Внеклассное
мероприятие « Myfairlady»
(по
мотивам произведений Б.Шоу «Пигмалион», О.Уальда«Портрет Дориана Грея»,
сказок Ш.Перро)
Преподаватель:
Свибович К.В.
Дата
проведения: 23.12.14 г.
Тема мероприятия:
« My fair lady»
Цель:
совершенствовать коммуникативные навыки учащихся
Задачи:
- развивать
монологическую и диалогическую речь студентов;
- развивать творческие
способности учащихся;
- воспитывать
любовь и интерес к изучению английского языка;
- повышать
уровень эстетической культуры;
- приобщать
учащихся к чтению иностранной художественной литературы
Форма
проведения: театрализованное
представление
Технологии
и методы обучения: театрализация, ролевая игра, метод проектов
Межпредметные
связи:
«Английский язык», «Литература», «Самопознание».
Оборудование:
мультимедийное оборудование,театральные костюмы, декорации, диски с
музыкальными записями
Учитесьчестнодостигатьуспеха
Ипривлекатьблагодаряуму.
ИоганнГете
Ход мероприятия:
1. Вводная
часть.
Организационный момент.
Приветствие, объявление темы, цели и
формы мероприятия.
2. Основная
часть.
Инсценирование фрагментов пьеыБ.Шоу
«Пигмалион».
Инсценирование фрагментов сказки Ш.Перро «
Спящая красавица».
Инсценирование фрагментов сказки Ш.Перро
«Золушка».
Инсценирование фрагментов произведения
О.Уальда «Портрет Дориана Грея»
3. Заключительная
часть.
Рефлексия.
Act 1
Story
– teller:(under
the umbrella):
It is evening. It is raining cats and dogs. The theatregoers are waiting for
the cabs to take them home. Suddenly a young but very dirty flower girl offers
flowers to an elderly gentleman. The second man writes her words down and
repeats them. The girl begins to cry because she is afraid that the second man
is a policeman.
The
Daughter(in
the space between the central pillars, close to the one on her left) I`m getting
chilled to the bone. What can Freddy be doing all this time? Has been gone
twenty minutes.
The
Mother:
Not so long. But he ought to have got us a cab by this.
Pickering: He wont get cab until
half-past eleven, missus, when they come back after dropping their theatre
fares.
The
daughter:
Other people got cabs. Why couldn`t he?
Freddy: there is not one
to be had for love or money.
The
mother:
Oh, Freddy, there must be one. You cant have tried.
Freddy: Oh, very well :
I`ll go, I`ll go.
The
flower girl: (picking
up her scattered flowers and replacing them in the basket) There is menners
of yet! Te-oobanchesovoylets trod in to the mad.
The
mother:
(to Higgins) Oh, sir, is there any sign of its stopping?
Higgins: I`m afraid not.
It started worse than ever about 2 minutes ago.
The
flower girl:
If it’s worse it’s a sing its nearly over. So cheer up, Captain; and by a
flower of a poor girl.
Higgins: Oh, what a
terrible accent this stupid girl has. Are you from LissonGrove.
Crowd: Who are you? Are
you policeman? Are you oracle?
Higgins: Simply
phonetics. The science of speech. That’s my profession: also my hobby. Happy is
the man who can make a living by his hobby! You can spot an Irishman or a
Yorkshireman by his brogue. I can place any man within six miles. I can place
him within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets.
The
flower girl:
Ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-oo!
Pickering:
I
am myself a student of Indian dialects
Higgins:
Are
you? Do you know Colonel Pickering, the author of Spoken Sanscrit?
Pickering:
I`m
Colonel Pickering. Who are you?
Higgins:
Henry
Higgins, author of Higgins`s Universal Alphabet.
Pickering: I came from India
to meet you
Higgins: I was going to
India to meet you.
The
flower girl:
Buy a flower, kind gentleman. I`m short for my lodging. Take the whole blooming
basket for sixpence. (picking up a half-crown) Ah-ow-ooh.
Act
2
Story-teller: Mr. Higgins and
Colonel Pickering are examining a piece of apparatus when Mrs. Pearce enters
the room
Mrs. Pearce(to Mr. Higgins): A young woman
wants to see you, sir.
