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“A HAPPY NEW YEAR”
Костюк Лариса Вікторівна
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Коломия 2001 р.NEW YEAR IN ENGLAND
In England the New Year is not as widely or as enthusiastically
observed as Christmas. Some people ignore it completely and go to bed as
usual on New Year’s Eve. Many others, however, celebrate it in one way
The most common type of celebration is a New Year party, either a
family party or one arranged by a group of young people. This usually
begins at about eight o’clock and goes on until the early hours of the
morning. Sometimes the hosts make a big bowl of punch which consists of
wine, spirits, fruit juice and water in varying proportions. There is
usually a buffet supper of cold meat, pies, sandwiches, cakes and
At midnight the radio is turned on, so that everyone can hear the
chimes of Big Ben, and on the hour a toast is drunk to the New Year.
Then the party goes on.
Another popular way of celebrating the New Year is to go to a New
Year’s dance. Most hotels and dance halls hold a special dance on New
Year’s Eve. The hall is decorated, there are several different bands and
the atmosphere is very gay.
The most famous celebration is in London round the statue of Eros in
Piccadilly Circus where crowds gather and sing to welcome the New Year.
In Trafalgar Square there is also a big crowd and someone usually falls
into the fountain.
Those who have no desire or no opportunity to celebrate the New Year
themselves, can sit and watch other people celebrating on television.
January 1st, New Year’s Day, is not a public holiday, unfortunately for
those who like to celebrate most of the night. Some people send New Year
cards and give presents, but it is not a widespread custom. This is the
traditional time for making New Year resolutions, for example to give up
smoking or to get up earlier. However, these are generally more talked
about than put into practice.
NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS
Characters: Mr. Small, Mrs. Small, Timothy (their son), Susan (their
daughter), Grandma, Rocky (the dog).
Setting: It’s January 1st. The family are having breakfast.
Timothy: We make our New Year resolutions today. What are you going to
Susan: I want to get up early every day and take Rocky for a walk before
school starts. Have you made any resolutions, Timothy?
Timothy: Yes, I want to get up early, too, because I’m always late for
school. I’ll never be late again.
Mr. Small: I can think of a better resolution for you, Tim. Go to the
barber’s. Your hair’s much too long.
Timothy: Oh, you’re always talking about my hair.
Mrs. Small: Well, I’ve made two resolutions. I want to have violin
lessons, and I won’t eat any more cakes because I’m getting too fat.
Mr. Small: Well, I like cakes! I certainly don’t like the violin and I
get up early every morning. Can you think of a resolution for me?
Grandma: Yes. Stop smoking that awful pipe.
Mr. Small: But I love my pipe! It helps me to think … . Oh, all right
then … . I’ll stop smoking it.
Grandma: You’ll laugh at me when I tell you my resolution. I want to
learn gymnastics. I’ve got me first lesson tomorrow.
Timothy, Susan (together): Tomorrow? Gymnastics?!
Rocky: Woof, woof!
Setting: Now it’s January 2nd. The family are having breakfast but
Grandma is not there.
Mr. Small: Where’s Grandma ?
Mrs. Small: She’s upstairs. She’s having her first gymnastics lesson.
(Suddenly, there is a terrible CRASH! and a BANG! Timothy and Susan run
Timothy: Grandma, Grandma, what’s the matter?
Grandma: Help! Help! I’ve broken my arm!
Mrs. Small: Quick, me must telephone the doctor.
Susan: Oh, dear, poor Grandma! I can’t take you for a walk now, Rocky. I
must stay with Grandma.
Rocky: Woof, woof!
Timothy: And I shall be late for school again.
Mrs. Small: And I can’t have my violin lesson.
Mr. Small: Quick, give me my pipe! What an awful day!
Setting: Now it’s January 3rd. The family are sitting around Grandma’s
Mrs. Small: What a pity… . We couldn’t keep our resolutions for even one
Grandma: It’s all my fault. I’m sorry. No more gymnastics for me!
THE NEW YEAR
Characters: the New Year (a little boy), the Snow Maiden, Children.
(The New Year and the Snow Maiden are knocking at the door. They have
many presents in baskets. The New Year has a bell in his hand.)
I am the little New Year, ho, ho!
Here I come jumping over the snow,
Shaking my bells with a merry din,
So open your doors and let me in!
