Bonsoir, pouvez vous m'aider svp et les textes en entier et en piece jointQUESTION 1-Quelle vision de la ville chacun de ces trois textes présente-t-il ? 2-Comment les descriptions sont-elles construites ? 3-Quels sont leurs points communs ?Texte A : Balzac, La fille aux yeux d’or (1835)La fille aux yeux d’or termine le triptyque de l’Histoire des Treize (à la suite de Ferragus et de La duchesse de Langeais). Henry de Marsay, jeune dandy parisien se prend de passion pour la « fille aux yeux d’or », Paquita Valdes, mais découvre qu’elle a une autre relation. Pour sevenger de Paquita, il décide, à l’aide d’un groupe d’amis, de la tuer. Voici l’ouverture de cette étrange histoire…Texte B : Zola, Le ventre de Paris (1873)Émile Zola fut le chef de file du mouvement naturaliste qui vise à reproduire la réalité avec exactitude, dans tous ses aspects et avec la plus grande objectivité possible. Dans cet extrait du premier chapitre du Ventre de Paris, roman écrit en 1873, le héros Florent, arrêté par erreur après le coup d’État du 2 décembre 1851, s’est évadé du bagne de Cayenne et découvre le nouveau marché des Halles sept ans plus tard.Texte C : Le Clézio, Désert, (1980)Le passage suivant, extrait de Désert de Le Clézio, voit Lalla, jeune immigrée venue d’un bidonville marocain et récemment arrivée en France, se promener dans les rues de la vieille ville de Marseille ; la ville paraît effrayante à ses yeux, et sa marche prend peu à peu desallures de fuite.
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Bonsoir, j'ai un devoir de géographie mais je ne comprend pas ce que je doit faire, pouvez vous m'expliqué je vous remerci ;( Composition en géographie SUJET : Les territoires productifs français (Outre-Mer exclu) Conseils Avant de se lancer dans la rédaction de cette composition, une réflexion sur le sujet s’impose. Vous devez en analyser tous les termes, pour ainsi trouver une définition qui sera proposée en introduction. La notion de territoire s’entend à plusieurs échelles, pour des superficies de grandeurs variables. Tous les territoires à étudier ont en commun d’être marqués par une activité économique qui préside à leur devenir. Aussi, les échelles régionales et locales sont celles à privilégier. Le lien entre territoires et productions françaises doit être questionné dès l’introduction. Peut-on alors parler de territoires productifs pour les services ? Autant de questions à proposer en introduction, pour trancher par la suite et de manière nette si les services peuvent être traités.Ici, un plan thématique peut être proposé, en différenciant les territoires productifs « nouveaux », récents, de ceux plus anciens qui toutefois ne signifient pas l’absence de modernisation. Une partie de la réflexion peut enfin être consacrée aux anciens territoires productifs, abandonnés en même temps que les activités qu’ils supportaient. Leurs devenirs diffèrent. Surtout, ces questionnements sont à porter à plusieurs échelles, en ne négligeant pas les formes locales.
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Bonjour pouvez vous me traduire ce texte en français SVP 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!»                                       «The Mermaids’ Lagoon», Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie, 1911.
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