Higgins: Show her in, Mrs.
Pearce.
Higgins(recognizing her):
Why,
this is the girl whose words I jotted down last night. She is no use: I've got
all the notes I need of the Lisson Grove accent. Be off with you.
The flower girl: Don't be so
saucy. I ain't come here to ask for any compliment; and if my money is good
enough I can go elsewhere.
Higgins: Good enough for
what?
Theflowergirl: Good enough for
ye-oo. I've come to have lessons, I am. And to pay for them too: make no
mistake.
Higgins: Well!!! (Recovering
his breath with a gasp) What do you expect me to say to you?
The f1оweг girl: Well, if you was
a gentleman, you might ask me to sit down, I think.
Pickering: Sit down, please.
What is your name? What do you want, my girl?
The flower girl(sitting down): My name is Liza,
Eliza Doolittle. I want to be a lady in a flower shop. But they won't take me
in unless I can talk more genteel. (Pointing to Higgins) He said he
could teach me. And I am ready to pay him — not asking any favour — and he treats
me as if I was dirt.
Mrs, Pearce: How can you be
such a foolish girl as to think you could afford to pay Mr. Higgins?
Liza: Why shouldn't I?
I know what lessons cost as well as you do, and I`m ready to pay you a
sniffing. Take it or leave it.
Higgins (walking up and
down the room): You
know, Pickering, if you consider a shilling not as a simple shilling, but as a
percentage of this girl's income, it works out fully equivalent to sixty pounds
from a millionaire.
Liza(rises): Sixty pounds. What
are you talking about? Oh — (She begins to cry.)
Higgins: Sit down. Here's
a handkerchief for you.
Pickering: Higgins, I'm
interested. What about the Christmas Ball? I'll say you are the greatest
teacher alive if you make that good.
Higgins(tempted, looking
at her): It's
almost irresistible. She is so horribly dirty
Liza: Ah-ah-ow-ow-oo!
I ain't dirty. I washed my face and hands afore I come, I did,
Pickering; Will you help us,
Miss. Pearce?
Mrs. Pearce: Certainly. Come
with me, Liza.
Story Teller: Next day Higgins
started to teach her. (They learned sounds and tongue twister).
Higgins: Repeat after me: Rubber
baby buggy bumpers.
Elizabeth: Rubber baby buggy
bumpers.
Higgins: Today we`ll read
a story “Sleeping Beauty” (Elizabeth read the story)
Sleeping beauty.
Beginning.
Author:
King
Stefan and Queen have had a child.All manner of folk came to the christening.
Even three of the fairies who sought to foster peace and good will.
Green
Fairy:
Look, there's the baby!
Blue
Fairy:
Love Baby!
Pink
Fairy:Concentrate,
please! I'm not telling you again!
Come
to the King. King Stefan stops them.
Pink
Fairy:
Greetings, Your Majesty! I am Knotgrass of the Moorland four folk.
Blue
Fairy:
I am Flittle, Your Kingship.
Green
Fairy:And
I am Thistletwit, Your Royals..
Queen: They bring gifts
for our daughter.
Blue
Fairy(nods): These are not
just any old gifts. For you see, we are magic!
Pink
Fairy:
And very good with children.
King(allows):Very well.
Fairies
comes to cradle.
Pink
Fairy:
Sweet Aurora. I wish for you the gift of beauty.
Blue
Fairy:
My wish is that you'll never be blue. Only happy, all the days of your life.
Green
Fairy:
Sweet baby. My wish for you is that you'll find...
Appears
wicked witch.
Pink, Blue and Green Fairies: Oh no... this is wicked
witch.
Wicked
Witch:
Well well. What a glittering assemblage, King Stefan.
Royalty...
Nobility.. The gentry and... How quaint..Even the rabble.
I must
say I really felt quite distressed of not receiving an invitation.
King: You're not
welcome here.
Wicked
Witch:
Oh
dear... What an awkward situation.
Queen: You're not
offended?
