This year marks 20 years since the spring when the bell rang for our class. last call. We, of course, noted :). We went to Suntar, walked around the place where the building we studied in stood (it burned down right after we graduated), drank tea with the teachers, and went on a hike. They released a casual and colorful booklet with pages from classmates that shocked many people (Yulia and I fantasized about some of them that, by the way, few people recognized themselves in the descriptions, blah). I’ll tell you about the class, the meeting, and other things, maybe. And now I want to post (here too) a few kind words about my school years and teachers before laughing at alternative memories. I wrote this text 3 years ago for a book for the school’s anniversary, since then the memories have not changed and the gratitude is still relevant. True, there is no longer an independent secondary school No. 2, but that’s another, sad, conversation...
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Most of human childhood and adolescence is spent at school. School has a huge influence on the development of personality, an influence comparable only to that of ancestry, family, and parenthood. We all come from school, here the first bricks of fundamental knowledge are laid, and in general knowledge about the structure of the world and life, the ability to work with our brains, think and reason, the ability to interact with a society of our own kind, respect for elders is formed at school, discipline is instilled, moral values.
If you think about it for a minute, it turns out that during your school years, a person receives so much new information for himself, and not just passing news that can be forgotten the next day, but knowledge - the fruits of the development of all branches of science - than for the rest of his life. will receive. At a university, a person studies his chosen specialty, and then throughout his life he deepens and expands his knowledge of his profession. Someone will go into science and dig deep in their own and related fields. And not everyone finds time to study things that do not relate to the profession. So it turns out that a person’s horizons expand sharply precisely at school, and then it’s a matter of the individual and circumstances. But the wider and stronger foundation, which the school gives, so – potentially! - human life is more diverse, richer and more successful. When you think about it, you realize what a big responsibility lies on secondary schools. But you also understand why for most people school is a great concept. Because it is part of the core of their personalities.
I, as a person who can do this and know that, also comes from school. I studied in three schools, but my main, home school is Suntar Secondary No. 2, where I studied from fourth to eleventh grades.
It was at school that I was taught to express my thoughts verbally and in writing. And not only challenging him to the blackboard in class or in written essays, but also in debates and arguments after school with our class teacher Elena Egorovna, and in journalism classes with her.
This is where I fell in love with literature. I remember how I “swallowed” literature textbooks as soon as I received them in the fall. I still love to read and always find time for it. I remember the amazing Isabella Ilyinichna, emotional, charming, how she taught lessons, sparkling with dazzling eyes and infecting her mood.
Here I was taught to write in calligraphic handwriting. It seems that in the present age of development of computer technology it is such an anachronism to write by hand. But sometimes it comes in handy and helps out. People also enjoy receiving handwritten cards. I remember how the Russian language teacher Liya Nikolaevna struggled to correct my handwriting, in which the letters did not want to connect with each other. Liya Nikolaevna was strict and fair, and seemed to me not a simple person, and someone higher. I was in awe of her, and to this day the image of a respected teacher is inextricably linked with her image.
I often remember Natalya Matveevna, a teacher of Yakut language and literature. She was kind and patient in a motherly way, which we often took advantage of, and sometimes we behaved quite disgracefully, making noise and playing “cities and rivers” during lessons. It seems that this is how I earned a reduction in my behavior grade. However, I know that it was thanks to her lessons that some of our boys got into reading and began reading books in the Yakut language outside the curriculum. The fact that we freely read the works of Yakut classics and do not get lost in the archaisms and intricate phrases of the rich Yakut language is the merit of Natalia Matveevna. Nowadays there are many people who only speak Yakut, but cannot read, because, unfortunately, they understand only part of the words.
My favorite subject was chemistry. Chemistry - penetration into the depths of the structure of a substance, amazing at first glance and so logical and beautiful when you get to know the reactions and transformations closely - seemed like magic, the secrets of which are revealed to you. Organic chemistry was my favorite subject immediately after biology, and all these natural science subjects were taught by Lucia Pavlovna, fragile, kind and passionate about her work.
