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From the moment you arrive in Mar-
rakesh, you'll get the distinct feeling
you‗ve left something behind–a toothbrush
or socks, maybe? But no, what you'll be
mining in Marrakesh is predictability and
all sense of direction, Never mind: you're
better off without them here. Marrakesh is
too package with mind-boggling distraction
and labyrin- thine alleyways to adhere to
boring linear logic. If you did have a
destination, you'd only be stopped by snake
charmers, donkey carts, trendy silver
leather poufs and ancient Berber cures for
everything from relation- ships to rent.
Start at action-packed Djemaa el-Fna,
and if you can tear yourself away from the
castanet-clanging water-sellers and
turbaned potion-sellers, head into
Marrakesh‘s maze of covered market
streets. Dive in headfirst at any street
headed north off the Djemaa el-Fna, and
with any luck you‘ll emerge ex- hilarated
and triumphant some hours later, carpet in
tow.
Marrakesh‘s old town is an ideal place
to explore palaces, stay in a palatial
traditional guesthouse, and sample a dish
of piping-hot snails. But it‘s worth leaving
the old city oc- casionally for dinner,
drinks, art galleries and fixed-price
boutiques in the new town. Go with the
flow, and become an honorary Mar-
rakashi bahja (joyous one).
1. What is the text above?
(A) the description of palaces in Marrakesh
(B) the best destination in the world
(C) the description of Marrakesh
(D) the most important city in Morocco
(E) the history of Marrakesh
2. Based on the text, you can find all the fol-
lowings in Marrakesh, except ….
(A) snake charmers
(B) a toothbrush
(C) turbaned potion-sellers
(D) palaces
(E) donkey carts
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Parent-Teacher Conference
Date November 15th 2014
Dear parents,
The teaching staff at Summer High School
takes this opportunity to invite you to a
conference with your child‘s teacher. The
conference is held to increase your
understanding of the progress your child is
making.
The date and time attached have been reserved
for you.
If you find your scheduled time inconvenient,
please indicate so below or call the school
office to arrange for a different time.
Additionally, we would appreciate being
notified if you cannot attend your conference.
Written reports will be sent home to all
students on December 10th 2014. Interpreters
can be pro- vided if requested.
Sincerely,
Balmor
Tilby
Summer High School Principal
3. What is the letter about?
4. Who is the inviter and invitee of this letter?
5. ―The date and time attached have been re-
served for you.‖ (paragraph 2)
What does the sentence mean?
(A) each parent must choose his/her own
schedule
(B) the school has chosen the schedule for
each parent
(C) each parent must not change his/her
schedule
6. Which one is not true according to the text?
(A) there is a certain attachment after the
letter above
(B) if the parents can‘t attend the meeting,
the parents must inform the school
(C) parents may change their schedule

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singularly harmless from outside. ‗Is that

