Сценарий литературного вечера, посвященного английскому празднику "St. Valentine's Day"

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I. Слова ведущего вечера:

  1. Our party is devoted to St.Valentine’s Day, one of the most favorite holidays all over the world.
  2. Valentine’s Day is a time to celebrate love and friendship. Love and friendship are very important parts of our life. It should not seem at all strange, therefore, that there is a holiday devoted to love and lovers, friendship and friends.
  3. Valentine’s Day is a time to tell people that we like them or love them. We can do this in a number of ways throughout the year. But on Valentine’s Day we send people valentines.
  4. Valentine’s Day is a traditional celebration. The things, which are done at Valentine’s Day, are old customs. They center around the idea of love.
  5. What is love? Longman essential activator gives us the meaning of the word “love”. To love means to have a strong feeling of liking someone, caring about them and being sexually attractive to them. Collins Dictionary gives us the following meaning: Love is a very strong feeling of affection for somebody.
  6. 6. We see many signs and symbols of love on Valentine’s Day cards and decorations for the holiday. All of them have special meanings. Flowers have been symbols of love and happiness for a long time. Since earliest times roses have been prized as the most beautiful of flowers. One rose means, “I love you”.

Then comes the concert.

II. Only W.Shakespeare wrote such beautiful sonnets about love.

W.Shakespeare’s sonnets occupy a unique place in his literary legacy. Some critics hold the opinion that they are autobiographical.

Дальше следуют сонеты в исполнении учащихся.

Сонет 88

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side against myself I’ll fight
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults conceal’d wherein I am attainted,
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

Когда захочешь, охладев ко мне,
Предать меня насмешке и презренью,
Я на твоей останусь стороне
И честь твою не опорочу тенью.
Отлично зная каждый твой порок,
Я рассказать могу твою повесть
Что навсегда сниму с тебя упрек
Запятнанную оправдаю совесть.
И буду благодарен я судьбе:
Пускай в борьбе терплю я неудача,
Но честь победы приношу тебе
И дважды обретаю все, что трачу.
Готов я жертвой стать неправоты,
Чтоб только правой оказалась ты.

Сонет 90

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah, do not, when my heart hath ‘scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer’d woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune’s might,
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.

Уж если ты разлюбишь, - так теперь,
Теперь, когда весь мир со мной в раздоре.
Будь самой горькой из моих потерь,
Но только не последней каплей горя!
И если скорбь дано мне превозмочь,
Не наноси удара из засады.
Пусть бурная не разрешится ночь
Дождливым утром – утром без отрады.
Оставь меня, но не в последний миг,
Когда от мелких бед я ослабею.
Оставь сейчас, чтоб сразу я постиг,
Что это горе всех невзгод больнее,
Что нет невзгод, а есть одна беда –
Твоей любви лишиться навсегда.

III. Song about love.

(Можно выбрать любые песни о любви на английском языке)

IV Now you’ll watch a scene from Romeo and Juliet.

(В это время звучит музыка из фильма Ромео и Джульетта)

Act 3 Scene 5

Juliet’s chamber

Enter Romeo and Juliet

Juliet:

Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day:
It was a nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Romeo:

It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops:
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Juliet:

Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I:
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
Therefore stay yet; thou need’st not to be gone.

Romeo:

Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye.
“Tis but the pale reflex of Cyntia’s brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk; it is not day.

Juliet:

It is, it is, hie hence, be gone away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for the divideth us
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes;
O! now I would they had changed voices too,
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.
O! now be gone; more light and light it grows.

Romeo:

More light and light; more dark and dark our woes.

Enter Nurse

Nurse: Madam!

Juliet: Nurse!

Nurse:

Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
The day is broke; be wary, look about. (Exit.)

Juliet: Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

Romeo: Farewell, farewell! One kiss, and I‘ll descend. (Descends.)

Juliet:

Art thou gone so? My lord, my love, my friend!
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
O! by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo.

Romeo:

Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

Juliet: O! Think’st thou we shall ever meet again?

Romeo:

I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.

Juliet:

O God! I have an ill- divining soul:
Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.

Romeo:

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! Adieu. (Exit)

Juliet:

O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle:
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

V Song – Love profusion by Madonna

VI Scenes from the novel “Martin Eden”

Scene 1

Characters: Narrator, Martin Eden; Ruth Morse; her brother Arthur and mother.

