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Characters

 Tom sawyer 

young student interested in circuses and clowns who loves a girl named becky, he pssa her sleeping, bored and yawning in class, he kisses becky and he is not such a good student since he spends his time wasting.

Becky 

becky wue girl spends her breaks next to tom deo who is in love they kiss, then they separate, she hates rats and entertains herself with the adventures that tom tells,she had curly hair

The two of them spend a lot of time together, but one day they fought and Tom didn't go back to study and she cried and got depressed all the classes because she missed him so much.

Adventure of my life

 English festival

 Three years ago I prepared myself for a festival which was very difficult to pass and I began every day of the year to prepare myself because it was October 26 and there were 100 participants of which we passed 30 and in those thirty I stayed for the final which I competed that day and I was third with a song called 1000000 reasons and I managed to overcome my fears and start singing as I had always dreamed.

Festival de inglés

Hace tres años me prepare para un festival el cual era muy difícil de pasar y comencé cada día del año a prepararme porque era el 26 de octubre y habíamos 100 participantes de los cuales pasamos 30 y en esos treinta quedé yo para la final la cual competí ese día y quedé de terceras con una canción llamada 1000000 razones y logré superar mis miedos y pasar a cantar como siempre había soñado.

Playing a Game

 the game consists in that in pairs they are going to make a balloon in half of dls people in the shape of a heart they are going to try to prevent the balloon from breaking the balloon is going to have water inside and it is going to be in the shape of heart

Biography

 Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens; Florida, USA, 1835 - Redding, id., 1910) American writer. Tireless adventurer, he found in his own life the inspiration for his literary works. He grew up in Hannibal, a small riverside town on the Mississippi. At the age of twelve he lost his father, dropped out of school and entered a publishing house as an apprentice typographer, at the same time that he began to write his first journalistic articles in newsrooms in Philadelphia and Saint Louis.

At the age of eighteen, he decided to leave his home and begin his travels in search of adventure and, above all, fortune. He worked as a typographer for a time in his region, then headed to New Orleans; On the way he enrolled as an apprentice pilot of a river steamer, a profession that excited him and that he held for a time, until the Civil War of 1861 interrupted river traffic, ending his career as a pilot.

Later he headed west to the mountains of Nevada, where he worked in the primitive mining camps. His desire to make a fortune led him to search for gold, without much success, so he was forced to work as a journalist, writing articles that quickly took on a personal style. His first literary success came in 1865, with the short story The Famous Jumping Frog of Calaveras, which appeared in a newspaper already signed under the pseudonym of Mark Twain, the pilots' technical name meaning "mark two probes." As a journalist, he traveled to San Francisco, where he met the writer Bret Harte, who encouraged him to pursue his literary career. He then began a stage of continuous travel, as a journalist and lecturer, which took him to Polynesia and Europe, and whose experiences he recounted in the travel book The Innocents Abroad (1869), which was followed by A la brega (1872), in the one who recreates his adventures in the West.

After marrying Olivia Langdon in 1870, he settled in Connecticut. Six years later he published the first novel that would make him famous, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, based on his childhood on the banks of the Mississippi. He had previously written a novel in collaboration with C. D. Warner, The Golden Age (1873), considered quite mediocre. However, his literary talent was fully displayed with The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1882), a work also set on the banks of the Mississippi, although not as autobiographical as Tom Sawyer, and which is undoubtedly his masterpiece, and even one of the most highlights of American literature, for which he has been considered the American Dickens. Also noteworthy is Life on the Mississippi (1883), a work that, more than a novel, is a splendid evocation of the South, not without criticism, as a result of his work as a pilot.

