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Beautiful morning


Handler om en ung og fattig mann som drar fra Norge i håp om et bedre liv i Amerika.

Karakter: 6

Sjanger:NovelleLastet opp:04.02.2006
Språkform:EngelskForfatter:
Tema:Innvandrere og emigranter
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The year is 1871. It is a grey and cold October morning, but at least the rain has stopped. Everywhere around me people are waking up after a long and rough night. Three months have gone. Three months on this ship witch was to bring us to our new life. Three months without any contact with the world around, and the people left back home. My name is Johannes, and I am just an ordinary farmer. “America. The place where all men are created equal.” I whisper the words for myself and remember the first time I heard them, as I look out over the ocean. Somehow I just couldn’t get enough of it, even after all this time. It was something beautiful but still dangerous about the blue and green waves that were slamming in the boat under me. The water was like hypnotic to me and I couldn’t help staring. As I was standing there memories came to me from months before, when I hadn’t even heard about America, The land of freedom.

 

Only six months earlier I had been home in Norway, living with my father, mother and my three younger sisters. It was down at the town and a stranger had come up too me, asking for a place to sleep and some money. I remember I felt bad for the man, but there was nothing I could do. I and my family worked very hard, but we barely had enough to get along. Sadly I told the man that I couldn’t help him. I did however give him some food, the man looked like he was starving to death. His old and wrinkled face turned into a big smile, and he thanked me about a 100 times (blir det for moderne å si?). “Thank you young man,” he said “you generosity will not be forgotten. I just have to make the money I need for the trip somewhere else. “What kind of trip?” I asked him curiously. He looked at me with his tired blue eyes and it was like they lit up as he started telling. He talked so wonderful about an incredible country on the other side of the ocean. He talked about it with such enthusiasm and warmth that gave me a hope. A hope of being released from me and my family’s lives as poor farmers. If I went there I could really help my family, and I would be more than just a poor farmer’s son. But this was all very unlikely to happen, I couldn’t leave my family, they were all I got.

 

When I finally got home that night I found the whole family sitting in the dark, cold living room. They all looked so tired because of all the work. They worked far too much. I know they did. We all worked hoping that we would get richer and have a better life. But there was no use. Poor people were poor people, and that was it. End of story. Deep in side we all knew that, but still we kept on working. Every single day. It was the only thing we could do. If we didn’t work hard enough, we would get thrown out of our hose, and end up homeless. It was at that point, as I was standing there, thinking about this and seeing my family so shattered, that I made a decision. I had no choice. I had to get to America somehow and start a new life that would be better, both for my family and me.

 

People on the boat talked different languishes, but in the beginning of this trip it had been only one word on their lips, America. Days had become weeks, and weeks had become months. Peoples hopes and excitement, witch had been like a fire in their eyes had gradually faded away. /The fire of excitement and hope, that had been normal to see in peoples eyes, had increasingly faded away. Everybody was tired, and they missed their family and homes. During the journey, many people had gotten sick. An old man had even died. But despite all of this, none of the passengers on the boat can stop talking about America this morning. Not now, when we are so close. I can even see it now. It is a beautiful sight.

People are busy doing their daily jobs. You can hear shouting and the clicking from horses passing by. An enthusiastic merchant is trying to sell his articles. In the harbour boats and ships are sailing out and in.  In the New York Harbour a ship is steaming in. Hundreds of exited immigrants are crowded on brygge. The sun has finally burstet trough the clouds and is now shining cheerfully and wishing us welcome. It is truly a beautiful morning. As I stand there among the crowd I can barely believe that I am finally here. For about six months I have been waiting for this. I started walking; it was time to start my new life.


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335
03.12.2007 23:35

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vil ikke gitt karakter 6. Du mangler en god del kommaer og feil setningsoppbyggninger. Men fin historie!

mordi
16.05.2008 14:31

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satan så drid

Bård
10.04.2006 22:40

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Witch = heks
Which var nok ordet ordet du lette etter...

Three months on this ship witch was to bring us to our new life.
skjønte ikke helt denne setningen...

Du prøver deg på for vanskelige konstruksjoner, slik at du beveger deg mer og mer vekk fra den idiomatiske engelsken vi vil høre.

Jørgen
18.05.2006 17:07

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Kan lett bli norwenglish (norsk-engelsk), og du har noen skrivefeil, og rare setningsoppbyggninger.

Temaet var jo litt spesiellt; alle vet at "The American Dream", og "The country of freedom" (eller hva du kalte det), er utrolig oppskrytt, om ikke totalt misforstått.

imma
28.03.2006 20:04

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hei......... dette var driit bra du ar en konge som jeg vet
jeg tror det var veldig bra på siutten, og alt var prefekt
go go go

dont think so...
20.04.2009 19:56

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e ville ikkje ha gitt deg 6-er, mn kanskje en 4-er eller 4+ maks....språket e litt sånn veldig dårlig, historien er dt samme gamle (ikke noe nytt for å si dt sånn...når en ikke kommer på noe spennende, begynner en å skrive en sånn historie som dg)
enten så bløffer du om 6-eren..ellers så e læreren din klinn koko

ok, jeg er best
26.11.2012 23:13

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jeg ville ha gitt den, sånn ca.4+ elr 5-

per69
12.09.2013 14:13

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kult

homoperman69sexmedEnKu
12.09.2013 14:14

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dette e så fette 69

pakkis
12.01.2014 19:41

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ville aldri gitt karakter 6, langt i fra perfekt
du må øve mer på tegnsettig, ortografi (ord som ikke løser ut stavekontrollen, eks: witch/which)
tegnsettig: which brukes foran et setningledd som ikke er nødvendig for å forstå setningen(tilleggsinformasjon) motsatt for that
og skal alltid ha komma foran seg, hvis det ikke er snakk om mennesker, da bruker vi who

slå opp i engelskboka di etter adjective clauses


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