We are honoured and delighted to publish the poems of festival participants that reflect the true beauty of their souls and minds, their deep understanding and love for poetic composition

Джан Рустам Мохаммадович

1 курс Технологический Колледж РГАУ-МСХА имени К. А. Тимирязева

Фомина Татьяна Николаевна, преподаватель

“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain” — Emily Dickinson (1830—1886)
“To Save a Life”

To save a life is to be reborn
From a shell, without light, into something fully grown
A useless cell, into a person with a crucial role
To not live in vain, a notion, that’s the main goal

With an “S” on my chest, I save to bless
A human soul from the pests, who only cares
About their pockets, wallets, the green cream
I see that the cash rules everything around me

Were all born, as brothers, with a desire
That was passed to us, by great authors, a great fire
Lives in our hearts, to help others, so we can retire
As old men with a long, beautiful life behind us.

Live by the people and be free
From the social institutions of poverty
For others will worry about earthly money
You will fly above with heavenly tranquility.

Виноградова Ксения Антоновна

4 класс школа № 1699

Титоренко Олеся Владимировна учитель

 “I am as I am…”

I am as I am,
And this is okay.
I see the world
In my own way.

I have my dreams,
I have my light,
It helps me walk
Through day and night.

I may be quiet,

Or speak out loud,

But I am kind,

And I am proud.

Kuznetsova Anastasiia

8 класс, ОЧУ МГ Сколково / International Gymnasium Skolkovo

Учитель Клименко Дарья Львовна

Without rain nothing grows

In dusty lands of sheltered thought,

Where no disruptive storm is sought,

The guarded soul, by fear held tight,

Will find no seed to wake its light.

But he who dares the stormy blow

And feels the chilling waters grow,

Allows the drought of pride to break

For learning’s strong and thirsty sake.

Each drop of failure, sharp and cold,

A story in the soil is told.

It sinks through cracks of old blind pride

To reach the roots that hide inside.

And in the wake of falling tears,

A strength, not present in the years,

Begins its green and steady climb,

Marking the patient track of time.

So let the clouds hide in the sun,

Let hard times come, and come again.

For character is not a flower

That blooms within a sheltered hour.

It’s shaped by bearing the pain,

The aftermath of wind and rain.

And what seems but a fruitless plain,

Will, tested, wear a crown of grain.

Nevrova Maria

8 класс ОЧУ МГ Сколково / International Gymnasium Skolkovo

Учитель Клименко Дарья Львовна

Without rain nothing grows

Without the rain, the earthlie s bare,

No seeds to sprout, no life to share.

The thirsty ground, the silent trees,

No buzzing bees, no gentle breeze.

But when the skies begin to weep,

The soil drinks deep from rivers deep.

From droplets small, new life will climb,

A dance of growth in perfect time.

So, every storm, though dark and loud,

Brings gifts unseen beneath the cloud.

Without the rain, no blossoms bloom —

No green to chase away the gloom.

Veronica Panayi

8 класс, ОЧУ МГ Сколково / International Gymnasium Skolkovo

Учитель Клименко Дарья Львовна

Without rain nothing grows

Without rain, the earth lies bare and still,

A thirsty cup no life can fill.

The hardened soil, a crust of gray,

Holds nothing green to greet the day.

The seed, a secret locked in clay,

Has naught to drink, and so must stay

A sleepy, small, and silent plea

Beneath the branch of fruitless tree.

But let the word fall soft and slow,

A silver call right from below.

Then watch the world, through nature's pains,

Unfold its silent, deeper gains.

For in the drop, the world is born:

The wheat is golden, rose has thorn,

The dust gives way to living grain—

Without the rain, no growing pain.

The drought may crack the broadest plain,

But only rain breaks the seed in a chain.

Сняткова Виктория Вадимовна  

Школа 1208, 9 класс, 

Учитель Царькова Татьяна Викторовна

History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme..." (M.Twain)

«Since Аncient Тimes...»

Since ancient times, across the seas,

Explorers have sailed to lands unseen.

By plowing oceans, with maps unfold,

They did their best to discover the world.

Through storms and hardships, they earned their fame,

To make our country great again.

Semyon Dezhnyov, Ivan Krusenstern,

Devoted patriots and noble men.

In every journey, with maps unfold,

The new explorers are enthralled,

New worlds are making horizons wide,

New stories add to history’s tide.

The explorers' quest will never fail,

Where courage and determination prevail.

They help the country lead the course,

To gain respect and real force!

