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      <title>With your partner, identify one or two examples of Socialist Realism in &quot;The Distant Stars&quot; by Kate Scheel</title>
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         <title>Audrey and Tessa</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It was over 30 degrees celsius, so when we crawled into the cave, we entered a different world. The chill made our bodies suddenly begin to shiver. Then we'd turn our heads up to drink some sugared spring water from our canteens."</p><p>"I was a Hanoi girl. To put it modestly, I was impressive. My ponytails were thick and relatively soft. My neck was graceful and I stood as proud as a lily. And as for my eyes, the drivers would say, "You have such a distant look in your eyes."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Herry, Ariitea, Bassa</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ol><li><p>"Ever since ten in the morning, no planes had flown past the strategic hill. They'd only dropped bombs further inland, as we could tell from the reverberations." (Khue 3)</p></li><li><p>"It was precisely this low, seemingly fragile rumble, carried here on the wind, that made the quiet more tense, as if it were heralding something fierce. The sun burned. The wind was dry. But inside the cave, it was cool. (Khue 3) </p></li></ol>]]></description>
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         <title>Simba Tim</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Page 9</p><p><br></p><p>Whenever a bomb exploded, we had to run up, figure out how much earth was needed to fill the hole, count the unexploded bombs and if necessary detonate them.</p><p><br></p><p>Page 12</p><p>It’s only normal… from the canteen. People are used to injuries to a certain degree.</p><p><br></p><p>“ I scraped at the earth and pulled out Nho, and lay her at my lap … [h]er skin was pale, her eyes shut tight, and her clothes covered in dirt.” (11)</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Richard Wu, qiyang</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Page 12: I liked the gentle folk duets. I liked the "Katyusha" of the Soviet Red Army and to hold my knees up to my che st and sing, "Return to Sorrento." Because it was a romantic Itallian folk song, you had to start very low. I liked it a lot. But I didn't want to sing just then. Iwas mad at Thao, although I understood the feelings whirling inside her. She kept glancing at Nho, raising a hand to adjust her collar and then her lapel and her hair. She: hadn't cried and she didn't even like tears. Anyone who shed a tear while we needed strength from each other would be seen as guilty of self-debasement. </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Liberty Stephen</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ol><li><p>"When the trail we were protecting here was evenly paved with asphalt. Electricity would flow on wires deep into the forest, and timber mills would run all day and all night." (p. 4)</p></li><li><p>"The unit is always concerned about you up there. The assault troopers can get up there quickly." (p.17)</p></li></ol>]]></description>
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         <title>Jiahao, Min,  Titpanharith Pak, Emmanuel ugulu</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ol><li><p>"Many meals we had no broth, so we girls poured drinking water over our rice. We did this in public and we looked so miserable that some of the men cried out in pity. The first time we heard the sound of the bombs, some of us were so scared we lay down and hugged the earth." ( Page4)</p></li><li><p>The storm had come and gone. But I missed something. Maybe</p><p>it was my mother. Or the window. Or the big stars over the city.</p><p>Right. Maybe it was those things. Or maybe it was the trees... Maybe it was all those things. They were so far away and</p><p>then, because of a hailstorm, they came in waves to flood my</p><p>mind. ( Page 14)</p></li></ol>]]></description>
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