Kann jemand eine summary schreiben ???

  • “Mary Dilworth. The Factory“
    The Factory
    I have always hated the factory. It has a gaunt steel frame like a skeleton. I've often imagined it
    without its red bricks, just an etching of black against a red sky.
    Of course, I've never said anything about this to anyone. Especially to Eric. You see, he
    5 loves the factory. He would like to put up his sign in those flashing neon lights that the city firms
    can afford. He saw a rainbow once over a petrol station there. I think he would have sold almost
    anything to have one of those on his roof.
    Every day he is up early. He sings in the shower and eats his breakfast quietly. He always reads
    the business section of the newspaper, then quarters it neatly.
    10 His days are like that. In four parts.
    The first is the morning, which I've mentioned. Then there's the day at the factory.
    That's in two: the morning and the afternoon. He uses the telephone to tell me when it's time for lunch. Just
    two rings. That's his code. Then five minutes later he's at the door, letting himself in.
    27
    He reads at lunch, usually one of the classics. He didn't have much education.
    15 In fact, that's why I met him. We worked at the same factory, ten miles out of town. It
    manufactured shoes and boots. I was the boss's secretary, and Eric worked the floor.
    I'll always remember that first day. He was nervous, tried not to show it, but his hands shook.
    His hair was brown, his eyes were brown, and the factory overalls were brown. He almost faded
    into the background of brown leather shoes. Which was quite funny at the time.
    20 But I was describing his day. And he's not brown any more. Streaks of gray and a balding patch
    which he rakes over, spreading the hairs thinly across it. And he wears a suit. Usually gray, with a
    red handkerchief in the pocket. I suppose his eyes are still the same color, but I can't tell you. If
    you asked me, 1 just couldn't tell you.
    I did notice they were red tonight, which was unusual, but then the whole day was different.
    25 As though the four quarters came together and just rolled away.
    I could draw the second half of his day with my eyes closed.
    In the afternoon, he has a cup of tea in his office, then he works until six o'clock.
    Two rings on the telephone mean he's coming home for dinner. He has a good appetite and
    enjoys his food.
    30 In the evening he likes quiet. He always says that after such a busy day at the factory, he
    needs to sit and think. Which he does, with his eyes closed, his elbow on the chair, and his thumb
    and one finger pressed against his forehead. Or sometimes he just sits and stares into space.
    Eric always goes to bed early. He feels fresh then for the next day.
    But now the next day won't come. It won't be Eric's day, and his eyes are red. I've never seen
    35 him cry before.
    I said this day was different. It's night now, and soon the dawn will come. In the night, the sky
    was red. A brilliant red. That was beautiful. Black against red. Like a devil with horns or the
    final crashing chords of a great concerto.
    I loved it. Black skeleton of steel in a fiery night. Of course the fire brigade came. I didn't call
    40 them. It was beautiful just watching the sky burning. I don't think I will ever forget it. Eric was
    asleep.
    They came to tell us as soon as they arrived. Eric knew straight away it was all over.
    I love the night. Sometimes I stay up for hours, savoring it. The stars and that great arc of sky.
    The immense pattern, the changing moods of wind.
    45 Tonight it was special. It was different. And I feel very tired. But happy. An exhilarated feeling, a
    prickling right down my spine.
    Nobody knows how the fire started. Accidental, they say. It happens all the time.



    1 gaunt very thin - frame here: interior structure made of bars - 2 brick stone used for building houses -
    etching picture printed from a metal plate; here: outline - 9 to quarter to fold up twice, to a quarter of its size -
    neat tidy, careful - 16 to work the floor (AE) to have a job as an ordinary worker - 18 to fade here: to
    disappear
    20 streak [i:l long stripe - gray (AE) grey (BE) - balding beginning to lose the hair on the head - patch spot -
    21 to rake over to cover - 31 elbow the part of the arm connecting the upper and lower half - thumb the short
    thick finger that is set apart from the other four - 32 forehead the part of the face above the eyes and below the
    hair - 38 chord Akkord - 42 straight away at once - 43 to savor (AE)/savour (BE) to enjoy - arc part of a
    circle, curve - 44 immense very large - pattern regularly repeated form (Muster)- 45 exhilarated very happy
    and excited - 46 spine row of bones down s.o.'s back that supports the body - 47 accidental not intended
    28

  • meine drecksarbeit ?? das ist nicht meine drecksarbeit ..ich versteh den sinn des textes nicht ...und das thema ..deswegen wollt ich das jemand mal ne summary schreibt damit ichs versteh ....

  • ja eig. wollt ich ja auch nur vorschläge ...das ist ja nicht mal ein text den ich bearbeiten muss ..ich machs nur so zum lernen und wollte vorschläge sehn ..naja aber manche meinen ja das es meine drecksarbeit sei ...

  • wie wärs dann aml mit anders frage n?


    du hast ja nach ner summary gefragt und das schaut halt ganz nach ner ha aus


    wenn du sowas in der art gefragt hättest:
    "Könnte mir mal jemand bitte bei dem Text helfen, ich verstehe den letzen Teil nicht. Wäre echt nett wenn mir jemand den erklären könnte"
    dann wären
    1. die antworten netter gewesen und
    2. hättest du vll schon eine übersetzung / hilfestellung bekommen


    am besten rot anstreichen und fürs nächste mal merken
    mfg

    Sei immer du selbst. Außer du kannst Batman sein. Sei immer Batman!

  • ja hast recht ich hätte wohl genauso reagiert ...naja egal ...


    wie ist denn die summary von mir ?


    The short story "The Factory" by Mary Dilworth is about a unintimate relationship.
    The both main characters ,Eric and the female I-narrator have a completly other view to the fabric in wich they work .Eric loves the fabric,but she doesn`t. The I-narrator tells about Erics routine days ,every day the same pocedure , wake up early ,have a breakfast , work in the fabric ,come home to eat and go to bed .Also she tells about the fact that one night when all things was differnt the fabric starts to burn .The fire brigade came but she doesn`t call them .

  • Abgesehen davon, dass diese HA nach fast zwei Monaten mit Sicherheit passé ist...


    bse, mach es besser! So bringt Dein Kommentar nicht viel.

    Ich weiß nicht, wer oder was ich bin. Ich weiß nur, dass ich tue, was ich tun muß, nicht mehr und nicht weniger.


    Zitat aus "Gildenhaus Thendara", Dritter Teil, Ende 3. Kapitel

  • The story “the factory“ written by Mary Dilworth tells about the purpose
    In life of a man called Eric. His whole life turns about the factory he works
    in and it consists only of his daily routines. He is a very exemplary man who
    seems to be perfectly content about his life. Every day has it’s same procedure,
    he always do the same things at the same time. Until the day where the
    incredible happens, his dear factory burned down as he was
    sleeping and nobody knows why.

  • ja hast recht ich hätte wohl genauso reagiert ...naja egal ...


    wie ist denn die summary von mir ?


    The short story "The Factory" by Mary Dilworth is about a unintimate relationship.
    The both main characters ,Eric and the female I-narrator have a completly other view to the fabric in wich they work .Eric loves the fabric,but she doesn`t. The I-narrator tells about Erics routine days ,every day the same pocedure , wake up early ,have a breakfast , work in the fabric ,come home to eat and go to bed .Also she tells about the fact that one night when all things was differnt the fabric starts to burn .The fire brigade came but she doesn`t call them .


    die ist schon richtig gut nur "ich erzähler" heist "first person narrator" :D