Презентация по английскому языку по теме: Rainbow-flower by Valentin Katayev

Rainbow-flower by Valentin Katayev

Biography

Katayev Valentin Petrovich - very popular, especially in Soviet times, writer, journalist, playwright, prose writer, poet and screenwriter. Kataev himself developed a style he called "lyrical diary," mixing  autobiography   and  fiction .

In 1974, for his many years of literary work was awarded the title Hero of Socialist Labor. According to his works, many theatrical productions, art and documentary films and cartoons were created. V.P. Katayev was born in Odessa in 1897, on January 16 th . He began writing while he was still in  gimnaziya  (high school).

Valentin Katayev also created a lot of works for children and youth, here he showed new facets of his work. In the early 40's he began to print his fairytales "Fife and a pitcher", "Golubok", "Tsvetik-Semitsvetik."

And in 1945 the fairy tale "Zhemchuzhinka" and "Stump" come out, in which he delicately discusses moral issues.

"Tsvetik-Semitsvetik" is a fairy tale by Valentin Katayev, written in 1940. Dedicated to the writer Boris Levin. Valentin Katayev dedicated a story about a girl with a magic flower to the writer Boris Levin. After the tragic news of his death, the idea of the work appears. With the help of a fairy tale, the author wanted to teach young readers compassion. And use examples to explain: what is happiness, and what can lead to greed.

First published in Literaturnaya Gazeta (1940, February 10) and Murzilka magazine (1940, No. 2); later reprinted several times and included in children's anthologies.

The work became the basis for the animated films "Tsvetik-Semitsvetik" (1948) and "the Last petal" (1977), as well as the short film of the same name (1968). The fairy tale "Tsvetik-Semitsvetik" has a very instructive character.

The fairy tale "Tsvetik-Semitsvetik" by V. p. Katayev is an amazing and instructive story about how important it is to be able to wish right and good things and how to avoid unnecessary and even harmful desires.

Here was once a girl, named Zhenya.

ONE DAY HER MOTHER SENT HER

TO THE BAKERY FOR SOME BREAD-RINGS.

ZHENYA BOUGHT SEVEN BREAD-RINGS:

Two with caraway-seeds for her father, two with

poppy-seeds for her mother, two with sugar coating for herself, and a

little pink one for her brother Pavlik. The bread-rings were on a string,

just like beads. Zhenya started back for home with the string of

bread-rings. She walked along, looking up and down, reading the signs on

the way, just passing the time of day. Meanwhile, a strange dog came up to

her from behind and began eating the bread-rings. First it ate the ones

for her father with caraway-seeds, then the ones for her mother with

poppy-seeds, then her own two that had sugar coating on them.

Zhenya suddenly felt that the string of bread-rings was very light. She

turned around, but it was too late. There was nothing but the string left

in her hand, and the dog was just swallowing the last piece of Pavlik's

little pink bread-ring and licking its chops.

"Oh, you horrid dog!" Zhenya cried and ran after it. She ran and

ran, but couldn't catch it.

Finally, she got lost. When she stopped, she saw that she was in a

strange place. There were no big houses there, just very little ones.

Zhenya began to cry. Suddenly, an old woman appeared.

"Why are you crying, little girl?" she asked. And so Zhenya told the

old woman what had happened.

The old woman was sorry for Zhenya. She led her to her little garden

and said: "Don't cry. I will help you. I don't have any bread-rings, and I

don't have any money either, but there is a very special flower growing in

my garden. It is a rainbow-flower and it can do anything you ask it to.

I can see that you are a good girl, even though you are absent-minded.

I will give you the rainbow-flower and it will help you.“

With these words the old woman picked a very pretty flower from one

of the flower-beds. It looked like a daisy. It had seven thin petals and

each one was of a different colour. One was yellow, one red, one blue, one

green, one orange, one violet, and one light-blue.

  "This is not an ordinary flower," the old woman said. "It can make

any wish come true. All you have to do is tear off a petal, throw it up in

the air and say:

Fly, petal, oh-

East to West you go.

Then North to South

And turn about.

Touch the ground, do,

Make my wish come true.

Then you say what your wish is. And it will come true."

  Zhenya thanked the old woman. She went out of the garden gate and suddenly

remembered that she was lost and didn't know how to get home.

She wanted to turn around and ask the old woman to take her to the nearest

militiaman, but both the little garden and the old woman had disappeared.

What should she do? Zhenya was just about to start crying as usual, she

even crinkled up her nose, and then, suddenly, she remembered about the

magic flower. She would soon see if it was really such a wonderful flower!

