Mother's Day Project

It's dedicated to all Mothers of the world.

Всем мамам посвящается.....

Данный проект подготовлен учениками 7-9 классов. Так как в УМК по английскому языку практически отсутствует информация об этом празднике,то появилась

Цель: Создать подбор материала на тему "Mother's Day"для уроков английского языка.

Ученики, разделившись на группы, занимались поиском информации.

Ребят интересовал вопрос появления данного праздника в России. Соответственно они искали материал и об истории возникновения данного праздника в Америке и Британии.

Затем им стали интересны видеоролики об отношении детей к мамам, которые пригодились бы для просмотра на уроках английского языка. А также ребята захотели проанализировать и посмотреть как относятся дети к своим мамам во всем мире.

Третья группа искала стихи и песни, которые можно разучивать на уроках английского языка.

Вот что у нас получилось.

 “Mother’s Day in Great Britain”. 

In  many places around the world people celebrate mothers’day on various days because the day has number of different origins.

In Britain there is also a holiday which people call Mother's Day.
In the old days many girls from poor families in the country worked in rich houses. They did all the house work and their working day was usually very long. They often worked on Sundays, too. Once a year, it was usually a Sunday in March, they could visit their mothers. They went home on that day and brought presents for their mothers and for other members of their families. They could stay at home only one day and then they went back to their work. People called that day Mothering Day or Mothering Sunday.
Later workers at the factories and girls who worked in the houses of rich families received one free day a week, and Mothering Day became Mother's Day.
On that day sons and daughters visit their mothers and bring them flowers and presents. The eldest son must bring his mother a good cake. If sons or daughters cannot be with their mother on that day, they usually send her presents. Mother's Day must be a day of rest for the mother of the family, so her daughters cook the dinner on that day and the sons help to wash the dishes.
Now Mother's Day in Britain is the second Sunday in May. In the United States and Canada Mother's Day is also the second Sunday in May.  

This information was founded here: http://projectbritain.com/easter/mothers.htm

Mothering Sunday in the UK is the equivalent of Mothers' Day in other countries.

Mothering Sunday is a time when children pay respect to their Mothers. Children often give their Mothers a gift and a card.

                                         Mothering Sunday church service

Many churches give the children in the congregation a little bunch of spring flowers to give to their Mothers as a thank you for all their care and love throughout the year.

Mothering Sunday (Mother's Day) is always the fourth Sunday of Lent.

18 March 2012	6 March 2016
10 March 2013	26 March 2017
30 March 2014	11 March 2018
15 March 2015	31 March 2019

Mothering Sunday is not a fixed day because it is always the middle Sunday in Lent (which lasts from Ash Wednesday to the day before Easter Sunday). This means that Mother's Day in the UK will fall on different dates each year and sometimes even fall in different months.

Mothering Sunday has been celebrated in the UK on the fourth Sunday in Lent since at least the 16th century. 

In the United States, there was no Mother’s Day before 1908. Going back before this date there were some small movements which were begun to try to establish one, but the day never materialized. Instead, the idea was postponed until 1908 when one woman named Anna Jarvis started the first Mother’s Day celebration in West Virginia.

On the second Sunday in May, American families celebrate Mother’s Day.
This is the time to respect the motherhood and to appreciate all the efforts and honor the lovely lady in our life The Mother. In USA mother’s day is consider very important and this day is celebrated with great enthusiasm ny all and this day is specially spend with the Mother. People celebrate this day by giving gifts,cards ,flowers, or by spending time together with mother or by doing something that their mother would love.

In USA the second Sunday of the month May is celebrated as Mother’s Day. This is the time to respect the motherhood and to appreciate all the efforts and honor the lovely lady in our life The Mother. In USA mother’s day is consider very important and this day is celebrated with great enthusiasm ny all and this day is specially spend with the Mother. People celebrate this day by giving gifts,cards ,flowers, or by spending time together with mother or by doing something that their mother would love. - See more at: http://happymothersdayquotesgifts.com/2015/when-is-mothers-day-in-usa-mothers-day-celebrationin-usa-history-of-mothers-day-in-usa.html#sthash.CbT3JkKi.dpuf