Wicked
Witch:
Why no. And to show I bear no ill-will I too shall bestow a gift on the child.
King: No! We don't want
your gift!
PinkandBlueFairies: Stay away from
the princess!
Green
Fairy: Yes, stay away!
Wicked
Witch chases Faries and bends to cradle.
Wicked
Witch:
Listen well, all of you! The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty.
Beloved by all who meet her.
Queen:That's a lovely
gift.
King: Don't do this!
Wicked
Witch:
But... Before the sun sets on her 16th birthday she will prick her finger on
the spindle of a spinning where and fall into a sleep like death! A sleep from
which she will never awaken.
King:Wicked
Witch,
please don't do this. I'm begging you.
Wicked
Witch:
I like you begging.. Do it again.
King
and Queen stand on knees.
King: I beg you.
Wicked
Witch:Alright..
The princess can be woken from her death sleep. But only by true love's kiss.
This
curse will last until the end of time! No power on earth can change it!
Act 3
Story teller: Half a year has
passed and now Elizabeth is ready for her first ball at Duchess` Palace.Guests
on the Ball dancing the waltz.
Higgins: Let`s introduce
you to the Duchess of Kerr. (They go to Her Grace).
Pickering: May I present Miss
Elizabeth Doolittle (to Her Grace)
Her Grace: How do you do?
Elizabeth: How kind of you to
let me come. (Elizabeth went away with Pickering)
Her Grace: Oh, professor
good evening. Who is this charming girl you have brought? Is she a relation?
Higgins: No. Not of mine.
Her Grace: She appeared at
our Christmas Ball like a Cinderella. You know this story. (Cinderella story)
Cinderella
Scene
1
(Music sounds.)
Author. This is the story of Cinderella. She is a beautiful girl. She
hasn’t got a mother. She has got a father – Lord Basil, a stepmother – Lady
Sybil and two stepsisters – Pat and Liz.
Cinderella. Good morning, Daddy, dear!
Father. Good morning, my child. How are you today?
Cinderella.Fine, Daddy.And you?
Father. Oh, I’m OK, but, my child…
Cinderella. Yes, Daddy?
(Enter Lady Sybil.)
Stepmother. Cinderella, what are you doing? You’re not working!
Father.But…
Stepmother.Work, girl, work. Make the breakfast. I’m hungry. I want my
toast, jam, cheese and a cup of tea.
Cinderella. Yes, stepmother.
Stepmother. And you Basil, what are you doing? Helping the girl?
Father. Oh, no…
Stepmother. My daughters are coming down and they want their breakfast,
too.
(Enters Pat.)
Cinderella. Good morning, sister.
Pat. Good morning, Mummy, dear.
Stepmother. And how are you today, Pat, dear?
Pat. Terrible, terrible.
Stepmother. Oh, dear.
(Enters Liz.)
Cinderella. Good morning, sister.
Stepmother. Ah, good morning, my child.
Liz. Morning.
Stepmother. And how are you today?
Liz. Terrible.
Stepmother. Oh, dear, you too?
Liz. Oh, my head…, my teeth…, oooh…
Pat. Hmmmmmmmm! Cinderella! Where is my breakfast? I’m hungry and
thirsty. I want two eggs, cookies, two cups of tea, milk, sugar and six pieces
of toast.
Liz. I want a cup of coffee… Oh, my head…
Pat. …with cheese…
Liz. Coffee.Black. No sugar. I want my breakfast now, Cinderella. Oh, my
teeth…oooh…
Pat. …and an apple.
Cinderella. Yes, sister. Coming.
Scene
2
(Cinderella is
sweeping the floor. Her stepmother is sitting in the armchair watching her
critically.)
Pam. There will be a ball…
Liz. In the King’s Palace!
Stepmother. Well, I know all, but where is… Where is my dress? (to
Cinderella.)
Pam. And mine? I want a beautiful red evening dress, a blue hat and red
shoes.
Liz. And mine? I want a beautiful pink evening dress, a white hat and
pink shoes.
Stepmother. Why can’t you find anything when I ask?
Cinderella.
Oh, it’s not a difficult task.
Your dress is there.
