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It's time for the drawing. Effie Trinket says as she always does, "Ladies first !" and crosses to the glass ball with the girls' names. She reaches in, digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws in a collective breath and then you can hear a pin drop, and I'm feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it's not me, that it's not me, that it's not me.
Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it's not me.
It's Primrose Everdeen.
One time, when I was in a blind in a tree, waiting motionless for game to wander by, I dozed off and fell ten feet to the ground, landing on my back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything.
That's how I feel now, trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the name bounces around the inside of my skull. (…)
There must have been some mistake. This can't be happening. Prim was one slip of paper in thousands ! Her chance of being chosen so remote that I'd not even bothered to worry about her. (…)
Somewhere far away, I can hear the crowd murmuring unhappily as they always do when a twelve-year-old gets chosen because no one thinks this is fair. And then I see her, the blood drained from her face, hands clenched in fists at her sides, walking with stiff, small steps up toward the stage, passing me, and I see the back of her blouse has become untucked and hangs out over her skirt. It's this detail, the untucked blouse forming a ducktail, that brings me back to myself.
"Prim !" The strangled cry comes out of my throat, and my muscles begin to move again. "Prim !" I don't need to shove through the crowd. The other kids make way immediately allowing me a straight path to the stage. I reach her just as she is about to mount the steps. With one sweep of my arm, I push her behind me.
"I volunteer ! " I gasp. " I volunteer as tribute !"
There's some confusion on the stage. District 12 hasn't had a volunteer in decades (…).
"Lovely ! " says Effie Trinket. "But I believe there's a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, um…" she trails off, unsure of herself.
"What does it matter ? " says the mayor. He's looking at me with a pained expression on his face. He doesn't know me really, but there's a faint recognition there. (…) I am the girl (…) who five years ago stood huddled with her mother and sister, as he presented her, the oldest child, with a medal of valor. A medal for her father, vaporized in the mines. Does he remember that ? " What does it matter ? " he repeats gruffly. "Let her come forward."
Prim is screaming hysterically behind me. She's wrapped her skinny arms around me like a vice. "No, Katniss ! No ! You can't go !"
"Prim, let go," I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction. "Let go !"
I can feel someone pulling her from my back. I turn and see Gale has lifted Prim off the ground and she's thrashing in his arms. "Up you go, Catnip, "he says, in a voice he's fighting to keep steady, and then he carries Prim off towards my mother. I steel myself and climb the steps.
"Well, bravo !" gushes Effie Trinket. "That's the spirit of the Games !" She's pleased to finally have a district with a little action going on in it. "What's your name ? "
I swallow hard. "Katniss Everdeen," I say.
" I bet my buttons that was your sister. Don't want her to steal all the glory, do we ? Come on, everybody ! Let's give a big round of applause to our newest tribute ! " trills Effie Trinket.
The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins (2008)

