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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:41 | Сообщение # 1
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Turn Off the TV!
by Bruce Lansky

My father gets quite mad at me;
my mother gets upset--
when they catch me watching
our new television set.

My father yells, "Turn that thing off!"
Mom says, "It's time to study."
I'd rather watch my favorite TV show
with my best buddy.

I sneak down after homework
and turn the set on low.
But when she sees me watching it,
my mom yells out, "No!"

Dad says, "If you don't turn it off,
I'll hang it from a tree!"
I rather doubt he'll do it,
'cause he watches more than me.

He watches sports all weekend,
and weekday evenings too,
while munching chips and pretzels--
the room looks like a zoo.

So if he ever got the nerve
to hang it from a tree,
he'd spend a lot of time up there--
watching it with me.


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Healthy food
(E. Kinshakova, T. Kuznetsova)

Do you know that the bears
Like all berries, honey, pears.
And giraffes like eating leaves
From the trees.

Any cat likes drinking milk,
“Dogs like bones” -children think.
Monkeys climb banana trees,
And the birds like eating seeds.

Too much food makes children fat.
I think that is very bad.
Little food makes children thin,
And the wrong food makes them ill.

Want your health to be good?
Eat a lot of tasty fruit.
Apples, oranges and grapes
Make cheeks red on any face.


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:42 | Сообщение # 3
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Seasons
(E. Kinshakova, T. Kuznetsova)

Winter has a lot of snow,
It is cold, but you can go
Skiing, skating, you can sleigh
On a sunny frosty day.

Spring has come and melted ice:
Everything is so nice!
In the sky the sun is bright,
People’s eyes are full of light!

Summer! Holidays! Hurray!
School is over! You may play
All day long till late at night.
You can make your spirit bright!

Autumn is here. Go to school.
If you do well, you won’t be a fool.
Read many books and solve many tasks,
Get only good and excellent marks.


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:42 | Сообщение # 4
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

Джейн Тэйлор


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:43 | Сообщение # 5
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Участник снят с конкурса из-за нарушения правил


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:43 | Сообщение # 6
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There's a New Cook in the Cafeteria
by Bruce Lansky

Good Morning, staff and students.
We have a brand new cook.
And that's why our lunch menu
will have a brand new look.

To make a good impression,
our cook's prepared a treat:
your choice of snapping turtle soup
or deep-fried monkey meat.

If you're a vegetarian,
we have good news today:
she's serving pickled cauliflower
and jellyfish souffle.

And for dessert our cook has made
a recipe from France:
I'm sure you'll all want seconds--
of chocolate-covered ants.

I hope you like this gourmet feast.
I hope you won't complain.
But if you do we'll have to bring
our old cook back again.


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:43 | Сообщение # 7
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Red Riding Hood

Right through the woods-not very far-
Lives Red Riding Hood’s grandma.

To visit her, she often takes
Butter, eggs, and home made cakes.

Her mummy tells her every day:
“Don’t talk to strangers on the way!”

Two squirrels watch Red Riding Hood
As she goes walking through the wood,

They see a wolf and warn and shout:
“There is a big bad wolf about!”

The wolf pretends to show such charm,
She never dreams that he could harm.

She tells him all he wants to know
And to the house the wolf does go.

A kind woodcutter, chopping sticks,
Stops the bad wolf’s wicked tricks,

He hears the poor old grandma’s call
And kills the wolf and saves them all.

by R. Garland.


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:43 | Сообщение # 8
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Участник снят с конкурса


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:44 | Сообщение # 9
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You say you're Cinderella
Or you would like to be
Does this mean that you've found
Your Prince Charming in me?

You also say you're Jasmine
So Princess, please be mine
A whole new world I'll show you
A world of love divine

Your favorite is Tinkerbell
So I'll be Peter Pan
Together we can fly away
Off to Neverland

And if you're Sleeping Beauty
Then I will be the one
To kiss your lips, open your eyes
--
Автор: DMG


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:44 | Сообщение # 10
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A Description of London (Джон Бэнкс )


Houses, churches, mixed together,
Streets unpleasant in all weather;
Prisons, palaces contiguous,
Gates, a bridge, the Thames irriguous.

