his uncle in his trade of goldsmith for ten years. V. Nicholas Herrick suddenly died when Robert Herrick was a boy of five years. VI. He was again reinstated to his post and worked there till his death. VII. He entered St. John's College of Cambridge. VIII. But he was removed from the post by the puritan government. IX. His father, Nicholas Herrick, was a famous goldsmith of London. X. After taking his graduation, he joined as a rector of Dean prior in Devonshire. Correct Sequence: II → IX → V → I → IV → III → VII → X → VIII → VI Rewritten Story: Robert Herrick, a famous poet of English Literature, was born in London, U.K. His father, Nicholas Herrick, was a famous goldsmith of London. Nicholas Herrick suddenly died when Robert Herrick was a boy of five years. After the death of his father, his family shifted to a village in Middlesex. There he worked as an apprentice to his uncle in his trade of goldsmith for ten years. We do not know anything about his school years. We only know that he entered St. John's College of Cambridge. After taking his graduation, he joined as a rector of Dean prior in Devonshire. But he was removed from the post by the puritan government. He was again reinstated to his post and worked there till his death. ইংরেজি সাহিত্যের একজন বিখ্যাত কবি রবার্ট হেরিক, যুক্তরাজ্যের লন্ডনে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তার বাবা নিকোলাস হেরিক ছিলেন লন্ডনের একজন বিখ্যাত স্বর্ণকার। রবার্ট হেরিক যখন পাঁচ বছরের বালক তখন নিকোলাস হেরিক হঠাৎ মারা যান। বাবার মৃত্যুর পর তার পরিবার মিডলসেক্সের একটি গ্রামে চলে যায়। সেখানে তিনি তার চাচার শিক্ষানবিশ হিসেবে স্বর্ণকারের ব্যবসায় দশ বছর কাজ করেন। আমরা তার স্কুল বছর সম্পর্কে কিছুই জানি না. আমরা শুধু জানি যে তিনি কেমব্রিজের সেন্ট জনস কলেজে প্রবেশ করেছিলেন। স্নাতক শেষ করার পর, তিনি ডেভনশায়ারে ডিনের রেক্টর হিসেবে যোগদান করেন। কিন্তু পিউরিটান সরকার তাকে পদ থেকে সরিয়ে দেয়। তিনি আবার তার পদে পুনর্বহাল হন এবং মৃত্যুর আগ পর্যন্ত সেখানে কাজ করেন। Ad Completing Story: Failure is the pillar of success / Perseverance is the Key to Success / Robert Bruce, king of Scotland / The King and the Spider  (Story Writing) Fakhruddin Babar May 12, 2024 11 min read Updated: Jan 15 Rated 0 out of 5 stars. No ratings yet Failure is the pillar of Success It was long since Robert Bruce had been the king of Scotland. He was a good ruler and a brave warrior. He loved freedom. Scotland was then under the domination of England. Robert Bruce wanted to gain freedom of his country and fought against the English. He met the English soldiers in six battles one by one. But he was defeated each time. At last, he lost heart and gave up the hope of success. Robert Bruce was dethroned. His enemies were trying to capture him. He became a fugitive. He roamed about in search of a shelter. He was moving in hills and forests. At last, he took shelter a cave. One day the king was lying in the cave. He thought and thought over his misfortune. At that moment, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. His attention was drawn to the repeated efforts of the spider. It was trying hard again and again. The spider crawled up a few inches and then dropped on its silken thread. But it did not give up its attempts. It tried again and again and on the seventh time it began successful. The sight of the spider encouraged the king. He thought the spider was not disheartened in spite of repeated failure. But it went on trying and again and again, and at last it came out successful. It raised a new hope in the king. He came out of the cave and began to gather forces. In his last effort, he came out successful. Scotland was at last free. From the story it is proved that patience and repeated endeavours can bring anyone success. Failure is the pillar of success   It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.       Moral :                                King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.                The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.                He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.                Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success. Robert Bruce was the king of Scotland. He reigned over the country well and his subjects were happy under his rule. But the greedy king of England tried to grab his territory and rob the independence of his countrymen. The English soldiers attacked Scotland and Robert Bruce withstood the enemy with all his forces. He tried his best to uphold the independence of his country and safeguard its liberty and glory. Unfortunately, the situation was not favourable for him. After repeated defeats he had to retreat in despair and take shelter in a lonely cave. He passed some days there and in utter despair was thinking of giving up the struggle. Just at that time, he saw that a spider was trying to climb up to the roof of the cave. The spider failed again and again, but it did not give up its attempts. Thus it tried six times. Still it tried again. In the next attempt the spider succeeded in climbing up to the roof. Observing this, Bruce was inspired. He thought of fighting with the enemies again with a renewed vigour. He collected his faithful followers once more and attacked his enemies. This time the king and his men fought so bravely for the freedom of their country that the enemies were defeated. The king recovered his lost kingdom. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Complete the following story following the cue : Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But ........................ Ans.                            Perseverance of Robert Bruce Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But owing to bad luck, the famous king lost his kingdom to his enemies. However, he didn't lose heart. He wished to regain his large kingdom from the cruel hands of his enemies at any cost. He collected troops and attacked his enemies again, but he was defeated. The king lost heart and gave up hope of success. He took shelter in the cave of a mountain and was thinking over his misfortune. One day, while he was lying in the cave, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. It tried again and again but could not reach the ceiling. However, it continued its efforts and, at last, it was successful on the seventh attempt. The perseverance of the spider inspired the king. He collected his troops again, attacked his enemies, and regained his kingdom. Thus, Scotland was freed at last. This story is remarkable for its lesson: we can achieve the impossible through perseverance. A man possessing this great quality must shine in life and lead a prosperous and decent life. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Failure is the Pillar of Success Story Once upon a time there was a king in  Scotland   name  Robert Bruce . He loved his country and his people, and they love him too. But one day, enemie attack his kingdom, and he have to run away. He found a cave and sit there, feeling very sad and tired. Robert  want to get his kingdom back, so he tried to fight his enemies. He try six times, but each time he failed. Even after the seventh try, he still couldn’t win. He was very upset and thinking he was never be success. when siting in the cave,  Robert  saw a small spider trying to climb the cave wall. The spider tried to climb up but fell down again and again. It try seven times and failed each time, just like the king. But on the eighth try, the spider finally made it to the top. Seeing this,  Robert Bruce  feel hopeful again.  Robert Bruce  thinking If the little spider didn’t give up, why should He give up? So, he decided to try one more time. This time, he fight hard and won. He got his kingdom back and he learn that if you don’t give up, you can win, even after many failure. King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.              The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.              He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.              Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success/ Perseverance is the Key to Success: Robert Bruce, king of Scotland     It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.   Robert Bruce Long, long ago there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a very good king. He loved his country and his subjects very dearly. His subjects also had a great love and respect for him.  Once his enemies made a plot against him. They fought against him and drove him away. The king went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. Many of his faithful subjects joined him there. The king did not sit idle there. He formed a troop. He attacked his enemies again and again. But every time he was defeated. He had no hope of getting back his kingdom. One day the king was lying in the fort. He cast eyes on the wall and saw a spider. It was climbing up the wall. It was trying to reach the roof. But it fell down the smooth wall. Yet it did not give up its attempt. It tried again. On the eighth attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider. He revived his hope and got back his courage. With a firm resolve he attacked his enemies once again. This time, he defeated his enemies and got his lost kingdom. The King and the Spider There was a good king in Scotland named Robert Bruce. He loved very dearly his country and his subjects. His subjects had a great love and respect for him too. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom. The king with some of his faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. The king did not sit idle there. He formed an army and attacked his enemies again and again. He attacked his enemies about seven times. But all the times he was defeated. Being defeated so many times, he became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day the king was lying in the fort in a gloomy mood. Suddenly a spider attracted his eyes. It was trying to climb the roof. But it fell down every time. Yet it did not give up its attempt and on the eight attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success. He made up his mind again and with a firm determination he attacked his enemies once again. This time he defeated his enemies and got back his lost kingdom. Bangla Translation: রাজা রবার্ট ব্রুস এবং মাকড়সা একসময় স্কটল্যান্ডে একজন রাজা ছিলেন।  তার নাম ছিল রবার্ট ব্রুস। তিনি একজন মহান রাজা ছিলেন। তার প্রজারা তাকে খুব ভালোবাসত। তিনি জনপ্রিয়তা, সুনাম এবং খ্যাতির সাথে তার দেশ শাসন করতেন। কিন্তু দুর্ভাগ্যের কারণে তিনি তার রাজ্য হারান। একবার তার শত্রুরা তার বিরুদ্ধে যুদ্ধ করে তাকে তার রাজ্য থেকে তাড়িয়ে দেয়।  রাজা তার অনেক বিশ্বস্ত সৈন্য এবং প্রজাদের নিয়ে একটি বনে গিয়ে একটি গুহায় আশ্রয় নেন। তিনি সেখানে অলস বসে থাকেননি। তিনি একটি সৈন্যদল গঠন করে বারবার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেন। তিনি তার দেশের স্বাধীনতা পুনরুদ্ধারের জন্য সাহসিকতার সাথে বেশ কয়েকটি যুদ্ধ করেছিলেন কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পরাজিত হন।  তিনি প্রায় ছয়বার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেছিলেন। স্বাভাবিকভাবেই তিনি খুব দুঃখিত ছিলেন। তিনি হতাশ হয়ে পড়েন এবং যুদ্ধ না করার সিদ্ধান্ত নেন। একদিন তিনি চিন্তামগ্ন অবস্থায় একটি গুহায় শুয়ে ছিলেন। তারপর সে দেখতে পেল একটি মাকড়সা তার রেশমী সুতোর সাহায্যে গুহার ছাদে পৌঁছানোর জন্য আপ্রাণ চেষ্টা করছে। মাকড়সা বারবার উপরে ওঠার চেষ্টা করেছিল কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পড়ে গিয়েছিল। মাকড়সার একের পর এক ছয়টি প্রচেষ্টা ব্যর্থ হয়েছিল। তবুও সে হাল ছাড়েনি এবং চেষ্টা চালিয়ে যায়। ব্রুস গভীর আগ্রহের সাথে মাকড়সাটিকে পর্যবেক্ষণ করে দেখে যে মাকড়সার সপ্তম প্রচেষ্টা সফল হয়েছে। মাকড়সার অধ্যবসায় ব্রুসকে উৎসাহিত করেছিল। সে আশার আলো দেখতে পেয়েছিল। সে মাকড়সার কাছ থেকে শিক্ষা নিয়েছিল যে অধ্যবসায় সকল সাফল্যের চাবিকাঠি।  নতুন আশায় ভরপুর সে তার ছড়িয়ে ছিটিয়ে থাকা বাহিনীকে একত্রিত করে এবং নতুন শক্তি নিয়ে আবারও তার শত্রুদের মুখোমুখি হয়। এবার সে তাদের পরাজিত করতে সফল হয় এবং তার হারানো রাজ্য ফিরে পায়। Ad

Rearranging Sentences: The Rich Man and the Caretaker Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. One day, the rich man came to the garden with some of his friends and relatives. II. The caretaker at once carried out his master's order. III. The rich man and his friends and relatives tasted the fruits, but all of them were sour. IV. The rich man said to the caretaker, "You are a fool because you have been a caretaker here for so many years, but you do not know which mangoes are sweet." V. He employed a caretaker for the garden, and his duty was to guard the trees. VI. The rich man was fond of fruits, and that is why he had a large garden full of fruit trees. VII. "How should I know it, Sir?" said the caretaker. "It was my duty to guard the trees and not to taste the fruits." VIII. It was the time for mangoes, and so he asked the caretaker to pick some ripe and sweet mangoes. Correct Sequence: VI → V → I → VIII → II → III → IV → VII Rewritten Story: Once upon a time, there lived a rich man. He was fond of fruits, and that is why he had a large garden full of fruit trees. He employed a caretaker for the garden, and his duty was to guard the trees. One day, the rich man came to the garden with some of his friends and relatives. It was the time for mangoes, and so he asked the caretaker to pick some ripe and sweet mangoes. The caretaker at once carried out his master's order. The rich man and his friends and relatives tasted the fruits, but all of them were sour. So he was very angry with the caretaker. The rich man said to the caretaker, "You are a fool because you have been a caretaker here for so many years, but you do not know which mangoes are sweet." "How should I know it, Sir?" said the caretaker. "It was my duty to guard the trees and not to taste the fruits." এক সময় এক ধনী লোক বাস করত। তিনি ফল পছন্দ করতেন, তাই ফল গাছে ভরা একটি বড় বাগান ছিল। তিনি বাগানের জন্য একজন তত্ত্বাবধায়ক নিযুক্ত করেছিলেন এবং তার দায়িত্ব ছিল গাছ পাহারা দেওয়া। একদিন ধনী লোকটি তার কিছু বন্ধুবান্ধব ও আত্মীয়দের নিয়ে বাগানে এলো। এটা আমের সময়, তাই তিনি তত্ত্বাবধায়ককে কিছু পাকা ও মিষ্টি আম নিতে বললেন। তত্ত্বাবধায়ক সাথে সাথে তার প্রভুর আদেশ পালন করলেন। ধনী ব্যক্তি এবং তার বন্ধুবান্ধব এবং আত্মীয়রা ফল খেয়েছিলেন, কিন্তু তাদের সবাই টক ছিল। তাই তত্ত্বাবধায়কের প্রতি তার খুব রাগ ছিল। ধনী লোকটি তত্ত্বাবধায়ককে বলল, তুমি বোকা কারণ তুমি এত বছর ধরে এখানে তত্ত্বাবধায়ক, কিন্তু কোন আম মিষ্টি তা তুমি জানো না। "আমি এটা কিভাবে জানব, স্যার?" তত্ত্বাবধায়ক বললেন। "গাছ পাহারা দেওয়া আমার দায়িত্ব ছিল ফল না খাওয়া।" Ad Completing Story: Failure is the pillar of success / Perseverance is the Key to Success / Robert Bruce, king of Scotland / The King and the Spider  (Story Writing) Fakhruddin Babar May 12, 2024 11 min read Updated: Jan 15 Rated 0 out of 5 stars. No ratings yet Failure is the pillar of Success It was long since Robert Bruce had been the king of Scotland. He was a good ruler and a brave warrior. He loved freedom. Scotland was then under the domination of England. Robert Bruce wanted to gain freedom of his country and fought against the English. He met the English soldiers in six battles one by one. But he was defeated each time. At last, he lost heart and gave up the hope of success. Robert Bruce was dethroned. His enemies were trying to capture him. He became a fugitive. He roamed about in search of a shelter. He was moving in hills and forests. At last, he took shelter a cave. One day the king was lying in the cave. He thought and thought over his misfortune. At that moment, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. His attention was drawn to the repeated efforts of the spider. It was trying hard again and again. The spider crawled up a few inches and then dropped on its silken thread. But it did not give up its attempts. It tried again and again and on the seventh time it began successful. The sight of the spider encouraged the king. He thought the spider was not disheartened in spite of repeated failure. But it went on trying and again and again, and at last it came out successful. It raised a new hope in the king. He came out of the cave and began to gather forces. In his last effort, he came out successful. Scotland was at last free. From the story it is proved that patience and repeated endeavours can bring anyone success. Failure is the pillar of success   It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.       Moral :                                King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.                The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.                He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.                Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success. Robert Bruce was the king of Scotland. He reigned over the country well and his subjects were happy under his rule. But the greedy king of England tried to grab his territory and rob the independence of his countrymen. The English soldiers attacked Scotland and Robert Bruce withstood the enemy with all his forces. He tried his best to uphold the independence of his country and safeguard its liberty and glory. Unfortunately, the situation was not favourable for him. After repeated defeats he had to retreat in despair and take shelter in a lonely cave. He passed some days there and in utter despair was thinking of giving up the struggle. Just at that time, he saw that a spider was trying to climb up to the roof of the cave. The spider failed again and again, but it did not give up its attempts. Thus it tried six times. Still it tried again. In the next attempt the spider succeeded in climbing up to the roof. Observing this, Bruce was inspired. He thought of fighting with the enemies again with a renewed vigour. He collected his faithful followers once more and attacked his enemies. This time the king and his men fought so bravely for the freedom of their country that the enemies were defeated. The king recovered his lost kingdom. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Complete the following story following the cue : Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But ........................ Ans.                            Perseverance of Robert Bruce Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But owing to bad luck, the famous king lost his kingdom to his enemies. However, he didn't lose heart. He wished to regain his large kingdom from the cruel hands of his enemies at any cost. He collected troops and attacked his enemies again, but he was defeated. The king lost heart and gave up hope of success. He took shelter in the cave of a mountain and was thinking over his misfortune. One day, while he was lying in the cave, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. It tried again and again but could not reach the ceiling. However, it continued its efforts and, at last, it was successful on the seventh attempt. The perseverance of the spider inspired the king. He collected his troops again, attacked his enemies, and regained his kingdom. Thus, Scotland was freed at last. This story is remarkable for its lesson: we can achieve the impossible through perseverance. A man possessing this great quality must shine in life and lead a prosperous and decent life. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Failure is the Pillar of Success Story Once upon a time there was a king in  Scotland   name  Robert Bruce . He loved his country and his people, and they love him too. But one day, enemie attack his kingdom, and he have to run away. He found a cave and sit there, feeling very sad and tired. Robert  want to get his kingdom back, so he tried to fight his enemies. He try six times, but each time he failed. Even after the seventh try, he still couldn’t win. He was very upset and thinking he was never be success. when siting in the cave,  Robert  saw a small spider trying to climb the cave wall. The spider tried to climb up but fell down again and again. It try seven times and failed each time, just like the king. But on the eighth try, the spider finally made it to the top. Seeing this,  Robert Bruce  feel hopeful again.  Robert Bruce  thinking If the little spider didn’t give up, why should He give up? So, he decided to try one more time. This time, he fight hard and won. He got his kingdom back and he learn that if you don’t give up, you can win, even after many failure. King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.              The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.              He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.              Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success/ Perseverance is the Key to Success: Robert Bruce, king of Scotland     It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.   Robert Bruce Long, long ago there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a very good king. He loved his country and his subjects very dearly. His subjects also had a great love and respect for him.  Once his enemies made a plot against him. They fought against him and drove him away. The king went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. Many of his faithful subjects joined him there. The king did not sit idle there. He formed a troop. He attacked his enemies again and again. But every time he was defeated. He had no hope of getting back his kingdom. One day the king was lying in the fort. He cast eyes on the wall and saw a spider. It was climbing up the wall. It was trying to reach the roof. But it fell down the smooth wall. Yet it did not give up its attempt. It tried again. On the eighth attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider. He revived his hope and got back his courage. With a firm resolve he attacked his enemies once again. This time, he defeated his enemies and got his lost kingdom. The King and the Spider There was a good king in Scotland named Robert Bruce. He loved very dearly his country and his subjects. His subjects had a great love and respect for him too. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom. The king with some of his faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. The king did not sit idle there. He formed an army and attacked his enemies again and again. He attacked his enemies about seven times. But all the times he was defeated. Being defeated so many times, he became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day the king was lying in the fort in a gloomy mood. Suddenly a spider attracted his eyes. It was trying to climb the roof. But it fell down every time. Yet it did not give up its attempt and on the eight attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success. He made up his mind again and with a firm determination he attacked his enemies once again. This time he defeated his enemies and got back his lost kingdom. Bangla Translation: রাজা রবার্ট ব্রুস এবং মাকড়সা একসময় স্কটল্যান্ডে একজন রাজা ছিলেন।  তার নাম ছিল রবার্ট ব্রুস। তিনি একজন মহান রাজা ছিলেন। তার প্রজারা তাকে খুব ভালোবাসত। তিনি জনপ্রিয়তা, সুনাম এবং খ্যাতির সাথে তার দেশ শাসন করতেন। কিন্তু দুর্ভাগ্যের কারণে তিনি তার রাজ্য হারান। একবার তার শত্রুরা তার বিরুদ্ধে যুদ্ধ করে তাকে তার রাজ্য থেকে তাড়িয়ে দেয়।  রাজা তার অনেক বিশ্বস্ত সৈন্য এবং প্রজাদের নিয়ে একটি বনে গিয়ে একটি গুহায় আশ্রয় নেন। তিনি সেখানে অলস বসে থাকেননি। তিনি একটি সৈন্যদল গঠন করে বারবার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেন। তিনি তার দেশের স্বাধীনতা পুনরুদ্ধারের জন্য সাহসিকতার সাথে বেশ কয়েকটি যুদ্ধ করেছিলেন কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পরাজিত হন।  তিনি প্রায় ছয়বার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেছিলেন। স্বাভাবিকভাবেই তিনি খুব দুঃখিত ছিলেন। তিনি হতাশ হয়ে পড়েন এবং যুদ্ধ না করার সিদ্ধান্ত নেন। একদিন তিনি চিন্তামগ্ন অবস্থায় একটি গুহায় শুয়ে ছিলেন। তারপর সে দেখতে পেল একটি মাকড়সা তার রেশমী সুতোর সাহায্যে গুহার ছাদে পৌঁছানোর জন্য আপ্রাণ চেষ্টা করছে। মাকড়সা বারবার উপরে ওঠার চেষ্টা করেছিল কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পড়ে গিয়েছিল। মাকড়সার একের পর এক ছয়টি প্রচেষ্টা ব্যর্থ হয়েছিল। তবুও সে হাল ছাড়েনি এবং চেষ্টা চালিয়ে যায়। ব্রুস গভীর আগ্রহের সাথে মাকড়সাটিকে পর্যবেক্ষণ করে দেখে যে মাকড়সার সপ্তম প্রচেষ্টা সফল হয়েছে। মাকড়সার অধ্যবসায় ব্রুসকে উৎসাহিত করেছিল। সে আশার আলো দেখতে পেয়েছিল। সে মাকড়সার কাছ থেকে শিক্ষা নিয়েছিল যে অধ্যবসায় সকল সাফল্যের চাবিকাঠি।  নতুন আশায় ভরপুর সে তার ছড়িয়ে ছিটিয়ে থাকা বাহিনীকে একত্রিত করে এবং নতুন শক্তি নিয়ে আবারও তার শত্রুদের মুখোমুখি হয়। এবার সে তাদের পরাজিত করতে সফল হয় এবং তার হারানো রাজ্য ফিরে পায়। Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Rokeya Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Her dream was to become a doctor, but now all day long she remains busy helping her mother with household chores and looking after her younger brothers and sisters. II. Her parents have stopped paying the fees, so Rokeya does not go to school anymore. III. Rokeya is a Bangladeshi girl who is about to finish school but has no hopes of going to college. IV. Rokeya used to worry about her lessons and tests, but now she worries more about getting married and her imminent life. V. There is no way that she could protest her parents' decision. VI. Her parents have decided to marry her off because they think that educating a girl is a waste of time and money. VII. So, she is going to marry against her own will and, therefore, accepts her fate helplessly. VIII. Her dream of being educated and leading a respectable life has been shattered. IX. This is how the dreams of millions of Bangladeshi girls come to an end. Correct Sequence: III → II → I → IV → VI → V → VII → VIII → IX Rewritten Story: Rokeya is a Bangladeshi girl who is about to finish school but has no hopes of going to college. Her parents have stopped paying the fees, so Rokeya does not go to school anymore. Her dream was to become a doctor, but now all day long she remains busy helping her mother with household chores and looking after her younger brothers and sisters. Rokeya used to worry about her lessons and tests, but now she worries more about getting married and her imminent life. Her parents have decided to marry her off because they think that educating a girl is a waste of time and money. There is no way that she could protest her parents' decision. So, she is going to marry against her own will and, therefore, accepts her fate helplessly. Her dream of being educated and leading a respectable life has been shattered. This is how the dreams of millions of Bangladeshi girls come to an end. রোকেয়া একজন বাংলাদেশী মেয়ে যে স্কুল শেষ করতে চলেছে কিন্তু কলেজে যাওয়ার কোন আশা নেই। তার বাবা-মা ফি দেওয়া বন্ধ করে দিয়েছে, তাই রোকেয়া আর স্কুলে যায় না। তার স্বপ্ন ছিল ডাক্তার হওয়ার, কিন্তু এখন সারাদিন সে তার মাকে ঘরের কাজে সাহায্য করতে এবং তার ছোট ভাই বোনদের দেখাশোনা করতে ব্যস্ত থাকে। রোকেয়া তার পাঠ এবং পরীক্ষা নিয়ে চিন্তা করত, কিন্তু এখন সে বিয়ে এবং তার আসন্ন জীবন নিয়ে বেশি চিন্তিত। তার বাবা-মা তাকে বিয়ে করার সিদ্ধান্ত নিয়েছে কারণ তারা মনে করে যে একটি মেয়েকে শিক্ষিত করা সময় এবং অর্থের অপচয়। তার বাবা-মায়ের সিদ্ধান্তের প্রতিবাদ করার উপায় নেই। সুতরাং, সে তার নিজের ইচ্ছার বিরুদ্ধে বিয়ে করতে যাচ্ছে এবং তাই তার ভাগ্যকে অসহায়ভাবে মেনে নিয়েছে। তার শিক্ষিত হয়ে সম্মানজনক জীবনযাপনের স্বপ্ন ভেঙ্গে গেছে। এভাবেই শেষ হয়ে যায় লাখ লাখ বাংলাদেশি মেয়ের স্বপ্ন। Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Rokeya used to worry about her lessons and tests, but now she worries more about getting married and her imminent life. II. Her parents have decided to marry her off because they think that educating a girl is a waste of time and money. III. Rokeya is a Bangladeshi girl who is about to finish school but has no hopes of going to college. IV. There is no way that she could protest her parents' decision. V. Her dream of being educated and leading a respectable life has been shattered. VI. Rokeya remains busy helping her mother with household chores and looking after her younger brothers and sisters all day long. VII. Her parents have stopped paying the fees, so Rokeya does not go to school anymore. VIII. Her dream was to become a doctor. IX. So, she is going to marry against her own will and, therefore, accepts her fate helplessly. X. This is how the dreams of millions of Bangladeshi girls come to an end. Correct Sequence: III → VII → VIII → VI → I → II → IV → IX → V → X Rewritten Story: Rokeya is a Bangladeshi girl who is about to finish school but has no hopes of going to college. Her parents have stopped paying the fees, so Rokeya does not go to school anymore. Her dream was to become a doctor. But now, all day long, she remains busy helping her mother with household chores and looking after her younger brothers and sisters. Rokeya used to worry about her lessons and tests, but now she worries more about getting married and her imminent life. Her parents have decided to marry her off because they think that educating a girl is a waste of time and money. There is no way that she could protest her parents' decision. So, she is going to marry against her own will and, therefore, accepts her fate helplessly. Her dream of being educated and leading a respectable life has been shattered. This is how the dreams of millions of Bangladeshi girls come to an end. রোকেয়া একজন বাংলাদেশী মেয়ে যে স্কুল শেষ করতে চলেছে কিন্তু কলেজে যাওয়ার কোন আশা নেই। তার বাবা-মা ফি দেওয়া বন্ধ করে দিয়েছে, তাই রোকেয়া আর স্কুলে যায় না। তার স্বপ্ন ছিল ডাক্তার হওয়ার। কিন্তু এখন, সারাদিন, সে তার মাকে বাড়ির কাজে সাহায্য করতে এবং তার ছোট ভাই বোনদের দেখাশোনা করতে ব্যস্ত থাকে। রোকেয়া তার পাঠ এবং পরীক্ষা নিয়ে চিন্তিত ছিল, কিন্তু এখন সে বিয়ে এবং তার আসন্ন জীবন নিয়ে বেশি চিন্তিত। তার বাবা-মা তাকে বিয়ে করার সিদ্ধান্ত নিয়েছে কারণ তারা মনে করে যে একটি মেয়েকে শিক্ষিত করা সময় এবং অর্থের অপচয়। তার বাবা-মায়ের সিদ্ধান্তের প্রতিবাদ করার উপায় নেই। সুতরাং, সে তার নিজের ইচ্ছার বিরুদ্ধে বিয়ে করতে যাচ্ছে এবং তাই তার ভাগ্যকে অসহায়ভাবে মেনে নিয়েছে। তার শিক্ষিত হয়ে সম্মানজনক জীবনযাপনের স্বপ্ন ভেঙ্গে গেছে। এভাবেই শেষ হয়ে যায় লাখ লাখ বাংলাদেশি মেয়ের স্বপ্ন। Ad Completing Story: Failure is the pillar of success / Perseverance is the Key to Success / Robert Bruce, king of Scotland / The King and the Spider  (Story Writing) Fakhruddin Babar May 12, 2024 11 min read Updated: Jan 15 Rated 0 out of 5 stars. No ratings yet Failure is the pillar of Success It was long since Robert Bruce had been the king of Scotland. He was a good ruler and a brave warrior. He loved freedom. Scotland was then under the domination of England. Robert Bruce wanted to gain freedom of his country and fought against the English. He met the English soldiers in six battles one by one. But he was defeated each time. At last, he lost heart and gave up the hope of success. Robert Bruce was dethroned. His enemies were trying to capture him. He became a fugitive. He roamed about in search of a shelter. He was moving in hills and forests. At last, he took shelter a cave. One day the king was lying in the cave. He thought and thought over his misfortune. At that moment, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. His attention was drawn to the repeated efforts of the spider. It was trying hard again and again. The spider crawled up a few inches and then dropped on its silken thread. But it did not give up its attempts. It tried again and again and on the seventh time it began successful. The sight of the spider encouraged the king. He thought the spider was not disheartened in spite of repeated failure. But it went on trying and again and again, and at last it came out successful. It raised a new hope in the king. He came out of the cave and began to gather forces. In his last effort, he came out successful. Scotland was at last free. From the story it is proved that patience and repeated endeavours can bring anyone success. Failure is the pillar of success   It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.       Moral :                                King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.                The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.                He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.                Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success. Robert Bruce was the king of Scotland. He reigned over the country well and his subjects were happy under his rule. But the greedy king of England tried to grab his territory and rob the independence of his countrymen. The English soldiers attacked Scotland and Robert Bruce withstood the enemy with all his forces. He tried his best to uphold the independence of his country and safeguard its liberty and glory. Unfortunately, the situation was not favourable for him. After repeated defeats he had to retreat in despair and take shelter in a lonely cave. He passed some days there and in utter despair was thinking of giving up the struggle. Just at that time, he saw that a spider was trying to climb up to the roof of the cave. The spider failed again and again, but it did not give up its attempts. Thus it tried six times. Still it tried again. In the next attempt the spider succeeded in climbing up to the roof. Observing this, Bruce was inspired. He thought of fighting with the enemies again with a renewed vigour. He collected his faithful followers once more and attacked his enemies. This time the king and his men fought so bravely for the freedom of their country that the enemies were defeated. The king recovered his lost kingdom. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Complete the following story following the cue : Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But ........................ Ans.                            Perseverance of Robert Bruce Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But owing to bad luck, the famous king lost his kingdom to his enemies. However, he didn't lose heart. He wished to regain his large kingdom from the cruel hands of his enemies at any cost. He collected troops and attacked his enemies again, but he was defeated. The king lost heart and gave up hope of success. He took shelter in the cave of a mountain and was thinking over his misfortune. One day, while he was lying in the cave, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. It tried again and again but could not reach the ceiling. However, it continued its efforts and, at last, it was successful on the seventh attempt. The perseverance of the spider inspired the king. He collected his troops again, attacked his enemies, and regained his kingdom. Thus, Scotland was freed at last. This story is remarkable for its lesson: we can achieve the impossible through perseverance. A man possessing this great quality must shine in life and lead a prosperous and decent life. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Failure is the Pillar of Success Story Once upon a time there was a king in  Scotland   name  Robert Bruce . He loved his country and his people, and they love him too. But one day, enemie attack his kingdom, and he have to run away. He found a cave and sit there, feeling very sad and tired. Robert  want to get his kingdom back, so he tried to fight his enemies. He try six times, but each time he failed. Even after the seventh try, he still couldn’t win. He was very upset and thinking he was never be success. when siting in the cave,  Robert  saw a small spider trying to climb the cave wall. The spider tried to climb up but fell down again and again. It try seven times and failed each time, just like the king. But on the eighth try, the spider finally made it to the top. Seeing this,  Robert Bruce  feel hopeful again.  Robert Bruce  thinking If the little spider didn’t give up, why should He give up? So, he decided to try one more time. This time, he fight hard and won. He got his kingdom back and he learn that if you don’t give up, you can win, even after many failure. King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.              The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.              He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.              Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success/ Perseverance is the Key to Success: Robert Bruce, king of Scotland     It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.   Robert Bruce Long, long ago there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a very good king. He loved his country and his subjects very dearly. His subjects also had a great love and respect for him.  Once his enemies made a plot against him. They fought against him and drove him away. The king went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. Many of his faithful subjects joined him there. The king did not sit idle there. He formed a troop. He attacked his enemies again and again. But every time he was defeated. He had no hope of getting back his kingdom. One day the king was lying in the fort. He cast eyes on the wall and saw a spider. It was climbing up the wall. It was trying to reach the roof. But it fell down the smooth wall. Yet it did not give up its attempt. It tried again. On the eighth attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider. He revived his hope and got back his courage. With a firm resolve he attacked his enemies once again. This time, he defeated his enemies and got his lost kingdom. The King and the Spider There was a good king in Scotland named Robert Bruce. He loved very dearly his country and his subjects. His subjects had a great love and respect for him too. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom. The king with some of his faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. The king did not sit idle there. He formed an army and attacked his enemies again and again. He attacked his enemies about seven times. But all the times he was defeated. Being defeated so many times, he became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day the king was lying in the fort in a gloomy mood. Suddenly a spider attracted his eyes. It was trying to climb the roof. But it fell down every time. Yet it did not give up its attempt and on the eight attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success. He made up his mind again and with a firm determination he attacked his enemies once again. This time he defeated his enemies and got back his lost kingdom. Bangla Translation: রাজা রবার্ট ব্রুস এবং মাকড়সা একসময় স্কটল্যান্ডে একজন রাজা ছিলেন।  তার নাম ছিল রবার্ট ব্রুস। তিনি একজন মহান রাজা ছিলেন। তার প্রজারা তাকে খুব ভালোবাসত। তিনি জনপ্রিয়তা, সুনাম এবং খ্যাতির সাথে তার দেশ শাসন করতেন। কিন্তু দুর্ভাগ্যের কারণে তিনি তার রাজ্য হারান। একবার তার শত্রুরা তার বিরুদ্ধে যুদ্ধ করে তাকে তার রাজ্য থেকে তাড়িয়ে দেয়।  রাজা তার অনেক বিশ্বস্ত সৈন্য এবং প্রজাদের নিয়ে একটি বনে গিয়ে একটি গুহায় আশ্রয় নেন। তিনি সেখানে অলস বসে থাকেননি। তিনি একটি সৈন্যদল গঠন করে বারবার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেন। তিনি তার দেশের স্বাধীনতা পুনরুদ্ধারের জন্য সাহসিকতার সাথে বেশ কয়েকটি যুদ্ধ করেছিলেন কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পরাজিত হন।  তিনি প্রায় ছয়বার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেছিলেন। স্বাভাবিকভাবেই তিনি খুব দুঃখিত ছিলেন। তিনি হতাশ হয়ে পড়েন এবং যুদ্ধ না করার সিদ্ধান্ত নেন। একদিন তিনি চিন্তামগ্ন অবস্থায় একটি গুহায় শুয়ে ছিলেন। তারপর সে দেখতে পেল একটি মাকড়সা তার রেশমী সুতোর সাহায্যে গুহার ছাদে পৌঁছানোর জন্য আপ্রাণ চেষ্টা করছে। মাকড়সা বারবার উপরে ওঠার চেষ্টা করেছিল কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পড়ে গিয়েছিল। মাকড়সার একের পর এক ছয়টি প্রচেষ্টা ব্যর্থ হয়েছিল। তবুও সে হাল ছাড়েনি এবং চেষ্টা চালিয়ে যায়। ব্রুস গভীর আগ্রহের সাথে মাকড়সাটিকে পর্যবেক্ষণ করে দেখে যে মাকড়সার সপ্তম প্রচেষ্টা সফল হয়েছে। মাকড়সার অধ্যবসায় ব্রুসকে উৎসাহিত করেছিল। সে আশার আলো দেখতে পেয়েছিল। সে মাকড়সার কাছ থেকে শিক্ষা নিয়েছিল যে অধ্যবসায় সকল সাফল্যের চাবিকাঠি।  নতুন আশায় ভরপুর সে তার ছড়িয়ে ছিটিয়ে থাকা বাহিনীকে একত্রিত করে এবং নতুন শক্তি নিয়ে আবারও তার শত্রুদের মুখোমুখি হয়। এবার সে তাদের পরাজিত করতে সফল হয় এবং তার হারানো রাজ্য ফিরে পায়। Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Rip Van Winkle Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Rip Van Winkle was born in a village in America. II. He told the children stories of ghosts and witches. III. One day, he went into the woods with his gun and his dog, Wolf. IV. He did not like to work on his own farm and preferred to fish all day without complaint. V. He was simple and good-natured, and he would never refuse to assist a neighbor. VI. Soon he heard a voice from a distance. VII. The sun was about to set, and he thought of going home. VIII. He climbed to the highest part of the mountain. ________________________________________ Rewritten Correct Sequence: I → V → IV → III → VIII → VI → VII → II ________________________________________ Rewritten Story: Rip Van Winkle was born in a village in America. He was simple and good-natured, and he would never refuse to assist a neighbor. He did not like to work on his own farm and preferred to fish all day without complaint. One day, he went into the woods with his gun and his dog, Wolf. He climbed to the highest part of the mountain. Soon he heard a voice from a distance. The sun was about to set, and he thought of going home. He told the children stories of ghosts and witches. রিপ ভ্যান উইঙ্কলের জন্ম আমেরিকার এক গ্রামে। তিনি সরল এবং সদালাপী ছিলেন এবং তিনি কখনই প্রতিবেশীকে সাহায্য করতে অস্বীকার করতেন না। তিনি নিজের খামারে কাজ করতে পছন্দ করতেন না এবং অভিযোগ ছাড়াই সারাদিন মাছ ধরতে পছন্দ করতেন। একদিন, সে তার বন্দুক এবং তার কুকুর, নেকড়ে নিয়ে জঙ্গলে গেল। তিনি পাহাড়ের সর্বোচ্চ অংশে আরোহণ করলেন। কিছুক্ষণের মধ্যেই সে দূর থেকে একটা আওয়াজ শুনতে পেল। সূর্য অস্ত যাওয়ার উপক্রম, সে বাড়ি যাওয়ার কথা ভাবল। তিনি শিশুদের ভূত ও ডাইনির গল্প শোনান। Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He did not like to work on his own farm and preferred to fish all day without complaint. II. Rip Van Winkle was born in a village in America. III. He climbed to the highest part of the mountain. IV. The sun was about to set, and he thought of going home. V. He was simple and good-natured, and he would never refuse to assist a neighbor. VI. He told the children stories of ghosts and witches. VII. One day, he went into the woods with his gun and his dog, Wolf. VIII. Soon he heard a voice from a distance. Correct Sequence: II → V → I → VII → III → VIII → IV → VI Rewritten Story: Rip Van Winkle was born in a village in America. He was simple and good-natured, and he would never refuse to assist a neighbor. He did not like to work on his own farm and preferred to fish all day without complaint. One day, he went into the woods with his gun and his dog, Wolf. He climbed to the highest part of the mountain. Soon he heard a voice from a distance. The sun was about to set, and he thought of going home. He told the children stories of ghosts and witches. রিপ ভ্যান উইঙ্কলের জন্ম আমেরিকার এক গ্রামে। তিনি সরল এবং সদালাপী ছিলেন এবং তিনি কখনই প্রতিবেশীকে সাহায্য করতে অস্বীকার করতেন না। তিনি নিজের খামারে কাজ করতে পছন্দ করতেন না এবং অভিযোগ ছাড়াই সারাদিন মাছ ধরতে পছন্দ করতেন। একদিন, সে তার বন্দুক এবং তার কুকুর, নেকড়ে নিয়ে জঙ্গলে গেল। তিনি পাহাড়ের সর্বোচ্চ অংশে আরোহণ করলেন। কিছুক্ষণের মধ্যেই সে দূর থেকে একটা আওয়াজ শুনতে পেল। সূর্য অস্ত যাওয়ার উপক্রম, সে বাড়ি যাওয়ার কথা ভাবল। তিনি শিশুদের ভূত ও ডাইনির গল্প শোনান। Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He also found his clothes, all in rags and falling to pieces. II. One day Rip Van Winkle went out for a walk with his gun and his dog. III. On the way, he came across a group of strange-looking fellows in a place. IV. There he drank a drink and soon fell into a deep sleep. V. When he woke up, he rubbed his eyes and looked about. VI. He thought that perhaps he had been dreaming. VII. Suddenly he felt something strange on his face and he put his hand. VIII. To his surprise, he found that he had a long white beard, more than a foot long. IX. He found his old gun lying on the grass rusty and useless. Correct Sequence: II → III → IV → V → VI → VII → VIII → IX → I Rewritten Story: One day Rip Van Winkle went out for a walk with his gun and his dog. On the way, he came across a group of strange-looking fellows in a place. There he drank a drink and soon fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he rubbed his eyes and looked about. He thought that perhaps he had been dreaming. Suddenly he felt something strange on his face and he put his hand. To his surprise, he found that he had a long white beard, more than a foot long. He found his old gun lying on the grass, rusty and useless. He also found his clothes, all in rags and falling to pieces. একদিন রিপ ভ্যান উইঙ্কল তার বন্দুক এবং তার কুকুর নিয়ে হাঁটতে বেরিয়েছিলেন। পথিমধ্যে এক জায়গায় সে একদল অদ্ভুত চেহারার লোকের দেখা পেল। সেখানে তিনি একটি পানীয় পান করেন এবং শীঘ্রই গভীর ঘুমে পড়ে যান। ঘুম ভাঙ্গলে সে চোখ মুছে চারদিকে তাকাল। সে ভাবল, সে হয়তো স্বপ্ন দেখছে। হঠাৎ তার মুখে অদ্ভুত কিছু অনুভব করে সে হাত দিল। অবাক হয়ে দেখলেন যে তার লম্বা সাদা দাড়ি, এক ফুটেরও বেশি লম্বা। তিনি তার পুরানো বন্দুকটি ঘাসের উপর পড়ে থাকতে দেখেন, মরিচা ও অকেজো। সে তার জামাকাপড়ও খুঁজে পেয়েছিল, সবই ন্যাকড়ায় এবং টুকরো টুকরো পড়ে আছে। Ad Completing Story: Failure is the pillar of success / Perseverance is the Key to Success / Robert Bruce, king of Scotland / The King and the Spider  (Story Writing) Fakhruddin Babar May 12, 2024 11 min read Updated: Jan 15 Rated 0 out of 5 stars. No ratings yet Failure is the pillar of Success It was long since Robert Bruce had been the king of Scotland. He was a good ruler and a brave warrior. He loved freedom. Scotland was then under the domination of England. Robert Bruce wanted to gain freedom of his country and fought against the English. He met the English soldiers in six battles one by one. But he was defeated each time. At last, he lost heart and gave up the hope of success. Robert Bruce was dethroned. His enemies were trying to capture him. He became a fugitive. He roamed about in search of a shelter. He was moving in hills and forests. At last, he took shelter a cave. One day the king was lying in the cave. He thought and thought over his misfortune. At that moment, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. His attention was drawn to the repeated efforts of the spider. It was trying hard again and again. The spider crawled up a few inches and then dropped on its silken thread. But it did not give up its attempts. It tried again and again and on the seventh time it began successful. The sight of the spider encouraged the king. He thought the spider was not disheartened in spite of repeated failure. But it went on trying and again and again, and at last it came out successful. It raised a new hope in the king. He came out of the cave and began to gather forces. In his last effort, he came out successful. Scotland was at last free. From the story it is proved that patience and repeated endeavours can bring anyone success. Failure is the pillar of success   It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.       Moral :                                King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.                The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.                He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.                Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success. Robert Bruce was the king of Scotland. He reigned over the country well and his subjects were happy under his rule. But the greedy king of England tried to grab his territory and rob the independence of his countrymen. The English soldiers attacked Scotland and Robert Bruce withstood the enemy with all his forces. He tried his best to uphold the independence of his country and safeguard its liberty and glory. Unfortunately, the situation was not favourable for him. After repeated defeats he had to retreat in despair and take shelter in a lonely cave. He passed some days there and in utter despair was thinking of giving up the struggle. Just at that time, he saw that a spider was trying to climb up to the roof of the cave. The spider failed again and again, but it did not give up its attempts. Thus it tried six times. Still it tried again. In the next attempt the spider succeeded in climbing up to the roof. Observing this, Bruce was inspired. He thought of fighting with the enemies again with a renewed vigour. He collected his faithful followers once more and attacked his enemies. This time the king and his men fought so bravely for the freedom of their country that the enemies were defeated. The king recovered his lost kingdom. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Complete the following story following the cue : Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But ........................ Ans.                            Perseverance of Robert Bruce Once upon a time, there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over the country with popularity. His name and fame spread to many countries. But owing to bad luck, the famous king lost his kingdom to his enemies. However, he didn't lose heart. He wished to regain his large kingdom from the cruel hands of his enemies at any cost. He collected troops and attacked his enemies again, but he was defeated. The king lost heart and gave up hope of success. He took shelter in the cave of a mountain and was thinking over his misfortune. One day, while he was lying in the cave, he found a spider trying to reach the ceiling. It tried again and again but could not reach the ceiling. However, it continued its efforts and, at last, it was successful on the seventh attempt. The perseverance of the spider inspired the king. He collected his troops again, attacked his enemies, and regained his kingdom. Thus, Scotland was freed at last. This story is remarkable for its lesson: we can achieve the impossible through perseverance. A man possessing this great quality must shine in life and lead a prosperous and decent life. Moral : Patience and perseverance leads to success Failure is the Pillar of Success Story Once upon a time there was a king in  Scotland   name  Robert Bruce . He loved his country and his people, and they love him too. But one day, enemie attack his kingdom, and he have to run away. He found a cave and sit there, feeling very sad and tired. Robert  want to get his kingdom back, so he tried to fight his enemies. He try six times, but each time he failed. Even after the seventh try, he still couldn’t win. He was very upset and thinking he was never be success. when siting in the cave,  Robert  saw a small spider trying to climb the cave wall. The spider tried to climb up but fell down again and again. It try seven times and failed each time, just like the king. But on the eighth try, the spider finally made it to the top. Seeing this,  Robert Bruce  feel hopeful again.  Robert Bruce  thinking If the little spider didn’t give up, why should He give up? So, he decided to try one more time. This time, he fight hard and won. He got his kingdom back and he learn that if you don’t give up, you can win, even after many failure. King Robert Bruce and the Spider              Once upon a time there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a great king. His subjects loved him very much. He ruled over his country with popularity, good name and fame. But owing to bad luck he lost his kingdom. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom.              The king with his many faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in a cave. He did not sit idle there. He formed a troop and attacked his enemies again and again. He fought bravely several battles to regain his country’s freedom but was each time defeated.              He attacked his enemies about six times. Naturally he was very sad. He became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day he was lying in a cave in a pensive mood. Then he could see a spider trying hard to reach the ceiling of the cave with the help of its silken thread to complete the cobweb. The spider tried again and again to go up but dropped down every time. Six attempts made by the spider failed one after another. But still it did not give up the struggle and went on trying. Bruce observed the spider with keen interest and saw that the seventh attempt of the spider succeeded. The perseverance of the spider encouraged Bruce. He saw a ray of hope. He took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success.              Filled with new hope he brought together his scattered forces and faced his enemies once more with renewed energy. This time he became successful to defeat them and regained his lost kingdom. Failure is the pillar of success/ Perseverance is the Key to Success: Robert Bruce, king of Scotland     It has been quite some time since Robert Bruce reigned as king of Scotland. He was known for his valiant leadership as a ruler and a warrior. He had an ardent love for freedom, as Scotland was then under the oppressive rule of England. Robert Bruce aimed to gain the independence of his country and engaged in six battles with the English army, one after the other. However, despite his best efforts, he was defeated each time. His spirit became disheartened, and he lost hope of success. Ultimately, he was dethroned, and his enemies were determined to capture him. Robert Bruce became a fugitive, wandering aimlessly in search of refuge in hills and forests until he finally sought shelter in a cave.   One day, while lying in the cave, Robert Bruce reflected on his misfortunes. Suddenly, he observed a spider attempting to climb to the ceiling. He watched intently as the spider tried to crawl up, only to fall down on its silken thread a few inches up. But the spider did not give up. Instead, it continued to try and try again. On its seventh attempt, the spider finally succeeded in reaching the top. Robert Bruce was struck by the spider's persistence and determination. Despite repeated failures, the spider remained undeterred, never losing hope, and ultimately achieving its goal.   This sight of the spider invigorated Robert Bruce, filling him with a renewed sense of hope. He realized that success could be achieved through patience and repeated efforts. He emerged from the cave, gathering his forces for one final attempt. With persistence and perseverance, Robert Bruce was ultimately successful, and Scotland was finally freed from English rule. This story exemplifies how failures and setbacks can ultimately lead to success and that perseverance and determination are key to achieving one's goals.   Robert Bruce Long, long ago there was a king in Scotland. His name was Robert Bruce. He was a very good king. He loved his country and his subjects very dearly. His subjects also had a great love and respect for him.  Once his enemies made a plot against him. They fought against him and drove him away. The king went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. Many of his faithful subjects joined him there. The king did not sit idle there. He formed a troop. He attacked his enemies again and again. But every time he was defeated. He had no hope of getting back his kingdom. One day the king was lying in the fort. He cast eyes on the wall and saw a spider. It was climbing up the wall. It was trying to reach the roof. But it fell down the smooth wall. Yet it did not give up its attempt. It tried again. On the eighth attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider. He revived his hope and got back his courage. With a firm resolve he attacked his enemies once again. This time, he defeated his enemies and got his lost kingdom. The King and the Spider There was a good king in Scotland named Robert Bruce. He loved very dearly his country and his subjects. His subjects had a great love and respect for him too. Once his enemies fought against him and drove him away from his kingdom. The king with some of his faithful soldiers and subjects went to a forest and took shelter in an old fort. The king did not sit idle there. He formed an army and attacked his enemies again and again. He attacked his enemies about seven times. But all the times he was defeated. Being defeated so many times, he became hopeless and decided not to fight. One day the king was lying in the fort in a gloomy mood. Suddenly a spider attracted his eyes. It was trying to climb the roof. But it fell down every time. Yet it did not give up its attempt and on the eight attempt it succeeded. The king took a lesson from the spider that perseverance is the key to all success. He made up his mind again and with a firm determination he attacked his enemies once again. This time he defeated his enemies and got back his lost kingdom. Bangla Translation: রাজা রবার্ট ব্রুস এবং মাকড়সা একসময় স্কটল্যান্ডে একজন রাজা ছিলেন।  তার নাম ছিল রবার্ট ব্রুস। তিনি একজন মহান রাজা ছিলেন। তার প্রজারা তাকে খুব ভালোবাসত। তিনি জনপ্রিয়তা, সুনাম এবং খ্যাতির সাথে তার দেশ শাসন করতেন। কিন্তু দুর্ভাগ্যের কারণে তিনি তার রাজ্য হারান। একবার তার শত্রুরা তার বিরুদ্ধে যুদ্ধ করে তাকে তার রাজ্য থেকে তাড়িয়ে দেয়।  রাজা তার অনেক বিশ্বস্ত সৈন্য এবং প্রজাদের নিয়ে একটি বনে গিয়ে একটি গুহায় আশ্রয় নেন। তিনি সেখানে অলস বসে থাকেননি। তিনি একটি সৈন্যদল গঠন করে বারবার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেন। তিনি তার দেশের স্বাধীনতা পুনরুদ্ধারের জন্য সাহসিকতার সাথে বেশ কয়েকটি যুদ্ধ করেছিলেন কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পরাজিত হন।  তিনি প্রায় ছয়বার তার শত্রুদের আক্রমণ করেছিলেন। স্বাভাবিকভাবেই তিনি খুব দুঃখিত ছিলেন। তিনি হতাশ হয়ে পড়েন এবং যুদ্ধ না করার সিদ্ধান্ত নেন। একদিন তিনি চিন্তামগ্ন অবস্থায় একটি গুহায় শুয়ে ছিলেন। তারপর সে দেখতে পেল একটি মাকড়সা তার রেশমী সুতোর সাহায্যে গুহার ছাদে পৌঁছানোর জন্য আপ্রাণ চেষ্টা করছে। মাকড়সা বারবার উপরে ওঠার চেষ্টা করেছিল কিন্তু প্রতিবারই পড়ে গিয়েছিল। মাকড়সার একের পর এক ছয়টি প্রচেষ্টা ব্যর্থ হয়েছিল। তবুও সে হাল ছাড়েনি এবং চেষ্টা চালিয়ে যায়। ব্রুস গভীর আগ্রহের সাথে মাকড়সাটিকে পর্যবেক্ষণ করে দেখে যে মাকড়সার সপ্তম প্রচেষ্টা সফল হয়েছে। মাকড়সার অধ্যবসায় ব্রুসকে উৎসাহিত করেছিল। সে আশার আলো দেখতে পেয়েছিল। সে মাকড়সার কাছ থেকে শিক্ষা নিয়েছিল যে অধ্যবসায় সকল সাফল্যের চাবিকাঠি।  নতুন আশায় ভরপুর সে তার ছড়িয়ে ছিটিয়ে থাকা বাহিনীকে একত্রিত করে এবং নতুন শক্তি নিয়ে আবারও তার শত্রুদের মুখোমুখি হয়। এবার সে তাদের পরাজিত করতে সফল হয় এবং তার হারানো রাজ্য ফিরে পায়। Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Rabindranath Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Rabindranath was the fourteenth child of Debendranath and Sarada Devi Tagore. II. He described London as a dismal city, smoky, foggy, and wet. III. He was quite happy in Brighton. IV. At the age of seventeen, in 1878, he arrived in London. V. He went to school early and wrote his first verse at the age of eight. VI. But soon his brother sent him to London to benefit from the education in the West. VII. He returned home without any qualifications of distinction. VIII. He joined his brother's family at Brighton and attended school there. IX. Young Tagore joined London University, where he attended Henry Morley's lectures on English literature. X. He often visited the Houses of Parliament and listened to Gladstone and John Bright's debates on Irish Home Rule. XI. Away from his brother's home, he was lucky to find a friendly English family of Dr. and Mrs. Scott. XII. Though he was full of admiration for English society, yet he was called back to India in 1880. XIII. Their two daughters were taken aback with the presence of a "blackie" in the house. XIV. But the girls' parents, in fact, treated him like a son. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: V → I → IV → III → VI → VIII → IX → X → XI → XIII → XIV → II → XII → VII ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: He went to school early and wrote his first verse at the age of eight. Rabindranath was the fourteenth child of Debendranath and Sarada Devi Tagore. At the age of seventeen, in 1878, he arrived in London. He was quite happy in Brighton. But soon his brother sent him to London to benefit from the education in the West. He joined his brother's family at Brighton and attended school there. Young Tagore joined London University, where he attended Henry Morley's lectures on English literature. He often visited the Houses of Parliament and listened to Gladstone and John Bright's debates on Irish Home Rule. Away from his brother's home, he was lucky to find a friendly English family of Dr. and Mrs. Scott. Their two daughters were taken aback with the presence of a "blackie" in the house. But the girls' parents, in fact, treated him like a son. He described London as a dismal city, smoky, foggy, and wet. Though he was full of admiration for English society, yet he was called back to India in 1880. He returned home without any qualifications of distinction. তিনি খুব তাড়াতাড়ি স্কুলে গিয়েছিলেন এবং আট বছর বয়সে তার প্রথম কবিতা লিখেছিলেন। দেবেন্দ্রনাথ ও সারদা দেবী ঠাকুরের চতুর্দশ সন্তান ছিলেন রবীন্দ্রনাথ। 1878 সালে সতের বছর বয়সে তিনি লন্ডনে আসেন। ব্রাইটনে বেশ খুশিই ছিলেন তিনি। কিন্তু শীঘ্রই তার ভাই তাকে পশ্চিমের শিক্ষা থেকে উপকৃত হওয়ার জন্য লন্ডনে পাঠান। তিনি ব্রাইটনে তার ভাইয়ের পরিবারে যোগ দেন এবং সেখানে স্কুলে ভর্তি হন। তরুণ ঠাকুর লন্ডন বিশ্ববিদ্যালয়ে যোগ দেন, যেখানে তিনি ইংরেজি সাহিত্যের উপর হেনরি মর্লির বক্তৃতায় অংশ নেন। তিনি প্রায়ই পার্লামেন্টের হাউসে যেতেন এবং আইরিশ হোম রুল নিয়ে গ্ল্যাডস্টোন এবং জন ব্রাইটের বিতর্ক শুনতেন। তার ভাইয়ের বাড়ি থেকে দূরে, ডক্টর এবং মিসেস স্কটের বন্ধুত্বপূর্ণ ইংরেজি পরিবার খুঁজে পেয়ে তিনি ভাগ্যবান। তাদের দুই মেয়ে বাড়িতে একজন "কালো" উপস্থিতিতে বিস্মিত হয়। কিন্তু মেয়েদের বাবা-মা আসলে তাকে ছেলের মতোই দেখতেন। তিনি লন্ডনকে একটি বিপর্যস্ত শহর, ধোঁয়াটে, কুয়াশাচ্ছন্ন এবং ভেজা হিসেবে বর্ণনা করেছেন। যদিও তিনি ইংরেজ সমাজের প্রশংসায় ভরপুর ছিলেন, তথাপি 1880 সালে তাঁকে ভারতে ফেরত ডাকা হয়। তিনি কোনো রকমের যোগ্যতা ছাড়াই দেশে ফিরে আসেন। Rabindranath Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. At the age of seventeen, he was sent to London to study law. II. He wrote his poetic novel Banaphul at the age of fifteen. III. After the completion of his house education, he was sent to school. IV. Rabindranath was born in the renowned Tagore family on March 1861. V. But he studied literature with Professor Henry Morley, only for a few months and then returned home. VI. Only at the age of eight, he started composing poems. VII. So arrangements were made at home for his proper education. VIII. In his thirteenth year, Rabindranath, along with his father, went to visit the Himalayas. IX. When he was sixteen, his poems and essays were being published in journals. X. But he did not like institutional education. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: IV → III → X → VII → VI → VIII → II → IX → I → V ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Rabindranath was born in the renowned Tagore family on March 1861. After the completion of his house education, he was sent to school. But he did not like institutional education. So arrangements were made at home for his proper education. Only at the age of eight, he started composing poems. In his thirteenth year, Rabindranath, along with his father, went to visit the Himalayas. He wrote his poetic novel Banaphul at the age of fifteen. When he was sixteen, his poems and essays were being published in journals. At the age of seventeen, he was sent to London to study law. But he studied literature with Professor Henry Morley, only for a few months and then returned home. রবীন্দ্রনাথ 1861 সালের মার্চ মাসে বিখ্যাত ঠাকুর পরিবারে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। গৃহশিক্ষা শেষ করার পর তাকে স্কুলে পাঠানো হয়। কিন্তু তিনি প্রাতিষ্ঠানিক শিক্ষা পছন্দ করেননি। তাই বাড়িতেই তার যথাযথ শিক্ষার ব্যবস্থা করা হয়। মাত্র আট বছর বয়সে তিনি কবিতা রচনা শুরু করেন। ত্রয়োদশ বছরে বাবার সঙ্গে রবীন্দ্রনাথ হিমালয় ভ্রমণে যান। তিনি পনের বছর বয়সে তার কাব্য উপন্যাস বনফুল রচনা করেন। তাঁর বয়স যখন ষোল, তখন তাঁর কবিতা ও প্রবন্ধ পত্রিকায় প্রকাশিত হতে থাকে। সতেরো বছর বয়সে তাকে আইন বিষয়ে পড়ার জন্য লন্ডনে পাঠানো হয়। কিন্তু তিনি অধ্যাপক হেনরি মর্লির কাছে সাহিত্য অধ্যয়ন করেন, মাত্র কয়েক মাস এবং তারপর দেশে ফিরে আসেন। Rabindranath Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He was a man of versatile genius. II. Some of his best works are Gitanjali, Sonar Tari, Kheya, Balaka, etc. III. He composed Gitanjali, a book of poems, and won the Nobel Prize in 1913. IV. He established a school at Santiniketan and afterwards founded the University of Viswa Bharati. V. He was a great patriot. VI. His father was Maharshi Debendranath Tagore. VII. He had no regular school education. VIII. He was educated at home by his father and tutors. IX. Rabindranath Tagore was born at Jarasanko, in Calcutta on 7 May, 1861. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: IX → VI → VII → VIII → I → II → III → IV → V ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Rabindranath Tagore was born at Jarasanko, in Calcutta on 7 May, 1861. His father was Maharshi Debendranath Tagore. He had no regular school education. He was educated at home by his father and tutors. He was a man of versatile genius. Some of his best works are Gitanjali, Sonar Tari, Kheya, Balaka, etc. He composed Gitanjali, a book of poems, and won the Nobel Prize in 1913. He established a school at Santiniketan and afterwards founded the University of Viswa Bharati. He was a great patriot. রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর ১৮৬১ সালের ৭ মে কলকাতার জরাসাঁকোতে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তাঁর পিতা মহর্ষি দেবেন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর। তার কোনো নিয়মিত স্কুল শিক্ষা ছিল না। তিনি বাড়িতে তার বাবা এবং শিক্ষকদের দ্বারা শিক্ষিত হন। তিনি ছিলেন বহুমুখী প্রতিভার অধিকারী মানুষ। তার সেরা কিছু কাজ হল গীতাঞ্জলি, সোনার তরী, খেয়া, বলাকা ইত্যাদি। তিনি গীতাঞ্জলি রচনা করেন, একটি কবিতার বই, এবং 1913 সালে নোবেল পুরস্কার লাভ করেন। তিনি শান্তিনিকেতনে একটি স্কুল প্রতিষ্ঠা করেন এবং পরে বিশ্বভারতী বিশ্ববিদ্যালয় প্রতিষ্ঠা করেন। তিনি একজন মহান দেশপ্রেমিক ছিলেন। Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He was born in 1861 in Kolkata in Jorasako Tagore family. II. Rabindranath was one of the greatest poets in the world. III. He composed our National Anthem, "Amar Sonar Bangla." IV. He was a great teacher. V. He achieved Nobel Prize in 1913 for the 'Gitanjali'. VI. He was also a philosopher, musician, novelist, and short story writer. VII. He established Bengali in the history of the world. VIII. He breathed his last on 9th August, 1941. IX. His name will remain alive so long as Bengali will have existence. X. He is the pride of our literature. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: ii → i → vii → iii → iv → vi → v → viii → x → ix ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Rabindranath was one of the greatest poets in the world. He was born in 1861 in Kolkata in the Jorasako Tagore family. He established Bengali in the history of the world. He composed our National Anthem, "Amar Sonar Bangla." He was a great teacher. He was also a philosopher, musician, novelist, and short story writer. He achieved the Nobel Prize in 1913 for 'Gitanjali'. He breathed his last on 9th August, 1941. He is the pride of our literature. His name will remain alive so long as Bengali will have existence. রবীন্দ্রনাথ ছিলেন পৃথিবীর শ্রেষ্ঠ কবিদের একজন। তিনি 1861 সালে কলকাতায় জোড়াসাকো ঠাকুর পরিবারে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। পৃথিবীর ইতিহাসে তিনি বাংলাকে প্রতিষ্ঠিত করেছেন। তিনি আমাদের জাতীয় সঙ্গীত রচনা করেছিলেন, "আমার সোনার বাংলা।" তিনি একজন মহান শিক্ষক ছিলেন। তিনি একজন দার্শনিক, সঙ্গীতজ্ঞ, ঔপন্যাসিক এবং ছোটগল্পকারও ছিলেন। 1913 সালে 'গীতাঞ্জলি'র জন্য তিনি নোবেল পুরস্কার পান। ১৯৪১ সালের ৯ আগস্ট তিনি শেষ নিঃশ্বাস ত্যাগ করেন। তিনি আমাদের সাহিত্যের গর্ব। যতদিন বাঙালি থাকবে ততদিন তার নাম বেঁচে থাকবে। Rabindranath Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Rabindranath Tagore was one of the most leading poets in the history of world literature. II. Only at the age of eight, he started composing poems. III. He was at the same time a poet, a novelist, a dramatist, a philosopher, and a musician. IV. He was born in the renowned Tagore Family in March, 1861. V. After the completion of his house education, he was sent to school. VI. But he did not like institutional education. VII. So arrangements were made at home for his proper education. VIII. In his thirteenth year, Rabindranath along with his father went to visit the Himalayas. IX. At the age of seventeen, he was sent to London to study law. X. But there he studied literature. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: i → iv → ii → v → vi → vii → viii → ix → x → iii ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Rabindranath Tagore was one of the most leading poets in the history of world literature. He was born in the renowned Tagore family in March, 1861. Only at the age of eight, he started composing poems. After the completion of his house education, he was sent to school. But he did not like institutional education. So arrangements were made at home for his proper education. In his thirteenth year, Rabindranath, along with his father, went to visit the Himalayas. At the age of seventeen, he was sent to London to study law. But there he studied literature. He was at the same time a poet, a novelist, a dramatist, a philosopher, and a musician. বিশ্ব সাহিত্যের ইতিহাসে রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর ছিলেন অন্যতম প্রধান কবি। 1861 সালের মার্চ মাসে তিনি বিখ্যাত ঠাকুর পরিবারে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। মাত্র আট বছর বয়সে তিনি কবিতা রচনা শুরু করেন। ঘরের লেখাপড়া শেষ করে তাকে স্কুলে পাঠানো হয়। কিন্তু তিনি প্রাতিষ্ঠানিক শিক্ষা পছন্দ করেননি। তাই বাড়িতেই তার যথাযথ শিক্ষার ব্যবস্থা করা হয়। ত্রয়োদশ বছরে বাবার সঙ্গে রবীন্দ্রনাথ হিমালয় ভ্রমণে যান। সতেরো বছর বয়সে তাকে আইন অধ্যয়নের জন্য লন্ডনে পাঠানো হয়। কিন্তু সেখানে তিনি সাহিত্য নিয়ে পড়াশোনা করেন। তিনি একই সাথে একজন কবি, একজন ঔপন্যাসিক, একজন নাট্যকার, একজন দার্শনিক এবং একজন সঙ্গীতজ্ঞ ছিলেন। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Penicillin Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He was the seventh of eight brothers and sisters. II. Fleming was born in a poor family of Scotland. III. He passed his boyhood with his parents. IV. Fleming was a very regular and attentive student. V. He went to school and came back home on foot. VI. The school was four miles away from their house. VII. Penicillin is a life-saving medicine. VIII. It was discovered by Dr. Alexander Fleming. IX. Dr. Fleming was given the title "Knight" (Sir) in 1944 for his humanitarian services. X. Up to the age of twelve years, he was never absent from school. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: ii → i → iii → iv → vi → v → x → vii → viii → ix ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Fleming was born in a poor family of Scotland. He was the seventh of eight brothers and sisters. He passed his boyhood with his parents. Fleming was a very regular and attentive student. The school was four miles away from their house. He went to school and came back home on foot. Up to the age of twelve years, he was never absent from school. Penicillin is a life-saving medicine. It was discovered by Dr. Alexander Fleming. Dr. Fleming was given the title "Knight" (Sir) in 1944 for his humanitarian services. ফ্লেমিং স্কটল্যান্ডের এক দরিদ্র পরিবারে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। আট ভাই-বোনের মধ্যে তিনি ছিলেন সপ্তম। বাবা-মায়ের সঙ্গেই কেটেছে শৈশব। ফ্লেমিং খুব নিয়মিত এবং মনোযোগী ছাত্র ছিলেন। তাদের বাড়ি থেকে স্কুল ছিল চার মাইল দূরে। স্কুলে গিয়ে পায়ে হেঁটে বাড়ি ফিরে আসেন। বারো বছর বয়স পর্যন্ত তিনি কখনোই স্কুলে অনুপস্থিত ছিলেন না। পেনিসিলিন একটি জীবন রক্ষাকারী ওষুধ। এটি আবিষ্কার করেন ডঃ আলেকজান্ডার ফ্লেমিং। ডঃ ফ্লেমিংকে তার মানবিক সেবার জন্য 1944 সালে "নাইট" (স্যার) উপাধি দেওয়া হয়। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Olympic Games Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. After that, the games were held every four years until 394 A.D. II. Then they were not held for a long time. III. Again, De-Cubartin, a French nobleman, planned to restart the games among world communities. IV. The first Olympic Games were held in 776 B.C. V. They were held at the foot of Mount Olympus. VI. So the modern Olympic Games began in 1896. VII. At the beginning, they were only meant for men. VIII. Later, gradually, women were allowed to participate in the games. IX. But during the two World Wars, the games could not be held. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: iv → v → i → ii → iii → vi → vii → viii → ix ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: The first Olympic Games were held in 776 B.C. They were held at the foot of Mount Olympus. After that, the games were held every four years until 394 A.D. Then they were not held for a long time. Again, De-Cubartin, a French nobleman, planned to restart the games among world communities. So the modern Olympic Games began in 1896. At the beginning, they were only meant for men. Later, gradually, women were allowed to participate in the games. But during the two World Wars, the games could not be held. প্রথম অলিম্পিক গেমস 776 খ্রিস্টপূর্বাব্দে অনুষ্ঠিত হয়েছিল। তারা অলিম্পাস পর্বতের পাদদেশে অনুষ্ঠিত হয়েছিল। এরপর, 394 খ্রিস্টাব্দ পর্যন্ত প্রতি চার বছর পরপর খেলা অনুষ্ঠিত হয়, তারপরে সেগুলি দীর্ঘ সময়ের জন্য অনুষ্ঠিত হয়নি। আবার, ডি-কিউবার্টিন, একজন ফরাসি সম্ভ্রান্ত ব্যক্তি, বিশ্ব সম্প্রদায়ের মধ্যে গেমগুলি পুনরায় চালু করার পরিকল্পনা করেছিলেন। তাই আধুনিক অলিম্পিক গেমস 1896 সালে শুরু হয়েছিল। শুরুতে, তারা শুধুমাত্র পুরুষদের জন্য ছিল। পরে, ধীরে ধীরে, মহিলাদের গেমগুলিতে অংশগ্রহণের অনুমতি দেওয়া হয়। কিন্তু দুই বিশ্বযুদ্ধের সময় খেলাগুলো অনুষ্ঠিত হতে পারেনি। Olympic Games Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. But during the two World Wars, the games could not be held. II. Then they were not held for a long time. III. After that, the games were held every four years until 394 A.D. IV. So the modern Olympic Games began in 1896. V. At the beginning, they were only meant for men. VI. Again, De-Cubartin, a French nobleman, planned to restart the games among world communities. VII. The first Olympic Games were held in 776 B.C. VIII. They were held at the foot of Mount Olympus. IX. That is why they are called the Olympic Games. X. Later, gradually, women were allowed to participate in the games. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: vii → viii → ix → iii → ii → vi → iv → v → x → i ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: The first Olympic Games were held in 776 B.C. They were held at the foot of Mount Olympus. That is why they are called the Olympic Games. After that, the games were held every four years until 394 A.D. Then they were not held for a long time. Again, De-Cubartin, a French nobleman, planned to restart the games among world communities. So the modern Olympic Games began in 1896. At the beginning, they were only meant for men. Later, gradually, women were allowed to participate in the games. But during the two World Wars, the games could not be held. Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Othello Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. She was so beautiful that many young men of the best families wished to marry her. II. Othello was a brave soldier who had risen to become a general. III. Brabantio, a rich senator of Venice, had only one child, a daughter named Desdemona. IV. Desdemona was fascinated by his stories and especially by the story of his life. V. Othello had shown his bravery in many bloody battles against the Turks. VI. Othello told them strange stories of battles he had fought in and places he had seen. VII. She refused them because she loved Othello, a noble Moor from North Africa. VIII. Brabantio often invited Othello to his house where he and his daughter listened in wonder to Othello. IX. Othello told them of deserts, caves, and mountains high enough to touch the sky. X. Hearing it, she had to weep and she never became tired of listening to it. XI. She pitied Othello for the misfortunes and hardships of his life. XII. Her pity soon turned to love and she confessed to Othello that she loved him. XIII. He also told them of men who ate human flesh and of a strange race of people whose heads were under their shoulders. XIV. Everyone praised him and the senate trusted and honoured him. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: ii → v → xiv → iii → viii → iv → ix → xiii → x → xi → xii → i → vii ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Othello was a brave soldier who had risen to become a general. He had shown his bravery in many bloody battles against the Turks. Everyone praised him and the senate trusted and honoured him. Brabantio, a rich senator of Venice, had only one child, a daughter named Desdemona. Brabantio often invited Othello to his house where he and his daughter listened in wonder to Othello. Othello told them strange stories of battles he had fought in and places he had seen. He told them of deserts, caves, and mountains high enough to touch the sky. He also told them of men who ate human flesh and of a strange race of people whose heads were under their shoulders. Desdemona was fascinated by his stories and especially by the story of his life. Hearing it, she had to weep and she never became tired of listening to it. She pitied Othello for the misfortunes and hardships of his life. Her pity soon turned to love and she confessed to Othello that she loved him. She was so beautiful that many young men of the best families wished to marry her. She refused them because she loved Othello, a noble Moor from North Africa. ওথেলো একজন সাহসী সৈনিক ছিলেন যিনি একজন জেনারেল হয়ে উঠেছিলেন। তুর্কিদের বিরুদ্ধে বহু রক্তক্ষয়ী যুদ্ধে তিনি তার বীরত্ব দেখিয়েছিলেন। সবাই তার প্রশংসা করেছে এবং সিনেট তাকে বিশ্বাস করেছে এবং সম্মান করেছে। ভেনিসের ধনী সিনেটর ব্রাবান্তিওর একটি মাত্র সন্তান ছিল, যার নাম ডেসডেমোনা। ব্রাবান্তিও প্রায়ই ওথেলোকে তার বাড়িতে আমন্ত্রণ জানাতেন যেখানে তিনি এবং তার মেয়ে বিস্ময়ের সাথে ওথেলোর কথা শুনতেন। ওথেলো তাদের যুদ্ধের অদ্ভুত গল্প শোনালেন যেখানে তিনি লড়াই করেছিলেন এবং যে জায়গাগুলি তিনি দেখেছিলেন। তিনি তাদের মরুভূমি, গুহা এবং আকাশ ছোঁয়ার মতো উঁচু পাহাড়ের কথা বলেছিলেন। তিনি তাদের এমন লোকদের কথাও বলেছিলেন যারা মানুষের মাংস খেয়েছিল এবং এক অদ্ভুত জাতি যাদের মাথা তাদের কাঁধের নীচে ছিল। Desdemona তার গল্প এবং বিশেষ করে তার জীবনের গল্প দ্বারা মুগ্ধ ছিল. এটা শুনে তাকে কাঁদতে হয়েছিল এবং সে শুনতে শুনতে ক্লান্ত হয়নি। তিনি ওথেলোকে তার জীবনের দুর্ভাগ্য এবং কষ্টের জন্য করুণা করেছিলেন। তার করুণা শীঘ্রই প্রেমে পরিণত হয় এবং সে ওথেলোর কাছে স্বীকার করে যে সে তাকে ভালবাসে। তিনি এত সুন্দরী ছিলেন যে সেরা পরিবারের অনেক যুবক তাকে বিয়ে করতে চেয়েছিল। তিনি তাদের প্রত্যাখ্যান করেছিলেন কারণ তিনি ওথেলোকে ভালোবাসতেন, উত্তর আফ্রিকার একজন সম্ভ্রান্ত মুর। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Nambi. Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. The villagers were enchanted by a man whose name was Nambi. II. He lived in a temple at the edge of the village. III. Before telling a story, he used to light a lamp in front of the tree. IV. He passed his time under the banyan tree in front of the temple. V. He was so ignorant that he could not tell his age. VI. One day, he could not continue his story. VII. After a few days, he called all the villagers and told them something. VIII. He never spoke for the rest of his life. IX. There was a remote village named Somal. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: ix → i → ii → iv → v → iii → vi → vii → viii ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: There was a remote village named Somal. The villagers were enchanted by a man whose name was Nambi. He lived in a temple at the edge of the village. He passed his time under the banyan tree in front of the temple. He was so ignorant that he could not tell his age. Before telling a story, he used to light a lamp in front of the tree. One day, he could not continue his story. After a few days, he called all the villagers and told them something. He never spoke for the rest of his life. সোমল নামে একটি প্রত্যন্ত গ্রাম ছিল। গ্রামবাসীরা নাম্বি নামে এক ব্যক্তিকে মুগ্ধ করেছিল। গ্রামের প্রান্তে একটি মন্দিরে থাকতেন। মন্দিরের সামনের বটগাছের নিচে সময় পার করেন তিনি। তিনি এতটাই অজ্ঞান ছিলেন যে তিনি তার বয়স বলতে পারেননি। গল্প বলার আগে গাছের সামনে বাতি জ্বালাতেন। একদিন, তিনি তার গল্প চালিয়ে যেতে পারেননি। কয়েকদিন পর তিনি গ্রামের সকলকে ডেকে কিছু বললেন। তিনি সারাজীবন কথা বলেননি। Nambi was a great storyteller Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Nambi realized that the goddess had taken away his gift of storytelling. II. Then one day he invited his audience again for another story, but the story would not come as Nambi struggled and stammered. III. Nambi was a great storyteller. IV. Nambi would open the story with a question on the first day. V. As the moon slipped behind the trees, Nambi would stop for the day and abruptly rise and go home. VI. On the nights he had a story to tell, he would light a lamp in the niche of a banyan tree. VII. His home was the little temple at the very edge of the village Somal. VIII. On the day the story was finished, the villagers went to the temple and prayed. IX. And the storytelling would continue throughout the month, and thus Nambi went on for prayers. X. The audience felt frustrated and left in silence. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: III → VII → IV → VI → V → VIII → IX → II → I → X ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Nambi was a great storyteller. His home was the little temple at the very edge of the village Somal. On the first day, Nambi would open the story with a question. On the nights he had a story to tell, he would light a lamp in the niche of a banyan tree. As the moon slipped behind the trees, Nambi would stop for the day and abruptly rise and go home. On the day the story was finished, the villagers went to the temple and prayed. And the storytelling would continue throughout the month, and thus Nambi went on for prayers. Then one day he invited his audience again for another story, but the story would not come as Nambi struggled and stammered. Nambi realized that the goddess had taken away his gift of storytelling. The audience felt frustrated and left in silence. নাম্বি একজন মহান গল্পকার ছিলেন। তার বাড়ি ছিল সোমাল গ্রামের একেবারে প্রান্তে ছোট্ট মন্দির। প্রথম দিন, নাম্বি একটি প্রশ্ন দিয়ে গল্প খুলবেন। যে রাতে তার গল্প বলার ছিল, সে রাতে বটগাছের কুলুঙ্গিতে প্রদীপ জ্বালাতেন। চাঁদ গাছের আড়ালে চলে গেলে, নাম্বি দিনের জন্য থামবে এবং হঠাৎ উঠে বাড়ি চলে যাবে। যেদিন গল্প শেষ হল, সেদিন গ্রামবাসীরা মন্দিরে গিয়ে প্রার্থনা করল। এবং গল্প বলা চলবে মাস জুড়ে, এবং এইভাবে নাম্বি প্রার্থনার জন্য চলে গেল। তারপর একদিন তিনি তার শ্রোতাদের আবার অন্য একটি গল্পের জন্য আমন্ত্রণ জানান, কিন্তু নাম্বি সংগ্রাম এবং স্তব্ধ হওয়ার কারণে গল্পটি আসবে না। নাম্বি বুঝতে পারলেন যে দেবী তার গল্প বলার দান কেড়ে নিয়েছেন। শ্রোতারা হতাশ হয়ে নীরবে চলে গেল। Nambi was a great storyteller Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Nambi realized that the goddess had taken away his gift of storytelling. II. Then one day he invited his audience again for another story, but the story would not come as Nambi struggled and stammered. III. Nambi was a great storyteller. IV. Nambi would open the story with a question on the first day. V. As the moon slipped behind the trees, Nambi would stop for the day and abruptly rise and go home. VI. On the nights he had a story to tell, he would light a lamp in the niche of a banyan tree. VII. His home was the little temple at the very edge of the village Somal. VIII. On the day the story was finished, the villagers went to the temple and prayed. IX. And the storytelling would continue throughout the month, and thus Nambi went on for prayers. X. The audience felt frustrated and left in silence. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: III → VII → IV → VI → V → VIII → IX → II → I → X ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Nambi was a great storyteller. His home was the little temple at the very edge of the village Somal. On the first day, Nambi would open the story with a question. On the nights he had a story to tell, he would light a lamp in the niche of a banyan tree. As the moon slipped behind the trees, Nambi would stop for the day and abruptly rise and go home. On the day the story was finished, the villagers went to the temple and prayed. And the storytelling would continue throughout the month, and thus Nambi went on for prayers. Then one day he invited his audience again for another story, but the story would not come as Nambi struggled and stammered. Nambi realized that the goddess had taken away his gift of storytelling. The audience felt frustrated and left in silence. নাম্বি একজন মহান গল্পকার ছিলেন। তার বাড়ি ছিল সোমাল গ্রামের একেবারে প্রান্তে ছোট্ট মন্দির। প্রথম দিন, নাম্বি একটি প্রশ্ন দিয়ে গল্প খুলবেন। যে রাতে তার গল্প বলার ছিল, সে রাতে বটগাছের কুলুঙ্গিতে প্রদীপ জ্বালাতেন। চাঁদ গাছের আড়ালে চলে গেলে, নাম্বি দিনের জন্য থামবে এবং হঠাৎ উঠে বাড়ি চলে যাবে। যেদিন গল্প শেষ হল, সেদিন গ্রামবাসীরা মন্দিরে গিয়ে প্রার্থনা করল। এবং গল্প বলা চলবে মাস জুড়ে, এবং এইভাবে নাম্বি প্রার্থনার জন্য চলে গেল। তারপর একদিন তিনি তার শ্রোতাদের আবার অন্য একটি গল্পের জন্য আমন্ত্রণ জানান, কিন্তু নাম্বি সংগ্রাম এবং স্তব্ধ হওয়ার কারণে গল্পটি আসবে না। নাম্বি বুঝতে পারলেন যে দেবী তার গল্প বলার দান কেড়ে নিয়েছেন। শ্রোতারা হতাশ হয়ে নীরবে চলে গেল। Remote village named Somal Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He was so ignorant that he could not tell his age. II. One day, he could not continue his story. III. He passed his time under the banyan tree in front of the temple. IV. After a few days, he called all the villagers and told them something. V. The villagers were enchanted by a man whose name was Nambi. VI. But he used to tell stories to the people of the village that were of great interest. VII. Before telling a story, he used to light a lamp in front of the tree. VIII. There was a remote village named Somal. IX. He lived in a temple at the edge of the village. X. He never spoke for the rest of his life. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: viii → v → ix → iii → vii → vi → ii → iv → x ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: There was a remote village named Somal. The villagers were enchanted by a man whose name was Nambi. He lived in a temple at the edge of the village. He passed his time under the banyan tree in front of the temple. Before telling a story, he used to light a lamp in front of the tree. He used to tell stories to the people of the village that were of great interest. He was so ignorant that he could not tell his age. One day, he could not continue his story. After a few days, he called all the villagers and told them something. He never spoke for the rest of his life. সোমাল নামে একটি প্রত্যন্ত গ্রাম ছিল। গ্রামবাসীরা নাম্বি নামে এক ব্যক্তিকে মুগ্ধ করেছিল। গ্রামের প্রান্তে একটি মন্দিরে থাকতেন। মন্দিরের সামনের বটগাছের নিচে সময় পার করেন তিনি। গল্প বলার আগে গাছের সামনে বাতি জ্বালাতেন। গ্রামের মানুষদের কাছে তিনি এমন গল্প শোনাতেন যেগুলো খুবই আগ্রহের ছিল। তিনি এতটাই অজ্ঞান ছিলেন যে তিনি তার বয়স বলতে পারেননি। একদিন, তিনি তার গল্প চালিয়ে যেতে পারেননি। কয়েকদিন পর তিনি গ্রামের সকলকে ডেকে কিছু বললেন। তিনি সারাজীবন কথা বলেননি। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Dr. Alfred Nobel Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. The prize has immortalized his name. II. He was an engineer. III. His father Emanuel Nobel was an architect and researcher. IV. The award was also given for setting up peace in the world. V. The "Nobel Prize" has been given since 1901. VI. He undertook a plan to give an award for encouraging creative work. VII. After some years, Alfred Nobel invented dynamite. VIII. He had an ammunition business at Leningrad. IX. Dr. Alfred Nobel was born on 21st October, 1833, at Stockholm, Sweden. X. The Prize is given every year. XI. In 1850, Alfred joined his father's company. XII. He earned a lot of money from his dynamite business. XIII. So it was called the "Nobel Prize." XIV. This award was named after Alfred Nobel. Correct Sequence:IX → III → VIII → XI → VII → XII → VI → XIV → XIII → V → X → IV → I Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Dr. Alfred Nobel was born on 21st October, 1833, at Stockholm, Sweden. His father, Emanuel Nobel, was an architect and researcher. He had an ammunition business at Leningrad. In 1850, Alfred joined his father's company. After some years, Alfred Nobel invented dynamite. He earned a lot of money from his dynamite business. He undertook a plan to give an award for encouraging creative work. This award was named after Alfred Nobel. So it was called the "Nobel Prize." The "Nobel Prize" has been given since 1901. The Prize is given every year. The award was also given for setting up peace in the world. The prize has immortalized his name. ডাঃ আলফ্রেড নোবেল 1833 সালের 21শে অক্টোবর সুইডেনের স্টকহোমে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তার বাবা ইমানুয়েল নোবেল ছিলেন একজন স্থপতি এবং গবেষক। লেনিনগ্রাদে তার গোলাবারুদের ব্যবসা ছিল। 1850 সালে, আলফ্রেড তার বাবার কোম্পানিতে যোগ দেন। কয়েক বছর পর আলফ্রেড নোবেল ডিনামাইট আবিষ্কার করেন। তিনি তার ডিনামাইট ব্যবসা থেকে প্রচুর অর্থ উপার্জন করেছিলেন। সৃজনশীল কাজে উৎসাহ দেওয়ার জন্য পুরস্কার দেওয়ার পরিকল্পনা হাতে নেন তিনি। এই পুরস্কারের নামকরণ করা হয় আলফ্রেড নোবেলের নামে। তাই এটিকে "নোবেল পুরস্কার" বলা হয়। 1901 সাল থেকে "নোবেল পুরস্কার" দেওয়া হচ্ছে। প্রতি বছর পুরস্কারটি দেওয়া হয়। বিশ্বে শান্তি প্রতিষ্ঠার জন্য পুরস্কারও দেওয়া হয়। পুরস্কারটি তার নাম অমর করে রেখেছে। Nobel Prize Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. His father, Emanuel Nobel, was an architect and researcher who had an ammunition business in Leningrad. II. The Nobel Prize has been awarded since 1901. III. In 1850, Alfred joined his father's company. IV. After some years, he invented dynamite and earned a lot of money from the dynamite business. V. Dr. Alfred Nobel was born in 1833 in Stockholm, Sweden. VI. He was an engineer and chemist. VII. He planned to give an award to encourage creative work for establishing peace in the world. VIII. This award was named after Alfred Nobel. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: ii → v → vi → i → iii → iv → vii → viii ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: The Nobel Prize has been awarded since 1901. Dr. Alfred Nobel was born in 1833 in Stockholm, Sweden. He was an engineer and chemist. His father, Emanuel Nobel, was an architect and researcher who had an ammunition business in Leningrad. In 1850, Alfred joined his father's company. After some years, he invented dynamite and earned a lot of money from the dynamite business. He planned to give an award to encourage creative work for establishing peace in the world. This award was named after Alfred Nobel. 1901 সাল থেকে নোবেল পুরস্কার দেওয়া হচ্ছে। ডাঃ আলফ্রেড নোবেল 1833 সালে সুইডেনের স্টকহোমে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তিনি একজন প্রকৌশলী এবং রসায়নবিদ ছিলেন। তার পিতা ইমানুয়েল নোবেল ছিলেন একজন স্থপতি এবং গবেষক যার লেনিনগ্রাদে গোলাবারুদ ব্যবসা ছিল। 1850 সালে, আলফ্রেড তার বাবার কোম্পানিতে যোগ দেন। কয়েক বছর পর, তিনি ডিনামাইট আবিষ্কার করেন এবং ডিনামাইট ব্যবসা থেকে প্রচুর অর্থ উপার্জন করেন। বিশ্বে শান্তি প্রতিষ্ঠায় সৃজনশীল কাজকে উৎসাহিত করতে তিনি একটি পুরস্কার দেওয়ার পরিকল্পনা করেছিলেন। এই পুরস্কারের নামকরণ করা হয় আলফ্রেড নোবেলের নামে। Alfred Bernard Nobel Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He was born in Stockholm on 21st October, 1833, and he died on 10th December, 1896. II. The Nobel Prize is awarded every year for outstanding achievements in the field of science, literature, and for promoting world peace. III. Economics was added in the list in 1969 for the first time. IV. Nobel Prizes are awarded to persons with the most outstanding contributions. V. He is Alfred Bernard Nobel. VI. The prize is given for outstanding achievements in the field of science, literature, and world peace. VII. One prize is awarded in each field. VIII. He was a citizen of Sweden, but he was educated in Russia. IX. The prize money is equally distributed among all the winners if there are more than one recipient in a field. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: V → I → VIII → II → VI → IV → VII → IX → III ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: He is Alfred Bernard Nobel. He was born in Stockholm on 21st October, 1833, and he died on 10th December, 1896. He was a citizen of Sweden, but he was educated in Russia. The Nobel Prize is awarded every year for outstanding achievements in the field of science, literature, and for promoting world peace. The prize is given for outstanding achievements in the field of science, literature, and world peace. Nobel Prizes are awarded to persons with the most outstanding contributions. One prize is awarded in each field. The prize money is equally distributed among all the winners if there are more than one recipient in a field. Economics was added in the list in 1969 for the first time. তিনি আলফ্রেড বার্নার্ড নোবেল। তিনি 21শে অক্টোবর, 1833 সালে স্টকহোমে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন এবং 10ই ডিসেম্বর, 1896 সালে তিনি মারা যান। তিনি সুইডেনের নাগরিক ছিলেন, তবে তিনি রাশিয়ায় শিক্ষা লাভ করেছিলেন। বিজ্ঞান, সাহিত্যের ক্ষেত্রে অসামান্য কৃতিত্ব এবং বিশ্ব শান্তি প্রচারের জন্য প্রতি বছর নোবেল পুরস্কার দেওয়া হয়। বিজ্ঞান, সাহিত্য এবং বিশ্ব শান্তির ক্ষেত্রে অসামান্য কৃতিত্বের জন্য এই পুরস্কার দেওয়া হয়। সবচেয়ে অসামান্য অবদানের জন্য নোবেল পুরস্কার দেওয়া হয়। প্রতিটি ক্ষেত্রে একটি করে পুরস্কার দেওয়া হয়। একটি ক্ষেত্রে একাধিক প্রাপক থাকলে পুরস্কারের অর্থ সমস্ত বিজয়ীদের মধ্যে সমানভাবে বিতরণ করা হয়। 1969 সালে প্রথমবারের মতো তালিকায় অর্থনীতি যুক্ত হয়। Jumbled Sentences: I. Nobel prize is the world's most important prize. II. The prize is instituted by a man who was the inventor of the science of destruction. III. He is Alfred Bernard Nobel. IV. He was born in Stockholm on 21st October, 1833 and he died on 10th December, 1896. V. Though he was a citizen of Sweden, he was educated in Russia. VI. Nobel prizes are awarded every year for outstanding achievements in the field of science, literature, and for promoting world peace. VII. The prize is given to persons with most outstanding contributions. VIII. One prize is awarded in each field. IX. If there are more than one recipient of the prize in one field, the prize money is equally distributed among all the winners. X. Economics was added to the list in 1969 for the first time. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: III → IV → V → I → II → VI → VII → VIII → IX → X Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: He is Alfred Bernard Nobel. He was born in Stockholm on 21st October, 1833, and he died on 10th December, 1896. Though he was a citizen of Sweden, he was educated in Russia. Nobel prize is the world's most important prize. The prize is instituted by a man who was the inventor of the science of destruction. Nobel prizes are awarded every year for outstanding achievements in the field of science, literature, and for promoting world peace. The prize is given to persons with most outstanding contributions. One prize is awarded in each field. If there are more than one recipient of the prize in one field, the prize money is equally distributed among all the winners. Economics was added to the list in 1969 for the first time. তিনি আলফ্রেড বার্নার্ড নোবেল। তিনি 21শে অক্টোবর, 1833 সালে স্টকহোমে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন এবং 10ই ডিসেম্বর, 1896 সালে তিনি মারা যান। যদিও তিনি সুইডেনের নাগরিক ছিলেন, তিনি রাশিয়ায় শিক্ষা লাভ করেছিলেন। নোবেল পুরস্কার বিশ্বের সবচেয়ে গুরুত্বপূর্ণ পুরস্কার। পুরষ্কারটি এমন একজন ব্যক্তির দ্বারা প্রতিষ্ঠিত হয়েছে যিনি ধ্বংসের বিজ্ঞানের উদ্ভাবক ছিলেন। বিজ্ঞান, সাহিত্যের ক্ষেত্রে অসামান্য কৃতিত্ব এবং বিশ্ব শান্তি প্রচারের জন্য প্রতি বছর নোবেল পুরস্কার দেওয়া হয়। পুরস্কারটি সবচেয়ে অসামান্য অবদানের ব্যক্তিদের দেওয়া হয়। প্রতিটি ক্ষেত্রে একটি করে পুরস্কার দেওয়া হয়। যদি একটি ক্ষেত্রে একাধিক পুরস্কার প্রাপক থাকে, পুরস্কারের অর্থ সমস্ত বিজয়ীদের মধ্যে সমানভাবে বিতরণ করা হয়। 1969 সালে প্রথমবারের মতো তালিকায় অর্থনীতি যুক্ত হয়। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Nelson Mandela Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. The blacks were subjected to all sorts of indignities. II. Even dogs received much better treatment than the blacks. III. The Europeans were separated from the non-Europeans. IV. He was thrown behind the prison bars. V. The great leader vowed to put an end to the inhuman practice. VI. Nelson Mandela was the greatest leader of South Africa. VII. The great leader realized the goal of liberation of his people. VIII. All his life he struggled against apartheid. IX. They were denied all basic human rights. X. The blacks were treated cruelly. XI. In fact, he was one of the greatest leaders of the world. XII. The oppressive rulers could not break his spirit. XIII. It was government policy of racial segregation. XIV. They were aliens in their own country. ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: VI → XI → VIII → III → XIII → X → XIV → I → IX → II → V → IV → XII → VII ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Nelson Mandela was the greatest leader of South Africa. In fact, he was one of the greatest leaders of the world. All his life, he struggled against apartheid. The Europeans were separated from the non-Europeans. It was government policy of racial segregation. The blacks were treated cruelly. They were aliens in their own country. The blacks were subjected to all sorts of indignities. They were denied all basic human rights. Even dogs received much better treatment than the blacks. The great leader vowed to put an end to the inhuman practice. He was thrown behind the prison bars. But the oppressive rulers could not break his spirit. Eventually, the great leader realized the goal of liberation of his people. নেলসন ম্যান্ডেলা ছিলেন দক্ষিণ আফ্রিকার সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ নেতা। প্রকৃতপক্ষে, তিনি ছিলেন বিশ্বের সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ নেতাদের একজন। সারাজীবন তিনি বর্ণবাদের বিরুদ্ধে সংগ্রাম করেছেন। ইউরোপীয়রা অ-ইউরোপীয়দের থেকে আলাদা ছিল। এটা ছিল জাতিগত বিচ্ছিন্নতার সরকারি নীতি। কালোদের সাথে নিষ্ঠুর আচরণ করা হয়। তারা নিজ দেশে এলিয়েন ছিল। কৃষ্ণাঙ্গরা সব ধরনের অসম্মানের শিকার হয়েছিল। তারা সকল মৌলিক মানবাধিকার থেকে বঞ্চিত ছিল। এমনকি কুকুর কালোদের তুলনায় অনেক ভালো চিকিৎসা পেয়েছে। মহান নেতা অমানবিক প্রথা বন্ধ করার অঙ্গীকার করেছিলেন। তাকে কারাগারের আড়ালে নিক্ষেপ করা হয়। কিন্তু অত্যাচারী শাসকরা তার চেতনা ভাঙতে পারেনি। অবশেষে, মহান নেতা তার জনগণের মুক্তির লক্ষ্য উপলব্ধি করেছিলেন। Nelson Mandela Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Eventually, the great leader realized the goal of liberating his people. II. They were denied all basic human rights. III. The blacks were subjected to all sorts of indignities. IV. He was thrown behind prison bars, but the oppressive rulers could not break his spirit. V. It was the government policy of racial segregation that the great leader vowed to put an end to. VI. Nelson Mandela was the greatest leader of South Africa. VII. In fact, he was one of the greatest leaders in the world. VIII. They were aliens in their own country. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: vi → iii → viii → ii → v → iv → i → vii ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Nelson Mandela was the greatest leader of South Africa. The blacks were subjected to all sorts of indignities. They were aliens in their own country. They were denied all basic human rights. It was the government policy of racial segregation that the great leader vowed to put an end to. He was thrown behind prison bars, but the oppressive rulers could not break his spirit. Eventually, the great leader realized the goal of liberating his people. In fact, he was one of the greatest leaders in the world. নেলসন ম্যান্ডেলা ছিলেন দক্ষিণ আফ্রিকার সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ নেতা। কৃষ্ণাঙ্গরা সব ধরনের অসম্মানের শিকার হয়েছিল। তারা নিজ দেশে এলিয়েন ছিল। তারা সকল মৌলিক মানবাধিকার থেকে বঞ্চিত ছিল। এটি ছিল জাতিগত বিচ্ছিন্নতার সরকারী নীতি যা মহান নেতা শেষ করার প্রতিশ্রুতি দিয়েছিলেন। তাকে কারাগারের আড়ালে নিক্ষেপ করা হয়েছিল, কিন্তু অত্যাচারী শাসকরা তার চেতনা ভাঙতে পারেনি। অবশেষে, মহান নেতা তার জনগণকে মুক্তি দেওয়ার লক্ষ্য উপলব্ধি করেছিলেন। প্রকৃতপক্ষে, তিনি ছিলেন বিশ্বের সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ নেতাদের একজন। Nelson Mandela Jumbled Sentences: I. Nelson Mandela was born on 18 July 1918 to Nongaphi Nosekeni and Gagla Henry Mandela. II. He was suspended from college for joining a protest boycott. III. Completing his BA through the University of South Africa (Unisa) in 1942, he commenced study for his Bachelor of Law Degree. IV. He entered politics in earnest while studying, and joined the African National Congress (ANC) in 1943. V. His father was the key counsellor to the Thembu Royal house. VI. Mandela was introduced to Walter Sisulu in 1941, and it was Sisulu who arranged for him to serve for his law firm. VII. After receiving his primary education at a local mission school, he was sent to the Charkebury Boarding Institute for his junior certificate. VIII. Then he took admission in a reputable Wesleyan Secondary School, where he matriculated. IX. He enrolled at the University College of Fort Hare for a Bachelor of Arts (BA) Degree. X. In the university, he was elected onto the Students' Representative Council. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: i → v → vii → viii → ix → x → ii → vi → iii → iv ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Nelson Mandela was born on 18 July 1918 to Nongaphi Nosekeni and Gagla Henry Mandela. His father was the key counsellor to the Thembu Royal house. After receiving his primary education at a local mission school, he was sent to the Charkebury Boarding Institute for his junior certificate. Then he took admission in a reputable Wesleyan Secondary School, where he matriculated. He enrolled at the University College of Fort Hare for a Bachelor of Arts (BA) Degree. In the university, he was elected onto the Students' Representative Council. He was suspended from college for joining a protest boycott. Mandela was introduced to Walter Sisulu in 1941, and it was Sisulu who arranged for him to serve for his law firm. Completing his BA through the University of South Africa (Unisa) in 1942, he commenced study for his Bachelor of Law Degree. He entered politics in earnest while studying, and joined the African National Congress (ANC) in 1943. নেলসন ম্যান্ডেলা 1918 সালের 18 জুলাই নোঙ্গাফি নোসেকেনি এবং গাগলা হেনরি ম্যান্ডেলার কাছে জন্মগ্রহণ করেছিলেন। তার বাবা ছিলেন থেম্বু রাজকীয় বাড়ির মূল পরামর্শদাতা। স্থানীয় মিশন স্কুলে প্রাথমিক শিক্ষা লাভের পর, তাকে তার জুনিয়র সার্টিফিকেটের জন্য চার্কবেরি বোর্ডিং ইনস্টিটিউটে পাঠানো হয়। তারপর তিনি একটি স্বনামধন্য ওয়েসলিয়ান মাধ্যমিক বিদ্যালয়ে ভর্তি হন, যেখানে তিনি ম্যাট্রিকুলেশন করেন। তিনি ইউনিভার্সিটি কলেজ অফ ফোর্ট হেয়ারে ব্যাচেলর অফ আর্টস (বিএ) ডিগ্রির জন্য নথিভুক্ত হন। বিশ্ববিদ্যালয়ে তিনি ছাত্র প্রতিনিধি পরিষদে নির্বাচিত হন। প্রতিবাদ বর্জনে যোগ দেওয়ায় তাকে কলেজ থেকে বরখাস্ত করা হয়। ম্যান্ডেলার সাথে 1941 সালে ওয়াল্টার সিসুলুর পরিচয় হয় এবং সিসুলুই তাকে তার আইন সংস্থার জন্য সেবা করার ব্যবস্থা করেছিলেন। 1942 সালে ইউনিভার্সিটি অফ সাউথ আফ্রিকা (ইউনিসা) এর মাধ্যমে তার বিএ শেষ করে, তিনি আইনের স্নাতক ডিগ্রির জন্য অধ্যয়ন শুরু করেন। অধ্যয়নরত অবস্থায় তিনি আন্তরিকতার সাথে রাজনীতিতে প্রবেশ করেন এবং 1943 সালে আফ্রিকান ন্যাশনাল কংগ্রেসে (এএনসি) যোগ দেন। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Napoleon, the king of France Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. The boy was brought before him. II. Napoleon won many battles and conquered many countries in Europe. III. The boy explained that he wanted to cross the sea to his country. IV. He noticed an English boy making a small boat. V. Napoleon asked the boy why he was making such a small boat. VI. Napoleon, the king of France, was a great hero. VII. One day, while walking along the seashore, he noticed something amazing. VIII. The boy confidently said he would go to his country by that boat. Correct Sequence: vi → ii → vii → iv → i → v → iii → viii Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Napoleon, the king of France, was a great hero. He won many battles and conquered many countries in Europe. One day, while walking along the seashore, he noticed something amazing. An English boy was making a small boat. The boy was brought before him. Napoleon asked the boy why he was making such a small boat. The boy explained that he wanted to cross the sea to his country. The boy confidently said, "I shall go to my country by this boat."   ফ্রান্সের রাজা নেপোলিয়ন ছিলেন একজন মহান বীর। তিনি অনেক যুদ্ধে জয়লাভ করেন এবং ইউরোপের অনেক দেশ জয় করেন। একদিন সমুদ্রের ধারে হাঁটতে হাঁটতে তিনি আশ্চর্যজনক কিছু লক্ষ্য করলেন। একটা ইংরেজ ছেলে একটা ছোট নৌকা বানাচ্ছিল। ছেলেটিকে তার সামনে আনা হলো। নেপোলিয়ন ছেলেটিকে জিজ্ঞাসা করলেন কেন তিনি এত ছোট নৌকা বানাচ্ছেন। ছেলেটি ব্যাখ্যা করল যে সে সমুদ্র পাড়ি দিয়ে তার দেশে যেতে চায়। ছেলেটি আত্মবিশ্বাসের সাথে বলল, আমি এই নৌকায় আমার দেশে যাব। Napoleon Bonaparte Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He died in 1821. II. He was born in 1769. III. More than 170 years ago, there lived in France one of the greatest soldiers called Napoleon Bonaparte. IV. He rose to a high position in the army by his good work and courage. V. France under him was very powerful. VI. When he was young, he joined the French Army as an ordinary soldier. VII. He fought several wars with the neighboring countries and won victories over them. VIII. In 1804, he proclaimed himself to be the emperor. IX. He grew very powerful and soon became the greatest man in the country. X. Yet the Frenchmen remember him with due respect. Correct Sequence: III → II → VI → IV → VII → IX → VIII → V → I → X Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: More than 170 years ago, there lived in France one of the greatest soldiers called Napoleon Bonaparte. He was born in 1769. When he was young, he joined the French Army as an ordinary soldier. He rose to a high position in the army by his good work and courage. He fought several wars with the neighboring countries and won victories over them. He grew very powerful and soon became the greatest man in the country. In 1804, he proclaimed himself to be the emperor. France under him was very powerful. He died in 1821. Yet, the Frenchmen remember him with due respect. 170 বছরেরও বেশি আগে, ফ্রান্সে নেপোলিয়ন বোনাপার্ট নামে একজন সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ সৈনিক বাস করতেন। তিনি 1769 সালে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তিনি যখন যুবক ছিলেন, তিনি একজন সাধারণ সৈনিক হিসাবে ফরাসি সেনাবাহিনীতে যোগদান করেন। তিনি তার ভাল কাজ এবং সাহসের দ্বারা সেনাবাহিনীর উচ্চ পদে উন্নীত হন। তিনি প্রতিবেশী দেশগুলির সাথে বেশ কয়েকটি যুদ্ধ করেছিলেন এবং তাদের বিরুদ্ধে বিজয় অর্জন করেছিলেন। তিনি খুব শক্তিশালী হয়ে উঠলেন এবং শীঘ্রই দেশের সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ মানুষ হয়ে উঠলেন। 1804 সালে, তিনি নিজেকে সম্রাট হিসাবে ঘোষণা করেছিলেন। তার অধীনে ফ্রান্স খুব শক্তিশালী ছিল। তিনি 1821 সালে মারা যান। তবুও, ফরাসিরা তাকে যথাযথ শ্রদ্ধার সাথে স্মরণ করে। Napoleon Bonaparte Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Napoleon was born in 1769. II. He fought several wars with the neighbouring countries and won victories over them. III. He rose to a high position in the army by his good work and courage. IV. He proclaimed himself to be the emperor in 1804. V. He died in 1821. VI. More than 170 years ago, there lived in France one of the greatest soldiers, Napoleon Bonaparte. VII. France under him was very powerful. VIII. When he was young, he joined the French Army as an ordinary soldier. IX. Yet, the Frenchmen remember him with due respect. X. He grew very powerful and soon became the greatest man in the country. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: vi → i → viii → iii → ii → x → iv → vii → v → ix ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: More than 170 years ago, there lived in France one of the greatest soldiers, Napoleon Bonaparte. He was born in 1769. When he was young, he joined the French Army as an ordinary soldier. He rose to a high position in the army by his good work and courage. He fought several wars with the neighbouring countries and won victories over them. He grew very powerful and soon became the greatest man in the country. In 1804, he proclaimed himself to be the emperor. France under him was very powerful. He died in 1821. Yet, the Frenchmen remember him with due respect. 170 বছরেরও বেশি আগে, ফ্রান্সে বসবাস করতেন সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ সৈন্যদের একজন, নেপোলিয়ন বোনাপার্ট। তিনি 1769 সালে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তিনি যখন যুবক ছিলেন, তিনি একজন সাধারণ সৈনিক হিসাবে ফরাসি সেনাবাহিনীতে যোগদান করেন। তিনি তার ভাল কাজ এবং সাহসের দ্বারা সেনাবাহিনীর উচ্চ পদে উন্নীত হন। তিনি প্রতিবেশী দেশগুলির সাথে বেশ কয়েকটি যুদ্ধ করেছিলেন এবং তাদের বিরুদ্ধে বিজয় অর্জন করেছিলেন। তিনি খুব শক্তিশালী হয়ে উঠলেন এবং শীঘ্রই দেশের সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ মানুষ হয়ে উঠলেন। 1804 সালে, তিনি নিজেকে সম্রাট হিসাবে ঘোষণা করেছিলেন। তার অধীনে ফ্রান্স খুব শক্তিশালী ছিল। তিনি 1821 সালে মারা যান। তবুও, ফরাসিরা তাকে যথাযথ শ্রদ্ধার সাথে স্মরণ করে। Napoleon Bonaparte Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He died in 1821. II. He rose to a high position in the army by his good work and courage. III. He fought several wars with the neighboring countries and won victories over them. IV. When he was young, he joined the French Army as an ordinary soldier. V. More than 170 years ago, there lived in France one of the greatest soldiers called Napoleon Bonaparte. VI. He proclaimed himself to be the emperor in 1804. VII. France under him was very powerful. VIII. He grew very powerful and soon became the greatest man in the country. IX. He was born in 1769. X. Yet the Frenchmen remember him with due respect. Correct Sequence:V → IX → IV → II → III → VIII → VI → VII → I → X Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: More than 170 years ago, there lived in France one of the greatest soldiers called Napoleon Bonaparte. He was born in 1769. When he was young, he joined the French Army as an ordinary soldier. He rose to a high position in the army by his good work and courage. He fought several wars with the neighboring countries and won victories over them. He grew very powerful and soon became the greatest man in the country. In 1804, he proclaimed himself to be the emperor. France under him was very powerful. He died in 1821. Yet the Frenchmen remember him with due respect. 170 বছরেরও বেশি আগে, ফ্রান্সে নেপোলিয়ন বোনাপার্ট নামে একজন সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ সৈনিক বাস করতেন। তিনি 1769 সালে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তিনি যখন যুবক ছিলেন, তিনি একজন সাধারণ সৈনিক হিসাবে ফরাসি সেনাবাহিনীতে যোগদান করেন। তিনি তার ভাল কাজ এবং সাহসের দ্বারা সেনাবাহিনীর উচ্চ পদে উন্নীত হন। তিনি প্রতিবেশী দেশগুলির সাথে বেশ কয়েকটি যুদ্ধ করেছিলেন এবং তাদের বিরুদ্ধে বিজয় অর্জন করেছিলেন। তিনি খুব শক্তিশালী হয়ে উঠলেন এবং শীঘ্রই দেশের সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ মানুষ হয়ে উঠলেন। 1804 সালে, তিনি নিজেকে সম্রাট হিসাবে ঘোষণা করেছিলেন। তার অধীনে ফ্রান্স খুব শক্তিশালী ছিল। 1821 সালে তিনি মারা যান। তবুও ফরাসীরা তাকে শ্রদ্ধার সাথে স্মরণ করে। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Nasiruddin Hojja   Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Nasiruddin Hojja told the man to climb up the stairs with him. II. Suddenly, he noticed someone calling from below. III. The man explained that he needed financial help. IV. Hojja was repairing a hole on the roof of his two-story house. V. Hojja, curious, climbed down the stairs to meet the man. VI. The man stood at the foot of the stairs, asking Hojja to come down. VII. Once on the roof, Hojja told the man he had no money to give. VIII. The man angrily asked why Hojja had made him climb up the stairs. IX. Hojja replied, "Why did you make me climb down when you could have shouted from below?" X. Furious at the request, Hojja decided to teach the man a lesson. Correct Sequence: iv → ii → vi → v → iii → x → i → vii → viii → ix Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Nasiruddin Hojja was repairing a hole on the roof of his two-story house. Suddenly, he noticed someone calling from below. The man stood at the foot of the stairs, asking Hojja to come down. Curious, Hojja climbed down the stairs to meet the man. The man explained that he needed financial help. Furious at the request, Hojja decided to teach the man a lesson. He told the man to climb up the stairs with him. Once on the roof, Hojja told the man he had no money to give. The man angrily asked why Hojja had made him climb up the stairs. Hojja replied, "Why did you make me climb down when you could have shouted from below?"   নাসিরুদ্দিন হোজ্জা তার দোতলা বাড়ির ছাদে একটি গর্ত মেরামত করছিলেন। হঠাৎ সে লক্ষ্য করল নিচ থেকে কে যেন ডাকছে। হোজ্জাকে নামতে বলে লোকটি সিঁড়ির পাদদেশে দাঁড়িয়ে। কৌতূহলী হয়ে হোজ্জা লোকটির সাথে দেখা করার জন্য সিঁড়ি বেয়ে নামলেন। লোকটি ব্যাখ্যা করেছিল যে তার আর্থিক সাহায্য দরকার। অনুরোধে ক্ষিপ্ত হয়ে হোজ্জা লোকটিকে পাঠ শেখানোর সিদ্ধান্ত নেন। তিনি লোকটিকে তার সাথে সিঁড়ি বেয়ে উঠতে বললেন। একবার ছাদে, হোজ্জা লোকটিকে বলল তার কাছে দেওয়ার মতো টাকা নেই। লোকটি রেগে গিয়ে জিজ্ঞেস করলো কেন হোজ্জা তাকে সিঁড়ি বেয়ে উঠতে বাধ্য করেছে। হোজ্জা জবাব দিল, "আপনি যখন নিচ থেকে চিৎকার করতে পারতেন তখন আমাকে নিচে নামিয়ে দিলেন কেন?" Nasiruddin Hojja and the Beggar Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Furious at being interrupted, Hojja decided to teach the beggar a lesson. II. One day, Nasiruddin Hojja was repairing a hole in the roof of his two-story house. III. Upon reaching the ground, he discovered that the man was a beggar asking for money. IV. He instructed the man to follow him up to the roof. V. The beggar was astonished and asked why Hojja had made him climb all the way up to say he had no money. VI. Curious, Hojja climbed down the stairs, thinking the man had something important to say. VII. Suddenly, he noticed a man calling to him from below. VIII. Once they reached the top, Hojja turned to the beggar and said, "Sorry, I have no money, so you must leave." IX. Hojja replied, "Why did you make me come all the way down to ask for money? Couldn't you see that I was working?" Correct Sequence: ii → vii → vi → iii → i → iv → viii → v → ix Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: One day, Nasiruddin Hojja was repairing a hole in the roof of his two-story house. Suddenly, he noticed a man calling to him from below. Curious, Hojja climbed down the stairs, thinking the man had something important to say. Upon reaching the ground, he discovered that the man was a beggar asking for money. Furious at being interrupted, Hojja decided to teach the beggar a lesson. He instructed the man to follow him up to the roof. Once they reached the top, Hojja turned to the beggar and said, "Sorry, I have no money, so you must leave." The beggar was astonished and asked why Hojja had made him climb all the way up to say he had no money. Hojja replied, "Why did you make me come all the way down to ask for money? Couldn't you see that I was working?" একদিন নাসিরুদ্দিন হোজ্জা তার দোতলা বাড়ির ছাদের একটি গর্ত মেরামত করছিলেন। হঠাৎ তিনি লক্ষ্য করলেন একজন লোক নিচ থেকে তাকে ডাকছে। কৌতূহলী হয়ে হোজ্জা সিঁড়ি বেয়ে নামলেন, ভাবলেন লোকটার কিছু গুরুত্বপূর্ণ কথা বলার আছে। মাটিতে পৌঁছে তিনি আবিষ্কার করলেন যে লোকটি একজন ভিক্ষুক টাকা চাইছিল। বাধা পেয়ে ক্ষিপ্ত হয়ে হোজ্জা ভিক্ষুককে পাঠ শেখানোর সিদ্ধান্ত নেন। তিনি লোকটিকে তাকে ছাদে যাওয়ার জন্য নির্দেশ দিলেন। একবার তারা শীর্ষে পৌঁছে, হোজ্জা ভিক্ষুকের দিকে ফিরে বললেন, "দুঃখিত, আমার কাছে টাকা নেই, তাই আপনাকে চলে যেতে হবে।" ভিক্ষুক আশ্চর্য হয়ে জিজ্ঞেস করল কেন হোজ্জা তার কাছে টাকা নেই বলে তাকে উপরে উঠতে বাধ্য করল। হোজ্জা উত্তরে বলেন, "আপনি আমাকে টাকা চাইতে আসতে বাধ্য করেছেন কেন? আপনি কি দেখতে পাচ্ছেন না যে আমি কাজ করছি?" Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: The National Memorial at Savar Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. The National Memorial at Savar is a symbol of the nation's respect. II. It stands for an achievement which is immeasurable. III. It is built with concrete and made of blood. IV. It stands 150 feet tall. V. The foundation stone was laid on the first anniversary of the Victory Day. VI. Most prominently visible is the 150 feet tower that stands on a base measuring 130 feet wide. VII. There is actually a series of 7 towers that rise by stages to a height of 150 feet. VIII. There is actually a plan to build a huge complex in several phases. IX. The entire complex will cover an area of 126 acres. ________________________________________ Reordered Correct Sequence: I → III → IV → II → VI → VII → V → VIII → IX ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: The National Memorial at Savar is a symbol of the nation's respect. It is built with concrete and made of blood. It stands 150 feet tall. It stands for an achievement which is immeasurable. Most prominently visible is the 150 feet tower that stands on a base measuring 130 feet wide. There is actually a series of 7 towers that rise by stages to a height of 150 feet. The foundation stone was laid on the first anniversary of the Victory Day. There is actually a plan to build a huge complex in several phases. The entire complex will cover an area of 126 acres. সাভারে জাতীয় স্মৃতিসৌধ জাতির সম্মানের প্রতীক। এটি কংক্রিট দিয়ে তৈরি এবং রক্ত দিয়ে তৈরি। এটি 150 ফুট লম্বা। এটি একটি অর্জনের জন্য দাঁড়িয়েছে যা অপরিমেয়। সবচেয়ে বিশিষ্টভাবে দৃশ্যমান হল 150 ফুট টাওয়ার যা 130 ফুট চওড়া পরিমাপের ভিত্তির উপর দাঁড়িয়ে আছে। আসলে 7 টাওয়ারের একটি সিরিজ রয়েছে যা ধাপে ধাপে 150 ফুট উচ্চতায় উঠে যায়। বিজয় দিবসের প্রথম বার্ষিকীতে ভিত্তিপ্রস্তর স্থাপন করা হয়। আসলে বেশ কয়েকটি ধাপে বিশাল কমপ্লেক্স নির্মাণের পরিকল্পনা রয়েছে। পুরো কমপ্লেক্সটি 126 একর এলাকা জুড়ে থাকবে। The National Memorial at Savar The National Memorial at Savar is a symbol of nation's respect. It is built with concrete and made of blood. It stands 150 feet tall. It stands for an achievement which is immeasurable. It stands upright for the millions of martyrs. Most prominently visible is the 150 feet tower that stands on base measuring 130 feet wide. There is actually a series of 7 towers that rise by stages to a height of 150 feet. The foundation stone was laid on the first anniversary of the Victory Day. There is actually a plan to build a huge complex in several phases. The entire complex will cover an area of 126 acres. Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: My nephew given six pence Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Yesterday, I gave my nephew six pence. II. On his way to the sweet shop, he dropped his six pence. III. It rolled along the pavement and disappeared down a drain. IV. He could not find his six pence anywhere. V. I advised him to save it. VI. He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. VII. Then he pushed his right arm through the drain cover. VIII. And what is more, he could not get his arm out. IX. A crowd of people gathered round him. X. Instead, he bought himself six pence worth of trouble. Correct Sequence: I → V → X → II → III → VI → VII → IV → VIII → IX Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Yesterday, I gave my nephew six pence. I advised him to save it. Instead, he bought himself six pence worth of trouble. On his way to the sweet shop, he dropped his six pence. It rolled along the pavement and disappeared down a drain. He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Then he pushed his right arm through the drain cover. He could not find his six pence anywhere. And what is more, he could not get his arm out. A crowd of people gathered round him.   গতকাল, আমি আমার ভাগ্নে ছয় পেন্স দিয়েছি. আমি তাকে এটি সংরক্ষণ করার পরামর্শ দিয়েছিলাম। পরিবর্তে, তিনি নিজেকে কষ্ট করে ছয় পেন্স মূল্যের কিনেছিলেন। মিষ্টির দোকানে যাওয়ার পথে সে তার ছয় পেন্স ফেলে দিল। এটি ফুটপাথ বরাবর গড়িয়ে একটি ড্রেনের নিচে অদৃশ্য হয়ে গেছে। সে তার জ্যাকেট খুলে হাতা গুটিয়ে নিল। তারপর সে তার ডান হাতটি ড্রেন কভার দিয়ে ঠেলে দিল। তিনি কোথাও তার ছয় পেন্স খুঁজে পাননি। আর কী, তিনি তার হাত বের করতে পারেননি। তাকে ঘিরে মানুষের ভিড় জমে যায়। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Milton Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Milton entered Christ's College in Cambridge in 1625. II. In 1642, he met and married Mary Powell. III. He became blind in 1652, and during that time, the idea of Paradise Lost emerged. IV. He studied at St. Paul's School but struggled to focus on his studies. V. Paradise Lost was published in 1667. VI. He completed his M.A. at 24 and went to his father's house in Horton. VII. He was born on December 9, 1608, in London. VIII. His father supported his studies at Horton from 1632 to 1638. IX. Nine years after publishing Paradise Lost, Milton passed away. X. Milton was considered one of the greatest poets after Shakespeare. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: x → vii → iv → i → vi → viii → ii → iii → v → ix ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Milton was considered one of the greatest poets after Shakespeare. He was born on December 9, 1608, in London. He studied at St. Paul's School but struggled to focus on his studies. Milton entered Christ's College in Cambridge in 1625. He completed his M.A. at 24 and went to his father's house in Horton. His father supported his studies at Horton from 1632 to 1638. In 1642, he met and married Mary Powell. He became blind in 1652, and during that time, the idea of Paradise Lost emerged. Paradise Lost was published in 1667. Nine years after publishing Paradise Lost, Milton passed away. মিল্টনকে শেক্সপিয়ারের পর শ্রেষ্ঠ কবিদের একজন হিসেবে বিবেচনা করা হয়। তিনি 1608 সালের 9 ডিসেম্বর লন্ডনে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তিনি সেন্ট পলস স্কুলে অধ্যয়ন করেছিলেন কিন্তু তার পড়াশোনায় মনোনিবেশ করতে লড়াই করেছিলেন। মিল্টন 1625 সালে কেমব্রিজের ক্রাইস্ট কলেজে প্রবেশ করেন। তিনি 24 বছর বয়সে এমএ সম্পন্ন করেন এবং হর্টনে তার বাবার বাড়িতে যান। তার বাবা 1632 থেকে 1638 সাল পর্যন্ত হর্টনে তার পড়াশোনাকে সমর্থন করেছিলেন। 1642 সালে, তিনি মেরি পাওয়েলের সাথে দেখা করেন এবং বিয়ে করেন। তিনি 1652 সালে অন্ধ হয়েছিলেন এবং সেই সময়েই প্যারাডাইস লস্টের ধারণাটি উদ্ভূত হয়েছিল। প্যারাডাইস লস্ট 1667 সালে প্রকাশিত হয়েছিল। প্যারাডাইস লস্ট প্রকাশের নয় বছর পর, মিল্টন মারা যান। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: The Magi   Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. They were led by a star to the stable of Bethlehem, where Jesus was born, and where they brought gifts to the infant Jesus. II. The worldly wise may think that Jim and Della sacrificed their treasures unwisely, but in fact, Jim and Della are the wisest of all who give and receive gifts. III. A similar case can be seen with the Christmas presents of Jim and Della. IV. Out of their true love, they sacrificed their dearest possessions to buy Christmas presents for each other. V. But it was an irony of fate that their presents became useless. VI. Della sold her beautiful hair to buy a platinum fob chain for her husband's gold watch, and Jim, on the other hand, sold his gold watch to buy a set of beautiful combs for his wife. VII. They may be called fools, but in reality, they are the Magi of the day. VIII. The Magi were the three wise men of the East who introduced the custom of giving Christmas presents. IX. Being wise, their gifts were indeed wise and proved their love and respect for the baby in the manger. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: viii → i → ix → iii → vi → iv → v → ii → vii Correct Sequence: viii → i → ix → iii → vi → iv → v → ii → vii Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: The Magi were the three wise men of the East who introduced the custom of giving Christmas presents. They were led by a star to the stable of Bethlehem, where Jesus was born, and where they brought gifts to the infant Jesus. Being wise, their gifts were indeed wise and proved their love and respect for the baby in the manger. A similar case can be seen with the Christmas presents of Jim and Della. Della sold her beautiful hair to buy a platinum fob chain for her husband's gold watch, and Jim, on the other hand, sold his gold watch to buy a set of beautiful combs for his wife. Out of their true love, they sacrificed their dearest possessions to buy Christmas presents for each other. But it was an irony of fate that their presents became useless. The worldly wise may think that Jim and Della sacrificed their treasures unwisely, but in fact, Jim and Della are the wisest of all who give and receive gifts. They may be called fools, but in reality, they are the Magi of the day. ম্যাগীরা হলেন প্রাচ্যের তিনজন জ্ঞানী ব্যক্তি যারা বড়দিনের উপহার দেওয়ার প্রথা চালু করেছিলেন। তারা একটি তারকা দ্বারা বেথলেহেমের আস্তাবলে নিয়ে গিয়েছিল, যেখানে যীশুর জন্ম হয়েছিল এবং যেখানে তারা শিশু যীশুর জন্য উপহার নিয়ে এসেছিল। জ্ঞানী হওয়ার কারণে, তাদের উপহারগুলি প্রকৃতপক্ষে বুদ্ধিমান ছিল এবং ম্যাগারে থাকা শিশুর প্রতি তাদের ভালবাসা এবং সম্মান প্রমাণ করেছিল। জিম এবং ডেলার ক্রিসমাস উপহারের সাথে একই রকম ঘটনা দেখা যায়। ডেলা তার স্বামীর সোনার ঘড়ির জন্য একটি প্ল্যাটিনাম ফোব চেইন কেনার জন্য তার সুন্দর চুল বিক্রি করে এবং অন্যদিকে জিম তার স্ত্রীর জন্য এক সেট সুন্দর চিরুনি কেনার জন্য তার সোনার ঘড়ি বিক্রি করে। তাদের সত্যিকারের ভালবাসা থেকে, তারা একে অপরের জন্য ক্রিসমাস উপহার কেনার জন্য তাদের প্রিয়তম সম্পদ উৎসর্গ করেছিল। কিন্তু এটা ভাগ্যের পরিহাস যে তাদের উপহার অকেজো হয়ে গেল। জাগতিক জ্ঞানীরা মনে করতে পারে যে জিম এবং ডেলা তাদের ধনসম্পদ বিবেকহীনভাবে উৎসর্গ করেছে, কিন্তু প্রকৃতপক্ষে, জিম এবং ডেলা যারা উপহার দেয় এবং গ্রহণ করে তাদের মধ্যে সবচেয়ে জ্ঞানী। তাদের বোকা বলা যেতে পারে, কিন্তু বাস্তবে তারাই এখনকার ম্যাগী। Ad Completing Story: The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: A young monkey and a puppy Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. The monkey quickly climbed the tree and began throwing mangoes at the big dog. II. Terrified, they searched for a way to escape. III. They promised to help one another in times of danger and vowed never to break their friendship. IV. Although they ate different foods, they grew to love and care for each other. V. The dog, startled and frightened, fled, saving the puppy from harm. VI. A young monkey and a puppy, both just two months old, started living together in the same house. VII. One day, while exploring their surroundings, they encountered a large dog that came to attack them. VIII. Nearby, they spotted a mango tree with ripe mangoes hanging from its branches. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: vi → iv → iii → vii → ii → viii → i → v ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: A young monkey and a puppy, both just two months old, started living together in the same house. Although they ate different foods, they grew to love and care for each other. They promised to help one another in times of danger and vowed never to break their friendship. One day, while exploring their surroundings, they encountered a large dog that came to attack them. Terrified, they searched for a way to escape. Nearby, they spotted a mango tree with ripe mangoes hanging from its branches. The monkey quickly climbed the tree and began throwing mangoes at the big dog. The dog, startled and frightened, fled, saving the puppy from harm. একটি অল্প বয়স্ক বানর এবং একটি কুকুরছানা, উভয়ই মাত্র দুই মাস বয়সী, একই বাড়িতে একসাথে থাকতে শুরু করে। যদিও তারা বিভিন্ন খাবার খেয়েছিল, তারা একে অপরের প্রতি ভালবাসা ও যত্নশীল হয়ে ওঠে। তারা বিপদের সময় একে অপরকে সাহায্য করার প্রতিশ্রুতি দিয়েছিল এবং তাদের বন্ধুত্ব ভাঙবে না বলে প্রতিশ্রুতি দিয়েছিল। একদিন, তাদের আশেপাশের অন্বেষণ করার সময়, তারা একটি বড় কুকুরের মুখোমুখি হয়েছিল যেটি তাদের আক্রমণ করতে এসেছিল। আতঙ্কিত হয়ে তারা পালানোর পথ খুঁজতে থাকে। কাছাকাছি, তারা একটি আম গাছ দেখতে পেল যার ডাল থেকে পাকা আম ঝুলছে। বানরটি দ্রুত গাছে উঠে বড় কুকুরটির দিকে আম ছুড়তে লাগল। কুকুরটি, চমকে ও ভীত হয়ে, কুকুরছানাটিকে ক্ষতি থেকে বাঁচিয়ে পালিয়ে গেল। Ad Completing Story: One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Martin Luther king Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He was born on 15th January, 1929 in the Atlanta city. II. Martin Luther King was a great leader in the history of the freedom and rise of the Negro Nation. III. He obtained his doctorate degree from Boston University. IV. As a student, Luther King was very brilliant. V. In this time, he married an extraordinary learned woman called Curate Scott. VI. After marriage, Luther King worked as a clergyman in the Baptist church of Alabama. VII. He donated all the money for the development of the Negro Nation. VIII. He was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for leading the racial problem of America in a nonviolent and peaceful way. IX. He was imprisoned for his movement against the colour difference. X. He was shot dead in 1966 when he was only 37 years old. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: ii → i → iv → iii → v → vi → vii → viii → ix → x ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Martin Luther King was a great leader in the history of the freedom and rise of the Negro Nation. He was born on 15th January, 1929 in the Atlanta city. As a student, Luther King was very brilliant. He obtained his doctorate degree from Boston University. In this time, he married an extraordinary learned woman called Curate Scott. After marriage, Luther King worked as a clergyman in the Baptist church of Alabama. He donated all the money for the development of the Negro Nation. He was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for leading the racial problem of America in a nonviolent and peaceful way. He was imprisoned for his movement against the colour difference. He was shot dead in 1966 when he was only 37 years old. মার্টিন লুথার কিং নিগ্রো জাতির স্বাধীনতা ও উত্থানের ইতিহাসে একজন মহান নেতা ছিলেন। তিনি 15ই জানুয়ারী, 1929 সালে আটলান্টা শহরে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। ছাত্র হিসেবে লুথার কিং খুব মেধাবী ছিলেন। তিনি বোস্টন বিশ্ববিদ্যালয় থেকে ডক্টরেট ডিগ্রি অর্জন করেন। এই সময়ে তিনি কিউরেট স্কট নামে এক অসাধারণ জ্ঞানী মহিলাকে বিয়ে করেন। বিয়ের পর, লুথার কিং আলাবামার ব্যাপ্টিস্ট চার্চে পাদ্রী হিসেবে কাজ করেন। তিনি নিগ্রো জাতির উন্নয়নের জন্য সমস্ত অর্থ দান করেছিলেন। আমেরিকার জাতিগত সমস্যাকে অহিংস ও শান্তিপূর্ণ উপায়ে নেতৃত্ব দেওয়ার জন্য তিনি নোবেল শান্তি পুরস্কারে ভূষিত হন। রঙের পার্থক্যের বিরুদ্ধে আন্দোলনের জন্য তিনি কারাবরণ করেন। 