The assembly hall of the gymnasium is decorated with the portrait of Robert Burns. The stage is decorated with he following quotations about Robert Burns.
Only those who speak from the heart and to the heart employ a universal language. Burns was a great master in the use of this language, his words live because they glow with the love that makes all mankind kind. William Jennings Bryan
Burns alone is enough to make us everlasting friends with Scotland. S. Marshak The group of pupils is on the stage.
P1. Our dear guests and teachers!
P2. Boys and girls!
P3. We are glad to greet you at our literary party, devoted to Robert Burns.
P4. I want to tell you about a great national poet of Scotland. Robert Burns was born in Alloway, near Ayr, on the 25th of January, 1759.
His father was a farmer, a hard-working man. He gave his son a good education. He taught his children arithmetic and other subjects and brought his children books from Ayr. Burns owed much to his father, a poor man as he had no land of his own, and a rich man if valued in character, independence in thought and action.
P5. Burns wrote his first poem at the age of fourteen for a girl who worked with him in the fields. And from then till his death about 23 years later his poems and songs came out, giving delight and joy to the poet himself, his countrymen and all the world. It was as his father had once said: “Rob will one day become famous”.
P6. His most creative years were probably 1785 and 1786. During this period he wrote his most brilliant poems. Now my friends will recite some of them.
My Heart’s in the Highlands
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart isn’t here:
My heart’s in the Highlands, a-cbasing the deer:
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe:
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North:
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands forever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high covered 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.
My heart’s in the Highlands…
В горах моє серце
В горах моє серце, навіки я там,
По сліду оленя лечу по п’ятам,
Біжу за оленем, косулю лякаю,
В горах моє серце, куди не ступаю.
Бувай, Батьківщино, Північ, бувай,
Вітчизна слави і доблесті край,
По білому, долею світу гоним,
Навіки залишуся сином твоїм.
Бувайте, вершини під дахом снігів,
Бувайте, долини та зелень лугів,
Бувайте, заглиблені в безвість, ліси,
Бувайте, потоків лісних голоси.
The Tree of Liberty
Heard ye о’ the Tree o’ France,
And wat ye what’s the name o’t?
Around, it a’ the patriots dance —
Weel Europe kens the fame o’t!
It stands where ance the Bus tile stood —
A prison built by kings, man,
When Superstition’s hellish brood
Kept France in leading-strings, man.
Есть дерево в Париже, брат.
Под сень его густую
Друзья отечества спешат.
Где нынче у его ствола
Свободный люд толпится.
Вчера Бастилия была,
Всей Франции темница.
Mу Father Was a Farmer
My Father Was a Farmer
upon the Carrick border,
And carefully he bred me
in decency and order,
He bade me act a manly part,
though Ihad ne ‘er farthing,
For without an honest, manly heart
no man was worth regarding.
T. Listen to the most famous of Bum’s songs “Auld Lang Syne”.
P10. Millions of people all over the world highly esteem and love Burn’s poems.
S. Marshak, a great Russian poet brought Burns to the people through his fine translations.
Любовь, как роза, роза красная,
Цветет в моем саду.
Любовь моя — как песенка,
С которой в путь иду.
Сильнее красоты твоей
Моя любовь одна.
Она с тобой, пока моря
Не высохнут до дна.
Нe высохнут моря, мой друг,
Не рушится гранит,
Не остановится песок,
А он, как жизнь, бежит…
Будь счастлива, моя любовь,
Прощай и не грусти.
Вернусь к тебе, хоть целый свет
Пришлось бы мне пройти!
Burn’s poems and songs appeal to all, they find a way to every heart because Burns was sincere to the core and every reader of his poems feels it. He loved people.
Robert Burns was a great son of his land.
For all his countrymen he is a friend.
He loved all his country and the Highlands, and a plain.
There ‘11 no one like him again.
He loved his Motherland, and gave it all his life.
He loved his countrymen and willingly he tried.
To tell everyone that a man must be a brave man.
And get the freedom, it’s not so hard to learn.
He worked so hard — so died at thirty-seven.
But he’ll be remembered by his countrymen forever.
All the participants of this literary party are on the stage. (They sing a song.)
When I feel the sorrow in my soul
And it seems that nothing can go on
I take a book and read at once.
It makes me happy, gives me chance.
Ps. Thank you for your attention.