Gaudy things enough to tempt ye,
Showy outsides, insides empty;
Bubbles, trades, mechanic arts,
Coaches, wheelbarrows and carts.

Warrants, bailiffs, bills unpaid,
Lords of laundresses afraid;
Rogues that nightly rob and shoot men,
Hangmen, aldermen and footmen.

Lawyers, poets, priests, physicians,
Noble, simple, all conditions:
Worth beneath a threadbare cover,
Villainy bedaubed all over.


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:44 | Сообщение # 11
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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:44 | Сообщение # 12
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What is a mother?
A mother is someone who loves you
Who cares for you in every way
She sits down and listens
To what you have to say

She always thinks your beautiful
Never puts you down
She always has a smile
To wipe away your frown

A mother is someone who believes in you
Always pushes you to go far
Tells you to believe in yourself
No matter who you are

A mother is like an angel
Although without the wings
She tells you to enjoy
Life's most smallest things

I really love my mother
She means so much to me
Mommy I really love you
And that's how it always will be.


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What is a mother?
A mother is someone who loves you
Who cares for you in every way
She sits down and listens
To what you have to say

She always thinks your beautiful
Never puts you down
She always has a smile
To wipe away your frown

A mother is someone who believes in you
Always pushes you to go far
Tells you to believe in yourself
No matter who you are

A mother is like an angel
Although without the wings
She tells you to enjoy
Life's most smallest things

I really love my mother
She means so much to me
Mommy I really love you
And that's how it always will be.


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:44 | Сообщение # 14
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What is a mother?
A mother is someone who loves you
Who cares for you in every way
She sits down and listens
To what you have to say

She always thinks your beautiful
Never puts you down
She always has a smile
To wipe away your frown

A mother is someone who believes in you
Always pushes you to go far
Tells you to believe in yourself
No matter who you are

A mother is like an angel
Although without the wings
She tells you to enjoy
Life's most smallest things

I really love my mother
She means so much to me
Mommy I really love you
And that's how it always will be.


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:45 | Сообщение # 15
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The mouse that gnawed the oak-tree down
Began his task in early life.
He kept so busy with his teeth
He had no time to take a wife.

He gnawed and gnawed through sun and rain
When the ambitious fit was on,
Then rested in the sawdust till
A month of idleness had gone.

He did not move about to hunt
The coteries of mousie-men.
He was a snail-paced, stupid thing
Until he cared to gnaw again.

The mouse that gnawed the oak-tree down,
When that tough foe was at his feet-
Found in the stump no angel-cake
Nor buttered bread, nor cheese nor meat-

The forest-roof let in the sky.
“This light is worth the work,” said he.
“I’ll make this ancient swamp more light,”
And started on another tree.


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:45 | Сообщение # 16
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POOR BIRD!

Poor bird!-
No hands, no fingers thine;
Two angel-coloured wings instead:
But where are mine?

Cold voiceless fish!-
No hands, no spindly legs, no toes;
But fins and a tail,
And a mouth for nose,

Wild weed!-
Not even an eye with which to see!

Or ear, or tongue,
For sigh or song;
Or heart to beat,
Or mind to long

And yet- ah, would that I,
In sun and shade, like thee,
Might no less gentle, sweet,
And lovely be!


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:45 | Сообщение # 17
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Little Red Riding Hood by Rosemary Garland

Right through the woods not very far
Lives Red Riding Hood's grandma.
To visit her, she often takes
Butter, eggs and home-made cakes.
Her Mummy tells her every day:
``Don't talk to strangers on the way!''
Two squirrels watch Red Riding Hood
As she goes walking through the wood.
They see a wolf and warn and shout:
``There is a big bad wolf about!''
The wolf pretends to show such charm,
She never dreams that he could harm.
She tells him all he wants to know
And to the house the wolf does go.
A kind woodcutter, chopping sticks,
Stops the bad wolf's wicked tricks.
He hears the poor old grand ma's call
And kills the wolf and saves them all.


