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Reаd the fоllоwing shоrt story аnd аnswer the questions that follow: “Two Leaves” from Bambi, A Life in the Woods By Felix Salten The leaves were falling from the big oak tree at the edge of the meadow. They were falling from all the trees. One of the branches of the oak was much higher up than the others and it stretched a long way out over the meadow. At its tip there sat two leaves together. “Things ain’t like they they used to be,” said one of the leaves. “They ain’t,” the other answered. “There were so many of us last night who ... we’re just about the only ones left here on this branch.” “You never know who it’s goin to ‘appen to next,” said the first. “Even when it was nice and warm and the sunshine gave you some heat you get a storm or a cloudburst sometimes, and lots of us got torn off then, even them that were still young. You never know who it’s goin to ‘appen to next.” “You don’t get much sunshine these days,” the second leaf sighed, “and even when the sun does shine there’s no strength to it. You’ve got to get your strength from somewhere else.” “Do you think it’s true,” pondered the first, “is it true that other leaves will come along and take our place once we’ve gone, and then another lot, and then another lot ...?” “Course it’s true,” whispered the second, “only, we can’t work out how ... it’s above what we can understand, that is.” “It’d make you really sad, and all,” the first added. They remained silent for a while. Then the first said quietly to himself, “What do you have to go away for, anyway?” The second asked, “What ‘appens to us after we’ve fallen?” “We sink down ...” “And what is it, what’s down there?” The first answered, “I don’t know. Some say one thing, others say something different ... nobody knows, really.” The second asked, “D’you think you feel anything, d’you think you know anything about yourself when you’re down there?” The first answered, "Who can say? None of them who've gone down there has ever come back to tell us." They were again  silent for a while. Then  the first leaf said tenderly to the other, “Don’t get yourself all upset about it, here, you’re shivering, look.”  "Oh  don't  bother  about  that,"  the  second  answered, "anything makes me  shiver these days. You just don't feel properly attached to where you are, do you."  “We’d  better  stop  talking about  things  like  that,”  said the first leaf.   “Yeah, we’d better leave it,” the other replied. “Only ... what we going to talk about now then?”   They became silent, but after a short time resumed the subject. “Who d’you think’s going to be the first of us to go down there, then...?”   “It  won’t  be  for  a  while  yet,”  the  first  reassured  him. “Let’s just think about how beautiful it used to be, how wonderfully  beautiful!  When  the  sun  came  out  and burned us so hot it semed we’d just swell up with all the good health it gave us. Remember? And then there was the dew, early in the morning ... and the lime trees, wonderful nights ...”   “The  nights  are  horrible  now,”  whined  the  second. “They never seem to come to an end.”   “We can’t complain,” said the first leaf gently, “we’ve lived longer than so many others.”   “Have I  changed much?” the  second  leaf asked, shyly but emphatically.   “Not  a  bit,”  the  first  assured  him. “What,  ‘cause  I’ve gone all yellow and ugly? No, it’s gone a bit different for me ...”   “Oh, give over,” the second contradicted.   “No, honest,” the first repeated emphatically. “It’s true, what  I’m  telling  you.  You’re  as  lovely  as  you  as  you were  on  the  very  first  day.  Might  be  a  few  yellow stripes  here  and  there,  but  not  so’s  you’d  notice,  but they just make you look all the lovelier. Honest!”   “Oh,  stop  it  now,”  said  the  first,  and  became  silent himself.  He  could  not  talk  any  more  because  he  was upset.  Now they were both silent. The hours passed. A damp wind blew cold and hostile through the tree tops.   “Oh ... now ...” said the second leaf, “... I ...” His voice broke off. He  was  gently  removed  from  his  place  and fluttered down to the earth. - Winter had come.

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