Внеклассное мероприятие по английскому языку
«По следам творчества О. Уайльда»
( для учащихся 9-11 кл.)
Выполнила:
учитель английского языка
высшей категории
РМЭ, г. Йошкар-Ола,
МБОУ «Гимназия № 14»
Маматова Ризеда Залялетдиновна.
Литературная гостиная, посвященная творчеству О. Уайльда.
Oscar Wilde — a master of paradoxes.
Задачи:
- Знакомство с произведениями О. Уайльда
- Развитие интереса учащихся к культурному наследию Великобритании, расширение кругозора по теме
- Развитие навыков говорения и аудирования в процессе творческого общения учеников друг с другом и учителем на основе изучаемой темы.
- Создание творческой атмосферы в группе.
Форма урока: заседание литературного клуба.
Наглядность:
- Книги О. Уайльда на русском и английском языках;
- Портрет поэта, картины мест, где он жил и работал;
- Рисунки детей — иллюстрации к его произведениям.
Teacher: Good evening, dear friends! The meeting of our club is Dedicated to the greatest playwright in world literature, Oscar Wilde. I hope all of you will take an active part in it. And now let us tell some .facts from Oscar Wilde’s biography.
Pupil 1: Oscar Wilde was born in Dublin in 1854, the son of t brilliant surgeon and a poetess. He was educated at Trinity College (Dublin) and then at Magdalen College (Oxford), where he won the Newdigate prize for poetry.
Pupil 2: He became the leader of an aesthetic movement and was famous for the brilliance of his wit and conversation qualities made permanent in such plays as «Lady Windermere’s fan» and «The Importance of Being Earnest».
Pupil 3: It was Oscar Wilde who put forward «art for art’s sake» theory.
He is the author of some exceedingly poetical tales, such as «The Rose and the Nightingale», «The Happy Prince», «The Devoted Friend», «The Selfish Giant».
Pupil 4: He is also the author of the novel «The Picture of Dorian Gray». Oscar Wilde did not raise any social problems in his works. His characters are all people of the upper circles. The upper class characters are engaged in clever and refiwed conservation, even if it is about a scheme how to rob their government.
Pupil 5: «An Ideal Husband» was written in 1895. It is a comedy revealing the corruption of a statesman who uses his official position to enrich himself.
Pupil 6: The interesting plot of Oscar Wilde’s plays and his humour help the plays to stay on the stages of the theatres for more than 90 years. Oscar Wilde is a master of paradoxes.
(Сценка из пьесы Соловей и Роза)
- The Nightingale and the Rose
After Oscar Wilde
Действующие лица:
- The young student
- The Nightingale
3.The girl, daughter of professor
- A white rose-tree
- A yellow rose-tree
- A red rose-tree.
The student: ( произносит слова со слезами )
She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, but in all my garden there is no red rose.
No red rose in all my garden! Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched
The Nightingale:
Here at last is a true lover. Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.
The student:
The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night, and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by, and my heart will break.
The nightingale:
Here, indeed, is the true lover. What I sing of, he suffers; what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomeg-ranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.
The students:
The musicians will sit in their gallery, and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her. (Он упал ничком вниз и горько заплакал)
( В это время соловей расправляет крылья и летит в сад. Подлетает к розовому кусту белого цвета ).
The nightingale:
Give me a red rose, and I will sing you my sweetest song!
The white rose- tree🙁 Куст качает головой )
My roses are white, as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you what you want.
( Соловей полетел к другому розовому кусту желтого цвета.)
The Nightigale:
Give me a red rose,and I will sing you my sweetest song.
The yellow rose- tree:
My roses are yellow, as yellow as the hair of the merma-iden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to mybrother who grows beneath the Student’s window, and perhaps he will give you what you want.
(Cоловей полетел к дому студента, возле которого рос розовый куст красного цвета).
The Nightingale:
Give me a red rose, and I will sing you my sweetest song!
(Куст покачал головой).
The red rose-tree:
My roses are red, as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year.
The Nightingale:
One red rose is all I want, one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?
The red rose- tree: There is a way,but it is so terrible that I dare not tell
it to you.
The Nightingale:
Tell it me., «I am not afraid.
Teacher: Oscar Wilde wrote poems about nature, about London. These poems are wonderful. The style is almost perfect. They are very popular and loved by our people. They were translated into different languages. Listen to some of them.
- Ученики читают стихи О. Уайльда.
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
Shows like a little restless midge.
Symphony in Yellow
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moved against the shadowy wharf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
(Во время чтения стихов идет показ иллюстраций к нему.)
