четверг, 22 марта 2012 г.

A Vision Project

Country:The Republic of Belarus
Name of School:Miory School №3
Grade:5-11
Age of students involved:10-17
Number of students involved:11
                 MY NATIVE LAND
My native land, my lovely lakes and forests,
My heart belongs to you from day when I was born,
I love with all my heart your winters,springs and autumns,
I am awake and feel the touch of cooling morn,
I hear your songs in whisper of the wind,
I see the purity of little blue corn-flower,
That’s great to understand: life’s not just black and white
And you may find a new exclusive color,
So ,close your eyes and feel the depth of dream,
Go on, don’t stop and notice swings of wish,
Imagine your own world where you are the only king,
So try, and may be you can find a fairy keys,
Keys to world, where everybody smile,
No wars, no sadnessand no tears,
Where everybody may fly,
The place of cemetery of the childish fears…
                                                      Katia Bahalei,10th Grade
                                                      2008

       My Red Ballon
On Sunday I went to the park
To watch a swimming duck.
It was so nice as in cartoons
Suddenly I saw a man selling air balloons.

I bought a red one
A balloon was very fun.
I played with it and smiled
I was such a happy child!

The balloon was mine,
But told me:”Bye!”
It wanted to fly
Into the bright blue sky.
That was a sunny day
And my balloon flew high away!
                             Julia Kurash, 13 years old, 7th Grade,
                             2010,

                My Childhood
I always have a happy mood
When I speak about my childhood.
I like to play with dogs
Though I am afraid of frogs.

I always like to play
Every week and every day.
Boys like to play basketball.
Girls like to play with Barbie dolls.

I always have great fun
When I hear fairy-tales told by my mum.
When I ride a bike and when I smile
I am a very happy child!
                          Polina Parshuta ,   13 years old, 7th Grade,
                          2010

The story of a poet

That poet lived in solitude

Without grief and sorrow,

He did not know a gloomy mood,

His dreams were never horrors.

He wrote fine poems all day long,

Then thought about something,

Some pens and notebooks – all he owned,

All other things were nothing.

But once he ran out of ideas

And needed inspiration,

The poet couldn’t live with this,

Being full of desperation.

He went in search of it at down,

Decided to begin with

A neighboring upgraded town.

The heart was filled with tears.

He saw a crowd of people there,

So different, rich and poor,

They all were rushing off somewhere

And didn’t make him sure.

The poet was afraid to talk,

As if he was a dumb,

But suddenly he loudly spoke

(And later got a bump).

Those people didn’t notice him,

Continuing to run,

And maybe they just lived within

The problems of that time.

The poet hardly understood:

No help would come from them…

He went in search to near wood

With thoughts “This is a way”.

A lot of broken shrubs and trees,

Squashed mushrooms in the grass,

Picked, scattered berries - it was seen

By sensitive man’s eyes.

The river full of rubbish made

The old man deeply cry,

Most recently he’d often fed

The fish, which was dead now.

A night was coming on the earth,

The man looked at the sky,

He hoped to see a new star’s birth,

But saw a satellite.

The day was spent, the man was sad,

And nowhere else to go

Muse didn’t let approach a step,

Backwards, the life was thrown.

The poor man sat down on the ground,

Frightened away the dove.

The poet died at that time,

But human was alive.

Helen Karandey , 2012

Ode to love

The thing which really needs to be protected

From evil, cruelty, injustice all the time,

Is only love, once used and then rejected,

As if it brings us a great deal of harm.

We get this very fragile gift to save it,

To carry through the life in safe and sound,

But otherwise it simply will be buried,

And for the rest of life we will go round.

Great love demands a large and deep attention,

So, be prepared to sacrifice a lot.

And if you love, fill senses with affection,

Directing all your prayers just to God.

Love often causes pain, lifts us to heaven,

No need to look here any benefits:

This feeling is so passionate and clear,

That everything is paling near it.