Колдашова Алиса  Алексеевна

Школа 1208  9 класс 

Учитель Царькова Татьяна Викторовна

«If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain» (E. Dickinson)

The Lighthouse

The lonely quiet lighthouse,
Towering on the rock by the sea,
Like a mighty powerhouse,
Telling ships where it be.

Against the rocks a wave crashes.
The gloomy night lasts long.
Ignoring lightning flashes,
The lighthouse stays till dawn.

It shines through fog and rain,
Just showing way to boats.
Its light will proudly remain
In sailors' hearts and hopes.

I feel like a supporting lighthouse,
My friends, don't give up  hope!
My heart's your mighty powerhouse,
Illuminating path through fog.
Although heartbreaks may come your way,
My lighthouse shines with love.
I hope you'll achieve your aim,
If you believe my words above.

Я использую Cinquain Poems для подготовки к перифразу темы и подбору синонимов/антонимов к словам в формулировке темы эссе. Эти слова помогают формулировать аргументы «за» и «против» и определиться со своим мнением.

Что такое a cinquain poem?

Синквейн — это методический прием, который представляет собой составление стихотворения, состоящего из 5 строк. При этом написание каждой из них подчинено определенным принципам, правилам. Таким образом, происходит краткое резюмирование, подведение итогов обсуждения. Синквейн является одной из технологий критического мышления, которая активирует умственную деятельность. Написание синквейна — это свободное творчество, которое требует от учащегося найти и выделить в изучаемой теме наиболее существенные элементы, проанализировать их, сделать выводы и коротко сформулировать, основываясь на основных принципах написания стихотворения.  

           Правила построения синквейна

Line 1: A noun (theme)

Line 2: Two adjectives/past participles describing the noun on Line 1;

Line 3: Three verbs ending with –ing

             that describe what the noun on Line 1 might

do;

Line 4: A phrase describing the noun on Line 1;

and

Line 5: A synonym of the word on Line 1

Рассмотрим на примере темы:  The school uniform is useless

Подберем прилагательные для того, чтобы выразить наши аргументы «за» (useful, purposeful

helping, saving, concentrating) и используем их для написания синквейна.

                             School uniform

useful, purposeful

helping, saving, concentrating-

a special thing in our life

helper

Подбираем прилагательные, подходящие для выражения мнения «против». Это, например,  purposeless, unpopular, boring, limiting, depressing. Пишем синквейн.

School uniform

purposeless, unpopular

boring, limiting, depressing-

an unnecessary thing in our life

clothes

Еще пример. Тема эссе: Humans will be replaced by robots

Вот прилагательные для выражения мнения «за»:  well-developed, controlled, replacing, untiring. Составляем синквейн.

                   Robots

well-developed, controlled

helping, replacing, untiring-

a necessary substitution in the future

hard worker

Ищем прилагательные, которые могут выразить негативное отношение к роботам: unintellectual, breakable, failing, unthinking, threatening. Синквейн может быть такой:

 Robots

unintellectual, breakable

failing, unthinking, threatening-

grave danger in the future

inanimate being

Рассмотрим еще один пример. Подберем прилагательные для эссе по таким темам:

IT technologies cannot provide successful teaching at schools.

IT technologies make an educational process more productive.

Мнения «за» нам помогут выразить прилагательные: useful, enjoyable, supporting, improving, assisting.

                         IT technologies

useful, enjoyable

supporting, improving, assisting-

a special methodology for learners

opportunity

Для мнения против будут полезны прилагательные:                 nontraditional, not serious, distracting, entertaining, unavailing. И вот наш синквейн:

                              IT technologies

Nontraditional, not serious

distracting, entertaining, unavailing-

ineffective approach

methodology

Еще несколько примеров.

Тема: Virtual Internet communication results in losing real-life social skills.

                Virtual Internet communication

                     convenient, available

                       helping, saving, supporting —

a beneficial thing in lockdown

rescue

                Virtual Internet communication

Impersonal, soulless

depriving, hiding, breaking —

the antithesis of face-to-face interaction

substitute

Тема: In any occupation discipline is more important than talent.

                                Discipline

crucial, urgent

organizing, forbidding, concentrating-

the way to work productively

code of behavior

                                 Talent

creative, resourceful

producing, generating, making –

fireworks without discipline

gift

by Boyarskaya Yudif.

“Keep true to the dreams of the youth” , –

Tells us the old German poet.

“By heart we know the truth” , —

Pascal was carrying on in his poem.

Though time heals all wounds,

It’s never too late to mend

And stop giving promises all around.

Those, who cannot remember the past

Are condemned to repeat  it at last,

Cause age is a matter of feeling, not years.

