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Importance of Ethics and Sanctions in the story of Noah

The ethics and sanctions are everything in the story of Noah.

The whole reason God cleansed the Earth was because the ethics of everyone had turned into nothing but rule breaking sin. Every rule of the commandments were being broken by sinful and unclean humans, and when you break a rule, there is a sanction.

“And God said unto Noah, The end of all flesh is come before me; for the earth is filled with violence through them; and, behold, I will destroy them with the earth.”

The punishment of the flood was not just because of the broken laws but because of the need to rid the world of the sinful ethics of the people and to start anew with new ethics of love, family and faith.

He had chosen Noah because of his ethics. He was a family man that loved his faith and his family and did what he could to provide and follow the laws.

“These are the generations of Noah: Noah was a just man and perfect in his generations, and Noah walked with God.”

He was not one to receive the sanction because of this. He was the one tasked to help save the world in renewing it.

 Make thee an ark of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou make in the ark, and shalt pitch it within and without with pitch.”

So he followed the orders of his God and set about collecting the animals and his own family, following the orders to exactly for only getting 7 of each species of clean animal and 2 of every unclean species of animal.

 Of every clean beast thou shalt take to thee by sevens, the male and his female: and of beasts that are not clean by two, the male and his female.”

“Of fowls after their kind, and of cattle after their kind, of every creeping thing of the earth after his kind, two of every sort shall come unto thee, to keep them alive.”

Noah knew the sanction that was going to take place after all of this was over, but he still followed the orders and thus, he and his family, made of his wife, his three sons, and his sons’ wives were saved along with the animals.

” And Noah did according unto all that the Lord commanded him.”

The sanction of the flood took place while they were safe inside of the ark, cleansing the world of the old and sinful ethics.

“And Noah was six hundred years old when the flood of waters was upon the earth.”

Everything from the earth had gone, it had been cleansed of the sin.

“And every living substance was destroyed which was upon the face of the ground, both man, and cattle, and the creeping things, and the fowl of the heaven; and they were destroyed from the earth: and Noah only remained alive, and they that were with him in the ark.”

And when the flood was over, the sin gone and the world anew, Noah still followed God. He did not turn his back or succumb to sin, his ethics had not changed.

 And Noah builded an altar unto the Lord; and took of every clean beast, and of every clean fowl, and offered burnt offerings on the altar.”

From these quotes, one can tell that sense Noah was faithful and true; he and his family were saved. While the others’ ethics were the direct cause of God’s wrath.

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Describe Kourdakov’s use of contrast

Kourdakov used a lot of contrasting situations to strengthen the impact of the situations.

The Sunday Afternoon picnic is a good example. All of them getting together before hand, an hour or two early, to just laugh, sing, have some good old fun! How they played their music, ate and drank their food and seemed so normal. Human, even.

Then telling about the raid, about the brutal beatings, the smashing of teeth, punching of faces, the screaming of curses. The thought of the sand going down their throats just to shut them up. That’s to show how awful they can be, how inhuman the entire situation was. Just what they did to those girls alone is appalling.

But the set up to it, not just showing how different the situations were, but showing how human they were, making you feel like you could hang out with them, laugh with them. And then showing that even the most normal of seeming people can be monsters. Can hurt their own kind so easily and, in some cases, enjoy it.

How they had to do all of this in private because the public wouldn’t condone this, they didn’t believe the Believers did anything awful enough to be forced to endure that kind of treatment. Because the public would want to protect the Believers, would side with them, and the secret police couldn’t have that.

He got a taste of the medicine he was dishing out when the award ceremony came around. Having someone so high up in the Communist Party, someone he respected and looked up to, drunkenly ramble on about how it was useless? How it wasn’t worth the effort? Seeing just how all of those people at the top had abused the system just to get to where they were. It sickened him, and he did something none of those Believers did.

He lost faith in what he believed in.

That is the biggest contrast in all of the book so far, everything he had known and loved, was told was important and good, turned out to be a lie. Turned out that all of the things he had faith in, the Party, the Youth League, Lenin! It wasn’t what he had been taught, what he had learned and believed in. It was all just a big lie.

But those Believers never lost faith, they’d be beaten up to a bloody pulp, but they prayed while being beaten up. They’d be thrown into walls, but they’d return to another meeting when they felt better, or even as soon as 3 days after being beaten up before.

They would have their bibles, handwritten or printed, taken away forever. Their leaders would be arrested while the others lay in a bloody puddle. But they still came back, no matter how much they were hurt, mentally and physically, they’d come back. Some didn’t, no. Not everyone is strong enough. But the numbers of how many did? They were definitely the majority.

In a way, no matter how much they beat up the Believers, the beaters were bested, not in might, but because their faith was real, not to all, but to them. And it stayed with them, unlike what happened to Kourdakov.

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English lesson 20 assignment

I honestly have a few of the stories I remember in a lot of detail, but only one always gets my blood pumping when I think of it. My person favorite, the bus with no breaks.