Your dresses are here…
(She gives them the dresses.)
Stepmother. Be careful, dear. Don’t spoil them with your dirty hands.
Cinderella. Sisters, you are happy, aren’t you?
Pam (in great surprise). Do you also want to go to the ball?
Cinderella. Oh, I can’t dream of the ball at all!
Stepmother. Of course, you have much work to do. You must think about
it, too.
Pam. First, you must mend my socks. (She gives Cinderella her socks
with big holes.)
Liz. Clean the spoons, the knives and the forks. (She puts
everything into Cinderella’s apron.)
Cinderella (in despair). Oh, yes, I’ll do everything, don’t worry.
And then… can I go to the ball?
Stepmother. You can’t go to the ball.
Pat and Liz. You can’t go to the ball.
(Enters Postman.)
Postman. Oh, yes, she can. Look here. The invitation card says: “To
Lord Basil and Lady Sybil and their three daughters”. So she can go to the
ball.
Stepmother. Oh no, she can’t.
Postman. Oh yes, she can.
Pat and Liz. Oh no, she can’t.
Stepmother. Oh yes, she can.
Pat and Liz. What?
Stepmother. Yes, she can go to the ball. Of course, she can. Thank you,
postman. You have a very busy day today. Goodbye, postman.
Cinderella, you can go to the ball. But first there’s some work for you to do.
Make beds, go to the shop and buy food and drink, make tea, wash my dresses…
Liz. Wash my dresses.
Pat. And my dresses!
Liz. My stockings!
Pat. And my socks!
Stepmother. And only then you can make your dress for the ball. And then
you can go to the ball.
Cinderella. Oh no! I can’t do all that today! How can I go to the ball
now?!
(They leave the stage with their dresses.)
Scene
3.
(Cinderella is
crying. Music sounds. The Fairy appears.)
Fairy. Why are you
crying, dear child? Why? Please, don’t cry!
Cinderella. I can’t go to the ball because my dress is dirty and old.
Who can help me?
Fairy. I know you are kind and pretty, my dear. I want to help you.
Cinderella. But who are you?
Fairy. I’m your Fairy Godmother, Cinderella. Please, look here. (She
waves her magic wand.)
One, two, three… (Cinderella has a new dress. The Fairy has beautiful
shoes in her hands and gives them to Cinderella.)
Cinderella. Oh, what do I see?
A dress and shoes for me…
Thank you, you are so kind!
I’m happy now. It’s really fine!
Fairy. But at 12 o’clock you must be at home, dear. Come home before
that time. Do you understand?
Cinderella. Oh yes, yes. Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much,
Fairy!
Fairy. Bye, Cinderella. Have a good time. And remember – you must back
home before 12 o’clock.
Scene
4.
(At the King’s
ball. The Queen and the King are opening the ball. The guests dance.)
Queen. The ball is on, please dance and play!
King. We want to make a happy holiday!
(Music and dancing. Suddenly Cinderella appears and the music stops.)
Queen (to the King). Who is that girl?
King. She is so nice and smart…
Prince. May I dance with you? Let’s start… You are a dream of my heart.
(Music again, they dance. Suddenly the music stops again. The clock strikes
12 times.)
Cinderella.It’s 12 o’clock and I must run. Good bye, dear Prince. I
really had a great fun!
(She runs away having lost one of her shoes.)
Prince. Where have you run, the dream of my heart? I want to dance
with you all night!
(He picks up the lost shoe and looks at it.)
Scene
5.
(The stepsisters
and stepmother are talking. Cinderella is sitting aside, knitting something.)
Pat. A beautiful lady was at the ball. We really don’t know her.
Liz. The Prince wants to marry her.
Stepmother. But where is this herald going?
(The herald and Prince enter the room with Cinderella’s father.)
Prince. Please, try on this glass shoe.
Herald (looking through the long list). We know you were at the ball.
Pat (trying the shoe on). It’s too small.
Liz. It’s small for me, too.
Father. But look at my daughter. She has small feet.
Prince. Come here, and, please, take it. (Gives her the shoe)
Stepmother. But she didn’t go to the ball. She is Cinderella and that is
all!