In USA the second Sunday of the month May is celebrated as Mother’s Day. This is the time to respect the motherhood and to appreciate all the efforts and honor the lovely lady in our life The Mother. In USA mother’s day is consider very important and this day is celebrated with great enthusiasm ny all and this day is specially spend with the Mother. People celebrate this day by giving gifts,cards ,flowers, or by spending time together with mother or by doing something that their mother would love. - See more at: http://happymothersdayquotesgifts.com/2015/when-is-mothers-day-in-usa-mothers-day-celebrationin-usa-history-of-mothers-day-in-usa.html#sthash.CbT3JkKi.dpuf

In USA the second Sunday of the month May is celebrated as Mother’s Day. This is the time to respect the motherhood and to appreciate all the efforts and honor the lovely lady in our life The Mother. In USA mother’s day is consider very important and this day is celebrated with great enthusiasm ny all and this day is specially spend with the Mother. People celebrate this day by giving gifts,cards ,flowers, or by spending time together with mother or by doing something that their mother would love. - See more at: http://happymothersdayquotesgifts.com/2015/when-is-mothers-day-in-usa-mothers-day-celebrationin-usa-history-of-mothers-day-in-usa.html#sthash.CbT3JkKi.dpuf

In Russia, Mother’s Day is celebrated on the last Sunday of November, unlike most countries round the world.It was Russian President Boris Yeltsin who officially declared last the Sunday of every November as Mother’s Day. The day holds a lot of importance as it comes as a great opportunity for children to express their intense love and care towards their mother.

The second Sunday of  May	Mother's Day is celebrated in the USA
Anna Jarvis	the famous name associated with Mother's Day
England	the first country to recognize Mother's Day
Russia	holidays for  mothers The 8th 0f March and Mother’s Day
Mothering Sunday	The day the household servants returned to be with their mothers
Mother's Day became an official holiday	1915
the favorite flower of Mrs. Jarvis	White Carnation
the official flower for Mother's Day	Red Carnation

Video about the  history of Mother's day

We should be thankful for such a gift as our mothers. But do we always understand them?

 Do we help them when they ask us? The following stories will make you think about your behaviour and attitude to your mother.

1.

One day the mother asked her daughter to help her around the house. But the daughter didn't obey and went with  her friends to walk. In the evening, the daughter came home and saw that the house shines with purity. The Daughter asked her mom: "You're not angry with me?" Mom looked at her daughter and said, "I'm not offended, because I really love".

For the other time, mom asked the daughter to go to the store for bread, but the daughter staring the computer, said sharply to her mother: "Leave me alone! I'm busy. I don't have time". Mom sighed a little and she went to the store for bread. It's time for lunch. The Daughter was eating with good appetite nourishing soup with fragrant warm bread. After finishing a delicious lunch, she looked up at her mother. She became uncomfortable. "Mom, you're not mad at me?" -  said daughter looking away. Mom said quietly: "I'm not mad because I love you very much".

A week has passed. The daughter was going to the movies with her friends. Mom asked her to stay at  home because she felt bad.. The daughter, wearing a coat, said, "Mom, this is a very interesting film. I can't miss it". When she returned home, the daughter saw that mom wasn’t  in. The house was cold and uncomfortable.

Suddenly the phone rang. The daughter picked up the phone and heard unfamiliar voice: "Girl, your mother is in the hospital..." The Daughter ran out of the stairwell and hurried to the hospital. Having flown into the room she saw a pale, tired face of her mother. The daughter became sad and very ashamed. She came to her mother, hugged her affectionately and said, "Mother, darling! Forgive me for didn’t paying attention to you. I am very ashamed of my actions. I never, hear, never  will do that!"

Mom smiled through her tears, which had been on the cheeks, whispered: "Darling, I'm not mad, because I really love you!" The daughter clung to their mother's breast, and thought: "What a big heart has my mom ".

 

 2.

"Is this the long way?" asked the young mother as she set her foot on the path of life. And the Guide said:

"Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

The young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike, and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the young mother cried,

"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms. The children said,

"Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children,

"A little patience and we are there."

So the children climbed and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said,

"Mother, we could not have done it without you."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years. The mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said:

"This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And Mother said,

"I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them." And the children said,

"You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said,

"We cannot see her, but she is with us still." A mother is more than a memory. She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day.

She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.

A mother shows through in every emotion - happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow - and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space - not even death! 

Притча про Маму

   Каждый из нас – будь ты чёрный иль белый,
   С жёлтым лицом, или ты – загорелый,
   Каждый из нас появился на свет
   С помощью мамы. Иного тут нет…
   
   Мать молодая на путь материнства
   Робко вступила. И в братство, единство
   Всех матерей с малышом на руках
   Сделала медленно первый свой шаг.
   