But how could we say “Goodbye”

To the wisdom, that passes by?

The old rubs shoulders with the new –

That’s the main thing…

Oh, if our ancestors only knew,

That the leopard cannot change his spots,

And what is bred in the bone

Will come out through the stone.

Every king springs from a race of slaves,

And some men by ancestry are only

The shadows of a mighty name…

If people pay attention to the parents’ wit,

The wisdom will be lasting till the world comes weird…

Ksenia Meteleva

Grade 8

School 1208

2013

The book of life has many pages

We cannot stop the time

It runs through all the passing ages

We should accept deadline

The spring brings childhood to a person

Who tries to find his way

It seems that all his life's in blossom

Will never slip away

The autumn is relaxing season

We have fulfilled the dreams

The main events have their reasons

We feel the pulse of stream

The old ones memorize the past

The young create the future

They share stream of life at last

To keep relations mutual

The old rubs shoulders with the new

Connecting generations

They give experience to you

For building foundations

By Anastassiya Orlova

school 1208

Class 10

The Kremlin

There are a lot of towns and cities

In our country, large and vast.

Some towns are small, but very ancient

With glorious and greatest past.

Perhaps, you haven't ever been to

Zaraysk, a little pretty town.

It is about nine hundred years,

But, which is strange, is not well-known.

Nevertheless, I want to tell you

About its most important sight:

The Kremlin, also very ancient,

The town's embellishment and pride.

Surrounded by modern buildings

And asphalt roads with noisy cars,

It stands over the town, sublimely

In light of sun, in light of stars...

It saw so many different people,

Who farmed or fought, obeyed, rebelled...

And fierce attacks of hostile armies

Were from its walls not once repelled.

It overlived all times and ages.

Each brick respires with olden time.

Like staid old warrior, defender

It looks at us, who live in prime.

Its mighty walls and lofty towers

Are memory from ancient days

Of our history and culture,

Of our triumph and success.

Of course, we're used to see it always,

But just imagine in my way,

How old it is and how tremendous,

And it will take your breath away.

How it is wonderful to know it

That after many years passed

We have a chance to see this wonder,

The voice, the message from the past!

By Margarita Obukhova,

School 1245

My dear, have you ever seen

Just when the sun is setting down,

The roofs of old and tired town

Become all red and then serene?

This is a thing I want to tell.

I saw how purple beams were fleeting

On glossy heads of noisy City

And dainty ancient roofs as well.

It is fantastic, isn`t it,

That years ago, when world was younger,

With much the same, as mine is, wonder

Some lord was walking down the street?

He marveled at the grand museums,

At spires, which narrow reddish skies,

And now they`re before my eyes,

Just watching all the passing years.

I thought: why are they here still?

Why don`t we, who are so destroying,

Find fossil ones, like this, annoying,

Depriving them of their free will?

But I might be not alone and bold?

Just here, watching evening fading

And thinking, that it is amazing –

‘The new rubs shoulders with the old’.

Dariya Malikova,

School 1208, Grade 10

2013

Wedding Traditions

“Mazel Tov!” – “Good Luck!” (события древней историй находят свое отражение в свадебном обряде)

The Jews rebelled against their Roman masters

And saw legions assaulting ancient city

And fatal ruin proved to be the fastest

 When the Temple was destroyed

without pity.

Oh Jerusalem, oh fallen Jewish stronghold!

Your people were enslaved, dispersed or butchered.

The Temple’s relics, lampstands made of gold

Displayed in wicked Rome by winners to be touched.

Come to a Jewish wedding, be an honored guest,

Look at the marriage canopy awaiting for the couple.

Enjoy the beauty of the ceremony that is blessed

By God, and He protects the ties from being subtle.

Here comes the moment of the wedding joy,

Which is the moment to remind of suffering and toil,

The cost of peace, of things that we destroy,

With burning Temple at the hills as mournful foil.

 A glass is broken after the ketubah reading –

 The seven blessings end in final loud act –

The groom, who smashes glass with a symbolic meaning,

Makes us remember how Jerusalem was attacked.

All wish the marriage to last long – forever!

All are impressed and all are truly struck;

The glass lies shattered like a crying griever,

But wedding guests call out “Mazel tov! Good luck!”

By Arina Abramova, Year 7, School 1738

2013

Иудеи восстали против римских хозяев

И увидели легионы, атакующие древний город

И губительное разрушение стало быстрым,

Когда храм был разрушен безжалостно.

О Иерусалим, о павшая иудейская крепость,

Твой народ был обращен в рабство, рассеян или жестоко убит.

