Class 10 English Language & Literature
CBQ Practice

Read the following extract from 'A Letter to God' by G. L. Fuentes: "Lencho showed not the slightest surprise on seeing the money; such was his confidence — but he became angry when he counted the money. God could not have made a mistake, nor could he have denied Lencho what he had requested. Immediately Lencho went up to the window to ask for paper and ink. On the public side of the railing, he began to write, his brow furrowed in concentration. When he finished, he went to the window to buy a stamp which he licked and then affixed to the envelope with a blow of his fist. The moment the letter was dropped into the mailbox it flew back. It read: 'God: Of the money that I asked for, only seventy pesos reached me. Send me the rest, since I need it very much. But don't send it to me through the mail, because the post office employees are a bunch of crooks. Lencho.'"

Read the following extract from 'From the Diary of Anne Frank': "I haven't written for a few days, because I wanted first of all to think about it. To write a diary is a strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I've never done it before, but especially because it seems to me that neither I — nor for that matter anyone else — will be interested in the unbosoming of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart. There is a saying that 'paper is more patient than people' — this is something I came across in one of my days of slight dejection... Yes, there is no doubt that paper is patient and as I don't intend to show this diary to anyone, unless I find a real friend, boy or girl, probably nobody cares."

Read the following extract from 'The Hack Driver' by Sinclair Lewis: "As I stepped from the train at New Mullion, my heart sank a little. New Mullion was supposed to be a sweet and simple village. Instead, its main street was a row of wooden shops with the dust drifting along like tumbleweeds. I met the hack driver, a cheerful, red-faced man of forty, who said his name was Bill Magnuson. He was very helpful. He told me Oliver Lutkins was a hard man to find — always busy, always off somewhere. Bill said he'd help me find Lutkins for two dollars an hour. We drove around all day — to the barbershop, the poolroom, Fritz's, and a farm — but we never found Lutkins. It was only the next day that I discovered the truth: the hack driver himself was Oliver Lutkins, and he and the whole village had been making fun of me."