A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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Another popular way of celebrating the New Year is to go to a New Year’s dance. Most hotels and dance halls hold a special dance on New Year’s Eve. The hall is decorated, there are several different bands and the atmosphere is very gay.
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“A HAPPY NEW YEAR”
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Коломия 2001 р.
In England the New Year is not as widely or as enthusiastically observed as Christmas. Some people ignore it completely and go to bed as usual on New Years Eve. Many others, however, celebrate it in one way or another.
The most common type of celebration is a New Year party, either a family party or one arranged by a group of young people. This usually begins at about eight oclock and goes on until the early hours of the morning. Sometimes the hosts make a big bowl of punch which consists of wine, spirits, fruit juice and water in varying proportions. There is usually a buffet supper of cold meat, pies, sandwiches, cakes and biscuits.
At midnight the radio is turned on, so that everyone can hear the chimes of Big Ben, and on the hour a toast is drunk to the New Year. Then the party goes on.
Another popular way of celebrating the New Year is to go to a New Years dance. Most hotels and dance halls hold a special dance on New Years Eve. The hall is decorated, there are several different bands and the atmosphere is very gay.
The most famous celebration is in London round the statue of Eros in Piccadilly Circus where crowds gather and sing to welcome the New Year. In Trafalgar Square there is also a big crowd and someone usually falls into the fountain.
Those who have no desire or no opportunity to celebrate the New Year themselves, can sit and watch other people celebrating on television.
January 1st, New Years Day, is not a public holiday, unfortunately for those who like to celebrate most of the night. Some people send New Year cards and give presents, but it is not a widespread custom. This is the traditional time for making New Year resolutions, for example to give up smoking or to get up earlier. However, these are generally more talked about than put into practice.
Characters: Mr. Small, Mrs. Small, Timothy (their son), Susan (their daughter), Grandma, Rocky (the dog).
Setting: Its January 1st. The family are having breakfast.
Timothy: We make our New Year resolutions today. What are you going to do, Susan?
Susan: I want to get up early every day and take Rocky for a walk before school starts. Have you made any resolutions, Timothy?
Timothy: Yes, I want to get up early, too, because Im always late for school. Ill never be late again.
Mr. Small: I can think of a better resolution for you, Tim. Go to the barbers. Your hairs much too long.
Timothy: Oh, youre always talking about my hair.
Mrs. Small: Well, Ive made two resolutions. I want to have violin lessons, and I wont eat any more cakes because Im getting too fat.
Mr. Small: Well, I like cakes! I certainly dont like the violin and I get up early every morning. Can you think of a resolution for me?
Grandma: Yes. Stop smoking that awful pipe.
Mr. Small: But I love my pipe! It helps me to think … . Oh, all right then … . Ill stop smoking it.
Grandma: Youll laugh at me when I tell you my resolution. I want to learn gymnastics. Ive got me first lesson tomorrow.
Timothy, Susan (together): Tomorrow? Gymnastics?!
Rocky: Woof, woof!
Setting: Now its January 2nd. The family are having breakfast but Grandma is not there.
Mr. Small: Wheres Grandma ?
Mrs. Small: Shes upstairs. Shes having her first gymnastics lesson. (Suddenly, there is a terrible CRASH! and a BANG! Timothy and Susan run upstairs.)
Timothy: Grandma, Grandma, whats the matter?
Grandma: Help! Help! Ive broken my arm!
Mrs. Small: Quick, me must telephone the doctor.
Susan: Oh, dear, poor Grandma! I cant take you for a walk now, Rocky. I must stay with Grandma.
Rocky: Woof, woof!
Timothy: And I shall be late for school again.
Mrs. Small: And I cant have my violin lesson.
Mr. Small: Quick, give me my pipe! What an awful day!
Setting: Now its January 3rd. The family are sitting around Grandmas bed.
Mrs. Small: What a pity… . We couldnt keep our resolutions for even one day.
Grandma: Its all my fault. Im sorry. No more gymnastics for me!
Characters: the New Year (a little boy), the Snow Maiden, Children.
(The New Year and the Snow Maiden are knocking at the door. They have many presents in baskets. The New Year has a bell in his hand.)