Реликвии храма – золотые семисвечники –

Победители выставили напоказ в нечестивом Риме, чтобы любой мог их коснуться

Приходите на еврейскую свадьбу, будьте почетным гостем.

Посмотрите на свадебный балдахин, ожидающий молодоженов.

Посмотрите на красивую церемонию, которая благословлена

Богом, и Он защищает узы от непрочности.

Вот наступает момент свадебного веселья,

Который является и моментом, чтобы напомнить о страданиях и тяжелом труде народа,

О цене, которую заплатили за мир и о вещах, которые мы разрушаем,

С образом храма, горящего на холмах как траурный фон.

Стакан разбивают после чтения брачного контракта –

Семь благословений оканчиваются громким действом –

Жених, который разбивает стакан с символическим значением,

Напоминает нам, как Иерусалим был атакован.

Все желают браку длиться долго – всегда!

Все находятся под впечатлением от происходящего, они поражены;

Стакан лежит на полу разбитый, как плачущий и скорбящий человек,

Но гости на свадьбе кричат: «Мазел Тов! Желаем удачи!»

Перевод автора 

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I look down when I watch my footstep;

I need to be cautious despite all my pep,

Calculate the chances and possible mishaps.

There can be ill-wishers springing their traps.

But ancient man raised head and watched the skies.

He watched the stars, the sun and planets’ size.

Thanks to astrology I have my zodiac sign,

Can make some fun of it or trust it and divine.

Across the heavens through the constellations –

Greek myths, twelve animals – I find relations.

To seek guidance in zodiac is good for fortune-sellers;

I simply wrote twelve lines of verse like old tale-tellers.

Aries reminded me of the glorious Golden Ram’s deeds,

Taurus carried Europa to meet Zeus’s romantic needs.

Gemini were placed high to honor Castor and Pollux’s death,

Cancer tried to wipe Heracles from the face of the earth.

Virgo was the goddess of moral values and purity,

Leo was killed by Heracles at the peak of his maturity.

Libra were gods’ scales to measure the balance of justice,

Scorpio stung Orion to stop Apollo’s jealous practice.

Sagittarius was centaur Cheiron, Greek heroes’ friend,

Capricorn was godlike goat sent to feed Zeus and defend.

Aquarius created a new race after the flood of pouring waters,

Pisces were Eros and Aphrodite transformed into floaters.

By Fyodor Filin, Year 8, School 1738

2013

ATOP A NOPAL PEDESTAL

ОРЕЛ, СИДЯЩИЙ НА ПЕДЕСТАЛЕ ИЗ МЕКСИКАНСКОГО КАКТУСА (ОПУНЦИИ) – ГЕРБ МЕКСИКИ

This poem was written after viewing the coat of arms of Mexico. Modern Mexico City lies on the place where an ancient city was built by Toltects.

Once there were Toltecs and Aztecs, the people of courage and might

Led to a promised land by the shining hummingbird god –

Huitzilopochtli, the sacrifice-seeking master of fight

Who created the moon, made fire and heard people’s laud.

Soon the city was built where an eagle perched and snake was clawed

With temples to worship the war and the rain

So the Aztecs were feared and the deities were awed –

Civilization of wonders, good luck and pain,

How many dark records do your fables retain?

On this Promised Land as time went on Tenochtitlan arose

Prehistoric, despotic, barbaric first

Now, look, the water of Texcoco so serenely flows.

Its darkness and deities later dispersed

And New Mexico City is no longer accursed.

It stores relics of ruins, old temples and tombs –

How roomy was the cradle for all races to be nursed?

Capital in Movement, hidden in smog of car fumes

Finds pride in its symbol where a nopal blooms.

 By Ivan Mulenkov, Year 7,

School 1738

2013

The old rubs shoulders with the new.

Just give a glance to what's around

And you will see that every view

Is complicated, mixed and bound.

Look at the buildings which are old,

Which stand and look at people's life

Like titans look at mortals. Cold

And huge are icebergs, sharp like knife.

Abyss of water, black and deep,

Is all around, nothing moves.

Eternity which can't be seen

Is thick and rich like fog in moors.

But here's another picture – pace

Is like a vivid lively stream.

And every little forest trace

If full of life, just like in dreams.

A city's full of hurrying men

Where silence has no place to be

And noise of cars is music when

The rhythm is beaten by the street.

Look at this crazy magic world!

You know I can say it to you

And I believe in every word:

The old rubs shoulders with the new....

   by Anna Sokolova,

Moscow International Gymnasia, 10“A”

January 2013