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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="datetext"><span lang="EN-US">A Farewell to Arms » is the story of an American who
joined the Italian army during the First World War. Henry was <s><span style="color: red;">serve</span></s><span style="color: red;"> serving </span>as a
volunteer ambulance driver on the Italian front when he met the beautiful
British nurse with whom he fell in love. As time passed they became closer to
each other, and they met many times in a small <s><span style="color: red;">gardden</span></s><span style="color: red;"> garden </span>in front of the hospital. A short time later
Henry was seriously injured when he was on the Italian front, and Catherine
became <s><span style="color: red;">preganant</span></s><span style="color: red;">
pregnant </span>. Later, they started looking for a peaceful life far from this
mad war; they ran away from <st1:country-region w:st="on">Italy</st1:country-region>
to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><s><span style="color: red;">switzerland</span></s></st1:country-region><span style="color: red;"> <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Switzerland</st1:place></st1:country-region>
</span>. Finally they stayed in a hotel in a small village where they spent
wonderful moments together; they visited many places, walked together in the
snow and rain, and also, as time went by, they made friends there. <s><span style="color: red;">Sudenly</span></s><span style="color: red;"> Suddenly </span>Catherine
felt sick; it was time to give birth to her baby, so Henry took her to the
hospital, where he stayed with her most of the time. Catherine faced some
difficulties and <s><span style="color: red;">troubbles</span></s><span style="color: red;"> troubles </span>; she was not able to have an ordinary <s><span style="color: red;">deliverry</span></s><span style="color: red;"> delivery </span>.
The doctor advised an urgent operation in order to save the mother and her
baby. After a <s><span style="color: red;">ceasarean</span></s><span style="color: red;"> caesarean </span>, a long and painful process, the baby was
stillborn. The death of the baby neither shocked Henry nor <s><span style="color: red;">botheres</span></s><span style="color: red;"> bothered </span>him,
he was thinking of Catherine who was going through difficult moments alone in
the face of death; she was suffering one hemorrhage after another. After a
short <s><span style="color: red;">strugle</span></s><span style="color: red;">
struggle </span>with pain, she finally faced death and left this world in
silence without saying goodbye to her lover. Henry was there in that room, he
was looking at her while she was lying on the bed in a small room; her lovely
face looked so wonderful but without a smile on it. He wanted to say goodbye or
to kiss her, but he felt as if he was trying to talk to a statue. After a while
he turned the lights off, closed the door and left the room and went out to the
hotel alone in the rain</span></span><span class="datetext"><span lang="EN-US">.<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Topic: Depictions of War in "A Farewell to
Arms"<o:p></o:p></span></span></h2>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span lang="EN">Book 5</span></b><span lang="EN"> Frederick
Henry and Catherine Barkley leave <st1:country-region w:st="on">Italy</st1:country-region>
and the war behind as they escape into <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Switzerland</st1:place></st1:country-region>. The focus now is on
their time together as they await the birth of their child. Rather than showing
the harsh realities of war, Hemingway provides an intimate view of the couple's
isolation as they are virtually snowbound in the mountains. The tone changes,
however, as Catherine's time nears and they must move from the mountain down to
the village, characterized by mud, ominously foreshadowing the doom to
come. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The final book is indirectly
about war because the novel's title fulfills its double meaning here. The
deaths that Henry has seen during his war experiences do not prepare him for
the deaths of his son and beloved Catherine. He is able to escape the war into
a neutral territory, but he cannot escape death. He must say farewell to the
arms of the woman he loves.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">A Farewell to Arms: The Theme of the Undefeated in
Hemingway’s Work: How Moral Values Prevail Over the Material<o:p></o:p></span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="EN">Heroism is the essential
theme of Hemingway’s novelistic output. Although some will say his longer work
deals primarily with death or the efforts of a “lost generation,” the overriding
concern in books like <a href="http://www.enotes.com/tsar">The Sun Also Rises</a>,
<a href="http://www.enotes.com/fwtbt">For Whom the Bell Tolls</a>, and <i>A
Farewell to Arms</i> is personal honor. For Hemingway’s hero the traditional
external sanctions of religion and similar cultural values have disappeared.
They have been replaced by a concern of how a man shall live and die on a
planet...</span><span lang="EN" style="vertical-align: baseline;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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anti-war novel?<o:p></o:p></span></span></h2>
<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hemingway's novel makes a strong
anti-war statement through Lt. Frederick Henry. As the officer in charge of an
Italian ambulance corps, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Frederick</st1:place></st1:city>
serves on the front in the thick of battle.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hemingway's descriptions
of combat are unsparing in their intensity. Chaos, fear, suffering, and
death permeate his prose. In Chapter Nine, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Frederick</st1:place></st1:city> is seriously wounded, shelled by a
trench mortar. He can't move. He hears crying and screaming. His legs feel warm
and wet. Blood fills his shoes. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Frederick</st1:place></st1:city>
tells the reader, "[I] put my hand on my knee. My knee wasn't there."
