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Теоретичні основи позакласної роботи з іноземної мови

This writer got up early and wrote his novels quickly in the morning hours (W. Scott).

At the age of 21 he left for London to find his fame there (W. Shakespeare).

Ведучий: The second task of our competition is: “Make the People Laugh”. Look at these pictures and make funny stories about them:

(Після закінчення розминки ведучий надає слово журі, голова лічильної комісії оголошує результати).

Конкурс № 3 – домашнє завдання

Ведучий: Our next competition is “Home-Task” under the title “In the World of Literary Characters”. Each team will dramatise an episode from “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” and “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban” by J. K. Rowling, and the jury will evaluate their acting and choose the best actors.

From “Harry Potter and the philosopher’s Stone”

Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eye fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which both were very long. He was wearing long robes and a purple cloak that swept the ground. This man’s name was Albus Dumbledore. He set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. Hi did not look at it, but after a moment, he spoke to it.

“Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall”.

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around his eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak. An emerald one.

“I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here”, he said. Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

“Oh yes, everyone’s celebrating all right. You’d think they’d be more careful”.

“You can’t blame them. We have had precious little to celebrate for eleven years. Voldemort seems to have disappeared”.

Professor MsGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said.

“You know what everyone’s saying? About why he’s disappeared? About what finally stopped him? What they are saying is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric’s Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are – are – that they are – dead. They are saying he tried to kill the Potter’s son, Harry. But – he couldn’t. He couldn’t kill that little boy. No one knows why or how, but they’re saying that when he couldn’t kill Harry Potter, Voldemort’s power somehow broke – and that’s why he’s gone. It’s astounding… he couldn’t kill a little boy. And I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me why you’re here, of all places?”

“I’ve come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They are the only family he has left now”.

“You don’t mean – you can/t mean the people who live here. These people will never understand him! He’ll be famous – a legend – I wouldn’t be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter in the future – there will be books written about Harry – every child in our world will known his name!”.

“Exactly”, said Dumbledore, looking very seriously!

“Famous before he can walk or talk! Famous for something he won’t even remember! Can’t you see how much better off he’ll be, growing up away from all that until he’s ready to take it?”. “Yes – yes, you’re right, of course”.

From “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban”

It took Harry several days to get used to his strange new freedom. Never before had he been able to get up whenever he wanted or eat whatever he fancied. He even could go wherever he liked.

Harry ate breakfast each morning in the Leaky Cauldron, where he liked watching the other guests: funny little witches from the country, up for a day’s shopping; wild-looking warlocks, raucous dwarfs.

Harry spent the long sunny days exploring the shops and eating under the brightly coloured umbrellas outside cafes, where his fellow dinners were showing each other their purchases. There were things that Harry needed to buy. Most important of all, he had to

buy his new school books, which would include those for his two new subjects, Care of Magic Creatures and Divination.

Harry got a surprise as he looked in at the bookshop window. Instead of the usual display of gold-embossed spell books, there was a large iron cage behind the glass which held about a hundred copies of “The Monster Book of Monsters”. Torn pages were flying everywhere as the books grapped with each other, locked together in furious wrestling matches and snapping aggressively.

As Harry entered Flourish and Blotts, the manager came hurrying towards him.

“Hogwarts?” he said abruptly. “Come to get your new books?”

“Yes”, said Harry. “I need -”

“Get out of the way”, said the manager impatiently brushing Harry aside. He drew on a pair of very thick gloves, picked up a large walking stick and proceeded towards the door of the Monster Books’ cage.

“Hang on”, said Harry quickly, “I’ve already got one of those”.

“Have you?” A look of enormous relief spread over the manager’s face. “Thank heavens for that. I’ve been bitten five times already this morning”.

A loud ripping noise rent the air; two of the Monster Books had seized a third and were pulling it apart.

“Stop it! Stop it!” cried the manager, poking the walking stick through the bars and knocking the books apart. “I am never stocking them again, never! I thought we’d seen the worst when we bought two hundred copies of “The Invisible Book of Invisibility” – cost a fortune, and we never found them… Well, is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Yes”, said Harry, looking down his booklist. “I need Unfogging the Future, by Cassandra Vablatsky”.

“Here you are”, said the manager, who had climbed a set of steps to take down a thick, black-bound book. “Unfogging the Future. Very good guide to all your basic fortune-telling methods – palmistry, crystal balls, bird entrails…”

Harry emerged from Flourisg and Blotts ten minutes later with his new books under his arms, and made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron.

Журі визначає переможців конкурсу “Домашнє завдання”.

Конкурс № 4 – конкурс капітанів

Звучить пісня “Капітани”. Ведучий запрошує капітанів обох команд на сцену.

Ведучий: It’s no doubt that books are an important and necessary thing for our civilization. They are not only a way of relaxation, but they play a major role in shaping our cultural life. The books broaden our outlook, develop our artistic taste, deliver a lot of useful information. Books differ in their kinds: there are novels, poetry and drama, ballades and fairy tales, picture books and detectives. Books about great people teach us to be hard-working. Books about famous travelers teach us to be brave, honest and noble. And fairy-tales teach us no to be lazy and naughty. Some people read for instruction, some for pleasure.