2022 Y6 ENGLISH W11 ADDITIONAL PRACTICE

You are going to read an article about Sudoku. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   Maki Kaji, a Japanese man recognized as the “Father of Sudoku,” passed over of cancer at the age of 69. Mr. Kaji was a puzzle enthusiast who helped Sudoku grow from a basic number test to a game enjoyed all over the world. Mr. Kaji was born in Sapporo, Japan, in 1951. Despite having completed high school, he dropped out of college. (1) _________________. Nikoli is the name of their magazine. Mr. Kaji’s firm has grown in popularity over the years. It makes puzzles and books available to individuals all over the world. (2) _________________. Sudoku is a nine-row, nine-column number puzzle. All of the digits 1 through 9 must be present in each row and column. The same principle applies to each of the smaller 9-square boxes that comprise the bigger puzzle. (3) ___________________. Mr. Kaji discovered the game in 1984, however it was dubbed “Number Place” at the time. Mr. Kaji liked the problem, but not its name. He wanted to give it a Japanese name. (4) ___________________. While rushing to get to a horse race, he came up with the name in “approximately 25 seconds.” Mr. Kaji wanted to explore whether other publishers were interested in Sudoku once he began publishing it in his magazine Nikoli. He contacted New York and London publishers whether they wanted to run Sudoku puzzles in their magazines as well. (5) ____________________. It took around five years for Sudoku to appear in other publications. However, after other publishers began producing Sudoku, the puzzle swiftly spread from nation to country. Sudoku quickly grew in popularity. By 2004, it had become one of the most popular puzzle games in the world. (6) ____________________. According to Nikoli, the puzzle has been completed by around 200 million people from over 100 countries. Every year, people participate in a Sudoku world championship. Sudoku is not only popular; it is also extremely profitable, bringing in millions upon millions of dollars. (7) ____________________. He said it didn’t concern him because he pushed the puzzle for enjoyment rather than profit.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[1] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about Sudoku. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   Maki Kaji, a Japanese man recognized as the “Father of Sudoku,” passed over of cancer at the age of 69. Mr. Kaji was a puzzle enthusiast who helped Sudoku grow from a basic number test to a game enjoyed all over the world. Mr. Kaji was born in Sapporo, Japan, in 1951. Despite having completed high school, he dropped out of college. (1) _________________. Nikoli is the name of their magazine. Mr. Kaji’s firm has grown in popularity over the years. It makes puzzles and books available to individuals all over the world. (2) _________________. Sudoku is a nine-row, nine-column number puzzle. All of the digits 1 through 9 must be present in each row and column. The same principle applies to each of the smaller 9-square boxes that comprise the bigger puzzle. (3) ___________________. Mr. Kaji discovered the game in 1984, however it was dubbed “Number Place” at the time. Mr. Kaji liked the problem, but not its name. He wanted to give it a Japanese name. (4) ___________________. While rushing to get to a horse race, he came up with the name in “approximately 25 seconds.” Mr. Kaji wanted to explore whether other publishers were interested in Sudoku once he began publishing it in his magazine Nikoli. He contacted New York and London publishers whether they wanted to run Sudoku puzzles in their magazines as well. (5) ____________________. It took around five years for Sudoku to appear in other publications. However, after other publishers began producing Sudoku, the puzzle swiftly spread from nation to country. Sudoku quickly grew in popularity. By 2004, it had become one of the most popular puzzle games in the world. (6) ____________________. According to Nikoli, the puzzle has been completed by around 200 million people from over 100 countries. Every year, people participate in a Sudoku world championship. Sudoku is not only popular; it is also extremely profitable, bringing in millions upon millions of dollars. (7) ____________________. He said it didn’t concern him because he pushed the puzzle for enjoyment rather than profit.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___ [2] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about Sudoku. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   Maki Kaji, a Japanese man recognized as the “Father of Sudoku,” passed over of cancer at the age of 69. Mr. Kaji was a puzzle enthusiast who helped Sudoku grow from a basic number test to a game enjoyed all over the world. Mr. Kaji was born in Sapporo, Japan, in 1951. Despite having completed high school, he dropped out of college. (1) _________________. Nikoli is the name of their magazine. Mr. Kaji’s firm has grown in popularity over the years. It makes puzzles and books available to individuals all over the world. (2) _________________. Sudoku is a nine-row, nine-column number puzzle. All of the digits 1 through 9 must be present in each row and column. The same principle applies to each of the smaller 9-square boxes that comprise the bigger puzzle. (3) ___________________. Mr. Kaji discovered the game in 1984, however it was dubbed “Number Place” at the time. Mr. Kaji liked the problem, but not its name. He wanted to give it a Japanese name. (4) ___________________. While rushing to get to a horse race, he came up with the name in “approximately 25 seconds.” Mr. Kaji wanted to explore whether other publishers were interested in Sudoku once he began publishing it in his magazine Nikoli. He contacted New York and London publishers whether they wanted to run Sudoku puzzles in their magazines as well. (5) ____________________. It took around five years for Sudoku to appear in other publications. However, after other publishers began producing Sudoku, the puzzle swiftly spread from nation to country. Sudoku quickly grew in popularity. By 2004, it had become one of the most popular puzzle games in the world. (6) ____________________. According to Nikoli, the puzzle has been completed by around 200 million people from over 100 countries. Every year, people participate in a Sudoku world championship. Sudoku is not only popular; it is also extremely profitable, bringing in millions upon millions of dollars. (7) ____________________. He said it didn’t concern him because he pushed the puzzle for enjoyment rather than profit.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[3] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about Sudoku. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   Maki Kaji, a Japanese man recognized as the “Father of Sudoku,” passed over of cancer at the age of 69. Mr. Kaji was a puzzle enthusiast who helped Sudoku grow from a basic number test to a game enjoyed all over the world. Mr. Kaji was born in Sapporo, Japan, in 1951. Despite having completed high school, he dropped out of college. (1) _________________. Nikoli is the name of their magazine. Mr. Kaji’s firm has grown in popularity over the years. It makes puzzles and books available to individuals all over the world. (2) _________________. Sudoku is a nine-row, nine-column number puzzle. All of the digits 1 through 9 must be present in each row and column. The same principle applies to each of the smaller 9-square boxes that comprise the bigger puzzle. (3) ___________________. Mr. Kaji discovered the game in 1984, however it was dubbed “Number Place” at the time. Mr. Kaji liked the problem, but not its name. He wanted to give it a Japanese name. (4) ___________________. While rushing to get to a horse race, he came up with the name in “approximately 25 seconds.” Mr. Kaji wanted to explore whether other publishers were interested in Sudoku once he began publishing it in his magazine Nikoli. He contacted New York and London publishers whether they wanted to run Sudoku puzzles in their magazines as well. (5) ____________________. It took around five years for Sudoku to appear in other publications. However, after other publishers began producing Sudoku, the puzzle swiftly spread from nation to country. Sudoku quickly grew in popularity. By 2004, it had become one of the most popular puzzle games in the world. (6) ____________________. According to Nikoli, the puzzle has been completed by around 200 million people from over 100 countries. Every year, people participate in a Sudoku world championship. Sudoku is not only popular; it is also extremely profitable, bringing in millions upon millions of dollars. (7) ____________________. He said it didn’t concern him because he pushed the puzzle for enjoyment rather than profit.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[4] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about Sudoku. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   Maki Kaji, a Japanese man recognized as the “Father of Sudoku,” passed over of cancer at the age of 69. Mr. Kaji was a puzzle enthusiast who helped Sudoku grow from a basic number test to a game enjoyed all over the world. Mr. Kaji was born in Sapporo, Japan, in 1951. Despite having completed high school, he dropped out of college. (1) _________________. Nikoli is the name of their magazine. Mr. Kaji’s firm has grown in popularity over the years. It makes puzzles and books available to individuals all over the world. (2) _________________. Sudoku is a nine-row, nine-column number puzzle. All of the digits 1 through 9 must be present in each row and column. The same principle applies to each of the smaller 9-square boxes that comprise the bigger puzzle. (3) ___________________. Mr. Kaji discovered the game in 1984, however it was dubbed “Number Place” at the time. Mr. Kaji liked the problem, but not its name. He wanted to give it a Japanese name. (4) ___________________. While rushing to get to a horse race, he came up with the name in “approximately 25 seconds.” Mr. Kaji wanted to explore whether other publishers were interested in Sudoku once he began publishing it in his magazine Nikoli. He contacted New York and London publishers whether they wanted to run Sudoku puzzles in their magazines as well. (5) ____________________. It took around five years for Sudoku to appear in other publications. However, after other publishers began producing Sudoku, the puzzle swiftly spread from nation to country. Sudoku quickly grew in popularity. By 2004, it had become one of the most popular puzzle games in the world. (6) ____________________. According to Nikoli, the puzzle has been completed by around 200 million people from over 100 countries. Every year, people participate in a Sudoku world championship. Sudoku is not only popular; it is also extremely profitable, bringing in millions upon millions of dollars. (7) ____________________. He said it didn’t concern him because he pushed the puzzle for enjoyment rather than profit.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[5] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about Sudoku. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   Maki Kaji, a Japanese man recognized as the “Father of Sudoku,” passed over of cancer at the age of 69. Mr. Kaji was a puzzle enthusiast who helped Sudoku grow from a basic number test to a game enjoyed all over the world. Mr. Kaji was born in Sapporo, Japan, in 1951. Despite having completed high school, he dropped out of college. (1) _________________. Nikoli is the name of their magazine. Mr. Kaji’s firm has grown in popularity over the years. It makes puzzles and books available to individuals all over the world. (2) _________________. Sudoku is a nine-row, nine-column number puzzle. All of the digits 1 through 9 must be present in each row and column. The same principle applies to each of the smaller 9-square boxes that comprise the bigger puzzle. (3) ___________________. Mr. Kaji discovered the game in 1984, however it was dubbed “Number Place” at the time. Mr. Kaji liked the problem, but not its name. He wanted to give it a Japanese name. (4) ___________________. While rushing to get to a horse race, he came up with the name in “approximately 25 seconds.” Mr. Kaji wanted to explore whether other publishers were interested in Sudoku once he began publishing it in his magazine Nikoli. He contacted New York and London publishers whether they wanted to run Sudoku puzzles in their magazines as well. (5) ____________________. It took around five years for Sudoku to appear in other publications. However, after other publishers began producing Sudoku, the puzzle swiftly spread from nation to country. Sudoku quickly grew in popularity. By 2004, it had become one of the most popular puzzle games in the world. (6) ____________________. According to Nikoli, the puzzle has been completed by around 200 million people from over 100 countries. Every year, people participate in a Sudoku world championship. Sudoku is not only popular; it is also extremely profitable, bringing in millions upon millions of dollars. (7) ____________________. He said it didn’t concern him because he pushed the puzzle for enjoyment rather than profit.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[6] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about Sudoku. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   Maki Kaji, a Japanese man recognized as the “Father of Sudoku,” passed over of cancer at the age of 69. Mr. Kaji was a puzzle enthusiast who helped Sudoku grow from a basic number test to a game enjoyed all over the world. Mr. Kaji was born in Sapporo, Japan, in 1951. Despite having completed high school, he dropped out of college. (1) _________________. Nikoli is the name of their magazine. Mr. Kaji’s firm has grown in popularity over the years. It makes puzzles and books available to individuals all over the world. (2) _________________. Sudoku is a nine-row, nine-column number puzzle. All of the digits 1 through 9 must be present in each row and column. The same principle applies to each of the smaller 9-square boxes that comprise the bigger puzzle. (3) ___________________. Mr. Kaji discovered the game in 1984, however it was dubbed “Number Place” at the time. Mr. Kaji liked the problem, but not its name. He wanted to give it a Japanese name. (4) ___________________. While rushing to get to a horse race, he came up with the name in “approximately 25 seconds.” Mr. Kaji wanted to explore whether other publishers were interested in Sudoku once he began publishing it in his magazine Nikoli. He contacted New York and London publishers whether they wanted to run Sudoku puzzles in their magazines as well. (5) ____________________. It took around five years for Sudoku to appear in other publications. However, after other publishers began producing Sudoku, the puzzle swiftly spread from nation to country. Sudoku quickly grew in popularity. By 2004, it had become one of the most popular puzzle games in the world. (6) ____________________. According to Nikoli, the puzzle has been completed by around 200 million people from over 100 countries. Every year, people participate in a Sudoku world championship. Sudoku is not only popular; it is also extremely profitable, bringing in millions upon millions of dollars. (7) ____________________. He said it didn’t concern him because he pushed the puzzle for enjoyment rather than profit.