Конспект
урока для 10 класса на тему:
«Love and business»
на
основе
произведения
О.Генри
«The
Romance of a Busy Broker»
2015
Разработала:
Винокурова Ольга Васильевна
Учитель
английского языка
МАОУ
СОШ №33
г.
Новороссийск
Краснодарский
край
Цель урока: Тренировка навыков
работы с художественным текстом, отработка навыков чтения с пониманием
основного смысла материала и навыков выделять необходимую информацию.
Задачи урока:
Образовательная:
Расширять кругозор учащихся о культурном наследии США.
Знакомство с творчеством О.Генри
Воспитательная:
Воспитывать интерес к прочтению англоязычной
художественной литературы; воспитывать в учениках старательность, прилежание,
желание творчески работать, воспитывать командный дух и умение работать в
команде.
Развивающая:
развивать языковую догадку, логическое мышление и
умение работать на опережение.
Оборудование
и материалы: печатные материалы, маркеры
Схематический
план урока:
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1.
Начало урока. Организация урока. Беседа
с классом. Сообщение целей урока.
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2мин
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2.
Языковая зарядка. Лексическая
игра «Guess
what?»
(актуализация опорных
знаний)
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4мин.
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3.
Введение новой информации.
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5 мин
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4.
Знакомство с текстом (подготовка к
чтению)
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5мин
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5.
Развитие навыков выборочного чтения
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10мин.
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6.
Выполнение упражнений на проверку
понимания текста
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10 мин.
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7.
Пояснение домашнего задания
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2 мин.
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8.
Итоги. Оценивание.
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3 мин
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Ход
урока:
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Этап
1.
Начало урока. Организация урока. Беседа с классом. Сообщение целей урока. Цель:
приобщить к работе в классе
Приём:
беседа
с классом
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T: Good morning!
It’s nice to see you. Hope you are well. Who is on duty today? What the date
is today? Who is absent?
T: Today we are
going to work within the topic “Literature masterpieces of The USA”. Look at
the first task (Приложение 1) of our presentation and try to guess
whose masterpiece we are planning to discuss today. (The students can see
some pictures and phrases from the stories which can help them to guess the
author)
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Этап
2. Языковая
зарядка. Лексическая игра «Guess what?»
Цель: актуализация
опорних знаний, введение новой лексики
Приём:
Работа
с печатными материалами
Лексическая
игра. Составление
семантической карты, работа в парах
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1)
Актуализация
опорних знаний
Проведение игры «Guess what?»
T: 1) Let’s work in pairs. Look at the second
task. Here you can see the title of the story. It’s “The romance of a busy
broker” and below this title you can find the chart with 15 words. Your task
is to choose only those 6 which, in your opinion, will be mentioned in our
story.
2) Определение
темы урока:
T: So, let’s check
and in accordance to the given words, try to identify the main idea of
today’s lesson
(pupils
try to make their predictions and the teacher choose the most repeated
words): love, woman, have no time, fall in love, an office and family
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Этап
3. Введение
новой информации
Цель: формирование
новых навыков работы с текстом
Приём: Составление
семантической карты
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Определение
основного смысла текста (чтение с пониманием основного смысла
1.
Составление
семантической карты
Now we continue working in pairs. Each pair should
complete the chart in task to with some sentences or word combinations from
the text which can prove the presence of these facts in the story. While
looking for the information you should try to identify the main characters of
the story. Doing this task you can use some markers. (task 3) (Приложение 2)
(discussing
the ideas)
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Этап 4. Знакомство
с текстом (подготовка к чтению)
Цель: учить
работать с текстом; искать ключевые слова в тексте
Приём 1: чтение,
приём «Бортовой журнал»
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T: Now let’s move to
the task 4. Complete the chart with the names of the main character and pay attention
to Pitcher. What is his role in this story?
(students
make their predictions)
S.:
In our opinion the author used this character as a morrow to reflect the life
of an office, to tell the audience about the changes in other to main
characters: the stenographer and the broker.
T.:
Well done!
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Этап 5. Развитие
навыков выборочного чтения
Мета: развитие
навыков чтения
Приём: «Бортовой журнал».
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T:
And
now try to fill in the chart in task to with adjectives and verbs, which can
help you to describe these characters.
