Ученикам, учениками, об учениках...

                                                                                   FOOD RAP 

In a giant fruit basket  

Here's what I found:

Grapes and grapefruits,

Plums, sweet and round,

Strawberries, blueberries,

Raspberries too.

Dates and figs

As sticky as glue!

Apples and pineapples,

Cherries and pears.

Peaches with skin

With soft, fuzz hairs.

Apricots, oranges,

Lemons and a lime.

Watermelons, cantaloupes

Fresh in their prime.

Ripe bananas,

A juicy tangerine.

The tastiest fruit basket

I've ever seen.

BON   APPETIT!

Сказка «Говорящие деньги».

Talking money

              In one of the Russian banks the working day was over, employees went home. The Bank Manager turned on the alarm and went to relax after a hard working day.

After the big and the little arrow were met at the level of "12", all the money in the Bank woke up, they started to push each other because they were crowded in the tight-tied bundles. Finally, they became free from the shackles and began to talk with each other.

           The USD notes began to brag: "We are the most important!" Every day people ask "How much is the dollar today?"

            Bills £ boasted that they were the most ancient currency in the world.

           Banknotes rubles proudly answered: "We are  patriots! The territory of circulation of the Russian ruble is the Russian Federation. They do not sell or buy us!"

           Suddenly the portrait of Queen Elizabeth II on the banknote of  100 pounds spoke: "Gentlemen, please, calm down. Follow the rules of good manner!" Portrait of Peter I apologized for the small argument.

          Because of the noise and the rustling of paper bills multi-coloured new plastic cards which were waiting for meeting  their new owners woke up. Listening to the conversation of  the old paper bills, smiled indulgently. One of them began to enumerate the advantages of a credit card "Convenience, safety, comfort, hygiene." The Bank card heard a lot of advertising about itself, so it was not silent: "In the case of loss, theft,  physical destruction of wallet it is impossible to return cash. You can block the card by calling the Bank that issued it. In many banks there is a possibility to insure the risk of loss of the card. "

         Suddenly Peter grinned, "Hmm, before the robbers attacked by shouting "Life or wallet!?". Will the phrase be slightly changed "Life or pincode!?"

         Bank card did not find what to answer as she was very young, she didn't have so much experience  like paper money. They travelled from country to country, from wallet to wallet, saw different fates of people, they were given to the beggars at the Church and they were scattered in the restaurant               

Maurier Du                                                 The Doll

Mr Brown lived near the centre of town, but his small house had a garden. Mr Brown liked his garden very much. It had a lot of flowers and they were pretty in summer — red, blue and yellow. Mr Brown liked sitting there in the evenings and at weekends.

But he had to work, too. Mr Brown worked in an office. It wasn't near his house, so he often went to work on the bus. He came home on the bus, too.

Mr Brown was a lonely man. He didn't have many friends, and he didn't talk to many people. And so he was sad and often bored.

One very hot day, Mr Brown walked home. He didn't want to go on the bus that day. He wanted a walk in the warm sun. In one street there was a small shop. Mr Brown looked in the window.

There were very old things in the window, and Mr Brown liked old things. He went into the shop.

'Good afternoon,' said the man in the shop.

'Good afternoon,' said Mr Brown. 'Can I look round the shop?'

'Please do.'

Mr Brown looked at the things in the shop. He saw an old doll with a sad face. It wasn't a pretty face, but Mr Brown liked it. The doll was a little old man with white hair and black clothes.

Mr Brown thought, 'Perhaps the doll is lonely, too.'

He asked, 'How much do you want for this old doll?'

The man thought. 'Oh, that. Three pounds,' he said.

Mr Brown wanted the doll. Why? He didn't know. But he wanted it. Three pounds was a lot of money for an old doll, but Mr Brown paid it. He went out with the doll in his hand.

He looked at its face. 'Is it smiling?' he wondered. 'No,' he thought. 'It's only a doll.' He said to it, 'I'm going to take you home,'

The doll didn't answer – it was only a doll. So why did Mr Brown speak to it? Because he was lonely. He put it in his case with his papers from the office.

Mr Brown was tired now, so he got on the bus. The man came for Mr Brown's money and Mr Brown bought a ticket.

Suddenly, somebody on the bus spoke. 'Go away!' said the person. 'You stupid man. Go away!'

Everybody on the bus looked at Mr Brown. 'Did he say that?' they wondered.

The ticket man was angry with Mr Brown. 'Why did he say that?' he wondered. He gave Mr Brown a ticket and went away. He didn't like Mr Brown.

When Mr Brown got home, he was very tired. 'Who spoke on the bus?' he wondered. He didn't know. He took the doll out of his case and looked at it.

It was only a doll. It wasn't very pretty. It was quite ugly but it had a smile on its face. 'That's strange,' thought Mr Brown. He put the doll on the table and had his dinner.

Mr Brown wasn't very hungry, so he only ate some bread and butter. Then he went to bed and slept. He forgot the doll. It was on the table.

