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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:34 | Сообщение # 1 |
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My working day
( E.Kinshakova, T. Kuznetsova)
In the morning I wake up,
I get up at seven sharp,
Have my breakfast very soon,
Drink my tea and go to school!
In the afternoon aunt Nina tells me:
“Have your tasty dinner!”
After that I have a rest
And begin to take my test.
In the evening I am glad:
I read books and play with dad.
He is merry, kind and smart.
I love him with all my heart!
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:35 | Сообщение # 2 |
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Planet Roll Call
Nine planets around the sun,
Listen as I call each one:
Mercury? Here! Number one,
Closest planet to the sun.
Venus? Here! Number two,
Shining bright, just like new!
Earth? Here! Number three,
Earth is home to you and me.
Mars? Here! Number four,
Red and ready to explore!
Jupiter? Here! Number five,
Largest planet, that's no jive!
Saturn? Here! Number six,
With rings of dust and ice that mix.
Uranus? Here! Number seven,
A planet tilted high in heaven.
Neptune? Here! Number eight,
With one dark spot whose size is great.
Pluto? Here! Number nine,
The smallest and the last in line!
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:35 | Сообщение # 3 |
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Bed in Summer
(by Robert Louis Stevenson)
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:35 | Сообщение # 4 |
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My toy house
(E.Kinshakova, T. Kuznetsova)
Yesterday I built a house.
There lives a little mouse.
And who else? A funny hare
And a lazy clumsy bear.
Is the house very nice?
“Yes, it is,” say little mice.
“Are there any stools or chairs?”
“Yes, there are,” say funny hares.
For the lazy clumsy bear
There is a big armchair,
For the mouse, “Don’t forget,”
I have bought a TV-set.
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:35 | Сообщение # 5 |
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Mice
I think mice
Are rather nice.
Their tails are long,
Their faces are small,
They haven’t any
Chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white,
They run about
The house at night.
They nibble things
They shouldn’t touch,
And no one seems
To like them much.
But I think mice
Are nice.
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:36 | Сообщение # 6 |
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A.Pushkin
“The tale of the dead princess and the seven knights”
With his suite the Tsar departed.
The Tsaritsa tender-hearted
At the window sat alone,
Wishing he would hurry home.
All day every day she waited,
Gazing till her dedicated
Eyes grew weak from overstrain,
Gazing at the empty plain.
Not a sign of her beloved!
Nothing but the snowflakes hurried
Heaping drifts upon the lea.
Earth was white as white could be.
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:36 | Сообщение # 7 |
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Kindness
I love little pussy,
Her coat is so warm,
And if I don’t hurt her,
She’ll do me no harm.
So I‘ll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away,
But pussy and I
Very gently will play:
She shall sit by my side,
And I’ll give her some food;
And pussy will love me
Because I am good.
Автор неизвестен - Folklore
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:36 | Сообщение # 8 |
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I wonder
(by Jeannie Kirby)
I wonder why the grass is green,
And why the wind is never seen.
Who taught the birds to build a nest,
And told the trees to take a rest?
And when the moon is not quite round,
Where can the missing bit be found?
Who lights the stars, when they blow out,
And makes the lightning flash about?
Who paints the rainbow in the sky,
And hangs the fluffy clouds so high?
Why is it now, do you suppose,
That Dad won’t tell me if he knows?
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:36 | Сообщение # 9 |
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People sometimes say to me:
Tell me, what do you want to be?
I usually answer, I don’t know,
But it isn’t really so:
I want to win an Olympic race,
I want to see the Earth from space,
I want to travel to Timbuktu,
I want to be rich and famous, too.
I want to star on Hollywood’s screen,
I want to invent a new machine,
I want to be very clever and wise,
I want to win the Nobel Prize.
But most of all, I want to be
Health and strong and happy!
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:36 | Сообщение # 10 |
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Robert Louis Stevenson
The Sun's Travels
The sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
And when at eve I rise form tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the west
Are getting up and being dressed.
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:36 | Сообщение # 11 |
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Robert Louis Stevenson
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:37 | Сообщение # 12 |
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The Rabbit
Brown bunny sites inside his burrow
Till everything is still,
Then out he slips along the furrow,
Or up the grassy hill.
He nibbles all about the bushes,
Or sits to wash his face,
But at a sound he stamps, and rushes
At a surprising pace.
