ALL MY SONS / Arthur Miller

ALL MY SONS / Arthur Miller

Bagrut Questions

מועד ב- 2016

Answer questions 9-13.

9. At the end of Act I, Kate says, “Be smart now, Joe… Be smart.” She says this because (–).     (5 points)

(i) Chris wants to marry Ann

(ii) George is coming to see them

(iii) the neighbors are asking questions

(iv) Steve is getting out of jail 

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As I Grew Older by Langston Hughes

As I Grew Older by Langston Hughes

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun–
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Between me and my dream.
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A Summer’s Reading – Bernard Malamud

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A Summer’s Reading by Bernard Malamud


Setting and Plot
This story appeared in The New Yorker in 1956. The story is set in New York City during one hot summer. The main character is called George Stoyonovich – a 20 year old “neighborhood boy” who quit high school at 16 on an impulse. One summer he had no job and sat around in the hot apartment he shared with his father and sister, who worked all day. He did not feel too happy during the day, but at night he felt better when he walked around the neighborhood and sat in a small park. One night he met Mr. Cattanzara and told him that his summer occupation was reading 100 books to pick up his education. This gave him a certain prestige around the neighborhood, as everyone heard about his project. The truth, which he was always fearful that people would discover, was that he hardly read anything at all. During this summer George is forced to read into his own life and see the truth about himself with the help of Mr. Cattanzara. Continue reading

HOTS: Higher Order Thinking Skills – Understanding Literature


1.   Comparing and contrasting

2.   Distinguishing different perspectives

3.   Explaining cause and effect

4.   Explaining patterns

5.   Inferring

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Count That Day Lost

Count That Day Lost

By George Eliot

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went —
Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay —
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face–
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost —
Then count that day as worse than lost.


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