He adds, "[M]y knee was down on my shin." <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Despite his injuries, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Frederick</st1:place></st1:city> tries to
save his friend Passini whose legs have been blown away. Before dying in
agony, Passini screams and prays and begs to be shot. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Frederick</st1:place></st1:city>'s horror continues in the ambulance
that carries him from the battle. The soldier lying on the stretcher
above <st1:city w:st="on">Frederick</st1:city>'s hemorrhages to death, his
blood first streaming--then slowly dripping--onto <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Frederick</st1:city></st1:place> below.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hemingway's depiction of the
Italian's chaotic retreat from Caparetto further emphasizes the horror. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Frederick</st1:place></st1:city> loses his
ambulances and can't save his men. When he is about to be shot by Italian
carabinieri, in a terrible ironic error, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Frederick</st1:place></st1:city> deserts, but he cannot leave behind
all that he has seen and experienced. In <em>A Farewell to Arms</em>, war is
not noble, and war never ends.</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Topic: What might be Frederic's future after Catherine
& the baby died?<o:p></o:p></span></span></h2>
<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Lt. Henry's future can only be
surmised, of course, based upon his circumstances at the novel's conclusion and
what we know of his character. Frederic was saddened by the loss of the baby,
but he was emotionally devastated by Catherine's death. He says goodbye to her,
alone, then leaves the hospital, alone, and walks in the rain back to the
hotel. Alone is how Frederic will live the remainder of his life. He will
survive Catherine's death, but he will remain forever wounded, a characteristic
of Hemingway's heroes. He will continue to move through life, one day after
another; he will endure. Frederic will live with courage because getting
through one more day will be an act of courage. He will seek a life free of
emotional complications. He will probably drink too much, as he once had, and
he will not sleep in the dark, just as he had avoided the dark after being
wounded and hospitalized. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Since Frederic is a deserter, he
will remain in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Switzerland</st1:country-region></st1:place>
where he is safe until the war ends. He might return to the places he and
Catherine shared, but not for very long. He would leave them behind and move
on, dealing with life through action rather than introspection. Whether
Frederic would return to the <st1:country-region w:st="on">United States</st1:country-region>
or stay in <st1:place w:st="on">Europe</st1:place> would not be important in
his future. He will not have a home; Catherine was home for him.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;">A Identity </span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In A Farewell to Arms, one of the themes of Frederic
Henry’s adventure as an ambulance driver during World War I is identity. This
theme compounds other themes that Hemingway is exploring through the war story.
Identity is important to the story because it expresses the general question of
the individual in the postwar world. The First World War raised some unsettling
questions about the values the war generation had inherited. People began to
question the validity of their national leaders and institutions, which seemed
to have led directly to such an incredible loss of life and economic
devastation. Frederic represents, for Hemingway, this questioning of what is
man that he can cause such awful destruction and human suffering.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Frederic’s identity is displaced by the late
introduction of his name to the reader, the fact of his being an American in
the Italian army, and his constant play with words. He speaks Italian, but not
well enough to advance in rank. He also understands French and German though
remaining unmistakably American. None of this is surprising but because
Hemingway depends on dialogue to a great extent, the play of words between
languages serves to heighten such issues as alienation and patriotism. The
former is heightened because jokes do not translate and thus Frederic’s efforts
to lighten moods fall into silence. Beyond the curious problems of voice,
Frederic always seems to be in the wrong outfit. This fact is exaggerated when
he borrows clothes from Ralph Simmons to make his escape and when he says that
his English gas mask works-whereas the Italian models do not. He continues to
be someone else until the end. Finally, Frederic attempts to identify not as
himself but as lost in Catherine-”We’re the same one.” He is forced to give
this up when she dies.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;">B Individualism </span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hemingway’s novel demonstrates the demise of loyalty
to traditions and institutions that had been brought forward from the
nineteenth century, a refocusing on the self often referred to as
“individualism.” His characters, especially Catherine Barkley (in terms of her
fiance’s death at the hand of sophisticated infantry), all have war disgust.
