Asked by martha
How do you say the word "love" and "kind" is many languages. (the language doesnt matter, a list would be great)
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Writeacher
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love#Cultural_views
Be sure to read about Greek and Roman words.
"kind" will depend on what you mean: sort or type? caring feeling? what? You'd be better off looking up "kindness" in Google translate.
http://translate.google.com/?hl=en&tab=wT
http://www.123teachme.com/spanish_word_for/kind
http://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C2GGGE_enUS379US455&hl=en&site=&q=french+for+kind&oq=french+for+kind&aq=1&aqi=g4g-s1g-v2g-j3&aql=&gs_sm=1&gs_upl=2241l8396l0l13179l15l15l0l0l0l0l283l1882l0.8.2l10l0
Keep on looking them up.
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Please name the factors, what is happening in this scene and anything else about the setting. In ten parapghs.
The musical tone now changed and I got closer than before, at length the stair went round one last time.
I halted and found myself staring at a wooden door, war, orange light flooded from the bottom and top of the door and throw the keyhole. Peeking through I saw two welfs playing a flute and a drum. A third welf sat their with his harp but he had stopped playing and was fixing the strings.
I saw the fire in the fireplace, it was crackling brightly and was indeed an amazing sight. Two welfs sat by the fire, and a short hairy creature I had never before seen. A human was seated on a stool and was smoking a pipe, I watched as the smoky hands curled up and wafted towards the wooden beamed ceiling.
As I was looking a welf boy come from somewhere in the distance, I recognized him immediately. It was Brandun. Fear gripped me, he was carrying a tray of ale. Was he perhaps a waiter here by night? I shuddered as I touched my very sore facial cuts, one broke open and began to bleed again.
Brandun set the tray at the human’s feet. The human nodded and Brandun vanished from my site again. Soon after he reappeared and made his way straight for the door! I suppressed a yelp and hid myself aside the door, I tried to squeeze my entire body into the corner. But I simply kept myself there and tried to stop my shacky breaths from being too loud.
The door opened with a terrifying groan and Brandun walked past me and then descended the stairs. I watched as his outline vanished below me. With a sigh of relief, I darted into the tavern hall. I quickly sat on a stool in the very corner of the room as far from the fire and light as I might. I snuggled beneath a table; I did not know what I was doing but fear was one factor for my actions.
I simply sat there and listened to the music, whilst hoping Brandun would never return and would die or something like that. Or maybe death would be too harsh. But still! He might beat me up like he did the last time, and I did not like that idea at all.
The musical tone now changed and I got closer than before, at length the stair went round one last time.
I halted and found myself staring at a wooden door, war, orange light flooded from the bottom and top of the door and throw the keyhole. Peeking through I saw two welfs playing a flute and a drum. A third welf sat their with his harp but he had stopped playing and was fixing the strings.
I saw the fire in the fireplace, it was crackling brightly and was indeed an amazing sight. Two welfs sat by the fire, and a short hairy creature I had never before seen. A human was seated on a stool and was smoking a pipe, I watched as the smoky hands curled up and wafted towards the wooden beamed ceiling.
As I was looking a welf boy come from somewhere in the distance, I recognized him immediately. It was Brandun. Fear gripped me, he was carrying a tray of ale. Was he perhaps a waiter here by night? I shuddered as I touched my very sore facial cuts, one broke open and began to bleed again.
Brandun set the tray at the human’s feet. The human nodded and Brandun vanished from my site again. Soon after he reappeared and made his way straight for the door! I suppressed a yelp and hid myself aside the door, I tried to squeeze my entire body into the corner. But I simply kept myself there and tried to stop my shacky breaths from being too loud.
The door opened with a terrifying groan and Brandun walked past me and then descended the stairs. I watched as his outline vanished below me. With a sigh of relief, I darted into the tavern hall. I quickly sat on a stool in the very corner of the room as far from the fire and light as I might. I snuggled beneath a table; I did not know what I was doing but fear was one factor for my actions.