I am the little New Year, ho, ho!
Here I come jumping over the snow,
Shaking my bells with a merry din,
So open your doors and let me in!
Presents we bring for each and all,
Big folks, little folks, short and tall;
Each one from us a treasure may win,
So open your doors and let me in!
Some shall have silver and some shall have gold,
Some shall have new clothes and some shall have old;
Some shall have brass and some shall have tin,
Some shall have water and some shall
Some shall have water and some shall have milk,
Some shall have satin and some shall have silk!
But each of us a presents may win,
So open your doors and let us in!
Children (opening the door, together): Oh, come in! Glad to meet you!
(The New Year and the Snow Maiden give presents to the children.)
Little snowflakes, come and play,
Ive nothing else to do today.
Yes, well come and oh, what fun,
Well twirl, and dance, and skip, and run.
Come on, snowflakes, come with me,
There are many things to see.
Oh, now the sun is peeping through,
It feels quite warm. What shall we do?
Sun (to Wind):
Blow the snowflakes home again,
Before they melt and turn to rain.
Who-oo! Who-oo! Home you go;
Hurry now, dont be slow.
Come on, sisters, back we go
To where the earth is white with snow,
Good-bye, sun, were glad we came,
We really had a lovely game.
(Adapted from Alice Very)
Bumble-Bee and Birds
Setting: The edge of a cornfield in autumn.
At Rise: Blue-Bird, Robin and Chickadee are fluttering about. Rabbit and Woodchuck are peeping from burrows.
The north wind blows,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
Hell fly to the South
With a song in his mouth
And come back in the springtime again.
Old Willie Woodchuck,
Come out of your hole!
The birds are all flying away.
The frost and the snow.
Are making them go;
Not one of our playmates will stay.
You forgot about me.
Here I am, up in the apple-tree.
Let other birds roam;
Ill stay here at home,
Singing chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee-dee!
And what will you eat?
And where will you go
When here all the branches
Are covered with snow?
Wont you be hungry?
And wont you be cold?
Oh, no, Ill have all
That Im able to hold.
All the things Ive found
In the old apple-tree
Make the kind of food
For a small chickadee.
Squirrel (coming out from behind the tree):
Its easy for things
That have feathers and wings
And can fly far away to the South,
I havent got wings
Or other good things,
So I carry home nuts in my mouth.
Woodchuck (creeping out of the hole):
Old Mother Squirrel,
Dont make such a fuss,
Youre much better off
Than people like us.
Old Willie Woodchuck,
Go back to your hole,
The north wind is blowing,
Im afraid youll catch cold!
All summer I dined
On the best I could find
And ate all
My stomach could hold,
But now, in the autumn,
I can get just nothing.
Just nothing at all, but a cold!
The summer was good,
There was plenty of food.
Now winter is near,
And good things disappear.
All summer I bumbled
From flower to flower,
But what shall I do when
The summer is over?
Big Brother Bumble,
You dont need to grumble,
You wasted the bright summer hours.
For you were so lazy,
You sat on a daisy,
Just smelling the grass and the flowers.
Ha-ha-ha! You sound rather funny!
Do I? I have honey,
Yes, I have a lot of it.
I with I were you.
If you were a bee
Then youd have been working
All summer like me.
Whos working all summer?
Its Bee, the old hummer.
Youd never get me
To work like a bee.
I heard that you could
Chuck wood if you would.
I would if I could
Chuck wood if you would.
I would if I could,
But wood is no good.
Oh, dear, its true!
It makes me blue
To think of what were coming to!
Field-Mouse (peeping out from a corn shock):
Dont you care!
Theres enough and some to spare.
What was that?
A little mouse.
Where are you?
In my winter house.
Under the corn shock,
Nice and warm,
I have a room all full of corn.
I dont think its true,
A little thing like you
Couldnt get all that corn
And a little house, too!
Well, then, just to show you
Ive plenty to eat,
Ill bring you some corn
And also some wheat.
Let everyone bring
For the others some food,
And we shall have dinner,
And it will be good.
ТHE SNOW MAIDEN
(A Russian Fairy-Tale)
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They lived together very happily, and their only sorrow was that they had no children.
