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Reading Comprehension: “No one makes it alone”

Khosh amadid!

(that’s “Welcome” in Iranian).

Today we would like to share with you a very beautiful story that reminds us to support others in their dreams and ask others to support us in ours.

Read the following story and find difficult vocabulary words below with their definition:

Prayer Hands

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.

Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, “No …no …no …no.”

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, “No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look … look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother … for me it is too late.”

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer’s hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer’s works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.”

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one – no one – – ever makes it alone!

Vocabulary

Praying_Hands_-_Albrecht_DurerIn order – to make it possible for someone or something to be or to do something.

Merely – used to say that someone or something is small, unimportant, etc.

Mob – a large group or crowd of people who are angry or violent or difficult to control.

Goldsmith – a person who makes gold jewelry and other gold items.

Chore – a small job that is done regularly.

Seemingly – appearing to be true but not being true or certain.

Pursue – to follow and try to catch or capture (someone or something) for usually a long distance or time.

Mines – that which belongs to me : my one : my ones.

Earnings – to get (money, a salary, etc.) for work that you have done.

Toss a coin – to decide something by throwing a coin up in the air and seeing which side is shown after it lands.

Sensations – a particular feeling or effect that your body experiences.

Etchings – a picture made by putting ink on an etched piece of metal and then pressing paper against the metal.

Commissioned – to order or request (something) to be made or done.

Lawn – an area of ground (such as the ground around a house or in a garden or park) that is covered with short grass.

Enabled – to make (someone or something) able to do or to be something.

Eager – very excited and interested.

Parchment – paper made from the skin of a sheep or goat.

Charcoals – a hard black material that is made by burning wood with a small amount of air.

Homage – respect or honor.

Painstakingly – showing or done with great care and effort.

Tribute – something that you say, give, or do to show respect or affection for someone.

Touching – having a strong emotional effect : causing feelings of sadness or sympathy.

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