Оскальд Уальд "Соловей и роза" презентация
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Оскальд Уальд "Соловей и роза" презентация
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"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."
From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.
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."
Oh, yes! All this story is happened for roses…
…and this little bird is a really hero!
What must do the poor student if he hasn`t red roses ???
Certainly someone would help him. And it will be our hero, little and weak bird.
And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.
And at that time the student was waiting the bird.
But the bird was dead…
And for what ??? For cruel girl ??? What did she say ? "I am afraid it will not go with my dress and, besides, the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers."
May be the student was grateful… No… « he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it ».
The style of the language that Oscar Wilde applied is tactful in The Nightingale and the Rose. Oscar Wilde has set a brilliant example of achieving the delicate harmony between the language and his own artistic view. For Oscar Wilde the purest art is worthy of his life and is the highest in society.
The end…