Fire and Water
Shundagarh is a village on India’s east-facing coast. It is a village of simple mud and grass houses built on the beach just above the water-line. The Khadra Hills rise immediately behind the village, to a height of one hundred and fifty meters. A simple, good-hearted old man, whose name was Jalpur, farmed two small fields on the very edge of these hills, overlooking Shundagarh. From his fields he could see the fishing-boats that travelled up and down the coast. He could see the children playing on the sand; their mothers washing clothes on the flat stones where the Shiva River flowed into the sea; and their fathers landing the latest catch or repairing nets and telling stories that had no end.
All Jalpur owned in the world were the clothes he wore day in and day out, the miserable hut that he slept in at night, a few tools and cooking pots—and his fields. The corn that he grew was all that made life possible. If the weather was k
A. men fishing and mothers and fathers playing with their children
B. fishermen mending their nets and washing them on flat stones
C. men fishing in the Shiva River and telling endless stories
D. men fishing, women washing and children playing
Fire and Water
Shundagarh is a village on India’s east-facing coast. It is a village of simple mud and grass houses built on the beach just above the water-line. The Khadra Hills rise immediately behind the village, to a height of one hundred and fifty meters. A simple, good-hearted old man, whose name was Jalpur, farmed two small fields on the very edge of these hills, overlooking Shundagarh. From his fields he could see the fishing-boats that travelled up and down the coast. He could see the children playing on the sand; their mothers washing clothes on the flat stones where the Shiva River flowed into the sea; and their fathers landing the latest catch or repairing nets and telling stories that had no end.
All Jalpur owned in the world were the clothes he wore day in and day out, the miserable hut that he slept in at night, a few tools and cooking pots—and his fields. The corn that he grew was all that made life possible. If the weather was k
A. one hundred and fifty metres above the waterline
B. of mud and grass houses in the Khadra Hills
C. of simple houses, built on the beach facing towards the east
D. built around small fields overlooking the coast
Shundagarh is a village on India’s east-facing coast. The Khadra Hills rise immediately behind the village, to a height of one hundred and fifty meters. A simple, good-hearted old man, whose name was Jalpur, farmed two small fields on the very edge of those hills. From his fields he could see everything up and down the coast. If the weather was kind and the harvest was good, Jalpur could live happily enough — not well, but happily. When there was little or no rain, then he came close to the line between a life which was too hard and death itself.
Last year the weather had been so kind and the harvest promised to be so good, that Jalpur had been wondering whether he could sell all that he had and live with his son farther up the coast. He had been thinking about doing this for some years. It was his dearest wish to spend his last days with his son and his family. But he would go only if he could give; he would not go if it meant taking food out of the mouth of
A. He gave his life for the lives of the whole village.
B. He is an unselfish man.
C. He thought more of others than of himself.
D. All of the above.
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