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Учащиеся 9-10 классов нашей школы в курсе англо-американской литературы изучают основы стихосложения и часто пишут стихи на английском языке или делают поэтические переводы. В рамках проекта "Мосты" Международного Шекспировского общества "GlobLink" в 2003 году в честь юбилея "Сонета к Вестминстерскому мосту" У. Водсворта учащиеся по заданию общества участвовали в фестивале сонетов и сочинили цикл сонетов, который размещён на сайте и в постоянной экспозиции GlobeLink в Лондоне. (учитель Микунис Н.С.)
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*** Oh, can you tell me what a bridge is? It is nothing but a link beween tow shores Or ages, generations... Can you seize this, The sense of such a magic word...in vers... Humanity has known as many bridges As stars, as leaves... or even more, Becaus, you know, every person mingles In him (her), not only inner world. I've got it! Man is but a link It binds together two parts, tow sides And more than tow. Oh, you can drink My wasted words like cold with flies... But not, I am too exhausted to write now The bridges in my soul can really fall down!
By Misha Kuzrin |
Inspired
by W. Shakespeare
Once
wandering among the sleeping trees And
gazing into waters deep
I
thought that human life is A
fragile bridge between the splash
Of birth
and gloom of everlasting sleep.
But
suddenly all this was gone.
Like
blue – winged dove
Whose
wings were burnt by the destructive sun
I fell
on the deserted Earth and cried:
"What
human life will be
If the
spring waters of my love have dried
And I’ve,
oh, my beloved friend, lost thee?
Where is
the brink between, the love and pain?
Where is
the bridge from suffering to gain?”
By
Ksenia Mayorova |
These are many bridges
in the world,
But none
is worth the one,
Presented
by the Lord
The most
important ever done.
The
bridge that serves as link
Between
the loving hearts
And
people start to think
Of their
second parts.
They
open their eyes and see
The
marvels of the Earth
They
hear the whisper of the sea
And
their souls’ rebirth.
You
ought to keep this bridge forever
And must
not leave it ever. Never.
By
Valentina Resun |
Magic
Bridge
There
was a bridge between two worlds:
One
magic and of cruelty of other.
And on
the pavement were five words:
"Don’t
crush the dreams of hover.”
Magicians,
dragons, fairy kings
Lived in
the magic world in peace,
Their
fairs, princesses and queens
Kept
their secrets of "no tears”.
The
other world was full of evils,
Each
other people killed like devils,
Their
minds had only war inside
And
crush the bridge they did decide,
The
magic bridge is now destroyed,
It’s
death the Art can not avoid!
By
Marina Kiupa |
What
must unite two separated parts?
What is
the bridge between two souls and hearts,
Whose
aim is not to ruin, but create?
And
there’s no sign on the entrance: "For private”.
The show
and roses here coexist,
You hear
sweet song but there’s no snakes’ hiss,
Destroyed
not by time, but with time strong,
The
truth walks here, and isn’t known as wrong.
Though
separated by the sea of Hate and Lie,
Above it
shining bridge of sun does lie.
And who,
on Earth, will dare to shake it’s stone
Will
live his life in torments, all alone.
A path
is sparkling in the blue of holy sky
Where
love and joy do flourish, but not die.
By Anastasia
Lobanova |
2009-2010 учебный год
В рамках спецкурсов по иностранным языкам, таких как МХК и англо-американская литература (учитель английского языка Кондракова Н.Н., Учитель МХК и английского языка Майорова Е.А.) учащиеса нашей школы имеют возможность реализовать свои творческие способности сочиняя сонеты. |
For Her. When seed is planted You are like a child. You look for hours At a place of growth. When blossom time comes out You spend all day for glancing At what is so tender With a dancing smile. When flower came to beauty end Your eyes are full of tears But opening your hand You gather seeds. Next day will come again And you’ll be a child. Каспшик Степан 10б |