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АдминистраторДата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 22:45 | Сообщение # 18
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Sarah Joseph Hale

Mary s Lamb

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow:
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rule,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear.

Then he ran to her, and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if he said, “I am not afraid-
You ll keep me from all harm”.

“What makes the lamb love Mary so?”
The eager children cried.
“Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,”
The teacher quick replied.

And you each gentle animal
In confidence may bind,
And make them follow at you will.
If you are only kind.


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Льюис Кэрролл

My Fairy
I have a fairy by my side
Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried
It said "You must not weep"
If, full of mirth, I smile and grin,
It says "You must not laugh"
When once I wished to drink some gin
It said "You must not quaff".
When once a meal I wished to taste
It said "You must not bite"
When to the wars I went in haste
It said "You must not fight".
"What may I do?" at length I cried,
Tired of the painful task.
The fairy quietly replied,
And said "You must not ask".


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АдминистраторДата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 20:57 | Сообщение # 20
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“POEMS ARE LIKE PEOPLE”
Poems are like people
Each one is unique
And each uses a different
Voice to speak.

Some make you laugh
And some make you cry
Though sometimes you don’t
Quite understand why.

Some are bold and loud and forceful,
Some are gentle, quiet and meek.
Some you know not how to tackle
And some look strong but are quite weak.

Poems are like people.
There’s more to them than can be seen at first glance
And they need to be given a second chance.
For sometimes what you see isn’t there
And what you don’t see is hidden somewhere
Deep inside where you must tread
Carefully to feel what’s said.
(Su Taher).


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“CLOTHES”.
My mother keeps on telling me
When she was in her teens
She wore quite different clothes from mine
And hadn’t heard of jeans.

T-shirts, no hats, and dresses that
Reach far above our knees.
I laughed at first and then I thought
One day my kids will tease

And scoff at what I’m wearing now.
What will their fashions be?
I’d give an awful lot to know,
To look ahead and see.

Girls dressed like girls perhaps once more
And boys no longer half
Resembling us. Oh, what’s in store
To make our children laugh?
(Elizabeth Jennings).


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“THE QUARREL”.
I quarreled with my brother
I don’t know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.

The start of it was slight,
The end of it was strong,
He said he was right,
I knew he was wrong!

We hated one another.
The afternoon turned black.
Then suddenly my brother
Thumped me on the back,

And said, |Oh, come along!
We can’t go on all night –
I was in the wrong,”
So he was in the right.
(Eleanor Farjeon).


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Sergey Yesenin
Translated from the Russian
By Alec Vagapov


There’s the silly elation,
The garden the windows look on!
Soundless sunset reflection
Swims in the pool, like a swan.

Greetings, golden serenity,
Shadows of trees, black as tar!
Crows on the roof, in sincerity,
Hold vespers in praise of the star.

Timidly, over the garden
Where the guelder-rose springs,
A girl in a snow-white garment
A beautiful melody sings.

Like a blue gown, the evening
Cold from the meadow sweeps…
Happiness, sweet silly feeling!
Virginal blush of the cheeks!


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АдминистраторДата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 20:58 | Сообщение # 24
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Old Horace

Old Horace lives with me.
When he comes home at three,
He knocks at the door,
He rolls on the floor
And comes to sit with me.
He watches my TV,
He sits right on my knee,
He takes a nap
Upon my lap.
That’s where he likes to be.

He always catches birds,
He doesn’t say a word.
He looks at one
And starts to run.
He catches it for fun.
Old Horace isn’t short,
Old Horace isn’t fat.
He’s very sweet,
He has four feet.
Old Horace is my cat!


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АдминистраторДата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 20:59 | Сообщение # 25
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Five little pumpkins

Five little pumpkins
Sitting on a gate
The first one said
,,My its getting late!"

The second one said
,,There are witches in the air!"
The third one said
,,Good folk,beware!"

The fourth one said
,,We'll run and run"
The fifth one said
,,Let's have some fun!"

"WOOOOOOOH"went the wind
And out went the light
And the five little pumpkins
Rolled out of Sight.


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