With a popular style, full of humor, Mark Twain contrasts in these works the idealized world of childhood, innocent and at the same time mischievous, with a disenchanted conception of the adult man, the man of the industrial age, of the "golden age" that followed the civil war, deluded by morality and civilization. In his later works, however, the sense of humor and the freshness of the childhood world evoked give way to an increasingly evident pessimism and bitterness, although expressed with irony and sarcasm. A series of personal misfortunes, including the death of one of his daughters and his wife, as well as a serious financial loss, overshadowed the last years of his life. In one of his last works, The Mysterious Stranger, he stated that he felt like a supernatural visitor, arrived with Halley's Comet, and that he had to leave Earth with the comet's next reappearance, as it actually happened.

Questions

 What did Tom pretend was the matter with him so he didn’t have to go to school?  

Why was Tom forbidden to play with Huckleberry Finn?  

What did Huck say dead cats help cure?   

Why did Tom tell the truth about talking to Huck Finn and being late to school?  

Why do people believe in superstitions?

distrust mistrust between people

Do you have any superstitions? 

I know when a person is going to fail me, I can sense it

I know when a person is going to fail me

Describe Huck using 3 quotes from the book. 

Draw a diagram of the game that Tom and Joe play. 

What mistake does Tom make with Becky? 

he falls in love with her and doesn't tell her that he had another girl before her

After the fight with Becky, Tom first dreams of ________. 

Then he thinks he might be a ____, a______, or a _____. 

He finally decides to become a ____, because __________________________________ 

Why won't Tom "fall" (die) when he and Joe are "sword-fighting"? 

Give three examples of superstitions in these three chapters. 

How do their superstitions compare with some of the ones we still have today?

we are afraid that people will fail us

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Summary

 

RESUMEN CAPITULO VII

Tom intentaba concentrarse en su libro con veinticinco estudiantes más tenía mucho sueño y bostezaba, a lo lejos, bajo el sol abrasador, Cardiff Hill levantaba sus suaves lados verdes a través de un resplandeciente velo de calor, teñido con el púrpura de la distancia; algunos pájaros flotaban en el aire con alas perezosas; no se veía ningún otro ser vivo excepto algunas vacas, y estaban dormidas. Ansiaba entretenerse con algún pasatiempo, al introducir su mano al bolsillo su rostro se iluminó con un brillo de gratitud que era oración, aunque él no lo sabía. Luego, furtivamente, salió la caja del casquete de percusión una garrapata, la cual comenzó a viajar y el a desviarla de su recorrido con un alfiler, Joe Harper también yacía aburrido concentrado en el entretenimiento de tom , Joe se quitó un alfiler de la solapa y comenzó a ayudar a ejercitar al prisionero. El deporte creció en interés. Pronto, Tom dijo que estaban interfiriendo entre sí y que ninguno obtenía el máximo beneficio de la garrapata. Así que puso la pizarra de Joe sobre el escritorio y dibujó una línea en el medio de arriba a abajo.

“Ahora”- dijo él,”'mientras él esté de tu lado, puedes despertarlo y lo dejaré solo; pero si lo dejas escapar y te pones de mi lado, lo dejarás en paz mientras yo pueda evitar que cruce”.

'Muy bien, adelante; ponlo en marcha.

La garrapata se escapó de Tom y cruzó el ecuador. Joe lo acosó un rato y luego se escapó y volvió a cruzar. Este cambio de base ocurría a menudo. Mientras uno de los muchachos acariciaba la garrapata con un interés absorbente, el otro miraba con gran interés, las dos cabezas inclinadas juntas sobre la pizarra, y las dos almas muertas para todo lo demás.

Tom no pudo soportarlo más. La tentación era demasiado fuerte. Así que extendió la mano y echó una mano con su alfiler. Joe se enojó en un momento.

Dijó el: 'Tom, déjalo en paz'. 'Solo quiero agitarlo un poco, Joe'.

‘No, señor, no es justo; simplemente déjalo en paz.

'Maldita sea, no lo voy a agitar mucho'. 'Déjalo en paz, te lo digo'.

'¡No lo haré!'

'Deberás, él está en mi lado de la línea'. 'Mira, Joe Harper, ¿de quién es esa garrapata?'