Presents we bring for each and all,
Big folks, little folks, short and tall;
Each one from us a treasure may win,
So open your doors and let me in!
Some shall have silver and some shall have gold,
Some shall have new clothes and some shall have old;
Some shall have brass and some shall have tin,
Some shall have water and some shall
Some shall have water and some shall have milk,
Some shall have satin and some shall have silk!
But each of us a presents may win,
So open your doors and let us in!
Children (opening the door, together): Oh, come in! Glad to meet you!
(The New Year and the Snow Maiden give presents to the children.)
WIND AND SNOWFLAKES
Little snowflakes, come and play,
I’ve nothing else to do today.
Yes, we’ll come and oh, what fun,
We’ll twirl, and dance, and skip, and run.
Come on, snowflakes, come with me,
There are many things to see.
Oh, now the sun is peeping through,
It feels quite warm. What shall we do?
Sun (to Wind):
Blow the snowflakes home again,
Before they melt and turn to rain.
Who-oo! Who-oo! Home you go;
Hurry now, don’t be slow.
Come on, sisters, back we go
To where the earth is white with snow,
Good-bye, sun, we’re glad we came,
We really had a lovely game.
GETTING READY FOR WINTER
(Adapted from Alice Very)
Bumble-Bee and Birds
Setting: The edge of a cornfield in autumn.
At Rise: Blue-Bird, Robin and Chickadee are fluttering about. Rabbit and
Woodchuck are peeping from burrows.
The north wind blows,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
He’ll fly to the South
With a song in his mouth
And come back in the springtime again.
Old Willie Woodchuck,
Come out of your hole!
The birds are all flying away.
The frost and the snow.
Are making them go;
Not one of our playmates will stay.
You forgot about me.
Here I am, up in the apple-tree.
Let other birds roam;
I’ll stay here at home,
Singing chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee-dee!
And what will you eat?
And where will you go
When here all the branches
Are covered with snow?
Won’t you be hungry?
And won’t you be cold?
Oh, no, I’ll have all
That I’m able to hold.
All the things I’ve found
In the old apple-tree
Make the kind of food
For a small chickadee.
Squirrel (coming out from behind the tree):
It’s easy for things
That have feathers and wings
And can fly far away to the South,
I haven’t got wings
Or other good things,
So I carry home nuts in my mouth.
Woodchuck (creeping out of the hole):
Old Mother Squirrel,
Don’t make such a fuss,
You’re much better off
Than people like us.
Old Willie Woodchuck,
Go back to your hole,
The north wind is blowing,
I’m afraid you’ll catch cold!
All summer I dined
On the best I could find
And ate all
My stomach could hold,
But now, in the autumn,
I can get just nothing.
Just nothing at all, but a cold!
The summer was good,
There was plenty of food.
Now winter is near,
And good things disappear.
All summer I bumbled
From flower to flower,
But what shall I do when
The summer is over?
Big Brother Bumble,
You don’t need to grumble,
You wasted the bright summer hours.
For you were so lazy,
You sat on a daisy,
Just smelling the grass and the flowers.
Ha-ha-ha! You sound rather funny!
Do I? I have honey,
Yes, I have a lot of it.
I with I were you.
If you were a bee
Then you’d have been working
All summer like me.
Who’s working all summer?
It’s Bee, the old hummer.
You’d never get me
To work like a bee.
I heard that you could
Chuck wood if you would.
I would if I could
Chuck wood if you would.
I would if I could,
But wood is no good.
Oh, dear, it’s true!
It makes me blue
To think of what we’re coming to!
Field-Mouse (peeping out from a corn shock):
Don’t you care!
There’s enough and some to spare.
What was that?
A little mouse.
Where are you?
In my winter house.
Under the corn shock,
Nice and warm,
I have a room all full of corn.
I don’t think it’s true,
A little thing like you
Couldn’t get all that corn
And a little house, too!
Well, then, just to show you
I’ve plenty to eat,
I’ll bring you some corn
And also some wheat.
Let everyone bring
For the others some food,
And we shall have dinner,
And it will be good.
