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Hello. You did not enter the text to which this question refers, which makes it impossible for it to be answered accurately. However, I will try to help you in the best possible way.
It is only possible to know the details and example that the author used, with the reading of the text. However, according to the knowledge we have about Cleopatra, we can infer that the author may have shown that because she was a woman, Cleopatra's leadership was often questioned and devalued and therefore, she needed support from men for the policies created by her were efficiently established. However, while these men helped her, they also wanted to take her power, making them unreliable.
I believe the correct answer is: "Beyond a bare,
weather-worn wall, about a hundred paces from the spot where the two friends
sat looking and listening as they drank their wine, was the village of the
Catalans."
In this excerpt from the novel “The Count Monte Cristo”, written by
Alexander Dumas, the quotation that best contributes to the setting of the
narrative is:
"Beyond a bare, weather-worn wall, about a hundred
paces from the spot where the two friends sat looking and listening as they
drank their wine, was the village of the Catalans."
The setting of the narrative represents the place where
narrative is being unfolded – its surroundings, position. This quotation is the
best contribution to the setting as it describes the place where the story
begins (beyond a bare, weather-worn wall, hundred paces from the spot… the village
of the Catalans).
Answer:
July 13, 1942
Dear Diary,
Today I went into hiding. I lived in Germany until 1937 before moving to Amsterdam to escape persecution by the Nazi party. My name is Peter Van Daan. The first day of fighting could not be worse. Everyone is asking every question that come from their minds. Just let me get unpacked, people. I go to my room and like I thought, it was going to have something I did not like. It was a ladder.
yours,
Peter
August 15, 1942
Dear Diary,
I’m just now getting settled in. Yesterday it was hard to get unpacked when everyone is asking you questions. I brought pants, shirts, toothbrush, shoes, some hats, it sounds boring huh. I don't even have word finds. It's time for breakfast. I take a nap. Now it's late in the afternoon and all I am doing is reading. Before I know it it's almost dinner time. I smell beans. I wonder if the beans that are on my plate are the ones we picked up. I think we might be having a bean salad.
Disgustingly Yours,
peter
December 29, 1942
Dear Diary
I hope today we aren't having anything to do with beans because I got to tell you they do not taste good. This morning I wake up to a smell like old fish. I think it smells like this because we are basically living in a secret annex. To my knowledge no one has touched this place for years. I wish we could open a window. Last night was rough. The bed I am sleeping is hard as a rock. I know that today is not going to be a good day.
Boringly Yours,
Peter
March 18,1943
Dear Diary
Last night I woke up to the sound of gunshots. I don’t think it was just in my head because they were loud. When I wake up every morning I am always face to face with a ladder. This morning for breakfast we are having a baked potato. After i'm done eating breakfast I go to my room and read a book. After a couple of minutes i’m bored. I guess it's time for a nap.
Stinkingly yours,
Peter
August 4, 1944
Dear Diary
This morning when I woke up there was no breakfast. I snuck a bowl of oatmeal. Then I went back to sleep. I woke a couple hours later sweating like a dog. I must have had a nightmare. At lunch I had a tuna sandwich. I read a couple hours and then took a nap. I went to my room to write. Then I heard footsteps and other voices. I think I need………….
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