We are all people born equal and happy,

So, each of us can love and can be loved.

Don’t let this fragile sense become some scrappy

And meaningless devotions of lifetime.

Sincere love for life

The flame of fading fire

And sound of the guitar.

No dreams and no desires,

They’re looking at the stars.

A low bank of the river

Is filled with joyful songs.

These guys are boredom killers,

Don’t know of grief at all.

Their friendship is eternal,

No matter where they are,

Their souls exude a vernal,

Sincere love for life.

These stars, they are admiring,

Illuminate the path

In gratitude for having

Been caught by youngsters’ eyes.

Fate blesses their exploits,

The universe helps them,

And no sense to avoid

Some problems: it’s a shame.

Red dawn is approaching,

It’s bringing a new day,

Filled with nor tears, no problems,

But finding the right way.

Our home

At all, I can be anywhere,

Both in the sun and in the rain,

No matter how much from my home,

But there I will feel alone.

Palm trees, the sea can be around,

And yellow sand covers the ground,

I don’t get used to this to end,

Because I’ll miss my native land.

And after years of separation

We’re faced with real reincarnation

Of our minds, of our feelings,

We can’t resort to them with dealings.

What previously seemed mundane

Is really wonderful today!

And our eyes are full of tears,

No pain, no sufferings, no fears.

So, our home’s a paradise,

Which always soothes our cries,

It is a place, where you were born,

Where you will never feel alone.

Helen Karandey , 2012

            Justice – a Rule of the day
You see a lovely sunny day
Without wars, without screams,
Justice’s a ruler of the day,
You’re slowly pluning into dreams.

There is another clear world,
So, reaches,gold mean nothing here,
And people are very fun and honest.
Dissimilation has disappeared.
Only you and your strange thoughts,
Labyrinths, tunes are in your head.
So, you know: in real world
Everyone miscomprehends.

Your heart believes in moral signs,
This mucky world will go away
Andwe will wait for new great times,
Where justice’s a ruler of the day.
               Helen Karandzey, 16 years old, 10th Grade,

               2010, e-mail: www.yalenok.ru@mail.ru

                  Music
When I want to relax,
When my thoughts got mixed up,
I turn on some good tunes,
Listen to them in the dark.

Music heats all my soul,
That’s I need at this time,
I feel every its rhyme,
And my mood becomes fine.

Now I ‘m a hero, prepared
To perform any acts!
Thank you ,music, for help.
Don’t permit to regret.
                    Helen Karandzey, 16 years old, 10th Grade

THE FIRST SNOW

The first snow has dropped out at last! The houses , the trees, the fields are white with snow. The wood is covered with a warm white blabket. All animals have prepared for winter. They sleep in their warm holes peacefully.

There is so much noise in the streets! Heaps of small children are running in the snow. They are shouting and laughing. They are making a snowman and some of them are skiing . Their faces are red and happy. Their eyes are so bright! So, the children are having fun! II think, the first snow is a holiday for everybody: for children and grown-ups!

Margarita Chernyavskaya, 11 years old, 5^th Grade,

2011

Don’t be afraid!

Today we have a lot of fears

We are afraid to loose a head

All our life is full of tears

For us it's hard to make a step

Don't be afraid to dream all night

About bright moments with all your mind

Rejoice like kids, smile, dance and walk

Be bright and noisy, like a firework

Don't be afraid to fall and rise

Down with your fears, just break the ice

And when your mind is full of doubt

Don't get upset, listen to your heart

Don't be afraid to admit you 're wrong

Don't merge with crowd, so, just be strong

I think, we should wake up at dawn

To see the beauty and the storm

You should be free, call out for change

Don't care, if people think you're strange

Don't waste your time, go forward

And you will really change the world!

Nastia Subottko , 17 years old , 11 Grade, 2012

Belovezhskaya Pushcha

Belovezhskaya Pushcha, the Queen of the forests

The kingdom of magic, the kingdom of wonders!

