Friday, April 6, 2012

' Chekhov will tell '






One of the activities of the loop ' to help teachers of literature ' was. literary evening ' Russia. Chekhov. Taganrog '. (library - branch № 2). He learned about the young child, the writer saw the family photos were on streets in Taganrog. Travel back to the XIX century helped to electronic presentation.



At the end of the event leading - L. In. Bochkarev and A. to. Koshkin - offered to children from reading the letter to select the word- title Chekhov's works. With the help of the book to handle the task presented in. Book Fair ...


Try it and you deal with this task.




Hello, darling!.


I am writing you to tell one incident that happened with our boys.


Vanya and Vladimir decided to conquer my fears. They agreed that in the dusk through the cherry orchard proberutsya and once in the woods, do not be frightened in the dark when held by a black monk.


I must say that this ghost story about a longtime resident of our area. Today at lunch the boys told her Uncle Vanya. He is with us this original. And that's what the story.


Many years ago, the duel between two young people and ended sadly. One student in love with the girl, killed by the name of Mr Ivanov. The girl was already the bride and the wedding, scheduled with Mr. Ivanov was to be held soon. But she secretly met with the student. Let's not blame her. So, after a duel himself as a student, vanished into thin air. Since then, they say that every year, holy night, he appears as a bear wandering around the estate. A house with an attic, where she lived the girl standing right by the forest. According to the stories is the person missed three years, followed by three sisters took her to Paris where he was married in a foreign land.


Since then, the monk, looking for all in the holy night and can not find.


That is such a sad story about love.


Well, that fear is conquered, and our rogues will not dare to go.


In this and say goodbye to you, my dear.


Loving you to the Princess Ariadne.





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