Сценарий литературного внеклассного мероприятия, посвященного жизни и творчеству писательницы Агаты Кристи
план-конспект занятия по английскому языку (10 класс) на тему

Государственное бюджетное образовательное учреждение  средняя общеобразовательная школа №183 с углубленным изучением английского языка

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Сценарий литературного внеклассного мероприятия, посвященного жизни и творчеству писательницы Агаты Кристи

10 класс

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учитель английского языка

Ульева Наталья Львовна

 Санкт- Петербург

 2012

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 Агата Кристи (1890 —1976) — английская писательница, относящаяся к числу самых известных в мире авторов детективной прозы, является одним из самых публикуемых писателей за всю историю человечества.

   Цель: развитие интереса к изучению английской литературы.

Задачи:

1. познавательная: расширить кругозора учащихся; мотивировать их на чтение книг на языке оригинала;
2. практическая: активизировать знания, умения и навыки учащихся, полученные на уроках английского языка;
3. развивающая: развивать речевую культуру школьников и культуру общения, способствовать развитию памяти;
4. учебная: тренировать у учащихся лексико-грамматические навыки, навыки аудирования, говорения;
5. воспитательная: воспитывать уважение к культуре другой страны.

Презентация: Биография А. Кристи

Слайд 1: Портрет.

Слайд 2: During her 85 years of life, she authored 78 crime novels, 150 short stories, 4 non-fiction books, and 19 plays. More than 2 billion copies of her books and plays had been sold in 104 languages — outselling even William Shakespeare!

Слайд 3: Christie was born in an upper-middle class family, growing up in a large Italian-style villa on the English seashore. She had a happy and peaceful childhood. Christie was allowed by her free-spirited mother to run wild as much as possible. On her own, she went out at a very young age on a sailboat with her unreliable brother. She went on a mule trip with her sister without permission. At the age of 6, she climbed out the 4th floor window of a hotel and walked riskily along the foot-wide ledge.

Слайд 4: Agatha Christie was home-tutored, which was customary for young women during the Victorian era. She had a brilliant mind, excelling in mathematics, logic, and music. Christie grew up into a tall, slim blonde. She had many suitors as a young woman, before she finally married Archie Christie at the age of 24, taking his last name. Twelve years later, in 1926 she went through a bitter divorce.

Слайд 5: In December 1926 an incident occurred, which would have made a detective story in itself.  At the height of her success with her first novel, she apparently disappeared for ten days. Newspapers printed wild stories about her disappearance — that she had committed suicide, that she had been kidnapped, that she had run away with a secret lover. Ten days later Agatha was found alive and well in a health spa in Yorkshire. But to this day, nobody really knows what happened during those ten days.

Слайд 6: The changed financial circumstances prompted Christie if she could earn money through her writing to help her family.  These early efforts at writing led her to first publishing contract in 1919.

Слайд 7: By 1923, she was starting to develop a reputation as a detective novelist. She continued writing at least one novel a year for the rest of her life, with her fame and reputation growing by leaps and bounds.

Слайд 8: In 1971 the Queen gave her the title "Dame of the British Empire", which is an honorary rank equivalent to knighthood, but awarded much more rarely.

Слайд 9: For more than 200 years Madame Tussaud`s Museum of wax portrait figures has entertained and amazed people of all ages and nationalities. After all, where else can you line up alongside your sporting heroes, movie stars and world leaders? Where also can you see the King of Horror and the Queen of Crime?

The play “The Philomel Cottage”

Characters: Alix Martin

       Gerald Martin

        Mrs. Windyford*

Narrator: And now the staging of the story The Philomel Cottage is offered to your attention.

     A young woman Alix realizes by chance that she has hastily married a polygamist and murderer Gerald Martin. Most of the women he “married” have never been heard again. Alix understands that she will be another of Martin’s victims. It is to be tonight... But there is still a chance. She has to escape from him. Without hesitating a moment, she runs out of the cottage. But just as she appears at the door, her husband comes back.

Gerald: Hello, where are you running off to in such a hurry?

(She realizes that her chance is gone for the moment.)

Alix: I was going to walk to the end of the lane and back.

(Her voice sounds weak and uncertain to her own ears.)

