66. What can be inferred from the passage?
A. Cheating is common because people do not take it
very seriously.
B. Cheating is the result of heavy pressure.
C. Cheating is not a crime.
D. Cheating comes together with civilization.
D
Shundagarh is a village on India’s east-facing coast. It is a
village of simple mud and grass houses built on the beach just above the
water-line. The Khadra Hills rise immediately behind the village, to a height
of one hundred and fifty metres. A simple, good-hearted old man, whose name was
Jalpur, farmed two small fields on the very edge of these hills, overlooking
Shundagarh. From his fields he could see the fishing-boats that travels up and
down the coast. He could see the children playing on the sand; their mothers
washing clothes on the flat stones where the Shiva river flowed into the sea;
and their fathers landing the latest catch or repairing nets and telling
stories that had no end.
All Jalpur owned in the world were the clothes he wore
day in and day out, the miserable hut that he slept in at night, a few tools
and cooking pots and his fields. The corn that he grew was all that made life
possible. If the weather was kind and the harvest was good, Japlur could live
happily enough---not well, but happily. When the sun was fierce, and there was
little or no rain, then he came close to the line between a life which was too
hard and death itself.
Last year the weather had been so kind, and the
harvest promised to be so good that Jalpur had been wondering whether he could
sell all that he had and live with his son farther up the coast. He had been
thinking about doing this for some years. It was his dearest wish to spend his
last days with his son and his wife and children. But he would go only if he
could give; he would not go if it meant taking food out of the mouths of his
grandchildren. He would rather die than do this.
On the day when Jalphur decided that he would harvest
his corn, sell it, and move up the coast, he looked out to sea and saw a huge
wave, several kilometers out, advancing on the coast and on the village of Shundagarh. Within ten minutes everyone
in Shundagarh would be drowned. Jalpur would have shouted, but the people were
too far away to hear. He would have run down the hill, but he was too old to
run. He was prepared to do anything to save the people of Shundagarh, so he did
the only thing that he could do: he set fire to his corn. In a matter of
seconds the flames were rising high and smoke was rising higher. Within a
minute the people of Shundagarh were racing up the hill to see what had
happened. There, in the middle of his blackened cornfield, they found Jalpur,
and there they buried him.
On his grave, they wrote the words: Here lies Jalpur,
a man who gave, living; a man who died, giving.
