Многие из нас любят делать подарки даже больше, чем получать их.
Вот и мы приготовили вам сегодня подарок.
Стихотворение Уильяма Вордсворта, английского поэта-романтика 18 века, о том, какая это радость делать подарки.
Стихотворение написано с неподдельным чувством.
Оно ритмично, музыкально и легко запоминается.
William Wordsworth
A Glow-worm
Among all lovely things my Love had been;
Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew
About her home; but she had never seen
A Glow-worm, never one, and this I knew .
While riding near her home one stormy night
A single Glow-worm did I chance to espy;
I gave a fervent welcome to the sight,
And from my Horse I leapt; great joy had I.
Upon a leaf the Glow-worm did I lay,
To bear it with me through the stormy night:
And, as before, it shone without dismay;
Albeit putting forth a fainter light.
When to the Dwelling of my Love I came,
I went into the Orchard quietly;
And left the Glow-worm, blessing it by name,
Laid safely by itself, beneath a Tree.
The whole next day, I hoped, and hoped with fear;
At night the Glow-worm shone beneath the Tree:
I led my Lucy to the spot, "Look here!"
Oh! joy it was for her, and joy for me!
А это еще подарок в подарке
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLP6PQMheFY
Мы желаем всем радости и веселых Рождественских каникул.
Good bye, my dear friends!
See you next year!