   Глядя на сына, спросила у неба:
   «Счастье надолго дано мне, поведай?!»
   Ангел ответил ей: «Ты молода!
   Путь твой далёк, ты потратишь года,
   
   Чтобы пройти его вместе с сынами.
   Счастье постигнешь, прольешься слезами.
   Знай лишь одно, что конец у пути
   Будет тем лучшим, что сможешь найти!»
   
   «Разве есть лучше, чем запах головки,
   Первое слово и первый, неловкий
   Шаг малыша?» - вопрошала она.
   Ангел ответил: «Узнаешь сама».
   
   Путь продолжала она непрестанно,
   Но, к удивлению, совсем не устала.
   В игры играла, купалась в реке,
   Дети резвились, идя налегке.
   
   Солнце светило, и Мать восхищалась:
   «Время прекрасно! Ведь нам улыбались
   Звери в лесу и цветы у окна,
   Птиц щебетание слышим с утра!»
   
   Ну, а когда солнце село за море,
   Ночь началась. Тут же ветер завоет,
   Буря придёт и дорога темна.
   Дети заплачут – им Мать не видна.
   
   Тихо она обняла их, прижала,
   Платом укрыла и ночь продержала.
   Дети сказали: «Коль рядом ты, здесь,
   Мы не боимся ничто и нигде!»
   
   А поутру, только ночь отступила,
   Голос раздался их Матери милой:
   «Дети, вставайте, нам дальше идти!
   Горы преградой стоят на пути».
   
   Стали они потихоньку взбираться.
   Горы крутые, им стало казаться,
   Что не дойдут, что сорвутся они.
   Маму просили тогда: «Помоги!»
   
   Мать помогала им так, как умела.
   Надо - так словом, а надо - так делом.
   «Мы победим!» - говорила она,
   Верой своей, зажигаясь сама.
   
   Дети кричали ей с самой вершины:
   «Мама, ты слышишь, мы знаем отныне,
   Что без тебя не стояли б мы здесь!
   Мама, спасибо, что ты у нас есть!»
   
   Ну, а она посмотрела на небо:
   «Этот день лучший, такой ещё не был.
   Трудность моих не сломила сынов,
   Каждый теперь к испытаниям готов!»
   
   А поутру небо скрылось за тучей –
   Ненависть, зло шли толпой неминучей.
   Маму глазами искали сыны,
   Чтоб показала им выход из тьмы.
   
   «К Свету глаза поднимите, взгляните –
   Вечная Слава Вселенной в зените!
   Это есть Бог. Он спасёт вас всегда
   И не оставить одних никогда!»
   
   Этой же ночью она прошептала:
   «Детям дала я сегодня немало.
   Лучший был день, что в пути провела –
   Детям я Бога понять помогла».

3.
                                                An inspiring motivational story
A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.”
The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.”
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, “Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.”
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove thetwohundred miles to his mother’s house. 

4.    This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the China Earthquake.

After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.
With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement, “A child! There is a child! “
The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.
The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text written on the screen. It said,”

If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.”

Such is the mother’s love for her child!!

Video about mothers' LOVE

Songs and poems about mothers 

The day before his birthday                                                   

the baby said to God:
– I don’t know wherefore I’m going to this world…
How will I live there? 
I am so small and helpless…
God answered: “I’ll give you an angel…
who will be waiting for you 
and take care of you.
– But what shall I do on Earth?
Here I am smiling and laughing,
It’s all I need for my happiness.
Your angel will smile for you.
You will feel his love.                                                                                         
and you will be happy .
– But how will I understand him?
I don’t know the language 
he’s speaking
– Your angel will teach you 
his language
– He will jealously watch over you 
and sain you
– When should I come back to you, God?
– Your angel will tell you everything.
– What’s the name of my angel?
– His name is not an important thing.
– He will have a lot of different names
– But you will call  him

MOTHER

 **************

A wonderful mother
God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks, fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me

Pat O'Reilly

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Mother you filled my days with rainbow lights, 
Fairytales and sweet dream nights,
A kiss to wipe away my tears,
Gingerbread to ease my fears.
You gave the gift of life to me,
And then in love, you set me free.
I thank you for your tender care,
For deep warm hugs and being there.
I hope that when you think of me,
A part of you, you’ll always see.
What are the songs the mother sings?
Of birds and flowers and pretty things;
Baby lies in her arms and spies
All his world in the mother’s eyes.
What are the tales the mother tells?
Of gems and jewels and silver bells;
Baby lies in her arms and spies
All his wealth in the mother’s eyes.
What are the thoughts in the mother’s mind?
Of the gentle Savior, loving and kind;
Baby lies in her arms and spies
All his heaven in the mother’s eyes.

