Урок чтения по рассказу С. Моэма' Всезнайка' 11 класс

Урок чтения по рассказу Сомерсета Моэма «Мистер Всезнайка» 11 класс.

Цели - совершенствование иноязычной коммуникативной компетенции школьников, что достигается за счет создания условий для дополнительной речевой практики продуктивного и рецептивного планов; систематизации и актуализации языковых, речевых и социокультурных знаний, навыков и умений; а также путем привлечения новых аутентичных материалов, отвечающих возрастным особенностям и интересам старшеклассников; увеличения в связи с этим количества изучаемых тем, предметов речи, видов и типов текстов. Текст при этом служит не только источником информации и объектом чтения, но и образцом для развития и совершенствования навыков и умений устной и письменной речи, отправной точкой для самостоятельных личностно-ориентированных высказываний.

Задачи

развитие навыков изучающего чтения;

развитие умения оценивать и интерпретировать произведения художественной литературы;

развитие специальных учебных умений, обеспечивающих освоение языка и культуры: поиск и выделение в тексте новых лексических средств, соотнесение средств выражения и коммуникативного намерения автора, анализ языковых трудностей текста с целью более полного понимания смысловой информации, группировка и систематизация языковых средств по определенному признаку (формальному, коммуникативному), интерпретация лингвистических и культуроведческих фактов в тексте; анализ грамматических форм;

ознакомление учащихся с особенностями структуры англоязычных художественных текстов и с основными приемами их лингвостилистического анализа;

увеличение объема лексических единиц для рецептивного и продуктивного усвоения;

увеличение объема фоновых знаний, реалий стран изучаемого языка

осуществление межпредметных связей (русский язык, русская литература).

План урока

1.Объявление целей и задач урока

2.Речевая зарядка

What books do you like reading?

What are your favorite genres?

What do you think about romances?

Who prefers non-fiction books?

Reading is a hard work, isn't it?

Today you are to read an exciting story "Mr. Know all" by S. Maugham.

3. Now listen to some facts about S. Maugham and watch the presentation about him.

William Somerset Maugham

Born in 1874 in Paris, of English parents, William Somerset Maugham was educated at King's School in England and Heidelberg University in Germany. Of his childhood he says, "The accident of my birth in France: instilled in me two modes of life, to liberties, two points of view (and) prevented me from ever identifying completely with instincts and prejudices of one people or another".

Maugham was a prolific writer who enjoyed great commercial success early in life. During his life he travelled extensively through Europe, the Orient, and the South Seas. His travels and his work as a British spy during the two world wars provided him with stories that helped make him the most widely read English writer since Charles Dickens. In addition to being a novelist and playwright of distinction, Maugham was a master of the short story. "Mr. Know-All", the short story presented here, is set after the end of the first world war (1914-1918) at a time when Prohibition (a period when alcoholic drinks were illegal) was still in effect. The story, along with two others, was made into a film, Trio, in 1950. Although the story of "Mr. Know-All" takes place more than sixty years ago, its message remains as timely and important as when it was first written.

4. Read the text in groups. (Jig-saw reading)

I was prepared to dislike Mr Kelada even before I knew him. The war had just finished and the passenger traffic in the ocean going liners was heavy. Accommodation was very hard to get and you had to put up with whatever the agents chose to offer you. But when I was told the name of my companion my heart sank. It suggested closed portholes and the night air rigidly excluded. It was bad enough to share a cabin for fourteen days with anyone (I was going from San Francisco to Yokohama), but I should have looked upon it with less dismay if my fellow passenger's name had been Smith or Brown.

