It has come at last! The literary competition English Cup was organized at our school on November 18, 2015. As in the past few years (English Cup has been held for the 5th time) students came to compete, to show their writing abilities and creative skills or they just wanted to practise their English.
It goes without saying and the final works have proved it that the majority of our students are really talented writers. However, not everyone can win but even those whose poems or essays didn´t belong to the best ones, were of great importance to us since it confirmed that both our and their effort was worth it.
Dear competitors, having participated in English Cup competition you´ve taken your imagination and phantasy for a walk, you´ve woken up your English alter ego hidden inside you and we thank you for it!
Mgr. Lenka Čermáková, Mgr. Monika Babčaníková – the organizers of English Cup
The results and the best works are listed below.
The results of the competition English Cup
POEM – The students were given a title „WHAT´S IN MY HEAD“ and they have to create an appropriate poem.
The fist category
1st place – Salivarová Iva
2nd place – Nováčková Zuzka
ESSAY – writing based on listening. The students heard some music and they had to come up with any piece of writing they liked based on the music.
1st place – Duong Lenka
2nd place – Zlochová Viktorie
3rd place – Salivarová Iva
4th place – Nguyenová Martina
5 Nedoma Milan
6 Brabcová Sára
6 Studnička Jaromír
7 Tomanová Tereza
7 Jandová Martina
7 Konášová Helena
The second category – POEM
1st place – Fencl Dominik
2nd place – Králová Eliška
3rd place – Hudcová Pavlína
3rd place – Růžičková Míša
4th place – Káčereková Zuzka
4th place – Chalupská Renáta
5 Kaucký Přemek
5 Pohořelá Eliška
5 Franková Michaela
ESSAY – writing based on listening
1st place – Milota Vojta
2nd place – Selnerová Tereza
3rd place – Chalupská Renáta
3rd place – Karásek Dominik
4th place – Polák Filip
4th Káčereková Zuzka
5 Jančová Tereza
5 Pohořelá Eliška
5 Růžičková Míša
6 Zindulková Markéta
6 Šimková Jana
6 Holá Barbora
6 Kaucký Přemek
6 Králová Eliška
7 Vodička Josef
7 Radová Simona
8 Holmanová Kateřina
8 Juráčková Míša
8 Váverka Honza
8 Zikmund Tomáš
Vojta Milota – oktáva A
She was sitting in her easy chair, looking into the fireplace, and the little flames on the burning wood were reflected in her deep blue eyes. She was quite old, her hair turned white long time ago and her face was wrinkled, but still full of happiness, because she already lived a wonderful life and nothing bad ever happened to her. Today she felt comfortable and satisfied.
The old, vintage, tweed-coated radio started playing the song, which she immediately recognized. It was their song, the same as they were dancing to at the grand ball more than fifty years ago. She smiled, while looking out of the window right to the dark street, where only a few street lamps lit the sidewalk and showed the beauty of the snow, which fell from the dark skies, and remembered the moment, when their looks met each other for the first time.
It was winter like this but when she was young and she just wanted nothing else, but to have fun. They were going to dance with her friends, all dressed up in wonderful robes, with their hair styled in the really neat way and their feet wanting to dance all night long. As she moved to the parquet, the musicians started playing the song. That was when she saw him. Back then, he was really a handsome stud. He was wearing a black suit, black as the depths of the walls she saw when she looked directly into his eyes. She knew she is going to spend the rest of the evening and she hoped that they´ll spend the whole life together. She was right. It was love at the first sight.
The stream of her thoughts was cut by the noise coming from the hall. The door creaked and then banged, as they were closed. She was so happy that he´s back, it was pretty late and the weather was getting more severe. He took down his coat, full of white snow, put on the knitted slippers she made for him a few years ago, and entered the kitchen. He was at the grocery store, because she asked him to get a few cooking items. She needed flour, so she could bake his favourite sponge cake. He put the shopping on the kitchen table and hugged her. She was already waiting for him with the mug of the hot cocoa, leaning towards his arms. “They´ve just played our song.” Her old loving voice whispered to his ear. “Oh, did they?” he asked her, while holding her tight, and smiled widely.
Tereza Selnerová – septima B
The sun was peeking through a curtain of heavy blueish-grey clouds. Its shining rays of light played with colours of the autumn leaves. Tearing clouds swiftly flew overhead, chased by the cold wind that raised fallen leaves high in the air, sending them dancing back to the ground. The whole forest whispered, trees bowing down under the strong breath of the wind.
