The Gift Of The Magi
Della –
Jim –
Madame –
Ведущий
Сцена 1
Della: One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That is all! (считает) One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And tomorrow will be Christmas.( Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out) Tomorrow will be Christmas Day. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. My Jim. I’ve been saving every penny I could for months…and the result…(Подходит к зеркалу, расчесывается щеткой, вдруг ее глаза загораются блеском…распускает волосы и осматривает их) The only precious thing that my Jim has is his pocket watch; it was his father’s and his grandfather’s. I want to buy a chain. I know what to do, how to get money. I’ll sell my beautiful hair.
(Уходит. )
Сцена 2
Салон. Табличка «Madame Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.»
Della: Will you buy my hair?
Madame: I buy hair. Take your hat off and let’s have a look at it.
(Дела распускает волосы)
Madame: Twenty dollars.
Della: Give it to me quick!
(Madame дает деньги, Дела хватает их и выбегает из салона)
Сцена 3
(Делла входит домой. Достает цепочку, рассматривает. Кладет ее на стол, подходит к зеркалу и смотрится в него.)
Della: If Jim doesn’t kill me before he takes a second look at me, he’ll say I look like a chorus girl. But what could I do—oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents? My Jim likes coffee. I’ll do it for him.
(начинает готовить кофе)
Oh, it 7 o’clock the coffee is ready. Jim is never late. (Берет цепочку и садится у двери , рассматривает цепочку и ждет Джима)
(Послышались шаги.)
(падая на колени, и складывает руки – поднимая их шепчет) Please God, make him think I am still pretty!!!!!!
(Отрывается дверь, входит Джим, усталый и серьезный) (Смотрит на Делу и замирает, широко открыв глаза) Пауза!!!
(Дела отходит от стола и идет к Джиму)
Della: Jim, darling!! Don’t look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn’t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice— what a beautiful, nice gift I’ve got for you.
Jim: You’ve cut off your hair?
Della: Cut it off and sold it. Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow? I’m the same person without my hair, right?
Jim: You say your hair is gone?
Della: You needn’t look for it. It’s sold, I tell you-sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it was cut for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I pour you some coffee, Jim?
(Джим очнулся от потрясения) подходит к стулу и из пиджака достает коробочку. Кладет на стол.
Jim: Don’t make any mistake, Dell, about me. I don’t think there’s anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you open that package you may see why you had me frightened at first.
(Дрожащими руками Дела открывает коробочку. Издает вскрик радости и потом звук разочарования)
Прижимает гребень к себе
Della: My hair grows so fast, Jim!
Della: Oh, oh! You haven’t seen my beautiful gift!!!
(Берет цепочку в руки, и раскрывает ладони) (Джил молча уставился на подарок)
Della: Isn’t it wonderful, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it.
(Джим весело подает на диван, запрокидывает руки за голову, нога за ногу)
Jim: Dell, let’s put our Christmas presents away and keep ’em a while. They’re too nice to use just at present. (Поднимается , подходит к Делл, обнимая ее) I sold my watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now why not have some coffee?
Ведущий:The magi, as you know, were wise men—wonderfully wise men—who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones. And here you have seen a story of two young people who most unwisely gave for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days, let it be said that of all who give gifts, these two were the wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
2 ведущий — Волхвы, те, что принесли дары младенцу в яслях, были, как известно, мудрые, удивительно мудрые люди. Они-то и завели моду делать рождественские подарки. И так как они были мудры, то и дары их были мудры. А я тут рассказал вам ничем не примечательную историю про двух глупых молодых людей, которые пожертвовали друг для друга своими величайшими сокровищами. Но да будет сказано в назидание мудрецам наших дней, что из всех дарителей эти двое были мудрейшими. Из всех, кто подносит и принимает дары, истинно мудры лишь подобные им. Везде и всюду. Они и есть волхвы.
