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Подготовка к конкурсу «Литературная беседка - 2022»

Подготовка к конкурсу «Литературная беседка - 2022»

30 сентября 2022 года в 14:00 в МАОУ Гимназия №1 города Балаково будет проведен муниципальный конкурс чтецов «Литературная беседка».

Конкурс пройдёт в один этап.

Участниками Конкурса являются обучающиеся 5-11 классов общеобразовательных организаций области не более 3 человек от одной возрастной категории от образовательного учреждения:

  • 5-6 классы – 3 человека,
  • 7-8 классы – 3 человека,
  • 9-11 классы – 3 человека.

Таким образом, к участию в конкурсе допускаются не более 9 человек от образовательного учреждения вне зависимости от выбора номинаций проза/поэзия...

Подробно с приказом АБМР и Положением о конкурсе можно из нижеследующего документа.

Для подготовки к конкурсу чтецов «Литературная беседка» предлагаю претендентам группы Ефремова А.А. послушать версии чтения стихотворений. Аудиоверсии не являются примерами.



If Once You Have Slept on an Island by Rachel Field

If Once You Have Slept on an Island by Rachel Field

If once you have slept on an island

You’ll never be quite the same;

You may look as you looked the day before

And go by the same old name,

You may bustle about in street and shop;

You may sit at home and sew,

But you’ll see blue water and wheeling gulls

Wherever your feet may go.

You may chat with the neighbors of this and that

And close to your fire keep,

But you’ll hear ship whistle and a lighthouse bell

And tides beat through your sleep.

Oh, you won’t know why, and you can’t say how

Such change upon you came,

But – once you have slept on an island

You’ll never be quite the same!

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Meeting by Rachel Field

Meeting by Rachel Field

As I went home on the old wood road,

With my basket and lesson book,

A deer came out of the tall trees

And down to drink at the brook.

Twilight was all about us,

Twilight and tree on tree;

I looked straight into its great, strange eyes,

And the deer looked back at me.

Beautiful, brown, and unafraid,

Those eyes returned my stare;

And something with neither sound nor name

Passed between us there.

Something I shall not forget –

Something still, and shy, and wise –

In the dimness of the woods

From a pair of gold-flecked eyes.

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Sea Fever by John Masefield

Sea Fever by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

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On a Tree Fallen across the Road by Robert Frost

On a Tree Fallen across the Road by Robert Frost

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood

Throws down in front of us is not to bar

Our passage to our journey’s end for good,

But just to ask us who we think we are

Insisting always on our own way so.

She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,

And make us get down in a foot of snow

Debating what to do without an ax.

And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:

We will not be put off the final goal

We have it hidden in us to attain,

Not though we have to seize earth by the pole

And, tired of aimless circling in one place,

Steer straight off after something into space.

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Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were — I have not seen

As others saw — I could not bring

My passions from a common spring —

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow — I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone —

And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —

Then — in my childhood — in the dawn

Of a most stormy life — was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still —

From the torrent, or the fountain —

From the red cliff of the mountain —

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold —

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by —

From the thunder, and the storm —

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view —

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