On the shore of a lake there stood a tall lanky figure. A boy, rather than a man, dressed in a long black coat. He was longingly looking over the water, over the tips of the trees, at the mountains looming in the distance. The wind was mercilessly ruffling his white hair, covering boy´s eyes with it before swooping them away again. But he didn´t seem to mind. He just hid his face deeper in the scarf around his neck. Time was passing by, without any movement, stood the figure, looking into the distance.
Finally he moved. Turning around, he whistled. It was quiet for a while. Then from behind a bush emerged a plain black Doberman. Wagging its tail the dog ran to its owner, waiting all excited what would happen next. The boy quickly petted his dog on the head and walked up the leaning shore back to a path, which lead him to this place.
Leaves were crunching under his feet, around him sounding nothing but the howls of the wind and his dog running around, exploring the forest. The path was getting steeper and harder to follow, but he wasn´t planning to go back anytime soon. The sun hid behind the clouds a while ago, and it didn´t seem that that is going to change.
Finally he stood up on the top of the hill. Before him the trees were opening up, revealing a beautiful view of the landscape. He sat on the rock which he climbed upon, folding his legs under himself. His dog sat next to him. For a while they enjoyed the view in silence.
“It´s beautiful here isn´t it, Void.” Said the boy, stroking his dog´s back.
Dominik Karásek – 2. A
It is a cold morning. The snowflakes are falling on a wooden kennel. In the kennel there is a little puppy. It opens its small black eyes and blinks. Outside the kennel everything is different! The puppy is used to seeing a green garden and colourful flowers. It all has disappeared. Everything was white.
The puppy tried to step on this white floor. It was so cold! It shook all over. After a while the puppy tries again now, with the second leg. Again cold, but the puppy is ready for it and makes more steps! It did it! It is standing at this cold place! Suddenly the floor is falling apart! The puppy can´t move, it barks, but there isn´t anybody to help it. The snow is falling on the puppy´s head. It shakes with it and jumps! It´s free! Now it finds out that it´s quite fun to jump on this cold white thing. Jump and fall, jump and fall. Should it taste this unknown floor? Let´s try it! Yuck! It´s really cold and it tastes awful! The puppy shakes its head again. It wants to explore more. So it tries to dig a hole in it. At first, it´s quite easy. The snow isn´t really heavy but the ground under the snow is so thick! The puppy digs with its little claws but it is impossible!
Now its little claws hurt and the puppy gets tired. It gives up digging and goes back to its kennel. No jumping, just easy slow steps. It lies on the warm floor in the kennel and falls asleep.
Renáta Chalupská – oktáva A
“Oh uncle, I wonder, why can sparrows fly?” chirped Willy. “Now that is one of the difficult questions, little boy. However, I know a story, which might lead your thoughts to the right direction.” Answered Uncle Sparrow wisely. Willy straightened up with excitement, adjusted a few feathers and came closer to Uncle. He loved listening to stories. Uncle cleared his throat and began his narrative.
“It wasn´t a long time ago, but long enough, so that no bird would be alive, who could have witnessed it. A little brave sparrow called Murby was on the search for some delicious berry-bush to come back to during winter time. It was the end of autumn and there was a hint of chill to the wind that was blowing. It was getting dark outside and yet he still couldn´t find one. It was then when the wind grew stronger and it was impossible to fly. Unthreatened Murby decided to come back home despite these conditions. He tried to resist the gale but in the end he was carried far away. It was a struggle, but finally he landed.
He was searching the surroundings when suddenly he heard a desperate howl. It was a dog, struck in a pit with a broken leg. Murby didn´t hesitate for a moment and descended to the sulky animal. He examined his collar and instead of flying home he searched for its owner. When he finally found him he made such a racket on his window-sill and tweeted so loudly, that the human decided to follow him. When he reunited with his dog he broke into tears and leaves seeds every winter on the window-sill, where Murby visited him, so that no sparrow has to starve anymore.”
Uncle looked up into the sky absorbed in his thoughts. “And we feed ourselves there ever since.” He smiled honestly. “I´m not sure if I get the point of the story Uncle.” Shuddered little Willy. “That´s okay.” Uncle spread his wings and flew towards the sun.
Lenka Duong - kvinta A
It was a cold winter night and I was laying on my couch watching TV. Kid were already asleep and I was finally able to have time for myself. There was nothing in TV but then suddenly a movie started. It was Forest Gump and I started crying.
Let me tell you this one specific movie will always be my favourite and why it makes me all emotional. 10 years ago I went on a small vacation in Toronto. Everything was Okay, I enjoyed every second there. Reason why I went there was that I wanted to find myself and figure out who I am and where I belong. I thought I reached my goal so I wanted to come back home to London but I met someone. She was sitting in a café wearing short cute red dress. She was stunning. I couldn´t help myself to stop staring at her. So I invited her to a movie. And when she said yes with her beautiful smile, I knew something beautiful was about to start. And that´s how I met Olivia, the love of my life.