Zhenya tore off the yellow petal, threw it up and said:

Fly, petal, oh-

East to West you go.

Then North to South

And turn about.

Touch the ground, do,

Make my wish come true.

MAKE ME BACK HOME AGAIN WITH THE BREAD-RINGS!

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she was back in her

own house, holding a string of bread-rings!

Zhenya gave them to her mother and thought: "This is really a

wonderful flower. I'll put it in the prettiest vase we have!"

Zhenya was only a little girl, so she climbed up on a chair and

stretched her hand towards her mother's favourite vase that stood on the

top shelf. Just then some crows flew by the window. And of course Zhenya

had to know exactly how many of them there were - seven or eight? She

opened her mouth and began to count on her fingers when - bang! - the vase

toppled off the shelf and crashed into a million pieces.

"My goodness, what a child!" her mother called angrily from the

kitchen. "What have you broken this time? I hope it's not my favourite

vase!"

"Oh, no, Mummie! I didn't break anything!" Zhenya shouted. She

quickly tore off the red petal, threw it up and whispered:

Fly, petal, oh-

East to West you go.

Then North to South

And turn about.

Touch the ground, do,

Make my wish come true.

MAKE MUMMIE'S BEST VASE WHOLE AGAIN!

  No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the tiny pieces began

moving towards each other and fitting themselves together.

Her mother came in from the kitchen - and there was her favourite

vase sitting prettily on the top shelf as always! Zhenya's mother shook

her finger at her, just in case, you know, and sent her out to play in the

yard.

When Zhenya went outside she saw the boys in the yard were playing -

they were Arctic explorers. They were sitting on a pile of old boards and

had a stick stuck into the sand nearby.

"Can I play, too?" she asked.

"Ha! Of course not. Can't you see, this is the North Pole! We don't

take girls along to the North Pole."

"That's not the North Pole, it's only a pile of boards."

"It's not boards, it's ice floes. Go away and don't bother us! Can't

you see the ice is beginning to crack?"

"Then you won't let me play?"

"No. Go away!"

"Think I care? I can get to the North Pole without any of you. Only

it won't be this awful pile of boards, it'll be the real North Pole. So

there!" Zhenya went off into a corner of the yard, took the rainbow-flower

from her pocket, tore off the blue petal, threw it up and said:

Fly, petal, oh-

East to West you go.

Then North to South

And turn about.

Touch the ground, do,

Make my wish come true.

MAKE ME BE AT THE NORTH POLE THIS MINUTE !

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than suddenly a terrible

blizzard was howling all around, the sun disappeared, everything became

black, and the earth spun around under her feet like a top.

Zhenya found herself all alone at the North Pole, in her little

summer dress and nothing on her bare feet but sandals: And the frost was

just terrible!

"Oh, Mummie, I'm freezing!" she wailed, but her tears turned into

icicles and hung from the tip of her nose. Meanwhile, seven polar bears

had suddenly appeared from behind an ice hill and started towards her. One

was more horrible than the next: the first was jumpy, the second was mean,

the third was grumpy, the fourth was lean, the fifth had a cap, the sixth

liked to scrap, and the seventh was the biggest of all.

Zhenya was scared to death. With frozen fingers she tore off the

green petal, threw it up and shouted at the top of her voice:

Fly, petal, oh-

East to West you go.

Then North to South

And turn about.

Touch the ground, do,

Make my wish come true.

MAKE ME BE BACK

IN OUR YARD RIGHT NOW !

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she was back in the

yard. And the boys were making fun of her.

"Where's your North Pole, smarty?"

"I was just there."

"Well, we didn't see you there. Prove it!"

"See, I still have an icicle here."

"That's no icicle, it's a piece of fuzz, silly!"

Zhenya decided that the boys were horrid and she'd never play with them

again. So she went into the next yard to play with the girls.

There she saw that the girls had a lot of toys.

One had a doll carriage, one had a ball, one had a skipping-rope, one had a tricycle, and

one had a big talking doll with a doll's hat on and a pair of doll’s galoshes.

Zhenya was terribly unhappy. Her eyes even turned as green as a

cat's from envy.

"Hm! I'll show you who has the best toys!" she thought.

She pulled the rainbow-flower from her pocket and tore off the

orange petal. She threw it up and said:

Fly, petal, oh-

East to West you go.

Then North to South

And turn about.

Touch the ground, do,

Make my wish come true.

MAKE ALL THE TOYS IN THE WORLD MINE !

