TEACHER- Y. A. SHAVRINA

Our results: 1.Quizzes 2.Interesting tasks 3.Reports about favourite writers and books 4.Posters 5.Book covers 6.Reading poems, translating poems 7.Reciting poems 8.Posters- “literature in my life’ 9.Creating own stories

LITERATURE QUIZES

Interesting tasks

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7, 10 grades Favourite books and writers

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same: If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! If 7,10 grades

SONNET 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. SONNET 91 Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body's force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill; Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, Wherein it finds a joy above the rest: But these particulars are not my measure; All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, Of more delight than hawks or horses be; And having thee, of all men's pride I boast: Wretched in this alone, that thou may'st take All this away, and me most wretched make. SONNET 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. William Shakespea re

How soon do the streams softly flow? When do the first flowers gently blow? Where do the strong winds suddenly go? Why do the plants slowly grow? I don’t know. But the wind is blowing lightly. The sun is shining brightly. High up in the tree A bird sings merrily. And the streams will flow, Flowers will blow Winds will go, Grasses will grow, even if I don’t know 5 a grade A Bad Day I overslept and missed my train Slipped on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, Sprang my ankle, skinned my knees, Broke my glasses, lost my keys. Got stuck in the elevator, it wouldn’t go, Kicked it twice and stubbed my toe, Bought a pen, it didn’t write, Took it back and had a fight. Went home angry, locked the door, Crawled into bed, couldn’t take any more.

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