Read the passage from a raisin in the sun.

ruth (looking up at her and smiling): . . lord, that man—done changed so 'round here. you know—you know what we did last night? me and walter lee?

beneatha: what?

ruth (smiling to herself): we went to the movies. (looking at beneatha to see if she understands.) we went to the movies. you know the last time me and walter went to the movies together?

beneatha: no.

ruth: me neither. that's how long it been. (smiling again.) but we went last night. the picture wasn't much good, but that didn't seem to matter. we went—and we held hands.

beneatha: oh, lord!

ruth: we held hands—and you know what?

beneatha: what?

ruth: when we come out of the show it was late and dark and all the stores and things was closed up . . and it was kind of chilly and there wasn't many people on the streets . . and we was still holding hands, me and walter.

beneatha: you're killing me.

how does the playwright develop the theme "it can be difficult to keep romance alive in a marriage" in this passage?

the playwright has ruth use flowery, extravagant language about an uneventful evening.
the playwright has ruth brag about her marriage, which upsets and angers beneatha.
the playwright has ruth mention small differences that make ruth feel closer to walter.
the playwright has ruth describe every detail of her evening to show how worried ruth is.

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