«The Ransom of Red Chief»
Действующие лица:
Red Chief: Sergey
Bill: Ivan M.
Sam: Ivan A.
Mr.Dorset: Valentin
Authors: Snezhana, Dasha
Johnny’s friend: Alice
Dasha: Good day , children. I am glad to see you .Today we will speak about books. We all have books. We use books at school and at home. A book is our good friend. We have to care about books. Do you like to read books? Do you know foreign writers?
Snezhana: Books are full of many things
That I would like to know
Books are full of greatest men
That lived long long ago.
Today we will speak about the greatest American writer О. Henry. It is not his real name. Its nickname. The real name is William Sidny Porter.
Dasha: He was born in 1862 in the North Caroline. Now you will see a story of this writer « The kidnapping of Red Chief»
Alice: Hi, I am Johnny’s friend, Peter. And this is his father old Mr. Dorset. Now you can see 2 strange men. Hi, Johnny! We hope you’ll like our story.
Scene1
Bill: Hey, little boy, would you like to go with us?
(Билл схватил ребёнка и потащил за собой. Ребёнок сопротивлялся, но Биллу удалось его схватить) Сидит Билл с пластырем на лице и руках. Ребёнок сидит недалеко, в волосах – раскрашенные страус иные перья. Билл приближается к нему; ребёнок берёт палку:
R.Ch: Ha! You, wicked pale face! Do you dare to enter the camp of Red Chief?
Bill: (осматривает свои раны) we’re playing Indian. He is Red Chief and Iam his prisoner. Tomorrow at sunrise he is going to scalp me. (с презрением) He can kick hard!
Sam: He gave me the name of Snake-eye. He told me that he is going to burn me in the fire at sunrise. Oh, my nose!
Scene2
(Все трое едят. Ребёнок ест куриную ногу. Говорит с паузами после каждого предложения)
R.Ch.: I like it very much. I hate going to school. I want some more bacon. Hey, Give me. My father has a lot of money. What makes your nose so red, Snake-eye? (Вскакивает с места): Is there any pale-face spies hiding there? I’ll kill them!
Sam: Do you want to go home?
R.Ch.: What for? I have no fun at home. I hate going to school. I like camping here. Are you going to take me home, Snake-eye?
( Все трое лежат на полу, R.Ch. между Bill и Sam. R. Ch. Вскакивает и кричит ):
R.Ch.: Somebody is coming. Who is there? (ложится, встает, идёт к Bill, визжит и садится ему на его грудь. Одной рукой держит его волосы, другой нож.): I’ll take of your scalp.
Sam 
отбирает нож и укладывает R.Ch. спать.) Go to bed immediately !
Scene3
Bill to Sam: Sam?
Sam: I want to smoke
Bill: You lie! You are afraid. What shall we do, Sam?
Sam: Parents love their kids even if they are devils. I’ll go. It’s strange, but nobody’s looking for this devil. (Билл стоит у стены. R.Ch. на расстоянии собирается бросить камень.)
Bill: He put a hot potato down my back. Stop it!
R.Ch.: You’ll be sorry for that!(говорит Биллу): nobody has ever hit the Red Chief. (мальчик достаёт рогатку из кармана)
Sam (хватает R.Ch. и трясёт его): I’ll take you home at once. Now, are you going to be good or not?
R.Ch.: I was only playing. I didn’t want to hit him. I’ll be good, Snake-eye.
(Ch. и Bill пожали друг другу руки. Сэм отвёл Билла в сторону)
Scene 4
Sam: We must send a letter to his father, demanding 2000 dollars for the boy’s return.
Scene5
A letter
“ Mr. Dorset! We are hiding your boy in a place which is very far from your town. Don’t look for him. It is useless! So, don’t try! You can have him back only on these terms: we demand 1500$ for his return. If you agree – write a note and send it you’re your messenger tonight at half past 8. A little way from the wood there are 3 large trees on the road. There you’ll find a small paper box. If you do not do as we ask you to do – you will never see your boy again. (читает Mr. Dorset)
Scene6
R.Ch.: You are my horse. I’ll ride on you.
