Конкурс переводов с иностранных языков НМЦ Кемерово

 Конкурс переводов с иностранных языков (английского, французского, немецкого, китайского) является конкурсом для учащихся 5 – 11 классов, изучающих иностранные языки, и проводится с целью повышения мотивации к изучению иностранных языков.

Конкурс проводится в возрастных группах:
— 5 – 6 класс;
— 7 – 8 класс;
— 9 – 11 класс.

На конкурс принимаются тексты по следующим номинациям:
— проза
— поэзия

По результатам Конкурса победителям и лауреатам вручаются Дипломы.
Участники Конкурса получают сертификат участника (в электронном виде по заявке).

Задание см.ниже:

Aнглийский 9 – 11 класс

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

 

WHATIF                         

By Shel Silverstein

Last night, while I lay thinking here, Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear And pranced and partied all night long Whatif I'm dumb in school?

Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up?

Whatif dad is in jail For not paying his taxes Whatif I start to call 911

Whatif I call Frankie for pizza pie What is my plane was late

Whatif nobody likes me?

Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?

Whatif I don't grow taller?

Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite?

Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war?

Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late?

Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants?

Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems well, and then The nighttime Whatifs strike again!

The Sea Fowler                         by Mary Howitt

 

THE BARON hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea; But the rocky haunts of the sea-fowl belong alone to me.

 

The baron hunts the running deer, the fisher nets the brine; But every bird that builds a nest on ocean-cliffs is mine.

 

Come on then, Jock and Alick, let’s to the sea-rocks bold: I was train’d to take the sea-fowl ere I was five years old.

 

The wild sea roars, and lashes the granite crags below, And round the misty islets the loud, strong tempests blow.

 

And let them blow! Roar wind and wave, they shall not me dismay; I ’ve faced the eagle in her nest and snatch’d her young away.

 

The eagle shall not build her nest, proud bird although she be, Nor yet the strong-wing’d cormorant, without the leave of me.

 

The eider-duck has laid her eggs, the tern doth hatch her young, And the merry gull screams o’er her brood; but all to me belong.

 

Away, then, in the daylight, and back again ere eve;

The eagle could not rear her young, unless I gave her leave.

 

The baron hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea; But the rocky haunts of the sea-fowl belong alone to me.

Is Your Story-Telling Derailing Your Career?

Two Mindful Steps To Get Back On Track

Janice Marturano

September 29, 2020

Forbes

Near the end of his life, it has been reported that Mark Twain was asked to look back and offer an assessment. He noted that ‘my life has been one tragedy after another but thankfully, most never happened’. If you stop for a few moments and consider this observation, you might also note the many times you told yourself a story that something terrible was going to happen, but it never did. We are creative beings and so we can imagine many outcomes or scenarios. Our minds can write full-length feature films and we can become certain that the worst is going to happen. Or we can limit our potential by telling ourselves that we will certainly fail, or not be good enough. Too many careers stall before they need to, solely because of the stories we create in our mind. I’m not talking about full assessments that look at all possibilities. I’m talking about the much more common assessment that only looks at all the things that might go wrong, or that might make something challenging, often with little or no facts to support those conclusions. These are the thoughts that can keep you from soaring, or reaching your full potential. Here is a simple approach to cultivating a more skillful approach to moments when your own thoughts may be holding you back: 1. Write down the thought that seems to be holding you back or cultivating anxiousness or fear, and then read it aloud. What do you notice? 2. Now, intentionally choose to hold the thought with some spaciousness and note that ‘this may or may not be true’. There is no need to push the thought aside or try to bury it. Just hold it lightly. In the spaciousness you have created around these thoughts, they begin to loosen their grip. How do you want to meet those words now? What is the skillful choice to live your best life? This simple practice takes just a few moments but it can be a powerful way to interrupt the thinking that has limited your career and your life.

