Questões de Inglês

Interpret the cartoon and choose the sentence that best defines it.

In the sentence above “Look, it’s either 50 words a minute – or 5. If you want them spelt correctly!”, the secretary means that:

Choose the option which best completes the blank spaces.

 

Sandra was born ¹__________ 9 o’clock ²__________ June 14th, 1980 ³__________ Florida. Every morning she gets up, sits ⁴__________ the kitchen table and has a hearty breakfast. After that she takes the underground ⁵__________ school. Sandra arrives home late ⁶__________ night, has dinner and then goes to bed.

[1] New Dehli’s Paharganj rail station is

humming with sound and crawling with

people. The gray platforms are bathed in

white light. The train engines belch smoke

[5] and whistle like impatient bulls.

If you were to search for me in the

crowded maze, where would you look? You

would probably try to find me among the

dozens of street children who are stretched

[10] out on the smooth concrete floor in various

stages of rest and slumber. You might even

imagine me as an adolescent vendor,

peddling plastic bottles containing tap water

from the station’s toilet as pure Himalayan

[15] mineral water. You could visualize me as one

of the sweepers in dirty shirts and torn pants

shuffling ........ the platform, with a long

swishing broom transferring dirt from the

pavement ........ the track. Or you could look

[20] for me among the regiments of red-

uniformed porters bustling about with heavy

loads on their heads.

Well, think again, because I am neither a

vendor, nor porter, nor sweeper. Today I am

[25] a genuine passenger, travelling to Mumbai, in

the sleeper class no less, and with a proper

reservation. I am wearing a starched white

bush shirt made 100% cotton and Levi’s

jeans-yes, Levi’s jeans, bought from the

[30] Tibetan Market. I am walking purposefully

........ platform number five to board the

Paschim Express for Mumbai. There is a

porter trudging along by my side carrying a

light-brown suitcase on his head. The porter

[35] has been hired by me, and the suitcase on his

head belongs to me. The suitcase does not

contain any money. I have heard too many

stories about robbers on trains that drug you

at night and make off with your belongings to

[40] take the chance of keeping the most precious

cargo of my life-my salary from the Taylors-in

my suitcase. It is inside my underwear. I take

a quick look ........ the loose notes in my front

pocket. I reckon I will have just enough to

[45] take an auto-rickshaw from Bandra Terminus

to Salim’s room in the Ghatkopar slum. Won’t

Salim be surprised to see me arrive in a

three-wheeler instead of on the local train?

And when he sees the game I bought for

[50] him, I hope he doesn’t faint from happiness.

Adapted from: SWARUP, Vikas. Slumdog Millionaire. 2005. p. 148-149.

Consider the following passages extracted or adapted from the text.

 

1 - I reckon I will have just enough to take an auto-rickshaw (l. 44-45)

2 - I hope Salim doesn’t faint from happiness (l. 50)

 

Which alternative correctly and respectively completes the blanks of the two passages below?

 

1 - The narrator said he ........ he ........ just enough to take an auto-rickshaw.

2 - The narrator said he ........ Salim ........ from happiness.

[1] New Dehli’s Paharganj rail station is

humming with sound and crawling with

people. The gray platforms are bathed in

white light. The train engines belch smoke

[5] and whistle like impatient bulls.

If you were to search for me in the

crowded maze, where would you look? You

would probably try to find me among the

dozens of street children who are stretched

[10] out on the smooth concrete floor in various

stages of rest and slumber. You might even

imagine me as an adolescent vendor,

peddling plastic bottles containing tap water

from the station’s toilet as pure Himalayan

[15] mineral water. You could visualize me as one

of the sweepers in dirty shirts and torn pants

shuffling ........ the platform, with a long

swishing broom transferring dirt from the

pavement ........ the track. Or you could look

[20] for me among the regiments of red-

uniformed porters bustling about with heavy

loads on their heads.

Well, think again, because I am neither a

vendor, nor porter, nor sweeper. Today I am

[25] a genuine passenger, travelling to Mumbai, in

the sleeper class no less, and with a proper

reservation. I am wearing a starched white

bush shirt made 100% cotton and Levi’s

jeans-yes, Levi’s jeans, bought from the

[30] Tibetan Market. I am walking purposefully

........ platform number five to board the

Paschim Express for Mumbai. There is a

porter trudging along by my side carrying a

light-brown suitcase on his head. The porter

[35] has been hired by me, and the suitcase on his

head belongs to me. The suitcase does not

contain any money. I have heard too many

stories about robbers on trains that drug you

at night and make off with your belongings to

[40] take the chance of keeping the most precious

cargo of my life-my salary from the Taylors-in

my suitcase. It is inside my underwear. I take

a quick look ........ the loose notes in my front

pocket. I reckon I will have just enough to

[45] take an auto-rickshaw from Bandra Terminus

to Salim’s room in the Ghatkopar slum. Won’t

Salim be surprised to see me arrive in a

three-wheeler instead of on the local train?