When I went on board I found Mr.Kelada's luggage already below.
"I am Mr Kelada", he added, with a smile that showed a row of flashing teeth, and sat down.
"Oh. yes, we're sharing a cabin, I think".
"Bit of luck, I call it. You never know who you're going to be put in with. I was jolly glad when I heard you were English. I'm all for us English sticking together when we're abroad, if you understand what I mean".
I blinked.
"Are you English?" I asked, perhaps tactlessly.
"Rather. You don't think I look like an American, do you? British to the backbone, that's what I am".
To prove it, Mr.Kelada took out of his pocket a passport and airily waved it under my nose.
King George has many strange subjects. Mr.Kelada was short and of a sturdy build, clean-shaven and dark skinned, with a fleshy, hooked nose and very large lustrous and liquid eyes. His long black hair was sleek and curly. He spoke with a fluency in which there was nothing English and his gestures were exuberant. I felt pretty sure that a closer inspection of that British passport would have betrayed the fact that Mr. Kelada was born under a bluer sky than is generally seen in England.
"What will you have?" he asked me.
I looked at him doubtfully. Prohibition was in force and to all appearances the ship was bone dry. When I am not thirsty I do not know which I dislike more, ginger ale or lemon squash. But Mr.Kelada flashed an oriental smile at me.
"Whisky and soda or a dry martini, you have only to say the word".
From each of his hip pockets he furnished a flask and laid it on the table before me. I chose the martini, and calling the steward he ordered a tumbler of ice and a couple of glasses.
"A very good cocktail", I said.
"Well, there are plenty more where that came from, and if you've got any friends on board, you tell them you've got a pal who's got all the liquor in the world".
Mr.Kelada was chatty. He talked of New York and of San Francisco. He discussed plays, pictures, and politics. He was patriotic. The Union Jack is an impressive piece of drapery, but when it is flourished by a gentleman from Alexandria or Beirut, I cannot but feel that it loses somewhat in dignity. Mr.Kelada was familiar. I do not wish to put on airs, but I cannot help feeling that it is seemly in a total stranger to put mister before my name when he addresses me. Mr.Kelada, doubtless to set me at my ease, used no such formality. I did not like Mr.Kelada. I had put aside the cards when he sat down, but now, thinking that for this first occasion our conversation had lasted long enough, I went on with my game.
"The three on the four", said Mr.Kelada.
Three is nothing more exasperating when you are playing patience than to be told where to put the card you have turned up before you have a chance to look for yourself.
"It's coming out, it's coming out", he cried. "The ten on the knave".
With rage and hatred in my heart I finished.
Then he seized the pack.
"Do you like card tricks?"
"No, I hate card tricks," I answered.
"Well, I'll just show you this one".
He showed me three. Then I said I would go down to the dining-room and get my seat at the table.
"Oh, that's all right," he said, "I've already taken a seat for you. I thought that as we were in the same stateroom we might just as well sit at the same table".
I did not like Mr.Kelada.