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[7] ___ ?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: I’m Steve Lok’s horse. I’ve spent my entire life beneath his saddle—with him in it, too, and he’s good for two hundred pounds without his clothing, and there’s no knowing how much he weighs when he’s on the warpath with his batteries belted on. He is over six feet tall, is young, hasn’t an ounce of wasted flesh, is straight, graceful, springy in his motions, quick as a cat, and has a handsome face, and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is, and nobody is stronger than he is, except me. Yes, anybody who doubts him should see him in his beaded buck-skins, on my back, with his rifle peeping above his shoulder, tracking a hostile trail, with me flying like the wind and his hair streaming out behind him from the protection of his broad slouch. Yes, he is a sight to behold—and I am a part of it. Out of the dozens of horses he has, I am his favorite. I’ve carried him eighty-one miles on the scout between dusk and morning, and I’m fine for fifty all the time, day in and day out. I’m not enormous, but I’m made for business. I’ve taken him thousands of miles on scout duty for the army, and there isn’t a canyon, pass, valley, fort, trading station, or Steve-range in the entire sweep of the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains that we don’t know as well as the bugle-calls. He is the Army of the Frontier’s Chief of Scouts, which makes us quite significant. To be deserving of a post in the military, one must come from a decent family and have a considerably higher education than the average. Everyone claims I’m the best-educated horse outside of the hippodrome, as well as the best-mannered. It’s not for me to say; humility, I believe, is the best policy. Steve Lok taught me the majority of what I know, my mother taught me a lot, and the rest I taught myself. Put a row of moccasins in front of me—Pawnee, Sioux, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and as many more tribes as you want—and I can tell you which tribe each moccasin belongs to just by looking at it. I’d name it in horse-speak, but I could say it in American if I had speech.   EXTRACT B: “Gobble, gobble, gobble!” said the girl in the lane who couldn’t talk well. The man on the hill, who couldn’t stop moving, I hobbled, hobbled, hobbled! “Goodness me!” shouted Sasha the cat, Aryan, as he climbed onto the bicycle that Inn had loaned him, “I can’t understand a word the girl says. “When I inquired whether she had seen my Good Gray Horse, she replied, ‘Gobble, gobble, gobble!’” And then tiny Sasha sighed deeply, it’s bad luck to have your horse stolen when you’re sleeping at a new inn, but it’s a stroke of luck to have the innkeeper loan you his bicycle. After a period and several miles, the road began to wind up a hill, so Sasha got off and pushed his wheel ahead till he encountered a small elderly guy. He limped along while holding a stick in both hands. “Did you see a runaway horse?” Sasha inquired. “I did, my dear Sir Cat,” the hobble-hobble man said. “He only passed by a few minutes ago. On his back were fairies. I believed I was dreaming at first, until I remembered seeing a swarm of fairies, if you will, from yonder woodland in the hot chase of a daring thief who had waylaid a journey once before in my life.” “Thank you,” Sasha said. “I have to catch up with them since the horse is mine and this bicycle is a lousy replacement.” “Yes, I should suppose so,” the hobble-hobble guy said. “But how are you going to apprehend him? Those naughty forest fairies will require you to cycle quickly and furiously in order to overcome them.” “Never fear,” Sasha said firmly. “I have a nice set of legs.” And, leaping onto his bicycle, he raced up the hill. When he got to the top, he was overjoyed to see his Good Gray Horse riding down the road to the valley. “This is where I overtake them,” Sasha said as he stepped onto the coasters. “My bicycle can travel quicker downhill than a horse. I’ll be back on my loyal horse in a few seconds.” As he sped down the steep slope, dust sprayed out in a cloud behind him. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling! rang his bell as he got closer and closer. The fairies called out, “Gid-ap!” but the Good Gray Horse was fatigued. He’d covered a lot of ground at a breakneck pace. “Whoa!” said Sasha. The fairies exclaimed, “Gid-ap!” Sasha, on the other hand, was now very near to them. He executed a fantastic jump while standing on the bicycle seat and landed neatly on the saddle of his Good Gray Horse. The fairies flew away with a shriek of dismay.   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question Which of the following statements was mentioned in the first paragraph of Extract A?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: I’m Steve Lok’s horse. I’ve spent my entire life beneath his saddle—with him in it, too, and he’s good for two hundred pounds without his clothing, and there’s no knowing how much he weighs when he’s on the warpath with his batteries belted on. He is over six feet tall, is young, hasn’t an ounce of wasted flesh, is straight, graceful, springy in his motions, quick as a cat, and has a handsome face, and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is, and nobody is stronger than he is, except me. Yes, anybody who doubts him should see him in his beaded buck-skins, on my back, with his rifle peeping above his shoulder, tracking a hostile trail, with me flying like the wind and his hair streaming out behind him from the protection of his broad slouch. Yes, he is a sight to behold—and I am a part of it. Out of the dozens of horses he has, I am his favorite. I’ve carried him eighty-one miles on the scout between dusk and morning, and I’m fine for fifty all the time, day in and day out. I’m not enormous, but I’m made for business. I’ve taken him thousands of miles on scout duty for the army, and there isn’t a canyon, pass, valley, fort, trading station, or Steve-range in the entire sweep of the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains that we don’t know as well as the bugle-calls. He is the Army of the Frontier’s Chief of Scouts, which makes us quite significant. To be deserving of a post in the military, one must come from a decent family and have a considerably higher education than the average. Everyone claims I’m the best-educated horse outside of the hippodrome, as well as the best-mannered. It’s not for me to say; humility, I believe, is the best policy. Steve Lok taught me the majority of what I know, my mother taught me a lot, and the rest I taught myself. Put a row of moccasins in front of me—Pawnee, Sioux, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and as many more tribes as you want—and I can tell you which tribe each moccasin belongs to just by looking at it. I’d name it in horse-speak, but I could say it in American if I had speech.   