It's time for the drawing. Effie Trinket says as she always does, "Ladies first !" and crosses to the glass ball with the girls' names. She reaches in, digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws in a collective breath and then you can hear a pin drop, and I'm feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it's not me, that it's not me, that it's not me.
Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it's not me.
It's Primrose Everdeen.
One time, when I was in a blind in a tree, waiting motionless for game to wander by, I dozed off and fell ten feet to the ground, landing on my back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything.
That's how I feel now, trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the name bounces around the inside of my skull. (…)
There must have been some mistake. This can't be happening. Prim was one slip of paper in thousands ! Her chance of being chosen so remote that I'd not even bothered to worry about her. (…)
Somewhere far away, I can hear the crowd murmuring unhappily as they always do when a twelve-year-old gets chosen because no one thinks this is fair. And then I see her, the blood drained from her face, hands clenched in fists at her sides, walking with stiff, small steps up toward the stage, passing me, and I see the back of her blouse has become untucked and hangs out over her skirt. It's this detail, the untucked blouse forming a ducktail, that brings me back to myself.
"Prim !" The strangled cry comes out of my throat, and my muscles begin to move again. "Prim !" I don't need to shove through the crowd. The other kids make way immediately allowing me a straight path to the stage. I reach her just as she is about to mount the steps. With one sweep of my arm, I push her behind me.
"I volunteer ! " I gasp. " I volunteer as tribute !"
There's some confusion on the stage. District 12 hasn't had a volunteer in decades (…).
"Lovely ! " says Effie Trinket. "But I believe there's a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, um…" she trails off, unsure of herself.
"What does it matter ? " says the mayor. He's looking at me with a pained expression on his face. He doesn't know me really, but there's a faint recognition there. (…) I am the girl (…) who five years ago stood huddled with her mother and sister, as he presented her, the oldest child, with a medal of valor. A medal for her father, vaporized in the mines. Does he remember that ? " What does it matter ? " he repeats gruffly. "Let her come forward."
Prim is screaming hysterically behind me. She's wrapped her skinny arms around me like a vice. "No, Katniss ! No ! You can't go !"
"Prim, let go," I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction. "Let go !"
I can feel someone pulling her from my back. I turn and see Gale has lifted Prim off the ground and she's thrashing in his arms. "Up you go, Catnip, "he says, in a voice he's fighting to keep steady, and then he carries Prim off toward my mother. I steel myself and climb the steps.
"Well, bravo !" gushes Effie Trinket. "That's the spirit of the Games !" She's pleased to finally have a district with a little action going on in it. "What's your name ? "
I swallow hard. "Katniss Everdeen," I say.
" I bet my buttons that was your sister. Don't want her to steal all the glory, do we ? Come on, everybody ! Let's give a big round of applause to our newest tribute ! " trills Effie Trinket.
The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins (2008)

This document is a film poster. The film is entitled Oliver Twist. It was adapted from an English novel written by Charles Dickens. The film was directed by Roman Polanski. Oliver Twist is the name of the main character. The poster is composed of three parts. In the foreground we can see a boy. He is the focus of the photograph. He is running away, suggesting that he is in danger. He looks anxious; a man is running after him. The boy is wearing ragged clothes and worn-out shoes, which suggest that the film is set in the 19th century. In the background we can see old houses. Maybe the scene is set in London during the Victorian period. The photo is blurred to show the dark side of life in nineteenth-century London. There was a lot of poverty at that time and a lot of crime. The hero is probably a pickpocket. The title of the film is written in the bottom right-hand corner in big red letters to show that the film is going to tell Oliver Twist's story.

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Concentration assists in organizing the mind and enhancing our knowledge of it. Because the mechanism of the mind is so complicated, people are often unable to know and exercise control over its deeper layers. For example, the mind could be explained better by imagining it as a sea. People having a very busy mind, simultaneously thinking about several subjects and disconnecting from the real world, is like the sea surface. Their mood virtually always changes according to the environmental circumstance exactly as the top levels of the sea. It will be stormy If the weather is windy and respectively vice verse. In fact these people give their mood controls to others through lacking concentration and as a result not accessing a deeper level of their mind.

Concentration assists in organizing the mind and enhancing our knowledge of it. Because the mechanism of the mind is so complicated, people are often unable to know and exercise control over its deeper layers .For example, the mind could be explained better by imagining it as a sea. People having a very busy mind,simultaneously thinking about several subjects and disconnecting from the real world, is like the sea surface.Their mood virtually always changes according to the environmental circumstance just like the top levels of the sea.It will be stormy If the weather is windy and respectively vice verse.In fact these people give their mood controls to others through lacking concentration and as a result not accessing a deeper level of their mind.

1. Both my father and my mother speak several languages.
2. Neither my brother nor my sister speak French.
3. We can have either soup or salad.
4. My father neither drinks nor smokes.
5. We can do both- go to the theatre and have dinner.
6. Neither Peter nor his wife were at home.
7. He not only plays the piano, but also the guitar.
8. They not only steal, but they also smash everything.
9. They neither play nor let anyone play.
10. We can have either fish or meat.
11. My friend speaks both German and Italian.
12. She not only sings, but also dances like an angel.
13. Neither Diana nor her sister answered the phone.
14. We can either go on foot or take the bus.
15. We can do both- watch the telly and play cards.
16. She not only keeps the windows open in winter, but she also has cold showers.
17. These animals neither eat nor drink.
18. Either you go or I call the police.
19. He's an athlete who both runs and jumps.
20. He both runs and jumps.
21. She is going to run in both the marathon and the 10,000 metres.
22. You can either go by train or by plane.
23. There was neither bread nor butter.
24. She not only does it well, but also quickly.
25. We can do both- write and telephone.
26. You can either play or watch.
27. I trust neither him nor her.
28. He is not only pretty, but also intelligent.
29. Both the boss and her assistant are on holiday.
30. Look, Peter, either you tell him or I tell him.
31. They were neither stupid nor clever.
32. He not only looks for trouble, but he finds it too.
33. He is a man who mixes with both the rich and the poor.
34. She can either go to university or go to the polytechnic.
35. He is a man who can neither act nor direct.
36. He not only speaks Chinese, but he also writes it.
37. This actress works in both cinema and theatre.
38. Those people on strike neither work nor let other people work.
39. You can either wait for him or leave him a note.
40. She not only does her own job, but she also helps others.