We spend the rest of the summer together. She was an amazing person with beautiful heart. Although I found myself in Toronto, after two months I lost myself in her. As life went on, we had an amazing time together. After a year we got married and then our first baby was on its way. We named him Alex.
I remember her the one night Alex was sleeping me and Olivia sat down to watch TV. She said “Look Forest Gump.” So we watched the movie. And then the song started to play. “Come and dance with me.” She said. So we did. We danced the whole night on that song. It was a beautiful night I will never forget.
When Alex turned 6 we went on our vacation to Rome. The holidays were amazing and we had a great time together. But then one night. We were out sightseeing. Everything was great but then it happened. She was standing there in her red dress when suddenly something hit her. It was a car. I couldn´t believe it. I ran to catch her. I hold her in my arms. I couldn´t stop crying. I was in shock. Everything around me was suddenly black and white and only two us were screaming in colour. “ I love you my sweetheart, please don´t leave me. Please, honey stay with me. I love you!!!” she didn´t. I thought it was over. But then from nowhere while I was crying. “I love you too honey.” She whispered. She died on her way to hospital. And that´s how it happened.
Now I try to find a reason to live again. I loved everything around her. So every time I watch Forest Gump I remember her beautiful voice, smell, hair and her smile. She was just another blessing to me and I couldn´t be more grateful for to have her in my life.
Viktorie Zlochová - kvarta B
When I listened to the song, the first thing I imagined was a love story. Pair, about 18 years old, having great time together. They live in a small village, it might be in 1860´s, she is a daughter of a farmer and he is poor boy, who lives just with his mother and he has to replace his dead father. She lives just with her dad and her younger sister.
Both of them work really hard to maintain their families, but they always have enough time to date. He is good-looking young man and she is beautiful lady with long blond hair and brown eyes. Boy is true gentleman, he always brings her flowers, chocolate and his attitude couldn´t be any better. They had their own places to meet, places that no one knew about. In forest, between green paradise, where the only thing that could annoy them was speech between trees. In cave near scarp they were enjoying the sound of water falling down of the highs. They were watching free birds flying on the sky, and couple was imagining how once they will be free either. And the best place, where they were dating was in the meadow. They had blanket hidden in a tree and every time they went there, they just laid on each other and listening to their happy hearts – beating, because they could be together and they could make amazing memories and stories, which they could tell their kids.
But the war started that is the part when the music is slower – and soldiers came to recruit new strong men. She is crying, her only love is going to fight for death of life. Our poor lady is drowning in sadness.
It´s been a year now, exactly year ago her love was taken away from her. What is that group walking out of the woods in the distance. Jesus Christ. That´s him – in this part song was getting quicker and louder – he is alive, healthy. When she saw him, she left all her duty behind her and she starts running to hug him, make sure it is not just a dream.
They are together now, again, after infinitely long year, the waiting is over. Finally!
What could be the first thing they can do? Of course, WEDDING! It is perfect way to share their lives, share every amazing moment, to have children, but to share hard and sad things together as well. There is a reason to say “in good and bad”.
They have two adorable children, boy and girl. And as it is at every end of love story, they lived until they died.
Iva Salivarová - kvarata A
Well, I know this song very well. It´s from Forest Gump and I really feel that the story of Forest is perfect to connect with this song, but I want to tell you, what I imagine when I hear it.
First impression was kind of sadness. I can say, that I literally saw a small kid crying in the lonely corner, because other kids didn´t talk to him, so this little boy is just actually really sad.
But then something happened and I felt new hope. In my head, the small girl (which look like a princess and is actually really beautiful) came to this little boy and clasped him. She gently asked, what happened and the boy just pointed on those boys over there, screaming abuse and laughing…
The girl was really such a smart and kind person, so she explain, that they´re just so young and silly, that they can´t even understand other people, especially this small boy.
That was a moment, when I heard kindness in the song and I suddenly fell, how something new is coming. I could absolutely say, that I felt a new power.
In our story, I imagine, how these kids grew up together and then casually fell in love with each other. They had a small house in a village and two beautiful kids later.
This story has a very happy ending, I´m sure, cause the song ends with harmony, which gives me charges for my life. I also think, that this song describes life somehow. I have a life mantra. It says, that life is sinusoid (yes, my idea). It mean, that once you´re up, once down and I think that this song can give you exactly this feeling.
It´s sad at first, but very happy at the end. That´s all feelings, what I felt, in the end I can say, that this song is really nice, but right now, I would better listen to some kind of punk-rock.
D.C. Fencl - septima B
WHAT´S IN MY HEAD
YOU ARE IN MY HEAD
SINCE THE MOMENT WE HAVE MET.
