Bonsoir, je bloc sur une question suivante, pouvez vous maider SVP  merci d'avance de tout aide1-However, what did they let Peter do? (2 actions) If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing. The children often spent long summer days on this lagoon, swimming or floating most of the time, playing the mermaid games in the water, and so forth. You must not think from this that the mermaids were on friendly terms with them: on the contrary, it was among Wendy’s lasting regrets that all the time she was on the island she never had a civil word from one of them. When she stole softly to the edge of the lagoon she might see them by the score, especially on Marooners’ Rock, where they loved to bask, combing out their hair in a lazy way that quite irritated her; or she might even swim, on tiptoe as it were, to within a yard of them, but then they saw her and dived, probably splashing her with their tails, not by accident, but intentionally. They treated all the boys in the same way, except of course Peter, who chatted with them on Marooners’ Rock by the hour, and sat on their tails when they got cheeky. It must also have been rather pretty to see the children resting on a rock for half an hour after their mid-day meal. Wendy insisted on their doing tthis, and it had to be a real rest even though the meal was make-believe. So they lay there in the sun, and their bodies glistened in it, while she sat beside them and looked important. «The Mermaids’ Lagoon», Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie, 1911.
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bonjour, pouvez vous me traduire ce texte en français sans google traduction SVP1RE PARTIE If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing. The children often spent long summer days on this lagoon, swimming or floating most of the time, playing the mermaid games in the water, and so forth. You must not think from this that the mermaids were on friendly terms with them: on the contrary, it was among Wendy’s lasting regrets that all the time she was on the island she never had a civil word from one of them. When she stole softly to the edge of the lagoon she might see them by the score, especially on Marooners’ Rock, where they loved to bask, combing out their hair in a lazy way that quite irritated her; or she might even swim, on tiptoe as it were, to within a yard of them, but then they saw her and dived, probably splashing her with their tails, not by accident, but intentionally. They treated all the boys in the same way, except of course Peter, who chatted with them on Marooners’ Rock by the hour, and sat on their tails when they got cheeky. It must also have been rather pretty to see the children resting on a rock for half an hour after their mid-day meal. Wendy insisted on their doing tthis, and it had to be a real rest even though the meal was make-believe. So they lay there in the sun, and their bodies glistened in it, while she sat beside them and looked important. 2ÈME partie It was one such day, and they were all on Marooners’ Rock. The rock was not much larger than their great bed, but of course they all knew how not to take up much room, and they were dozing, or at least lying with their eyes shut, and pinching occasionally when they thought Wendy was not looking. She was very busy, stitching. While she stitched a change came to the lagoon. Little shivers ran over it, and the sun went away and shadows stole across the water, turning it cold. Wendy could no longer see to thread her needle, and when she looked up, the lagoon that had always hitherto been such a laughing place seemed formidable and unfriendly. It was not, she knew, that night had come, but something as dark as night had come. No, worse than that. It had not come, but it had sent that shiver through the sea to say that it was coming. What was it? There crowded upon her all the stories she had been told of Marooners’ Rock, so called because evil captains put sailors on it and leave them there to drown. They drown when the tide rises, for then it is submerged. Of course she should have roused the children at once; not merely because of the unknown that was stalking toward them, but because it was no longer good for them to sleep on a rock grown chilly. But she was a young mother and she did not know this; she thought you simply must stick to your rule about half an hour after the mid-day meal. So, though fear was upon her, and she longed to hear male voices, she would not waken them. Even when she heard the sound of muffled oars, though her heart was in her mouth, she did not waken them. She stood over them to let them have their sleep out. Was it not brave of Wendy? It was well for those boys then that there was one among them who could sniff danger even in his sleep. Peter sprang erect, as wide awake at once as a dog, and with one warning cry he roused the others. He stood motionless, one hand to his ear. «Pirates!» he cried. The others came closer to him. A strange smile was playing about his face, and Wendy saw it and shuddered. While that smile was on his face no one dared address him; all they could do was to stand ready to obey. The order came sharp and incisive. «Dive!» «The Mermaids’ Lagoon», Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie, 1911.
