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Заняття 24

Тема: Подорож на авто. Драматизація діалогів.

Вид заняття: лекція-семінар

Мета: Читання і переклад тексту художнього напрямку, пов’язаного із подорожжю на авто. Розвиток навичок перекладу текстів без опори на перекладені слова та словосполучення, виконання вправ, складання синонімів або антонімів, висловлювання власної думки щодо запропонованих стверджень, які стосуються даного заняття. Драматизація діалогів. Умовні речення 3 типу.

Обладнання: дошка, словники, підручники, роздатковий матеріал.

Література: л.3 стор.34-37, Betty Schrampfer ‘English Grammar’ p.418-420.

Хід заняття:

1.Вступ. Організаційний момент. Повідомлення теми та мети заняття. Введення в іншомовне середовище: обговорення прислів’я.

Dear students! Today we’ll talk about the problems of driving. We’ll also dramatize the dialogue and answer the questions.

2. Повторення домашнього завдання.

Завершення тексту відповідними словами із рамки. – Read the text and translate it. Complete the text with words from the box.

can	can	can	must	must
required to	must not	should	allowed to	do not have to

Driving in Sydney

Overseas visitors can use their usual driving licenses in New South Wales but must have proof that they are simply visiting. You are also required to carry your license with you whenever you are driving. You must not drive without wearing a seat belt.

Driving is not the ideal way to get around central Sydney, although a car can be very convenient for journeys into the suburbs and further afield. If you are planning to use a car you should purchase a good street directory.

The city center is often congested and it can be difficult to find a parking place. Look out for the blue and white ‘P’ signs. You do not have to pay at a meter after 6.30 pm on weekdays, on Saturday afternoons and all day Sunday.

At some intersections, which are clearly signposted, drivers are allowed to make a left-hand turn at a red light after stopping, but must give way to pedestrians.

2. Переклад тексту. - Translate from English into Ukrainian the following text: The tortures of driving

Owing to John’s slightly-strained wrist, Gerda, his wife, would have to drive, and Gerda, God help her, had never been able to begin to drive a car! Every time she changed gear, John would sit silent managing not to say anything, because he knew by bitter experience that when he did say anything Gerda became immediately worse. Curious that no one had ever been able to teach Gerda to change gear.

Gerda got into the driving seat and nervously pressed the starter. She pressed it again and again, John said: ‘The car will start better if you switch on the engine.’

‘Oh dear, how stupid of me!’ She shot a quick alarmed glance at him, but to her relief he was smiling, and remembering a conversation at lunch, she let in the clutch rather too suddenly, so that the car leapt forward from the kerb.

‘Oh God’, said John.

Gerda was momentarily deflected. The traffic lights she was approaching had been green for a long time. They were almost sure, she thought, to change before she got to them. She began to slow down. Still green.

John Cristow forgot his resolution of keeping silent about Gerda’s driving and said: ‘What are you stopping for?’

‘I thought the lights might change …’. She pressed her foot on the accelerator, the car moved forward a little, just beyond the lights, then, unable to pick up, the engine stalled. The lights changed.

The cross-traffic hooted angrily. John said, but quite pleasantly: ‘You really are the worst driver in the world, Gerda’.

‘I always find traffic lights so worrying. One doesn’t know just when they are going to change.’

John cast a sideways look at Gerda’s anxious unhappy face. ‘Everything worries Gerda’, he thought, and tried to imagine to what it must feel like to live in that state. But since he was not a man of much imagination, he could not picture it at all.

Gerda was relieved at John’s silence. She could cope with driving better if she were not distracted by conversation. Besides, if John was absorbed in thought, he was not so likely to notice that jarring noise of her occasional forced changes of gear. (She never changed if she could help it.)

There were times, Gerda knew, when she changed gear quite well(though with never confidence), but it never happened if John were in the car. Her nervous determination was to do it right this time was almost disastrous, her hand fumbled, she accelerated too much or not enough, and she pushed the gear lever quickly and clumsily so that it shrieked in protest.

‘Cars to be made so that you didn’t have that horrible grinding noise.’

But on the whole, thought Gerda, as she began the ascent of Mercham Hill, this drive wasn’t going too badly. John was still absorbed in thought and he hadn’t noticed rather a bad crashing of gears in Croydon. Optimistically, as the car gained speed, she changed up into third and immediately the car slackened. John, as it were, woke up.

‘What on earth’s the point of changing up just when you’re coming to a steep bit ?’

Gerda set her Jaw. Not very much farther now. Not that she wanted to get there. No, indeed, she’d much rather on for hours and hours, even if John did lose his temper with her !

But now they were driving along Shovel downflaming autumn woods all round them.

(by A.Christie)