Each of them are able to avoid becoming crazy by falling back on the self. In
doing so, each person rejects the “higher callings” of tradition, society, or
institution. For example, Rinaldi has the satisfaction of having become a
better surgeon through practice. He is also better with women for the same
reason. When prodded by Frederic’s suggestion that there may be more than these
two self-centered items in life, Rinaldi responds with a very existentialist
statement, “We never get anything. We are born with all we have and we never
learn. We never get anything new.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It is out of this effort to come to terms with the
stupidity and horror of the Great War that the school of thought known as existentialism
emerges, a movement which suggested that men and women should not accept
society’s or someone else’s values, but rather examine the truth in him or
herself. Hemingway was not an existentialist, but his characters clearly
exhibit a great deal of alienation from each other. They cope with their
situation of doubt in society by developing an acute personal meaning. In A
Farewell to Arms this is debated once by the priest and Frederic in the
latter’s hospital room. Not for the first time, the reader is forced to examine
the discomforting notions of love. The priest loves God and this comforts him
during the war. Frederic and Catherine, alternately, display another route to
coping. This one is ironic and looms large over the novel-”I want you so much I
want to be you too.” This statement must be compared to their actions during
the childbirth-Catherine is given hell by nature, while Frederic eats. The
effort to be each other is an alienation from self and a failed method of
coping. Thus, Frederic faces the tragedy of his love as well as the tragedy of
himself-he did not listen to any of the tutors who warned him of this
inevitability. Certainly, the inevitability is seen in hindsight since
Catherine, as tradition and institution, died in the ghastly war leaving the
“Everyman” tragically alone with himself.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The novel suggests that war has become a habit, a
disgusting habit. At some point, Frederic has learned that this war is not
romantic, and it most certainly does not concern him personally. He does not
become a war-hardened soldier, but a disgusted ambulance driver who observes
more facets of war than a soldier or politician would. Consequently, the notion
of the patriot is reflected upon a few times, and the reader gains a definite
sense that being a patriot is never to be equated to a love of war. However,
that is not to say that Frederic ever clearly denounces or supports war because
it is not in his character to be so passionate.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In the most obvious instance, Frederic returns to the
front after his convalescence and chats about the war’s progress with one of
his drivers, Gino. This driver declares himself a patriot and says he does not
like to hear so many people talk of the Italians losing. Gino then launches
into an invocation of patriotic language which Frederic cannot help but see as
naive. It is at this point that Frederic admits his problem with words like
“glorious,” “sacred,” and “sacrifice.” Frederic compares the notion of
sacrifice to the stockyards of Chicago-one large slaughterhouse. Such a
comparison, to the American reader at the time, was enough to question
patriotism as a reason for war. If, Frederic asks, to love one’s country is to
be an animal slaughtered in the stockyards, then is it smart to be a patriot?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Doubt about the calling of every man to be a patriot
is put to rest ambiguously when Count Greffi challenges Frederic to a game of
pool. The wise old man tells Frederic that the slaughter does not define
patriotism. Instead, a patriot is a lover of one’s countrymen. However, this is
ambiguous precisely because there is little of this type of love on display
during the retreat. All that Frederic saw in the retreat was the stupidity of
war. The men who questioned his patriotism in retreat did not love him because
he was an officer, and the battle police were present to kill him for his
supposed betrayal. Unfortunately, one supposes, Count Greffi is no longer in
charge and his vision of love is thus retired. The reader is left with an
unanswered question: whether or not patriotism is an abstract value which is no
longer possible to pursue rationally, given the technical sophistication of
death.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">War is not glamorized in this novel. Instead, it is
presented in a very real and horrifying fashion from the perspective of the
ambulance driver. At some moments, war is derided as a game for the ruling
classes in which the poor suffer. It is after this discussion, in Chapter IX,
while eating macaroni that the mortar hits. War is only rarely viewed in a
patriotic light and more often seen as tiresome.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">However, the negative portrayal of war in the novel
may have as much to do with the almost futile effort of the Italian army.
Frederic comments on this several times because he says he would be ashamed to
be seen by the American, English, or French in such a “silly” army. Further
ironies arise when his friends attempt to get him a medal for being wounded
while eating macaroni.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Catherine tries to bolster the image of bravery at the
end of Chapter XXI and even says that Frederic is brave. Frederic disagrees,
saying that he is only a mediocre hitter. Thus war is a game, like baseball,
and Frederic is not an outstanding player, but at best, someone who can only do
the most basic things.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; line-height: 150%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">War is also a disease. Rinaldi refers to his own condition
of gonorrhea and says everyone has it. However, we know from earlier
discussions that everyone too has war disgust. Therefore, Rinaldi’s
generalization equates war to a disease. That is, war is great, but like most
things, after a time of too much indulgence, even pleasurable things become
tiresome. The disease spreads and all one can do is have hope for a cure-the
political end to the war. However, the cure simply allows a breathing space
before the next burst of the disease.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Елена Ковальhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18313582254270550729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630181750211799306.post-43857308179581057082014-01-02T18:53:00.000+04:002014-01-02T18:56:57.862+04:00фильм "Dorian Grey"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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В конкурсе приняли участие учащиеся с 1-10 класс. На конкурс жюри были представлены 65 снеговиков. Поздравляем всех с наступающим Новым Годом!!<br />
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На 6 уроке в актовом зале состоится конференция, посвященная 20-летию конституции РФ. Приглашаются 9-11 классы<br />
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на 3 уроке в актовом зале пройдет игра для 7-8 классов "Где, что, когда", посвященная 20-летию конституции<br />
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<b>9 декабря в День Героев Отечества</b> учащиеся школы приняли участие в районной акции "Их именами названы..." Акцией предусматривался поиск информации о Герои Советского Союза чьим именем названа улица в Санкт-Петербурге и оформление плаката. Учащиеся 9 классов выбрали улицу, названную в честь героя Советского Союза Севастьянова, совершившего первый ночной таран в городе во время ВО. Ребята вышли с плакатом на улицу Севастьянова и рассказали прохожим о его подвиге. Группа учащихся посетили Чесменское кладбище, где похоронен Герой Советского Союза А.Т.Севастьянов. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Домашнее чтение:</b></span><br />
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<b>Декада истории в школе</b><br />
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конкурс чтецов "Моя Родина Россия" (5-11 классы)<br />
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