Предмет: Биология, автор: name80041

Исследователи разделили растения пшеницы на две группы и выращивали их в лаборатории в одинаковых условиях, за исключением того, что растения первой группы освещали красным светом, а растения второй группы — зеленым и изменяли интенсивность фотосинтеза. Какая переменная в этом эксперименте будет зависимой (изменяющейся), а какая – независимой (задаваемой). Какую нулевую гипотезу смог сформулировать исследователь перед постановкой эксперимента. Объясните, почему важно освещать растения одинаковое по продолжительности время? Почему результаты могут быть недостоверными, если известно, что не осуществлялся контроль за концентрацией углекислого газа в воздухе?

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Автор ответа: rezrezd
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Зависимая переменная в этом эксперименте - интенсивность фотосинтеза. Независимая переменная - тип света (красный или зеленый).

Нулевая гипотеза в этом эксперименте может быть такой: не будет значимой разницы в интенсивности фотосинтеза при различном типе освещения.

Важно освещать растения одинаковое по продолжительности время, чтобы исключить влияние других факторов на результаты эксперимента. Например, если длительность освещения не будет одинаковой, то растения могут быть наполнены химическими или физическими энергиями, и будет сложно установить конкретное влияние типа освещения.

Результаты могут быть недостоверными, если известно, что не осуществлялся контроль за концентрацией углекислого газа в воздухе, потому что высокая концентрация углекислого газа может влиять на интенсивность фотосинтеза, и если контроль не осуществляется, то этот фактор будет пренебрежен и результаты эксперимента могут быть искажен
Автор ответа: nadirheydarov9
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Ответ:

Пшеница является зависимой переменной, так как она зависит от цвета и интенсивности света. А сам свет является независимой переменной, так как он действует на пшеницу изменяя интенсивность фотосинтеза.

Исследователь хотел сформулировать , то что, если освещать эти пшеницы в одинаковое время и в одинаковой продолжительности, то у них процесс фотосинтеза будет протекать одинаково. А если же освещать их в разное время, то одна пшеница будет отличаться от другой на генетическом уровне.

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THE OPEN WINDOW (after H. Munro)

"My aunt will come down in a few minutes, Mr Nuttel," said a girl of fifteen, showing him into the sitting-room. Mr Nuttel was a young painter who had recently had a nervous breakdown. The doctors had told him that he should go away for a holiday. They warned him, however, against crowded resorts and recommended a complete rest in a quiet country-place. So here he was, in a little village, with letters of introduction from his sister to some of the people she knew.

"Some of the people there are quite nice," his sister had said to him. "I advise you to call on Mrs Sappleton as so- on as you arrive. I owe the wonderful holiday I had to her."

"Do you know many of the people round here?" as-

ked the girl when they were sitting comfortably on the sofa. "No, I'm afraid I don't," answered Mr Nuttel. "I've never been here before. My sister stayed here four years ago, you know, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here." "Then you know nothing about my aunt, do you?" asked

the girl.

"Only her name and address," said the visitor.

"Her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said

the child.

"Her tragedy?" asked Mr Nuttel. "You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon," went on the girl, pointing to a Large French window.

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"It's quite warm for this time of year," said Mr Nut- te. "But has that window anything to do with the tra- gedy?'

"Exactly three years ago my aunt's husband and her two young brothers walked out through that window. They went shooting and never came back. When they were cros- sing the river their boat probably turned over and they were all drowned. Their bodies were never found. That was the most horrible part of the tragedy." Here the girl stopped. There were tears in her eyes and she drew a handkerchief out of her pocket."Three years have passed, but my poor aunt still thinks that they will come back some day, they and the little brown dog that was drowned with them, and walk in through that window just as they always did. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it's quite dark. Poor dear aunt, she can't understand that they've left for ever. She's growing worse day by day, so let me give you some advice. Don't be surprised at anything she says or does: she will start telling you all over again how they went out her husband, with his coat over his arm, and her youngest brother, singing 'Bertie, why don't you come?...' as she once told me. You know, sometimes, on quiet evenings like this, I almost get a feeling that they will all walk in through that window, and the whole family will be gathered in here again." The young girl finished her sad story. There was a long pause, and Mr Nut- tel was glad when Mrs Sappleton at last entered the

room. "I'm sorry I'm late," she said, "but I hope my niece has entertained you well." "Yes, she's been very amusing," said Mr Nuttel.

"D'you mind the open window?" asked Mrs Sappleton. "My husband and brothers will soon be home from shooting and they always come into the house this way." And she went on speaking gaily about shooting. After what Mr Nut- tel had just heard, he looked worried.

"The doctors told me," he said, trying to change the subject, "to have a rest here and to avoid anything that would make me feel nervous."

"Did they?" said Mrs Sappleton in a voice which showed that she was not at all interested in what Mr Nuttel was saying. She never took her eyes off the open window and suddenly cried out:

"Here they are at last! Just in time for tea. How tired

they look."Mr Nuttel looked at the girl and saw that she was looking out through the open window with horror in her eyes. Mr Nuttel turned round slowly in his seat, looked in the same direction and saw three figures walking across the garden towards the window. They all carried guns and one of them had a coat over his shoulder. A tired brown dog was following them. Noiselessly they approached the house, and then a young voice began to sing, "Bertie, why don't you come?"

Mr Nuttel seized his hat and ran out of the house like mad.

"Here we are, my dear," said Mrs Sappleton's husband, coming in through the window. "We've enjoyed ourselves very much. I wonder what made that gentleman run out so quickly when we came up? Who is he?"

"A very strange young man, called Nuttel. He could

only talk about his illness. He didn't say a single interes-

ting thing. I don't understand why he ran out that way without saying good-bye," said his wife. "I think it was the dog," said the niece calmly. "He told me that he was afraid of dogs. Once when he was attacked by a pack of dogs somewhere in India, he was so frightened that he started running like mad, and finding himself in a cemetery, climbed down into a newly-dug grave, where he had to spend the night. Since then he has always been afraid of dogs." She was very good at inventing stories and did it artistically.