Q1: I think the two people had a heated argument before this scene. After that, they became cold and distant. Q2: I imagine they are a couple who live together. They might have argued the night before, and now they are both waiting for the other person to break the silence. Q3: The scene feels quiet but tense to me. Nothing much is happening, but I can feel the distance between them. Q4: I think they are both being a little stubborn and emotionally exhausted Q5: I would probably try to start a casual conversation to make things less awkward, or at least say something before leaving. Q6: If the silence went on for too long, I would probably be the first to leave. Q7: I usually skip breakfast. Q8: I think so, especially on weekends. I used to make brunch for myself, take my time eating, and read some history books. But on workdays or school days, probably not as much, because I tend to eat quickly or skip breakfast My most memorable breakfasts were actually with my dog. Before I moved to the US for school, I used to live alone with my dog. Back then, I had a much more regular daily routine. Every morning, after walking my dog in the park, I would sit down and have a sandwich while spending time with my dog. Then we would walk home together. It was a simple routine, but I really enjoyed those peaceful mornings.

(Below is incomplete paste) Feel free to write whatever you like in the comments. You can also share a similar situation you’ve lived through, or tell us about the best breakfast you’ve ever had: where were you, who were you with, and what made it special? My best breakfasts were with my father. Once in a while, he would take my sister and me to have breakfast in a favorite restaurant to have fried eggs and bacon or sausages. Bacon was forbidden at home so having this was a delicious treat. After that he would take us to Manney’s the best bookstore in Pune (India) and allow us to choose one book. In those days, a book was a treasure. You took it up lovingly, smelt the pages, the new book smell, looked through the pages, and then sat down to read, read, read, lost to the world. Then you would place the book in your little personal library and then re-read it again and again. I loved books by Enid Blyton and buying an adventure or mystery book by her was the icing on the cake. First, a forbidden breakfast and then a book by a favorite author! Life could not be better!

I was not clear if you wanted this in French. I am writing en anglais, and perhaps I could translate it later. I am already working on my other homework! How do you interpret the words and the situation? This is a man leaving a woman. This could be a boyfriend or husband or a son. This is very sad. He is also heartless. Movements are slow and deliberate and calculated to give maximum pain. How do you imagine the people and the context? I imagine this to be a boyfriend leaving. How do you feel about the scene? How do you feel about the people? He is a cruel man. Good riddance. He would have caused her much pain. What would you have done differently if you were the person having breakfast? If I were the man, I would have talked with her, I would have comforted her even if I was breaking up the relationship. If I were the woman, I would have flung my coffee into his face. What would you have done differently if you were the person in the other room? Which room? What is your breakfast usually like? Toast and egg or oatmeal. What do you like having? I like oatmeal. I also like eggs and toast. Are you a pleasant person to have breakfast with? Bien sûr! Feel free to write whatever you like in the comments. You can also share a similar situation you’ve lived through, or tell us about the best breakfast you’ve ever had: where were you, who were you with, and what made it special? My best breakfasts were with my father. Once in a while, he would take my sister and me to have breakfast in a favorite restaurant to have fried eggs and bacon or sausages. Bacon was forbidden at home so having this was a delicious treat. After that he would take us to Manney’s the best bookstore in Pune (India) and allow us to choose one book. In those days, a book was a treasure. You took it up lovingly, smelt the pages, the new book smell, looked through the pages, and then sat down to read, read, read, lost to the world. Then you would pla

Transcription in english : He poured the coffee Into the cup He put the milk Into the cup of coffee He put the sugar Into the coffee with milk With a small spoon He churned He drank the coffee And he put down the cup Without any word to me He lit One cigarette He made circles With the smoke He shook off the ash Into the ashtray Without any word to me Without any look at me He got up He put on His hat on his head He put on His raincoat Because it was raining And he left Into the rain Without any word to me Without any look at me And I buried My face in my hands And I cried.

Transcription in french : Déjeuner du Matin par Jacques Prévert Il a mis le café Dans la tasse Il a mis le lait Dans la tasse de café Il a mis le sucre Dans le café au lait Avec la petite cuillere Il a tourné Il a bu le café au lait Et il a reposé la tasse Sans me parler Il a allumé Une cigarette Il a fait des ronds Avec la fumée Il a mis les cendres Dans le cendrier Sans me parler Sans me regarder Il s’est levé Il a mis Son chapeau sur sa tête Il a mis Son manteau de pluie Parce qu’il pleuvait Et il est parti Sous la pluie Sans une parole Sans me regarder Et moi j’ai pris Ma tête dans ma main Et j’ai pleuré