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Every Baby Needs A Mama, Needs A
Papa
Close At Hand
Every Baby Needs A Mama, Needs A
Papa
To Hold Their Hand

I Look In The Eyes
Of A Beautiful Child
They Tell Me More Than Words
He Reaches His Hand
And Cries For Something
Oh I'll Give Him All I Have

Every Baby Needs...

Birdies On The Window
See The Birdies On My Window
If I Could Fly Ooh Babe
Then I Would Fly Ooh Ooh
Believe In Me Yeah

I'm Holding His Hand
And Giving My Love
Through Happiness And Sorrow
And In No Time
He'll Be A Big Boy
Oh What A Wonder Of Love
Every Baby Needs A Mama...
Close At Hand
Oh  Little Baby You're Not Alone

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When I was but a baby,
Long before I learned to walk,
While lying in my cradle,
I would try my best to talk.
It wasn't long before I spoke,
And all the neighbors heard.
My folks were very proud of me
For "mother" was the word.
Although I'll never lay a claim to fame,
I'm satisfied to sing her lovely name:
"M" is for the million things she gave me.
"0" means only that she's growing old.
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me.
"H" is for her heart of purest gold.
"E" is for her eyes, with love lights shining.
"R" means right, and right she'll always be.
Put them all together; they spell "mother,"
A word that means the world to me.
"M" is for the mercy she possesses.
"0" means that I owe her all I own.
"T" is for her tender sweet caresses.
"H" is for her hands that made a home.
"E" means everything she's done to help me.
"R" means real and regular, you see.
Put them all together; they spell "mother",
A word that means the world to me.

Theodore Morse and Horward Johnson
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Mommy and Me

Words and lyrics by Patty Shukla

Mommy and me
Mommy and me
Mommy makes me happy
On Mother's day, let's celebrate!
Things that make my Mommy great!

She helps me learn my ABCs
She reads my favorite books to me
The way she tucks me in just right
The way she kisses me goodnight

Mommy and me
Mommy and me
Mommy makes me happy
On Mother's day, let's celebrate!
Things that make my Mommy great!

She gives me hugs and makes me smile
She'll even carries me awhile
And if I need some loving care
My Mommy’s always there!!!

Mommy and me
Mommy and me
Mommy makes me happy
On Mother's day, let's celebrate!
Things that make my Mommy great!

I may not say it all the time
But Mommy, I'm so glad you're mine.
It is the little things that you do
I just want to say, "I Love you!"

Mommy and me
Mommy and me
Mommy makes me happy
On Mother's day, let's celebrate!
Things that make my Mommy great!

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Друзья! Заранее прошу прощенья,

Быть может и не время это вспоминать,

А я вот вспомнил, вспомнил все мгновенно:

Деревню нашу, дом, отца и мать.

Отец и мать мне часто говорили:

’’Сыночек, милый, к Богу обратись!’’

И ежедневно обо мне молились,

Но я любил совсем другую жизнь.

Вино, друзья и сотни развлечений

Мне ослепили сердце и глаза.

И, ослепленный, с диким наслажденьем

Смотрел я в рюмку, а не в небеса.

Молитвы для меня страшнее яда были,

О боге я и слышать не хотел.

Летели дни… жил в грязи и в пыли…

И думал я, что это мой удел.

Мне не забыть, наверное, навеки

Тот страшный день – отец мой умирал…

Из материнских глаз слез вытекали реки,

А я стоял хмельной и, хохотал:

’’Ну, где же Бог твой? Что ж ОН не спасает?

Он Исцелитель, что ж ты не встаешь?!

Без Бога люди тоже умирают,

И ты, отец, как все, в земле сгниешь’’.

Он улыбнулся и сказал сердечно:

’’Я жив еще, а ты, сынок, мертвец,

Но знай, что мертвым ты не будешь вечно,

И вскоре воскресит тебя Творец’’.

Отца похоронили…Мать молилась,

Втройне молилась о душе моей.

Потоки слез, что за меня пролились,

Я буду помнить до скончанья дней.

