Тема: И душа моя шепчет вам вечное
«And my soul whispers you eternal…»
Фонограмма « Творидобро»
«Do all the goods you can
By all the means you can
In all the ways you can
In all the places you can
To all the people you can
As long as ever you can»
This programmed is devoted to the best women on our Planet, our mothers.
«And my soul whispers you eternal – I love you».
Mother’s holiday in Russia was established by the President’s decree on the 30-th of January 1998 and is celebrated on the last Sunday in November.
Birth of a new life is one of the greatest sacraments on the Earth and that’s why the name of Mother is surrounded with attention and care.
You and we like drops of rain the exact copies. We’d like to remind.
-песня «yesterday»
-рок
-танец
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Poets are right: feeling of love to mothers was laid by nature and lives in a Man till the end of his days.
Малыши.
- I love my dear mummy
I love her very much.
And do you love you mummy?
(хором) – Of course, and very much.
- Mother is the dearest
Of all the friends I know
She helps me work and helps me play
That’s why I love her so.
- Mother bakes such a lovely pie
It smells and tastes so fine
That when I look at it
I always cry: «my, my».
4. The kitchen is the nicest place
In all the house to me,
For that’s where mummy bakes the pies
And fruity cakes for tea.
- Help your mother lay the table
With the knives and forks and spoons:
Help your mother lay the table,
Every afternoon.
- Help your mother clear the table
Take the knives and forks and spoons.
Help your mother clear the table
Morning, night and noon.
Песня
- Yes; love is the best, inherited to a Man.
Goo generations have changed. What did they pass from one to another? Of course, Love.
Стих.
Love is
By Greg Scelca
Love is … a tender feeling
Love is … a way of being
Love is … just showing someone you care.
Love is … helping with dishes.
Love is … feeding your pet fishes,
Love is just giving from your heart.
Love is so very simple
It’s not a mystery
When you treat those around you
The very same way
You want them to threat you
Love is…
L-O-V-E
Love is…
For you and me
Oh! Love is the greatest thing
In the world!
-It’s happiness, when a man presents love and gets it.
-We and our mums are the happiest. We can share secrets, complain, talk heart-to-heart.
(Показ фотографий мам с детьми).
Everyone has the dearest person – mother.
From pure heart with simple words children write about mothers in their works.
-And now some episodes from our life
Сценки.
- It is tea-time. There is a large cake on the table.
-Mother, do you know the proverb: «Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today? Is it a good proverb»?
- Oh, yes. It’s a very good proverb
- Then, mother, let’s eat all cake today.
- –How’s our little brother, Johnny?
- He is in bed. He hurt himself.
- That’s too bad. How did he do it?
- We were paying who could learn furthest out of the window, and he won.
- – Where you good, children, today?
- Yes, Janie washed dishes and I picked the pieces.
- –Wash your hands!
– Both of them?
- No, just one! I want to see it.
5. – You have a large apple and a small apple which one would you give to your brother?
- Do you mean my little brother or my big brother?
6. – Were you very busy last night?
- Yes, I was. I was typing out a report. Were you busy too?
- Yes, I was. I was watching TV.
7. – Peter, you have got 6 clocks in your room and they all tell different time. What’s the good of that?
- And what’s the good of having six clocks if they all tell the same time?
- – What troubles you?
- I really don’t know. My mother says the bike needs a new head for the driver.
- – I told you the story of the discovery of America by Columbus. And all this happened more than 400 years ago.
- Oh, what a memory you’ve got!
- – A girl has just told me I’m most handsome man in our class. Does this mean I’ll have hundreds of girl-friends? How will I study?
- Don’t believe everything a girl tells you, my friend.
- Mother’s love has appeared in the world to strengthen beauty and harmony in it.
- We respect those who pronounce mother’s name with anxiety and care about her.
Стих.
«My mother»
Who fed me when I was a child?
And hushed me in her arms so mild?
Who sat and watched my childish head,
When sleeping in my little bed?
When pain and sickness made me cry
Who looked upon my heavy eye?
Who dressed my doll in clothes so day
And taught me often how to play?
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some funny stories tell?
And can I ever stop to be
So loving and so kind to knee?
And when toy are sick and old and grey,
And I will calm all your pains away,-My healthy arm shall be your stay
My dear, dear mother.
- Poets and painters sing woman’s praises, whose name is – mother, whose name is love whose destination is to give life, delight, dream.
- And my soul whispers you eternal…I love you!