Gerald: Right, I'll come with you.

Alix: No— please, Gerald. I'm— nervy, headachy— I'd rather go alone.

(He looks at her attentively. A momentary suspicion gleams in his eyes.)

Gerald: What's the matter with you, Alix? You're pale — trembling.

Alix: Nothing. (She forces herself to smile.) I've got a headache, that's all. A walk will do me good.

Gerald: Well, it's no good you’re saying you don't want me. I'm coming, whether you want me or not.

Alix: (Addressing to the audience.) Oh! If only my friend* were coming to the house this evening! A sudden idea flashed into my mind. With the forming of a plan, my courage came back to me.

Gerald: By the way, we’ll do those photographs later.

Alix: Can't you manage alone? I'm rather tired tonight.

Gerald: It won't take long. (He smiles to himself.) And I can promise you won't be tired afterwards.

(The words seem to amuse him. Alix shudders. Now or never is the time to carry out her plan.)

Alix: I'm just going to telephone to the butcher, (rising to her feet) don’t you bother to move.

Gerald: To the butcher? At this time of night?

Alix: His shop's shut, of course, silly. But he's in his house all right. And tomorrow's Saturday, and I want him to bring me some veal cutlets early in the morning. The old dear will do anything for me.

(She snatches down the telephone receiver and gives the number her friend.)

Miss Windyford? Is she still there? Can I speak to her? (Her husband comes close to her.)

Do go away, Gerald, I hate anyone listening when I'm telephoning.

(He merely laughs and throws himself into a chair.)

Gerald: Sure it really is the butcher you're telephoning to?

(Alix is in despair. Her plan has failed. In a minute Miss Windyford will come to the phone. Should she risk all and cry out an appeal for help? And then, as she nervously depresses and releases the little key in the receiver she was holding, which permits the voice to be heard or not heard at the other end, another plan flashes into her head.)

Alix: (Addressing to the audience.) If I depress the little key, my voice is not heard at the other end. If I release the key, my voice is heard… It will be difficult.  It means keeping my head, and thinking of the right words, but I believe I could do it. I must do it.

(And at that minute she hears Mrs. Windyford's voice at the other end of the phone.

Alix draws a deep breath. Then she depresses the key firmly and speaks.)

Alix: Mrs. Martin speaking — from Philomel Cottage. Please come (she releases the key) tomorrow morning with six nice veal cutlets (she depresses the key again). It's very important (she releases the key). Thank you so much, Mr. Hexworthy, you don't mind my ringing you up so late, I hope, but those veal cutlets are really a matter of (she depresses the key again) life or death (she releases it). Very well — tomorrow morning (she depresses it) as soon as possible.

(She replaces the receiver on the hook and turns to face her husband, breathing hard.)

Gerald: So that's how you talk to your butcher, is it?

Alix: It's the feminine touch.

(She is simmering with excitement. He has suspected nothing. She makes the coffee and serves it to her husband.)

Gerald: You seem very full of spirits now?

Alix: Yes, my headache's gone.

(She sits down in her usual seat and smiles at her husband. She is saved. )

Gerald: I didn't think much of that coffee you gave me. It tasted very bitter.

Alix: It's a new kind I was trying. We won't have it again if you don't like it, dear.

(Alix takes up a piece of needlework and begins to stitch. Gerald glances at the watch.)

Gerald: Half-past eight. Time to go down to the cellar and start work.

(The sewing slips from Alix's fingers.)

Alix: Oh, not yet. Let us wait until nine o'clock.

Gerald: No, my girl — half-past eight. That's the time I fixed. You'll be able to get to bed all the earlier.

Alix: But I'd rather wait until nine.

Gerald: You know when I fix a time I always stick to it. Come along, Alix. I'm not going to wait a minute longer.

(Alix looks up at him. Gerald's eyes are shining with excitement, he is coming towards her.)

Gerald: Now, Alix

Alix: No — no, Gerald, — stop — I've got something to tell you, something to confess—

(He does stop.)

Gerald: To confess?

Alix: Yes, to confess.

Gerald: A former lover, I suppose.

Alix: No. Something else. You'd call it, I expect — yes, you'd call it a crime.

You had better sit down again.