Bill: Oh, my God!
Scene7
Sam: Hi! Where is he?
Bill: Sam, I am a bad friend .The boy’s gone. Everything is lost..
Sam: If your heart strong, you may turn around and look.
(поворачивается и медленно садится на землю)
Scene8
(R.Ch.’s dad находит коробку, бросает письмо и уходит. Sam с биноклем наблюдает. Подходит к коробке, хватает письмо и бежит обратно. Читает письмо.)
Sam: I’m tired of our little friend too. We’ll pay 250$
Scene9
Mr. Dorset: Good day, where is my lovely son? I know he is a good boy, really? What about my money or maybe you want to play with him again?
Sam: No…Take it! (даёт деньги. Отец забирает сына, но тот визжит и бежит за ними. Отец хватает сына и тащит его за собой)
Mr. Dorset: I am not as strong as I used to be, but I think I can promise you 10 minutes.
The Gift of the Magi
Della (a young lady)-Алена
Della’s friend-Аня Кузнецова
Jim (Della’s husband)- Андрей
Hairdresser-Сима
O. Henry -Максим
Shop assistant- Олег
Poem1-Денис
Poem2-Сима
Author 1-Саша
Author 2-Лева
O. Henry: My dear friends, I’m O. Henry, a famous American writer. I’d like to tell you my favorite story. It is on Christmas Eve.
Jim and Della, two young people, husband and wife. They live in a small flat in an old house in New York. They work hard but got very little money. They have two things which are very dear to them- Jim’s gold watch and Della’s beautiful hair. (They are sitting on the sofa in the living room. Della is brushing her hair. Jim is winding his watch.)
Scene1
Della and her friend are in the living room. They are chatting. Della is counting money.
Della: One dollar and eighty-seven cents! That’s all! Next day it will be Christmas! I don’t have a present for Jim!
Della’s friend: Don’t worry! Christmas and what! You can buy a present for him after Christmas.
Della: After? No…
Della’s friend: I think he loves you without presents.
what do you want to buy for him?
Della: You know Jim has a gold watch. It is very dear to him. I want to buy him a gold watch-chain.
Della’s friend: what do you want to get as a Christmas present?
Della: Once I saw beautiful combs in a shop-window …so expensive.
Della’s friend: What beautiful hair you have got! It is so long.
Della: Yes! I have a wonderful idea! I can sell my hair!
Scene 2
At the hairdresser’s.
Della: Hello.
Hairdresser: Hello. How are you?
Della: Fine and you?
Hairdresser: Me too. What can I do for you?
Della: Will you buy my hair?
Hairdresser: Let me have a look at it. Yes, I shall. It’s fine hair…
I can give you 20 dollars.
Della: Thank you!
Scene3
At the shop.
Shop assistant: Good afternoon! Can I help you?
Della: Hello! I’m looking for a watch- chain for my husband.
Shop assistant: We have got different watch-chains made of gold, silver and platinum. Which one do you prefer?
Della: This one. It is just what I wanted. How much is it?
Shop assistant: Twenty-one dollars.
Della: I’ll take it. Thank you
Scene 4
Della: Jim will kill me! I hope he will love me with my new hairstyle. Please, God, make him think I’m still pretty!
Della: Good evening, Jim, darling!
Jim: Oh, my God! Why did you do it?
Della: But my hair will grow again! “ Merry Christmas!”
Jim: You’ve cut off your hair!
Della: But look at my present! Here it is. Where is your watch?
Jim: I’ve bought a present for you too. Merry Christmas! Open this packet, please. Two beautiful combs that you saw in a shop window and wanted for so long.
Della: So beautiful! Oh my God! Where did you take money? Oh no, Jim!