Ну, а тогда я думал по – другому…

Была противней мать мне с каждым днем.

И вот однажды я ушел из дома,

Глубокой ночью, словно вор, тайком.

Теперь кричал я: «Вот она свобода!

Теперь я волен в мыслях и делах».

Не знал тогда я то, что жизнь – болото:

Ступил на кочку и увяз в грехах.

И жизнь меня как щепку закрутила

В водовороте суеты и зла.

Вначале хорошо кружиться было,

Но вскоре заболела голова.

И вскоре стал ужасной, страшной мукой

Мне каждый круг и каждый оборот.

Я волю напрягал, ум и до боли руки,

Но жизнь – водоворот, водоворот…

«Друзья»! О, Лживое, обманчивое слово,

Водоворота самый первый круг.

О, если б жизнь могла начаться снова,

Со мною б был Единственный и самый лучший Друг!

Круг развлечений, в золото одетый,

Меня своим сияньем ослепил.

Я был слепцом, не видел рядом света,

И в страшном мраке по теченью плыл.

Вино – источник зла и тысячи лишений…

«Приятный круг» – о сколько он сгубил!

Но есть источник жизни и спасенья,

Не пил я из него, я из бутылки пил.

Но кто же мог спасти меня от смерти,

От тех кругов, влекущих так на дно?

Не человек, не человек, поверте!

Ответьте, кто же? Ну, ответьте, кто?!

Метался я, не находя ответа.

И вот однажды летом в сильный дождь.

На улице я друга детства встретил.

Увидев земляка, почувствовал я дрожь.

Предстал передо мною милый образ:

Глаза печальные и мокрые всегда.

Забилось сердце, задрожал мой голос,

А вырвались бездушные слова:

«Ну, как там мать, меня хоть вспоминает?

Наверное, давно уж прокляла?

Хотел заехать все, да время не хватает,

Сам понимаешь, то работа, то дела».

«Дела, работа… Помолчал бы лучше!

Твои дела не трудно угадать!

Я расскажу, но только сердцем слушай

Про то, как ’’позабыла’’ тебя мать.

Когда сбежал ты, мать твоя от горя

Вся поседела, ведь тобой жила!

И каждый день, в любую непогоду,

Шла на распутье и тебя ждала.

И, простирая руки свои к Богу,

Молясь во имя пролитой Крови,

Она стояла, влитая в дорогу,

Столпом надежды, веры и любви.

Ну, а когда стоять была не в силах,

Когда в постель она слегла,

Кровать к окну подвинуть попросила,

Смотрела на дорогу и ждала…»

Его слова смертельным порывом

С души сорвали равнодушье враз.

Я задрожал и прошептал пугливо:

«Скажи, что с ней? Она жива сейчас?»

«Сейчас не знаю, уезжал – дышала…

В ее бреду услышал я слова:

«Сыночек, милый, ты пришел? Я знала!…»

А ты, работа, говоришь, дела».

Я побежал, подстегнутый, как плетью,

Одним желаньем жгучим, как огнем,

Увидеть мать, не опоздать, успеть бы

Упасть пред ней, раскаяться, во всем.

Вокзал и поезд… И одно лишь слово

В висках стучало молота сильней.

Хотел не думать, но напрасно. Снова

Я слышал лишь одно, «Скорей, скорей!»

Вот поезд встал. Я вышел. От волненья

Меня трясло, и что-то жгло в груди.

Я в ночь шагнул дрожащей, страшной тенью

От пламеня, горящего в груди.

…Знакомая дорога и деревья,

И только незнакомый сердца стук…

Вот кладбище, за кладбищем – деревня.

Могилы… И отца я вспомнил вдруг.

И ноги как-то сами повернули…

И в тишине, зашелестев листвой,

Меня к его могиле потянули

Заросшей и заброшенной тропой.

Я шел, до боли напрягая зренье:

Знакомая березка – значит здесь…

Впервые в жизни встал я на колени,

Обжег щеку холодный, мокрый крест:

«Отец, прости безумную ошибку!

Ты прав! Ты жив, я слышу шепот.

Стоишь ты предо мной, твоя улыбка…

А я – зловонный, сгнивший, мерзкий труп.

Но я заботой и любовью к маме

Сотру все прошлое, клянусь тебе!

А ты, мой папа, будешь в сердце с нами…

А если?… Если мать уже в земле?!»