III. Teacher:
Oscar Wilde was famous for his epigrams (short, witty sayings). Let’s remember them:
1.To love oneself is the beginning of a life long romance.
- I have nothing to declare except my genius.
3. I can resist everything except temptation. - There is only one thing worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
Teacher:
And now let’s talk about his favourite book «The Picture of Dorian Gray».
Have you red it? Did you like this book?
- Обсуждение книги «Портрет Дориана Грея».
Pupil 1: То my mind, Dorian was very selfish. He thought only about himself all the life.
Pupil 2: I agree with you. He wanted to be young all the life. But he ruined himself.
Pupil 3: His portrait showed his real inner world. But this portrait was hidden from other people. Dorian was afraid to show it.
Pupil 4: Yes, you are right. He gave his soul away so that he could stay beautiful. (И т. д.)
Затем учитель задает детям вопросы по этой книге.
Teacher:
- What is beginning to happen to the portrait?
- Is this change real or is Dorian imagining it?
- Why does Dorian go to look at the portrait particularly after he has «sinned»?
- What do you think is happening to Dorian’s mental stability?
- What thoughts go through his head as he looks at the portrait?
- Литературный перевод.
Затем учитель дает детям небольшие отрывки для перевода.
1.Yes, there would be a day when his face was wrinkled, wizen, his eyes dom and colourless, the grace of his figure brocken and deformed. The scarlet would pass away from his lips and the gold sleal from his hair. The life that was to make his soul would mar his body. He would become dreadful, hideous, uncouth.
2.He felt that the time had really come for making his choice. Or had his choice already been made?
Yes, his life had decided that for him — life, and his own infinite curiosity about life. Eternal youth, infinite passion, pleasures subtle and secret, would joys and wilder sins — he was to have all these things.
The portrait was to bear. The burden of his shame: that was all.
- They found a splendid portrait of their master as they had last seen him in all the wonder of his exquisite youth and beauty. Lying on the floor was a dead man, in evening dress, with a knife in his heart. He was withered, wrinkled.
It is not till they had examined the rings that they recognized who it was.
Дети переводят данные отрывки из книги О. Уайльда «Портрет Дориана Грея».
- В заключение литературной гостиной учитель предлагает посмотреть инсценированный отрывок по пьесе О. Уайльда «The importance of being earnest».
Jack: Darling! You don’t know how happy you’ve made me.
Gwendolen: My own Ernest!
Jack: But you don’t really mean to say that you couldn’t love me if my name wasn’t Ernest?
Gwendolen: But your name is Ernest.
Jack: Yes, I know it is. But supposing it was something else? Do you mean to say you couldn’t love me then?
Gwendolen (glibly): Ah! That is clearly a metaphysical speculation, and like most metaphysical speculations has very little reference at all to the actual facts of real life, as we know them.
Jack: Personally, darling, to speak quite candidly, I don’t much care about the name of Ernest… I don’t think the name suits me at all.
Gwendolen: It suits you perfectly. It is a divine name. It has a music of its own. It produces vibrations.
Jack: Well, really, Gwendolen, I must say that I think there are lots of other much nicer names. I think, Jack, for instance, a charming name.
Gwendolen: Jack?… No, there is very little music in the name Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not thrill. It produces absolutely no vibrations… Besides, Jack is a notorious domesticity of John! And I pity any woman who is married to a man called John. The only really safe name is Ernest.
Jack: Gwendolen, I must get christened at once — I mean we must get married at once. There is no time to be lost.
Gwendolen: Married, Mr. Worthing?
Jack (astounded): Well… surely. You know that I love you, and you led me to believe, Miss Fairfax, that you were not absolutely indifferent to me.
Gwendolen: I adore you. But you haven’t proposed to me yet. Nothing has been said at all about marriage. The subject has not even been touched on.
Jack: Well… may I propose to you now?
Gwendolen: I think it would be an admirable opportunity. And to spare you any possible disappointment, Mr. Worthing, I think it is only fair to tell you quite frankly beforehand that I am fully detemined to accept you.
Jack: Gwendolen!
Gwendolen: Yes, Mr. Worthing, what have you got to say me?
Jack: You know what I have got to say to you.
Gwendolen: Yes, but you don’t say it.
Jack: Gwendolen, will you marry me? (Goes on his knees.)
Gwendolen: Of course I will, darling. How long you have been about it! I am afraid you have had very little experience in how to propose.
Jack: My own one, I have never loved any one in the world but you.