He ran everything.
Ramsay was in the American Consular Service and was stationed at Kobe. He was a great heavy fellow from the Middle West, with loose fat under a tight skin, and he bulged out of his readu-made clothes. He was on his way back to resume his post, having been on a flying visit to New York to fetch his wife wh had been spending a year at home. Mrs.Ramsay was a very pretty little thing, with pleasant manners and a sense of humor. The Consular Service is ill paid, and she was dressed always very simply; but she knew how to wear her clothes. She achieved an effect of quoet distinction. I should not have paid any particular attention to her but that she pssessed a quality that may be common enough in women, but nowadays is not obvious in their demeanour. It shone in her like a flower on a coat.
One evening at dinner the conversation by chance drifted to the subject of pearls. There had been in the papers a good deal of talk about the cultured pearls which the cunning Japanese were making, and the doctor remarked that they must inevitably diminish the value of real ones. They were very good already; they would soon be perfect. Mr.Kelada, as was his habit, rushed the new topic. He told us all that was to be known about pearls. I do not believe Ramsay knew anything about them at all, but he could not resist the opportunity to have a fling at the Levantine, and in five minutes we were in the middle of a heated argument. I had seen Mr.Kelada vehement and voluble before, but never so voluble and vehement as now. At last something that Ramsay said stung him, for he thumped the table and shouted.
"Well, I ought to know what I am talking about, I'm going to Japan just to look into this Japanese pearl business. I'm in the trade and there's not a man in it who won't tell you that what I say about pearls goes. O know all the best pearls in the world, and what I don't know about pearls isn't worth knowing".
Here was news for us, for Mr.Kelada, with all his loquacity, had never told anyone what his business was. We only knew vaguely that he was going to Japan on some commercial errand. He looked arround the table triumphantly.
"They'll never be able to get a cultured pearl that an expert like me can't tell with half an eye". He pointed to a chain that Mrs.Ramsay wore. "You take my word for it, Mrs.Ramsay, that chain you're wearing will never be worth a cent less than it is now".
Mrs.Ramsay in her modest way flushed a little and slipped the chain inside her dress. Ramsay leaned forward. He gave us all a look and a smile flickered in his eyes.
"That's a pretty chain of Mrs.Ramsay's, isn't it?"
"I noticed it at once", answered Mr.Kelada. "Gee, I said to myself, those are pearls all right".
"I didn't buy it myself, of course. I'd be interested to know how much you think it cost".
"Oh, in the trade somewhere round fifteen thousand dollars. Bur if it was bought on Fifth Avenue I shouldn't be surprised to hear anything up to thirty thousand was paid for it".
Ramsay smiled grimly.
"You'll be surprised to hear that Mrs.Ramsay bought that string at the department stoore the day before we left New York, for eighteen dollars".
Mr.Kelada rushed.
"Rot. It's not only real, but it's as fine a string for its size as I've ever seen".
"Will you bet on it? I'll bet you a hundred dollars it's imitation".
"Done".
"Oh, Elmer, you can't bet on a certainly", said Mrs.Ramsay.
She had a little smile on her lips and her tone was gently deprecating.
"Can't I? If I get a chance of easy money like that I should be all sorts of a fool not to take it".
"But how can it be proved?" she continued. "It's only my word against Mr.Kelada's".
"Let me lok at the chain, and if it's imitation I'll tell you quickly enough. I can afford to lose a hundred dollars", said Mr.Kelada.
"Take it off, dear. Let the gentleman look at it as much as he wants".
Mrs.Ramsay hesitated a moment. She put her hands to the clasp.
"I can't undo it," she said. "Mr.Kelada will just have to take my word for it".
I had a sudden suspicion that something unfortunate was about to occur, but I could think of nothing to say.
Ramsay jumped up.
"I'll undo it".
He handed the chain to Mr.Kelada. He handed back the chain. He was about to speak. Suddenly he caught sight of Mrs.Ramsay's face. It was so white that she looked as though she were about to faint. She was staring at him with wide and terrified eyes. They held a desperate appeal; it was so clear that I wondered why her husband did not see it.
Mr.Kelada stopped with his mouth open. He flushed deeply. Yu could almost see the effort he was making over himself.
"I was mistaken", he said. "It's very good imitation, but of course as soon as I looked through my glass I saw that it wasn't real. I think eighteen dollars is just about as much as the damned thing's worth".
He took out his pocketbook and from it a hundred dollar note. He handed it to Ramsay without a word.
"Perhaps that'll teach you not to be so cocksure another time, my young friend", said Ramsay as he took the note.
I noticed that Mr.Kelada's hands were trembling.
The story spread over the ship as stories do, and he had put up with a good deal of chaff that evening. It was a fine joke that Mr.Know-All had been caught out. But Mrs.Ramsay retired to her stateroom with a headache.
Next morning I got up and began to shave. Mr.Kelada lay on his bed smoking a cigarette. Suddenly there was small scraping sound and saw a letter pushed under the door. I opened the door and looked out. There was nobody there. I picked up the letter and saw it was addressed to Max Kelada. The name was written in block letters. I handed it to him.
"Who's this from?" He opened it. "Oh!"
He took out of the envelope, not a letter, but a hundred-dollar note. He looked at me and again he reddened.
He tore the envelope into little bits and gave them to me.
"Do you mind just throwing them out of the porthole?"
I did as he asked, and then I looked at him with a smile.
"No one likes being made to look a perfect damned fool", he said.
"Were the pearls real?"
"If I had a pretty little wife I shouldn't let her spend a year in New York while I stayed at Kobe", said he.
At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr.Kelada. He reached out for his pocketbook and carefully put in it the hundred-dollar note.

5. Answer the questions:

What kind of man was Mr. Know All?

Why was he the best hated man in the ship?

What kind of man was Ramsay?

How would you characterize Mr. Ramsay?

What sort of argument was between Mr. Kelada and Ramsay?

Why was the chain handed to Mr. Kelada?

Was it a joke?

Why did Mrs. Ramsay go to her cabin with a headache?

Did Mr. Kelada give his opponent a hundred dollar note?

Who returned him the money and why?

What are your opinions of the story?

Would you recommend this story to your friends

6. Let's discuss the story

-This is also an old story, much anthologised.