Cinderella. I want to try it on, Mum. Besides, I’ve got another one.
Pat. You were that wonderful lady, I see. Oh, Cinderella, excuse me.
Liz. And me.
Stepmother.And me.
Father.
Best wishes to you, my dear.
I know, you weren’t happy here.
Excuse me, too.
But what could I do?
Cinderella. I’m so happy today. Don’t cry.
I forgive all of you. Good-bye!
Prince. Be quick, let’s dance, my dear.
(They all dance.)
Story teller: Higgins continued
to introduce her to other guests. Suddenly one guest came up to her. It was
Dorian Grey.
Dorian Grey: Good evening. My
name is Dorian Grey and I have visited many Balls and seen many pretty ladies
but you are one of the most beautiful. What is your name?
Elizabeth: I glad to hear
it, my name is Elizabeth Doolittle.
Dorian Grey:. I am often
invited to different dinner parties and yesterday I visited one of them and met
many interesting people (Dorian Grey story).
Oscar
Wilde
Dorian
Grey
Dorian Grey: - Good afternoon
Lady Narborough!
Lady Narborough: - Good afternoon
my dear Dorian. You are handsome as usual. I’m extremely sad, I haven’t met you
in early life. I should have fallen madly in love with you.
Dorian Grey: - You flatter
me!
Lady Narborough: -
Today
I’ve a private party only for intimate friends. Here you can meet Ernest
Harrowdon, he is one of those middle-aged mediocrities, who has no enemies.
Lady
Roxton an overdressed woman of forty-seven.
Mrs.
Erlynne, with delightful Venetian-red hair.
My
daughter Lady Alice Chapman and her husband Mr. Chapman.
Lady Narborough: -
Dear
guests, please take your seats.
How
horrid of Lord Henry to be so late! I sent round to him this morning on
chance, and he promised faithfully not to disappoint me.
Lord Henry: - Good afternoon
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Dorian, what is
the matter with you to-night? You are quite out of sorts.
Lady Narborough: -
I
believe he is in love, and that he is
afraid to tell me
for fear I should be jealous. He is quite right. I
certainly should.
Dorian Grey: - Dear Lady
Narborough, I have not been
in love for a
whole week- not, in fact, since Madame de Ferrol left
town.
Lady Roxton:- How you men can
fall in love with that woman! I really cannot understand it.
Lord Henry: - It is simply
because she remembers you when you were a little girl, Lady Roxton. She is the
one link between us and your short frocks.
Lady Roxton: - She does not
remember my short frocks at all, Lord Henry. But I remember her very well at
Vienna thirty years ago, and how
dicolletee she was
then.
Ernest Harrowden:
- She
is still dicolletee. She is really wonderful, and
full of surprises.
Her capacity for family affection is extraordinary.
When her third
husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.
Dorian Grey: - How can you,
Ernest!
Mrs. Erlynne: - It is a most
romantic explanation. But her third husband, Ernest! You don't mean to say
Ferrol is the fourth?"
Lord Henry: - Certainly, Lady
Erlynne.
Lady Narborough: -
I
don't believe a word of it.
Lord Henry: - Well, ask Mr.
Gray. He is one of her most intimate friends.
Lady Narborough: -
Is
it true, Mr. Gray?
Dorian Grey: - She assures me so,
Lady Narborough. I asked her
whether, she had
their hearts embalmed and hung at her girdle. She told me she didn't, because
none of them had had any hearts at all.
Lady Narborough: -
Four
husbands! Upon my word that is trop de zele.
Dorian Grey: - Trop d' audace, I
tell her.
Lady Alice
Chapman: - Oh!
she is audacious enough for anything, my dear. And what is Ferrol like? I don't
know him.
Mr.Chapman: - The husbands of
very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes.
Lady Narborough: - Lord Henry, I am
not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked.
Lord Henry: - But what world
says that? It can only be the next world. This world and I are on excellent
terms. .
Lady Roxton: - Everybody I know
says you are very wicked.
Lord Henry: - It is perfectly
monstrous, the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind
one's back that are absolutely and entirely true.
