How does the proverbial Russian definition of a hero, “He who hangs on for one minute more,'' apply to the heroes presented in these articles?

Poetry is a huge part of literary history. it is also a part of musical history. from the lyrics of ancient folk songs to those of modern-day rap, musicians have used words in their art to express life, love, and culture. whether the melody comes first or the words do, it is a poet's job to make them work together. the music and words become partners in the goal of expressing ideas or affecting the listener in some way. we have all been turned into mush by a beautiful song with a sad message, and we have the musical poets to for that. based on the sentences in this paragraph, which statement is accurate? sentence 1 is a complex sentence that varies the style and tone of the paragraph. sentence 3 is a complex sentence that varies the style and tone of the paragraph. sentence 5 is a compound sentence that varies the fluency and style of the paragraph. sentence 6 is a compound sentence that varies the fluency and style of the paragraph.

Clearly show? ramona: anna, where does the theme seem to change? anna: according the article: "the fault lies with the fda's inability to release enough information in order to regain the public's trust. but perhaps japan is to blame as well. although there are plans to remove the spent nuclear fuel rods and build a permafrost wall around the four damaged reactors, is this really enough to recover damaged trust? " and then sato goes on to explain this statement. o a. challenging established ideas o b. using evidence to support your conclusions o c. asking clarifying questions o d. synthesizing claims into a single conclusion

Which line in this excerpt from the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald contains a simile? about half way between west egg and new york the motor-road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. this is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud which screens their obscure operations from your sight.