Նախագծի մասնակիցներ՝ 6-8-րդ դասարանների սովորողներ
Նախագծի տևողությունը` մարտի 27-31
Նախագծի նպատակը՝ խթանել հղկված, մշակված, գեղեցիկ, սահուն, արտահայտչամիջոցներով հարուստ խոսքի զարգացմանը։
Կայքեր, որոնցից կարող եք ընտրել նյութեր և թարգմանել՝
- Ռուսերենից հայերեն՝ ժամանակակից առակներ
- Անգլերենից հայերեն՝ անգլերեն տեքստեր
- Այլ. ձեր ընտրությամբ
Կարող եք նաև դուք պրպտել և գտնել հետաքրքիր, ճանաչողական նյութր և թարգմանել։ Պարտադիր է, որ թարգմանությանդ կցես բնագիրը(այն տեքստը, որը թարգմանել ես հայերեն)։
Արդյունքում՝ Հետաքրքիր ճանաչողական տեքստերի թարգմանում, փաթեթների ստեղծում, հրապարակում բլոգներում
There was once a little Kid whose growing horns made him think he was a grown-up Billy Goat and able to take care of himself. So one evening when the flock started home from the pasture and his mother called, the Kid paid no heed and kept right on nibbling the tender grass. A little later when he raised his head, the flock was gone.
He was all alone. The sun was sinking. Long shadows came creeping over the ground. A chilly little wind came creeping with them making scary noises in the grass. The Kid shivered as he thought of the terrible Wolf. Then he started wildly across the field, bleating for his mother. But not halfway, near a clump of trees, there was the Wolf!
The Kid knew there was little hope for him.
“Please, Mr. Wolf,” he said trembling, “I know you are going to eat me. But first please pipe me a tune, for I want to dance and be merry as long as I can.”
The Wolf liked the idea of a little music before eating, so he struck up a merry tune and the Kid jumped and frisked gaily.
Meanwhile, the flock was moving slowly homeward. In the still evening air the Wolf’s piping carried far. The Shepherd Dogs pricked up their ears. They recognized the song the Wolf sings before a feast, and in a moment they were racing back to the pasture. The Wolf’s song ended suddenly, and as he ran, with the Dogs at his heels, he called himself a fool for turning a piper to please a Kid, when he should have stuck to his butcher’s trade.
Once there was a little kid whose growing horns made him think he was a big Billy Goat and could take care of himself. So one evening when the herd went home from the pasture and his mother called, the Child paid no attention and continued to nibble on the tender grass. A moment later, when he looked up, the smell was gone.
He was completely alone. The sun was setting. Long shadows crept across the ground. A chilly little wind came with them, making eerie noises in the grass. The child trembled as he thought of the dire Wolf. Then he started wildly across the field, panting for his mother. But not half way, near a pile of trees was the Wolf.
The child knew there was little hope for him.
“Please, Mr. Wolf,” she said trembling, “I know you’re going to eat me.” But first, let me have a tune, because I want to dance and be happy while I can.
The wolf liked the idea of a little music before eating, so he played a happy tune and Ulik jumped and cheered.
Meanwhile the herd was slowly moving towards home. In the quiet evening air, the Wolf’s pipes carried away. The shepherd dogs pierced their ears. They recognized the song that the Wolf sings before the feast, and at one point they ran into the pasture. The wolf’s song ended suddenly, and as he ran, the dogs at his heels, he called himself a fool for making a pipe to please the child, when he should have stuck to his butcher’s trade.