"No me importa de quién es la garrapata, está en mi lado de la línea y no lo tocarás".

'Bueno, apuesto a que lo haré, sin embargo. ¡Él es mi garrapata y haré lo que culpe con él, por favor, o moriré!

Un tremendo golpe cayó sobre los hombros de Tom, y su duplicado sobre los de Joe; y por espacio de dos minutos el polvo siguió volando de las dos chaquetas y toda la escuela para disfrutarlo.los niños estuvieron tan absortos que no notaron la aparición del maestro en la clase

Cuando terminaron las clases al mediodía, Tom voló hacia Becky Thatcher y le susurró al oído:

“Ponte el gorro y di que te vas a casa; y cuando llegues a la esquina, esquiva a los demás, gira por el camino y regresa. Iré por el otro lado y pasaré por encima de ellos de la misma manera.

Así que uno se fue con un grupo de eruditos y el otro con otro. Al rato los dos se encontraron al final del camino, y cuando llegaron a la escuela lo tenían todo para ellos solos. Luego se sentaron juntos, con una pizarra delante de ellos, y Tom le dio a Becky el lápiz y tomó su mano en la de él, guiándola, y así crearon otra casa sorprendente. Cuando el interés por el arte comenzó a decaer, los dos se pusieron a hablar. Tom estaba nadando en la felicidad. Él dijo: '¿Te encantan las ratas?',los dos hablaron que no les agradaban las ratas sino el chicle y mascaron un trozo cada uno ,era muy satisfactorio ,se pusiseron a hablar de circos y uno de ellos quiere ser payaso cuando crezca ya que son encantadores los payasos ,hablaron del amor y el matrimonio ,les gustaría casarse algún dia  ,hablaron de besos y amor y ella le dijo a el que lo ama luego corrió hasta los bancos con tom y se refugio en su blanco delantal ,tom la abrazo por el cuello y ella se rindió y se besaron ,hicieron un trato para amarse y casarse solo ellos y no con otra persona cada uno ,ella supo que antes había besado a otra persona tom comenzó a llorar y a explicarle que solo la quería a ella y ella no lo creyo tom le dijo que solo la amaba a ella y ella no le creyo el salio y luego regreso para dar unas palabras y tampoco le creyo ella asi que el se fue y no volvió a clase en ese dia ,ella salio y lo busco y no apareció ,grito su nombre y no lo encontró ,entraron los eruditos al salón y con el corazón roto se quedo allí tratando de disimular entre todos ellos en una tarde triste y dolorosa .

SUMMARY CHAPTER VII

Tom was trying to concentrate on his book with twenty-five other students he was very sleepy and yawning, in the distance, in the scorching sun, Cardiff Hill lifted its smooth green sides through a shimmering veil of heat, tinged with the purple of distance; some birds floated in the air with lazy wings; no other living thing was to be seen except a few cows, and they were asleep. He longed to entertain himself with some hobby, when he put his hand in his pocket his face lit up with a glow of gratitude that was prayer, although he did not know it. Then furtively out of the percussion cap box a tick began to travel and he deflected it with a pin, Joe Harper also lay bored concentrating on Tom's entertainment, Joe removed a pin from his lapel and began to help exercise the prisoner. The sport grew in interest. Soon Tom said that they were interfering with each other and neither was getting the maximum benefit from the tick. So he put Joe's whiteboard on the desk and drew a line down the middle from top to bottom.

“Now,” he said, “as long as he's on your side, you can wake him up and I'll leave him alone; but if you let him get away and side with me, you'll leave him alone as long as I can keep him from crossing."

'Well ahead; get it going.

The tick escaped from Tom and crossed the equator. Joe harassed him for a while and then he ran away and came back across. This base change happened often. While one of the boys stroked the tick with absorbing interest, the other watched with keen interest, the two heads bent together over the blackboard, the two souls dead to all else.

