МОУ «гимназия «Дмитров»»

Литературная гостиная,

посвященная

160-летию

со дня рождения Р.Л. Стивенсона

Автор: Сенаторова Л.В.,

учитель английского языка

2010 г.

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1. Hello, dear friends! We are glad to see you at our party devoted to a famous Scottish writer – Robert Louis Stevenson. The 13th of November is 160 years since his birthday.

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2. Robert Louis Stevenson is a Scottish novelist, essayist, and poet, who contributed classics to the world of children's literature.

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3. Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. He was the only child born to Margaret Isabella Balfour and Thomas Stevenson, a civil engineer and designer of lighthouses.

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4. When young Louis was not bed-ridden suffering from a fever or cold, he was often in the company of his father and the fishermen and lighthouse keepers he worked closely with.

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5. Louis Stevenson was always proud of his Scotch origin. He said in one of his books that to be born a Scotchman is "the happiest lot on earth."

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6. Stevenson attended private school and Edinburgh Academy, and then he entered the University of Edinburgh because his father intended him for a lawyer. But soon Robert changed the whole course of his life. He began to travel for his health. His journeys impressed him so much that he began writing stories. He decided to become a writer.

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7. Stevenson suffered from tuberculosis and often traveled abroad in search of more healthful climates. His earliest works are descriptions of his journeys.

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8. He visited the south of France, the South Seas, Belgium, America.

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9. His first published books have date of 1878, when his "Inland Voyage" and "Edinburgh: Picturesque Notes" made their appearance. They at once seized public attention.

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10. It was an account of travel in canoes by two friends, who took to Belgian and French waters. It was the author's style which captivated his readers.

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11. In May 1880 Stevenson married American artist Fanny Osbourne.

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12. Stevenson took up a number of positions writing for various newspapers and magazines.  In 1880 the Stevensons travelled back to Europe, living for a time in Bournemouth, England.

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13. In 1888 he set sail for the South Seas, and by the end of 1889 was familiar with the island of Samoa, the place where he and Fanny would soon call home.

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14. Stevenson's popularity is based primarily on the exciting subject of his adventure novels and stories.

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15. Stevenson wrote nice poems for children. The best poems are in the book “A Child’s Garden of Verses”.

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16. This book is still regarded as one of the finest collections of poetry for children.

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17. We’d like you to listen to some poems.

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  Rain 

   The rain is falling all around,

   It falls on field and tree,

   It rains on the umbrellas here,

   And on the ships at sea.

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A Thought

It is very nice to think

The world is full of meat and drink,

With little children saying grace

In every Christian kind of place.

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At the Sea-side

When I was down beside the sea

A wooden spade they gave to me

     To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.

In every hole the sea came up,

     Till it could come no more.

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System

Every night my prayers I say,

And get my dinner every day;

And every day that I've been good,

I get an orange after food.

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The child that is not clean and neat,

With lots of toys and things to eat,

He is a naughty child, I'm sure -

Or else his dear papa is poor.

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Auntie's Skirts

Whenever Auntie moves around,

Her dresses make a curious sound,

They trail behind her up the floor,

And trundle after through the door.

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Good and Bad Children

Children, you are very little,

And your bones are very brittle;

If you would grow great and stately,

You must try to walk sedately.

You must still be bright and quiet,

And content with simple diet;

And remain, through all bewild'ring,

Innocent and honest children.

Happy hearts and happy faces,

Happy play in grassy places -

That was how in ancient ages,

Children grew to kings and sages.

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But the unkind and the unruly,

And the sort who eat unduly,

They must never hope for glory -

Theirs is quite a different story!

Cruel children, crying babies,

All grow up as geese and gabies,

Hated, as their age increases,

By their nephews and their nieces.

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The Moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

On streets and fields and harbour quays,

And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

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The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,

The howling dog by the door of the house,

The bat that lies in bed at noon,

All love to be out by the light of the moon.

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But all of the things that belong to the day

Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;

And flowers and children close their eyes

Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

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Winter-Time

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,

A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;

Blinks but an hour or two; and then,

A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,

At morning in the dark I rise;

And shivering in my nakedness,

By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit

To warm my frozen bones a bit;

Or with a reindeer-sled, explore

The colder countries round the door.

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When to go out, my nurse doth wrap

Me in my comforter and cap;

The cold wind burns my face, and blows

Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;

Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;

And tree and house, and hill and lake,

Are frosted like a wedding cake.

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Picture-books in Winter

Summer fading, winter comes--

Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,

Window robins, winter rooks,

And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone

Nurse and I can walk upon;

Still we find the flowing brooks

In the picture story-books.

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All the pretty things put by,

Wait upon the children's eye,

Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,

In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are

Seas and cities, near and far,

And the flying fairies' looks,

In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,

Happy chimney-corner days,

Sitting safe in nursery nooks,

Reading picture story-books?

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The Wind

I saw you toss the kites on high

And blow the birds about the sky;

And all around I heard you pass,

Like ladies' skirts across the grass--

     O wind, a-blowing all day long,

     O wind, that sings so loud a song!

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I saw the different things you did,

But always you yourself you hid.

I felt you push, I heard you call,

I could not see yourself at all--

     O wind, a-blowing all day long,

     O wind, that sings so loud a song!

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O you that are so strong and cold,

O blower, are you young or old?

Are you a beast of field and tree,

Or just a stronger child than me?

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     O wind, a-blowing all day long,

     O wind, that sings so loud a song!

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18. One of the most interesting poems is “Heather Ale”. We suppose you’ll enjoy the cartoon “Heather Ale”.

(Просмотр мультфильма «Вересковый мед»)

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19. Now listen to the original poem “Heather Ale”.

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20. Which of you hasn’t read “Treasure island”? Which of you hasn’t seen the film on this book?
21. “Treasure Island” is  the most famous story of pirates sailing to exotic islands, singing "Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!", one-legged sailors with parrots as pets, black spots signifying the fate of a man, dead-men's chests, and hidden treasure maps.

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22. When Stevenson wrote “Treasure Island”, it was an immediate success and affirmed his passions for story telling and writing.

(Инсценировка «Остров сокровищ»)

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23. Stevenson's life is mirrored in many of his works; he left a treasure chest of essays, diaries, poetry, letters, short stories, and unfinished manuscripts at the time of his death at age forty-four.

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24. Robert Louis Stevenson died at home on 3 December 1894, his beloved Fanny by his side.

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His tomb is inscribed thus:

   “Under the wide and starry sky,

Dig the grave and let me lie.

 Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me,

 Here he lies where he longed to be.

Home is the sailor home from the sea,

And the hunter home from the hill.”

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Реквием

Как умру я в родимой моей стороне,

Могилу под звёздами выройте мне,

Я жизнью своей доволен вполне

И моя последняя воля,

Чтобы камень вечный гласил надо мной,

Что лежу я в земле желанной, родной,

Что вернулся моряк, приплыл домой,

И охотник вернулся с поля.

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25. Thank you for your attention!
26. Thanks for being with us!