The land of the deer, boars and martens,

The fairy tales of the forests and margins!

Remember, Pushcha, you are great!

I love you deeply, dear land!

Your sunrise in a splendid sight

Which gives me always such delight!

Belovezhskaya Pushcha is always amazing

With its boundless, endless expanses.

Your rives are bubbling and oakery`s swaying

Your beauty’s in songs and dances.
Yury Kashkur, 16 years old ,11 Grade , 2012

Sergei Plisko

Vitebsk Region

Belarus

plisko.di@yandex.ru

Grade 5

Miory School №3

A New Mother Cat

Hi! I’m Sergei Plisko. I’m from Miory, Belarus. I am going to tell you a true story that happened in my neighbour’s family.

Dolly was a small, graceful and very beautiful dog. She was a favourite of the family. Especially the children adored her.

In spring Dolly gave a birth for two puppies. All they looked at their mother with affection, and she took care of them: transferred them from one place to the other carefully, fed and licked her dear children.

In three days there was a disaster: during her walk Dolly was run over by a car. The owners were in great despair. What will be with the little puppies? They were absolutely tiny, blind and helpless.

First of all, the kids put the puppies in a box. They started to whine in some hours. They got hungry. The kids tried to feed the puppies with milk from a pipette. Soon there left nothing. The puppies peeped more persistently.

The owners told to their friends the puppies’ story. They had a cat Smoke by name. Smoke had a kitten. The adults decided to enclose puppies to the cat.

When Smoke saw the strangers, she jumped aside, curved a back in an arch. She approached the puppies in some minutes. The cat started to sniff the foundlings. Puppies felt a warm and fluffy cat, clung to the cat and began to squeak. It seems, that Smoke understood everything. She licked one puppy, then the other one. The cat lay down near her new kids and purred. Puppies quickly found the milk and breathed heavily with pleasure.

So, the cat fed the kitten and two puppies. They became one friendly and united family. It was very interesting to watch this unusual family.

How We Made a Snowman

I like to play in the yard with my friends on a sunny winter day. We sledge, ski, play snowballs with great pleasure. I like to make a snowman and build a snow castle very much. I`d like to tell you how my friends and I made a huge snowman last winter.

The day was warm enough and it was easy to work with snow. First of all, we decided to make one big snowball. My friends and I worked very hard and our snowballs grew very quickly. We put the biggest snowball on the ground. Then we began to lift the second one, out it was so heavy that we couldn`t raise it. So, we decided to call my dad.

My dad helped us to make the body and the head of our snowman. The snowman turned out to be so huge that we had to bring a chair to finish our work. We made hands, legs, a scarf, and buttons from snow. My friend Danila brought a big carrot instead of the snowman`s nose and a big broom. We used coal to make eyes and a mouth.

Our snowman looked wonderful! We were very glad. We looked at each other and laughed. All children and grown-ups liked our snowman. So, it stood in the yard till spring and brought joy to all our neighbours.

Kseniya Buchinskaya
8 years old, 3 Grade 2012

My Pet
I've got a pet. It's a dog. Its name is Ralf. It has got big ears,big eyes and a black nose. It's white. Ralf is 4 years old. It can run, swim and jump. I go for a walk with Rulf every day. Ralf is very clever and funny. My dog likes to eat meat and bones. I like my pet very much.

Maxim Pischylyonok

10 years old,

5 Grade, 2012

The Hero of Our Time

Hello! I`m Maxim Pishchulyonok. I`m from Belarus. I live in the small town of Miory, Vitebsk region. I go to school №3. I am in the 5th class. All the students of our grade are the young pioneers. Our pioneer unit has got the name of Egor Tomko. There is a street in our town which is also named after Egor Tomko. I wanted to know more about this man. This is what I have learnt.

