Урок-инсценировка для 6 класса «Hobbit, or There and Back Again» (script for a school theatre)

Данная форма урока  поможет повысить интерес к предмету изучения английского языка, создать ситуацию успеха для развития познавательной активности учащихся.

Создание оптимальных условий для совершенствования речевых навыков иноязычной речи, отработка произношение английских звуков и слов, практика в умении воспринимать и воспроизводить иноязычную речь, учить работать в коллективе .являются основными задачами данной формы урока

Урок-инсценировка для 6 класса «Hobbit, or There and Back Again»

(script for a school theatre)

учитель английского языка Палецкая Ирина Викторовна

Цель: повысить интерес к предмету изучения английского языка, создать ситуацию успеха для развития познавательной активности учащихся

Задачи: создание оптимальных условий для совершенствования речевых навыков иноязычной речи, отработать произношение английских звуков и слов ,практиковать в умении воспринимать и воспроизводить иноязычную речь, учить работать в коллективе.

Форма мероприятия: групповая

Тип мероприятия: творческий

The Characters:

Hobbit

Dwarf Dwalin

Old Dwarf Balin

Kili and Fili

Dory

Nori

Ori

Oyn

Gloin

Gandalf Bifur

Bofur

Bombur

Thorin

Hobbit: In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.And once they knocked in the hole. Just when I was about to drink tea, and then Bilbo, that's my name, remembered everything and ran to the door.

Hobbit: I am so sorry to keep you waiting!, but it's not Gandalf, but some…

Dwarf Dwalin: Dwalin, at your service.

Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins - at yours! I am just about to take tea, pray come and have some with me?

(The doorbell rang again, even louder than before.)

Hobbit: Excuse me! So you have got here at last!

(said the hobbit and ran to open it):

Old Dwarf Balin: I see they have begun to arrive already, Balin, at your service.

Hobbit:Thank you! Have they begun to arrive? I like visitors, but I like to know them before they arrived, and I prefer to ask them myself. Come along in, and have some tea!

Old Dwarf Balin:A little beer would suit me better if it is all the same to you, my good sir.But I don't mind some seed-cake, if you have any.

Hobbit: Lots!

(As soon as the bell rang - once and again!)

Hobbit: Gandalf for certain this time. — Oh no! What can I do for you, my dwarves?

(Two more gnomes appeared. Both carried a bag with working tools and a shovel. They also quickly darted through the half-open door).

Gnomes Kili and Fili: Kili, at your service! And Fili!

(And they both tore off their blue hoods and bowed low.)

Hobbit: At yours and your family's !

Kili: Dwalin and Balin here already! Let us join the throng!

Hobbit: Throng! I don't like the sound of that. I really must sit down for a minute and collect my wits, and have a drink.

(He had scarcely managed to perch in a corner, when suddenly - ding-ding-ding-ding! - the bell rang again.)

Hobbit: Someone at the door!

Fili: Some four, I should say by the sound. Besides, we saw them coming along behind us in the distance.

Dory: at your service, ale, please.

Nori: at your service , coffee, please.

Ori: at your service, tea, please.

Oyn: -at your service , porter, please.

Gloin: at your service , coffee, please.

Chorus: cupcakes, please.

(The hobbit collapsed into a chair in the hallway, put his head in his hands and began to think.)

Hobbit: Are they all staying for supper?!

(Suddenly there was ... not a call, but a loud knock. Someone was pounding on it with a stick!)

(Leaning on a staff, Gandalf stood and laughed).

Gandalf: Calm down, calm down! It is not like you, Bilbo, to keep friends waiting on the mat, and then open the door like a pop-gun! Let me introduce Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and especially Thorin!

Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Thorin (in chorus): -At your service!

Gandalf: Now we are all here! Quite a merry gathering! I hope there is something left for the late-comers to eat and drink! What's that? Tea!

Thorin: Gooseberry jam would be nice.

Bifur: -Аnd apple-tart.

Bofur: And mince pies, and cheese,

Bombur: And pork pie and salad.

The rest of the gnomes: And more cakes, and ale, and coffee, if you don't mind!

Gandalf: Put on a few eggs, there's a good fellow! And just bring out the cold chicken and pickles!

Hobbit: Seems to know as much about the inside of my larders as I do myself!

(He completely lost his temper, turned purple and got angry.)

Hobbit: Confusticate and bebother these dwarves!

Hobbit: I suppose you will all stay to supper?

Thorin: Of course!And after. We shan't get through the business till late, and we must have some music first. Now to clear up.

(The hobbit ran after him and literally squealed in fright)

Hobbit: Please be careful!Please, don't trouble! I can manage.

All the dwarves responded with a song:

Chip the glasses and crack the plates!

Blunt the knives and bend the forks!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates—

Smash the bottles and burn the corks!

Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!

Pour the milk on the pantry floor!

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!

Splash the wine on every door!

Dump the crocks in a boiling bawl;

Pound them up with a thumping pole;

And when you've finished, if any are whole,

Send them down the hall to roll!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

So, carefully! carefully with the plates!

Thorin:

Now for some music!” said Thorin. “Bring out the instruments!”

Kili and Fili: we have fiddles;

Dori, Nori and Ori: we brought out flutes;

Bombur: I brought a drum;

Bifur and Bofur: and here are our clarinets.

Dwalin, Balin, Thorin: our viols and harps.

(Everyone began to play, such unexpected, such sweet, melodious music poured out.)

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep,

In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord

There many a gloaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought, and light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung

The dragon-fire, in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day,

To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves

And harps of gold; where no man delves

There lay they long, and many a song

Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread;

The trees like torches biased with light,

The bells were ringing in the dale

And men looked up with faces pale;

The dragon's ire more fierce than fire

Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;

The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.

They fled their hall to dying -fall

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim

To dungeons deep and caverns dim

We must away, ere break of day,

To win our harps and gold from him!

Hobbit: As they sang I felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through me, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves.

Gandalf: Then something Tookish woke up inside me, and I wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.