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Этап 6. Выполнение
упражнений на проверку понимания текста
Цель: Проверка
понимания прочитанного, развитие навыков говорения
Приём 1:
групповая работа
Приём 2:
перессказ
текста
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T: Now I want you
to retell me this story in your own words as you see it without reading the
whole text.
Each
pair should give one sentence.
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Этап 7. Пояснение
домашнего задания
Цель: развивать
навыки монологической речи
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T.: Your home
task for the next lesson is to read this story and be ready to retell the
text using the new active vocabulary and the chart.
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Этап 8. Итоги.
Оценивание.
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T: We have done
a lot at the lesson. You have read one of the most famous stories by O.Henry
“The romance of a busy broker”
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Приложение 1
Task 1
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Tomorrow would
be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present.
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"Leaves.
On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too.
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"She
has one chance in - let us say, ten,"
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Jim looked
about the room curiously.
"You
say your hair is gone?" he said
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Task 2
The Romance of a Busy Broker
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a clerk
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love affair
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fall in love
with smb.
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fall apart
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have no time
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an office
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woman
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mountains
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a secretary
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family
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shy
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love
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hang out
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faith
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tell a lie
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Task 3
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woman
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fall
in love
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have
no time
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love
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an
office
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family
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Task 4
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Pitcher,
clerk in the office
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Harvey
Maxwell, broker
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Miss
Leslie, stenographer
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usually
expressionless
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The
machine sitting at that desk was no longer a man; it was a busy New York
broker
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young lady
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noticed
a difference
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wore
no chains, bracelets or lockets
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notified
the agency
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Приложение 2
Title: The Romance Of A Busy
Broker
Author: O Henry [More Titles
by Henry]
Pitcher,
confidential clerk in the office of Harvey
Maxwell, broker, allowed a look of mild interest and surprise to
visit his usually expressionless countenance when his employer briskly entered
at half past nine in company with his young lady stenographer. With a snappy
"Good-morning, Pitcher," Maxwell dashed at his desk as though he were
intending to leap over it, and then plunged into the great heap of letters and
telegrams waiting there for him.
Woman The young lady had been Maxwell's stenographer for a
year. She was beautiful in a way that was decidedly unstenographic. She
forewent the pomp of the alluring pompadour. She wore no chains, bracelets or
lockets. She had not the air of being about to accept an invitation to
luncheon. Her dress was grey and plain, but it fitted her figure with fidelity
and discretion. In her neat black turban hat was the gold-green wing of a
macaw. On this morning she was softly and shyly radiant. Her eyes were dreamily
bright, her cheeks genuine peachblow, her expression a happy one, tinged with
reminiscence.
Fall
in love Pitcher, still mildly curious, noticed a difference in her ways
this morning. Instead of going straight into
the adjoining room, where her desk was, she lingered, slightly irresolute, in
the outer office. Once she moved over by Maxwell's desk, near enough for him to
be aware of her presence.
The
machine sitting at that desk was no longer a man; it was a busy New York
broker, moved by buzzing wheels and uncoiling springs.
"Well--what
is it? Anything?" asked Maxwell sharply. His opened mail lay like a bank
of stage snow on his crowded desk. His keen grey eye, impersonal and brusque,
flashed upon her half impatiently.
"Nothing,"
answered the stenographer, moving away with a little
smile.
"Mr.
Pitcher," she said to the confidential clerk, did Mr. Maxwell say anything
yesterday about engaging another stenographer?"
"He
did," answered Pitcher. "He told me to get another one. I notified
the agency yesterday afternoon to send over a few samples this morning. It's
9.45 o'clock, and not a single picture hat or piece of pineapple chewing gum
has showed up yet."
"I
will do the work as usual, then," said the young lady, "until some
one comes to fill the place." And she went to her desk at once and hung
the black turban hat with the gold-green macaw wing in its accustomed place.
He
who has been denied the spectacle of a busy Manhattan broker during a rush of
business is handicapped for the profession of anthropology. The poet sings of
the "crowded hour of glorious life." The broker's hour is not only
crowded, but the minutes and seconds are hanging to all the straps and packing
both front and rear platforms.
Have
no time And this day was Harvey Maxwell's busy day. The
ticker began to reel out jerkily its fitful coils of tape, the desk telephone
had a chronic attack of buzzing. Men began to throng into the office and call
at him over the railing, jovially, sharply, viciously, excitedly. Messenger
boys ran in and out with messages and telegrams. The clerks in the office
jumped about like sailors during a storm. Even Pitcher's face relaxed into
something resembling animation.