Hitler established the first concentration it?‘ was my first reaction when we stopped
camp soon after he came to power in 1933. at what looked like a large
The system grew to include about 100
camps divided into two types:
concentration camps for slave labor in
nearby factories and death camps for the
systematic extermination of "undesirables"
including Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, the
mentally retarded and others.
As the allied armies raced towards final
victory, advancing troops liberated the
camps one-by-one, revealing the horrors of
the Nazi concept of establishing a ―pure‖
society. The first liberation came in July
1944 when Soviet troops entered
Maidanek, a death camp located in Poland
two miles from the city of Lublin.
Alexander Werth, a correspondent for the
London Sunday Times and the BBC,
accompanied the Soviet troops and
described the camp shortly after its cap-
ture.
The BBC refused to air his report of the
camp as his description was so
unbelievable they considered it a Soviet
propaganda ploy. It was not until the later
capture of Buchen- wald, Dachau and other
camps on western front that his description
was accepted as true.
"It looked singularly harmless.‖
The Maidanek camp was established by
the Nazis in 1941 soon after their conquest
of the then Russian occupied region of
Poland. The primary purpose of the facility
was the speedy extermination of new
arrivals (mostly Jews) transported in from
various countries including
Czechoslovakia, France, Austria, and
Holland. The majority of vic- tims,
however, came from the immediate area. It
is estimated that 1.5 million died at the
camp during its three years of operation.
Soviet troops entered the camp in July
1944. A week later, Alexander Werth
joined a group of fellow reporters in a
guided tour of the facility:
"My first reaction to Maidanek was a
feeling of surprise. I had imagined
something horri- ble and sinister beyond
words. It was nothing like that. It looked
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worker‘s settlement. Behind us was the to ten minutes everybody was dead...
many towered skyline of Lublin. There
was much dust on road, and the grass as
dull, greenish- grey colour. The camp was
separated from the road by a couple of
barbed-wire fences, but these did not look
particularly sinister, and might have been
put up outside any mili- tary or semi-
military establishment. The place was
large; like a whole town of barracks
painted a pleasant soft green. There were
many people around - soldiers and
civilians. A Polish sentry opened the
barbed-wire gate to let cars enter the
avenue, with large green barracks on either
side. And we stopped out- side a large
barrack marked Bad und Desinfek- tion II.
‗This,‘ somebody said, ‗is where large
numbers of those arriving at the camp were
brought in.‘
The inside of this barrack was made
of concrete, and water taps came out of the
wall, and around the room there were
benches where the clothes were put down
and afterwards collected. So this was the
place into which they were driven. Or per-
haps they were politely invited to 'Step this
way, please?' Did any of them suspect,
while washing themselves after a long
journey, what would happen a few minutes
later? Anyway, after the washing was over,
they were asked to go into the next room;
at this point even the most unsuspecting
must have begun to wonder. For the "next
room" was a series of large square concrete
structures, each about one-quarter of the
size of the bath-house, and, unlike it, had
no windows. The naked people (men one
time, women another time, children the
next) were driven or forced from the bath-
house into these dark concrete boxes-about
five yards square- and then, with 200 or
250 people packed into each box-and it
was completely dark there, except for a
small light in the ceiling and the spyhole in
the door-the process of gassing began.
First some hot air was pumped in from the
ceiling and then the pretty pale- blue
crystals of Cyclon were showered down
on the people, and in the hot wet air they
rapidly evaporated. In anything from two
 There were six concrete boxes—gas- Maidanek Concentration Camp
chambers—side by side. 'Nearly two thou- (C) a Soviet troops retelling his story finding
sand people could be disposed of here the Maidanek Concentration Camp
simul- taneously,' one the guides said.
But what thoughts passed through these
people's minds during those first few
minutes while the crystals were falling;
could anyone still believe that this
humiliating process of being packed into a
box and standing there naked, rubbing
backs with other naked peo- ple, had
anything to do with the disinfection?

At first it was all very hard to take in,

without an effort of the imagination. There
were a number of very dull-looking
concrete structures which, if their doors had
been wider, might anywhere else have been
mis- taken for a row of nice little garages.
But the doors-the doors! They were heavy
steel doors, and each had a heavy steel bolt.
And in the middle of the door was a
spyhole, a circle, three inches in diameter
composed of about a hundred small holes.
Could the peo- ple in their death agony see
the SS man's eye as he watched them?
Anyway, the SS-man had nothing to fear:
his eye was well pro- tected by the steel
netting over the spyhole...
Then a touch of blue on the floor
caught my eye. It was very faint, but still
legi- ble. In blue chalk someone had
scribbled the word ―vergast‖ and had
drawn crudely above it a skull and
crossbones. I had never seen this word
before but it obviously meant "gassed"- and
not merely "gassed" but: with, that eloquent
little prefix ver, ‗gassed out‘. That‘s this
job finished, and now for the next lot. The
blue chalk came into motion when there
was nothing but a heap of naked corpses
inside. But what cries, what curses, what
prayers perhaps, had been uttered inside
that gas chamber only a few minutes be-
fore?...‖

7. The text mainly tells us about ….

(A) the victim account of the Maidanek
Concentration Camp
(B) a reporter experience touring the
 (D) Hitler account of the Maidanek bro- ken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in
Concen- tration Camp half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards
(E) the slaughtering of Jews by Nazi was
Ger- many

8. The opposite of the underlined word

―immediate‖ (paragraph 5) is mostly ….
(A) fast
(B) slow
(C) far
(D) near
(E) indirect

9. Which one is true about the text?

(A) from the outside, Maidanek looked
hor- rible and sinister
(B) the doors of the gas chambers in
Maidanek were made of iron
(C) the writer was the first person to find
the Maidanek Concentration Camp
(D) at first the BBC thought the camp
was a Soviet scheme
(E) concentration camps were made onlu
to murder the ―undesirables‖

10. The underlined word ―

disposed of ‖ (paragraph 9) mostly
means ….
(A) located
(B) transferred
(C) killed
(D) arranged
(E) thrown