“The number of languages you know, the number of times you are human.” This absolutely fair expression hung in the office foreign languages. Liliya Mitrofanovna taught us French. And for some time we studied with Evseeva Lyubov Egorovna, staged a play with her at French"The Little Prince". In addition, I studied English with her, preparing to enter a university, and it’s absolutely amazing how in just a month she was able to give me the basics English language to a person who has never done it. I am very grateful to Lyubov Egorovna, I remember her as one of my brightest teachers.
The most difficult subject at school for me was physics. Either because our teachers often changed, or by that time my consciousness was not ready to adequately perceive the physical laws of the universe. Honestly, I completed the school physics course solely with the help of cramming, for which I apologize to Galina Egorovna and Ruslan Nikolaevich. But then, as an adult specialist, I once bought textbooks for all classes and went through the entire path of a student in physics again. And now I continue to be interested in the achievements and news of science. And the books of modern physicist Stephen Hawking are among my favorite reference books.
Mathematical subjects were taught to us by Alexey Nikolaevich, Tamara Dorzhievna and Alisa Izosimovna. Mathematics was not one of my favorite subjects; I learned it automatically; I was probably not yet mature enough to study it either. I thought about becoming a biologist, chemist or historian-archaeologist. I remember my first enlightenment in Alexey Nikolaevich’s lesson - when it suddenly dawned on me that it was interesting to prove theorems! And a wonderful teacher Tamara Dorzhievna Ivanova helped me fall in love with mathematics and even choose a profession related to numbers.
I remember with gratitude the physical education lessons and Afanasy Terentyevich. Although I never learned to run a hundred meters and throw a grenade at the required distance, I never fell in love with skiing and still play basketball “dirty”, but, thanks to my school training, at the institute and in various sports sections, I never felt like I was behind the ranks .
I remember singing lessons and choir classes with nostalgia. It was such a pity when Eduard Vasilyevich left for another school. The times when I enjoyed soloing in the choir seem a little unreal.
I still remember with pleasure my first experiences with a computer - this was also at school, during computer science lessons. I wrote a simple program in BASIC - I “drew” a picture with a lake, reeds and swans, and I couldn’t tear myself away from it, I wanted to make it even more complicated, to make it even more beautiful.
I didn’t name all the subjects and not all the teachers; it turns out that memories are an endless process. I'll say one more thing. It's funny, but it turns out that it was at school that I learned how to sew on a machine, connect current sources and wires in electrical circuit, draw shadows on objects, sing in two voices, bandage wounds, use a compass and pitch a tent correctly, and even do simple carpentry. And all these skills came in handy later. But we also learned how to assemble and disassemble a machine gun and how to properly put on a gas mask and camouflage kit! When I talk about this, about what we were taught at our school, many are surprised, and some are envious.
I want to say something special and separate about two teachers.
A person learns throughout his life and mainly from people. But, as Goethe said, not everyone who teaches us deserves the name of Teacher. By and large, I have always been lucky to have knowledge givers - at school, at university, in professional activity, in life. But real, “perfect” Teachers according to Leo Tolstoy, who combine love for their work and love for their students, are especially remembered. I consider my mathematics teacher Tamara Dorzhievna Ivanova to be one of these people. Ask any student in our class about their favorite teacher, I think the majority will name Tamara Dorzhievna after the name Elena Egorovna. She somehow incredibly managed to instill a love for mathematics, show the beauty of mathematics, convince that this science is not scary, that it can be comprehended by the human mind. Since then, the image of mathematics for me is funnyly connected with the image of Tamara Dorzhievna - tall, elegant, beautiful, mysterious and smiling... science. I remember that she knew how not to offend, either by unintentional word or deed, and this is a great skill in working with vulnerable teenagers. She was easy and pleasant to listen to and obey. There was an air of warmth and kindness from her, but this was not weak, but strong kindness, her lessons were always rich and interesting, without relaxation, there was no need to get bored or shirk. I also clearly felt how much she loved her work, how she liked both mathematics and its teaching. People are drawn to such people. It must have been difficult, but she found her own approach to everyone. And what I especially liked about her was that Tamara Dorzhievna taught understanding, taught me to think and reflect, and with the help of reflection and logic to penetrate into the essence of formulas.
Tamara Dorzhievna recently celebrated her anniversary. I congratulate you, Tamara Dorzhievna, and wish that your patience never runs out, that your efforts never go in vain, that problems and tasks are solved, that answers are found. Be healthy, good luck to you. Let love surround you.