И сердце снова бешено забилось.

Я огляделся… Тьма, ни зги кругом,

И вдруг – Луна… Окрестность осветилась,

И я увидел рядом свежий холм.

Да, лишь луна и звезды только знают,

Как я со стоном на могилу пал,

И мамин холмик обнимал, рыдая,

И землю по-сыновьи целовал:

«Ты слышишь, мамочка? Прости, родная!

Не надо, не молчи, открой уста!

Давай молиться вместе, дорогая,

Встань, мама, слышишь, умоляю, встань!»

Но холм молчал, дыша могильным тленьем.

Кругом – ни звука, словно мир уснул.

И вдруг я понял. Кто мне даст прощенье,

И с воплем к небу руки протянул!

И эта ночь последней стала ночью

В моей безбожной жизненной ночи,

Она открыла мне слепые очи,

И я увидел НОВЫЙ – Божий мир.

Когда я вижу пред собой картину:

Заплаканную, сгорбленную мать,

А рядом – гордого, напыщенного сына,

От всей души мне хочется сказать:

! Вы, матери, имеющие сына,

Прострите ваши руки к небесам

И верьте, что молитвы ваши в силах

Творить и после смерти чудеса!…

Вы, сыновья, забывшие о Боге,

Взгляните на молящуюся мать.

И встаньте рядом, чтоб в своей дороге,

Вам эти слезы не пришлось пожать!»

                                                                Николай Шалатовский
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       ПИСЬМО К МАТЕРИ

Ты жива еще, моя старушка?

Жив и я. Привет тебе, привет!

Пусть струится над твоей избушкой

Тот вечерний несказанный свет.

 Пишут мне, что ты, тая тревогу,

Загрустила шибко обо мне,

Что ты часто ходишь на дорогу

В старомодном ветхом шушуне.

И тебе в вечернем синем мраке

Часто видится одно и то ж:

Будто кто-то мне в кабацкой драке

Саданул под сердце финский нож.

Ничего, родная!  Успокойся.

Это только тягостная бредь.

Не такой уж горький я пропойца,

Чтоб, тебя не видя, умереть.

Я по-прежнему такой же нежный

И мечтаю только лишь о том,

Чтоб скорее от тоски мятежной

Воротиться в низенький наш дом.

Я вернусь, когда раскинет ветви

По-весеннему наш белый сад.

Только ты меня уж на рассвете

Не буди, как восемь лет назад.

Не буди того, что отмечталось,

Не волнуй того, что не сбылось, -

Слишком раннюю утрату и усталость

Испытать мне в жизни привелось.

И молиться не учи меня.  Не надо!

К старому возврата больше нет.

Ты одна мне помощь и отрада,

Ты одна мне несказанный свет.

Так забудь же про свою тревогу,

Не грусти так шибко обо мне.

Не ходи так часто на дорогу

В старомодном ветхом шушуне.

С.Есенин

1924

A LETTER TO MOTHER

Are you still alive, my dear granny?

I am alive as well. Hello! Hello!

May there always be above you, honey,

The amazing stream of evening glow.

I"ve been told that hiding your disquiet,

Worrying  about me a lot,

You go out  to the roadside every night,

Wearing your shabby overcoat.

In the evening  darkness, very often,

You conceive the same old scene of blood:

Kind of in a tavern fight  some ruffian

Plunged a Finnish knife into my heart.

Now calm down, mom! And don"t be dreary!

It"s a painful fiction through and through.

I"m not so bad a drunkard, really,

As to die without seeing you.

I"m your tender son  as ever, dear,

And the only thing I dream of now

Is to leave this dismal boredom here

And return to our little house. And how!

I"ll return in spring without warning

When the garden blossoms, white as snow.

Please don"t wake me early in the morning,

As you did before, eight years ago.

Don"t disturb my dreams that now have flown,

Don"t  perturb my vain and futile strife

For it"s much too early that I"ve known

Heavy loss and weariness in life.

Please don"t teach me how to say my prayers!

There is no way back to what is gone.

You"re my only joy, support and praise

And my only flare shining on.

Please  forget about your pain and fear,

and don"t  worry  over me a lot

Don"t go out  to the roadside, dear,

Wearing your shabby overcoat.