Tom couldn't take it anymore. The temptation was too strong. So he reached out and lent a hand with his pin. Joe got mad at one point.

He said, 'Tom, leave him alone.' 'I just want to shake it up a bit, Joe.'

'No, sir, it's not fair; just leave it alone.

'Damn, I'm not going to shake it too much.' 'Leave him alone, I'm telling you.'

'I will not do it!'

'You should, he's on my side of the line.' 'Look, Joe Harper, whose tick is that?'

"I don't care whose tick it is, it's on my side of the line and you won't touch it."

'Well, I bet I will, though. He is my tick and I will do what I blame with him please or I will die!

A tremendous blow fell on Tom's shoulders, and his duplicate on Joe's; and for two minutes the dust kept flying off the two jackets and the whole school to enjoy it. the children were so engrossed that they did not notice the teacher's appearance in the class

When classes ended at noon, Tom flew over to Becky Thatcher and whispered in her ear:

“Put on your hat and say you're going home; and when you get to the corner, dodge the others, turn down the path and go back. I'll go the other way and run over them the same way.

 

So one went with one group of scholars and the other with another. After a while the two met at the end of the road, and when they got to the school they had everything to themselves. Then they sat together, a blackboard in front of them, and Tom handed Becky the pencil and took her hand in his, guiding her, and they created another amazing house. When interest in art began to wane, the two began to talk. Tom was swimming in happiness. He said: 'Do you love rats?', the two said that they did not like rats but gum and chewed a piece each, it was very satisfying, they started talking about circuses and one of them wants to be a clown when he grows up since clowns are lovely, they talked about love and marriage, they would like to get married someday, they talked about kisses and love and she told him that she loves him then she ran to the benches with tom and took refuge in her white apron, tom I hugged her by the neck and she gave in and they kissed, they made a deal to love each other and marry only them and not with another person each, she knew that she had kissed another person before, Tom began to cry and explain that he only loved her she and she didn't believe it tom told her t

hat he only loved her and she didn't believe him he left and then came back to say a few words and she didn't believe him either so he left and didn't come back to class that day, she left and I look for him and he did not appear, I shout his name and he did not find him, the er entered He went to the living room and with a broken heart he stayed there trying to hide between all of them on a sad and painful afternoon.

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 Chapter VII

THE harder Tom tried to fasten his mind on his book, the more his ideas wandered. So at last, with a sigh and a yawn, he gave it up. It seemed to him that the noon recess would never come. The air was utterly dead. There was not a breath stirring. It was the sleepiest of sleepy days.

The drowsing murmur of the five and twenty studying scholars soothed the soul like the spell that is in the murmur of bees. Away off in the flaming sunshine, Cardiff Hill lifted its soft green sides through a shimmering veil of heat, tinted with the purple of distance; a few birds floated on lazy wing high in the air; no other living thing was visible but some cows, and they were asleep. Tom’s heart ached to be free, or else to have something of interest to do to pass the dreary time. His hand wandered into his pocket and his face lit up with a glow of gratitude that was prayer, though he did not know it. Then furtively the percussion-cap box came out. He released the tick and put him on the long flat desk. The creature probably glowed with a gratitude that amounted to prayer, too, at this moment, but it was premature: for when he started thankfully to travel off, Tom turned him aside with a pin and made him take a new direction.

Tom’s bosom friend sat next him, suffering just as Tom had been, and now he was deeply and gratefully interested in this entertainment in an instant. This bosom friend was Joe Harper. The two boys were sworn Friends all the week, and embattled enemies on Saturdays. Joe took a pin out of his lapel and began to assist in exercising the prisoner. The sport grew in interest. Soon Tom said that they were interfering with each other, and neither getting the fullest benefit of the tick. So he put Joe’s slate on the desk and drew a line down the middle of it from top to bottom.