And one more person about whom I will never stop telling friends and strangers is our class teacher, the “second mother” for all the children in our class - Elena Egorovna Fedorova. She was one of the best subject teachers in our school, teaching history, geography, and economic geography. A tireless storyteller, she turned her lessons into mental journeys. She herself is a traveler, tester and researcher, and she taught us this business. The further our school years go, the more amazing it is to remember the trips and adventures we went on with our Elena Egorovna. We went on hiking trips with overnight stays, traveled long distances by bus, toured the natural attractions of the area, and even went to Moscow. We learned its subjects in practice, crossing kilometers and latitudes. Now it’s amazing to introduce such an extraordinary teacher, and I love talking about her because she always inspires admiration. Brave, courageous, cheerful, emotional, honest, demanding, always ready to act, always ready to support and help, very fair and not indifferent to the fate of her students. In our class, as in a family, everything happened, happened, and we offended her, and she scolded us quite a bit. Then they always forgave each other, because this is love. Taking this moment, I would like to express my admiration and respect for Elena Egorovna.
This is how I remember my teachers and studies. But school is not only about new knowledge and the people who give it. This is a big piece of life in general. This is our class: friendly, cheerful, funny. The boys at school were fond of hunting and fishing, and we girls laughed at them while we ran around the discos. The whole class went on hikes, and here the boys were in their element. Holidays at school, especially New Year's, how skits and numbers were staged. A whole layer of life is participation in amateur performances, I remember how Anya Egorova and Nadya Makarova danced, and we repeated after them; how they sang “Oh, roads” in the choir; how they read chabyr5akh from the stage and acted as an entertainer. I remember the cheerful pioneer life, “Zarnitsa”. Whatever happened, you can remember for a very long time, which is what we do periodically when we meet as a class. It’s a pity that that old school building does not exist; many, many memories are associated with it, both funny and touching, pathetic and cheerful.
We graduated from school in 1992. Since then, everyone has walked part of their path on their own. Some goals have been achieved, some dreams have been fulfilled. But some are not. Probably, our teachers once pinned their hopes and aspirations on us, expecting certain accomplishments and achievements in adulthood. If we have not yet or have not yet met your hopes, do not be upset, dear teachers. And in all our successes, there is your share.
I congratulate my home school on its anniversary, and I want to say thank you to my teachers and all those who are now working in our school, who pass on their knowledge to everyone, who give a piece of their soul, their energy to the students, who invest in them the kindness of their hearts. I congratulate you and wish you health, prosperity, good students, good conditions labor, good sources of knowledge - so that there is something to teach, what to teach, and whom to teach. I wish you successful, beloved and rewarding work. May our school always grow and develop!
You have mastered the shock
A hundred rules and sciences,
But there's still a little bit left
There are 1000 pieces at the institute! And that's the end!
And maybe even strange
You will be without teachers, guys...
Don't leave right away - I'll tell you,
What they say to loved ones when they say goodbye:
“I wish you to walk through life boldly,
I wish everyone to find happiness,
Let everyone's wish come true.
On the road, friend! Have a nice trip!”
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Our dear teachers!
On this holiday - Teachers' Day
Forget all your worries
And look at the world more cheerfully.
You are always a source of light for us,
And the guys all, as if by agreement,
They bring you beautiful bouquets.
And for them the shine of your eyes -
The best reward for your efforts,
Better than any of the praise.
And they have one desire:
Just to bring you joy.
For your sincere smile
And the student and every student
He will instantly correct all his mistakes.
And it will not repeat them in the future.
You carry the torch of knowledge for everyone,
The one that will never go out.
May your wishes come true,
May no trouble come to your home!
Your life is lessons, children,
Your life is a patient concern.
We love you like no one else in the world!
And we repeat not for the sake of beautiful words:
"We love you!"
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It used to be in our class
Lots of troubles
There were joys, sorrows,
We mooed under our desks,
But they helped each other out.
And now they have become different:
We are not rushing anywhere in a flock...
The guy walks around half asleep -
Busy with himself.
Without discussions and polemics -
Everyone is almost an academician.
And the girls are getting prettier:
Jewelry on the necks
They have hairpins in their hair,
And the words are quite sharp!
