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The Streets of London
Have you seen the old men in closed-down market,
Kicking up the papers with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely by his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.
CHORUS
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you the sun don't shine?
Oh, let me take you by the hand and lead you
through the streets of London,
I'll show you something to make you change your mind.
And have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She is no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
And in the all-night cafe at a quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there on his own.
Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup,
Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone.
And have you seen the old man outside the seamen's missions,
Memories fading with the medal ribbons that he wears?
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care.

1st leader
Poetry is the music of our soul. We can’t imagine our life without it.
Poetry can make people laugh and cry filling our hearts with gentleness and compassion. It inspires us to appreciate more the beauty of the world and help us to love stronger and to be better. Perhaps that’s way we may not remember the names of kings but remember names of Shakespeare, Byron, Shevchenko and other poets

2nd leader
Dear guests, members of the teaching staff, students and lovers of the English language, we highly appreciate you came to join us. Today we offer excursion which will acquaint you with the epoch of Shakespeare, Byron, Burns, Shevchenko and others.
(Презентація «Shakespeare.pptx»)

1st leader
The last half of the XVI and the beginning of the XVII centuries are known as the golden age of English literature. It was the time of the English Renaissance, and sometimes it is even called "the age of Shakespeare".
Although the name of William Shakespeare is well-known in the world we know very little about his life.
He was born on April 23,1564 in Stratford-on-Avon. His mother, Mary Arden, was a daugh­ter of a farmer.
His father, John Shakespeare, was a glover who had an office at Stratford-on-Avon.
Little is known about William's childhood. He got education at the Grammar school. He got married to Anne Hathaway and he had three children, a boy and two girls.

2nd leader
William lived in Stratford until he was about 21, then he went to London. There is a story that William's first work in London was hold­ing rich men's horses at the theatre door. But nobody can say whether this story is true.
Later Shakespeare became an actor and the member of the big acting company. Soon he began to write plays for this company and in a few years became a well known author. Shakespeare's work as an actor helped him in writing of his plays. He knew the stage and that helped him to write the most wonderful plays ever written. Shake­speare wrote 37 plays. Among them are tragedies such as The Merry Wives of Windsor, All's Well That Ends Well, Twelfth Night, or, What You Will, Much Ado About Nothing; historical dramas such as Henry IV, Richard III. He is also famous as the author of two poems and 154 sonnets.
Shakespeare spent the last years of his life at Stratford, where he died in 1616. He was buried in the church of Stratford. A monument was built to him in the Poet's Corner in Westminster Abbey.
Shakespeare was a great humanist. He believed in man and wished to make life better for the people of his country.

1st pupil
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

1st leader
During the third period of his literary career, from 1600 to 1608, Shakespeare wrote the great tragedies that were the pear of his achievement, and made him truly immortal. "Hamlet", "Macbeth" "King Lear", "Timon of Athens".

2nd leader
"Hamlet" is the most famous, the most popular play in the English language. For the mass of readers and of playgoers it has no rival, even among Shakespeare's works. What are the reasons for this unique fame? First, undoubtedly, stands the character of Hamlet himself. The figure of Hamlet is one of the very few immortal figures of art and poetry, like Cervantes' Don Quixote and Goethe's Faust: a supreme embodiment of the universal in the individual.

2nd pupil
Hamlet.
To be or not to be: that is the question;
Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or
To take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? to die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-acke and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, its a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
To die, to sleep...o die, to sleep.

Гамлет.
Быть иль не быть — таков вопрос;
Что благородней духом — покорятся
Пращам и стрелам яростной судьбы
Иль, ополчась на море смут, сразить их
Противоборством? Умереть, уснуть —
И только; и сказать, что сном кончаешь
Тоску и тысячу природных мук,
Наследье плоти, — как такой развязки
Не жаждать? Умереть, уснуть. — Уснуть!