Egor Tomko was born on the 3rd of August, 1935 in the village of Leonovtsy, Miorsky District, Vitebsk Region. He went to school №1 in Miory. Egor didn`t betray his friends. One day, the boy was sitting on the window-sill. Somebody pushed him and Egor broke the window. So, the boy took the blame on himself. His family was poor. These parents had to work very hard to earn their living. Egor helped his parents working in the garden. At night the boy was doing his homework. Egor graduated from school with a gold medal. The boy had always been dreaming of becoming a sailor. As a young man he served in the navy. For the first time in the history of the USSR he managed to sail the two submarines under the Arctic ice. Egor Tomko was awarded the title of the Hero of the Soviet Union for successful fulfillment of this very difficult task. He was commander-in-chief of the 11th division of the Atomic Submarines. Egor Tomko retired from the Navy as a Vice-Admiral. This brave and noble man died on April 1, 2008 in St. Petersburg. Egor Tomko is awarded with a lot of Medals for his courage and bravery. There is a history museum at our school, where you can see the exhibits: documents, a uniform, photos, that tell us about this brave hero of our time. I’m proud, that there are such people like Egor Tomko in our time and in our country. They teach us to love our Motherland and do our best to make our native land more beautiful, rich and happy.

четверг, 22 декабря 2011 г.

MIORY SECONDARY SCHOOL #3, VITEBSK REGION, BELARUS

пятница, 9 декабря 2011 г.

MY SCHOOL -YOUR SCHOOL PROJECT

COUNTRY: The Republic of Belarus

NAME OF SCHOOL: School #3 Miory

GRADE: 8

AGE OF STUDENTS INVOLVED: 13 -14

NUMBER OF STUDENTS INVOLVED: 10

E-MAIL: urb.gala@mail.ru

We think we can make a long speech about our school. It is school number 3 in Miory Vitebsk region, Belarus. It’s a three-storied building, rather plain from outside but more attractive inside. So, we’ll take you around the school.

The ground floor as in most schools is for junior pupils. There’s always so much noise there. There’s also a library and a canteen on the ground floor. The gymnasium is attached to it. Our gym is really very good. It’s large and tidy and the pupils are always welcome there.

The first floor is all occupied by classes studying various subjects: mathematics, chemistry, biology, English of course and other subjects. The pride of our school is the Museum of Books and Printing and the Ethnographical Museum. They are the best in our Republic. The founder of our school museums ,the talented teacher of History Ermalyonak V.A. is awarded the State Prize for the National Revival.

There is a UNESCO club "Adradzheennie" in our school. We are proud of our membership in thes organisations. The pupils of our school take part in Winter Academies, Summer Universities, BELAMUN Conferences and other very interesting events organized by UNESCO Association in Belarus.

Near the school there is a big playground and a beautiful apple- tree garden.

We like the friendly atmosphere at our school.

We can not say we are good at all the subjects we study at school. We like English and History and Chemistry best of all. We usually have our English classes at our English study, we use a CD centre, a tape recorder, a computer. In general, we think we get good knowledge in many subjects. We have very good teachers. We like teachers who are patient, happy and don’t shut.

Most pupils of our school take part in extra class activities. We prepare concerts for the pupils and the parents on different holidays. Most concerts are the best. The aim of my school is to develop student’s talents and abilities. Our school provides high quality education, so that all our pupils have the opportunity to achieve their potential. After classes we go to our local art school, we enjoy dancing classes and playing the piano there. On Saturday we attend handicraft classes and intellectual club “What? Where? When?” and we go to a dancing club.

We think we will always remember our school years as the happiest in our life.

The students of 8th Grade, participants of "My School - Your School" project.

вторник, 24 мая 2011 г.

ENO Tree Planting Day

вторник, 15 марта 2011 г.

Интернет-семинар "Обучение иностранному языку на I ступени общего среднего образования"

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Hi! I’m Alexander Pateenok. I’m from Belarus, Miory, Vitebsk Region. I’d like to tell you some stories from the life of my dear grandparents connected with World War II.

