Презентация, доклад к внеклассному мероприятию Robert Burns and Kosta Khetagurov - the pride and the glory of the countries.

glory of the countries.

pride of our Republic.

in Scotland. His father, William Burns, was a poor farmer, There were seven children in the family, and Robert was the eldest.

he attended school in turn with his brother.
Later Robert’s father taught him reading and writing, arithmetic, English grammar, history, literature, even Latin - that was Robert Burns's education.

lay his hands on. His favourite writers were Shakespeare, Smolett, Robert Fergusson, a talented Scottish poet (1750—1774).

them to her son.
Burns began to write poetry when he was fourteen. He composed verses to the melodies of old folk-songs, which he had admired from his early childhood.

was out in the fields all day helping his father; at fifteen he did most of the work on the farm. He studied nature closely and working in the fields, he sang. In his songs he spoke of what he saw, of the woods and the fields, and the valleys, of the deer and the skylark, of the farmer’s poor cottage and the farmer’s love for his lass.

an honest farmer) tells us the biography of the poet much better.

Был честный фермер мой отец.
Он не имел достатка,
Но от наследников своих
Он требовал порядка.
Учил достоинство хранить,
Хоть нет гроша в карманах.
Страшнее - чести изменить,
Чем быть в отрепьях рваных!

Я в свет пустился без гроша,
Но был беспечный малый.
Богатым быть я не желал,
Великим быть - пожалуй!

he bred me in decency and order, O;
He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne'er a farthing, O;
For without an honest manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O.

Then out into the world my course I did determine, O;
Tho' to be rich was not my wish, yet to be great was charming, O;
My talents they were not the worst, nor yet my education, O:
Resolv'd was I at least to try to mend my situation, O.

In many a way, and vain essay, I courted Fortune's favour, O;
Some cause unseen still stept between, to frustrate each endeavour, O;
Sometimes by foes I was o'erpower'd, sometimes by friends forsaken

С.Маршака на музыку М.Карминского. Песни на ней исполняют: Г.Анисимова, К. Румянова, В. Толкунова, Е. Леонов, Л. Лещенко («В полях, под снегом и дождём…»), И. Кобзон и вокальный ансамбль «Коробейники»

He worked hard and ruined his health. He died in poverty at the age of thirty seven in 1796.

mountains and rivers, forests and fields. So we may say that only in Ossetia such a great poet and artist as Kosta Khetagurov could be born.

счастьем, дорожить, Отдать за шаг один, который бы народу Я мог когда – нибудь к свободе проложить».

born in the village of Nar in 1859. He finished school there and then Kosta entered the Stavropol gymnasium.

the Petersburg Academy of Arts, but he didn’t finish it, because he had no money. So he came back to Ossetia again. There he wrote his wonderful poems. In his poems Khetagurov described the beautiful nature of his native country, besides he spoke about difficult situation of his people.

the village of Novogeorgievsko-Ossetinskoe. People always remember his name. Parks, theaters and streets are named after Kosta.

кæуынц...

Адæмæн сæ чындзхонты хъазт
Хæхтæ, къæдзæхтæ хæссы,
Махæн та нæ гæдыйы уаст
Мардыл кæуæгау хъуысы...

Адæмæн сæ цæхджын фыдтæ
Царæй фæныкмæ тæдзынц,
Махмæ та хæлынбыттыртæ
Цары ахсдæттæ кæнынц...

Адæмæн сæ фæззæджы куыст
Не 'ссы афæдзмæ куырой,
Махæн та нæ афæдзы мызд –
'Гасæй иу хоры кæфой!..

у нас в пустой пещере
Дети с голода ревут.

У людей – пиры, гулянья
Будоражат гор хребты,
А у нас, как причитанье,
Лишь мяукают коты.

У людей из жирной туши
Капли падают в золу,
А у нас мышей летучих
Не сочтешь в сыром углу...

У людей – пшеницы вволю:
Год молоть – не видно дна,
А у нас, на нашу долю, –
В год один совок зерна...

Ossetia.
Deeds, not words.
Handsome is as handsome does.
Человек красен не словом, а делом.

culture of their native country and so they have become the pride and the glory of their countries.