                                                                                                 1924

In USA the second Sunday of the month May is celebrated as Mother’s Day. This is the time to respect the motherhood and to appreciate all the efforts and honor the lovely lady in our life The Mother. In USA mother’s day is consider very important and this day is celebrated with great enthusiasm ny all and this day is specially spend with the Mother. People celebrate this day by giving gifts,cards ,flowers, or by spending time together with mother or by doing something that their mother would love. - See more at: http://happymothersdayquotesgifts.com/2015/when-is-mothers-day-in-usa-mothers-day-celebrationin-usa-history-of-mothers-day-in-usa.html#sthash.CbT3JkKi.dpuf

Сценарий мероприятия

Разговор о маме…..  беседа  на английском и русском языках..,

I.

Хранительница семейного очага,  огонь тепла, любви и доброты, бескорыстности и жертвенности, 
вечный ангел-хранитель своих детей.  Иногда она бывает строгой, иногда усталой, 
Это самый дорогой для нас человек на свете. Но она любит нас и всегда готова придти на помощь и принимает нас такими, какие мы есть.

От чистого сердца, простыми словами
Давайте, друзья, потолкуем о маме.
Мы любим ее, как хорошего друга
За то, что у нас с нею всё сообща,
За то, что когда нам приходится туго,
Мы можем всплакнуть у родного плеча.
Мы любим её и за то, что порою
Становятся строже в морщинках глаза.
Но стоит с повинной прийти головою,
Исчезнут морщинки, умчится гроза.
За то, что всегда без утайки и прямо
Мы можем доверить ей сердце свое.
И просто за то, что она - наша мама,
Мы крепко и нежно любим её.

Инсценировка стихотворения

The day before his birthday 
the baby said to God:
– I don’t know wherefore I’m going to this world…
How will I live there? 
I am so small and helpless…
God answered: “I’ll give you an angel…
who will be waiting for you 
and take care of you.
– But what shall I do on Earth?
Here I am smiling and laughing,
It’s all I need for my happiness.
Your angel will smile for you.
You will feel his love.
and you will be happy .
– But how will I understand him?
I don’t know the language 
he’s speaking
– Your angel will teach you 
his language
– He will jealously watch over you 
and sain you
– When should I come back to you, God?
– Your angel will tell you everything.
– What’s the name of my angel?
– His name is not an important thing.
– He will have a lot of different names
– But you will call  him

MOTHER

- Благослови меня, Всевышний!
Я отправляюсь в путь земной, -
Просил ребёнок, не родившись,
Кристально чистою душой.
- Здесь, в небесах, я был беспечным -
Здесь были ангелы со мной.
Кем буду я в том мире встречен?
Кто даст мне тело в жизни той?
Кто мне поможет стать на ноги?
Кто будет душу согревать?
Кто боль развеет и тревоги?
Кого всегда я буду звать?

В устах улыбка засияла,
Бог душу детскую обнял:
- Не бойся! С самого начала
Тебя в том мире ангел ждал!
Одним-единственным на свете,
Тот ангел будет для тебя,
Он самым первым тебя встретит
И плоть твою взрастит, любя.
Он жизнь твою теплом согреет,
Он будет тучи разгонять,
Он всё простить тебе сумеет,
А, если надо - жизнь отдать.
Твой ангел будет верным самым,
Ты с ним весь путь земной пройдёшь
И самым первым словом "МАМА"
Ты его имя назовёшь

II

Mother! It’s a magic word for every child  in the world.  People all over the world celebrate the holiday «Mother’s day» in honor of  their  mothers just  to be  thankful. Let’s speak a little about the history of this holiday.

You will watch video. While watching it try to complete the table. Match information, please.

Let’s check.  The following slide will help you
 Now look at the following information

The second Sunday of  May	Mother's Day is celebrated
Anna Jarvis	the famous name associated with Mother's Day
England	the first country to recognize Mother's Day
Russia	holidays for  mothers The 8th 0f March and Mother’s Day
Mothering Sunday	The day the household servants returned to be with their mothers
Mother's Day became an official holiday	1915
the favorite flower of Mrs. Jarvis	White Carnation
the official flower for Mother's Day	Red Carnation

           

                               What else do you know about this holiday in England and in Russia?

1.      Mother’s Day in Russia is quite a new holiday. It has been celebrated since November 1998.

2.       Mother’s Day in Great Britain is quite an old holiday. Long ago children in GB began working when they were very young, they worked hard far away from their families and sent money they earned home. They could visit their parents only once a year. They used to bring their mothers and grandmothers little present – flowers and eggs.