Morning came, and the sun shone into the room. Mr Brown opened his eyes. There was something on his bed. 'What is it?' he wondered.

He looked, and he saw the doll. 'But I left it on the table. It can't walk — it's only a doll,' Mr Brown didn't understand it. It was very strange.

Mr Brown went to the front door. 'Are there any letters for me?' he wondered.

Yes, there were three with his name and address. But what was this? The letters were open! Who opened them? Mr Brown didn't know.

Mr Brown ate his breakfast. Then he went to the bus stop and waited. His bus came and stopped for him. Mr Brown got on with his case and sat down.

There were a lot of people on the bus, and one old woman couldn't sit down. Her face was tired, and Mr Brown was a kind man. He stood up for her, and she sat down.

Then suddenly, somebody spoke. 'You stupid old thing!'

The woman turned and looked at Mr Brown. She was very angry. Mr Brown's face went red. Then he remembered the doll.

He got off the bus. He couldn't understand it. 'That doll's at home,' he thought. 'Or is it?'

Mr Brown opened his case and looked inside. The doll was there, with a big smile on its ugly face!

He put the doll down on the street and left it there. Then he went to work. 'That's the end of that doll,' he thought. 'Good!'

Mr Brown worked well all day. After work, he walked to the bus stop. But what was that? The doll was at the bus stop! Mr Brown saw the white hair and the black clothes, and he saw the smile, too. 'What's happening?' he wondered. 'It's waiting for me! It isn't only a doll. But what is it?'

He turned and ran away from the bus stop. Then he walked home. He had to walk three kilometres to his house. He was very tired.

Mr Brown sat down in a chair and went to sleep. He slept for an hour.

Suddenly, there was a big noise in another room – CRASH! SMASH! Mr Brown opened his eyes. 'What's wrong?' he wondered. He went into the other room.

The doll was there again. It sat on the table and looked at him. Mr Brown's cups and plates were all on the floor.

‘It isn't only a doll,' Mr Brown thought. 'And it isn't a friend. This is difficult. What can I do?'

He took the doll into the garden and buried it in the ground.

'That really is the end of you,' said Mr Brown. 'You're under the ground now. You won't get out of there.'

Next day, Mr Brown went to work on the bus. He didn't have the doll now and nobody spoke. He worked hard, and he was happy.

Mr Brown came home again that night. He watched television. 'This is good,' he thought.

At eleven o'clock he went to bed. The house was dark and quiet.

But an hour later, there was a sudden noise in the night. Mr Brown sat up in bed. He was cold and afraid. 'What was that noise?' he wondered.

The noise was at the back door. Mr Brown was afraid, but he opened the door. It was the doll again!

It was dirty from the ground, but it looked at Mr Brown and smiled. It was a cold smile, and Mr Brown was very afraid.

He looked at the doll and said, 'Go away! Please! Go away!'

The doll didn't speak – it only smiled again. Mr Brown was very angry now. He took the doll into the garden again. He found some wood, and he made a big fire. He lit the fire. Then he put the doll on the top.

'Now die!' said Mr Brown. 'It's different this time. This will be the end of you.' And Mr Brown smiled. The fire was hot and red.

The fire got bigger – and bigger. Suddenly there was a loud cry, and people ran out of their houses. 'What's wrong?' they shouted.

'There's a big fire in Mr Brown's garden,' somebody said. 'Look!'

And there was a big fire.

The people looked round the house and garden. They couldn't find Mr Brown. But on the ground near the fire, there was a doll with white hair and black clothes. It wasn't a pretty doll. And there was a smile on its face.

Titanic

The well-known film “Titanic” is a disaster movie that represents an epic love story of a 17-year-old aristocrat and a free-spirited boy, who won in cards his third-class ticket. But this beautiful American girl is betrothed to a hateful and rich suitor. It is like the history of “Romeo and Juliet” on the sinking ship that has become the international sensation.

The special effects were used in the movie. When you watch the sinking of Titanic during 80 minutes, you are not interested in what is real and what’s generated by computer. You feel the horror of the experienced event, the depths of the thoughtlessness that made this “unsinkable” ship so hurtable to disaster. While the children and women were laded into lifeboats, the passengers of the third class were locked under the deck like animals. Cameron makes a horrifying picture of chaos with the images of the deck uprising perpendicular to the water, the ship snapping in half as well as the passengers slipping off the giant propellers of the ship into the freezing water of the ocean.

However, the stage center in the movie is occupied by the strong love between the unhappy girl Rose and the openhearted, sanguine artist Jack. Is it the love story Cameron so deliriously intended to create? Not quite. Visually, the lovers don’t fit together: Kate Winslet looks womanly next to boyish beauty of DiCaprio. And once the disaster is at its height, their individual destinies become overwhelmed by the common horror. At least, our hearts missed a beat once these young lovers were surrounded by frozen floating corpses.

Finally, it stands to mention that Cameron could create an old-fashioned movie which was brought up to date with different spectacular modern technologies.