You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shalllift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Find the conditionals (eg. If I were a boy …, I’d roll out of bed…)
Watch it once again
Think what you’d done if you were a boy or a girl
If I Were A Boy
Beyounce
If I were a boy
even just for a day
I’d roll out of bed in the morning
and throw on what I wanted and go
Drink beer with the guys
and chase after girls
I’d kick it with who I wanted
and I’d never get confronted for it
cause they stick up for me
If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I’d be a better man
I’d listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause he’s taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
If I were a boy
I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone it’s broken
so they’d think that I was sleeping alone
I’d put myself first
and make the rules as I go
Cause I know that she’ll be faithful,
waiting for me to come home, to come home.
If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I’d be a better man
I’d listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause he’s taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
It’s a little too late for you to come back
Say it’s just a mistake,
think i’d forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
you thought wrong
But you’re just a boy
You don’t understand
and you don’t understand, ohhhh
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you wish you were a better man
You don’t listen to her
You don’t care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
Cause you’re taking her for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
http://www.alexasigno.co.uk/ – британский блог с огромным количеством интересных статей о странах и городах по всему миру
http://everything-everywhere.com/ – журнал путешественника вокруг света и блоггера содержит не только статьи и фотографии, но и аудиоподкасты на английском.
Ресурсы, на которых можно не только почитать, послушать и посмотреть рассказы о путешествиях, но и создать свой собственный туристический блог
My favourite sayings on travelling. Do they make you think and dream?
Remember what Bilbo used to say: It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to. J.R.R.Tolkien
The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see. G.K.Chesterton
The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are. Samuel Johnson
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it. John Steinbeck
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. Mark Twain
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. Martin Buber
I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them. Mark Twain
Not all those who wander are lost. J. R. R. Tolkien
Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe… Anatole France
The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it. Rudyard Kipling
And a famous poem by Robert Frost -watch a handsome actor reading it in excellent English.
Robert Frost The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Рассказывая о своих путешествиях, чаще всего мы применяем времена Past Simple и Past Perfect.
Основной трудностью, с которой зачастую бывает нелегко справиться, в формах прошедшего времени являются неправильные глаголы.
Все неправильные глаголы можно разделить на 9 основных групп, которые облегчают запоминание.
Кроме того, внутри групп многие формы рифмуются. Для запоминания можно попробовать придумать небольшие стихотворения для каждой группы или подгруппы. Придумайте их сами, и неправильные глаголы запомнятся быстрее – и навсегда
I didn’t think I’d really like living in a mega city…but Moscow, you have charmed me. You’re already in possession of a great advantage through just being Russian, and since I love Russia and Russians, I’m predisposed to love you, since you are so deeply associated with those things. But then you found a weak spot in my armor…you have parks…not just parks, but woods, lovely woods with long, rambly walks and poetic birch trees and yellow leaves (be still, my heart), parks with babushkas perched beside ponds where people fish and paddle about in rowboats, with the smell of shashlik wafting through the fresh, cool autumn air.
And the Metro. I like the Metro! Is that weird? My Russian friends would probably say «да.» But I can’t help it. Not only is it fast, efficient, and the best way to travel around the city, and not only does it give me a sense of gleeful accomplishment to navigate it successfully (thanks to Father), but it’s a mass of humanity constantly in semi-silent motion, and for a people-loving people-watcher, it’s a feast. I’ve seen so many faces on the Metro that made my fingers itch for a sketchpad and a charcoal stick, faces that give me the ludicrous desire to sidestep cultural taboos and do the unthinkable – carry on a conversation with a stranger in a public venue. And SMILE while doing it!
Yes, I like Moscow. Мне нравится здесь.
my memory verse today: «When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise» (Proverbs 10:19).
and some travel humor:
So, when packing for Russia, I was on a one-track system – think cold. Logical, yes? Sort of. It’s not very cold yet. And the heat is already on in most buildings. And it’s HOT in here! Church today was super-hot! Oh man. I wore a sweater with a skirt, under which were my merino wool -33 leggings…ug! I was roasting. I noticed that my clever Russian friends wore pantyhose instead of thick wool leggings, but of course, this inexperienced American had only brought, you guessed it, merino wool. Which will be great for being outside in the minus 33 temps, but terrible for a small, crowded, heated room. Woof. So, on the way back from lunch, I stopped by a nearby little market and bought me some hose. Glory to God! I’m ready for next Sunday.
