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C
“Wanted: Violin. Can't pay much. Call...”
Why did I notice that? I wondered, since I seldom look at such ads.
I put the paper on my lap and closed my eyes, remembering what had happened many years before, when my family struggled to make a living on our farm. I, too, had wanted a violin, but we didn't have the money.
When my arms grew long enough, how I wanted one! But I knew it was out of the question.
It was not a good year. At harvest the crops did not bring as much as we had hoped. Yet even though times were hard, I couldn't wait any longer to ask, “Daddy, may I have a violin of my own?”
Daddy looked sad. That night, and many following nights, I heard him say, “... Mary wants her own violin.”
One evening we all sat around the table. Daddy wrote a letter to his friend, Mr Finkle, a fine violinist.
When Daddy received a letter from Columbus a few weeks later, he announced, “We'll be driving to Columbus.”
The day finally arrived. After we got there, Mr Finkle, a tall man, older than Daddy, opened the door. “Come in!” He and Daddy heartily shook hands, both talking at once.
He picked up a case, opened it, lifted out a violin and started to play. The melody surged and spoke like waterfalls. Oh, to play like him, I thought.
“Carl, I found it in a pawn shop for seven dollars. It's a good violin. Mary should be able to make beautiful music with it.” Then he handed the violin to me.
I noticed the tears in Daddy's eyes as I finally comprehended. It was mine! I stroked the violin gently. The wood was a golden brown that seemed to warm in the light. “It's beautiful,” I said, barely breathing.
The day I carried my violin to school for my first lesson no one could imagine the bursting feeling in my heart. Over the months I practised daily, feeling the warm wood fit under my chin like an extension of myself.
When I was ready to join the school orchestra (管弦乐队), I trembled with excitement. I sat in the third row of violins and wore my white orchestra jacket like a royal robe. My heart beat wildly at my first public performance, a school operetta. I felt sure everyone in the audience was watching me. Daddy and Mother smiled proudly at their little girl. And soon I found myself in the first - violin chair.
I thought of Daddy, who did all he could to fill my needs and desires when I was a little girl. I wonder if I had ever thanked him.
At last I picked up the newspaper, walked to the phone and dialed the number. Later in the day, a man in his 30s knocked on the door. “My daughter wants a violin so badly,” he said. “How much are you asking?” Any music store, I knew, would offer me a nice sum. But now I heard my voice answer, “Seven dollars.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, reminding so much of Daddy.
Later, I saw his wife and children waiting in an old car. The door suddenly opened and a young girl ran to him. She hugged the violin case against her, then dropped to her knees and snapped open the case. She touched the violin lightly as it caught the glow of the late - afternoon sun, then turned and threw her arms around her smiling father.
(
A. Carl wrote a letter to Mr Finkle for giving him a violin.
B. Mary's family lived a harder life because of the poor harvest.
C. Mary was in the first - violin chair at her first school performance.
D. Mary was sure she would be a great violinist like Mr Finkle.
(
A. Doubtful.
B. Impossible.
C. Natural.
D. Certain.
(
A. Mary passed her love to others in the way Mr Finkle did.
B. Mary never said thanks to her father who had passed away.
C. The young man's family had no money to pay for the violin.
D. Mary knew why her father took her to Columbus before going.
(
A. A violinist and a farmer
B. A little girl and her father
C. The violin in the setting sun
D. A violin in an advertisement
“Wanted: Violin. Can't pay much. Call...”
Why did I notice that? I wondered, since I seldom look at such ads.
I put the paper on my lap and closed my eyes, remembering what had happened many years before, when my family struggled to make a living on our farm. I, too, had wanted a violin, but we didn't have the money.
When my arms grew long enough, how I wanted one! But I knew it was out of the question.
It was not a good year. At harvest the crops did not bring as much as we had hoped. Yet even though times were hard, I couldn't wait any longer to ask, “Daddy, may I have a violin of my own?”
Daddy looked sad. That night, and many following nights, I heard him say, “... Mary wants her own violin.”
One evening we all sat around the table. Daddy wrote a letter to his friend, Mr Finkle, a fine violinist.
When Daddy received a letter from Columbus a few weeks later, he announced, “We'll be driving to Columbus.”
The day finally arrived. After we got there, Mr Finkle, a tall man, older than Daddy, opened the door. “Come in!” He and Daddy heartily shook hands, both talking at once.
He picked up a case, opened it, lifted out a violin and started to play. The melody surged and spoke like waterfalls. Oh, to play like him, I thought.
“Carl, I found it in a pawn shop for seven dollars. It's a good violin. Mary should be able to make beautiful music with it.” Then he handed the violin to me.
I noticed the tears in Daddy's eyes as I finally comprehended. It was mine! I stroked the violin gently. The wood was a golden brown that seemed to warm in the light. “It's beautiful,” I said, barely breathing.
The day I carried my violin to school for my first lesson no one could imagine the bursting feeling in my heart. Over the months I practised daily, feeling the warm wood fit under my chin like an extension of myself.
When I was ready to join the school orchestra (管弦乐队), I trembled with excitement. I sat in the third row of violins and wore my white orchestra jacket like a royal robe. My heart beat wildly at my first public performance, a school operetta. I felt sure everyone in the audience was watching me. Daddy and Mother smiled proudly at their little girl. And soon I found myself in the first - violin chair.
I thought of Daddy, who did all he could to fill my needs and desires when I was a little girl. I wonder if I had ever thanked him.
At last I picked up the newspaper, walked to the phone and dialed the number. Later in the day, a man in his 30s knocked on the door. “My daughter wants a violin so badly,” he said. “How much are you asking?” Any music store, I knew, would offer me a nice sum. But now I heard my voice answer, “Seven dollars.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, reminding so much of Daddy.
Later, I saw his wife and children waiting in an old car. The door suddenly opened and a young girl ran to him. She hugged the violin case against her, then dropped to her knees and snapped open the case. She touched the violin lightly as it caught the glow of the late - afternoon sun, then turned and threw her arms around her smiling father.
(
B
) 38. Which of the following is true according to the passage?A. Carl wrote a letter to Mr Finkle for giving him a violin.
B. Mary's family lived a harder life because of the poor harvest.
C. Mary was in the first - violin chair at her first school performance.
D. Mary was sure she would be a great violinist like Mr Finkle.
(
B
) 39. What does the underlined phrase “out of the question” mean?A. Doubtful.
B. Impossible.
C. Natural.
D. Certain.
(
A
) 40. What can we infer (推断) from the passage?A. Mary passed her love to others in the way Mr Finkle did.
B. Mary never said thanks to her father who had passed away.
C. The young man's family had no money to pay for the violin.
D. Mary knew why her father took her to Columbus before going.
(
C
) 41. What can be the best title for the passage?A. A violinist and a farmer
B. A little girl and her father
C. The violin in the setting sun
D. A violin in an advertisement
答案:
38—41 BBAC
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