МУЗЫКАЛЬНО-ПОЭТИЧЕСКИЙ ВЕЧЕР, ПОСВЯЩЕННЫЙ ЗИМЕ.

УЧАСТНИКИ – ОБУЧАЮЩИЕСЯ 5-8 КЛАССОВ.

Hello, dear children, our guests, ladies and gentlemen! We are glad to see you!

Здравствуйте дорогие ребята, наши гости, леди и джентльмены! Мы рады приветствовать вас.

Soon   New Year, Christmas!

Скоро Новый год, Рождество.

We are going to show a music and poetry winter Party.

Сегодня мы собираемся показать музыкально-поэтический вечер, посвященный зиме.                                                                                                                                         

We will hear a lot of poems and songs on the Party.

Вы услышите много стихотворений и песен на вечере.

I would like you to have a good mood.

Мне хотелось бы, чтобы у вас было хорошее настроение.

 Now look at the positive clip with a beautiful melody.

Давайте  сейчас посмотрим позитивный клип с  красивой мелодией.

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 So let’s begin our Party!

 Итак, давайте начнем наш вечер.

Dear guests, did you know that the most favorite holiday of British children - this Christmas? He celebrated December 25 - a week before the New Year.

Дорогие гости,  знаете ли вы, что самый любимый праздник английских детей – это Рождество? Отмечается он 25 декабря – за неделю до Нового года.

 An English family send  many  Christmas cards every year.                                               And Santa Claus is always brings children Christmas gifts.

Английские семьи посылают рождественские открытки с пожеланиями каждый год.  А Санта Клаус дарит детям рождественские подарки.

 

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

Я мечтаю о светлом Рождестве.
В  каждой рождественской открытке я пишу:
Пусть ваши дни будут веселыми и яркими
И пусть все ваше Рождество будет светлым.

Winter cold and dark, or is it not?                                                                                                                                                   Зима – это сезон темноты и холода, или это не так?

 

The north wind doth blow,                                                                                                                                             And we shall have snow,                                                                                                                                 And what will poor robin do then,                                                                                                                                    Poor thing?                                                                                                                                                       He'll sit in a barn,                                                                                                                                                      And keep himself warm,                                                                                                                                                  And hide his head under his wing,                                                                                                                                   Poor thing.

                                                                                                                                                          Северный ветер задует                                                                                                                                                 И у нас будет снег,                                                                                                                                                 Что будет делать малиновка тогда,                                                                                                                                    Бедняжка?                                                                                                                                       Будет сидеть в сарае,                                                                                                                                             И греться,                                                                                                                                                                    И прятать голову под крыло,                                                                                                                                     Бедняжка.

Snowflakes fall on trees and walk,
Snowflakes fall as white as chalk,
Snowflakes fall into my hand,
Snowflakes brighten up our land

Снежинки кружатся, ложатся на дорожку,
Такие белые как снег, пушистые.
Одна из них упала на ладошку,
Мир осветила – легкая, искристая.

I'm a little snowflake,                                                                                                                                        Small and white.                                                                                                                                                When the moon is shining                                                                                                                                   I'm sparkly and bright.                                                                                                                                                              When you see me falling,                                                                                                                                 Come out and play.                                                                                                                                          You can make a snowman                                                                                                                                 With me today.

Я маленькая снежинка,                                                                                                                                        Маленькая и белая.                                                                                                                                        Когда светит луна                                                                                                                                                 Я блестяща и ярка.                                                                                                                                        Когда вы видите как я падаю,                                                                                                                       Выходите и играйте.                                                                                                                                           Вы можете сделать снеговика                                                                                                                          Со мной сегодня.

See the pretty snowflakes                                                                                                                                                                         Falling from the sky;                                                                                                                                            On the wall and housetops                                                                                                                                  Soft and thick they lie.                                                                                                                                         On the window ledges,                                                                                                                                       On the branches bare;                                                                                                                                     Now how fast they gather,                                                                                                                                               Filling all the air.

Смотрите,  какие красивые снежинки                                                                                                             Падают с небес;                                                                                                                                                              На стены и кровли                                                                                                                                            Легко и густо они ложатся.                                                                                                                                   На подоконниках,                                                                                                                                                      На голых ветвях                                                                                                                                              Как быстро они собрались,                                                                                                                     Заполонив весь воздух.