During the following week our topic is going to be travelling.
You are welcome with your travelling stories, photos and everything you have in your mind about trips. In English, of course!
P.S. Друзья, прошу вас обратить внимание на то, что с 10.10.10 (ну не оставлять же без внимания волшебную дату! ) на сайте меняются правила. Новые правила уже сейчас можно найти все там же, на странице «Правила». Надеюсь, все меняется к лучшему.
Важной ступенью в самостоятельном изучении языка является формирование языковой привычки. Еще раз возвращаюсь к тому, что изучение языка – процесс не одноразовый, язык невозможно однократно выучить и остановиться. Давайте попробуем найти такую деятельность, которая не будет отнимать много времени и сил, и которую можно будет выполнять каждый день.
1. У каждого из нас есть множество привычных действий, которые мы совершаем каждый день. Среди этих действий нам нужно отыскать такое, в котором мы выполняем только механическую работу, не подключая мозг. Например, путь на работу и с работы на маршрутке. Либо нужно выбрать рутину, привычное действие, которое не вызывает у нас негатива. К примеру, завтрак или обед.
2. Вторым этапом будет поиск такой языковой деятельности, которую можно будет связать с нашим привычным действием. Например, в пути на работу можно слушать аудиокнигу или читать книгу на КПК, разгадывать кроссворды на английском. За завтраком можно смотреть Euronews, за обедом – смотреть любимый сериал на английском.
Каждый день можно:
- читать новостную ленту по-английски
- найти друга, с которым ежедневно обмениваться сообщениями на английском вконтакте
- каждый день заходить на younglish.ru, читать и выполнять упражнения
- найти приятный блог на английском и читать по посту в день
- каждый день разбирать 1-2 слова наугад из словаря
- подписаться на хорошую рассылку и каждый день получать порцию информации на языке
А что можете предложить вы?
Это может быть деятельность, которая не будет приносить видимых результатов. Наша цель – выработать привычку общения с языком.
Контрольный журнал, хоть название и звучит по-школьному ужасно, – исключительно полезная вещь. И полезна она в первую очередь не тем, что с его помощью можно себя контролировать, поощрять и наказывать. Контрольный журнал больше всего хорош тем, что с его помощью можно не занимать свою голову вещами, которые можно записать.
Удержание в памяти большого количества информации с повелительными маркерами, такими как «надо» и «сделай», является поглотителем энергии, которого мы чаще всего не замечаем.
К примеру, у вас есть две недели отпуска, за которые вам нужно сделать два важных дела на 4 часа каждое. Вы решаете, что сделаете эти дела тогда, когда у вас будет подходящее время. Вам кажется, что этого времени много. Но, в итоге, 13 из 14ти дней вы напряжены и никак не можете спокойно отдохнуть, а все дела делаете в последний день в тяжелом настроении.
Гораздо проще эта ситуация воспринимается, если у вас на стене висит календарик, в котором отмечено, что в пятницу в два вы делаете это, а в следующую среду – то.
Контрольный журнал может быть либо бумажным – в тетради или в блокноте, – либо электронным. Вариант электронного журнала в виде таблицы Excel можно скачать здесь:
I think Lera will kill me, cause there’s no one day when i do not talk about my honey bunny rabbits, but i’m really mad of them, so: i’d like to introduce these two guys to you. Dasha and Dali.
For thouse who have found Harry Potter Quiz too easy – I mean, for those, who are really keen on the characters and the books – I’ve prepared a new task.
Who is who in Hogwarts?
1. He is tall and thin, with long silver hair that looks long enough to tuck into his belt and a long beard.
2. She has bushy brown hair, brown eyes, and large front teeth.
3. He is twice as tall as a common man and nearly five times as wide.
4. He is a tall boy with a pale, pointed face, sleek white-blond hair, and cold grey eyes.
5. He has his father’s perpetually untidy black hair, his mother’s bright green eyes, and a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
6. He has shoulder-length, greasy black hair which frames his face, and cold, black eyes. He wears black, flowing robes.