I simply sat there and listened to the music, whilst hoping Brandun would never return and would die or something like that. Or maybe death would be too harsh. But still! He might beat me up like he did the last time, and I did not like that idea at all.
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W
what else can be said/
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what else?
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and?
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name each charcter and a soemthign about them
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Lastly describe everything in ordder of what happens in this scene
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Name the factors, morales, and everythign els ein this scnee
A knock was heard at Manny’s polished door, the fireplace was burning warmly, crackling with a sense of sweet warmth and awe.
The door opened slightly and Atha stuck her head of long golden hair into the room. She flashed a smile at Manny, and Manny sat back with a frown on his face.
“What do you want?” He asked and the annoyance in his voice was clear to hear, “I will sell the starstone, it is the only way to make the money. You got the gumentals to go against me, but we need money to finish the building of the tower, so I will sell it. If you have come to bother me on this, then I say: shut up.”
“Shut up?” Atha asked with equal annoyance, “The magnas gave the starstone to us! Shut it will you!”
Manny stood up stiffly from his chair and slammed his palms on his polished desk. He gazed fiercely at her, his eyes ablaze with wrath.
“SHUT UP!!” He roared, Atha gasped and took a few steps back towards the door, her green robes trembled on her body. Her blue eyes went round.
“I!” Manny cried angrily, “Am the lord of the gumentals!” He poured the power of the beast behind his words and the stain-glass windows shattered into hundreds of sparkling pieces.
Atha swallowed her fear.
“But you dare to speak to me in such a manner!” Manny went on he slammed his fists into the table, filtering the power of Strenok into his fists, the table cracked asunder and fell into the large pieces on the floor, charred papers flew upward and sailed in the air, before resting on the floor.
“Calm!” Atha said as she stepped forward, “Please my lord,” a womanly tone fell upon her words and Manny’s angry black eyes softened slightly.
“You—you should treat me with respect,” Manny said pointing a shaking finger in her face, he was still trembling with rage. His clean-shaven face was red.
“I understand,” Atha said and she drew closer to him, she brushed her long golden hair from her face.
“Good,” Manny said.
“I just see it wrong to sell the starstone, the magnas gifted to us,” Atha replied, “It would be a shame to lose it.”
“Silence,” Manny said with a fake laugh, “I care not, I am firm. I am a root in the earth. You shall not shake me.”
“Not even if I am a shovel?” Atha asked, “If you do this—you will lose the respect of any gumentals in the tower. It is not right! This is not what should be done! We must—,” but Manny interrupted her.
“No,” Manny said, “If they like me or not, I am the leader of the gumentals. I care not what they think. I am lord of the gumentals until death says otherwise.”
“But what if death takes you now?” Atha muttered under her breath; she shook her head.
“What did you say?” Manny asked.
“Nothing my lord,” Atha replied a tear sprang to her right eye and she lowered her face. Manny frowned his brow clouded with worry he had never seen Atha cry.
“What is wrong Atha?” Manny asked.
“You—you are what is wrong,” Atha cried with a sob, “You never listen to what I tell you! I tried to council you! We tried to council you! But you just keep going! You grow dumber and dumber. Shall you be the dumbest gumental to ever live? Dumb! I did not want it to come to this! But you have given me no choice and for the sake of the gumental tower it must be done,” she cried and moved even closer to him, she raised her head and the tears where streaming down her face. Her hand slipped into her robe’s pocket.
“What? I am dumb? What is so dumb about me?” Manny asked with an uncomfortable smile.
“What has been brewing beneath your very nose is enough to show your dumbness,” Atha sobbed and she pulled in a shaky breath, she looked him straight in the eye, her eyes overflowing with tears, “This—this—this is for gumentals.”
Her hand flew from her pocket and her dagger came out with it, Manny yelped as the steel blade sunk through her brown robes and sunk deep into his flesh. Even into his gut, he screamed in pain.
“You! You—why?” Manny asked tears coming to his eyes, “You betray me!”
“Sorry,” Atha said and she twisted the blade, Manny fell limp to the floor and she pulled the blade from his gut. His blood soaked his clothes and began to wet the wooden floor.