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Bonjour pouvez vous me traduire ce texte en français SVP c'est urgent merci d'avance de tout aide1RE PARTIE If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing. The children often spent long summer days on this lagoon, swimming or floating most of the time, playing the mermaid games in the water, and so forth. You must not think from this that the mermaids were on friendly terms with them: on the contrary, it was among Wendy’s lasting regrets that all the time she was on the island she never had a civil word from one of them. When she stole softly to the edge of the lagoon she might see them by the score, especially on Marooners’ Rock, where they loved to bask, combing out their hair in a lazy way that quite irritated her; or she might even swim, on tiptoe as it were, to within a yard of them, but then they saw her and dived, probably splashing her with their tails, not by accident, but intentionally. They treated all the boys in the same way, except of course Peter, who chatted with them on Marooners’ Rock by the hour, and sat on their tails when they got cheeky. It must also have been rather pretty to see the children resting on a rock for half an hour after their mid-day meal. Wendy insisted on their doing this, and it had to be a real rest even though the meal was make-believe. So they lay there in the sun, and their bodies glistened in it, while she sat beside them and looked important.2ÈME partie It was one such day, and they were all on Marooners’ Rock. The rock was not much larger than their great bed, but of course they all knew how not to take up much room, and they were dozing, or at least lying with their eyes shut, and pinching occasionally when they thought Wendy was not looking. She was very busy, stitching. While she stitched a change came to the lagoon. Little shivers ran over it, and the sun went away and shadows stole across the water, turning it cold. Wendy could no longer see to thread her needle, and when she looked up, the lagoon that had always hitherto been such a laughing place seemed formidable and unfriendly. It was not, she knew, that night had come, but something as dark as night had come. No, worse than that. It had not come, but it had sent that shiver through the sea to say that it was coming. What was it? There crowded upon her all the stories she had been told of Marooners’ Rock, so called because evil captains put sailors on it and leave them there to drown. They drown when the tide rises, for then it is submerged. Of course she should have roused the children at once; not merely because of the unknown that was stalking toward them, but because it was no longer good for them to sleep on a rock grown chilly. But she was a young mother and she did not know this; she thought you simply must stick to your rule about half an hour after the mid-day meal. So, though fear was upon her, and she longed to hear male voices, she would not waken them. Even when she heard the sound of muffled oars, though her heart was in her mouth, she did not waken them. She stood over them to let them have their sleep out. Was it not brave of Wendy? It was well for those boys then that there was one among them who could sniff danger even in his sleep. Peter sprang erect, as wide awake at once as a dog, and with one warning cry he roused the others. He stood motionless, one hand to his ear. «Pirates!» he cried. The others came closer to him. A strange smile was playing about his face, and Wendy saw it and shuddered. While that smile was on his face no one dared address him; all they could do was to stand ready to obey. The order came sharp and incisive. «Dive!»