EXTRACT B: “Gobble, gobble, gobble!” said the girl in the lane who couldn’t talk well. The man on the hill, who couldn’t stop moving, I hobbled, hobbled, hobbled! “Goodness me!” shouted Sasha the cat, Aryan, as he climbed onto the bicycle that Inn had loaned him, “I can’t understand a word the girl says. “When I inquired whether she had seen my Good Gray Horse, she replied, ‘Gobble, gobble, gobble!’” And then tiny Sasha sighed deeply, it’s bad luck to have your horse stolen when you’re sleeping at a new inn, but it’s a stroke of luck to have the innkeeper loan you his bicycle. After a period and several miles, the road began to wind up a hill, so Sasha got off and pushed his wheel ahead till he encountered a small elderly guy. He limped along while holding a stick in both hands. “Did you see a runaway horse?” Sasha inquired. “I did, my dear Sir Cat,” the hobble-hobble man said. “He only passed by a few minutes ago. On his back were fairies. I believed I was dreaming at first, until I remembered seeing a swarm of fairies, if you will, from yonder woodland in the hot chase of a daring thief who had waylaid a journey once before in my life.” “Thank you,” Sasha said. “I have to catch up with them since the horse is mine and this bicycle is a lousy replacement.” “Yes, I should suppose so,” the hobble-hobble guy said. “But how are you going to apprehend him? Those naughty forest fairies will require you to cycle quickly and furiously in order to overcome them.” “Never fear,” Sasha said firmly. “I have a nice set of legs.” And, leaping onto his bicycle, he raced up the hill. When he got to the top, he was overjoyed to see his Good Gray Horse riding down the road to the valley. “This is where I overtake them,” Sasha said as he stepped onto the coasters. “My bicycle can travel quicker downhill than a horse. I’ll be back on my loyal horse in a few seconds.” As he sped down the steep slope, dust sprayed out in a cloud behind him. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling! rang his bell as he got closer and closer. The fairies called out, “Gid-ap!” but the Good Gray Horse was fatigued. He’d covered a lot of ground at a breakneck pace. “Whoa!” said Sasha. The fairies exclaimed, “Gid-ap!” Sasha, on the other hand, was now very near to them. He executed a fantastic jump while standing on the bicycle seat and landed neatly on the saddle of his Good Gray Horse. The fairies flew away with a shriek of dismay.   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question What was the good thing that Sasha got behind his mischance of losing his horse?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: I’m Steve Lok’s horse. I’ve spent my entire life beneath his saddle—with him in it, too, and he’s good for two hundred pounds without his clothing, and there’s no knowing how much he weighs when he’s on the warpath with his batteries belted on. He is over six feet tall, is young, hasn’t an ounce of wasted flesh, is straight, graceful, springy in his motions, quick as a cat, and has a handsome face, and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is, and nobody is stronger than he is, except me. Yes, anybody who doubts him should see him in his beaded buck-skins, on my back, with his rifle peeping above his shoulder, tracking a hostile trail, with me flying like the wind and his hair streaming out behind him from the protection of his broad slouch. Yes, he is a sight to behold—and I am a part of it. Out of the dozens of horses he has, I am his favorite. I’ve carried him eighty-one miles on the scout between dusk and morning, and I’m fine for fifty all the time, day in and day out. I’m not enormous, but I’m made for business. I’ve taken him thousands of miles on scout duty for the army, and there isn’t a canyon, pass, valley, fort, trading station, or Steve-range in the entire sweep of the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains that we don’t know as well as the bugle-calls. He is the Army of the Frontier’s Chief of Scouts, which makes us quite significant. To be deserving of a post in the military, one must come from a decent family and have a considerably higher education than the average. Everyone claims I’m the best-educated horse outside of the hippodrome, as well as the best-mannered. It’s not for me to say; humility, I believe, is the best policy. Steve Lok taught me the majority of what I know, my mother taught me a lot, and the rest I taught myself. Put a row of moccasins in front of me—Pawnee, Sioux, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and as many more tribes as you want—and I can tell you which tribe each moccasin belongs to just by looking at it. I’d name it in horse-speak, but I could say it in American if I had speech.   EXTRACT B: “Gobble, gobble, gobble!” said the girl in the lane who couldn’t talk well. The man on the hill, who couldn’t stop moving, I hobbled, hobbled, hobbled! “Goodness me!” shouted Sasha the cat, Aryan, as he climbed onto the bicycle that Inn had loaned him, “I can’t understand a word the girl says. “When I inquired whether she had seen my Good Gray Horse, she replied, ‘Gobble, gobble, gobble!’” And then tiny Sasha sighed deeply, it’s bad luck to have your horse stolen when you’re sleeping at a new inn, but it’s a stroke of luck to have the innkeeper loan you his bicycle. After a period and several miles, the road began to wind up a hill, so Sasha got off and pushed his wheel ahead till he encountered a small elderly guy. He limped along while holding a stick in both hands. “Did you see a runaway horse?” Sasha inquired. “I did, my dear Sir Cat,” the hobble-hobble man said. “He only passed by a few minutes ago. On his back were fairies. I believed I was dreaming at first, until I remembered seeing a swarm of fairies, if you will, from yonder woodland in the hot chase of a daring thief who had waylaid a journey once before in my life.” “Thank you,” Sasha said. “I have to catch up with them since the horse is mine and this bicycle is a lousy replacement.” “Yes, I should suppose so,” the hobble-hobble guy said. “But how are you going to apprehend him? Those naughty forest fairies will require you to cycle quickly and furiously in order to overcome them.” “Never fear,” Sasha said firmly. “I have a nice set of legs.” And, leaping onto his bicycle, he raced up the hill. When he got to the top, he was overjoyed to see his Good Gray Horse riding down the road to the valley. “This is where I overtake them,” Sasha said as he stepped onto the coasters. “My bicycle can travel quicker downhill than a horse. I’ll be back on my loyal horse in a few seconds.” As he sped down the steep slope, dust sprayed out in a cloud behind him. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling! rang his bell as he got closer and closer. The fairies called out, “Gid-ap!” but the Good Gray Horse was fatigued. He’d covered a lot of ground at a breakneck pace. “Whoa!” said Sasha. The fairies exclaimed, “Gid-ap!” Sasha, on the other hand, was now very near to them. He executed a fantastic jump while standing on the bicycle seat and landed neatly on the saddle of his Good Gray Horse. The fairies flew away with a shriek of dismay.   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question How could Sasha finally know who had stolen his horse and how to find it?