Dorian Grey: - Isn't he
incorrigible?"
Lady Narborough: -
I
hope so. But really if you all
worship Madame de
Ferrol in this ridiculous way, I shall have to marry again so as to be in the
fashion.
Ernest Harrowden:
- You
will never marry again, Lady Narborough. You were far too happy. When a woman
marries again it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries
again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk
theirs.
Lady Narborough: -
Narborough
wasn't perfect.
Mr.Chapman: - If he had been,
you would not have loved him, my dear lady. Women love us for our defects. If
we have enough of them they will forgive us everything, even our intellects.
You will never ask me to dinner again, after saying this, I am afraid, Lady
Narborough; but it is quite true.
Lady Alice
Chapman: - Of
course it is true, my dear. If we women did not love you for your defects,
where would you all be? Not one of you would ever be married. You would be a
set of unfortunate bachelors.
Lord Henry: - Fin de siècle.
Lady Narborough: -
Fin
du globe.
Dorian Grey: - I wish it were fin
du globe. Life is a great disappointment.
Lady Narborough: -
Ah,
my dear, don't tell me that you have exhausted Life. When a man says that one
knows that Life has exhausted him. Lord Henry is very wicked, and I sometimes
wish that I had been.
Lord Henry: - What nonsense
people talk about happy marriages! A man can be happy with any woman, as long
as he does not love her.
Lady Narborough: -
Ah!
what a cynic you are! You must come and dine with me soon again and tell me
what people you would like to meet. I want it to be a delightful gathering.
Ernest Harrowden:
- I
like men who have a future, and women who have a past. Or do you think that
would make it a petticoat party?
Lady Narborough: -
I
fear so.
Lord Henry: - Are you better, my
dear fellow? You seemed rather out of sorts at dinner.
Dorian Grey: - Don't mind me,
Harry. I am irritable, and out of temper. I shall come round and see you
to-morrow or next day. Make my excuses Lady. Narborough. I must go home.
Lady Narborough: -
All
right, Dorian. I dare say I shall see you to-morrow at tea-time.
THE END!!!
Freddy: (He came up to
Elizabeth) You are the most beautiful lady on the Ball, could you give me a
dance?
Elizabeth: It will be
pleasant for me to except your invitation. (They are dancing)
Freddy: Miss Doolittle We have known for
several days, and the impression that I’ve known you all my life. You stole my
heart. I’m always spending nights under your balcony. Eliza I love you.
Elizabeth: We could just be
friends, from that very moment I`m not Miss Doolittle for you just Eliza, but
now sorry, I have to go.
Act 4
Story-teller: It is midnight,
after the Ball. Professor Higgins and Colonel Pickering are in Higgins' drawing
room. Then Liza comes down. All of them look very tired.
Higgins: I wonder where
the devil my slippers are!
Pickering: you've won your
bet, Higgins. Eliza has been perfect.
Higgins: Thank God it's
over.
Pickering: I think I shall
go upstairs. Still it's been a great occasion, a triumph for you. Goodnight. (Hе goes.)
Higgins: Where are my
slippers?
Eliza: Here are your
slippers. Take them and may you never have a day's luck with them.
Higgins(astounded): What's the
matter? Anything wrong?
Eliza : Nothing wrong
with you. I've won your bet for you, haven't I? That's enough for you. don't
matter, I suppose.
Eliza: You don't care.
I know you don't care. You wouldn't care if I were dead.
Higgins: But that's all
over now. There is nothing more to worry about
Higgins : Now you are free
and can do what you like.
Eliza: Where am I to go?
What am I to do? What's to become of me?
Higgins : And what about
your old idea of a florist's shop? You'll be all right.
Eliza: don’t carry about
me, your slippers.
Higgins:yes, of course.
You hurled them at me.
Higgins:(A pause.)What will you do?
Eliza:Freddy writes to
me two or three times a day, sheets and sheets.. He has a right to if he
likes, poor lad. And he does love me. Every girl has a right to be loved.
Freddy has no money, but I'll marry him.
Higgins:Eliza, I said I'd
make a woman of you; and I did. I like you like this.
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