1966 সালে তাকে গুলি করে হত্যা করা হয়েছিল যখন তার বয়স ছিল মাত্র 37 বছর। Ad Completing Story: THE LUNCHEON William Somerset Maugham I caught sight of her at the play and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her and if someone had not mentioned her name I do not think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly. "Well, it's many years since we first met. How time flies! We are not getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon." Did I remember? It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday. She asked me if I would give her a little luncheon at Foyot's. Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered and I was too young to say no to a woman. I had eighty francs to live on till the end of the month and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough. I answered that I would meet her at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was in fact a woman of forty, and she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener. I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had expected. But she reassured me. “I never eat anything for luncheon," she said. "Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously. "I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon." Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the menu, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, they had a beautiful salmon, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked. "No," she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had a little caviar. I never mind caviar." My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviar. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop. "I think you're unwise to eat meat," she said. "I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I never overload my stomach." Then came the question of drink. "I never drink anything for luncheon," she said. "Neither do I," I answered promptly. "Except white wine," she went on as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They are wonderful for the digestion." "What would you like?" I asked her. "My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne." I think I turned a little pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne. "What are you going to drink, then?" "Water." She ate the caviar and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she said: "I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel much better then." "I am only going to eat one thing," I said, as the waiter came again with the menu. She waved him aside with a light gesture. "No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that. I can't eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them." My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops and I knew that they were horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them. "Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus," I asked the waiter. I hoped he would say no. A happy smile spread over his broad face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel. "I'm not in the least hungry," my guest sighed, "but if you insist I don't mind having some asparagus.” I ordered them. "Aren't you going to have any?" "No, I never eat asparagus." "I know there are people who don't like them." We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be terrible to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much money I had and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say my money had been stolen. If she had not money enough to pay the bill then the only thing to do would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared. They were enormous and appetizing. The smell of the melted butter tickled my nostrils. I watched the woman send them down her throat and in my polite way I talked on the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last she finished. "Coffee?" I said. "Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee," she answered. It was all the same to me now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-cream and coffee for her. "You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in," she said, as she ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more." "Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly. "Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you." "Oh, I see!" Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with a smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. Peaches were not in season then. Lord knew what they cost. I knew too — a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absent-mindedly took one. "You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach." The bill came and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for a moment on the three francs I left for the waiter and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket. "Follow my example," she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon." "I'll do better than that," I answered. "I'll eat nothing for dinner tonight." "Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a humorist!" But I have had my revenge at last. Today she weighs twenty-one stone.' Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Sheikh Mujibur Rahman   Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Ayub Khan declared Martial Law to enslave the Bangalees. II. He took part in the Language Movement of 1952. III. The conspirators did not allow him to form a government. IV. Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman is called the father of the nation, Bangladesh. V. He was imprisoned in the Agartala conspiracy case. VI. He delivered an epoch-making speech on March 7 at Race Course Maidan. VII. He declared independence, saying the struggle this time is a struggle for freedom and a struggle for emancipation. VIII. After the fall of Ayub Khan, Yahya Khan took the reins of the government and assured the declaration of a general election. IX. The Awami League won a landslide victory in the general election of 1970. X. He gave a clarion call to the people to fight the Pakistani junta with what they possess. Correct Sequence:iv → ii → i → v → viii → ix → iii → vi → x → vii Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman is called the father of the nation, Bangladesh. He took part in the Language Movement of 1952. Ayub Khan declared Martial Law to enslave the Bangalees. He was imprisoned in the Agartala conspiracy case. After the fall of Ayub Khan, Yahya Khan took the reins of the government and assured the declaration of a general election. The Awami League won a landslide victory in the general election of 1970. However, the conspirators did not allow him to form a government. He delivered an epoch-making speech on March 7 at Race Course Maidan. He gave a clarion call to the people to fight the Pakistani junta with whatever they possessed. Finally, he declared independence, saying, "The struggle this time is a struggle for freedom and a struggle for emancipation." বঙ্গবন্ধু শেখ মুজিবুর রহমানকে বাংলাদেশের জাতির পিতা বলা হয়। তিনি ১৯৫২ সালের ভাষা আন্দোলনে অংশ নেন। আইয়ুব খান বাঙালিদের দাসত্ব করার জন্য সামরিক আইন জারি করেন। আগরতলা ষড়যন্ত্র মামলায় তিনি কারাবরণ করেন। আইয়ুব খানের পতনের পর ইয়াহিয়া খান সরকারের শাসনভার গ্রহণ করেন এবং সাধারণ নির্বাচন ঘোষণার আশ্বাস দেন। 1970 সালের সাধারণ নির্বাচনে আওয়ামী লীগ নিরঙ্কুশ বিজয় লাভ করে। তবে ষড়যন্ত্রকারীরা তাকে সরকার গঠন করতে দেয়নি। ৭ মার্চ রেসকোর্স ময়দানে তিনি যুগান্তকারী ভাষণ দেন। তিনি জনগণকে তাদের যা কিছু আছে তা দিয়ে পাকিস্তানি জান্তার বিরুদ্ধে লড়াই করার জন্য একটি স্পষ্ট আহ্বান জানান। অবশেষে তিনি স্বাধীনতা ঘোষণা করে বলেন, এবারের সংগ্রাম স্বাধীনতার সংগ্রাম, মুক্তির সংগ্রাম। Ad Completing Story: One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick" said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves. Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi. Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Mount Everest Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. The highest camp was set up at 27,000 feet. II. The expedition set out on March 10. III. After two months of difficult and dangerous climbing, they succeeded in reaching the top on May 10. IV. Many expeditions had been led to conquer Mount Everest. V. Sir Edmund Hillary from New Zealand and his companion Tenzing Torkay from Nepal led an expedition in 1953. VI. Many climbers who took part in them lost their lives. VII. As the climbers were going up, they set up camps at different places. VIII. They left some of their men and supplies in those camps. IX. Only Hillary and Tenzing reached that height. X. But the top was still 2,000 feet away. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: iv → vi → v → ii → vii → viii → i → ix → x → iii ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Many expeditions had been led to conquer Mount Everest. Many climbers who took part in them lost their lives. Sir Edmund Hillary from New Zealand and his companion Tenzing Torkay from Nepal led an expedition in 1953. The expedition set out on March 10. As the climbers were going up, they set up camps at different places. They left some of their men and supplies in those camps. The highest camp was set up at 27,000 feet. Only Hillary and Tenzing reached that height. But the top was still 2,000 feet away. After two months of difficult and dangerous climbing, they succeeded in reaching the top on May 10. মাউন্ট এভারেস্ট জয় করার জন্য অনেক অভিযান পরিচালিত হয়েছিল। তাদের মধ্যে অংশ নেওয়া অনেক পর্বতারোহী প্রাণ হারিয়েছেন। নিউজিল্যান্ডের স্যার এডমন্ড হিলারি এবং নেপাল থেকে তার সঙ্গী তেনজিং টরকে 1953 সালে একটি অভিযানের নেতৃত্ব দেন। এই অভিযানটি 10 মার্চ শুরু হয়। পর্বতারোহীরা যখন উঠতে থাকে, তারা বিভিন্ন স্থানে ক্যাম্প স্থাপন করে। তারা তাদের কিছু লোক এবং দ্রব্যসামগ্রী ঐ ক্যাম্পে রেখে গেছে। সর্বোচ্চ শিবিরটি 27,000 ফুট উপরে স্থাপন করা হয়েছিল। শুধুমাত্র হিলারি এবং তেনজিং সেই উচ্চতায় পৌঁছেছেন। তবে শীর্ষটি তখনও 2,000 ফুট দূরে ছিল। দুই মাস কঠিন এবং বিপজ্জনক আরোহণের পর, তারা 10 মে শীর্ষে পৌঁছাতে সফল হয়। Ad Completing Story: THE LUNCHEON William Somerset Maugham I caught sight of her at the play and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her and if someone had not mentioned her name I do not think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly. "Well, it's many years since we first met. How time flies! We are not getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon." Did I remember? It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday. She asked me if I would give her a little luncheon at Foyot's. Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered and I was too young to say no to a woman. I had eighty francs to live on till the end of the month and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough. I answered that I would meet her at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was in fact a woman of forty, and she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener. I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had expected. But she reassured me. “I never eat anything for luncheon," she said. "Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously. "I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon." Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the menu, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, they had a beautiful salmon, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked. "No," she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had a little caviar. I never mind caviar." My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviar. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop. "I think you're unwise to eat meat," she said. "I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I never overload my stomach." Then came the question of drink. "I never drink anything for luncheon," she said. "Neither do I," I answered promptly. "Except white wine," she went on as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They are wonderful for the digestion." "What would you like?" I asked her. "My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne." I think I turned a little pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne. "What are you going to drink, then?" "Water." She ate the caviar and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she said: "I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel much better then." "I am only going to eat one thing," I said, as the waiter came again with the menu. She waved him aside with a light gesture. "No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that. I can't eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them." My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops and I knew that they were horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them. "Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus," I asked the waiter. I hoped he would say no. A happy smile spread over his broad face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel. "I'm not in the least hungry," my guest sighed, "but if you insist I don't mind having some asparagus.” I ordered them. "Aren't you going to have any?" "No, I never eat asparagus." "I know there are people who don't like them." We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be terrible to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much money I had and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say my money had been stolen. If she had not money enough to pay the bill then the only thing to do would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared. They were enormous and appetizing. The smell of the melted butter tickled my nostrils. I watched the woman send them down her throat and in my polite way I talked on the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last she finished. "Coffee?" I said. "Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee," she answered. It was all the same to me now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-cream and coffee for her. "You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in," she said, as she ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more." "Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly. "Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you." "Oh, I see!" Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with a smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. Peaches were not in season then. Lord knew what they cost. I knew too — a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absent-mindedly took one. "You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach." The bill came and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for a moment on the three francs I left for the waiter and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket. "Follow my example," she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon." "I'll do better than that," I answered. "I'll eat nothing for dinner tonight." "Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a humorist!" But I have had my revenge at last. Today she weighs twenty-one stone.' Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Mrs. Smith Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. The tension of the war hung in the air. II. She switched on the radio and a deep male voice floated in. III. Mrs. Smith was restless as her husband William and son William Smith Junior were off to the border. IV. Mrs. Smith sat on her favourite rocking chair and closed her eyes. V. She looked out of the window; it was dark—quite dark. VI. It was an invasion alarm. VII. What actually happened on that night was Orson Welles and his Mercury Theatre presented a radio adaptation of H.G. Wells' novel War of the Worlds on the air. VIII. Wells meant the programme to be a Halloween joke. IX. Many listeners missed the beginning of the programme and mistook it for news coverage of an actual invasion of the USA. Correct Sequence:iv → v → i → iii → ii → vi → vii → viii → ix Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: It was the eve of World War II, October 1938. Mrs. Smith sat on her favourite rocking chair and closed her eyes. She looked out of the window; it was dark—quite dark. The tension of the war hung in the air. Mrs. Smith was restless as her husband William and son William Smith Junior were off to the border. She switched on the radio and a deep male voice floated in. It was an invasion alarm. What actually happened on that night was Orson Welles and his Mercury Theatre presented a radio adaptation of H.G. Wells' novel War of the Worlds  on the air. Wells meant the programme to be a Halloween joke. Many listeners missed the beginning of the programme and mistook it for news coverage of an actual invasion of the USA. এটি ছিল দ্বিতীয় বিশ্বযুদ্ধের প্রাক্কালে, অক্টোবর 1938। মিসেস স্মিথ তার প্রিয় রকিং চেয়ারে বসে চোখ বন্ধ করলেন। সে জানালা দিয়ে বাইরে তাকাল; এটা অন্ধকার ছিল - বেশ অন্ধকার. যুদ্ধের উত্তেজনা বাতাসে ঝুলে আছে। মিসেস স্মিথ অস্থির ছিলেন কারণ তার স্বামী উইলিয়াম এবং ছেলে উইলিয়াম স্মিথ জুনিয়র সীমান্তে চলে গেছে। তিনি রেডিও চালু করলেন এবং একটি গভীর পুরুষ কণ্ঠ ভেসে উঠল। এটি একটি আক্রমণের অ্যালার্ম ছিল। সেই রাতে আসলে যা ঘটেছিল তা হল ওরসন ওয়েলস এবং তার মার্কারি থিয়েটার এইচ জি ওয়েলসের উপন্যাস ওয়ার অফ দ্য ওয়ার্ল্ডস অন দ্য এয়ারের একটি রেডিও রূপান্তর উপস্থাপন করেছিল। ওয়েলস প্রোগ্রামটিকে একটি হ্যালোইন তামাশা বোঝাতে চেয়েছিলেন। অনেক শ্রোতা প্রোগ্রামের শুরুতে মিস করেছে এবং মার্কিন যুক্তরাষ্ট্রে প্রকৃত আক্রমণের সংবাদ কভারেজের জন্য এটিকে ভুল করেছে। Ad Completing Story: THE LUNCHEON William Somerset Maugham I caught sight of her at the play and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her and if someone had not mentioned her name I do not think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly. "Well, it's many years since we first met. How time flies! We are not getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon." Did I remember? It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday. She asked me if I would give her a little luncheon at Foyot's. Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered and I was too young to say no to a woman. I had eighty francs to live on till the end of the month and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough. I answered that I would meet her at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was in fact a woman of forty, and she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener. I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had expected. But she reassured me. “I never eat anything for luncheon," she said. "Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously. "I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon." Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the menu, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, they had a beautiful salmon, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked. "No," she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had a little caviar. I never mind caviar." My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviar. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop. "I think you're unwise to eat meat," she said. "I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I never overload my stomach." Then came the question of drink. "I never drink anything for luncheon," she said. "Neither do I," I answered promptly. "Except white wine," she went on as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They are wonderful for the digestion." "What would you like?" I asked her. "My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne." I think I turned a little pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne. "What are you going to drink, then?" "Water." She ate the caviar and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she said: "I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel much better then." "I am only going to eat one thing," I said, as the waiter came again with the menu. She waved him aside with a light gesture. "No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that. I can't eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them." My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops and I knew that they were horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them. "Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus," I asked the waiter. I hoped he would say no. A happy smile spread over his broad face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel. "I'm not in the least hungry," my guest sighed, "but if you insist I don't mind having some asparagus.” I ordered them. "Aren't you going to have any?" "No, I never eat asparagus." "I know there are people who don't like them." We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be terrible to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much money I had and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say my money had been stolen. If she had not money enough to pay the bill then the only thing to do would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared. They were enormous and appetizing. The smell of the melted butter tickled my nostrils. I watched the woman send them down her throat and in my polite way I talked on the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last she finished. "Coffee?" I said. "Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee," she answered. It was all the same to me now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-cream and coffee for her. "You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in," she said, as she ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more." "Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly. "Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you." "Oh, I see!" Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with a smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. Peaches were not in season then. Lord knew what they cost. I knew too — a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absent-mindedly took one. "You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach." The bill came and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for a moment on the three francs I left for the waiter and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket. "Follow my example," she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon." "I'll do better than that," I answered. "I'll eat nothing for dinner tonight." "Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a humorist!" But I have had my revenge at last. Today she weighs twenty-one stone.' Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Meena and her parrot Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. She picked the mango and took it to her mother. II. Meena felt very disappointed. III. Meena and her parrot, Mithu, climbed a tall tree to pick a mango. IV. At dinner, Meena noticed that Raju as usual had got an egg but she did not. V. Mithu was not pleased to see that. VI. Mother wanted to see if the children had washed their hands before they started eating. VII. While they were outside washing their hands, Mithu divided the egg into two. VIII. He put half of it on Meena's plate. IX. Coming back, Raju was upset to see that half of his egg had gone. X. Although Meena had picked the mango, her mother gave the larger share of the fruit to Raju. Correct Sequence:iii → i → x → ii → iv → v → vi → vii → viii → ix Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: One day, Meena and her parrot, Mithu, climbed a tall tree to pick a mango. She picked the mango and took it to her mother. Although Meena had picked the mango, her mother gave the larger share of the fruit to Raju. Meena felt very disappointed. At dinner, Meena noticed that Raju, as usual, had got an egg but she did not. Mithu was not pleased to see that. Mother wanted to see if the children had washed their hands before they started eating. While they were outside washing their hands, Mithu divided the egg into two. He put half of it on Meena's plate. Coming back, Raju was upset to see that half of his egg had gone. একদিন, মীনা এবং তার তোতা, মিঠু, একটি আম তুলতে একটি উঁচু গাছে উঠেছিল। সে আম কুড়িয়ে মায়ের কাছে নিয়ে গেল। মীনা আম তুলে নিলেও তার মা ফলের বড় অংশ রাজুকে দিয়েছিলেন। মীনা খুব হতাশ বোধ করল। রাতের খাবারের সময় মীনা লক্ষ্য করলো যে রাজু যথারীতি একটি ডিম পেয়েছে কিন্তু সে পায়নি। মিঠু তা দেখে খুশি হলো না। মা দেখতে চেয়েছিলেন বাচ্চারা খাওয়া শুরু করার আগে তাদের হাত ধুয়েছে কিনা। যখন তারা হাত ধুতে বাইরে ছিল, মিঠু ডিম দুটি ভাগ করে ফেলে। অর্ধেকটা মীনার প্লেটে রাখলেন। ফিরে এসে রাজুর অর্ধেক ডিম চলে গেছে দেখে মন খারাপ হলো। Ad Completing Story: THE LUNCHEON William Somerset Maugham I caught sight of her at the play and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her and if someone had not mentioned her name I do not think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly. "Well, it's many years since we first met. How time flies! We are not getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon." Did I remember? It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday. She asked me if I would give her a little luncheon at Foyot's. Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered and I was too young to say no to a woman. I had eighty francs to live on till the end of the month and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough. I answered that I would meet her at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was in fact a woman of forty, and she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener. I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had expected. But she reassured me. “I never eat anything for luncheon," she said. "Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously. "I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon." Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the menu, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, they had a beautiful salmon, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked. "No," she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had a little caviar. I never mind caviar." My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviar. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop. "I think you're unwise to eat meat," she said. "I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I never overload my stomach." Then came the question of drink. "I never drink anything for luncheon," she said. "Neither do I," I answered promptly. "Except white wine," she went on as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They are wonderful for the digestion." "What would you like?" I asked her. "My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne." I think I turned a little pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne. "What are you going to drink, then?" "Water." She ate the caviar and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she said: "I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel much better then." "I am only going to eat one thing," I said, as the waiter came again with the menu. She waved him aside with a light gesture. "No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that. I can't eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them." My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops and I knew that they were horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them. "Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus," I asked the waiter. I hoped he would say no. A happy smile spread over his broad face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel. "I'm not in the least hungry," my guest sighed, "but if you insist I don't mind having some asparagus.” I ordered them. "Aren't you going to have any?" "No, I never eat asparagus." "I know there are people who don't like them." We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be terrible to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much money I had and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say my money had been stolen. If she had not money enough to pay the bill then the only thing to do would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared. They were enormous and appetizing. The smell of the melted butter tickled my nostrils. I watched the woman send them down her throat and in my polite way I talked on the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last she finished. "Coffee?" I said. "Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee," she answered. It was all the same to me now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-cream and coffee for her. "You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in," she said, as she ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more." "Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly. "Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you." "Oh, I see!" Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with a smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. Peaches were not in season then. Lord knew what they cost. I knew too — a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absent-mindedly took one. "You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach." The bill came and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for a moment on the three francs I left for the waiter and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket. "Follow my example," she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon." "I'll do better than that," I answered. "I'll eat nothing for dinner tonight." "Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a humorist!" But I have had my revenge at last. Today she weighs twenty-one stone.' Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Michael Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He was employed in a business firm owned by a relative. II. Michael was a poor shepherd living in the Lake District in England. III. Their son, Duke, was the apple of their eyes. IV. Duke wrote letters to his parents regularly from London. V. He was a great comfort to them in their old age. VI. The relative was satisfied with his work. VII. Duke went to London to work. VIII. His wife, Isabella, was also hardworking. IX. But being faced with a sudden and unexpected financial crisis, they were compelled to live without the company of their beloved son. Correct Sequence:ii → viii → iii → ix → vii → i → vi → iv → v Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Michael was a poor shepherd living in the Lake District in England. His wife, Isabella, was also hardworking. Their son, Duke, was the apple of their eyes. But being faced with a sudden and unexpected financial crisis, they were compelled to live without the company of their beloved son. Duke went to London to work. He was employed in a business firm owned by a relative. The relative was satisfied with his work. Duke wrote letters to his parents regularly from London. He was a great comfort to them in their old age. মাইকেল ছিলেন ইংল্যান্ডের লেক ডিস্ট্রিক্টে বসবাসকারী একজন দরিদ্র মেষপালক। তার স্ত্রী ইসাবেলাও ছিলেন পরিশ্রমী। তাদের ছেলে ডিউক ছিল তাদের চোখের মণি। কিন্তু আকস্মিক এবং অপ্রত্যাশিত আর্থিক সংকটের সম্মুখীন হওয়ায় তারা তাদের প্রিয় পুত্রের সঙ্গ ছাড়াই থাকতে বাধ্য হন। ডিউক লন্ডনে গিয়েছিলেন কাজে। তিনি এক আত্মীয়ের মালিকানাধীন ব্যবসায়িক প্রতিষ্ঠানে চাকরি করতেন। আত্মীয় তার কাজে সন্তুষ্ট ছিল। লন্ডন থেকে ডিউক তার বাবা-মাকে নিয়মিত চিঠি লিখতেন। তিনি তাদের বৃদ্ধ বয়সে তাদের জন্য একটি মহান স্বস্তি ছিল. Ad Completing Story: THE LUNCHEON William Somerset Maugham I caught sight of her at the play and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her and if someone had not mentioned her name I do not think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly. "Well, it's many years since we first met. How time flies! We are not getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon." Did I remember? It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday. She asked me if I would give her a little luncheon at Foyot's. Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered and I was too young to say no to a woman. I had eighty francs to live on till the end of the month and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough. I answered that I would meet her at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was in fact a woman of forty, and she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener. I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had expected. But she reassured me. “I never eat anything for luncheon," she said. "Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously. "I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon." Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the menu, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, they had a beautiful salmon, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked. "No," she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had a little caviar. I never mind caviar." My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviar. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop. "I think you're unwise to eat meat," she said. "I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I never overload my stomach." Then came the question of drink. "I never drink anything for luncheon," she said. "Neither do I," I answered promptly. "Except white wine," she went on as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They are wonderful for the digestion." "What would you like?" I asked her. "My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne." I think I turned a little pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne. "What are you going to drink, then?" "Water." She ate the caviar and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she said: "I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel much better then." "I am only going to eat one thing," I said, as the waiter came again with the menu. She waved him aside with a light gesture. "No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that. I can't eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them." My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops and I knew that they were horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them. "Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus," I asked the waiter. I hoped he would say no. A happy smile spread over his broad face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel. "I'm not in the least hungry," my guest sighed, "but if you insist I don't mind having some asparagus.” I ordered them. "Aren't you going to have any?" "No, I never eat asparagus." "I know there are people who don't like them." We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be terrible to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much money I had and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say my money had been stolen. If she had not money enough to pay the bill then the only thing to do would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared. They were enormous and appetizing. The smell of the melted butter tickled my nostrils. I watched the woman send them down her throat and in my polite way I talked on the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last she finished. "Coffee?" I said. "Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee," she answered. It was all the same to me now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-cream and coffee for her. "You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in," she said, as she ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more." "Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly. "Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you." "Oh, I see!" Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with a smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. Peaches were not in season then. Lord knew what they cost. I knew too — a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absent-mindedly took one. "You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach." The bill came and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for a moment on the three francs I left for the waiter and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket. "Follow my example," she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon." "I'll do better than that," I answered. "I'll eat nothing for dinner tonight." "Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a humorist!" But I have had my revenge at last. Today she weighs twenty-one stone.' Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Mark Twain Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He died in 1910. II. His books are full of pleasant humor. III. Later he became a member of the crew of a ferry boat in the Mississippi. IV. His real name was Samuel Longhorns Clemens. V. In his boyhood, he worked in a printing press. VI. Mark Twain was a popular writer of English literature. VII. "Tom Sawyer" and "Huckleberry Finn" are two of his most popular books. VIII. He was born in Missouri, USA in 1835. IX. Finally, he worked as a newspaper reporter. X. His writings made him one of the greatest American writers. Correct Sequence: vi → iv → viii → v → iii → ix → ii → vii → x → i Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Mark Twain was a popular writer of English literature. His real name was Samuel Longhorns Clemens. He was born in Missouri, USA in 1835. In his boyhood, he worked in a printing press. Later, he became a member of the crew of a ferry boat on the Mississippi. Finally, he worked as a newspaper reporter. His books are full of pleasant humor. "Tom Sawyer" and "Huckleberry Finn" are two of his most popular books. His writings made him one of the greatest American writers. He died in 1910. মার্ক টোয়েন ছিলেন ইংরেজি সাহিত্যের একজন জনপ্রিয় লেখক। তার আসল নাম ছিল স্যামুয়েল লংহর্নস ক্লেমেন্স। তিনি 1835 সালে মার্কিন যুক্তরাষ্ট্রের মিসৌরিতে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। ছেলেবেলায় তিনি একটি ছাপাখানায় কাজ করতেন। পরে, তিনি মিসিসিপিতে একটি ফেরি বোটের ক্রু সদস্য হন। শেষ পর্যন্ত পত্রিকার রিপোর্টার হিসেবে কাজ করেন। তার বইগুলো আনন্দদায়ক হাস্যরসে পরিপূর্ণ। "টম সয়ার" এবং "হাকলবেরি ফিন" তার দুটি জনপ্রিয় বই। তার লেখা তাকে আমেরিকার সেরা লেখকদের একজন করে তুলেছে। তিনি 1910 সালে মারা যান। Ad Completing Story: THE LUNCHEON William Somerset Maugham I caught sight of her at the play and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her and if someone had not mentioned her name I do not think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly. "Well, it's many years since we first met. How time flies! We are not getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon." Did I remember? It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday. She asked me if I would give her a little luncheon at Foyot's. Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered and I was too young to say no to a woman. I had eighty francs to live on till the end of the month and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough. I answered that I would meet her at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was in fact a woman of forty, and she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener. I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had expected. But she reassured me. “I never eat anything for luncheon," she said. "Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously. "I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon." Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the menu, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, they had a beautiful salmon, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked. "No," she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had a little caviar. I never mind caviar." My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviar. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop. "I think you're unwise to eat meat," she said. "I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I never overload my stomach." Then came the question of drink. "I never drink anything for luncheon," she said. "Neither do I," I answered promptly. "Except white wine," she went on as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They are wonderful for the digestion." "What would you like?" I asked her. "My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne." I think I turned a little pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne. "What are you going to drink, then?" "Water." She ate the caviar and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she said: "I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel much better then." "I am only going to eat one thing," I said, as the waiter came again with the menu. She waved him aside with a light gesture. "No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that. I can't eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them." My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops and I knew that they were horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them. "Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus," I asked the waiter. I hoped he would say no. A happy smile spread over his broad face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel. "I'm not in the least hungry," my guest sighed, "but if you insist I don't mind having some asparagus.” I ordered them. "Aren't you going to have any?" "No, I never eat asparagus." "I know there are people who don't like them." We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be terrible to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much money I had and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say my money had been stolen. If she had not money enough to pay the bill then the only thing to do would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared. They were enormous and appetizing. The smell of the melted butter tickled my nostrils. I watched the woman send them down her throat and in my polite way I talked on the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last she finished. "Coffee?" I said. "Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee," she answered. It was all the same to me now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-cream and coffee for her. "You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in," she said, as she ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more." "Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly. "Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you." "Oh, I see!" Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with a smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. Peaches were not in season then. Lord knew what they cost. I knew too — a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absent-mindedly took one. "You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach." The bill came and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for a moment on the three francs I left for the waiter and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket. "Follow my example," she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon." "I'll do better than that," I answered. "I'll eat nothing for dinner tonight." "Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a humorist!" But I have had my revenge at last. Today she weighs twenty-one stone.' Ad

Rearranging Sentences: John Milton Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. He acted for some time as Latin Secretary to the Commonwealth Government under Cromwell. II. John Milton was the greatest epic poet of England. III. He was born in London in 1908. IV. He was educated at Cambridge University. V. He is also the author of such well-known poems as 'Lycidas,' 'Il Penseroso.' VI. His sonnets are justly famous for loftiness of thought and diction. VII. Apart from 'Paradise Lost' and 'Paradise Regained,' Milton wrote a play on a classical model, Samson Agonistes. VIII. He belonged to the Puritan sect. IX. John Milton was a great classical scholar. X. His work is steeped in the classical spirit. Correct Sequence:ii → iii → iv → ix → x → i → vii → v → vi → viii Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: John Milton was the greatest epic poet of England. He was born in London in 1908. He was educated at Cambridge University. John Milton was a great classical scholar, and his work is steeped in the classical spirit. He acted for some time as Latin Secretary to the Commonwealth Government under Cromwell. Apart from 'Paradise Lost' and 'Paradise Regained,' Milton wrote a play on a classical model, Samson Agonistes. He is also the author of such well-known poems as 'Lycidas' and 'Il Penseroso.' His sonnets are justly famous for loftiness of thought and diction. He belonged to the Puritan sect. জন মিল্টন ছিলেন ইংল্যান্ডের সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ মহাকবি। তিনি 1908 সালে লন্ডনে জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। তিনি কেমব্রিজ বিশ্ববিদ্যালয়ে শিক্ষা লাভ করেন। জন মিল্টন একজন মহান শাস্ত্রীয় পণ্ডিত ছিলেন, এবং তার কাজ শাস্ত্রীয় চেতনায় বদ্ধ। তিনি ক্রমওয়েলের অধীনে কমনওয়েলথ সরকারের ল্যাটিন সচিব হিসেবে কিছু সময়ের জন্য কাজ করেন। 'প্যারাডাইস লস্ট' এবং 'প্যারাডাইস রিগেইনড' ছাড়াও, মিল্টন একটি ধ্রুপদী মডেল, স্যামসন অ্যাগোনিস্টেসের উপর একটি নাটক লিখেছিলেন। তিনি 'লিসিডাস' এবং 'ইল পেনসেরোসো'-এর মতো সুপরিচিত কবিতারও রচয়িতা। তাঁর সনেটগুলি চিন্তা ও উচ্চারণের জন্য ন্যায়সঙ্গতভাবে বিখ্যাত। তিনি পিউরিটান সম্প্রদায়ের অন্তর্ভুক্ত ছিলেন। Ad Completing Story: THE LUNCHEON William Somerset Maugham I caught sight of her at the play and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her and if someone had not mentioned her name I do not think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly. "Well, it's many years since we first met. How time flies! We are not getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon." Did I remember? It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday. She asked me if I would give her a little luncheon at Foyot's. Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered and I was too young to say no to a woman. I had eighty francs to live on till the end of the month and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough. I answered that I would meet her at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was in fact a woman of forty, and she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener. I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had expected. But she reassured me. “I never eat anything for luncheon," she said. "Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously. "I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon." Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the menu, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, they had a beautiful salmon, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked. "No," she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had a little caviar. I never mind caviar." My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviar. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop. "I think you're unwise to eat meat," she said. "I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I never overload my stomach." Then came the question of drink. "I never drink anything for luncheon," she said. "Neither do I," I answered promptly. "Except white wine," she went on as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They are wonderful for the digestion." "What would you like?" I asked her. "My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne." I think I turned a little pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne. "What are you going to drink, then?" "Water." She ate the caviar and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she said: "I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel much better then." "I am only going to eat one thing," I said, as the waiter came again with the menu. She waved him aside with a light gesture. "No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that. I can't eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them." My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops and I knew that they were horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them. "Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus," I asked the waiter. I hoped he would say no. A happy smile spread over his broad face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel. "I'm not in the least hungry," my guest sighed, "but if you insist I don't mind having some asparagus.” I ordered them. "Aren't you going to have any?" "No, I never eat asparagus." "I know there are people who don't like them." We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be terrible to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much money I had and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say my money had been stolen. If she had not money enough to pay the bill then the only thing to do would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared. They were enormous and appetizing. The smell of the melted butter tickled my nostrils. I watched the woman send them down her throat and in my polite way I talked on the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last she finished. "Coffee?" I said. "Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee," she answered. It was all the same to me now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-cream and coffee for her. "You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in," she said, as she ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more." "Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly. "Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you." "Oh, I see!" Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with a smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. Peaches were not in season then. Lord knew what they cost. I knew too — a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absent-mindedly took one. "You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach." The bill came and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for a moment on the three francs I left for the waiter and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket. "Follow my example," she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon." "I'll do better than that," I answered. "I'll eat nothing for dinner tonight." "Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a humorist!" But I have had my revenge at last. Today she weighs twenty-one stone.' Ad

Rearranging Sentences: The writer was living in a small apartment / The Luncheon Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. At that time a lady had read one of his books and wrote a letter to him praising very high of it. II. She was very shrewd and took seven costly items of food one after another in different pretext. III. The writer thought the lady would be young and beautiful. IV. Twenty years ago the writer was living in a small apartment in Paris. V. He was not well off; he was earning barely enough money to keep his body and soul together. VI. When he met the lady after twenty years at the play, he found her overweight and ugly. VII. She also convinced the writer to invite her to a luncheon at Foyot's, the most expensive restaurant in Paris. VIII. The writer paid the bill and he had left no money to bear the expenses of the rest of the month. IX. But she was not so young as he expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. X. He was so flattered that he could not say "no" to her request. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: iv → i → vii → v → iii → ix → ii → viii → x → vi ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: Twenty years ago, the writer was living in a small apartment in Paris. At that time, a lady had read one of his books and wrote a letter to him praising it very highly. She also convinced the writer to invite her to a luncheon at Foyot's, the most expensive restaurant in Paris. He was not well off; he was earning barely enough money to keep his body and soul together. The writer thought the lady would be young and beautiful, but she was not so young as he expected and, in appearance, imposing rather than attractive. She was very shrewd and took seven costly items of food one after another in different pretexts. The writer paid the bill, and he had left no money to bear the expenses of the rest of the month. He was so flattered that he could not say "no" to her request. When he met the lady after twenty years at the play, he found her overweight and ugly. বিশ বছর আগে, লেখক প্যারিসের একটি ছোট অ্যাপার্টমেন্টে থাকতেন। সে সময় একজন ভদ্রমহিলা তার একটি বই পড়ে তাকে খুব প্রশংসা করে একটি চিঠি লিখেছিলেন। তিনি লেখিকাকে প্যারিসের সবচেয়ে ব্যয়বহুল রেস্তোরাঁ Foyot's-এ একটি মধ্যাহ্নভোজে আমন্ত্রণ জানাতে রাজি করান। তিনি ভালো ছিলেন না; তিনি তার শরীর এবং আত্মাকে একত্রিত রাখার জন্য সবেমাত্র যথেষ্ট অর্থ উপার্জন করেছিলেন। লেখক ভেবেছিলেন ভদ্রমহিলা যুবতী এবং সুন্দরী হবেন, তবে তিনি এতটা তরুণ ছিলেন না যতটা তিনি আশা করেছিলেন এবং চেহারায়, আকর্ষণীয় নয় বরং আরোপিত। সে খুবই বুদ্ধিমান ছিল এবং বিভিন্ন অজুহাতে একের পর এক সাতটি দামি খাবার নিয়ে যায়। লেখক বিল পরিশোধ করেছেন, এবং বাকি মাসের খরচ বহন করার জন্য তিনি কোন টাকা রাখেননি। তিনি এতটাই তোষামোদ করেছিলেন যে তিনি তার অনুরোধে "না" বলতে পারেননি। নাটকে বিশ বছর পর যখন তিনি ভদ্রমহিলার সাথে দেখা করলেন, তখন তিনি তাকে অতিরিক্ত ওজন এবং কুৎসিত দেখতে পেলেন। Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. The writer was living in Paris in a tiny apartment. II. The writer agreed to meet her at Foyot and offer her lunch. III. The writer became dissatisfied when he saw her, as she was not as beautiful as he expected. IV. The woman assured him that she never eats more than one thing for lunch. V. The writer was surprised when he saw the bill of fare. VI. A woman read one of his books and praised it. VII. The prices were a great deal higher than he expected. VIII. The woman was forty years old. IX. She was talkative too. ________________________________________ Correct Sequence: i → vi → ii → iv → iii → viii → ix → v → vii ________________________________________ Rewritten Story in Correct Sequence: The writer was living in Paris in a tiny apartment. A woman read one of his books and praised it. She wanted to meet him. The writer agreed to meet her at Foyot and offer her lunch. The woman assured him that she never eats more than one thing for lunch. The writer became dissatisfied when he saw her, as she was not as beautiful as he expected. The woman was forty years old. She was talkative too. The writer was surprised when he saw the bill of fare. The prices were a great deal higher than he expected. লেখক প্যারিসে একটি ছোট অ্যাপার্টমেন্টে বসবাস করছিলেন। একজন মহিলা তার একটি বই পড়ে প্রশংসা করলেন। তিনি তার সাথে দেখা করতে চেয়েছিলেন। লেখক ফয়োটে তার সাথে দেখা করতে এবং তার মধ্যাহ্নভোজের প্রস্তাব দিতে রাজি হন। মহিলাটি তাকে আশ্বস্ত করেছিলেন যে তিনি কখনই দুপুরের খাবারের জন্য একাধিক জিনিস খান না। লেখক তাকে দেখে অসন্তুষ্ট হয়েছিলেন, কারণ তিনি যতটা আশা করেছিলেন ততটা সুন্দর ছিলেন না। মহিলার বয়স চল্লিশ বছর। তিনি কথাবার্তাও ছিলেন। ভাড়ার বিল দেখে লেখক অবাক হলেন। দাম তার প্রত্যাশার চেয়ে অনেক বেশি ছিল। Ad Completing Story: THE LUNCHEON William Somerset Maugham I caught sight of her at the play and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her and if someone had not mentioned her name I do not think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly. "Well, it's many years since we first met. How time flies! We are not getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon." Did I remember? It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday. She asked me if I would give her a little luncheon at Foyot's. Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered and I was too young to say no to a woman. I had eighty francs to live on till the end of the month and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough. I answered that I would meet her at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was in fact a woman of forty, and she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener. I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had expected. But she reassured me. “I never eat anything for luncheon," she said. "Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously. "I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon." Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the menu, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, they had a beautiful salmon, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked. "No," she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had a little caviar. I never mind caviar." My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviar. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop. "I think you're unwise to eat meat," she said. "I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I never overload my stomach." Then came the question of drink. "I never drink anything for luncheon," she said. "Neither do I," I answered promptly. "Except white wine," she went on as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They are wonderful for the digestion." "What would you like?" I asked her. "My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne." I think I turned a little pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne. "What are you going to drink, then?" "Water." She ate the caviar and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she said: "I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel much better then." "I am only going to eat one thing," I said, as the waiter came again with the menu. She waved him aside with a light gesture. "No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that. I can't eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them." My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops and I knew that they were horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them. "Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus," I asked the waiter. I hoped he would say no. A happy smile spread over his broad face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel. "I'm not in the least hungry," my guest sighed, "but if you insist I don't mind having some asparagus.” I ordered them. "Aren't you going to have any?" "No, I never eat asparagus." "I know there are people who don't like them." We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be terrible to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much money I had and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say my money had been stolen. If she had not money enough to pay the bill then the only thing to do would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared. They were enormous and appetizing. The smell of the melted butter tickled my nostrils. I watched the woman send them down her throat and in my polite way I talked on the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last she finished. "Coffee?" I said. "Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee," she answered. It was all the same to me now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-cream and coffee for her. "You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in," she said, as she ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more." "Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly. "Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you." "Oh, I see!" Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with a smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. Peaches were not in season then. Lord knew what they cost. I knew too — a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absent-mindedly took one. "You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach." The bill came and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for a moment on the three francs I left for the waiter and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket. "Follow my example," she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon." "I'll do better than that," I answered. "I'll eat nothing for dinner tonight." "Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a humorist!" But I have had my revenge at last. Today she weighs twenty-one stone.' Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Every day a lion and a baby jackal Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. In the evening, as he was returning home, he found a baby jackal, picked it up, and took it to the lioness. II. He lived with her two cubs, and the three babies all grew up together. III. "This little jackal is the only food I could find for you today," said the lion. IV. "Kill him and eat him." V. "I did not kill him because he is only a baby." VI. Every day a lion went hunting and brought home enough food. VII. "My dear," replied the lioness, "If you did not like to kill him because he is only a baby, how do you think I can kill him? I am the mother of two babies that are just like him, so I shall do him no harm. He shall be my third son." VIII. One day, however, he could not find any animal to kill. IX. The three little animals were always together. X. And so the lioness looked after the baby jackal. Correct Sequence:VI → VIII → I → III → V → IV → VII → X → II → IX Rewritten Paragraph in Correct Sequence: Every day a lion went hunting and brought home enough food. One day, however, he could not find any animal to kill. In the evening, as he was returning home, he found a baby jackal, picked it up, and took it to the lioness. "This little jackal is the only food I could find for you today," said the lion. "I did not kill him because he is only a baby." "Kill him and eat him." "My dear," replied the lioness, "If you did not like to kill him because he is only a baby, how do you think I can kill him? I am the mother of two babies that are just like him, so I shall do him no harm. He shall be my third son." And so the lioness looked after the baby jackal. He lived with her two cubs, and the three babies all grew up together. The three little animals were always together. প্রতিদিন একটি সিংহ শিকারে যেত এবং বাড়িতে পর্যাপ্ত খাবার নিয়ে আসত। একদিন অবশ্য হত্যা করার মতো কোনো প্রাণী খুঁজে পেলেন না। সন্ধ্যায় বাড়ি ফিরতে ফিরতে তিনি একটি শেয়ালের বাচ্চা দেখতে পেলেন, সেটি তুলে নিয়ে সিংহীর কাছে গেলেন। সিংহ বলল, "এই ছোট্ট শেয়ালই একমাত্র খাবার যা আমি আজ তোমার জন্য খুঁজে পেয়েছি।" "আমি তাকে হত্যা করিনি কারণ সে শুধুমাত্র একটি শিশু।" "ওকে মেরে খাও।" "আমার প্রিয়," সিংহী উত্তর দিল, "আপনি যদি তাকে হত্যা করতে পছন্দ না করেন কারণ সে শুধুমাত্র একটি শিশু, তাহলে আমি কিভাবে তাকে হত্যা করতে পারি? আমি তার মতো দুটি শিশুর মা, তাই আমি করব। তার কোন ক্ষতি করবেন না সে হবে আমার তৃতীয় পুত্র।" আর তাই সিংহী বাচ্চা শেয়ালের দেখাশোনা করত। তিনি তার দুটি শাবকের সাথে থাকতেন এবং তিনটি শিশু একসাথে বড় হয়েছিল। তিনটি ছোট প্রাণী সবসময় একসাথে ছিল। Ad Completing Story: A Kind Lion and a Grateful Mouse: Once the lion was sleeping in a  (Story Writing)   The Lion and the Mouse   Once there was a lion in a forest. He was very tired and hence he was sleeping in a den. At that time a mouse was playing nearby. It was running to and fro without any anxiety. Soon another mouse came there. The first mouse said, “Look at me! I’m not afraid of this big lion!” It climbed on the lion’s body and  came to the loin’s mouth and sat on the nose. The lion woke up. It saw the mouse. It was very angry. The mouse became very afraid. It could not move. The lion caught it in his paw and was about to kill it.  . The other mouse ran away.    The lion said, “You bad little mouse! Why have you disturbed my sleep? I’ll eat you now.” The mouse begged for its life. It said, “Forgive me, sir. I’m very small. Don’t eat me. Please let me go. I’ll be your friend. What will you gain by killing me? Please pardon me and let me go. One day I may come to your use.” The lion laughed at the mouse. He said, “How can you help me? Look! How big and strong I am! I don’t need small friends like you!” The mouse cried, “ Please don’t kill me.”  The lion out of pity became quite. He had no more anger in his heart.  So he let the mouse go.   