Then came the winter with its frosts and snow. Many children played in the street. The old man and woman sat at home, looking out of the window, thinking of their sorrow. The old man said to the old woman, “Lets make a daughter out of the snow”, “Lets said the old woman”.
And they went into the garden and began to make a daughter out of the snow. They rolled a big snowball, made arms and legs and at last a snow head. Then the old man made a little nose and mouth and then a chin. Suddenly the Snow Maidens lips turned red and her eyes opened. She looked at the old people, smiling. Then she nodded her head and began to move her hands and feet. She looked like a real little girl.
“We always wanted a little girl like you”, said the old woman.
“I always wanted to have a mother and father”, said the Snow Maiden.
The old people were happy and took the girl into their cottage. They admired their daughter every day. She was gentle and polite with everybody. She did the housework very well and quickly.
Winter passed and the spring sun began to warm the ground. The Snow Maiden grew sad. “What is the matter with you, Daughter?” the old people asked her. “Why are you so sad? Are you not well?”
“No, Father, no, Mother, I feel all right.”
The last snow melted, the flowers blossomed in the fields, and the birds came home.
But the Snow Maiden grow sadder and sadder day by day, and more and more silent. She tried to find the cool shade or a cool place. After the spring came the summer, and the girls went for a walk in the woods. They asked the Snow Maiden to go with them: ”Come with us, Snow Maiden, come and walk in the woods and sing and dance”.
The Snow Maiden did not want to go, but her mother said, “Go, Daughter, and enjoy yourself with your friends”.
The girls went to the woods with the Snow Maiden and picked flowers, made them into garlands, sang and danced in a ring. But the Snow Maiden was not gay. The girls collected wood and made a bonfire and took turns to run and jump over the fire. The Snow Maiden was last. When her turn came, she ran and as she jumped over the fire, she melted into a little white cloud. The cloud flew up and vanished in the sky.
All her friends looked around but there was no Snow Maiden. They called and called the girl, but all they heard was an echo.
THE LITTLE FIR-TREE
Several trees were growing together in a little garden: a big oak-tree, a tall pine, a birch, an apple-tree a little fir-tree.
One summer day the trees began to talk about themselves.
“I am very strong,” said the oak. “And I am very useful. People use me to make tables and chairs.”
“I am the tallest of you”, said the pine-tree.
“And people use me to make masts for ships.”
“But I am prettier than you,” said the birch.
“I am the prettiest of all the trees. My dress is white, and I have a green hat. I am very useful, too. People use me for fire-wood.”
“You are very pretty, but you have no apples,” said the apple-tree. “In spring I am covered with beautiful white and pink blossoms, and in autumn I give people sweet red apples. I am the most beautiful and the most useful.”
The little fir-tree did not say a word. It was not strong like the oak. It was not tall like the pine. It was not pretty like the birch, and it had no sweet apples like the apple-tree.
Summer, the hottest season, was over. After summer came autumn. All the trees turned yellow, red and brown.
Only the pine-tree and the fir-tree were still green. Then a strong wind began to blow, and the leaves began to fall. When winter came, the trees had no leaves, but the fir-tree was still green.
One cold a lot of people came to the garden. “What a pretty fir-tree,” they said. “Let us take it for the school party.”
They look the fir-tree to the school. Then the school children came and decorated it. They put a red star on the top and hung flags, toys and apples on the branches. “How beautiful our fir-tree is!” they said. And the fir-tree was happy.
Snow-man, snow-man, so white,
What do you do alone at night?
Dont you wish you could run and play
Just as I do during the day?
All day you stand so still
There in the field beside the hill.
With cinder eyes and smiling face,
Arent you tired of the same place?
Merry little snowflakes
Dancing through the street,
Flying in our face,
Falling at our feet.
Joyous little snowflakes,
Winters wild, white bees
Covering all the flowers,
Dusting all the trees.
Come, children, gather round my knee,
Something is about to be.
Tonights December thirty-first,
Something is about to burst.
Hark, its midnight, children dear
Duck. Here comes another year!
New things to learn,
A new friend to meet,
A new song to sing,
New joys to greet.
New things to see,
New things to hear
New things to do
It this glad New Year.