Diplomatic Language

The expression "diplomatic language" is used to denote three different things. In its first sense it signifies the actual language (whether it be Latin, French, or English) which is employed by diplomatists in their converse or correspondence with each other. In its second sense it means those technical phrases which, in the course of centuries, have become part of ordinary diplomatic vocabulary. And in its third, and most common, sense it is used to describe that guarded understatement which enables diplomatists and ministers to say sharp things to each other without becoming provocative or impolite.

"Diplomacy", as it was once said, "is the application of intelligence and tact to the conduct of official relations between the governments of independent states." The need of intelligence is self-evident, but the equally vital need of tact is often disregarded. It is this latter need which has led diplomatists to adopt a paper currency of conventionalized phrases in place of the hard coins of ordinary human converse. These phrases, affable though they may appear, possess a known currency value.

Thus, if a statesman or a diplomatist informs another government that his own government "cannot remain indifferent to" some international controversy, he is clearly understood to imply that the controversy is one in which his government will certainly intervene. If in his communication or speech he uses some such phrases as "His Majesty's Government view with concern" or "view with grave concern" then it is evident to all that the matter is one in which the British Government intend to adopt a strong line. By cautious gradations such as these a statesman is enabled, without using threatening language, to convey a serious warning to a foreign government. If these warnings pass unheeded he can raise his voice while still remaining courteous and conciliatory. If he says, "In such an event His Majesty's Government would feel bound carefully to reconsider their position," he is implying that friendship is about to turn into hostility.

 

April 21 - Got a reply from Merton saying he was very busy and couldn’t stretch to passes for the Italian Opera, Haymarket, Savoy, or Lyceum, but the best thing to see in London was Brown Bushes at the Tank Theatre, Islington. He enclosed tickets for four.

April 23 - Mr and Mrs James came to meat tea and we left straight afterwards for the Tank Theatre. We got a bus that took us to King’s Cross and then caught one that took us to the Angel. Both times Mr James insisted on paying for all, saying that I had paid for the tickets and that was quite enough.

We arrived at the theatre, where I walked ahead and presented the tickets. The man looked at them and called out: "Mr Willowly! Do you know anything about these?” holding up my tickets. The gentleman of that name came up and examined my tickets, then said: “Who gave you these?" I said, rather indignantly: "Mr Merton, of course." He said: “Merton? Who’s he?" I answered, rather sharply: "You ought to know. His name’s good in any theatre in London. He replied: “Oh, is it? Well, it ain’t any good here. These tickets, which are not dated, were issued under Mr Swinstead’s management, which has since changed hands."

While 1 was having some very unpleasant words with this man, Mr James, who had gone upstairs with the ladies, called out: “Come on!” I went up after them, and a very civil attendant said: “This way, please, box H.” I said to Mr James: “Why, how on earth did you manage that?” and to my horror he replied: “Why, by paying for it, of course.” This was humiliating enough, and I could scarcely follow the play, but I was doomed to still further humiliation. I was leaning out of the box when my tie - a little black bow one which fastened onto the stud by means of a new kind of listener - fell into the pit below. A clumsy man, not noticing it, had his foot on it for ever so long before he discovered it. He then picked it up and eventually flung it under the next seat in disgust. What with the box incident and the tie, I felt quite miserable. Mr James was very good. He said: "Don’t worry - no one will notice it, with your beard. That is the only advantage of growing one that I can see.” There was no call for such a remark, for Carrie is very proud of my beard. To hide the absence of the tie I had to keep my chin down for the rest of the evening, which caused a pain at the back of my neck.

April 24 - Could scarcely sleep a wink through thinking of having brought Mr and Mrs James up from the country to go to the theatre last night, and having paid for a private box because our booking was not honoured - and for such a poor play, too! I wrote a very satirical letter to Merton, who gave us the pass, and said, “Considering we had to pay for our seats, we did our best to appreciate the performance.” I thought this line rather cutting, and I asked Carrie how many ‘p’s there were in appreciate, and she said, “One." After I sent off the letter I looked at the dictionary and found there are two. Awfully vexed at this.