Victory Day is a great holiday in our family. It is because my mum’s parents took part in World War II. I remember when in my childhood my sister and I visited a small village of Slobodka, Braslav Region where our grandparents lived at that time. One evening my sister and I were playing hide-and-seek. I hid in a big old wardrobe. Having hidden my heard in clothes, I felt something cold. My hands touched something round. My sister moved apart clothes and we saw our grandfather’s costume with lots of medals. Near it there was my grandmother’s jacket with medals too. We knew that our grandparents took part in the Great Patriotic War but we had never seen their awards. There was a great desire to ask them about this terrible war. My grandfather put on his suit with medals. We sat down on the sofa near him and the granddad started to tell his story about war. My mother, my sister and I wrote down these valuable memoirs . We have already been keeping them for five years as a family relic.

My grandfather’s name is Cherkas Michael Boleslavovich. He was born on November7,1926 in the village of Melevtsy Braslav district. When World War II began, he lived with his relatives on the occupied territory and worked on the farm. Soon punititive expeditions began. During the first one my grandad hid in a potato field and was lying there all day long. Next time fascists captured him (it was in October 1943) and sent in a column together with other captured people to Braslav. There was a ghetto for some days until the Germans didn’t have certain quantity of people. Then all of them were sent from Braslav to the city of Dukshtas. The fascists were on horses and the Belarusians were going on foot. There were a lot of children with their parents among the captured people. Grandfather remembers how one teenager tried to run away in the bushes and how he was cut off on the apot by automatic turn. There was a shock from the first seen death. Nobody had a desire to run away then. The captured people were transported by railway to Eastern Prussia. In the city of Senseburg there was a concentration camp. My grandfather stayed there for some time but soon he was redeemed to work for the landowner Okko. But at first my grandfather’s muscles on his hands were checked. Okko’s wife opened his mouth with a stick and checked up his teeth. My grandfather was spld for 17 marks as a slave on a slave market. One more woman was redeemed together with him. Her name was Anna Andreevna Kuzmina. She was also from Braslav district and had 4 children. The woman was the wife of the commissioner of a partisan’s group but she didn’t tell about it. They lived in the village of Zibengeffen, Sensburg territory. My grandfather grazed cows and helped to milk them. In January 1945 he was released by the Soviet Army solders. Many people were put in a train and brought to the city of Grodno, then they were put to prison. It is very difficult for my grandfather to recollect all these events. There were many prisoners and the sea of lice! There were so many lice that it was useless to press them! People took them handfuls in a mouth, pressed them in a mouth and then spat them out! To my grandfather’s luck Kuzmina A.A. was near him all the time. She looked after him as my grandfather was under 19 years old and didn’t look his age. She was the first to be asked for interrogation. She told at once that she was the wife of a commissioner of a partisan’s group and the attitude to her became another at once. After all people were not guilty that they were forced to work for the Germans. She told them everything about my grandfather. Then he was asked for interrogation. The attitude to him was scornful. My grandfather remembers the officer’s reproach that he had been grazing the cows in Germany and his coevals were defending their Motherland. My grandfather answered that he was ready to join the Soviet Army with pleasure and to take part in battles against the enemy and to go on front. Some documents were made and he wasn’t moved to that barrack with lice… After some time he was sent near Polotsk for ten days in a teaching department where my grandfather took a short course of a young soldier. He had time to write a letter to his sweet home of Melevtsy. In ten days Michael Cherkas became a private soldier of the 67^th shooting regiment of the 1^st Belarus Front.

The attack storm of Berlin became an unforgettable event for my grandfather He remembers dazzling light of many projectors and many hours’ artillery attack. The whole Berlin lay in ruins. In one of the parks my grandfather was wounded in a nape. One can touch the splinter in it. His eyes were filled with sand. My grandfather became blind for some time. Then he was sent to hospital in VIttensberge. He was lucky to be made a complicated operation on his eyes by one professor and gradually grandad’s sight was restored. At the front my granddad became a member of the Komsomol Organisation.