1st leader
All know that the best-known love story off all centuries was; the one of Romeo and Juliet's. So, let's enjoy the balcony scene from this famous play and the song from the film "Romeo and Juliet".
(Відеофрагмент з фільму «Ромео і Джульєтта». Сцена на балконі)
ROMEO AND JULIET Act II, Scene 1
The Copula's Orchard Romeo (coming forward):
He jests at scars that never felt a wound
(Juliet appears above at the window).
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid art far more fair than she:
It is my lady; Oh, it is my love!
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer her,
I am too bold: t's not to me she speaks.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
Oh, if I were a glove upon that hand!
That I might touch her cheek!
Juliet. Ah! Me!
Romeo. She speaks:
Oh, speak again, bright angel!
For thou art as glorious to this night, being o've my head
As is a winged messenger of Heaven.
Juliet. Oh, Romeo, Romeo!
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name:
Or, if thou wilt not, be then sworn my love:
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo (aside). Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man.
Oh, be some other name!
What's in a name!
That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet,
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called
Retain the dear perfection, which he has
Without that title: Romeo, off thy name:
And for that name, which is not part of thee,
Take all myself.
(Quiz)

2nd leader
A new movement in literature which is called Romanticism ap­peared. It was caused by great economic and political changes. Roman­ticism was a movement against the progress of bourgeois civilization, which had driven whole sections of the population to poverty. It was an effort to do away with the injustice. The Romanticists tried to look ahead and see the future. They spoke up for the new working class and believed in their right for active struggle for liberty.
The outstanding Revolutionary Romanticists were George Gor­don Byron.

1st leader
The greatest English port George Gordon Byron – was one of the most famous of English “Romantic” poet.
(Презентація Дж. Байрон)
The great English poet George Gordon Byron was born in 1788 in an old aristocratic family. His mother came of a rich Scottish family. His father was a poor army officer who spent his wife's money very soon and died when the boy was three years old. The family lived in Scotland, where the boy went to Grammar school. He loved history and read much about Rome, Greece and Turkey.
In 1798 Byron's granduncle died and the boy inherited the title of lord and the family estate, Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire. The family came to live there and George was sent to Harrow school where boys of aristocratic families got there education.
Byron's first days at school were unhappy. As he was lame the boy's laughed at him. But soon the boys liked him because he read much and knew many interesting facts from history. He wrote poems and read them to his friends.
At 17 Byron entered Cambridge University and there his literary career began.
In 1815 Byron married Miss Isabella Milhanke, a cold and pedan­tic woman. They had a daughter, Augusta Ada, whom Byron loved very much. He was not happy in his family and soon left his wife. By­ron's revolutionary speeches in parliament and the divorce helped the enemies to begin an attack against the poet. Byron was accused of immortality and had to leave England, he went to Switzerland. There By­ron met Shelly and the two poets became friends.
In 1817 Byron went to Italy where he lived until 1823. In Italy By­ron wrote many of his best poems: "Don Juan", (1819-1824), "Cain" (1821), "The age of Bronze" (1823). When the Carbonari movement 1 was ended Byron went to Greece and joined the people in there struggle for independence against Turkey. The struggle for national inde- ! pendence had become the aim of his life. In Greek town of Missolonghi Byron fell ill with typhus and died in April 1824.
His friends brought Byron's body to England and was buried in Newstead, his native place.

3rd pupil
Она идет во всей красе
Она идет во всей красе —
Светла, как ночь её страны.
Вся глубь небес и звёзды все
В её очах заключены.
Как солнце в утренней росе,
Но только мраком смягчены.
Прибавить луч иль тень отнять —
И будет уж совсем не та
Волос агатовая прядь.
Не те глаза, не те уста
И лоб, где помыслов печать
так безупречна, так чиста.
А этот взгляд, и цвет ланит.
И лёгкий смех, как всплеск морской, —
Всё в ней о мире говорит.
Она в душе хранит покой.
И если счастье подарит.
То самой щедрого рукой.
Перевод С.Я. Маршака

