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1. 책을 소리내어 읽고 30초(한 문단) 오디오 파일을 첨부해주세요.

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2. 읽은 부분에서 모르는 단어를 10개 찾아 씁니다.

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2. 읽은 부분에서 모르는 단어를 10개 찾아 씁니다.

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"Mother! Mother, please!"
Salva opened his mouth to call out again, But the words did not come. Instead, he closed his mouth, lowered his head, and turned away.
The woman in the orange headscarf was not his mother. He knew this for certain, even though she was still far away and he had not seen her face. (p.71)

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Uncle's words came back to him: "The village of Loun-Ariik was attacked...burned. Few people survived...no one knows where they are now."
In the moment before calling out to the woman a second time, Salva realized that what Uncle had truly meant-something Salva had known in his heart for a long time: His family was gone. They had been killed by bullets or bombs, starvation or sickness-it did not matter how. (p.71-72)

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He felt as though he were standing on the edge of a giant hole-a hole filled with the black despair of nothingness.
I am alone now.
I am all that is left of my family.
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How can I go on without them? (p.72)

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But how can I not go on? They would want me to survive... to grow up and make something of my life... to honor their memories.
What was it Uncle had said during that first terrible day in the desert? "Do you see that group of bushes? You need only to walk as far as those bushes..." (p.72)

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Uncle had helped him get through the desert that way, bit by bit, one step at a time. Perhaps...perhaps Salva could get through life at a camp in the same way.
I need only to get through the rest of this day, he told himself.
This day and no other.
If someone had told Salva that he would live in the camp for six years, he would never have believed it. (p.72-73)

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"They are going to close the camp. Everyone will have to leave."
"That's impossible. Where will we go?"
"That's what they're saying. Not just this camp. All of them."
The rumors skittered around the camp. Everyone was uneasy. As the days went by, the uneasiness grew into fear. (p.73)

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"Mother! Mother, please!"
Salva opened his mouth to call out again, But the words did not come. Instead, he closed his mouth, lowered his head, and turned away.
The woman in the orange headscarf was not his mother. He knew this for certain, even though she was still far away and he had not seen her face. (p.71)

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Uncle's words came back to him: "The village of Loun-Ariik was attacked...burned. Few people survived...no one knows where they are now."
In the moment before calling out to the woman a second time, Salva realized that what Uncle had truly meant-something Salva had known in his heart for a long time: His family was gone. They had been killed by bullets or bombs, starvation or sickness-it did not matter how. (p.71-72)

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He felt as though he were standing on the edge of a giant hole-a hole filled with the black despair of nothingness.
I am alone now.
I am all that is left of my family.
...
How can I go on without them? (p.72)

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But how can I not go on? They would want me to survive... to grow up and make something of my life... to honor their memories.
What was it Uncle had said during that first terrible day in the desert? "Do you see that group of bushes? You need only to walk as far as those bushes..." (p.72)

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Uncle had helped him get through the desert that way, bit by bit, one step at a time. Perhaps...perhaps Salva could get through life at a camp in the same way.
I need only to get through the rest of this day, he told himself.
This day and no other.
If someone had told Salva that he would live in the camp for six years, he would never have believed it. (p.72-73)

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"They are going to close the camp. Everyone will have to leave."
"That's impossible. Where will we go?"
"That's what they're saying. Not just this camp. All of them."
The rumors skittered around the camp. Everyone was uneasy. As the days went by, the uneasiness grew into fear. (p.73)

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"Mother! Mother, please!"
Salva opened his mouth to call out again, But the words did not come. Instead, he closed his mouth, lowered his head, and turned away.
The woman in the orange headscarf was not his mother. He knew this for certain, even though she was still far away and he had not seen her face. (p.71)

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He felt as though he were standing on the edge of a giant hole-a hole filled with the black despair of nothingness.
I am alone now.
I am all that is left of my family.
...
How can I go on without them? (p.72)

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But how can I not go on? They would want me to survive... to grow up and make something of my life... to honor their memories.
What was it Uncle had said during that first terrible day in the desert? "Do you see that group of bushes? You need only to walk as far as those bushes..." (p.72)

내가 모르는 단어
survive 살아남다
honor 명예
terrible 형편없는
desert 사막
far 멀리
bushes 덤불

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"They are going to close the camp. Everyone will have to leave."
"That's impossible. Where will we go?"
"That's what they're saying. Not just this camp. All of them."
The rumors skittered around the camp. Everyone was uneasy. As the days went by, the uneasiness grew into fear. (p.73)

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"Mother! Mother, please!"
Salva opened his mouth to call out again, But the words did not come. Instead, he closed his mouth, lowered his head, and turned away.
The woman in the orange headscarf was not his mother. He knew this for certain, even though she was still far away and he had not seen her face. (p.71)

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Uncle's words came back to him: "The village of Loun-Ariik was attacked...burned. Few people survived...no one knows where they are now."
In the moment before calling out to the woman a second time, Salva realized that what Uncle had truly meant-something Salva had known in his heart for a long time: His family was gone. They had been killed by bullets or bombs, starvation or sickness-it did not matter how. (p.71-72)

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Uncle's words came back to him: "The village of Loun-Ariik was attacked...burned. Few people survived...no one knows where they are now."
In the moment before calling out to the woman a second time, Salva realized that what Uncle had truly meant-something Salva had known in his heart for a long time: His family was gone. They had been killed by bullets or bombs, starvation or sickness-it did not matter how. (p.71-72)

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honor 명예,존경하다

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Uncle had helped him get through the desert that way, bit by bit, one step at a time. Perhaps...perhaps Salva could get through life at a camp in the same way.
I need only to get through the rest of this day, he told himself.
This day and no other.
If someone had told Salva that he would live in the camp for six years, he would never have believed it. (p.72-73)

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bit by bit 하나씩, 서서히
perhaps 어쩌면, 아마
get through 통과하다