On
the Exchange there were hurricanes and landslides and snowstorms and glaciers
and volcanoes, and those elemental disturbances were reproduced in miniature in
the broker's offices. Maxwell shoved his chair against the wall and transacted
business after the manner of a toe dancer. He jumped
from ticker to 'phone, from desk to door with the trained agility of a harlequin.__
In
the midst of this growing and important stress the broker became suddenly aware
of a high-rolled fringe of golden hair under a nodding canopy of velvet and
ostrich tips, an imitation sealskin sacque and a string of beads as large as
hickory nuts, ending near the floor with a silver heart. There was a
self-possessed young lady connected with these accessories; and Pitcher was
there to construe her.
"Lady
from the Stenographer's Agency to see about the position," said Pitcher.
Maxwell
turned half around, with his hands full of papers and ticker tape.
"What
position?" he asked, with a frown.
"Position
of stenographer," said Pitcher. "You told me yesterday to call them
up and have one sent over this morning."
"You
are losing your mind, Pitcher," said Maxwell. "Why should I have
given you any such instructions? Miss Leslie has given
perfect satisfaction during the year she has been here. The place is hers as
long as she chooses to retain it. There's no place open here, madam.
Countermand that order with the agency, Pitcher, and don't bring any more of
'em in here."
The
silver heart left the office, swinging and banging itself independently against
the office furniture as it indignantly departed. Pitcher seized a moment to
remark to the bookkeeper that the "old man" seemed to get more
absent-minded and forgetful every day of the world.
The
rush and pace of business grew fiercer and faster. On the floor they were
pounding half a dozen stocks in which Maxwell's customers were heavy investors.
Orders to buy and sell were coming and going as swift as the flight of
swallows. Some of his own holdings were imperilled, and the man was working
like some high-geared, delicate, strong machine--strung to full tension, going
at full speed, accurate, never hesitating, with the proper word and decision
and act ready and prompt as clockwork. Stocks and bonds, loans and mortgages,
margins and securities--here was a world of finance, and there was no room in
it for the human world or the world of nature.
When
the luncheon hour drew near there came a slight lull in the uproar.
Maxwell
stood by his desk with his hands full of telegrams and memoranda, with a
fountain pen over his right ear and his hair hanging in disorderly strings over
his forehead. Love His window was open, for the beloved janitress Spring had turned on a little warmth through the waking registers of
the earth.
Fall
in love And through the window came a
wandering--perhaps a lost--odour--a delicate, sweet odour of lilac that fixed
the broker for a moment immovable. For this odour belonged to Miss Leslie; it
was her own, and hers only.
The odour brought her vividly, almost tangibly before him.
The world of finance dwindled suddenly to a speck. And she was in the next
room--twenty steps away.
"By George, I'll do it now," said Maxwell, half aloud.
"I'll ask her now. I wonder I didn't do it long ago."
He
dashed into the inner office with the haste of a short trying to cover. He
charged upon the desk of the stenographer.
She
looked up at him with a smile. A soft pink crept over her cheek, and her eyes
were kind and frank. Maxwell leaned one elbow on her desk. He still clutched
fluttering papers with both hands and the pen was above his ear.
"Miss
Leslie," he began hurriedly, "I have but a moment to spare. I want to
say something in that moment. Will you he my wife? I haven't had time to make
love to you in the ordinary way, but I really do love you. Talk quick,
please--those fellows are clubbing the stuffing out of Union Pacific."
"Oh,
what are you talking about?" exclaimed the young lady. She rose to her
feet and gazed upon him, round-eyed.
"Don't you understand?" said Maxwell, restively.
"I want you to marry me. I love you, Miss Leslie. I wanted to tell you,
and I snatched a minute when things had slackened up a bit. They're calling me
for the 'phone now. Tell 'em to wait a minute, Pitcher. Won't you, Miss
Leslie?"
The
stenographer acted very queerly. At first she seemed overcome with amazement;
then tears flowed from her wondering eyes; and then she smiled sunnily through
them, and one of her arms slid tenderly about the broker's neck.
"I
know now," she said, softly. "It's this old business that has driven
everything else out of your head for the time. I was frightened at first. Don't
you remember, Harvey? We were married last evening at 8 o'clock in the Little
Church Around the Corner."
-THE
END-
O Henry's short story: The Romance Of A Busy Broker
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