Reading about him as a little kid, nothing more than a child, at the front of the bus. You can just see the grin and slight smugness in being in an important role, the pride he felt.

The rush of adrenaline when they went through the red light.

The look of horror when he realized.

Realized they had no control of the speed, when they had to try to stay calm when the red lights were up ahead, when traffic was so close to them but they couldn’t stop.

Tried not to freak the passengers out with the fact.

The joy, pride, exasperation, the relief  after they managed to stop at their destination, when they had just gone on a – literal – ride of their life.

And the guilt, the heartbreak and the shame after yelling, for everyone to hear, what had happened. The breaks being out, the loss of control, barely being able to get it there in one piece, without being hit.

You could feel how shattered he felt, because we’ve all had that one moment in time where we’ve said something and immediately regretted it.

Even with some of the passengers thanking the driver and just being so glad they had made it out alive, out of that bus and on to the safe, safe ground. You could still see the boy, even if it was just in your head, standing there. Holding back every emotion he had just felt on the ride. Trying, so hard, not to break in front of everyone.

The story was a true rush of emotions, the pace of your heart, one moment it’s normal and then suddenly it’s beating so hard you can feel it against your rib cage. Your breath catching in your throat because you’re so afraid if you let it out, it might be your last.

I think one of the reasons this story caught my attention and has stayed with me the most out of all of the others may be my fear of the road, with all the bad drivers I’ve seen and nearly being run off the road on numerous occasions, reading this story already had a way to get my blood pumping, my heart racing and the fear building.

But, if it weren’t for him putting in so much effort and detail, for him remembering what it was like and trying his hardest to make us feel and experience what he had gone through, the mental picture of the bus slowly going through the red light after a failed attempt at stopping, the sound of the horns honking ever so slightly muffled and the sound of the wind, pushing against the bus.

The feeling of being there. In those seats, just hoping that they won’t get hit, that they won’t hit someone else, that they’ll make it.

If he hadn’t put all of that in there, I don’t think the story would have felt as real as it did.

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Three stories I can’t leave out of my autobiography

  1. Always smile

Everyone has a ‘neutral face,’ a face that, while relaxing, doesn’t really show emotion or reaction because they are spacing out or not paying attention. Well, I have something that is called, in better terms, “Resting dog face” which, basically, just makes it look like I’m angry when in all reality I’m just thinking. Not fun. Often when I’m zoning out, someone will ask, “Are you okay?” Them thinking I was upset about something. When I was younger it was a lot more common, so naturally I came to the conclusion that, “Never again would I hear someone ask that question! I was going to always smile!” It had been a little while when I finally started to notice something, I had been snapping at everyone I knew! Friends, family, even myself! I had been so easy to anger or upset and no one knew why. I realized I was using so much effort to smile and try to look happy when, put simply, I wasn’t. While trying to look happy, I had taken away my ability to be happy. After realizing that, I stopped smiling all the time, only smiling when I was actually happy, which is actually pretty often. But, sadly, it did leave a mark on my life, now some family think I’m upset when I’m not smiling. A viscous circle.

2. The question

I’ve always known who I was and I always accepted others for who they were, black, white, straight, gay, bi and whatever in between. When I was around eleven, I had a friend, who was female, that nearly constantly asked if I wanted to date her, I always turned her down. Saying the same things over and over again. “I’m sorry, but I like guys.” Once after I told her that, I started thinking. “Why do I like guys? What about liking a guy is different from liking a girl? Do I only like guys?” I sat and wondered about that all day, just thinking about the self-asked-question. By that night, I had finally come up with my answer. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about gender! I wasn’t straight, but I wasn’t bi. I didn’t know what I was. But I did know that I didn’t care. What I care about is, a good sense of humor, being able to talk to them about anything, and feeling cared for. Gender didn’t define those qualities, the person did. If that hadn’t been the last time she ever talked to me, maybe she would have finally gotten that answer she always wanted. I later in life found out the proper term for this is “Pansexuality” and I’m proud to be it.

3.  I was scared.

I love my family, but I have always felt weird around them, like I had to hide something from my Dad’s side of the family. It was everything. I realized it at the age of 15 that I had to hide almost everything about me that makes me, well, me! My sexuality, my sense of humor, inside jokes with my sister that they’d never let me explain. They still, and probably always will, treat me as a little girl that knows nothing of importance. Like I will never be physically strong and that I should, in near exact words from my Nana, “let the men handle the heavy work.” That having emotions and crying when in any kind of pain is something to be ashamed of and hide or not do at all! That your say, at least most of the time, doesn’t matter. I realized I was uncomfortable there, that I didn’t like visiting for long amounts of time and would rather be home with my Mom, than visiting my Dad. I finally talked about this with my Mom after the possibility of visiting them came up at dinner. Others were visiting at the time, so I talked to her after while we were washing dishes. I came clean about how I felt and we talked about the whole situation while I cried, finally letting out emotions I had bottled up for so long. We came to the agreement that I would only visit now and then, at least until I felt comfortable bringing all of this up with them. But the point was that I was scared to death about how they’d react, and I still am.