Внимание! Attention!
Конкурс поэтов переводчиков “Рифма-2016″
Дедлайн: 18 апреля 2016 года.
Участники: учащиеся 3 – 11 классов
Организатор: Кафедра учителей иностранного языка.
Критерии оценки
- точность передачи содержания поэтического произведения
- стилистическое соответствие перевода оригиналу
- эмоциональная окраска стихотворения
- рифма
Победители определяются в каждой параллели и награждаются Дипломами 1 2, 3 степени. Все участники Конкурса получают сертификаты участников.
Участники получат дипломы по дополнительным номинациям:
- «За самый оригинальный перевод»
- «За соответствие поэтическому образу»
- «За оригинальное творческое решение»
- «За нестандартный подход к переводу»
Дополнительные номинации могут вручаться в разных возрастных группах.
Желаем всем успехов!
GOOD LUCK!
КОНКУРС ПЕРЕВОДОВ СТИХОВ 2016
3 КЛАСС
Sports
Dear little boys and girls!
What is better than the toys?
I think sports are good for all:
You can swim, play basketball,
Table tennis and football.
We can jump and we can run.
And we have a lot of fun.
4 КЛАСС
“I LOVE SUMMER!”
I love summer! Summer is hot.
It's sun and shade.
It's water to wade.
It's frogs and bugs.
It's grass for rugs.
It's eating outside.
It's a tree-swing ride.
It's tomatoes and corn.
It's dew in the morn.
It's dogs and boys
And lots of noise.
It's a hot sunny sky.
It's summer.
That's why.....
I love summer.
5 КЛАССА
Mary Britton Miller
Cats
Cats sleep
Anywhere, any table, any chair,
Top of piano, window-edge,
In the middle, on the edge,
Open drawer, empty shoe,
Anybody’s lap will do,
Fitted in a cardboard box,
In the cupboard with your frocks
— Anywhere!
They don’t care!
Cats sleep anywhere!
6 КЛАСС
I Wonder
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?
O, 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?
7 КЛАСС
Why God made friends
God made the world with a heart full of love,
Then He looked down from Heaven above,
And saw that we all need a helping hand,
Someone to share with, who’ll understand.
He made special people to see us through
The glad times and the sad times, too;
A person on whom we can always depend,
Someone we can call a friend.
God made friends so we’ll carry a part
Of His perfect love in all our hearts
8 КЛАСС
The Snowman
One day we built a snowman,
We built him out of snow;
You should have seen how fine he was,
All white from top to toe.
We poured some water over him,
To freeze his legs and ears;
And when we went indoors to bed,
We thought he'd last for years.
But, in the night a warmer kind
Of wind began to blow;
And Jack Frost cried and ran away,
And with him went the snow.
When we went out next morning
To bid our friend "Good Day",
There wasn't any snowman there...
He'd melted right away!
9 КЛАСС
E. Y. Harburg
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly,
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?
10 – 11 КЛАСС
In Spite of War
Angela Morgan
In spite of war, in spite of death,
In spite of all man's sufferings,
Something within me laughs and sings
And I must praise with all my breath.
In spite of war, in spite of hate
Lilacs are blooming at my gate,
Tulips are tripping down the path
In spite of war, in spite of wrath.
"Courage!" the morning-glory saith;
"Rejoice!" the daisy murmureth,
And just to live is so divine
When pansies lift their eyes to mine.
And in my ear a whispering breath,
"Wake from the nightmare! Look and see
That life is naught but ecstasy
In spite of war, in spite of death!"
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