Презентация к уроку THE DARLING (УМК "Английский в фокусе" 10 класс)

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  Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
  was a Russian playwright and short-story writer, who is considered to be among the greatest writers of short fiction in history.
  

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  1860 – 1904
  
  Anton Pavlovich Chekhov was born on January 29, 1860, in Taganrog, Russia.
  At the age of nineteen, he went to medical school in Moscow and later became a doctor.
   To support his family and to pay his tuition fees, he wrote short, humorous sketches under pseudonyms such as "Antosha Chekhonte“.
  Later on Chekhov practiced as a physician and began to publish serious works of fiction under his own name.
  
  Chekhov concentrated primarily on mood and characters, showing that they could be more important than the plots. 
  As for his plays he soon developed his signature style, which was a unique mix of comedy and tragedy. 
  
  He died in 1904 at the age of 44 due to
  the tuberculosis.
  

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  Anton Pavlovich
  Chekhov
  
  “The Darling” (1898)
  

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  3a. Match sentences (a-g) to the appropriate gap in the text (1-7)
  B. She would fall asleep still thinking of the same things, and tears would roll down her cheeks from her closed eyes.
  A. Olenka followed him noiselessly.
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  C. His mother left on a visit to her sister in Kharkov and never came back.
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  D. How is a little fellow to do all that?
  E. I can go the rest of the way myself.
  G. “What a shame to have to wake him”, she thought.
  F. He drank three glasses of tea, ate two large cracknels and half a buttered roll.
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  Rather fat
  Deeply (asleep)
  Set up, organized
  Pushed quickly and carelessly
  hard
  awakened
  Left alone for a long time
  fixed up
  abandoned
  sound
  stout
  shoved
  aroused
  difficult
  

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  Она останавливается и смотрит ему вслед, не мигая, пока он не скрывается в подъезде гимназии. Ах, как она его любит! Из ее прежних привязанностей ни одна не была такою глубокой, никогда еще раньше ее душа не покорялась так беззаветно, бескорыстно и с такой отрадой, как теперь, когда в ней всё более и более разгоралось материнское чувство. За этого чужого ей мальчика, за его ямочки на щеках, за картуз она отдала бы всю свою жизнь, отдала бы с радостью, со слезами умиления. Почему? А кто ж его знает — почему?