Questões de Inglês - ENEM 2020 | Gabarito e resoluções

(ENEM - 2020 - PROVA AMARELA) Finally, Aisha finished with her customer and asked what colour Ifemelu wanted for her hair attachments. Colour four. Not good colour, Aisha said promptly. Thats what I use. It look dirty. You dont want colour one? Colour one is too black, it looks fake, Ifemelu said, loosening her heardwrap. Sometimes I use colour two, but colour four is closest to my natural colour. [...] She touched Ifemelus hair. Why you dont have relaxer? I like my hair the way God made it. But how you comb it? Hard to comb, Aisha said. Ifemelu had brought her own comb. She gently combed her hair, dense, soft and tightly coiled, until it framed her head like a halo. Its not hard to comb if you moisturize it properly, she said, slipping into the coaxing tone of the proselytizer that she used whenever she was trying to convince other black women about the merits of wearing their hair natural. Aisha snorted; she clearly could not understand why anybody would choose to suffer through combing natural hair, instead of simply relaxing it. She sectioned out Ifemelus hair, plucked a little attachment from the pile on the table and began deftly to twist. ADICHIE, C.Americanah: A novel. New Yorrk: Anchor Books, 2013. A passagem do romance da escritora nigeriana traz um dilogo entre duas mulheres negras: a cabelereira, Aisha, e a cliente, Ifemelu. O posicionamento da cliente sustentado por argumentos que

(ENEM - 2020 - PROVA AMARELA) A Minor Bird I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sind by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key. And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. FROST, R.West-running Brook.New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1928. No poema de Robert Frost, as palavras fault e blamerevelam por parte do eu lrico uma

(ENEM - 2020 - PROVA AMARELA) A Mother in a Refugee Camp No Madonna and Child could touch Her tenderness for a son She soon would have to forget... The air was heavy with odors of diarrhea, Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs And dried-up bottoms waddling in labored steps Behind blown-empty bellies.Other mothers there Had long ceased to care, but not this one: She held a ghost-smile between her teeth, And in hereyes the memory Of a mothers pride... She hadbathed him And rubbed him down with bare palms. Shetook from their bundle of possessions Abroken comband combed The rust-colored hair left on his skull And then humming in her eyes began carefully to part it. In their former life this was perhaps A little daily act of no consequence Before his breakfast and school; now she did it Like putting flowers on a tiny grave. ACHEBE, C.Collected PoemsNew York: Anchor Books, 2004. O escritor nigeriano Chinua Achebe traz uma reflexo sobre a situao dos refugiados em um cenrio ps-guerra civil em seu pas. Essa reflexo construda no poema por meio da representao de uma me, explorando a(s)

(ENEM - 2020 - PROVA AMARELA) Disponvel em: www.csuchico.edu. Acesso em: 11 dez. 2017. Nesse pster de divulgao de uma campanha que aborda a diversidade e a incluso, a interao dos elementos verbais e no verbais faz referncia ao ato de

(ENEM - 2020 - PROVA AMARELA) Disponvel em: https://sites.psu.edu. Acesso em: 12 jun. 2018. Os recursos usados nesse pster de divulgao de uma campanha levam o leitor a refletir sobre a necessidade de