My mother blushed and admitted her baby's real name to the group. her mother­ in-law had recently died, she apologized, and her husband had insisted that the first daughter be named after his mother, mauran. my mother thought it the ugliest name she had ever heard, and she talked my father into what she believed was an improvement, a combination of mauran and her own mother’s name, felicia. “her name is mao-ree-shee-ah,” my mother said to the group of women. “why, that’s a beautiful name,” the new mothers cried. “moor-ee-sha, moor-ee-sha,” they cooed into the pink blanket. moor-ee-sha it was when we returned to the states eleven years later. sometimes, american tongues found even that mispronunciation tough to say and called her maria or marsha or maudy from her nickname maury. i pitied her. what an awful name to have to transport across borders! which main idea is conveyed in this passage? a name can keep an individual from fitting into a new culture. a name has no influence on an individual’s identity. a name can connect an individual with her family and culture. a name determines an individual’s entire existence.

What theme is the main theme of this excerpt from the metal pig by hans christian andersen? in the garden of the grand duke's palace under the roof of one of the wings were a thousand roses bloom in winter, a little ragged boy had been sitting the whole day long. the boy might serve as a type of italy lovely and smiling and yet suffering. he was hungry and thirsty but no one gave him anything and when it became dark and they were about to close the gardens, the porter turned him out. a long time he stood musing on the bridge which crosses the arno and looking at the glittering stars that were reflected in the water which flowed between him and the wonderful marble bridge trinita. he then walked away towards the metal pig, half note down, clasped it with his arms, and, putting his mouth to the shining snout, drink deep droughts of the fresh water. close-by lay a few salad leaves into chestnuts, which register for his supper. no one was in the street but himself. it belonged only to him. he boldly seated himself on the pig's back, leaned forward so that his curly head could rest on the head of the animal, and, before he was aware, fell asleep. it was midnight. the metal pig raised himself gently, and the boy heard him say quite distinctly, hold tight little boy, for i am going to run, and way he started for most wonderful ride first they arrived at the p as the del granduca and the metal horse which bears the dukes statue made allowed