Литературный конкурс на иностранном языке: " От сердца идущие строки"
план-конспект занятия по английскому языку (8 класс) по теме

Городской литературный конкурс творческих работ на иностранных языках: «От сердца идущие строки».

Руководитель: Каргаполова Т.М.

МБОУ СОШ № 80

Winter

Winter has come to the city,

Everything’s white and nice:

 Ground and trees like a “silver’’,

They sparkle and so bright.

People are happy and smile,

Children run quickly to school,

Winter is very pleasant

                                              The weather is very cool.

                                                                            (Arisova Lada, 8-th form)

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My school

I’ll never forget my school,

Clever lessons and merry breaks,

How we leant, smiled and argued,

How we had expedition to lake.

I’ll never forget Baikal,

It’s clean water and walks,

How we sat and sang by guitar,

Our frank and sincere talks.

I’ll never forget my friends,

 We spent all the time together,

We ate in the café and talked,

I’ll remember that time forever.

I’ll never forget the day,

We said “farewell” in tears,

I was very, very upset,

I cried: “My friends! Oh my dear”

                                             (Bushueva Vika, 7-th form)

Pushkin’s nanny

Pushkin’s nanny loved him greatly,

Kissed him often and adored,

In the evening told tales,

And small Sasha never bored.

Listened he with great attention,

Drew the images in head,

Masterpieces then appeared,

They will always live and never dead.

                                                                (Tkachenko Arisha, 8-th form)

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A room of the nurse in her house

We like to look at nanny’s room,

Where everything is calm and clean,

The table cloth, the icon in the corner,

All these things so much mean.

There is a mirror on the wall,

The broom is lying on the floor,

The weaver’s loom stands very quietly,

And nobody there’s at the door.

Everything today is dear,

People cherish Pushkin’s name,

We like reread his masterpieces,

He has the honored, greatest fame.

                                                             (Tkachenko Arisha, 8-th form)

Pushkin’s duel

His duel was a tragedy,

For all people and mankind,

We still remember  Pushkin,

It’s a pity, but he died.

Many years have passed,

 His books are still alive,

As they’re masterpieces,

We’ll learn them, always try!

                                                            (Tkachenko Arisha, 8-th form)

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