(Відеовірш «She walks in beauty»

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
J. G. Byron

(Quiz)

1st leader
There, watching high the least alarms
Thy rough, rude fortress gleams afar;
Like some bold veterans, grey in arms
And marked with many a seamy scar!
Reading and listening to these lines we understand that the po­et was a real son of his native land, he loved it, its history and folklore and tried to show his real feelings.
(Презентація про Р.Бернса 003 Robert Burns - Life And Times)

2nd leader
Robert Burns wrote many poems in Scottish Gaelic, but his best verses were written in England. His poems touch the hearts and soul of every reader.
(Відеопісня “My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose” 004 My Love is like a Red, Red Rose- Robert Burns)

1st leader
But the most famous poem of Robert Burns is “My heart's in the Highlands

4th pupil
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North;
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love,
Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;
Farewell to the Straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-handing woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands...

В ГОРАХ МОЁ СЕРДЦЕ
В горах моё сердце... Доныне я там
По следу оленя лечу по скалам,
Гоню я оленя, пугаю козу.
В горах моё сердце, а сам я внизу.
Прощай, моя родина! Север, прощай, —
Отечество славы и доблести край.
По белому свету судьбою гоним,
Навеки останусь я сыном твоим!
Прощайте, вершины над кровлей снегов,
Прощайте, долины и скаты лугов,
Прощайте, поникшие в бездну леса,
Прощайте, потоков лесных голоса.
В горах моё сердце...
Доныне я там
По следу оленя лечу по скалам,
Гоню я оленя, пугаю козу.
В горах моё сердце, а сам я внизу.

ПРОЩАЮСЯ З ГОРАМИ
Моє серце вовік блукає нагір'ям
І вистежує дикого білого звіра,
Моє серце на гірних, зелених вершинах,
Де бігають кози по тропах, рівнинах.
Прощаюся з горами, згадку в серці сховав,
Де б не мандрував я, де б я не блукав.
Найкращих для мене батьківщин героїчних
Любитиму завжди схили гір північних.
Прощаюсь з гірськими сніжними вершинами,
Прощаюсь з зеленими прилеглими долинами,
Прощаюсь з лісами і дикими гаями,
З швидкими водоспадами й грайливими струмками.

1st leader
Taras Shevchenko is a great Ukrainian poet. He is a founder of the modern Ukrainian literary language. T. Shevchenko is the favourite author of million Ukrainians, a real people’s poet. His works are translated into many languages.
(Презентація «Заповіту» іншими мовами)

5th pupil
My Testament

When I am dead, bury me
In my beloved Ukraine,
My tomb upon a grave mound high
Amid the spreading plain,
So that the fields, the boundless steppes,
The Dnieper's plunging shore
My eyes could see, my ears could hear
The mighty river roar.

When from Ukraine the Dnieper bears
Into the deep blue sea
The blood of foes ... then will I leave
These hills and fertile fields --
I'll leave them all and fly away
To the abode of God,
And then I'll pray .... But till that day
I nothing know of God.

Oh bury me, then rise ye up
And break your heavy chains
And water with the tyrants' blood
The freedom you have gained.
And in the great new family,
The family of the free,
With softly spoken, kindly word
Remember also me.

Taras Shevchenko
Pereyaslav, December 25, 1845
Translated by John Weir Toronto, 1961

2nd leader
You know that the situation in the East of our country wants to be the best. So each of us is a true patriot, that’s why everyone should remember that we live in a single country, which name is UKRAINE

(Гімн України)
Glorious spirit of Ukraine shines and lives forever.
Blessed by Fortune brotherhood will stand up together.
Like the dew before the sun enemies will fade,
We will further rule and prosper in our promised land.

We will lay our soul and body for the cherished freedom.
Cossack blood will raise the nation of the joyous people.


СЛАВА УКРАЇНІ – ГЕРОЯМ СЛАВА!!!