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: I’m Steve Lok’s horse. I’ve spent my entire life beneath his saddle—with him in it, too, and he’s good for two hundred pounds without his clothing, and there’s no knowing how much he weighs when he’s on the warpath with his batteries belted on. He is over six feet tall, is young, hasn’t an ounce of wasted flesh, is straight, graceful, springy in his motions, quick as a cat, and has a handsome face, and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is, and nobody is stronger than he is, except me. Yes, anybody who doubts him should see him in his beaded buck-skins, on my back, with his rifle peeping above his shoulder, tracking a hostile trail, with me flying like the wind and his hair streaming out behind him from the protection of his broad slouch. Yes, he is a sight to behold—and I am a part of it. Out of the dozens of horses he has, I am his favorite. I’ve carried him eighty-one miles on the scout between dusk and morning, and I’m fine for fifty all the time, day in and day out. I’m not enormous, but I’m made for business. I’ve taken him thousands of miles on scout duty for the army, and there isn’t a canyon, pass, valley, fort, trading station, or Steve-range in the entire sweep of the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains that we don’t know as well as the bugle-calls. He is the Army of the Frontier’s Chief of Scouts, which makes us quite significant. To be deserving of a post in the military, one must come from a decent family and have a considerably higher education than the average. Everyone claims I’m the best-educated horse outside of the hippodrome, as well as the best-mannered. It’s not for me to say; humility, I believe, is the best policy. Steve Lok taught me the majority of what I know, my mother taught me a lot, and the rest I taught myself. Put a row of moccasins in front of me—Pawnee, Sioux, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and as many more tribes as you want—and I can tell you which tribe each moccasin belongs to just by looking at it. I’d name it in horse-speak, but I could say it in American if I had speech.   EXTRACT B: “Gobble, gobble, gobble!” said the girl in the lane who couldn’t talk well. The man on the hill, who couldn’t stop moving, I hobbled, hobbled, hobbled! “Goodness me!” shouted Sasha the cat, Aryan, as he climbed onto the bicycle that Inn had loaned him, “I can’t understand a word the girl says. “When I inquired whether she had seen my Good Gray Horse, she replied, ‘Gobble, gobble, gobble!’” And then tiny Sasha sighed deeply, it’s bad luck to have your horse stolen when you’re sleeping at a new inn, but it’s a stroke of luck to have the innkeeper loan you his bicycle. After a period and several miles, the road began to wind up a hill, so Sasha got off and pushed his wheel ahead till he encountered a small elderly guy. He limped along while holding a stick in both hands. “Did you see a runaway horse?” Sasha inquired. “I did, my dear Sir Cat,” the hobble-hobble man said. “He only passed by a few minutes ago. On his back were fairies. I believed I was dreaming at first, until I remembered seeing a swarm of fairies, if you will, from yonder woodland in the hot chase of a daring thief who had waylaid a journey once before in my life.” “Thank you,” Sasha said. “I have to catch up with them since the horse is mine and this bicycle is a lousy replacement.” “Yes, I should suppose so,” the hobble-hobble guy said. “But how are you going to apprehend him? Those naughty forest fairies will require you to cycle quickly and furiously in order to overcome them.” “Never fear,” Sasha said firmly. “I have a nice set of legs.” And, leaping onto his bicycle, he raced up the hill. When he got to the top, he was overjoyed to see his Good Gray Horse riding down the road to the valley. “This is where I overtake them,” Sasha said as he stepped onto the coasters. “My bicycle can travel quicker downhill than a horse. I’ll be back on my loyal horse in a few seconds.” As he sped down the steep slope, dust sprayed out in a cloud behind him. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling! rang his bell as he got closer and closer. The fairies called out, “Gid-ap!” but the Good Gray Horse was fatigued. He’d covered a lot of ground at a breakneck pace. “Whoa!” said Sasha. The fairies exclaimed, “Gid-ap!” Sasha, on the other hand, was now very near to them. He executed a fantastic jump while standing on the bicycle seat and landed neatly on the saddle of his Good Gray Horse. The fairies flew away with a shriek of dismay.   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question Which of the following statements is TRUE about Steve?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: I’m Steve Lok’s horse. I’ve spent my entire life beneath his saddle—with him in it, too, and he’s good for two hundred pounds without his clothing, and there’s no knowing how much he weighs when he’s on the warpath with his batteries belted on. He is over six feet tall, is young, hasn’t an ounce of wasted flesh, is straight, graceful, springy in his motions, quick as a cat, and has a handsome face, and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is, and nobody is stronger than he is, except me. Yes, anybody who doubts him should see him in his beaded buck-skins, on my back, with his rifle peeping above his shoulder, tracking a hostile trail, with me flying like the wind and his hair streaming out behind him from the protection of his broad slouch. Yes, he is a sight to behold—and I am a part of it. Out of the dozens of horses he has, I am his favorite. I’ve carried him eighty-one miles on the scout between dusk and morning, and I’m fine for fifty all the time, day in and day out. I’m not enormous, but I’m made for business. I’ve taken him thousands of miles on scout duty for the army, and there isn’t a canyon, pass, valley, fort, trading station, or Steve-range in the entire sweep of the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains that we don’t know as well as the bugle-calls. He is the Army of the Frontier’s Chief of Scouts, which makes us quite significant. To be deserving of a post in the military, one must come from a decent family and have a considerably higher education than the average. Everyone claims I’m the best-educated horse outside of the hippodrome, as well as the best-mannered. It’s not for me to say; humility, I believe, is the best policy. Steve Lok taught me the majority of what I know, my mother taught me a lot, and the rest I taught myself. Put a row of moccasins in front of me—Pawnee, Sioux, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and as many more tribes as you want—and I can tell you which tribe each moccasin belongs to just by looking at it. I’d name it in horse-speak, but I could say it in American if I had speech.   EXTRACT B: “Gobble, gobble, gobble!” said the girl in the lane who couldn’t talk well. The man on the hill, who couldn’t stop moving, I hobbled, hobbled, hobbled! “Goodness me!” shouted Sasha the cat, Aryan, as he climbed onto the bicycle that Inn had loaned him, “I can’t understand a word the girl says. “When I inquired whether she had seen my Good Gray Horse, she replied, ‘Gobble, gobble, gobble!’” And then tiny Sasha sighed deeply, it’s bad luck to have your horse stolen when you’re sleeping at a new inn, but it’s a stroke of luck to have the innkeeper loan you his bicycle. After a period and several miles, the road began to wind up a hill, so Sasha got off and pushed his wheel ahead till he encountered a small elderly guy. He limped along while holding a stick in both hands. “Did you see a runaway horse?” Sasha inquired. “I did, my dear Sir Cat,” the hobble-hobble man said. “He only passed by a few minutes ago. On his back were fairies. I believed I was dreaming at first, until I remembered seeing a swarm of fairies, if you will, from yonder woodland in the hot chase of a daring thief who had waylaid a journey once before in my life.” “Thank you,” Sasha said. “I have to catch up with them since the horse is mine and this bicycle is a lousy replacement.” “Yes, I should suppose so,” the hobble-hobble guy said. “But how are you going to apprehend him? Those naughty forest fairies will require you to cycle quickly and furiously in order to overcome them.” “Never fear,” Sasha said firmly. “I have a nice set of legs.” And, leaping onto his bicycle, he raced up the hill. When he got to the top, he was overjoyed to see his Good Gray Horse riding down the road to the valley. “This is where I overtake them,” Sasha said as he stepped onto the coasters. “My bicycle can travel quicker downhill than a horse. I’ll be back on my loyal horse in a few seconds.” As he sped down the steep slope, dust sprayed out in a cloud behind him. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling! rang his bell as he got closer and closer. The fairies called out, “Gid-ap!” but the Good Gray Horse was fatigued. He’d covered a lot of ground at a breakneck pace. “Whoa!” said Sasha. The fairies exclaimed, “Gid-ap!” Sasha, on the other hand, was now very near to them. He executed a fantastic jump while standing on the bicycle seat and landed neatly on the saddle of his Good Gray Horse. The fairies flew away with a shriek of dismay.   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question Which of the following statements is TRUE which described the situation after Sasha finally saw his Good Gray Horse?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: I’m Steve Lok’s horse. I’ve spent my entire life beneath his saddle—with him in it, too, and he’s good for two hundred pounds without his clothing, and there’s no knowing how much he weighs when he’s on the warpath with his batteries belted on. He is over six feet tall, is young, hasn’t an ounce of wasted flesh, is straight, graceful, springy in his motions, quick as a cat, and has a handsome face, and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is, and nobody is stronger than he is, except me. Yes, anybody who doubts him should see him in his beaded buck-skins, on my back, with his rifle peeping above his shoulder, tracking a hostile trail, with me flying like the wind and his hair streaming out behind him from the protection of his broad slouch. Yes, he is a sight to behold—and I am a part of it. Out of the dozens of horses he has, I am his favorite. I’ve carried him eighty-one miles on the scout between dusk and morning, and I’m fine for fifty all the time, day in and day out. I’m not enormous, but I’m made for business. I’ve taken him thousands of miles on scout duty for the army, and there isn’t a canyon, pass, valley, fort, trading station, or Steve-range in the entire sweep of the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains that we don’t know as well as the bugle-calls. He is the Army of the Frontier’s Chief of Scouts, which makes us quite significant. To be deserving of a post in the military, one must come from a decent family and have a considerably higher education than the average. Everyone claims I’m the best-educated horse outside of the hippodrome, as well as the best-mannered. It’s not for me to say; humility, I believe, is the best policy. Steve Lok taught me the majority of what I know, my mother taught me a lot, and the rest I taught myself. Put a row of moccasins in front of me—Pawnee, Sioux, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and as many more tribes as you want—and I can tell you which tribe each moccasin belongs to just by looking at it. I’d name it in horse-speak, but I could say it in American if I had speech.   EXTRACT B: “Gobble, gobble, gobble!” said the girl in the lane who couldn’t talk well. The man on the hill, who couldn’t stop moving, I hobbled, hobbled, hobbled! “Goodness me!” shouted Sasha the cat, Aryan, as he climbed onto the bicycle that Inn had loaned him, “I can’t understand a word the girl says. “When I inquired whether she had seen my Good Gray Horse, she replied, ‘Gobble, gobble, gobble!’” And then tiny Sasha sighed deeply, it’s bad luck to have your horse stolen when you’re sleeping at a new inn, but it’s a stroke of luck to have the innkeeper loan you his bicycle. After a period and several miles, the road began to wind up a hill, so Sasha got off and pushed his wheel ahead till he encountered a small elderly guy. He limped along while holding a stick in both hands. “Did you see a runaway horse?” Sasha inquired. “I did, my dear Sir Cat,” the hobble-hobble man said. “He only passed by a few minutes ago. On his back were fairies. I believed I was dreaming at first, until I remembered seeing a swarm of fairies, if you will, from yonder woodland in the hot chase of a daring thief who had waylaid a journey once before in my life.” “Thank you,” Sasha said. “I have to catch up with them since the horse is mine and this bicycle is a lousy replacement.” “Yes, I should suppose so,” the hobble-hobble guy said. “But how are you going to apprehend him? Those naughty forest fairies will require you to cycle quickly and furiously in order to overcome them.” “Never fear,” Sasha said firmly. “I have a nice set of legs.” And, leaping onto his bicycle, he raced up the hill. When he got to the top, he was overjoyed to see his Good Gray Horse riding down the road to the valley. “This is where I overtake them,” Sasha said as he stepped onto the coasters. “My bicycle can travel quicker downhill than a horse. I’ll be back on my loyal horse in a few seconds.” As he sped down the steep slope, dust sprayed out in a cloud behind him. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling! rang his bell as he got closer and closer. The fairies called out, “Gid-ap!” but the Good Gray Horse was fatigued. He’d covered a lot of ground at a breakneck pace. “Whoa!” said Sasha. The fairies exclaimed, “Gid-ap!” Sasha, on the other hand, was now very near to them. He executed a fantastic jump while standing on the bicycle seat and landed neatly on the saddle of his Good Gray Horse. The fairies flew away with a shriek of dismay.   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question What did Steve and his horse usually see along the journey of their job?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: I’m Steve Lok’s horse. I’ve spent my entire life beneath his saddle—with him in it, too, and he’s good for two hundred pounds without his clothing, and there’s no knowing how much he weighs when he’s on the warpath with his batteries belted on. He is over six feet tall, is young, hasn’t an ounce of wasted flesh, is straight, graceful, springy in his motions, quick as a cat, and has a handsome face, and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is, and nobody is stronger than he is, except me. Yes, anybody who doubts him should see him in his beaded buck-skins, on my back, with his rifle peeping above his shoulder, tracking a hostile trail, with me flying like the wind and his hair streaming out behind him from the protection of his broad slouch. Yes, he is a sight to behold—and I am a part of it. Out of the dozens of horses he has, I am his favorite. I’ve carried him eighty-one miles on the scout between dusk and morning, and I’m fine for fifty all the time, day in and day out. I’m not enormous, but I’m made for business. I’ve taken him thousands of miles on scout duty for the army, and there isn’t a canyon, pass, valley, fort, trading station, or Steve-range in the entire sweep of the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains that we don’t know as well as the bugle-calls. He is the Army of the Frontier’s Chief of Scouts, which makes us quite significant. To be deserving of a post in the military, one must come from a decent family and have a considerably higher education than the average. Everyone claims I’m the best-educated horse outside of the hippodrome, as well as the best-mannered. It’s not for me to say; humility, I believe, is the best policy. Steve Lok taught me the majority of what I know, my mother taught me a lot, and the rest I taught myself. Put a row of moccasins in front of me—Pawnee, Sioux, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and as many more tribes as you want—and I can tell you which tribe each moccasin belongs to just by looking at it. I’d name it in horse-speak, but I could say it in American if I had speech.   