And when he sees the game I bought for

[50] him, I hope he doesn’t faint from happiness.

Adapted from: SWARUP, Vikas. Slumdog Millionaire. 2005. p. 148-149.

The word sleeper (l. 26) has in the text the same function as

[1] New Dehli’s Paharganj rail station is

humming with sound and crawling with

people. The gray platforms are bathed in

white light. The train engines belch smoke

[5] and whistle like impatient bulls.

If you were to search for me in the

crowded maze, where would you look? You

would probably try to find me among the

dozens of street children who are stretched

[10] out on the smooth concrete floor in various

stages of rest and slumber. You might even

imagine me as an adolescent vendor,

peddling plastic bottles containing tap water

from the station’s toilet as pure Himalayan

[15] mineral water. You could visualize me as one

of the sweepers in dirty shirts and torn pants

shuffling ........ the platform, with a long

swishing broom transferring dirt from the

pavement ........ the track. Or you could look

[20] for me among the regiments of red-

uniformed porters bustling about with heavy

loads on their heads.

Well, think again, because I am neither a

vendor, nor porter, nor sweeper. Today I am

[25] a genuine passenger, travelling to Mumbai, in

the sleeper class no less, and with a proper

reservation. I am wearing a starched white

bush shirt made 100% cotton and Levi’s

jeans-yes, Levi’s jeans, bought from the

[30] Tibetan Market. I am walking purposefully

........ platform number five to board the

Paschim Express for Mumbai. There is a

porter trudging along by my side carrying a

light-brown suitcase on his head. The porter

[35] has been hired by me, and the suitcase on his

head belongs to me. The suitcase does not

contain any money. I have heard too many

stories about robbers on trains that drug you

at night and make off with your belongings to

[40] take the chance of keeping the most precious

cargo of my life-my salary from the Taylors-in

my suitcase. It is inside my underwear. I take

a quick look ........ the loose notes in my front

pocket. I reckon I will have just enough to

[45] take an auto-rickshaw from Bandra Terminus

to Salim’s room in the Ghatkopar slum. Won’t

Salim be surprised to see me arrive in a

three-wheeler instead of on the local train?

And when he sees the game I bought for

[50] him, I hope he doesn’t faint from happiness.

Adapted from: SWARUP, Vikas. Slumdog Millionaire. 2005. p. 148-149.

Observe the segments below.

 

1 - [...].various stages of rest and slumber (l. 10-11)

2 - [...].pure Himalayan mineral water (l. 14-15)

3 - [...].the regiments of red-uniformed porters (l. 20-21)

 

The main words of the segments are, respectively,

[1] New Dehli’s Paharganj rail station is

humming with sound and crawling with

people. The gray platforms are bathed in

white light. The train engines belch smoke

[5] and whistle like impatient bulls.

If you were to search for me in the

crowded maze, where would you look? You

would probably try to find me among the

dozens of street children who are stretched

[10] out on the smooth concrete floor in various

stages of rest and slumber. You might even

imagine me as an adolescent vendor,

peddling plastic bottles containing tap water

from the station’s toilet as pure Himalayan

[15] mineral water. You could visualize me as one

of the sweepers in dirty shirts and torn pants

shuffling ........ the platform, with a long

swishing broom transferring dirt from the

pavement ........ the track. Or you could look

[20] for me among the regiments of red-

uniformed porters bustling about with heavy

loads on their heads.

Well, think again, because I am neither a

vendor, nor porter, nor sweeper. Today I am

[25] a genuine passenger, travelling to Mumbai, in

the sleeper class no less, and with a proper

reservation. I am wearing a starched white

bush shirt made 100% cotton and Levi’s

jeans-yes, Levi’s jeans, bought from the

[30] Tibetan Market. I am walking purposefully

........ platform number five to board the

Paschim Express for Mumbai. There is a

porter trudging along by my side carrying a

light-brown suitcase on his head. The porter

[35] has been hired by me, and the suitcase on his

head belongs to me. The suitcase does not

contain any money. I have heard too many

stories about robbers on trains that drug you

at night and make off with your belongings to

[40] take the chance of keeping the most precious

cargo of my life-my salary from the Taylors-in

my suitcase. It is inside my underwear. I take

a quick look ........ the loose notes in my front

pocket. I reckon I will have just enough to

[45] take an auto-rickshaw from Bandra Terminus

to Salim’s room in the Ghatkopar slum. Won’t

Salim be surprised to see me arrive in a

three-wheeler instead of on the local train?

And when he sees the game I bought for

[50] him, I hope he doesn’t faint from happiness.

Adapted from: SWARUP, Vikas. Slumdog Millionaire. 2005. p. 148-149.

Consider the segment The train engines belch smoke (l. 04).
Which alternative below presents the same sentence structure?