Place: A well-furnished room in the Morse’s house.

Narrator: Now you’ll see two scenes from the novel “Martin Eden”. This novel is about a young poorly educated seaman, Martin Eden, who falls in love with Ruth Morse, the sister of a well-to-do young man, Arthur Morse, whom he had saved from hooligans.

(Arthur enters followed by martin Eden who feels awkward in this wealthy house. He stops and looks around then takes his handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his forehead.)

Martin (in a faint voice): Hold on, Arthur. This is too much for me. Give me a chance to get my nerve. You know I didn’t want to come and I guess your family wouldn’t like to see me either.

Arthur: (trying to calm him down): That's all right; you mustn't be frightened at us. We're just homely people - Hello, there's a letter for me. (He stepped back to the table, tore open the envelope, and began to read, giving the stranger an opportunity to recover himself. Ruth Morse enters)

Arthur: Ruth, this is Mr. Eden.

(Martin closes the book and looks at the girl. He is charmed by her)

Ruth (smiling): Won't you sit down, Mr. Eden?" the girl was saying. "I have been looking forward to meeting you ever since Arthur told us. It was brave of you…

Martin: It was nothing at all what I had done. Any fellow would have done it.

Ruth: You have such a scar on your neck, Mr. Eden. How did it happen? I am sure it must have been some adventure.

Martin: A Mexican with a knife, miss. It was just a fight. After I got the knife away, he tried to bite off my nose.

Ruth: Oh!

Martin: (trying to change the topic) This man Swineburne, he began, attempting to put his plan into execution and pronouncing the I long.

Ruth: Who?

Martin: Swineburne, the poet.

Ruth: Swinburne,

Martin: Yes, that's the chap. How long since he died?"

Ruth: Why, I haven't heard that he was dead. Where did you make his acquaintance?

Martin: I never clapped eyes on him. But I read some of his poetry out of that book there on the table just before you come in. How do you like his poetry?

Ruth: As I was saying - what was I saying?

Martin: You was saying that this man Swinburne failed bein' a great poet because - an' that was as far as you got, miss.

Ruth: Yes, thank you. Swinburne fails, when all is said, because he is, well, indelicate. There are many of his poems that should never be read. (Emotionally) Every line of the really great poets is filled with beautiful truth, and calls to all that is high and noble in the human. Not a line of the great poets can be spared without impoverishing the world by that much.

Martin: I thought it was great, the little I read. I had no idea he was such a - a scoundrel. I guess that crops out in his other books.

Ruth: There are many lines that could be spared from the book you were reading.

Martin: I must 'a' missed 'em. What I read was the real goods. It was all lighted up an' shining, an' it shun right into me an' lighted me up inside, like the sun or a searchlight. That's the way it landed on me, but I guess I ain't up much on poetry, miss.

Ruth (laughing): I think you could make it in - in your class. You are very strong.

Martin: Yes, I ain't no invalid. When it comes down to hardpan, I can digest scrap-iron. But just now I've got dyspepsia. Most of what you was saying' I can't digest. Never trained that way, you see. I like books and poetry, and what time I've had I've read 'em, but I've never thought about 'em the way you have. That’s why I can't talk about 'em. I'm like a navigator adrift on a strange sea without chart or compass. Now I want to get my bearings. Maybe you can put me right. How did you learn all this you've been talking'?

Ruth: By going to school, I fancy, and by studying.

Martin: I went to school when I was a kid.

Ruth: Yes; but I mean high school, and lectures, and the university.

Martin: You've gone to the university?

Ruth: I'm going there now. I'm taking special courses in English.

Martin: How long would I have to study before I could go to the university?

Ruth: That depends upon how much studying you have already done. You have never attended high school? Of course not. But did you finish grammar school?

Martin: I had two years to run, when I left. But I was always honorably promoted at school.

(Ruth’s mother enters. Ruth goes up to her and kisses her.)

Scene 2 – Приложение 1

VII Love song – E. Presley - “Only You”

VIII “My Valentine” by Mici Parsons

I have a little valentine
That someone sent to me
It’s pink and white
And red and blue,
And pretty as can be.
Forget-me-nots
Are round the edge,
And tiny roses, too, and
Such a lovely piece of lace
The very palest blue.
And in the center
There’s a heart

После этого открывается ящик с валентинками.