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than toys began rushing

towards her from all sides.

The first to come, of course, were the dolls. They blinked their

eyes and said "Ma-ma. Ma-ma" over and over again.

At first Zhenya was very pleased. But in a few minutes there were so many

dolls that they filled up the yard, their little street, two big avenues

and half the square. No one could move without stepping on a doll.

No one could hear anything 'except the dolls' chattering "Ma-ma, ma-ma!"

Can you imagine the noise five million talking dolls can make? And there

were at least that many. And these were only dolls from Moscow. The dolls

from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kiev, Lvov and other cities had not yet arrived.

They were squawking like parrots on every road of the Soviet Union.

Zhenya was getting worried. But this was only the beginning. After the

dolls came rubber balls which were rolling along by themselves. Then came

the marbles and scooters, tricycles, toy tractors and cars. Skipping-ropes

were crawling along the ground like snakes, they got tangled underfoot and

made the nervous dolls squeak louder still.

Millions of toy airplanes, blimps, and gliders were flying through

the air. Paper parachutes were coming down from the sky like snow and got

caught in the telephone wires and the trees. All traffic in the city

stopped. The militiamen at the crossings climbed the nearest lamp-posts

and didn't know what to do.

"Stop, stop!" Zhenya screamed. "That's enough! I don't want any

more! I don't need so many toys! I was only fooling. I'm scared...." Ah,

but who would listen to her? The toys kept pouring in. The whole city was

filled with toys. Zhenya ran upstairs - the toys followed her. Zhenya

rushed out on her balcony - the toys followed her. Zhenya ran up to the

attic - the toys followed her there, too. Zhenya climbed up on the roof

and hurriedly tore off the violet petal. She threw it up and quickly said:

Fly, petal, oh-

East to West you go.

Then North to South

And turn about.

Touch the ground, do,

Make my wish come true.

MAKE ALL THE TOYS GO BACK TO THE TOY SHOPS !

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than all the toys

disappeared. Then Zhenya looked at the rainbow-flower and saw that there

was only one petal left.

"Oh dear!" she said. "I've used up six petals already and I've had

no fun from any of them. Well, I'll be smarter next time.“

Then Zhenya looked at the rainbow-flower and saw that there was only one petal left.

"Oh dear!" she said. "I've used up six petals already and I've had

no fun from any of them. Well, I'll be smarter next time.“

Zhenya walked along the street, thinking.

"What else should I wish for? I know, I'll wish for a pound of chocolate candy. No, I think I'd rather have a pound of peppermints. No,I'll have half a pound of chocolates, half a pound of peppermints, a package of halvah, a bag of nuts, and I might as well get a pink bread-ring for Pavlik. But what's the use? What if I get all that candy? I'll eat it up and have nothing left.

No, I better wish for a tricycle. No, that's no good. I'll have a couple of rides on it and then the boys will probably take it away. And they'll hit me if I don't give them rides!

I think I'll buy myself a ticket to the movies or to the circus. That's a lot of fun. But maybe I'd better ask for a new pair of sandals? That's also nice. But then, what's the use of a new pair of sandals? I can ask for something much better than that. The main thing is not to be in a hurry."

This was what Zhenya was thinking about as she walked along. Suddenly she saw a very nice boy sitting quietly on a bench.

He had big blue eyes that looked merry. The boy was really nice, you could see he wasn't a bully.

Zhenya decided to make friends with him. She came up close, so close that she could see her own face mirrored in his eyes:

there were her braids touching her shoulders.

"Hello. What's your name?" she asked.

"Vitya. What's your name?"

"Zhenya. Let's play tag."

"I can't. I'm lame."

And then Zhenya saw that he had on a big ugly shoe with a very thick

sole.

"Oh, that's too bad!" she said. "I like you and it would have been a

lot of fun to play tag."

"I like you too, and I know it would have been a lot of fun to play

tag with you. But I can't. I'll never be able to. I'm crippled for life."

"Don't be silly, Vitya!" Zhenya said and took the precious

rainbow-flower from her pocket. "Look!"

She carefully tore off the last petal, the light-blue one, and held

it up to her eyes for a second. Then she opened her fingers, let it fly

off, and sang in a high, happy voice:

Fly, petal, oh-

East to West you go.

Then North to South

And turn about.

Touch the ground, do,

Make my wish come true.

MAKE VITYA WELL AGAIN !

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Vitya jumped up from

the bench and began playing tag with her. He ran so fast that Zhenya could

not catch him, no matter how hard she tried.

THE END