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bonjour, pouvez vous m'explique ce que je doit faire sur ce devoir de géo , je ne comprend pas, je vous demande pas de le faire juste m'expliquer merciAnalyse d’un document en géographieSUJET : La France d’aujourd’hui« Mobile, la population française dans une large proportion a pris des habitudes en dehorsdes frontières, pour le travail des cadres principalement, pour la résidence de plus d’unmillion de citoyens, pour les vacances et les loisirs en des proportions plus élevées. Et laFrance est le premier pays au monde pour le tourisme international. Voici donc un Périgordbritannique, une Côte d’Azur russe ou arabique, des Cévennes belges ou néerlandaises,tandis que plusieurs milliers de jeunes s’affairent autour de Wall Street et de la City deLondres, de Berlin et de la Silicon Valley1. Le territoire de la France […] s’ouvre maintenantlargement au monde. Paris est capitale mais aussi mégapole mondiale. […] Dans tous lesdomaines, les régions, officiellement reconnues depuis 1982, prennent une place de plusen plus importante. […] Les trames territoriales de l’économie et de la société changent denature. Des mots nouveaux le disent : les réseaux, les pôles et les axes, la métropolisation,la périurbanisation, […] la durabilité […]… »ConsigneVous analyserez ce document en montrant que la relation entre le territoire et la populationchange en montrant les grandes évolutions des lieux de vie de la population française, deses pratiques (activités économiques et touristiques) et en justifiant la plus grande intégrationdu territoire français et de sa population à la mondialisation.Pour cela, vous procéderez à une analyse du texte. Il s’agit d’aller plus loin qu’une paraphrase (redire ce que le texte évoque mais en d’autres termes), en indiquant le sens dutexte, en développant ses idées à l’aide de connaissances personnelles qui l’enrichissent.Cette analyse ne doit pas se priver d’une introduction (qui présente le document – source,auteur, date – et indique les thématiques abordées) et d’une conclusion qui montre l’intérêtdu texte.Pour répondre au mieux aux attentes du sujet, il faut partir de brèves citations, qui sontensuite explicitées par des connaissances personnelles qui en montrent le sens. L’organisation de chaque paragraphe est la suivante : partir d’une idée générale pour amener la thématique, proposer une brève citation du document puis des connaissances personnelles rattachées à la thématique pour en montrer le sens.Pour ce document, on peut envisager d’étudier successivement les trois thématiques (soitautant de paragraphes) énoncées en consigne : grandes évolutions des lieux de vie de lapopulation française, grandes évolutions des pratiques françaises (sur les plans économiquescomme de tourisme et de loisir) et intégration du territoire et de la population à lamondialisation. Ne pas oublier toutefois l’introduction et la conclusion.
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Bonjour pouvez vous m'aider à répondre a 2 questions merci d'avance The immigrants beforeNews of New York New York’s debt to immigrants has become almost a cliché. Since Ellis Island was established as a center for new arrivals in 1892, millions of people have sought the shelter of Lady Liberty, fleeing poverty, famine, war and persecution overseas. They literally and figuratively built New York, from the skyscrapers and dockyards to the corner delis and garment factories. They brought their native foods and religions, customs and clothing, which New York graciously absorbed. But those immigrants built the city inward and upward, and few ever ventured off the cramped, self-contained island of Manhattan. The new immigrants are different. They are heading not for Manhattan, but for the more remote outer boroughs – chiefly Queens, Brooklyn and the Bronx – where housing is cheaper, job opportunities abound and there are plenty of derelict neighborhoods ripe for revitalization. They couldn’t have done it without immigrants. Visiting the outer boroughs today is like taking a trip round the world. In Queens, Hindus worship at a temple with carved elephant heads. West Indians play cricket in the shadow of the globe left over from the 1964 World’s Fair. In the Bronx, Mexicans barbecue pork over open barrels in Pelham Park. Albanians gather in corner groceries to share job tips. And in Brooklyn, Rastafarians hold raucous drumming sessions in Prospect Park… … JFK airport in Queens has become the new Ellis Island, welcoming arrivals from all over the globe and whisking them off to neighborhoods ready to help them adapt. Pakistanis in the Bellerose neighborhood of Queens, for one, advertise job opportunities in local papers back home. So it’s easy to understand why a newly arrived family from Karachi would head straight for Bellerose, where a mosque and a halal butcher are already established. But what makes the first person of any given background venture into unknown territory? Some unnamable blend of courage, opportunity and desperation, without which New York would never have become what Walt Whitman called the “proud and passionate … mad, extravagant city!” that it’s renowned as today. Susan H. GREENBERG, in Newsweek, August 6, 2001 (adapted) 1- Where did they settle?2- What are the qualities of an immigrant? Explain the journalist’s opinion, give your own with a few examples. Write up to 80 words.
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