After some days three men came to the forest. They had guns and a net. They came to catch wild animals. They stopped under a tree. They tied the net with two branches of the tree and laid a trap with it. Then they left the place. The next day the lion was walking in the forest. He came under the tree. He stepped on the net. The net went up. The lion was inside the net. He could not get out .he became very angry. He roared and roared. He was helpless. The mouse heard the roar of the lion. It ran to the lion. The lion was in side the net. The mouse said, “Alas, my friend! You’re in danger! But I’ll get you out.” At first the mouse cut a very small part of the net with its sharp teeth. Then it cut more and more. The hole in the net became bigger. The lion jumped out of the net. He ran away with the mouse on his back. The lion stopped after sometime. He said, “Thank you, my little friend. Forgive me. I was wrong. I was proud. You’re my best friend.”       A Lion and a Mouse Once a little mouse, while playing, ran across a sleeping lion's face. The lion awake in anger, caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse begged for pardon. It said to the lion, "I am very sorry sir. I got a little off balance and ran across your face just by accident. Please spare my life. One day, perhaps I may be of use to you." The lion laughed and said, "Well, I feel like believing you, I don't know why. But I know one thing, when anyone is in danger he or she make false promises to get rid of the danger." The mouse became sad at heart and said, "No sir, I am not of that type. I know how to be grateful and how to repay debts. If I do not get any chance to be useful to you, I shall at least remain grateful to you for your kindness." The mighty beast seemed convinced. He pardoned the mouse and allowed it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy. One day after this the lion was strolling around as usual. Suddenly he was caught in a net set by some hunters. He roared loudly in rage, tried his best to get free but all his efforts ended in vain. No doubt the lion was very strong but he could not break the net. He went on roaring in rage. The mouse playing nearby heard the roar of the lion. It got frightened and got ready to run away at a safe distance. Suddenly one thing flashed into it$ mind. It remembered the promise it made to the lion. So the mouse instead of running away in fear went to the spot from where the roaring sound was coming. Seeing the mouse coming the lion said, "My dear little friend, see my condition. I am in a real trouble. Will you keep your promise and help me get rid of this trouble." "Of course! That's why I am here. Don't worry. Let me have a try at the net." So saying the mouse first cut one rope of the net with its sharp teeth and then another and then another and finally succeeded in setting the lion free. The lion now free from danger became so happy and pleased with the mouse that he had the mouse on his back and left the place singing. Since then the mouse and the lion became the best friends and their friendship based on mutual trust and confidence lasted till time unknown.       A Lion and a Mouse Once a little mouse, while playing, ran across a sleeping lion's face. The lion awake in anger, caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse begged for pardon. It said to the lion, "I am very sorry sir. I got a little off balance and ran across your face just by accident. Please spare my life. One day, perhaps I may be of use to you." The lion laughed and said, "Well, I feel like believing you, I don't know why. But I know one thing, when anyone is in danger he or she make false promises to get rid of the danger." The mouse became sad at heart and said, "No sir, I am not of that type. I know how to be grateful and how to repay debts. If I do not get any chance to be useful to you, I shall at least remain grateful to you for your kindness." The mighty beast seemed convinced. He pardoned the mouse and allowed it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy. One day after this the lion was strolling around as usual. Suddenly he was caught in a net set by some hunters. He roared loudly in rage, tried his best to get free but all his efforts ended in vain. No doubt the lion was very strong but he could not break the net. He went on roaring in rage. The mouse playing nearby heard the roar of the lion. It got frightened and got ready to run away at a safe distance. Suddenly one thing flashed into it$ mind. It remembered the promise it made to the lion. So the mouse instead of running away in fear went to the spot from where the roaring sound was coming. Seeing the mouse coming the lion said, "My dear little friend, see my condition. I am in a real trouble. Will you keep your promise and help me get rid of this trouble." "Of course! That's why I am here. Don't worry. Let me have a try at the net." So saying the mouse first cut one rope of the net with its sharp teeth and then another and then another and finally succeeded in setting the lion free. The lion now free from danger became so happy and pleased with the mouse that he had the mouse on his back and left the place singing. Since then the mouse and the lion became the best friends and their friendship based on mutual trust and confidence lasted till time unknown.       The Lion and the Mouse Completing Story Once upon a time, in a big forest, there lived a strong lion. He was the king of the jungle, and all the animal love and respected him. One sunny day, after eating a big meal, the lion lay down to take a nap in his cozy cave. Nearby, a tiny mouse was playing and having fun. While running around, the little mouse accidentally ran across the lion’s nose, waking him up. The lion was very angry and caught the mouse in his big paw. The lion was furious and could not believe that the little mouse had disturbed his sleep. The scared mouse begged for its life, saying that it was just a small creature, but it might help him one day. The lion laughed, thinking about how a tiny mouse could ever help a big lion like him. But the lion was in a good mood, so he decided to let the mouse go. A few days later, the lion got into trouble. Some hunters had set a trap, and he found himself stuck in strong ropes. The lion roared for help, and his loud voice echoed through the forest. The little mouse heard the lion’s roar and ran to find him. The mouse quickly got to work, chewing through the ropes with its sharp teeth. Soon, the ropes broke, and the lion was free. The lion looked at the mouse and felt grateful. He realized that he was wrong to think the mouse could not help him. Even the smallest animal can make a major difference. The lion and the mouse became close friends after that day. They learned that it doesn’t matter how big or small you are; everyone can help each other. And so, they lived happily in the forest, always ready to lend a hand to one another.        The Lion and the Mouse     Once there was a lion in a forest. He was very tired and hence he was sleeping in a den. At that time a mouse was playing nearby. It was running to and fro without any anxiety. Soon another mouse came there. The first mouse said, “Look at me! I’m not afraid of this big lion!” It climbed on the lion’s body and  came to the loin’s mouth and sat on the nose. The lion woke up. It saw the mouse. It was very angry. The mouse became very afraid. It could not move. The lion caught it in his paw and was about to kill it.  . The other mouse ran away.    The lion said, “You bad little mouse! Why have you disturbed my sleep? I’ll eat you now.” The mouse begged for its life. It said, “Forgive me, sir. I’m very small. Don’t eat me. Please let me go. I’ll be your friend. What will you gain by killing me? Please pardon me and let me go. One day I may come to your use.” The lion laughed at the mouse. He said, “How can you help me? Look! How big and strong I am! I don’t need small friends like you!” The mouse cried, “ Please don’t kill me.”  The lion out of pity became quite. He had no more anger in his heart.  So he let the mouse go.    After some days three men came to the forest. They had guns and a net. They came to catch wild animals. They stopped under a tree. They tied the net with two branches of the tree and laid a trap with it. Then they left the place. The next day the lion was walking in the forest. He came under the tree. He stepped on the net. The net went up. The lion was inside the net. He could not get out .he became very angry. He roared and roared. He was helpless. The mouse heard the roar of the lion. It ran to the lion. The lion was in side the net. The mouse said, “Alas, my friend! You’re in danger! But I’ll get you out.” At first the mouse cut a very small part of the net with its sharp teeth. Then it cut more and more. The hole in the net became bigger. The lion jumped out of the net. He ran away with the mouse on his back. The lion stopped after sometime. He said, “Thank you, my little friend. Forgive me. I was wrong. I was proud. You’re my best friend.”   A Kind Lion and a Grateful Mouse: Once the lion was sleeping in a    Once upon a time, in a vast jungle, there lived a mighty lion who was feared by all. One day, while the lion was taking a nap, a little mouse accidentally ran over his face while playing. As soon as the lion woke up, he caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse pleaded for mercy, explaining that it was merely an accident and begged the lion to spare its life. The mouse even went so far as to say that one day it might be able to repay the favor. The lion, however, was skeptical, believing that the mouse was merely making false promises to escape danger.   Despite the lion's skepticism, the mouse insisted that it knew the value of gratitude and would be forever grateful to the lion for sparing its life. The lion, impressed by the mouse's words, decided to spare its life and let it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy.   Days went by, and one day while wandering in the jungle, the lion became ensnared in a hunter's net. The lion roared and struggled to free itself, but to no avail. The little mouse, who happened to be playing nearby, heard the lion's cries for help and rushed to its side. The mouse remembered the lion's kindness and promised to help it.   The mouse then used its sharp teeth to nibble at the ropes of the net, one by one. The mouse worked tirelessly, cutting away at the ropes until the lion was free. The lion was overjoyed at the mouse's bravery and kindness and thanked it for saving its life.   The lion and the mouse's friendship grew from that day, based on mutual trust and respect. The two became inseparable, and their bond lasted for years to come. The story teaches us that true friendship knows no boundaries, and even the smallest creature can make a big difference in someone's life.     A Lion and a Mouse Once a little mouse, while playing, ran across a sleeping lion's face. The lion awake in anger, caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse begged for pardon. It said to the lion, "I am very sorry sir. I got a little off balance and ran across your face just by accident. Please spare my life. One day, perhaps I may be of use to you." The lion laughed and said, "Well, I feel like believing you, I don't know why. But I know one thing, when anyone is in danger he or she make false promises to get rid of the danger." The mouse became sad at heart and said, "No sir, I am not of that type. I-know how to be grateful and how to repay debts. If I do not get any chance to be useful to you, I shall at least remain grateful to you for your kindness." The mighty beast seemed convinced. He pardoned the mouse and allowed it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy. One day after this the lion was strolling around as usual. Suddenly he was caught in a net set by some hunters. He roared loudly in rage, tried his best to get free but all his efforts ended in vain. No doubt the lion was very strong but he could not break the net. He went on roaring in rage. The mouse playing nearby heard the roar of the lion. It got frightened and got ready to run away at a safe distance. Suddenly one thing flashed into its mind. It remembered the promise it made to the lion. So the mouse instead of running away in fear went to the spot from where the roaring sound was coming. Seeing the mouse coming the lion said, "My dear little friend, see my condition. I am in a real trouble. Will you keep your promise and help me get rid of this trouble?" "Of course! That's why I am here. Don't worry. Let me have a try at the net." So saying the mouse first cut one rope of the net with its sharp teeth and then another and then another and finally succeeded in setting the lion free. The lion now free from danger became so happy and pleased with the mouse that he had the mouse on his back and left the place singing. Since then the mouse and the lion became the best friends and their friendship based on mutual trust and confidence lasted till time unknown.      The lion and the mouse or, Help may come even from the smallest of your friends   One day a lion was sleeping in its cave. A mouse was playing nearby. While playing it by chance it ran over the lion’s body. At this, the lion woke up and became very angry. With a terrible roar he caught the mouse and said, “you tiny creature, how dare you tease me? I will kill you. “The mouse began to tremble in fear and begged for its life. It also said. “Your majesty, I am a little creature but I can help others. Please let me go, sooner or later, I may help you. Besides, if you kill me, it will bring no fame to you.” Hearing this. The lion burst into laughter and said, “o you! Are you suitable to help me?” However, he set the mouse free and told me to do its own job. After sometime, the lion fell into a hunter’s trap. The lion tried his best to be free from the net but could not. He began to roar and said, “Save me please, save me please. “ Listening this, the mouse came swiftly and found the lion in a trap. The mouse said, “your Majesty, please don’t worry and keep quiet. I well-cut cut the net into pieces and thereby you will be able to come out. The mouse cut the net into pieces and the lion became free. Being free, the lion said, “You are small in size but worthy. You have saved my life and many thanks to you.” In fact, the strong or mighty someone is also dependent on the weak one. From then, the lion was kind hearted to the tiny creatures. From the story we learn that we should have fellow feelings among us and rich should show kindness to the poor.     Read the beginning of the following story. The  story is incomplete. Use your imagination and complete. You have to give a suitable title to it : Once there was a lion 'sleeping in a forest. Suddenly a mouse came there. It did not notice the sleeping lion. It was running about and playing  happily. By chance, it ran over the face of the lion. v It awoke the lion. At this, the lion grew......... Ans. A Small Creature Saves the Life of a Lion Once there was a lion sleeping in a forest. Suddenly a mouse came there. It did not notice the sleeping lion. It was running about and playing happily. By chance, it ran over the face of the lion. It awoke the lion. At this, the lion grew very angry. It roared with anger. The mouse got frightened and started trembling. The lion said, "How dare you disturb me, the small evil? I will kill you," The mouse fell in great danger. It begged its life to the lion. It also promised to help the lion in future if he needed. Hearing this, the lion laughed at him. He said, "How a small creature like you will help me?" He mocked (বিদ্রুপ করা) at the mouse and relieved (মুক্তি দেওয়া) him. After a few days, a hunter set a trap and the lion was caught in it. The lion tried his utmost to escape from it but failed. The mouse noticed the situation and decided to help the lion. It started to cut off the net with its sharp teeth. After sometimes, the lion was able to get out from the trap and thanked the mouse for saving his life. So, nobody should neglect anyone treating as a small creature   A Kind Lion and a Grateful Mouse   Once upon a time, in a vast jungle, there lived a mighty lion who was feared by all. One day, while the lion was taking a nap, a little mouse accidentally ran over his face while playing. As soon as the lion woke up, he caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse pleaded for mercy, explaining that it was merely an accident and begged the lion to spare its life. The mouse even went so far as to say that one day it might be able to repay the favor. The lion, however, was skeptical, believing that the mouse was merely making false promises to escape danger.   Despite the lion's skepticism, the mouse insisted that it knew the value of gratitude and would be forever grateful to the lion for sparing its life. The lion, impressed by the mouse's words, decided to spare its life and let it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy.   Days went by, and one day while wandering in the jungle, the lion became ensnared in a hunter's net. The lion roared and struggled to free itself, but to no avail. The little mouse, who happened to be playing nearby, heard the lion's cries for help and rushed to its side. The mouse remembered the lion's kindness and promised to help it.   The mouse then used its sharp teeth to nibble at the ropes of the net, one by one. The mouse worked tirelessly, cutting away at the ropes until the lion was free. The lion was overjoyed at the mouse's bravery and kindness and thanked it for saving its life.   The lion and the mouse's friendship grew from that day, based on mutual trust and respect. The two became inseparable, and their bond lasted for years to come. The story teaches us that true friendship knows no boundaries, and even the smallest creature can make a big difference in someone's life. Moral : The Lion and the Mouse Completing Story Bangla Meaning একবার, একটি বড় বনে একটি শক্তিশালী সিংহ ছিল। সে জঙ্গলের রাজা, আর সব পশুরা তাকে ভয় পেত। একদিন, সিংহটি পেট ভরে খেয়ে গুহায় ঘুমিয়ে পড়ল। নিকটবর্তী, একটি ছোট ইঁদুর খেলা করছিল। খেলতে খেলতে হঠাৎ ইঁদুরটি সিংহের নাকে চলে গেল, যা সিংহকে জাগিয়ে দিল। সিংহটি খুব রেগে গেল এবং ইঁদুরটিকে ধরে ফেলল। সিংহটি রেগে ভাবছিল, এই ছোট্ট ইঁদুর আমার ঘুম ভেঙেছে! ভীত ইঁদুরটি বলল, দয়া করে আমাকে মারবেন না। আমি খুব ছোট, কিন্তু আমি একদিন আপনাকে সাহায্য করব। সিংহটি হাসল, ভাবল কিভাবে একটি ছোট ইঁদুর তাকে সাহায্য করবে। কিন্তু সে ভালো মেজাজে ছিল, তাই ইঁদুরটিকে ছেড়ে দিল। কিছুদিন পর,  সিংহ  বিপদে পড়ল। কিছু শিকারী একটি ফাঁদ পেতেছিল, এবং সিংহটি শক্ত রশিতে আটকে পড়ে গেল। সে সাহায্যের জন্য গর্জন করতে লাগল। ছোট ইঁদুরটি সিংহের গর্জন শুনে দৌড়ে এল। ইঁদুরটি বলল, চিন্তা করবেন না, আমি আপনাকে সাহায্য করব। তারপর, ইঁদুরটি তার তীক্ষ্ণ দাঁত দিয়ে রশি কেটে ফেলতে শুরু করল। শিগগিরই, রশিগুলি ছিঁড়ে গেল, এবং সিংহটি মুক্ত হলো। সিংহটি ইঁদুরের দিকে তাকিয়ে বলল, আপনাকে ধন্যবাদ! আমি বুঝতে পেরেছি, এমনকি ছোট প্রাণীও বড়দের সাহায্য করতে পারে। সেই দিন থেকে, সিংহ এবং ইঁদুর বন্ধু হয়ে গেল। তারা শিখল যে, বড় বা ছোট হওয়ার কিছু নেই; সবাই একে অপরকে সাহায্য করতে পারে। আর তারা বনজুড়ে সুখে বাস করতে লাগল, সবসময় একে অপরকে সাহায্য করতে প্রস্তুত। Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Leprosy Put the following parts of the story in correct order to make the whole story. I. Leprosy is endemic in 130 countries worldwide. II. It is a chronic infectious disease caused by the bacteria Mycobacterium leprae. III. Scientists are developing a vaccine to provide long-term protection for those who are most at risk. IV. Leprosy is perhaps one of the most ancient diseases known to humans. V. Due to leprosy, about 4 to 5 million people are suffering or have deformities. VI. Every day, more than 1,300 new cases of leprosy are found. VII. It is estimated that the delay between the onset of the first discernible symptom to clinical diagnosis is anywhere from 1 to 3 years. VIII. Current leprosy programs are focused on detection and treatment, not on prevention. IX. According to IDRI, they are developing both rapid diagnostic tests for primary leprosy diagnosis and new tools for the objective assessment of treatment. Correct Sequence:iv → ii → i → vi → v → vii → viii → ix → iii Rewritten Paragraph in Correct Sequence: Leprosy is perhaps one of the most ancient diseases known to humans. It is a chronic infectious disease caused by the bacteria Mycobacterium leprae . Leprosy is endemic in 130 countries worldwide. Every day, more than 1,300 new cases of leprosy are found. Due to leprosy, about 4 to 5 million people are suffering or have deformities. It is estimated that the delay between the onset of the first discernible symptom to clinical diagnosis is anywhere from 1 to 3 years. Current leprosy programs are focused on detection and treatment, not on prevention. According to IDRI, they are developing both rapid diagnostic tests for primary leprosy diagnosis and new tools for the objective assessment of treatment. Scientists are developing a vaccine to provide long-term protection for those who are most at risk. কুষ্ঠ সম্ভবত মানুষের কাছে পরিচিত সবচেয়ে প্রাচীন রোগগুলির মধ্যে একটি। এটি মাইকোব্যাকটেরিয়াম লেপ্রে ব্যাকটেরিয়া দ্বারা সৃষ্ট একটি দীর্ঘস্থায়ী সংক্রামক রোগ। বিশ্বব্যাপী 130টি দেশে কুষ্ঠ রোগ স্থানীয়। প্রতিদিন, 1,300-এরও বেশি নতুন কুষ্ঠ রোগের ঘটনা পাওয়া যায়। কুষ্ঠ রোগের কারণে, প্রায় 4 থেকে 5 মিলিয়ন মানুষ ভুগছে বা বিকৃতি রয়েছে। এটি অনুমান করা হয় যে ক্লিনিকাল রোগ নির্ণয়ের প্রথম লক্ষণীয় লক্ষণের সূত্রপাতের মধ্যে দেরি 1 থেকে 3 বছর পর্যন্ত। বর্তমান কুষ্ঠরোগ প্রোগ্রামগুলি সনাক্তকরণ এবং চিকিত্সার উপর দৃষ্টি নিবদ্ধ করে, প্রতিরোধের উপর নয়। আইডিআরআই-এর মতে, তারা প্রাথমিক কুষ্ঠ রোগ নির্ণয়ের জন্য দ্রুত ডায়াগনস্টিক পরীক্ষা এবং চিকিত্সার উদ্দেশ্যমূলক মূল্যায়নের জন্য নতুন সরঞ্জাম উভয়ই তৈরি করছে। যারা সবচেয়ে বেশি ঝুঁকিতে রয়েছে তাদের দীর্ঘমেয়াদী সুরক্ষা প্রদানের জন্য বিজ্ঞানীরা একটি ভ্যাকসিন তৈরি করছেন। Ad Completing Story: A Kind Lion and a Grateful Mouse: Once the lion was sleeping in a  (Story Writing)   The Lion and the Mouse   Once there was a lion in a forest. He was very tired and hence he was sleeping in a den. At that time a mouse was playing nearby. It was running to and fro without any anxiety. Soon another mouse came there. The first mouse said, “Look at me! I’m not afraid of this big lion!” It climbed on the lion’s body and  came to the loin’s mouth and sat on the nose. The lion woke up. It saw the mouse. It was very angry. The mouse became very afraid. It could not move. The lion caught it in his paw and was about to kill it.  . The other mouse ran away.    The lion said, “You bad little mouse! Why have you disturbed my sleep? I’ll eat you now.” The mouse begged for its life. It said, “Forgive me, sir. I’m very small. Don’t eat me. Please let me go. I’ll be your friend. What will you gain by killing me? Please pardon me and let me go. One day I may come to your use.” The lion laughed at the mouse. He said, “How can you help me? Look! How big and strong I am! I don’t need small friends like you!” The mouse cried, “ Please don’t kill me.”  The lion out of pity became quite. He had no more anger in his heart.  So he let the mouse go.   After some days three men came to the forest. They had guns and a net. They came to catch wild animals. They stopped under a tree. They tied the net with two branches of the tree and laid a trap with it. Then they left the place. The next day the lion was walking in the forest. He came under the tree. He stepped on the net. The net went up. The lion was inside the net. He could not get out .he became very angry. He roared and roared. He was helpless. The mouse heard the roar of the lion. It ran to the lion. The lion was in side the net. The mouse said, “Alas, my friend! You’re in danger! But I’ll get you out.” At first the mouse cut a very small part of the net with its sharp teeth. Then it cut more and more. The hole in the net became bigger. The lion jumped out of the net. He ran away with the mouse on his back. The lion stopped after sometime. He said, “Thank you, my little friend. Forgive me. I was wrong. I was proud. You’re my best friend.”       A Lion and a Mouse Once a little mouse, while playing, ran across a sleeping lion's face. The lion awake in anger, caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse begged for pardon. It said to the lion, "I am very sorry sir. I got a little off balance and ran across your face just by accident. Please spare my life. One day, perhaps I may be of use to you." The lion laughed and said, "Well, I feel like believing you, I don't know why. But I know one thing, when anyone is in danger he or she make false promises to get rid of the danger." The mouse became sad at heart and said, "No sir, I am not of that type. I know how to be grateful and how to repay debts. If I do not get any chance to be useful to you, I shall at least remain grateful to you for your kindness." The mighty beast seemed convinced. He pardoned the mouse and allowed it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy. One day after this the lion was strolling around as usual. Suddenly he was caught in a net set by some hunters. He roared loudly in rage, tried his best to get free but all his efforts ended in vain. No doubt the lion was very strong but he could not break the net. He went on roaring in rage. The mouse playing nearby heard the roar of the lion. It got frightened and got ready to run away at a safe distance. Suddenly one thing flashed into it$ mind. It remembered the promise it made to the lion. So the mouse instead of running away in fear went to the spot from where the roaring sound was coming. Seeing the mouse coming the lion said, "My dear little friend, see my condition. I am in a real trouble. Will you keep your promise and help me get rid of this trouble." "Of course! That's why I am here. Don't worry. Let me have a try at the net." So saying the mouse first cut one rope of the net with its sharp teeth and then another and then another and finally succeeded in setting the lion free. The lion now free from danger became so happy and pleased with the mouse that he had the mouse on his back and left the place singing. Since then the mouse and the lion became the best friends and their friendship based on mutual trust and confidence lasted till time unknown.       A Lion and a Mouse Once a little mouse, while playing, ran across a sleeping lion's face. The lion awake in anger, caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse begged for pardon. It said to the lion, "I am very sorry sir. I got a little off balance and ran across your face just by accident. Please spare my life. One day, perhaps I may be of use to you." The lion laughed and said, "Well, I feel like believing you, I don't know why. But I know one thing, when anyone is in danger he or she make false promises to get rid of the danger." The mouse became sad at heart and said, "No sir, I am not of that type. I know how to be grateful and how to repay debts. If I do not get any chance to be useful to you, I shall at least remain grateful to you for your kindness." The mighty beast seemed convinced. He pardoned the mouse and allowed it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy. One day after this the lion was strolling around as usual. Suddenly he was caught in a net set by some hunters. He roared loudly in rage, tried his best to get free but all his efforts ended in vain. No doubt the lion was very strong but he could not break the net. He went on roaring in rage. The mouse playing nearby heard the roar of the lion. It got frightened and got ready to run away at a safe distance. Suddenly one thing flashed into it$ mind. It remembered the promise it made to the lion. So the mouse instead of running away in fear went to the spot from where the roaring sound was coming. Seeing the mouse coming the lion said, "My dear little friend, see my condition. I am in a real trouble. Will you keep your promise and help me get rid of this trouble." "Of course! That's why I am here. Don't worry. Let me have a try at the net." So saying the mouse first cut one rope of the net with its sharp teeth and then another and then another and finally succeeded in setting the lion free. The lion now free from danger became so happy and pleased with the mouse that he had the mouse on his back and left the place singing. Since then the mouse and the lion became the best friends and their friendship based on mutual trust and confidence lasted till time unknown.       The Lion and the Mouse Completing Story Once upon a time, in a big forest, there lived a strong lion. He was the king of the jungle, and all the animal love and respected him. One sunny day, after eating a big meal, the lion lay down to take a nap in his cozy cave. Nearby, a tiny mouse was playing and having fun. While running around, the little mouse accidentally ran across the lion’s nose, waking him up. The lion was very angry and caught the mouse in his big paw. The lion was furious and could not believe that the little mouse had disturbed his sleep. The scared mouse begged for its life, saying that it was just a small creature, but it might help him one day. The lion laughed, thinking about how a tiny mouse could ever help a big lion like him. But the lion was in a good mood, so he decided to let the mouse go. A few days later, the lion got into trouble. Some hunters had set a trap, and he found himself stuck in strong ropes. The lion roared for help, and his loud voice echoed through the forest. The little mouse heard the lion’s roar and ran to find him. The mouse quickly got to work, chewing through the ropes with its sharp teeth. Soon, the ropes broke, and the lion was free. The lion looked at the mouse and felt grateful. He realized that he was wrong to think the mouse could not help him. Even the smallest animal can make a major difference. The lion and the mouse became close friends after that day. They learned that it doesn’t matter how big or small you are; everyone can help each other. And so, they lived happily in the forest, always ready to lend a hand to one another.        The Lion and the Mouse     Once there was a lion in a forest. He was very tired and hence he was sleeping in a den. At that time a mouse was playing nearby. It was running to and fro without any anxiety. Soon another mouse came there. The first mouse said, “Look at me! I’m not afraid of this big lion!” It climbed on the lion’s body and  came to the loin’s mouth and sat on the nose. The lion woke up. It saw the mouse. It was very angry. The mouse became very afraid. It could not move. The lion caught it in his paw and was about to kill it.  . The other mouse ran away.    The lion said, “You bad little mouse! Why have you disturbed my sleep? I’ll eat you now.” The mouse begged for its life. It said, “Forgive me, sir. I’m very small. Don’t eat me. Please let me go. I’ll be your friend. What will you gain by killing me? Please pardon me and let me go. One day I may come to your use.” The lion laughed at the mouse. He said, “How can you help me? Look! How big and strong I am! I don’t need small friends like you!” The mouse cried, “ Please don’t kill me.”  The lion out of pity became quite. He had no more anger in his heart.  So he let the mouse go.    After some days three men came to the forest. They had guns and a net. They came to catch wild animals. They stopped under a tree. They tied the net with two branches of the tree and laid a trap with it. Then they left the place. The next day the lion was walking in the forest. He came under the tree. He stepped on the net. The net went up. The lion was inside the net. He could not get out .he became very angry. He roared and roared. He was helpless. The mouse heard the roar of the lion. It ran to the lion. The lion was in side the net. The mouse said, “Alas, my friend! You’re in danger! But I’ll get you out.” At first the mouse cut a very small part of the net with its sharp teeth. Then it cut more and more. The hole in the net became bigger. The lion jumped out of the net. He ran away with the mouse on his back. The lion stopped after sometime. He said, “Thank you, my little friend. Forgive me. I was wrong. I was proud. You’re my best friend.”   A Kind Lion and a Grateful Mouse: Once the lion was sleeping in a    Once upon a time, in a vast jungle, there lived a mighty lion who was feared by all. One day, while the lion was taking a nap, a little mouse accidentally ran over his face while playing. As soon as the lion woke up, he caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse pleaded for mercy, explaining that it was merely an accident and begged the lion to spare its life. The mouse even went so far as to say that one day it might be able to repay the favor. The lion, however, was skeptical, believing that the mouse was merely making false promises to escape danger.   