11. What does the phrase ―… the pretty

pale- blue crystals of Cyclon …‖ mostly
refer to?
(A) jewellery
(B) hot water
(C) poison
(D) hot air
(E) air evaporation

The Story Of An Hour by Kate Chopin

Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted
with a heart trouble, great care was taken to
break to her as gently as possible the news of
her hus- band‘s death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in
there, too, near her. It was he who had been in scents, the color that filled the air.
the newspaper office when intelligence Of the
railroad disaster was received, with Brently
Mal- lard's name leading the list of ―killed.‖
He had only taken the time to assure himself of
its truth by a second telegram, and had
hastened to fore- stall any less careful, less
tender friend in bearing tie sad message.
She did not hear story as many women have
heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to
ac- cept its significance. She wept at once, with
sud- den, wild abandonment, in her sister‘s
arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself
she went away to her room alone. She would
have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a
comfort- able, roomy armchair. Into this she
sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion
that haunted her body and seemed to reach into
her soul.
She could see in the open square before her
house the tops of trees that were all quivered
with the new spring life. The delicious breath
of rain was in the air. In the street below a
peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a
distant song which someone was singing
reached her faintly, and countless sparrows
were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here
and there through the clouds that had met and
piled one above the other in the west facing her
window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the
cushion of chair, quite motionless, except when
a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as
a child who has cried itself to sleep continues
to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose
lines bespoke repression and even a certain
strength. But now there was a dull stare in her
eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on
one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a
glance of reflec- tion, but rather indicated a
suspension of intelli- gent thought.
There was something coming to her and she
was waiting for it. fearfully. What was it? She
did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to
name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky,
reaching to- ward her through the sounds, the
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously.
She was beginning to recognize this thing
that was approaching to possess her, and she
was striving to beat it back with her will—as
powerless as her two white slender hands
would have been. When she abandoned
herself a little whispered word escaped her
slightly parted lips. She said it over and over
under the breath: ―free, free, free!‖ The
vacant stare and the look of terror that had
fol- lowed it went from her eyes. They stayed
keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the
coursing blood warmed and relaxed every
inch of her body.
She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a
monstrous joy that held her. A clear and
exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the
suggestion as . She knew that she would
weep again when she saw the kind, tender
hands folded in death; the face that had never
looked save with love upon her, fixed and
gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter
moment a long procession of years to come
that would belong to her abso- lutely. And
she opened and spread her arms out to them
in welcome.
There would be no one to live for during those
coming years; she would live for herself. There
would be no powerful will bending hers in that
blind persistence with which men and women
believe they have a right to impose a private
will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or
a cruel intention made the act seem no less a
crime as she looked upon it in that brief
moment of illumination.
And yet she had loved him—sometimes. Often
she had not. What did it matter! What could
love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the
face of this possession of self-assertion which
she sud- denly recognized as the strongest
impulse of her being!
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept Mispering.
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door
with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for
admis- sion. "Louise, open the door! I beg;
open the door—you will make yourself ill.
What are you doing, Louise? For heaven‘s sake
open the door." "Go away. I am not making
myself she was drinking in a very elixir of life
through that window.

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Her fancy was running riot along those

days ahead of her. Spring days, and
summer days, and all sorts of the days
that would be her own. She breathed a
quick prayer that life might be long. It
was only yesterday she had thought with a
shudder that life might be long.
She arose at length and opened the door to
her sister's importunities. There was a
feverish triumph in her eyes, and she
carried herself unwittingly like a goddess
of Vic- tory. She clasped her sister's waist,
and together they descended the stairs.
Richards stood waiting for them at the
bottom.
Someone was opening the front door with
a latch key. It was Brently Mallard who
entered, a little travel-stained, composedly
 carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He
had been far from the scene of the
accident, and did not even know there had
been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's
piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to
screen him from the view of his wife.
When the doctors came, they said she had
died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.

12. What is the story about?

13. From paragraph 5-14, what do you think

Mrs. Mallard feel?

14. ―It was only yesterday she had thought

with a shudder that life might be long.‖
(last sentence, paragraph 17)
What does it mean?

15. Did Mrs. Mallard feel sad about her

husband ‘s death?

16. What did the family mean by the phrase

―of the joy that kills‖ in last sentence?

17. What was the cause of Mrs. Mallard‘s

heart attack?