‘Now,’ said he, ‘as long as he is on your side you can stir him up and I’ll let him alone; but if you let him get away and get on my side, you’re to leave him alone as long as I can keep him from crossing over.’

‘All right, go ahead; start him up.’

The tick escaped from Tom, presently, and crossed the equator. Joe harassed him awhile, and then he got away and crossed back again. This change of base occurred often. While one boy was worrying the tick with absorbing interest, the other would look on with interest as strong, the two heads bowed together over the slate, and the two souls dead to all things else. At last luck seemed to settle and abide with Joe. The tick tried this, that, and the other course, and got as excited and as anxious as the boys themselves, but time and again just as he would have victory in his very grasp, so to speak, and Tom’s fingers would be twitching to begin, Joe’s pin would deftly head him off, and keep possession. At last Tom could stand it no longer. The temptation was too strong. So he reached out and lent a hand with his pin. Joe was angry in a moment. Said he:

‘Tom, you let him alone.’ ‘I only just want to stir him up a little, Joe.’

‘No, sir, it ain’t fair; you just let him alone.’

‘Blame it, I ain’t going to stir him much.’ ‘Let him alone, I tell you.’

‘I won’t!’

‘You shall — he’s on my side of the line.’ ‘Look here, Joe Harper, whose is that tick?’

‘I don’t care whose tick he is — he’s on my side of the line, and you sha’n’t touch him.’

‘Well, I’ll just bet I will, though. He’s my tick and I’ll do what I blame please with him, or die!’

A tremendous whack came down on Tom’s shoulders, and its duplicate on Joe’s; and for the space of two minutes the dust continued to fly from the two jackets and the whole school to enjoy it. The boys had been too absorbed to notice the hush that had stolen upon the school awhile before when the master came tiptoeing down the room and stood over them. He had contemplated a good part of the performance before he contributed his bit of variety to it.

When school broke up at noon, Tom flew to Becky Thatcher, and whispered in her ear:

‘Put on your bonnet and let on you’re going home; and when you get to the corner, give the rest of ‘em the slip, and turn down through the lane and come back. I’ll go the other way and come it over ‘em the same way.’

So the one went off with one group of scholars, and the other with another. In a little while the two met at the bottom of the lane, and when they reached the school they had it all to themselves. Then they sat together, with a slate before them, and Tom gave Becky the pencil and held her hand in his, guiding it, and so created another surprising house. When the interest in art began to wane, the two fell to talking. Tom was swimming in bliss. He said: ‘Do you love rats?’

‘No! I hate them!’

‘Well, I do, too — LIVE ones. But I mean dead ones, to swing round your head with a string.’

‘No, I don’t care for rats much, anyway. What I like is chewing gum.’

‘Oh, I should say so! I wish I had some now.’

‘Do you? I’ve got some. I’ll let you it awhile, but you must give it back to me.’

That was agreeable, so they chewed it turn about, and dangled their legs against the bench in excess of contentment.

‘Was you ever at a circus?’ said Tom. ‘Yes, and my pa’s going to take me again some time, if

I’m good.’ ‘I been to the circus three or four times — lots of times. Church ain’t shucks to a circus. There’s things going on at a circus all the time. I’m going to be a clown in a circus when I grow up.’

‘Oh, are you! That will be nice. They’re so lovely, all spotted up.’

‘Yes, that’s so. And they get slathers of money — most a dollar a day, Ben Rogers says. Say, Becky, was you ever engaged?’

‘What’s that?’

‘Why, engaged to be married.’ ‘No.’

‘Would you like to?’ ‘I reckon so. I don’t know. What is it like?’

‘Like? Why it ain’t like anything. You only just tell a boy you won’t ever have anybody but him, ever ever ever, and then you kiss and that’s all. Any- body can do it.’

‘Kiss? What do you kiss for?’ ‘Why, that, you know, is to — well, they always do that.’

‘Everybody?’ ‘Why, yes, everybody that’s in love with each other.