Despite the lion's skepticism, the mouse insisted that it knew the value of gratitude and would be forever grateful to the lion for sparing its life. The lion, impressed by the mouse's words, decided to spare its life and let it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy.   Days went by, and one day while wandering in the jungle, the lion became ensnared in a hunter's net. The lion roared and struggled to free itself, but to no avail. The little mouse, who happened to be playing nearby, heard the lion's cries for help and rushed to its side. The mouse remembered the lion's kindness and promised to help it.   The mouse then used its sharp teeth to nibble at the ropes of the net, one by one. The mouse worked tirelessly, cutting away at the ropes until the lion was free. The lion was overjoyed at the mouse's bravery and kindness and thanked it for saving its life.   The lion and the mouse's friendship grew from that day, based on mutual trust and respect. The two became inseparable, and their bond lasted for years to come. The story teaches us that true friendship knows no boundaries, and even the smallest creature can make a big difference in someone's life.     A Lion and a Mouse Once a little mouse, while playing, ran across a sleeping lion's face. The lion awake in anger, caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse begged for pardon. It said to the lion, "I am very sorry sir. I got a little off balance and ran across your face just by accident. Please spare my life. One day, perhaps I may be of use to you." The lion laughed and said, "Well, I feel like believing you, I don't know why. But I know one thing, when anyone is in danger he or she make false promises to get rid of the danger." The mouse became sad at heart and said, "No sir, I am not of that type. I-know how to be grateful and how to repay debts. If I do not get any chance to be useful to you, I shall at least remain grateful to you for your kindness." The mighty beast seemed convinced. He pardoned the mouse and allowed it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy. One day after this the lion was strolling around as usual. Suddenly he was caught in a net set by some hunters. He roared loudly in rage, tried his best to get free but all his efforts ended in vain. No doubt the lion was very strong but he could not break the net. He went on roaring in rage. The mouse playing nearby heard the roar of the lion. It got frightened and got ready to run away at a safe distance. Suddenly one thing flashed into its mind. It remembered the promise it made to the lion. So the mouse instead of running away in fear went to the spot from where the roaring sound was coming. Seeing the mouse coming the lion said, "My dear little friend, see my condition. I am in a real trouble. Will you keep your promise and help me get rid of this trouble?" "Of course! That's why I am here. Don't worry. Let me have a try at the net." So saying the mouse first cut one rope of the net with its sharp teeth and then another and then another and finally succeeded in setting the lion free. The lion now free from danger became so happy and pleased with the mouse that he had the mouse on his back and left the place singing. Since then the mouse and the lion became the best friends and their friendship based on mutual trust and confidence lasted till time unknown.      The lion and the mouse or, Help may come even from the smallest of your friends   One day a lion was sleeping in its cave. A mouse was playing nearby. While playing it by chance it ran over the lion’s body. At this, the lion woke up and became very angry. With a terrible roar he caught the mouse and said, “you tiny creature, how dare you tease me? I will kill you. “The mouse began to tremble in fear and begged for its life. It also said. “Your majesty, I am a little creature but I can help others. Please let me go, sooner or later, I may help you. Besides, if you kill me, it will bring no fame to you.” Hearing this. The lion burst into laughter and said, “o you! Are you suitable to help me?” However, he set the mouse free and told me to do its own job. After sometime, the lion fell into a hunter’s trap. The lion tried his best to be free from the net but could not. He began to roar and said, “Save me please, save me please. “ Listening this, the mouse came swiftly and found the lion in a trap. The mouse said, “your Majesty, please don’t worry and keep quiet. I well-cut cut the net into pieces and thereby you will be able to come out. The mouse cut the net into pieces and the lion became free. Being free, the lion said, “You are small in size but worthy. You have saved my life and many thanks to you.” In fact, the strong or mighty someone is also dependent on the weak one. From then, the lion was kind hearted to the tiny creatures. From the story we learn that we should have fellow feelings among us and rich should show kindness to the poor.     Read the beginning of the following story. The  story is incomplete. Use your imagination and complete. You have to give a suitable title to it : Once there was a lion 'sleeping in a forest. Suddenly a mouse came there. It did not notice the sleeping lion. It was running about and playing  happily. By chance, it ran over the face of the lion. v It awoke the lion. At this, the lion grew......... Ans. A Small Creature Saves the Life of a Lion Once there was a lion sleeping in a forest. Suddenly a mouse came there. It did not notice the sleeping lion. It was running about and playing happily. By chance, it ran over the face of the lion. It awoke the lion. At this, the lion grew very angry. It roared with anger. The mouse got frightened and started trembling. The lion said, "How dare you disturb me, the small evil? I will kill you," The mouse fell in great danger. It begged its life to the lion. It also promised to help the lion in future if he needed. Hearing this, the lion laughed at him. He said, "How a small creature like you will help me?" He mocked (বিদ্রুপ করা) at the mouse and relieved (মুক্তি দেওয়া) him. After a few days, a hunter set a trap and the lion was caught in it. The lion tried his utmost to escape from it but failed. The mouse noticed the situation and decided to help the lion. It started to cut off the net with its sharp teeth. After sometimes, the lion was able to get out from the trap and thanked the mouse for saving his life. So, nobody should neglect anyone treating as a small creature   A Kind Lion and a Grateful Mouse   Once upon a time, in a vast jungle, there lived a mighty lion who was feared by all. One day, while the lion was taking a nap, a little mouse accidentally ran over his face while playing. As soon as the lion woke up, he caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse pleaded for mercy, explaining that it was merely an accident and begged the lion to spare its life. The mouse even went so far as to say that one day it might be able to repay the favor. The lion, however, was skeptical, believing that the mouse was merely making false promises to escape danger.   Despite the lion's skepticism, the mouse insisted that it knew the value of gratitude and would be forever grateful to the lion for sparing its life. The lion, impressed by the mouse's words, decided to spare its life and let it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy.   Days went by, and one day while wandering in the jungle, the lion became ensnared in a hunter's net. The lion roared and struggled to free itself, but to no avail. The little mouse, who happened to be playing nearby, heard the lion's cries for help and rushed to its side. The mouse remembered the lion's kindness and promised to help it.   The mouse then used its sharp teeth to nibble at the ropes of the net, one by one. The mouse worked tirelessly, cutting away at the ropes until the lion was free. The lion was overjoyed at the mouse's bravery and kindness and thanked it for saving its life.   The lion and the mouse's friendship grew from that day, based on mutual trust and respect. The two became inseparable, and their bond lasted for years to come. The story teaches us that true friendship knows no boundaries, and even the smallest creature can make a big difference in someone's life. Moral : The Lion and the Mouse Completing Story Bangla Meaning একবার, একটি বড় বনে একটি শক্তিশালী সিংহ ছিল। সে জঙ্গলের রাজা, আর সব পশুরা তাকে ভয় পেত। একদিন, সিংহটি পেট ভরে খেয়ে গুহায় ঘুমিয়ে পড়ল। নিকটবর্তী, একটি ছোট ইঁদুর খেলা করছিল। খেলতে খেলতে হঠাৎ ইঁদুরটি সিংহের নাকে চলে গেল, যা সিংহকে জাগিয়ে দিল। সিংহটি খুব রেগে গেল এবং ইঁদুরটিকে ধরে ফেলল। সিংহটি রেগে ভাবছিল, এই ছোট্ট ইঁদুর আমার ঘুম ভেঙেছে! ভীত ইঁদুরটি বলল, দয়া করে আমাকে মারবেন না। আমি খুব ছোট, কিন্তু আমি একদিন আপনাকে সাহায্য করব। সিংহটি হাসল, ভাবল কিভাবে একটি ছোট ইঁদুর তাকে সাহায্য করবে। কিন্তু সে ভালো মেজাজে ছিল, তাই ইঁদুরটিকে ছেড়ে দিল। কিছুদিন পর,  সিংহ  বিপদে পড়ল। কিছু শিকারী একটি ফাঁদ পেতেছিল, এবং সিংহটি শক্ত রশিতে আটকে পড়ে গেল। সে সাহায্যের জন্য গর্জন করতে লাগল। ছোট ইঁদুরটি সিংহের গর্জন শুনে দৌড়ে এল। ইঁদুরটি বলল, চিন্তা করবেন না, আমি আপনাকে সাহায্য করব। তারপর, ইঁদুরটি তার তীক্ষ্ণ দাঁত দিয়ে রশি কেটে ফেলতে শুরু করল। শিগগিরই, রশিগুলি ছিঁড়ে গেল, এবং সিংহটি মুক্ত হলো। সিংহটি ইঁদুরের দিকে তাকিয়ে বলল, আপনাকে ধন্যবাদ! আমি বুঝতে পেরেছি, এমনকি ছোট প্রাণীও বড়দের সাহায্য করতে পারে। সেই দিন থেকে, সিংহ এবং ইঁদুর বন্ধু হয়ে গেল। তারা শিখল যে, বড় বা ছোট হওয়ার কিছু নেই; সবাই একে অপরকে সাহায্য করতে পারে। আর তারা বনজুড়ে সুখে বাস করতে লাগল, সবসময় একে অপরকে সাহায্য করতে প্রস্তুত। Ad

Rearranging Sentences: Rearrange the following sentences to make a sequenced paragraph: a. He found a mad dog and injected some weak germs of its disease into blood. b. Other doctors began to study his work. c. Pasteur was a French scientist. d. One day a boy named Joseph Meister was brought to Pasteur. e. The dog was cured. f. The news of pasteur’s success spread all over the world. g. He had been bitten by a mad dog. h. He discovered that diseases are caused by germs and he alsp found for several of them. i. Pasteur gave him treated animals because he did not want to cause the death of any human being. j. At first he only treated animals, because he did not want to cause the death of any human being. Answer: c + h + j + a + e + d + g + i + f + b. Pasteur Rejumbled Sentences in Roman Numerals: I. Pasteur was a French scientist. IV. He discovered that many diseases are caused by germs and he also found cures for several of them. II. At first, he only treated animals, because he did not want to cause the death of any human being. VI. He found a mad dog and injected some weak germs of its disease into blood. V. One day a boy named Joseph Meister was brought to Pasteur. VII. Pasteur gave him some injections and the boy did not get the dog's disease. III. The news of Pasteur's success spread all over the world. VIII. Other doctors began to study his work. Correct Sequence: I → IV → II → VI → V → VII → III → VIII Story in Correct Sequence: Pasteur was a French scientist. He discovered that many diseases are caused by germs and he also found cures for several of them. At first, he only treated animals, because he did not want to cause the death of any human being. He found a mad dog and injected some weak germs of its disease into blood. One day a boy named Joseph Meister was brought to Pasteur. He had been bitten by a mad dog. Pasteur gave him some injections and the boy did not get the dog's disease. The news of Pasteur's success spread all over the world. Other doctors began to study his work. পাস্তুর ছিলেন একজন ফরাসি বিজ্ঞানী। তিনি আবিষ্কার করেছিলেন যে অনেক রোগ জীবাণু দ্বারা সৃষ্ট হয় এবং তিনি তাদের বেশ কয়েকটির নিরাময়ও খুঁজে পেয়েছিলেন। প্রথমে, তিনি শুধুমাত্র পশুদের চিকিত্সা করেছিলেন, কারণ তিনি কোনও মানুষের মৃত্যু ঘটাতে চাননি। তিনি একটি পাগলা কুকুরকে খুঁজে পেলেন এবং তার রোগের কিছু দুর্বল জীবাণু রক্তে ঢুকিয়ে দিলেন। একদিন জোসেফ মেইস্টার নামে এক ছেলেকে পাস্তুরের কাছে আনা হলো। তাকে একটি পাগলা কুকুর কামড়ায়। পাস্তুর তাকে কিছু ইনজেকশন দেন এবং ছেলেটি কুকুরের রোগ পায়নি। পাস্তুরের সাফল্যের খবর সারা বিশ্বে ছড়িয়ে পড়ে। অন্যান্য ডাক্তার তার কাজ অধ্যয়ন শুরু. Ad Completing Story: A Kind Lion and a Grateful Mouse: Once the lion was sleeping in a  (Story Writing)   The Lion and the Mouse   Once there was a lion in a forest. He was very tired and hence he was sleeping in a den. At that time a mouse was playing nearby. It was running to and fro without any anxiety. Soon another mouse came there. The first mouse said, “Look at me! I’m not afraid of this big lion!” It climbed on the lion’s body and  came to the loin’s mouth and sat on the nose. The lion woke up. It saw the mouse. It was very angry. The mouse became very afraid. It could not move. The lion caught it in his paw and was about to kill it.  . The other mouse ran away.    The lion said, “You bad little mouse! Why have you disturbed my sleep? I’ll eat you now.” The mouse begged for its life. It said, “Forgive me, sir. I’m very small. Don’t eat me. Please let me go. I’ll be your friend. What will you gain by killing me? Please pardon me and let me go. One day I may come to your use.” The lion laughed at the mouse. He said, “How can you help me? Look! How big and strong I am! I don’t need small friends like you!” The mouse cried, “ Please don’t kill me.”  The lion out of pity became quite. He had no more anger in his heart.  So he let the mouse go.   After some days three men came to the forest. They had guns and a net. They came to catch wild animals. They stopped under a tree. They tied the net with two branches of the tree and laid a trap with it. Then they left the place. The next day the lion was walking in the forest. He came under the tree. He stepped on the net. The net went up. The lion was inside the net. He could not get out .he became very angry. He roared and roared. He was helpless. The mouse heard the roar of the lion. It ran to the lion. The lion was in side the net. The mouse said, “Alas, my friend! You’re in danger! But I’ll get you out.” At first the mouse cut a very small part of the net with its sharp teeth. Then it cut more and more. The hole in the net became bigger. The lion jumped out of the net. He ran away with the mouse on his back. The lion stopped after sometime. He said, “Thank you, my little friend. Forgive me. I was wrong. I was proud. You’re my best friend.”       A Lion and a Mouse Once a little mouse, while playing, ran across a sleeping lion's face. The lion awake in anger, caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse begged for pardon. It said to the lion, "I am very sorry sir. I got a little off balance and ran across your face just by accident. Please spare my life. One day, perhaps I may be of use to you." The lion laughed and said, "Well, I feel like believing you, I don't know why. But I know one thing, when anyone is in danger he or she make false promises to get rid of the danger." The mouse became sad at heart and said, "No sir, I am not of that type. I know how to be grateful and how to repay debts. If I do not get any chance to be useful to you, I shall at least remain grateful to you for your kindness." The mighty beast seemed convinced. He pardoned the mouse and allowed it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy. One day after this the lion was strolling around as usual. Suddenly he was caught in a net set by some hunters. He roared loudly in rage, tried his best to get free but all his efforts ended in vain. No doubt the lion was very strong but he could not break the net. He went on roaring in rage. The mouse playing nearby heard the roar of the lion. It got frightened and got ready to run away at a safe distance. Suddenly one thing flashed into it$ mind. It remembered the promise it made to the lion. So the mouse instead of running away in fear went to the spot from where the roaring sound was coming. Seeing the mouse coming the lion said, "My dear little friend, see my condition. I am in a real trouble. Will you keep your promise and help me get rid of this trouble." "Of course! That's why I am here. Don't worry. Let me have a try at the net." So saying the mouse first cut one rope of the net with its sharp teeth and then another and then another and finally succeeded in setting the lion free. The lion now free from danger became so happy and pleased with the mouse that he had the mouse on his back and left the place singing. Since then the mouse and the lion became the best friends and their friendship based on mutual trust and confidence lasted till time unknown.       A Lion and a Mouse Once a little mouse, while playing, ran across a sleeping lion's face. The lion awake in anger, caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse begged for pardon. It said to the lion, "I am very sorry sir. I got a little off balance and ran across your face just by accident. Please spare my life. One day, perhaps I may be of use to you." The lion laughed and said, "Well, I feel like believing you, I don't know why. But I know one thing, when anyone is in danger he or she make false promises to get rid of the danger." The mouse became sad at heart and said, "No sir, I am not of that type. I know how to be grateful and how to repay debts. If I do not get any chance to be useful to you, I shall at least remain grateful to you for your kindness." The mighty beast seemed convinced. He pardoned the mouse and allowed it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy. One day after this the lion was strolling around as usual. Suddenly he was caught in a net set by some hunters. He roared loudly in rage, tried his best to get free but all his efforts ended in vain. No doubt the lion was very strong but he could not break the net. He went on roaring in rage. The mouse playing nearby heard the roar of the lion. It got frightened and got ready to run away at a safe distance. Suddenly one thing flashed into it$ mind. It remembered the promise it made to the lion. So the mouse instead of running away in fear went to the spot from where the roaring sound was coming. Seeing the mouse coming the lion said, "My dear little friend, see my condition. I am in a real trouble. Will you keep your promise and help me get rid of this trouble." "Of course! That's why I am here. Don't worry. Let me have a try at the net." So saying the mouse first cut one rope of the net with its sharp teeth and then another and then another and finally succeeded in setting the lion free. The lion now free from danger became so happy and pleased with the mouse that he had the mouse on his back and left the place singing. Since then the mouse and the lion became the best friends and their friendship based on mutual trust and confidence lasted till time unknown.       The Lion and the Mouse Completing Story Once upon a time, in a big forest, there lived a strong lion. He was the king of the jungle, and all the animal love and respected him. One sunny day, after eating a big meal, the lion lay down to take a nap in his cozy cave. Nearby, a tiny mouse was playing and having fun. While running around, the little mouse accidentally ran across the lion’s nose, waking him up. The lion was very angry and caught the mouse in his big paw. The lion was furious and could not believe that the little mouse had disturbed his sleep. The scared mouse begged for its life, saying that it was just a small creature, but it might help him one day. The lion laughed, thinking about how a tiny mouse could ever help a big lion like him. But the lion was in a good mood, so he decided to let the mouse go. A few days later, the lion got into trouble. Some hunters had set a trap, and he found himself stuck in strong ropes. The lion roared for help, and his loud voice echoed through the forest. The little mouse heard the lion’s roar and ran to find him. The mouse quickly got to work, chewing through the ropes with its sharp teeth. Soon, the ropes broke, and the lion was free. The lion looked at the mouse and felt grateful. He realized that he was wrong to think the mouse could not help him. Even the smallest animal can make a major difference. The lion and the mouse became close friends after that day. They learned that it doesn’t matter how big or small you are; everyone can help each other. And so, they lived happily in the forest, always ready to lend a hand to one another.        The Lion and the Mouse     Once there was a lion in a forest. He was very tired and hence he was sleeping in a den. At that time a mouse was playing nearby. It was running to and fro without any anxiety. Soon another mouse came there. The first mouse said, “Look at me! I’m not afraid of this big lion!” It climbed on the lion’s body and  came to the loin’s mouth and sat on the nose. The lion woke up. It saw the mouse. It was very angry. The mouse became very afraid. It could not move. The lion caught it in his paw and was about to kill it.  . The other mouse ran away.    The lion said, “You bad little mouse! Why have you disturbed my sleep? I’ll eat you now.” The mouse begged for its life. It said, “Forgive me, sir. I’m very small. Don’t eat me. Please let me go. I’ll be your friend. What will you gain by killing me? Please pardon me and let me go. One day I may come to your use.” The lion laughed at the mouse. He said, “How can you help me? Look! How big and strong I am! I don’t need small friends like you!” The mouse cried, “ Please don’t kill me.”  The lion out of pity became quite. He had no more anger in his heart.  So he let the mouse go.    After some days three men came to the forest. They had guns and a net. They came to catch wild animals. They stopped under a tree. They tied the net with two branches of the tree and laid a trap with it. Then they left the place. The next day the lion was walking in the forest. He came under the tree. He stepped on the net. The net went up. The lion was inside the net. He could not get out .he became very angry. He roared and roared. He was helpless. The mouse heard the roar of the lion. It ran to the lion. The lion was in side the net. The mouse said, “Alas, my friend! You’re in danger! But I’ll get you out.” At first the mouse cut a very small part of the net with its sharp teeth. Then it cut more and more. The hole in the net became bigger. The lion jumped out of the net. He ran away with the mouse on his back. The lion stopped after sometime. He said, “Thank you, my little friend. Forgive me. I was wrong. I was proud. You’re my best friend.”   A Kind Lion and a Grateful Mouse: Once the lion was sleeping in a    Once upon a time, in a vast jungle, there lived a mighty lion who was feared by all. One day, while the lion was taking a nap, a little mouse accidentally ran over his face while playing. As soon as the lion woke up, he caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse pleaded for mercy, explaining that it was merely an accident and begged the lion to spare its life. The mouse even went so far as to say that one day it might be able to repay the favor. The lion, however, was skeptical, believing that the mouse was merely making false promises to escape danger.   Despite the lion's skepticism, the mouse insisted that it knew the value of gratitude and would be forever grateful to the lion for sparing its life. The lion, impressed by the mouse's words, decided to spare its life and let it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy.   Days went by, and one day while wandering in the jungle, the lion became ensnared in a hunter's net. The lion roared and struggled to free itself, but to no avail. The little mouse, who happened to be playing nearby, heard the lion's cries for help and rushed to its side. The mouse remembered the lion's kindness and promised to help it.   The mouse then used its sharp teeth to nibble at the ropes of the net, one by one. The mouse worked tirelessly, cutting away at the ropes until the lion was free. The lion was overjoyed at the mouse's bravery and kindness and thanked it for saving its life.   The lion and the mouse's friendship grew from that day, based on mutual trust and respect. The two became inseparable, and their bond lasted for years to come. The story teaches us that true friendship knows no boundaries, and even the smallest creature can make a big difference in someone's life.     A Lion and a Mouse Once a little mouse, while playing, ran across a sleeping lion's face. The lion awake in anger, caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse begged for pardon. It said to the lion, "I am very sorry sir. I got a little off balance and ran across your face just by accident. Please spare my life. One day, perhaps I may be of use to you." The lion laughed and said, "Well, I feel like believing you, I don't know why. But I know one thing, when anyone is in danger he or she make false promises to get rid of the danger." The mouse became sad at heart and said, "No sir, I am not of that type. I-know how to be grateful and how to repay debts. If I do not get any chance to be useful to you, I shall at least remain grateful to you for your kindness." The mighty beast seemed convinced. He pardoned the mouse and allowed it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy. One day after this the lion was strolling around as usual. Suddenly he was caught in a net set by some hunters. He roared loudly in rage, tried his best to get free but all his efforts ended in vain. No doubt the lion was very strong but he could not break the net. He went on roaring in rage. The mouse playing nearby heard the roar of the lion. It got frightened and got ready to run away at a safe distance. Suddenly one thing flashed into its mind. It remembered the promise it made to the lion. So the mouse instead of running away in fear went to the spot from where the roaring sound was coming. Seeing the mouse coming the lion said, "My dear little friend, see my condition. I am in a real trouble. Will you keep your promise and help me get rid of this trouble?" "Of course! That's why I am here. Don't worry. Let me have a try at the net." So saying the mouse first cut one rope of the net with its sharp teeth and then another and then another and finally succeeded in setting the lion free. The lion now free from danger became so happy and pleased with the mouse that he had the mouse on his back and left the place singing. Since then the mouse and the lion became the best friends and their friendship based on mutual trust and confidence lasted till time unknown.      The lion and the mouse or, Help may come even from the smallest of your friends   One day a lion was sleeping in its cave. A mouse was playing nearby. While playing it by chance it ran over the lion’s body. At this, the lion woke up and became very angry. With a terrible roar he caught the mouse and said, “you tiny creature, how dare you tease me? I will kill you. “The mouse began to tremble in fear and begged for its life. It also said. “Your majesty, I am a little creature but I can help others. Please let me go, sooner or later, I may help you. Besides, if you kill me, it will bring no fame to you.” Hearing this. The lion burst into laughter and said, “o you! Are you suitable to help me?” However, he set the mouse free and told me to do its own job. After sometime, the lion fell into a hunter’s trap. The lion tried his best to be free from the net but could not. He began to roar and said, “Save me please, save me please. “ Listening this, the mouse came swiftly and found the lion in a trap. The mouse said, “your Majesty, please don’t worry and keep quiet. I well-cut cut the net into pieces and thereby you will be able to come out. The mouse cut the net into pieces and the lion became free. Being free, the lion said, “You are small in size but worthy. You have saved my life and many thanks to you.” In fact, the strong or mighty someone is also dependent on the weak one. From then, the lion was kind hearted to the tiny creatures. From the story we learn that we should have fellow feelings among us and rich should show kindness to the poor.     Read the beginning of the following story. The  story is incomplete. Use your imagination and complete. You have to give a suitable title to it : Once there was a lion 'sleeping in a forest. Suddenly a mouse came there. It did not notice the sleeping lion. It was running about and playing  happily. By chance, it ran over the face of the lion. v It awoke the lion. At this, the lion grew......... Ans. A Small Creature Saves the Life of a Lion Once there was a lion sleeping in a forest. Suddenly a mouse came there. It did not notice the sleeping lion. It was running about and playing happily. By chance, it ran over the face of the lion. It awoke the lion. At this, the lion grew very angry. It roared with anger. The mouse got frightened and started trembling. The lion said, "How dare you disturb me, the small evil? I will kill you," The mouse fell in great danger. It begged its life to the lion. It also promised to help the lion in future if he needed. Hearing this, the lion laughed at him. He said, "How a small creature like you will help me?" He mocked (বিদ্রুপ করা) at the mouse and relieved (মুক্তি দেওয়া) him. After a few days, a hunter set a trap and the lion was caught in it. The lion tried his utmost to escape from it but failed. The mouse noticed the situation and decided to help the lion. It started to cut off the net with its sharp teeth. After sometimes, the lion was able to get out from the trap and thanked the mouse for saving his life. So, nobody should neglect anyone treating as a small creature   A Kind Lion and a Grateful Mouse   Once upon a time, in a vast jungle, there lived a mighty lion who was feared by all. One day, while the lion was taking a nap, a little mouse accidentally ran over his face while playing. As soon as the lion woke up, he caught the mouse and was about to kill it. The mouse pleaded for mercy, explaining that it was merely an accident and begged the lion to spare its life. The mouse even went so far as to say that one day it might be able to repay the favor. The lion, however, was skeptical, believing that the mouse was merely making false promises to escape danger.   Despite the lion's skepticism, the mouse insisted that it knew the value of gratitude and would be forever grateful to the lion for sparing its life. The lion, impressed by the mouse's words, decided to spare its life and let it go. The mouse thanked the lion and ran away in joy.   Days went by, and one day while wandering in the jungle, the lion became ensnared in a hunter's net. The lion roared and struggled to free itself, but to no avail. The little mouse, who happened to be playing nearby, heard the lion's cries for help and rushed to its side. The mouse remembered the lion's kindness and promised to help it.   The mouse then used its sharp teeth to nibble at the ropes of the net, one by one. The mouse worked tirelessly, cutting away at the ropes until the lion was free. The lion was overjoyed at the mouse's bravery and kindness and thanked it for saving its life.   The lion and the mouse's friendship grew from that day, based on mutual trust and respect. The two became inseparable, and their bond lasted for years to come. The story teaches us that true friendship knows no boundaries, and even the smallest creature can make a big difference in someone's life. Moral : The Lion and the Mouse Completing Story Bangla Meaning একবার, একটি বড় বনে একটি শক্তিশালী সিংহ ছিল। সে জঙ্গলের রাজা, আর সব পশুরা তাকে ভয় পেত। একদিন, সিংহটি পেট ভরে খেয়ে গুহায় ঘুমিয়ে পড়ল। নিকটবর্তী, একটি ছোট ইঁদুর খেলা করছিল। খেলতে খেলতে হঠাৎ ইঁদুরটি সিংহের নাকে চলে গেল, যা সিংহকে জাগিয়ে দিল। সিংহটি খুব রেগে গেল এবং ইঁদুরটিকে ধরে ফেলল। সিংহটি রেগে ভাবছিল, এই ছোট্ট ইঁদুর আমার ঘুম ভেঙেছে! ভীত ইঁদুরটি বলল, দয়া করে আমাকে মারবেন না। আমি খুব ছোট, কিন্তু আমি একদিন আপনাকে সাহায্য করব। সিংহটি হাসল, ভাবল কিভাবে একটি ছোট ইঁদুর তাকে সাহায্য করবে। কিন্তু সে ভালো মেজাজে ছিল, তাই ইঁদুরটিকে ছেড়ে দিল। কিছুদিন পর,  সিংহ  বিপদে পড়ল। কিছু শিকারী একটি ফাঁদ পেতেছিল, এবং সিংহটি শক্ত রশিতে আটকে পড়ে গেল। সে সাহায্যের জন্য গর্জন করতে লাগল। ছোট ইঁদুরটি সিংহের গর্জন শুনে দৌড়ে এল। ইঁদুরটি বলল, চিন্তা করবেন না, আমি আপনাকে সাহায্য করব। তারপর, ইঁদুরটি তার তীক্ষ্ণ দাঁত দিয়ে রশি কেটে ফেলতে শুরু করল। শিগগিরই, রশিগুলি ছিঁড়ে গেল, এবং সিংহটি মুক্ত হলো। সিংহটি ইঁদুরের দিকে তাকিয়ে বলল, আপনাকে ধন্যবাদ! আমি বুঝতে পেরেছি, এমনকি ছোট প্রাণীও বড়দের সাহায্য করতে পারে। সেই দিন থেকে, সিংহ এবং ইঁদুর বন্ধু হয়ে গেল। তারা শিখল যে, বড় বা ছোট হওয়ার কিছু নেই; সবাই একে অপরকে সাহায্য করতে পারে। আর তারা বনজুড়ে সুখে বাস করতে লাগল, সবসময় একে অপরকে সাহায্য করতে প্রস্তুত। Ad