The war came to an end. The part where my grandfather served was thrown to the Moldavien Soviet Republic, in the city of Chernovtsy and then in Kremenets of the Ukrainian Soviet Republic. He was a reconnaissance, a submachine gunner. He is awarded with some medals “For a victory over Germany”, an award of Patriotic War of the 1^st grade, with many anniversary medals. After the war my grandfather graduated from Borisov Teaching College and was working as a teacher of junior classes at Slobodka School for the rest of his life… My grandfather was given the rank of the Deserved Teacher of the BSSR for his honest work. Now he is retired but can’t live without work. That’s why he began to make beautiful and unique things from straw. Now my granddad is a national master known not only in Belarus but abroad too. As you see, the destiny of my grandfather, the veteran of World War II was complicated, full of misfortune. But at the same time my dearest grandfather considers himself to be a happy person.

And now about my grandmother, Cherkas Ksenia Ivanovna. She graduated from Vitebsk Teachers’ Training College before the war. She worked as a teacher in the settlement of Bigosovo of Vitebsk Region. She got married to Grigory Molohov, a Moscovite who worked as a chief of a raiway station. Then she entered a correspondence education department at the Pedagogical Institute. And suddenly the war began. Already in September the fascists suggested her teaching local population in the German language.

But my grandmother refused to do it because she was the member of the Komsomol organization. Her husband joined the partisans’ group. My granny colleted and gave the necessary information to the partisans, looked for products, went on reconnaissance in the town of Shumilino, Vitebsk Region. She forwarded the wounded soldiers through a railway crossing protected by the Germans. In August 1942 she participated in blasting of a German echelon with military equipment and tanks between the villages of Jazvino and Old Selo. The Germans sent retaliatory groups for destruction of partisans in the woods. The group in which my grandmother was had 12 people. It was a diversionary group. Grigory Goncharov was its commander and Nikolay Miroshnichenko was his assistant. During the retaliatory expeditions the group was relocated into the woods of Rossnshchina, Vitebsk Region. My grandmother made her way towards the front line, met cargo planes, delivered products, weapons for the partisans’ group. She sewed shirts and trousers for partisans from parachute material. Soon her husband Grigory Molokhov was appointed as the commander- in –chief of the partisans’ group. At the end of September, 1943 a child was born in their family. It was my aunt Claudia, my mother’s sister. There were hard years for my granny. Fascists burnt down villages, shot their inhabitants. But Victory Day came! It was the happiest day for all our Soviet people. My grandmother worked as a teacher after the war .In1944 her first husband Grigory Molohov died and in 1952 she got married to my grandfather Cherkas Michael Boleslavovich. They have lived happily for 54 years together and had two children: my mother and my uncle.

I’m very proud of my grandparents. They give us their grandchildren, my sister and me a good example to follow.

I and my grandfather.

Grandfather in Berlin. June, 1945.

Grandad in the "Slavyansky bazar" in Vitebsk.

My grandfather is on Victory Day.

My grandmother is 18 years old.

The grandmother for 35 years has been working as a headmistress in a kindergarten. 1956.

My grandmother.

My grandfather and grandmother, my sister and I. 2002.

среда, 2 марта 2011 г.

March of frogs

Hi to everybody! We’re from Belarus, Miory, School #3,Vitebsk Region. It’s the first time our students have participated in the March of Frogs. 488 students and teachers took part in the campaign and they gave 588 pledges. The readers of the local children’s library, the children from kindergarten #3 joined us. 689 people took part in this nobal campaign who gave 990 pledges. We hope that the March of Frogs will become a new school tradition and will be held in all three schools of our town every year. We also hope that more and more people will become environmentally friendly in our town.