UERJ-2012 – VESTIBULAR ESTADUAL – 1ª FASE – 1º EXAME DE QUALIFICAÇÃO – LÍNGUA INGLESA – UNIVERSIDADE ESTADUAL DO ESTADO DO RIO DE JANEIRO – PROVA COM GABARITO.

❑ PROVA: UERJ-2012-VESTIBULAR-1ºFASE-1º EXAME DE QUALIFICAÇÃO-LÍNGUA INGLESA-12/06/2011.

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❑ ESTRUTURA-PROVA:

➭ 6 MCQs (Multiple Choice Questions) / 4 Options Each MCQ.

• Text (1)  – | Happiness | http://grammar.about.com |

❑ INSTRUÇÃO: As questões deverão ser respondidas em língua portuguesa. A língua estrangeira só deverá ser utilizada quando o enunciado o exigir.

❑ TEXTO 1:

Happiness

It was almost nightfall. The whole day: rain, torrents of rain. Drenched to the bone, I arrived in a little Calabrian village. I had to find a hearth where I could dry out, a corner where I could sleep. The streets were deserted, the doors bolted. The dogs were the only ones to scent the stranger’s breath; they began to bark from within the courtyards. The peasants in this region are wild and misanthropic, suspicious of strangers. I hesitated at every door, extended my hand, but did not dare to knock.

O for my late grandfather in Crete!, who took his lantern each evening and made the rounds of the village to see if any stranger had come. He would take him home, feed him, give him a bed for the night, and then in the morning see him off with a cup of wine and a slice of bread. Here in the Calabrian villages there were no such grandfathers.

Suddenly I saw an open door at the edge of the village. Inclining my head, I looked in: a murky corridor with a lighted fire at the far end and an old lady bent over it. She seemed to be cooking. I crossed the threshold and entered. I reached the fire and sat down on a stool which I found in front of the hearth. The old lady was squatting on another stool, stirring the meal with a wooden spoon. I felt that she eyed me rapidly, without turning. But she said nothing. Taking off my jacket, I began to dry it. I sensed happiness rising in me like warmth, from my feet to my shins, my thighs, my breast. Hungrily, avidly, I breathed in the delicious smell of the steam rising from the pot. Once more I realized to what an extent earthly happiness is made to the measure of man. It is not a rare bird which we must pursue at one moment in heaven, at the next in our minds. Happiness is a domestic bird in our own courtyards. 

As soon as we finished, she prepared a bed for me on a bench to the right of the table. I lay down, and she lay down on the other bench opposite me. Outside the rain was falling by the bucketful. For a considerable time I heard the water cackle on the roof, mixed with the old lady’s calm, quiet breathing. She must have been tired, for she fell asleep the moment she inclined her head. Little by little, with the rain and the old lady’s respiration, I too slipped into sleep. When I awoke, I saw daylight peering through the cracks in the door.

The old lady had already risen and placed a saucepan on the fire to prepare the morning milk. I looked at her now in the sparse daylight. Shriveled and hump, she could fit into the palm of your hand. Her legs were so swollen that she had to stop at every step and catch her breath. But her eyes, only her large, pitch-black eyes, gleamed with youthful, unaging brilliance. How beautiful she must have been in her youth, I thought to myself, cursing man’s fate, his inevitable deterioration. Sitting down opposite each other again, we drank the milk. Then I rose and slung my carpetbag over my shoulder. I took out my wallet, but the old lady colored deeply.

“No, no,” she murmured, extending her hand.

As I looked at her in astonishment, the whole of her wrinkled face suddenly gleamed.

“Goodbye, and God bless you,” she said. “May the Lord repay you for the good you’ve done me. Since my husband died I’ve never slept so well.”

NIKOS KAZANTZAKIS*

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*Nikos Kazantzakis (1883-1957) was one of the most important Greek writers of the 20th century.

16 – (UERJ-2012-VESTIBULAR-1º EXAME DE QUALIFICAÇÃO)

According to some authors, a memoir is how one remembers one’s own life; an autobiography is history, requiring research, dates and facts.
In relation to the author’s life, the text Happiness can be characterized as a memoir especially because of the presence of:

(A) factual reports
(B) fictional recounts
(C) detailed descriptions
(D) personal recollections

__RESPOSTA (D)__

17 – (UERJ-2012-VESTIBULAR-1º EXAME DE QUALIFICAÇÃO)

The first paragraph describes the terrible weather, the physical state of the narrator and his unfavorable view of the village and its inhabitants.
From this beginning, one can infer that the narrator did not expect the peasants to:

(A) suspect him of anything
(B) cause him any problems
(C) give him a warm welcome
(D) consider him a wild stranger

__RESPOSTA (C)__

18 – (UERJ-2012-VESTIBULAR-1º EXAME DE QUALIFICAÇÃO)

In the second paragraph, Kazantzakis introduces a flashback, an interruption in the telling of the major action to show an episode that happened at an earlier time.
In this narrative, the flashback has the function of:

(A) achieving a surprise effect
(B) emphasizing the main event
(C) providing extra information
(D) creating a suspenseful mood

__RESPOSTA (B)__

19 – (UERJ-2012-VESTIBULAR-1º EXAME DE QUALIFICAÇÃO)

In the third and fourth paragraphs, there are different sensory images, as in the fragment below:
I breathed in the delicious smell of the steam rising from the pot. (l. 17 )
In this fragment, the narrator makes use of the following type of imagery:

(A) olfactory
(B) gustatory
(C) acoustic
(D) tactile

__RESPOSTA (A)__

20 – (UERJ-2012-VESTIBULAR-1º EXAME DE QUALIFICAÇÃO)

Happiness is a domestic bird in our own courtyards. (l. 19-20)
This fragment contains a figure of speech which is labeled as:

(A) irony
(B) simile
(C) metaphor
(D) metonymy

__RESPOSTA (C)__

21 – (UERJ-2012-VESTIBULAR-1º EXAME DE QUALIFICAÇÃO)

The old lady is presented by means of the description of her actions and looks.
The passage from the text which best describes her bodily appearance is in:

(A) she eyed me rapidly, without turning. (l. 15)
(B) she fell asleep the moment she inclined her head. (l. 24)
(C) she could fit into the palm of your hand. (l. 28-29)
(D) the whole of her wrinkled face suddenly gleamed. (l. 35)

__RESPOSTA (C)__