Do you remember what I wrote on the slate?’ ‘Ye — yes.’

‘What was it?’ ‘I sha’n’t tell you.’

‘Shall I tell YOU?’ ‘Ye — yes — but some other time.’

‘No, now.’ ‘No, not now — to-morrow.’

‘Oh, no, NOW. Please, Becky — I’ll whisper it, I’ll whisper it ever so easy.’

Becky hesitating, Tom took silence for consent, and passed his arm about her waist and whispered the tale ever so softly, with his mouth close to her ear. And then he added: ‘Now you whisper it to me — just the same.’

She resisted, for a while, and then said: ‘You turn your face away so you can’t see, and then I

will. But you mustn’t ever tell anybody — WILL you, Tom? Now you won’t, WILL you?’

‘No, indeed, indeed I won’t. Now, Becky.’

He turned his face away. She bent timidly around till her breath stirred his curls and whispered, ‘I — love — you!’

Then she sprang away and ran around and around the desks and benches, with Tom after her, and took refuge in a corner at last, with her little white apron to her face.

Tom clasped her about her neck and pleaded: ‘Now, Becky, it’s all done — all over but the kiss.

Don’t you be afraid of that — it ain’t anything at all.

Please, Becky.’ And he tugged at her apron and the hands.

By and by she gave up, and let her hands drop; her face, all glowing with the struggle, came up and

submitted. Tom kissed the red lips and said:

‘Now it’s all done, Becky. And always after this, you know, you ain’t ever to love anybody but me, and you ain’t ever to marry anybody but me, ever never and forever. Will you?’

‘No, I’ll never love anybody but you, Tom, and I’ll never marry anybody but you — and you ain’t to ever marry anybody but me, either.’

‘Certainly. Of course. That’s PART of it. And always coming to school or when we’re going home, you’re to walk with me, when there ain’t anybody looking — and you choose me and I choose you at parties, because that’s the way you do when you’re engapleadged.’

‘It’s so nice. I never heard of it before.’

‘Oh, it’s ever so gay! Why, me and Amy Lawrence —‘

The big eyes told Tom his blunder and he stopped, confused.

‘Oh, Tom! Then I ain’t the first you’ve ever been engaged to!’

The child began to cry. Tom said: ‘Oh, don’t cry, Becky, I don’t care for her any more.’

‘Yes, you do, Tom — you know you do.’

Tom tried to put his arm about her neck, but she pushed him away and turned her face to the wall, and went on crying. Tom tried again, with sooth- ing words in his mouth, and was repulsed again. Then his was up, and he strode away and went outside. He stood about, restless and uneasy, for a while, glancing at the door, every now and then, hoping she would repent and come to find him. But she did not. Then he began to feel badly and fear that he was in the wrong. It was a hard struggle with him to make new advances, now, but he nerved himself to it and entered. She was still standing back there in the corner, sobbing, with her face to the wall. Tom’s heart smote him. He went to her and stood a moment, not knowing exactly how to proceed. Then he said

hesitatingly: ‘Becky, I — I don’t care for anybody but you.’

No reply — but sobs.

‘Becky’ — pleadingly. ‘Becky, won’t you say something?’  More sobs.

Tom got out his chiefest jewel, a brass knob from the top of an andiron, and passed it around her so that she could see it, and said:

‘Please, Becky, won’t you take it?’

She struck it to the floor. Then Tom marched out of the house and over the hills and far away, to return to school no more that day. Presently Becky began to suspect. She ran to the door; he was not in sight; she flew around to the play yard; he was not there. Then she called:

 ‘Tom! Come back, Tom!’

She listened intently, but there was no answer. She had no companions but silence and loneliness. So she sat down to cry again and upbraid herself; and by this time the scholars began to gather again, and she had to hide her griefs and still her broken heart and take up the cross of a long, dreary, aching afternoon, with none among the strangers about her to exchange sorrows with.

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