EXTRACT B: “Gobble, gobble, gobble!” said the girl in the lane who couldn’t talk well. The man on the hill, who couldn’t stop moving, I hobbled, hobbled, hobbled! “Goodness me!” shouted Sasha the cat, Aryan, as he climbed onto the bicycle that Inn had loaned him, “I can’t understand a word the girl says. “When I inquired whether she had seen my Good Gray Horse, she replied, ‘Gobble, gobble, gobble!’” And then tiny Sasha sighed deeply, it’s bad luck to have your horse stolen when you’re sleeping at a new inn, but it’s a stroke of luck to have the innkeeper loan you his bicycle. After a period and several miles, the road began to wind up a hill, so Sasha got off and pushed his wheel ahead till he encountered a small elderly guy. He limped along while holding a stick in both hands. “Did you see a runaway horse?” Sasha inquired. “I did, my dear Sir Cat,” the hobble-hobble man said. “He only passed by a few minutes ago. On his back were fairies. I believed I was dreaming at first, until I remembered seeing a swarm of fairies, if you will, from yonder woodland in the hot chase of a daring thief who had waylaid a journey once before in my life.” “Thank you,” Sasha said. “I have to catch up with them since the horse is mine and this bicycle is a lousy replacement.” “Yes, I should suppose so,” the hobble-hobble guy said. “But how are you going to apprehend him? Those naughty forest fairies will require you to cycle quickly and furiously in order to overcome them.” “Never fear,” Sasha said firmly. “I have a nice set of legs.” And, leaping onto his bicycle, he raced up the hill. When he got to the top, he was overjoyed to see his Good Gray Horse riding down the road to the valley. “This is where I overtake them,” Sasha said as he stepped onto the coasters. “My bicycle can travel quicker downhill than a horse. I’ll be back on my loyal horse in a few seconds.” As he sped down the steep slope, dust sprayed out in a cloud behind him. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling! rang his bell as he got closer and closer. The fairies called out, “Gid-ap!” but the Good Gray Horse was fatigued. He’d covered a lot of ground at a breakneck pace. “Whoa!” said Sasha. The fairies exclaimed, “Gid-ap!” Sasha, on the other hand, was now very near to them. He executed a fantastic jump while standing on the bicycle seat and landed neatly on the saddle of his Good Gray Horse. The fairies flew away with a shriek of dismay.   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question What did Sasha do when he was getting closer to his horse?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: I’m Steve Lok’s horse. I’ve spent my entire life beneath his saddle—with him in it, too, and he’s good for two hundred pounds without his clothing, and there’s no knowing how much he weighs when he’s on the warpath with his batteries belted on. He is over six feet tall, is young, hasn’t an ounce of wasted flesh, is straight, graceful, springy in his motions, quick as a cat, and has a handsome face, and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is, and nobody is stronger than he is, except me. Yes, anybody who doubts him should see him in his beaded buck-skins, on my back, with his rifle peeping above his shoulder, tracking a hostile trail, with me flying like the wind and his hair streaming out behind him from the protection of his broad slouch. Yes, he is a sight to behold—and I am a part of it. Out of the dozens of horses he has, I am his favorite. I’ve carried him eighty-one miles on the scout between dusk and morning, and I’m fine for fifty all the time, day in and day out. I’m not enormous, but I’m made for business. I’ve taken him thousands of miles on scout duty for the army, and there isn’t a canyon, pass, valley, fort, trading station, or Steve-range in the entire sweep of the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains that we don’t know as well as the bugle-calls. He is the Army of the Frontier’s Chief of Scouts, which makes us quite significant. To be deserving of a post in the military, one must come from a decent family and have a considerably higher education than the average. Everyone claims I’m the best-educated horse outside of the hippodrome, as well as the best-mannered. It’s not for me to say; humility, I believe, is the best policy. Steve Lok taught me the majority of what I know, my mother taught me a lot, and the rest I taught myself. Put a row of moccasins in front of me—Pawnee, Sioux, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and as many more tribes as you want—and I can tell you which tribe each moccasin belongs to just by looking at it. I’d name it in horse-speak, but I could say it in American if I had speech.   EXTRACT B: “Gobble, gobble, gobble!” said the girl in the lane who couldn’t talk well. The man on the hill, who couldn’t stop moving, I hobbled, hobbled, hobbled! “Goodness me!” shouted Sasha the cat, Aryan, as he climbed onto the bicycle that Inn had loaned him, “I can’t understand a word the girl says. “When I inquired whether she had seen my Good Gray Horse, she replied, ‘Gobble, gobble, gobble!’” And then tiny Sasha sighed deeply, it’s bad luck to have your horse stolen when you’re sleeping at a new inn, but it’s a stroke of luck to have the innkeeper loan you his bicycle. After a period and several miles, the road began to wind up a hill, so Sasha got off and pushed his wheel ahead till he encountered a small elderly guy. He limped along while holding a stick in both hands. “Did you see a runaway horse?” Sasha inquired. “I did, my dear Sir Cat,” the hobble-hobble man said. “He only passed by a few minutes ago. On his back were fairies. I believed I was dreaming at first, until I remembered seeing a swarm of fairies, if you will, from yonder woodland in the hot chase of a daring thief who had waylaid a journey once before in my life.” “Thank you,” Sasha said. “I have to catch up with them since the horse is mine and this bicycle is a lousy replacement.” “Yes, I should suppose so,” the hobble-hobble guy said. “But how are you going to apprehend him? Those naughty forest fairies will require you to cycle quickly and furiously in order to overcome them.” “Never fear,” Sasha said firmly. “I have a nice set of legs.” And, leaping onto his bicycle, he raced up the hill. When he got to the top, he was overjoyed to see his Good Gray Horse riding down the road to the valley. “This is where I overtake them,” Sasha said as he stepped onto the coasters. “My bicycle can travel quicker downhill than a horse. I’ll be back on my loyal horse in a few seconds.” As he sped down the steep slope, dust sprayed out in a cloud behind him. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling! rang his bell as he got closer and closer. The fairies called out, “Gid-ap!” but the Good Gray Horse was fatigued. He’d covered a lot of ground at a breakneck pace. “Whoa!” said Sasha. The fairies exclaimed, “Gid-ap!” Sasha, on the other hand, was now very near to them. He executed a fantastic jump while standing on the bicycle seat and landed neatly on the saddle of his Good Gray Horse. The fairies flew away with a shriek of dismay.   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question Which extract mentioned a horse’s life and habit with its owner?

