Answer:
'The Pursuit of Happyness' brilliantly shows how Chris Gardner ignores the doubts his wife has and successfully reaches the top. This movie gave me the courage to disregard the doubts people have and the self-doubts I have. It taught me to believe in myself even when the world isn't inclined to.
Explanation:
WILL MARK BRAINLIEST!
Which statement best describes one of the new business models that emerged during the Second Industrial Revolution?
Small businesses cooperated to compete with big business.
Big businesses bought competitors to become monopolies.
Big businesses decided to become smaller to gain efficiency.
Small businesses negotiated with unions to cut labor costs.
Answer:
Big businesses bought competitors to become monopolies.
Explanation:
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Answer: B.) Big businesses bought competitors to become monopolies.
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subject= HINDI
पुष्प-पुष्प से वाक्य बनाए:-
Answer:
She engraved the ring in a floral pattern.
I've never really cared for floral patterns.
Floral tributes were piled up outside the church.
There were floral tributes from friends and colleagues.
In this living room we've mixed glorious floral prints.
There's a floral pattern on the curtain.
Select the correct answer.
What is the mood of the poem?
A.
bewildered
B.
bitter
C.
restless
D.
remorseful
TEXT
Dulce et Decorum Est*
by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares, we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro Patria Mori.
*Translation of Latin: It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country
Answer:bewildered
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