Look into the garden,                                                                                                                                     Where the grass was green;                                                                                                                               Covered by the snowflakes,                                                                                                                                Not a blade is seen.                                                                                                                                                   Now the bare black bushes                                                                                                                                          All look soft and white,                                                                                                                                             Every twig is laden,                                                                                                                                                  What a pretty sight!

Посмотрите в сад,                                                                                                                                          Где трава была зелена,                                                                                                                                       Сейчас она укрыта снежинками,                                                                                                                     Ни травинка не видно.                                                                                                                     Теперь голые черные кусты                                                                                                                                 Все выглядят пушистыми и белыми,                                                                                                             Каждая ветка присыпана,                                                                                                                           Какое прелестное зрелище!

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And what can we do in winter?

And now let’s listen to the poems about winter games.

Чем можно заняться зимой? Давайте послушаем стихи о зимних играх.

 

 

Frosty is the morning;                                                                                                                                           But the sun is bright,                                                                                                                                                Flooding all the landscape                                                                                                                                               With its golden light.                                                                                                                                                    Hark the sounds of laughter                                                                                                                                 And the voices shrill!                                                                                                                                                 See the happy children                                                                                                                                                 Coasting down the hill.                                                                                                                                               Eyes with pleasure beaming,                                                                                                                                            Cheeks with health aglow;

Утро морозно;                                                                                                                                                   Но солнце ярко,                                                                                                                                              Наполнило пейзаж                                                                                                                                        Золотым светом.                                                                                                                                      Слышен звук смеха                                                                                                                                                    И пронзительные голоса!                                                                                                                                Смотри, счастливые дети                                                                                                                                    Катаются с холма.                                                                                                                                              Глаза удовольствием сияют,                                                                                                                                  Щеки здоровьем горят;

Bless the merry children,                                                                                                                                      Trudging through the snow!                                                                                                                                              Now I hear them shouting,                                                                                                                                        «Ready! Clear the track!»                                                                                                                                       Down the slope they're rushing,                                                                                                                          Now they're trotting back.                                                                                                                                               Full of fun and frolic,                                                                                                                                         Thus they come and go.                                                                                                                                          Coasting down the hillside,                                                                                                                                             Trudging through the snow.

Здоровья счастливым детям,                                                                                                                  Копошащимся в снегу!                                                                                                                                             Вот я слышу их крики,                                                                                                                              «Готов! Освободи дорожку!»                                                                                                                        Вниз спускаются, спеша                                                                                                                                            И вновь семенят назад.                                                                                                                                                      Полны веселья и шалостей,                                                                                                                                             Так они появляются и исчезают.                                                                                                                  Катаются по склону холма.                                                                                                                    Копошась в снегу.

I’m just a little snowman
white and round.                                                                                                                                                                      Made from snow                                                                                                                                 that falls on the ground.                                                                                                                                                  Charcoal for buttons                                                                                                                                                           a carrot for a nose,                                                                                                                                               Twigs for fingers,                                                                                                                                                          but no toes.                                                                                                                                                      When it’s cold,
I want to play.

Я просто маленький снеговик
белый и круглый

Сделанный из снега
падающего на землю.

Уголь для пуговиц
морковка для носа,                                                                                                                                         Ветки для пальцев,
но пальцев нет.

Когда холодно,
я хочу играть.

 

 

 

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Do you like New Year Day?   
                                                                                                                                                                                А вам нравится Новый год?

 

 

New Year Day!
It is winter, it is cold.
Father Frost is very old.
But he’s always full of joy
And glad to give me a nice toy.
New Year Day, happy day!
We are glad and very gay.
We all dance, and sing, and say
“Welcome, welcome, New Year Day!”
The New Year

 

Сейчас зима, холодно.
Дед Мороз очень стар.
Но он всегда полна радости
И рад дать мне хороший игрушку.
Новый год, счастливый день!
Мы рады и очень весело.
Мы все танцуют, и поют, и сказать
"Здравствуй, здравствуй, Новый год!"

 

 

 

Пришла зима, и холодно вокруг,
Пришел с ней Дед Мороз - наш долгожданный друг.
Такой он добрый и веселый,
Подарки дарит нам и елку!

 

I hope that our music and poetry lesson you like.  I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Good-bye!

Надеюсь, вам понравился музыкально-поэтический вечер. Я желаю вам радостного Рождества и счастливого Нового года.

 

 

 

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На школьном вечере использованы песни в исполнении группы «АВВА», песня  «Jingle Bells» на английском и русском языке , «Рождественская песенка» и другие музыкальные видеоклипы о Новом годе и Рождестве.