“Sorry,” She said once more, “I know what awaits me, and shall go to meet it. I did a wrong in killing you sir,” she told the dead man and she left the room.
A knock was heard at Manny’s polished door, the fireplace was burning warmly, crackling with a sense of sweet warmth and awe.
The door opened slightly and Atha stuck her head of long golden hair into the room. She flashed a smile at Manny, and Manny sat back with a frown on his face.
“What do you want?” He asked and the annoyance in his voice was clear to hear, “I will sell the starstone, it is the only way to make the money. You got the gumentals to go against me, but we need money to finish the building of the tower, so I will sell it. If you have come to bother me on this, then I say: shut up.”
“Shut up?” Atha asked with equal annoyance, “The magnas gave the starstone to us! Shut it will you!”
Manny stood up stiffly from his chair and slammed his palms on his polished desk. He gazed fiercely at her, his eyes ablaze with wrath.
“SHUT UP!!” He roared, Atha gasped and took a few steps back towards the door, her green robes trembled on her body. Her blue eyes went round.
“I!” Manny cried angrily, “Am the lord of the gumentals!” He poured the power of the beast behind his words and the stain-glass windows shattered into hundreds of sparkling pieces.
Atha swallowed her fear.
“But you dare to speak to me in such a manner!” Manny went on he slammed his fists into the table, filtering the power of Strenok into his fists, the table cracked asunder and fell into the large pieces on the floor, charred papers flew upward and sailed in the air, before resting on the floor.
“Calm!” Atha said as she stepped forward, “Please my lord,” a womanly tone fell upon her words and Manny’s angry black eyes softened slightly.
“You—you should treat me with respect,” Manny said pointing a shaking finger in her face, he was still trembling with rage. His clean-shaven face was red.
“I understand,” Atha said and she drew closer to him, she brushed her long golden hair from her face.
“Good,” Manny said.
“I just see it wrong to sell the starstone, the magnas gifted to us,” Atha replied, “It would be a shame to lose it.”
“Silence,” Manny said with a fake laugh, “I care not, I am firm. I am a root in the earth. You shall not shake me.”
“Not even if I am a shovel?” Atha asked, “If you do this—you will lose the respect of any gumentals in the tower. It is not right! This is not what should be done! We must—,” but Manny interrupted her.
“No,” Manny said, “If they like me or not, I am the leader of the gumentals. I care not what they think. I am lord of the gumentals until death says otherwise.”
“But what if death takes you now?” Atha muttered under her breath; she shook her head.
“What did you say?” Manny asked.
“Nothing my lord,” Atha replied a tear sprang to her right eye and she lowered her face. Manny frowned his brow clouded with worry he had never seen Atha cry.
“What is wrong Atha?” Manny asked.
“You—you are what is wrong,” Atha cried with a sob, “You never listen to what I tell you! I tried to council you! We tried to council you! But you just keep going! You grow dumber and dumber. Shall you be the dumbest gumental to ever live? Dumb! I did not want it to come to this! But you have given me no choice and for the sake of the gumental tower it must be done,” she cried and moved even closer to him, she raised her head and the tears where streaming down her face. Her hand slipped into her robe’s pocket.
“What? I am dumb? What is so dumb about me?” Manny asked with an uncomfortable smile.
“What has been brewing beneath your very nose is enough to show your dumbness,” Atha sobbed and she pulled in a shaky breath, she looked him straight in the eye, her eyes overflowing with tears, “This—this—this is for gumentals.”
Her hand flew from her pocket and her dagger came out with it, Manny yelped as the steel blade sunk through her brown robes and sunk deep into his flesh. Even into his gut, he screamed in pain.
“You! You—why?” Manny asked tears coming to his eyes, “You betray me!”
“Sorry,” Atha said and she twisted the blade, Manny fell limp to the floor and she pulled the blade from his gut. His blood soaked his clothes and began to wet the wooden floor.
“Sorry,” She said once more, “I know what awaits me, and shall go to meet it. I did a wrong in killing you sir,” she told the dead man and she left the room.
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