How does the following line from Leo Tolstoy’s The Death of Ivan Ilyich contribute to the plot at the end of the novella?
"Death is finished, he said to himself. It is no more!"
A) It shows that Ivan finally loses the battle of life, and it represents a tragic ending of the story.
B) It shows that Ivan continues to fight for his life and gives the plot an open ending.
C) It shows that Ivan has finally accepted the end of his life, and it brings finality to the plot.
D) It shows that Ivan evades death at the end because his illness has been healed.
Answer:
B) It shows that Ivan continues to fight for his life and gives the plot an open ending.
Explanation:
<u>The Death of Ivan Ilyich</u> by Leo Tolstoy is a literary work that talks about the confrontation of death and seeing the meaning of life through death.
Ivan the protagonist begins to question whether he has indeed lived a good life. <u>He makes a clear distinction between the false middle class lifestyle he lived and which hides the true meaning of life and makes one fear death.</u>
The line from the book "Death is finished, he said to himself. It is no more!" gives the plot an open ending because it shows that he keeps fighting for his life.
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The answer would be the D) Icicles with Long points hung from the roof.
The sentence that has a prepositional phrase that modifies a noun would be this: Icicles with long points hung from the roof. The prepositional phrase in this sentence is "with long points" and it modifies the noun "icicles".
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