3.       Nowadays British kids give their mothers and grandmother flowers and do the housework on Mothering Sunday.

4.      So, English Mother’s Day is similar with International Women’s Day, which is widely celebrated in Russia.

Thank you for information. And I want to add that the symbol of holiday is red carnation if your mother is alive, and white- if she is dead.

3.

Мама... Простое, казалось бы, слово,
А сколько в нем нежности, ласки, тепла,
Ребенок лопочет его бестолково,
Ручонки раскинув, припухший от сна.
В печали и в радости мы произносим,
То робкое "Мама", то резкое "Мать".
Порой на чужбине вдруг сердце запросит
Совсем незнакомую -мамой назвать.
А дома так часто ей делаем больно
Поступками, взглядами, жестами мы,
Потом вдалеке вспоминаем невольно
О том, что прибавило ей седины.
И пишем на школьных листках торопливо
Признанья своей запоздалой вины.
Она их читает, краснеет стыдливо,
И в горьких морщинах слезинки видны.
Давно без письма все обиды простила,
А тут ей до боли приятно прочесть:
"Спасибо, родная, за то, что растила,
За то, что ты любишь, За то что ты есть!!!

Thank you for this beautiful poem. We should be thankful for such a gift as our mothers. But do we always understand them?  Do we help them when they ask us? Now, please, Put the story in the correct order and try to understand it and answer the questions.

1. One day the mother asked her daughter to help her around the house. But the daughter didn't obey and went with her friends to walk. In the evening, the daughter came home and saw that the house shines with purity. The Daughter asked her mom: "You're not angry with me?" Mom looked at her daughter and said, "I'm not offended, because I really love".

2. For the other time, mom asked the daughter to go to the store for bread, but the daughter staring the computer, said sharply to her mother: "Leave me alone! I'm busy. I don't have time". Mom sighed a little and she went to the store for bread. It's time for lunch. The Daughter was eating with good appetite nourishing soup with fragrant warm bread. After finishing a delicious lunch, she looked up at her mother. She became uncomfortable. "Mom, you're not mad at me?" -  said daughter looking away. Mom said quietly: "I'm not mad because I love you very much".

3. A week has passed. The daughter was going to the movies with her friends. Mom asked her to stay at home because she felt bad.. The daughter, wearing a coat, said, "Mom, this is a very interesting film. I can't miss it". When she returned home, the daughter saw that mom wasn’t in. The house was cold and uncomfortable. Suddenly the phone rang. The daughter picked up the phone and heard unfamiliar voice: "Girl, your mother is in the hospital..."

4. The Daughter ran out of the stairwell and hurried to the hospital. Having flown into the room she saw a pale, tired face of her mother. The daughter became sad and very ashamed. She came to her mother, hugged her affectionately and said, "Mother, darling! Forgive me for didn’t paying attention to you. I am very ashamed of my actions. I never, hear, never will do that!"

Mom smiled through her tears, which had been on the cheeks, whispered: "Darling, I'm not mad, because I really love you!" The daughter clung to their mother's breast, and thought: "What a big heart has my mom ".

Is this story true or fantastic?

 Have you ever had the same situation?

What did the mother ask her daughter to do?

 Did the girl obey her mother?

 What did she understand when she came to the hospital?( Her mom has done very much for her daughter, but she understood it only in the hospital. She always forgave her daughter.

What is the conclusion of this story? (We should  take  care of our  mothers)

And I want you to listen to one more poem. What do you feel? ( regret, pity, sorrow,

(огорчение, жалость, горе, раскаяние)

• искренние сожаления — honest regret
• огромное сожаление — great pity
• искреннее сожаление — genuine sorrow
• глубокое сожаление — deep remorse

Unfortunately we don’t have time to speak to our mothers, to come to them and be with them. We understand that we love our moms very late sometimes.

Do you understand your mother? Do you always do what she asks?

And now watch one  heart -touching video about  relations between the son and his mother. This story has much in common with the text. Watch it and think about you and your mothers. Are you always kind and careful to them?

It’s a very heart-touching video. Every time I see it I have tears in my eyes.

What does this word mean for you? (the most beautiful, the cleverest, has gold hands, Jack of all trades, my friend, pretty, fashionable, smart, generous, hardworking, Special, tender, industrious, kind – hearted, generous, faithful, reliable, sociable, serious, pretty, attractive, charming. Take care of, after, cook meals, to be in a good mood, sing a lullaby.