Frozen Life

  Spirals of frozen pieces in air Flakes of crystal falling in pair Ground laying with fair icy sand December welcomes a paradise land   Peaks meeting sky comes down                                                      5 To wear a white, shiny crown Cap of snow on trees stuns the sight Night glitters with Crystal Lake’s light   Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves                                     10 Moon glances through the icy blizzard Bearing it as a brave wizard   Sky waters the land with frozen rain Earth kisses it with pleasing pain Grass sleeps under the shimmering cushion                               15 Waiting to rise, holding spring’s vision   Snow fairies in myth seem alive When the shed trees breathe to life No color but white around Yet nature appears like heaven ground                                       20   Signature of life, when the lips smile We can see the faces zest up with life Months of frozen days bring happiness Mashed up with a little laziness   The last words in Line 19 and 20 create a

Frozen Life

  Spirals of frozen pieces in air Flakes of crystal falling in pair Ground laying with fair icy sand December welcomes a paradise land   Peaks meeting sky comes down                                                      5 To wear a white, shiny crown Cap of snow on trees stuns the sight Night glitters with Crystal Lake’s light   Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves                                     10 Moon glances through the icy blizzard Bearing it as a brave wizard   Sky waters the land with frozen rain Earth kisses it with pleasing pain Grass sleeps under the shimmering cushion                               15 Waiting to rise, holding spring’s vision   Snow fairies in myth seem alive When the shed trees breathe to life No color but white around Yet nature appears like heaven ground                                       20   Signature of life, when the lips smile We can see the faces zest up with life Months of frozen days bring happiness Mashed up with a little laziness   Line 7 and 8 are best described as

Frozen Life

  Spirals of frozen pieces in air Flakes of crystal falling in pair Ground laying with fair icy sand December welcomes a paradise land   Peaks meeting sky comes down                                                      5 To wear a white, shiny crown Cap of snow on trees stuns the sight Night glitters with Crystal Lake’s light   Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves                                     10 Moon glances through the icy blizzard Bearing it as a brave wizard   Sky waters the land with frozen rain Earth kisses it with pleasing pain Grass sleeps under the shimmering cushion                               15 Waiting to rise, holding spring’s vision   Snow fairies in myth seem alive When the shed trees breathe to life No color but white around Yet nature appears like heaven ground                                       20   Signature of life, when the lips smile We can see the faces zest up with life Months of frozen days bring happiness Mashed up with a little laziness   The word ‘shimmering cushion’ in line 15 refers to

Frozen Life

  Spirals of frozen pieces in air Flakes of crystal falling in pair Ground laying with fair icy sand December welcomes a paradise land   Peaks meeting sky comes down                                                      5 To wear a white, shiny crown Cap of snow on trees stuns the sight Night glitters with Crystal Lake’s light   Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves                                     10 Moon glances through the icy blizzard Bearing it as a brave wizard   Sky waters the land with frozen rain Earth kisses it with pleasing pain Grass sleeps under the shimmering cushion                               15 Waiting to rise, holding spring’s vision   Snow fairies in myth seem alive When the shed trees breathe to life No color but white around Yet nature appears like heaven ground                                       20   Signature of life, when the lips smile We can see the faces zest up with life Months of frozen days bring happiness Mashed up with a little laziness   What poetic technique is used in line 10?

Frozen Life

  Spirals of frozen pieces in air Flakes of crystal falling in pair Ground laying with fair icy sand December welcomes a paradise land   Peaks meeting sky comes down                                                      5 To wear a white, shiny crown Cap of snow on trees stuns the sight Night glitters with Crystal Lake’s light   Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves                                     10 Moon glances through the icy blizzard Bearing it as a brave wizard   Sky waters the land with frozen rain Earth kisses it with pleasing pain Grass sleeps under the shimmering cushion                               15 Waiting to rise, holding spring’s vision   Snow fairies in myth seem alive When the shed trees breathe to life No color but white around Yet nature appears like heaven ground                                       20   Signature of life, when the lips smile We can see the faces zest up with life Months of frozen days bring happiness Mashed up with a little laziness   What type of stanzas is formed from the poem above?

Frozen Life

  Spirals of frozen pieces in air Flakes of crystal falling in pair Ground laying with fair icy sand December welcomes a paradise land   Peaks meeting sky comes down                                                      5 To wear a white, shiny crown Cap of snow on trees stuns the sight Night glitters with Crystal Lake’s light   Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves                                     10 Moon glances through the icy blizzard Bearing it as a brave wizard   Sky waters the land with frozen rain Earth kisses it with pleasing pain Grass sleeps under the shimmering cushion                               15 Waiting to rise, holding spring’s vision   Snow fairies in myth seem alive When the shed trees breathe to life No color but white around Yet nature appears like heaven ground                                       20   Signature of life, when the lips smile We can see the faces zest up with life Months of frozen days bring happiness Mashed up with a little laziness   What literary device is applied in line 20?

Frozen Life

  Spirals of frozen pieces in air Flakes of crystal falling in pair Ground laying with fair icy sand December welcomes a paradise land   Peaks meeting sky comes down                                                      5 To wear a white, shiny crown Cap of snow on trees stuns the sight Night glitters with Crystal Lake’s light   Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves                                     10 Moon glances through the icy blizzard Bearing it as a brave wizard   Sky waters the land with frozen rain Earth kisses it with pleasing pain Grass sleeps under the shimmering cushion                               15 Waiting to rise, holding spring’s vision   Snow fairies in myth seem alive When the shed trees breathe to life No color but white around Yet nature appears like heaven ground                                       20   Signature of life, when the lips smile We can see the faces zest up with life Months of frozen days bring happiness Mashed up with a little laziness   What makes snow fairies seem like they exist?

Frozen Life

Spirals of frozen pieces in air

Flakes of crystal falling in pair

Ground laying with fair icy sand

December welcomes a paradise land

Peaks meeting sky comes down                                                      5

To wear a white, shiny crown

Cap of snow on trees stuns the sight

Night glitters with Crystal Lake’s light

Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves

Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves                                     10

Moon glances through the icy blizzard

Bearing it as a brave wizard

Sky waters the land with frozen rain

Earth kisses it with pleasing pain

Grass sleeps under the shimmering cushion                               15

Waiting to rise, holding spring’s vision

Snow fairies in myth seem alive

When the shed trees breathe to life

No color but white around

Yet nature appears like heaven ground                                       20

Signature of life, when the lips smile

We can see the faces zest up with life

Months of frozen days bring happiness

Mashed up with a little laziness

The title of the poem