1. Both my father and my mother speak several languages.
2. Neither my brother nor my sister speaks French.
3. We can have either soup or salad.
4. my father neither drinks nor smokes.
5. We can do both, go to the theatre and have dinner.
6. Neither Peter nor his wife was at home.
7. He not only plays the piano, but also the guitar.
8. They not only steal. but they also smash everything..
9. They neither play nor let anyone play.
10. We can have either fish or meat.
11. My friend speaks both German and Italian.
12. She not only sings, but she dances like an angel.
13. Neither Diana nor her sister answered the phone.
14. We can either go on foot or take the bus.
15. We can do both, watch the telly and play cards.
16. She not only keeps the windows open in winter, but she also has cold showers.
17. These animals neither eat nor drink.
18. Either you go or I call the police.
19. He's an athlete who either runs or jumps.
20. He both runs and jumps.
21. She is going to run in both the marathon and the 10,000 metres.
22. You can either go by train or by plane.
23. There was neither bread nor butter.
24. She not only does it well, but also quickly.
25. We can do both, write and telephone.
26. You can either play or watch.
27. I trust neither him nor her.
28. He is not only pretty, but also intelligent.
29. Both the boss and her assistant are on holiday.
30. Look, Peter, either you tell him or I tell him.
31. They were neither stupid nor clever.
32. He not only looks for trouble, but he finds it too.
33. He is a man who mixes with both the rich and the poor.
34. She can either go to university or go to the polytechnic.
35. He is a man who can neither act nor direct.
36. he not only speaks Chinese, but he also writes it.
37. This actress works in both the cinema and the theatre.
38. Those people on strike neither work nor let other people work.
39. You can either wait for him or leave him a note.
40. She not only does her own job, but she also helps the others.

1. Both my father and my mother speak several languages.
2. Neither my brother nor my sister speaks French.
3. We can have either soup or salad.
4. My father neither drinks nor smokes.
5. We can do both, go to the theatre and have dinner.
6. Neither Peter nor his wife was at home.
7. He not only plays the piano, but also the guitar.
8. They not only steal, but they also smash everything..
9. They neither play nor let anyone play.
10. We can have either fish or meat.
11. My friend speaks both German and Italian.
12. She not only sings, but she dances like an angel.
13. Neither Diana nor her sister answered the phone.
14. We can either go on foot or take the bus.
15. We can do both, watch the telly and play cards.
16. She not only keeps the windows open in winter, but she also has cold showers.
17. These animals neither eat nor drink.
18. Either you go or I call the police.
19. He's an athlete who either runs or jumps.
20. He both runs and jumps.
21. She is going to run in both the marathon and the 10,000 metres.
22. You can either go by train or by plane.
23. There was neither bread nor butter.
24. She not only does it well, but also quickly.
25. We can do both, write and telephone.
26. You can either play or watch.
27. I trust neither him nor her.
28. He is not only pretty, but also intelligent.
29. Both the boss and her assistant are on holiday.
30. Look, Peter, either you tell him or I tell him.
31. They were neither stupid nor clever.
32. He not only looks for trouble, but he finds it too.
33. He is a man who mixes with both the rich and the poor.
34. She can either go to university or go to the polytechnic.
35. He is a man who can neither act nor direct.
36. He not only speaks Chinese, but he also writes it.
37. This actress works in both the cinema and the theatre.
38. Those people on strike neither work nor let other people work.
39. You can either wait for him or leave him a note.
40. She not only does her own job, but she also helps the others.