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The Reciting Contest: “My Country”

Aim: to acquaint the pupils with the works of the foreign and Kazakhstan writers

Objective: to instill love to the motherland, to develop sense of devotion to the motherland

Pupil 1: Good afternoon dear guests, pupils! Welcome to our reciting contest: where you’ll be able to know some famous writers of the past and of the present.

Pupil 2: We live in a great country “Kazakhstan”.

Let’s watch the video about our country.

Pupil 1: Let the contest begin and let the strongest win.

Let me introduce our participants: (all participants)

1. ___________

2. ___________

3. ___________

4. ___________

5. ___________

6. ___________

Pupil 1: We wish you "Good Luck"

Pupil 2: the participant: ……….

“Kazakhstan”

Oh, Kazakhstan, I’m in love with you!

Remember, Kazakhstan, you are great

Not in the fields of battles past

But in the green fields full of wheat

And forests, gardens, free of dust.

I love you deeply, dear land

Your hills and rivers, sand on strand

Your songs and dances, lakes and sees

Your beasts and fish, birds in trees

Your sunrise in a splendid sight

Which gives me always such delight

Pupil 1: the participant: ……….

"My Motherland, My Kazakhstan” with the poem by Udi Damti

My motherland, she's so beautiful and bright 
She gives me home, a shelter and light. 
And we are proud of her history, 
Full of struggles and victories.

We got this country from God as a gift, 
Not just to take, but mostly to give. 
Our motherland takes care of you and me, 
And only here can we stay forever free.

We are proud to be her loyal kids, 
She brings us up, teaches and leads 
She's our life, she is our best part, 
She's our soul, brain and heart. 

My motherland, you're so beautiful and bright, 
May we be strong to keep your shining light.

Pupil 2: the participant: ………..

“Adieu, Adieu! My Native Shore”

Adieu, adieu! My native shore
Fades o’ver the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native Land-Good Night!
A few short hours, and he will rise
To give the morrow birth;
And I shall hail the main and skies,
But not my mother earth.
Deserted is my own good hall,
Its hearth is desolate;
Wild weeds are gathering on the wall;
My dog howls at the gate.

Pupil 1: the participant: ………

“Night in the Motherland”

The oak tree's tall. The water's running deep.
The restful shadows 'round begin to steal.
And there's such silence up on you to creep
As though the nature here knew no ordeal!
And there's such silence up on you to creep
As though no roof heard any tell of thunder!
No wind along the pond will break its sleep,
No farmyard straw will rustle somewhere under,
Nor often is a drowsy crake's cry sung...
I'm back — the past will not return again!
It's just as well; let this at least remain,
Let this short moment last, at least stay young,
When there's no woe your soul has got to weep,
And it's so restful as the shadows reel,
And there's such silence up on you to creep
As though in life there should be no ordeal,
And your own heart which you will not repent
Of having all drowned in a mystic probe,
Is taken hold of with the bright lament
Like moonlight takes hold of the earthly globe.

Pupil 2: the participant: ……..

“Patriotism” by Sir Walter Scott

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,

Who never to himself has said,

This is my own, my native land!

Whose heart has never within him burnt

As home his footsteps he has turned

From wandering on a foreign strand?

If such there breathe, go, mark him well;

For him no Minstrel raptures swell;

High though his titles, proud his name,

Boundless his wealth a wish can claim;

Despite those titles, power and pelf,

The wretch, concentred all in self,

Living, shall forfeit fair renown,

And, doubly dying, shall go down

To the vile dust from whence he sprung,

Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.

Pupil 1: the participant: ……….

“Winter Wonderland”

Let me tell you about this snowy wonder

The frozen wind is as loud as thunder

The winter air kisses the tips of my nose and cheeks

A cold, white blanket covers the tall mountain peaks

It gets difficult to breathe in the thin, dry air

But I haven’t reached the top, so I don’t care

Frosty mornings smell of sharp, cold ice crystals

And of the soft powder that slowly settles

Others believe it to be a dangerous place to be

But they never take a chance to see the true beauty

If they took the time to get to know this majestic place

They would be able to see her true mountain face

This is my winter wonderland

My one and only true motherland

Pupil 2: Thank you, dear pupils. While our judges choose the winners, let’s see some project works of our students.

Project work – 1

Project work – 2

Pupil 1: Thanks for your taking part in our competition.

Now I want our judges give you diplomas for taking part in our poetry day

Criteria of assessment