(She stoops and picks up her needlework. But behind her calmness she is thinking and inventing feverishly, for the story she invented must hold his interest until help arrives.)

I told you, that I had been a shorthand-typist for fifteen years. That was not entirely true. There were two intervals. The first occurred when I was twenty-two. I came across a man, an elderly man with a little property. He fell in love with me and asked me to marry him. I accepted. We were married. (She pauses.) I induced him to insure his life in my favour.

(She sees a sudden keen interest appear in her husband's face, and goes on with renewed assurance.)

During the war I worked for a time in a hospital dispensary. There I had the handling of all kinds of rare drugs and poisons.

(She pauses reflectively. He is keenly interested now, not a doubt of it. The murderer is bound to have an interest in murder.)

There is one poison — it is a little white powder. A pinch of it means death. You know something about poisons perhaps?

(She puts the question in some fear. If he does, she will have to be careful.)

Gerald: No, I know very little about them.

(She draws a breath of relief.)

Alix: You have heard of hyoscine, of course? This is a drug that acts much the same way, but is absolutely untraceable. Any doctor would give a certificate of heart failure. I stole a small quantity of this drug and kept it by me.

Gerald: Go on.

Alix: No. I'm afraid. I can't tell you. Another time.

Gerald: (Impatiently.) Now, I want to hear.

Alix: We had been married a month. I was very good to my elderly husband, very kind and devoted. He spoke in praise of me to all the neighbours. Everyone knew what a devoted wife I was. I always made his coffee myself every evening. One evening, when we were alone together, I put a pinch of the deadly alkaloid in his cup.

(Alix pauses. She, who has never acted in her life, is a great actress at this moment. She is actually living the part of the cold-blooded poisoner.)

It was very peaceful. I sat watching him. Once he gasped a little and asked for air. I opened the window. Then he said he could not move from his chair. Presently he died.

Gerald: How much was the insurance money?

Alix: About two thousand pounds. I speculated with it, and lost it. I went back to my office work. But I never meant to remain there long. Then I met another man. He didn't know I had been married before. He was a younger man, rather good-looking, and quite well-off. We were married quietly in Sussex. He didn't want to insure his life, but of course he made a will in my favour. He liked me to make his coffee myself just as my first husband had done.

(Alix smiles and adds simply) I make very good coffee.

I had several friends in the village where we were living. They were very sorry for me, with my husband dying suddenly of heart failure one evening after dinner. I didn't quite like the doctor. I don't think he suspected me, but he was certainly very surprised at my husband's sudden death. My second husband left about four thousand pounds. I didn't speculate with it this time; I invested it. Then, you see.

Gerald: (Gerald Martin, pointing a shaking forefinger at her.)

The coffee - my God! The coffee! I understand now why it was bitter. You devil! You've been up to your tricks again.

(His hands grip the arms of his chair. He is ready to spring upon her.)

You've poisoned me.

Alix: (Alix summons all her strength. Her eyes hold his steadily, hypnotically.)

Yes, I poisoned you. Already the poison is working. At this minute you can't move from your chair— you can't move — (Footsteps outside.) You can't move.

(Then she slips past him to fall fainting into Mrs. Windyford's arms.)

Mrs. Windyford: My God! Alix! My little girl! My poor little girl! What have they been doing to you?

Alix: Go and see what's been happening in that room.

Mrs.Windyford: There's nothing in that room, but your husband sitting in a chair. Looks as though he'd had some kind of bad fright, and —

Alix: Yes?

Mrs. Windyford: Well, Alix, he's - dead.

Alix: (as though she were quoting from something.) And presently he died.

Note: * Mr. Windyford in the original story is replaced by Mrs. Windyford in our play.                   

Список источников

1. Agatha Christie. Short stories. Aйрис-пресс, 2007
2. Agatha Christie. [Электронный ресурс]. Электронные текстовые данные.- Режим доступа:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agatha_Christie
3. Multimania. Agatha Christie. Philomel Cottage (Электронный ресурс). Режим доступа:

                  http://members.multimania.co.uk/Agaweb/Miscellaneous/tlm002.html

4. Agatha Christie. The official information and community site. (Электронный ресурс). Режим доступа: http://agathachristie.com/about-christie/biography/