Jim: I sold my gold watch, dear, to get the money for these combs. Let’s put our Christmas presents away, they are too nice to use just at present.
Della: Merry Christmas!
Jim: Merry Christmas, dear!
«Your Name» (Jessica Blade)
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
«My Love» (Tasha Shores)
My love is like an ocean
It goes down so deep
My love is like a rose
Whose beauty you want to keep.
My love is like a river
That will never end
My love is like a dove
With a beautiful message to send.
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авторы: Елена Евгеньевна Полякова , учитель , Астраханская область
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Narrator: I`m going to tell you the story about the poor, the tradition of giving, the north wind and the love.
Just imagine the poorly furnished room with a chair or two and a chest of drawers and a simple bed. In the room a man and a woman are discussing Christmas. He is playing with a watch and her principle feature is long beautiful hair.
Mr. James Dillingham Young.
The name»Dillingham» had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of «Dillingham» looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called «Jim» and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, Della for short. Which is all very good.
Della: Oh, Jim, your lunch. Tomorrow will be Christmas and there`s not a single Christmas card in the mail-box. Ana I`ve wanted so much for you…
Jim: Sh… It will pass, Dell, and by the looks on my grandfather`s watch, you`ve got just enough time to make it to the butcher`s. Bye, Dell.
Narrator: Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim’s gold watch that had been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other was Della’s hair.
Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty’s jewels and gifts.
Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
Della: To-morrow will be Christmas Day, and I have only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. I have been saving every penny I could for Expenses have been greater than I have calculated. Months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn’t go far. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. My Jim. Many a happy hour I have spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling — something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.
Narrator: There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
Della: But crying without reason won`t help a whip.
Narrator: So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her.
‘Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.
Della:Exuse me, Madam! Will you buy my hair?»
Mme Sofronie: We`ve closed.Come back later!
Della: Oh, please, will you buy my hair today.
Mme Sofronie: All right, take off your shawl and let`s have a sight of a look at it.
20 dollars. All right then 21, and not a penny more.
Della: All rght, I`ll take it. Give it to me quick.
Cut my hair off.
In the shop.
Della: Exuse me, Mrs. Selgonton.
Shop assistant: Hello, Della. Have you made up your mind yet?
Della:I`d like to buy that watch fob. How much is it?
Shop assistant:Well, how much have you got, Della?
Della:I`ve got 22 dollars and 87 cents. Oh, Jim might be very proud to check the time with that chain on his watch. Sometimes he doesn`t like it as he`s got only an old leather strap. I`ve been saving for months, I even sold my hair.
Shop assistant:Well, Della, you are in luck. This fob is 22 dollars even.
Della:Oh, I`ll take it.
The shopwindow with combs.
Jim:Dell seems to stop staring at that window almost every day. It`s so important combs that have cut her fancy. But it`ll be a warm day in December before she`ll be able to afford them on my street-car conductor`s pay. Too bad, if there is with hair fit enough to wear those fancy combs, it`s Della. But there`s always someone can do. I`ll sell my watch and buy them for her.
In Jim and Della`s apartment.
Della: If Jim doesn’t kill me before he takes a second look at me, he’ll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do — oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents? Please, God, make him think I am still pretty.»
Della: Jim, darling don’t look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn’t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It’ll grow out again — you won’t mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say ‘Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I’ve got for you.»
Jim: You’ve cut off your hair?»
Della: Cut it off and sold it. Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow? I’m me without my hair, ain’t I?
Jim: You say your hair is gone?
Della: You needn’t look for it. It’s sold, I tell you — sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered, but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?
Jim: Don’t make any mistake, Dell, about me. I don’t think there’s anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you’ll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first.»
Della: My hair grows so fast, Jim!
Isn’t it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it.
Jim: Dell, let’s put our Christmas presents away and keep ’em a while. They’re too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on.
Narrator: The magi, as you know, were wise men — wonderfully wise men — who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.