ТHE SNOW MAIDEN
(A Russian Fairy-Tale)
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They lived
together very happily, and their only sorrow was that they had no
Then came the winter with its frosts and snow. Many children played in
the street. The old man and woman sat at home, looking out of the
window, thinking of their sorrow. The old man said to the old woman,
“Let’s make a daughter out of the snow”, “Let’s said the old woman”.
And they went into the garden and began to make a daughter out of the
snow. They rolled a big snowball, made arms and legs and at last a snow
head. Then the old man made a little nose and mouth and then a chin.
Suddenly the Snow Maiden’s lips turned red and her eyes opened. She
looked at the old people, smiling. Then she nodded her head and began to
move her hands and feet. She looked like a real little girl.
“We always wanted a little girl like you”, said the old woman.
“I always wanted to have a mother and father”, said the Snow Maiden.
The old people were happy and took the girl into their cottage. They
admired their daughter every day. She was gentle and polite with
everybody. She did the housework very well and quickly.
Winter passed and the spring sun began to warm the ground. The Snow
Maiden grew sad. “What is the matter with you, Daughter?” the old people
asked her. “Why are you so sad? Are you not well?”
“No, Father, no, Mother, I feel all right.”
The last snow melted, the flowers blossomed in the fields, and the
birds came home.
But the Snow Maiden grow sadder and sadder day by day, and more and
more silent. She tried to find the cool shade or a cool place. After the
spring came the summer, and the girls went for a walk in the woods. They
asked the Snow Maiden to go with them: ”Come with us, Snow Maiden, come
and walk in the woods and sing and dance”.
The Snow Maiden did not want to go, but her mother said, “Go, Daughter,
and enjoy yourself with your friends”.
The girls went to the woods with the Snow Maiden and picked flowers,
made them into garlands, sang and danced in a ring. But the Snow Maiden
was not gay. The girls collected wood and made a bonfire and took turns
to run and jump over the fire. The Snow Maiden was last. When her turn
came, she ran and as she jumped over the fire, she melted into a little
white cloud. The cloud flew up and vanished in the sky.
All her friends looked around but there was no Snow Maiden. They called
and called the girl, but all they heard was an echo.
THE LITTLE FIR-TREE
Several trees were growing together in a little garden: a big oak-tree,
a tall pine, a birch, an apple-tree a little fir-tree.
One summer day the trees began to talk about themselves.
“I am very strong,” said the oak. “And I am very useful. People use me
to make tables and chairs.”
“I am the tallest of you”, said the pine-tree.
“And people use me to make masts for ships.”
“But I am prettier than you,” said the birch.
“I am the prettiest of all the trees. My dress is white, and I have a
green hat. I am very useful, too. People use me for fire-wood.”
“You are very pretty, but you have no apples,” said the apple-tree. “In
spring I am covered with beautiful white and pink blossoms, and in
autumn I give people sweet red apples. I am the most beautiful and the
The little fir-tree did not say a word. It was not strong like the oak.
It was not tall like the pine. It was not pretty like the birch, and it
had no sweet apples like the apple-tree.
Summer, the hottest season, was over. After summer came autumn. All the
trees turned yellow, red and brown.
Only the pine-tree and the fir-tree were still green. Then a strong
wind began to blow, and the leaves began to fall. When winter came, the
trees had no leaves, but the fir-tree was still green.
One cold a lot of people came to the garden. “What a pretty fir-tree,”
they said. “Let us take it for the school party.”
They look the fir-tree to the school. Then the school children came and
decorated it. They put a red star on the top and hung flags, toys and
apples on the branches. “How beautiful our fir-tree is!” they said. And
the fir-tree was happy.
THE LONELY SNOW-MAN
Snow-man, snow-man, so white,
What do you do alone at night?
Don’t you wish you could run and play
Just as I do during the day?
All day you stand so still
There in the field beside the hill.
With cinder eyes and smiling face,
Aren’t you tired of the same place?
Merry little snowflakes
Dancing through the street,
Flying in our face,
Falling at our feet.
Joyous little snowflakes,
Winter’s wild, white bees
Covering all the flowers,
Dusting all the trees.
Come, children, gather round my knee,
Something is about to be.
Tonight’s December thirty-first,
Something is about to burst.
Hark, it’s midnight, children dear
Duck. Here comes another year!
New things to learn,
A new friend to meet,
A new song to sing,
New joys to greet.
New things to see,
New things to hear
New things to do
It this glad New Year.