This setting is a shipboard. There is an assortment of travellers cruising from the US to Japan. Among them is Kaleda, a fellow who brags that he knows everything and that he can never be wrong.

The narrator dislikes him for his breezy manners and for his cocksureness.

There is the inevitable card game and during one session Kaleda bets that the pearl necklace that an Ambassador's wife was wearing was of high quality. This is disputed by the diplomat who says it is an imitation jewellery.

Kaleda discloses that he is in pearl business and ought to know.

-Of course there are so many other good stories by this master storyteller like "Rain" and maybe I will mention some in my future postings but this one, Mr. Know-All is just unforgettable

-The action takes place on board the ship. The plot is centered upon Max Kelada - the main character of the story. The story is written in a form of the author's recollections. It is the first person narration. We can divide it into 3 complete parts under the headlines: the introduction of Mr Kelada, Mr Kelada is a good mixer and an argument with Mr Ramsay.

-To my mind, here the author reveals some idea about humankind. It is wrong to judge a person. We can't know ourselves thoroughly how we can know others. You can't get to know a person in a short time, not from the first impression; you need a longer period of time.

- Nobody liked Mr. Kelada and it's due to his manners, however he proved to be a gentleman. Seeing how frightened and embarrassed Mrs. Ramsay was he understood everything. Mr. Kelada was a real Mr. All-Know, because he knew how to act in a situation like that. If he had been really mean and arrogant he wouldn't have given up.

7. Retell the story a) as if you were the passenger

8. Retell the story b) as if you were Mr. Kelada.

9. Retell the story c) as if you were Mrs. Ramsay

10. Retell the story keeping close to the text.

A brief summary of the story

Конец формы

The action takes place on board the ship. The plot is centered upon Max Kelada - the main character of the story. The story is written in a form of the author's recollections. It is the first person narration. We can divide it into 3 complete parts under the headlines: the introduction of Mr Kelada, Mr Kelada is a good mixer and an argument with Mr Ramsay.

The story begins with the narrator's opinion of Kelada. This gives us the opportunity to realize his attitude to the main character. The character is characterized directly.

Mr and Mrs Ramsay were also the passengers traveling together after a year apart. Mrs Ramsay is a pretty woman and when her husband mentions her pearls being artificial Mr Kelada disagrees with him. At first Mr Kelada is confident and calm. We can gather from his remarks that he is sure of himself and it is mainly achieved with the help of hyperbole "I know all the best pearls in the world". He bets against Mr Ramsay a hundred dollars. The intonation of his speech grows emotional when suddenly he looks at Mrs Ramsay and his manner changes completely - he admits that he is mistaken. He loses a hundred dollars. Mrs Ramsay retires to her state-room with a headache. This puts him into a very awkward position. It strikes a reader and makes think about the reasons of such behaviour. An envelope pushed under the narrator's door next day creates an atmosphere of suspense. There is a hundred - dollar banknote in it. This effect is further sharpened by Mr Kelada's words "If I had a pretty wife I shouldn't let her spend a year in New York while I stayed at Kobe". A reader understands that the pearls were real but he is given an opportunity to make his own opinion of the characters. From the narrator's words "At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr. Kelada " a reader can conclude that his previous attitude has changed by the end of the story

11. Let's sum up

The story "Mr. Know-All" belongs to the pen of the prominent English writer S. Maugham. William Somerset Maugham is one of the most successful dramatists and short-story writers as well as a novelist of considerable rank. He is known for his cynical attitude to mankind. He ridicules many social vices, such as snobbishness, money-worship, pretence, self-interest, etc.

Characterizing the style of Maugham one must first of all mention the vividness of narration, brilliant technique of character drawing and his mastership in creating a certain atmosphere. By epithets, metaphors, repetitions, extensive use of exclamatory and interrogative sentences the author brilliantly managed to convey Mr. Kelada and the narrator's attitude to him. It goes without saying that the story is a real masterpiece.

A parallel arrangement and a definite rhythmical pattern of the sentences "He knew everyone on board, he ran everything, he was everywhere and always" and oxymoron "best hated man" are meant to accentuate his being unpleasant. The use of antonomasia "Mr. All-Know" produces a definite effect on a reader.

Somerset Maugham was the master of the short, concise novel and he could convey relationships, greed and ambition with a startling reality.

12. Homework. As a reporter, write about this event

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