MY HEART IS FILLED BY YOU,
WHEN I SEE YOU SMILING I JUST CAN´T ARGUE
SO THIS IS THE WELL KNOWN LOVE?
THAT I WOULD GIVE EVERYTHING I HAVE JUST TO HEAR YOU LAUGH.
I WANT YOU TO ANNOY ME ALL MY LIFE.
IT DOESN´T MATTER IF I´M MAD AT YOU CAUSE I AM ALWAYS ON YOUR SIDE.
WHEN I´M WITH YOU I DON´T FEEL EMPTY ANYMORE.
ACTUALLY I FEEL AS STRONG AS THOR, THE GOD, YOU KNOW?
FOR YOU I WOULD GO TO HELL, I WOULD GO TO WAR,
I COULD WRITE POEMS OF SONGS AND IT STILL WOULDN´T BE ALL.
AT THE BEGINNING YOU ASKED ME WHAT´S IN MY HEAD,
BUT I DON´T FEEL LIKE I HAVE ANSWERED YET. SO KEEP READING HONEY.
THIS IS WHAT I REALLY MEAN AND IT´S NOT FUNNY.
BECAUSE WHEN IT´S COLD, WHEN IT´S RAINING,
I´D LOVE TO SPEND ALL NIGHT WITH YOU WARMING AND HUGGING.
REMEMBER OUR FIRST DATE?
YOU WERE A LITTLE AFRAID.
BUT I DESTROYED ALL YOUR FEARS,
NOW I AM KEEPING YOU HAPPY TO NEVER TASTE YOUR TEARS
I LOVE YOU SWEET HEART, THAT´S WHAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU,
I LOVE YOU.
Eliška Králová - oktáva A
What´s in my head
In my head there´s firework,
not one colour, but much more-
-green, blue, yellow, violet…
What´s the right thing and what´s bad?
Catch one thought and find another,
Should I read or help my mother,
What I will do following day?
Just keep thinking I can´t wait!
My brain has nothing like paid leave,
he´s working even when I sleep.
He´s painting pictures of my dreams,
In which he shows, how he feels.
In my head and I find it strange
I can always find a branch,
to which I may myself hide,
with my secrets, coming to my mind.
My brain and I are quite good crew
and I think- HOPE, it´s also true,
despite problems and big fears,
he´ll keep working some more years.
Pavlína Hudcová - sexta B
What´s in my head
There´s a person always by me
the little voice in my head
and I haven´t been the same
since the day we met.
Like a shadow he´s always with me
whispering in my ear
all my greatest failures
all my greatest fears.
Like a shadow of the past
one might say
that reminds me of what went wrong
until this very day.
Yeah like I didn´t know that
like I didn´t care,
I do and frankly,
That just isn´t fair.
I don´t want to remember
the time I forgot to talk
or when I said some nonsense
or the time I was a dark.
Do I need to remember
how awkward I really am?
What´s the point in remembering
if others easily care.
But the person´s still here
and I don´t know what to do
but nothing can help me
not even you.
Because he´s a part of me
whether I like it or not
I have to live with him
and that´s it but it´s a lot.
I am me and he is me
and million other things in my mind
but if he would be quiet for once
that would be very kind.
Míša Růžičková - oktáva A
WHAT´S IN MY HEAD
My head is always full of doubts,
whether this is wrong or right.
Destroying bonds, breaking trust,
overthinking every night.
No matter what comes to my mind,
I don´t wanna change the fake.
Even though it´s no always kind,
you´ve go to persist and keep the faith.
Insecurity, people questioning your choice,
that´s what happens when you decide wrong.
“It is worth it.” You hear you tiny silent voice,
and when you became sure, the voice becomes strong.
The mankind will never agree with your life,
that´s what makes me fight for mine.
Of course, you can try to run and hide,
or you can accept the fact and leave them all behind.
Iva Salivarová - kvarta A
WHAT´S IN MY HEAD?
The question doesn´t seem so hard,
what am I just thinking ´bout?
My mind is like an open cage,
but I feel weird and quitly strange,
cause when I talk to you my dear,
it doesn´t really seem so clear.
I know I´m complicated person,
but trust me, dear, it´s for a reason.
If you ever have to leave,
you know I won´t stop believe.
I´ll still love you for all these years,
you always took away my tears.
So please stay here and try to get,
why I act so good, so bad.
It´s not as easy as it seems to be,
you can´t be always what you wanna be.
But if I ever fall deep down,
I know you´ll take me from the ground.
Not sure if my mind make a sense,
I already built a real strong fence.
But if I let you to go through,
you who´s special? Yes, it´s you.
