Презентация, доклад к уроку английского языка в 7 классе Трудности перевода стихотворений С. Есенина на английский язык

Just like you are out for an idle ramble.
Have you seen a vision? Have you heard a babble?
You have stuck in snowdrift, hit by burning frost-bite.
Like a tipsy warden, walking on the roadside,

Oh my dear maple, frozen stiff and bare,
Why do you stand bending in the blizzard there?

a) Stars, little stars, you’re so dense and so solid!
What is it that makes you so great and alluring?
b) Stars little stars, you’re so high and so clear!
What have you got in you, so fascinating?
c) Why, as you shine, are you nice and inviting
Into your wide open arms, on the instant?
d) Stars, deep in thought, so discreet you appear,
What is the power that makes you so tempting?

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.

Пишут мне, что ты, тая тревогу,
Загрустила шибко обо мне,
Что ты часто ходишь на дорогу
В старомодном ветхом шушуне.

a)The valley listens to the babbles
Of peaceful river in the dale.

b) Scarlet light of sunset shows up on the lake. There’s a happy yearning in the purple dusk.

a)Both this street and this little house
Have been long so familiar to me.

b) I remember my village, my infancy
And the countryside heaven of blue.

a)The golden birch-tree grove has fallen silent Its merry chatter having stopped afore,

b) I do not regret, and I do not shed tears, All, like haze off apple-trees, must pass.

a) I’m back at home. My dear land
Is pensive, spreading all around!

b) Little house with light blue shutters, I will never forget you, no way!

a) Over there beyond fields of yellow There are villages stretching ahead.

b) They are gone and haven’t touched you any,
Gone like shadows, leaving you aflame.

a) Both this street and this little house Have been long so familiar to me.


b) I’m back at home. My dear land
Is pensive, spreading all around!

Дай, Джим, на счастье лапу мне, Такую лапу не видал я сроду. Давай с тобой полаем при луне На тихую, бесшумную погоду. Дай, Джим, на счастье лапу мне.

Плачет метель, как цыганская скрипка.
Милая девушка, злая улыбка,  
Я ль не робею от синего взгляда?
Много мне нужно и много не надо.

Какая ночь! Я не могу.
Не спится мне. Такая лунность.
Еще как будто берегу
В душе утраченную юность.

Вечером синим, вечером лунным
Был я когда-то красивым и юным.
 

  По пруду лебедем красным     Плавает тихий закат.