You see some little streaks and flashes,
A last sharp twink of white,
And down his hidy-hole he dashes
And disappears from sight.
Edith King
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:37 | Сообщение # 13 |
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Learning to read
Come, little brother, come to me;
I'll teach you soon your A, B, C.
You're three years old; you must, indeed,
Begin at once to learn to read.
Be careful now, don't tear the book,
And where I point there you must look.
That's A, that's B, and that is C;
Now say them plainly after me.
That's very well! How very nice!
You'll learn your letters in a trice.
And then you'll quickly learn to spell,
And soon, I hope, read very well.
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:37 | Сообщение # 14 |
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Green
Green is the grass
and the watermelon skin,
fourth colour in the rainbow,
the emeralds in a ring.
Bright green apples
are bitter to the tongue,
but spinach and broccoli-
I eat them up yum!
Green mold is medicine
known as penicillin,
and water fights with
green balloons sure are thrillin'
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:37 | Сообщение # 15 |
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My House
Let's go to my house.
Let's go today.
I'll show you all the rooms
Where we work and play.
Here is the kitchen
Where Mother cooks for me.
Here is the living room
Where I watch TV.
Here is the dining room.
We eat here every day.
And this room is my room
Where I sleep and play.
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:38 | Сообщение # 16 |
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My Cat Pit
I have a cat,
Her name is Pit,
And by the fire
She likes to sit.
Each day I bring her
A dish of milk,
And smooth her coat
That shines like silk.
And on my knee
She likes to sit,
For Pit loves me
And I lovePit.
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:38 | Сообщение # 17 |
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She Walks In Beauty like the night (Lord Byron)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:38 | Сообщение # 18 |
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• Penguin Pete
It lived on the hill
and that was covered with snow
He wore a black coat,
and held his head low,
He rolled over on his tummy,
and kicked snow with his feet
Then he picked up his head, saying:
"I'm Penguin Pete!"
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:39 | Сообщение # 19 |
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Мy house is red
My house is red - a little house,
A happy child am I,
I laugh and play the livelong day
I hardly ever cry.
I have a tree, a green, green tree,
To shade me from the sun;
And under it I often sit,
When all my work is done.
My little basket I will take,
And trip into the town;
When next I’m there I’ll buy some cake,
And spend my bright half-crown.
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 22:23 | Сообщение # 20 |
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V. Mayakovsky “What is good and what is bad”
After rainfall comes the sun,
driving off the cold.
That is good for everyone,
whether young or old.
When a boy’s as black as that –
dirt on cheeks and chin,
this is clearly very bad
for the youngster’s skin.
If a boy keeps clean and neat,
washes twice a day,
he’s a darling, simply sweet,
a good lad, anyway.
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 22:23 | Сообщение # 21 |
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In bluish mist a lone sail whitens
By Lermontov
In bluish mist a lone sail whitens
Far from a haven at the sea.
Why does it want to be so wanton?
What does it seek in such a spree?
The waves are playing. Wind is howling.
The mast is bending from wild force.
Not for the happiness it’s prowling.
It’s running a rebellious course.
The sky-blue current is below.
Above are gold rays of the sun.
Still storms it’s asking to bestow
As if that way the peace is won.
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 22:24 | Сообщение # 22 |
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Burns Robert:
My Heart's in The Highlands
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe-
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below,
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods!
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 22:24 | Сообщение # 23 |
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My Love
- Tasha Shores –
My love is like an ocean
It goes down so deep
My love is like a rose
Whose beauty you want to keep.
My love is like a river
That will never end
My love is like a dove
With a beautiful message to send.
My love is like a song
That goes on and on forever
My love is like a prisoner
It’s to you that I surrender.
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 22:24 | Сообщение # 24 |
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Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And canʼt tell where to find them;
Let them alone, and theyʼll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep.
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke she found it a joke,
For still they all were fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She foundʼem, indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
for theyʼd left their tails behindʼem
( Susie Sunshines Series "Little Bo-Peep")
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-wbCr9CPwY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roCEm-T9MM8
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When good King Arthur ruled his land,
He was a goodly King;
He stole three pecks of barley meal,
To make a big- pudding.
A bag-pudding, the king did make,
All stuffed it well with plumps,
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big, as my too thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried
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