Yevgeny Yevtushenko: Colours

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Yevgeny Yevtushenko: Colours

1. Which perspective from the chosen poem are you thinking of selecting as the social setting for your own narrative?

I have chosen to write my short story from the perspective of the family member (wife) who is waiting for her husband to come home.

2. How many characters will you use in the construction of your narrative?

I will only be using the wife as the main character of the story. But my first paragraph will be from the point of view of the husband, who is in the middle of a battle, realising that he may die, he remembers his wife he left at home.

3. Where do you intend to set the characters? (Remember to choose only one or two central setting/s):

For the first paragraph the story will be set during a battle that the husband is fighting in. The rest of the story (main setting) will be at the home of the wife.

4. Define what this/these characters will be like? How will they operate within the cultural context you have chosen as the setting of your narrative?

My main character will be sad that her husband has left her, and she will have to deal with the uncertainty of whether her husband has survived. She will think of what could have been if he had never left, or if she had never met him.

5. Explain how you intend to use the poem to develop the story and the effect you hope to create. How will your story support or challenge the dominant viewpoint and theme of the chosen poem?

My plan is to show the reader the emotion that the wife is feeling, and the effect that war has on others (rather than the soldiers). I want to show how a relationship between two people can change their perspectives on the world.

6. What language features and narrative devices do you intend to use in the construction of your narrative?

I would like to use a lot of imagery in my story to emphasise the pain and emotion of my character.

The sound of bullets kept on rushing past him. Men around him, whom he had spent months...