“What can you do - it’s a difficult age!
- We often hear this exclamation.
But we will help each other out
If things get tough for us.
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...And then the call came,
The school house is quickly emptying.
In the ringing silence
Last steps.
But in a quiet class you are still sitting at the table,
And again your students are in front of you.
And in silence you think about them,
Yesterday strangers, now family,
About their question, about your answer,
About something for which there is no answer...
And tomorrow the day will come again,
And the school's joyful people
Fill the floors with noise
And he will spin in the whirlwind of life!
Once upon a time I was on the third desk against the wall
I dreamed about the future and was in a hurry to become an adult
Even then you decided to be a teacher,
The path he chose was not easy, but he knew that he was strong enough.
And again there is silence at school,
And the old globe by the window,
In the magazine there is a suffix and case,
And so many destinies and hopes...
The fate of the country, the fate of the earth is in your hands,
Your students' dreams will come true.
They are to sow grain, guide ships on course,
Dedicate your life to children, as you did...
And again there is silence at school,
And the old globe by the window,
In the magazine there is a suffix and case,
And so many destinies and hopes...
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Calls
Agnia Barto
I am Volodin's marks
I'll find out without the diary.
If brother comes
With a three
Three bells ring.
If suddenly we
In the apartment
The ringing begins -
So it's five
Or four
He received it today.
If he comes
With a deuce -
I hear from afar:
Two short ones are heard,
Indecisive
Call.
Well, what if
Unit,
He quietly
There's a knock on the door.
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TO THE TEACHER
And again in the gilded poplar,
And Skoda is like a ship at the pier,
Where teachers wait for students,
To start a new life.
There is no richer and more generous person in the world,
What are these people, forever young.
We remember all our teachers,
Although they themselves are almost gray.
They are in the destiny of each of us,
They pass through it like a red thread.
We proudly say every time
Three simple words: “This is my teacher.”
We are all in his most reliable hands:
Scientist, doctor, politician and builder...
Always live in your students
And be happy, our captain-teacher!
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School, school, world of science,
A world of dreams, knowledge, light.
The only sad thing is that she
Closed for children in summer.
I'm proud of everything that is in you -
The abode of children's dreams, dreams -
You contain everyone within yourself
From meeting to parting.
There are countless happy school days,
That time will not pass without a trace,
And, taking flattery to heart,
We love school unrequitedly.
Korenev Pavel, 11-A grade
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for TEACHER'S Day
How many springs have already flown by!
We can't stop these years
And for you the main thing was -
Teach children day after day.
Don't let bad weather come into your home
And diseases will not find roads.
We wish you health and happiness!
And thank you for your good work!
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Don't you dare forget your teachers.
They worry about us and remember us,
And in the silence of thoughtful rooms
They are waiting for our returns and news.
They miss these infrequent meetings.
And no matter how many years have passed,
Teacher's happiness is formed
From our student victories.
And sometimes we are so indifferent to them:
On New Year's Eve I don't send them congratulations,
And in the bustle or simply out of laziness
We don’t write, we don’t visit, we don’t call.
They are waiting for us. They're watching us
And they rejoice every time for those
Who will pass the exam somewhere again?
For courage, for honesty, for success.
Don't you dare forget your teachers.
Let life be worthy of their efforts.
Russia is famous for its teachers,
The disciples bring glory to her.
Don't you dare forget your teachers.
A. Dementiev
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Teacher is a distant profession
actions. Home on earth.
R. Rozhdestvensky
In our country, all professions are equally important. But one of the most important is the profession of a teacher. The teacher leads us through the years of childhood, adolescence, youth, performs an everyday, sometimes unnoticeable feat - he gives us his knowledge, puts a piece of his heart into us. He helps us find our path in life. The work of a teacher is noble and beautiful. It is a great happiness to meet a teacher who teaches kindness and justice, teaches us to be human. As a rule, a person does not forget a good teacher. The student will remember such a teacher all his life, tell his friends and grandchildren about him, and will base his life on him, considering him an ideal of goodness. It is rightly said that a writer lives in his works, a good artist lives in his paintings, a sculptor lives in the sculptures he creates. A good teacher lives in the thoughts and actions of people. That is why every person remembers his home school and his spiritual mentors with a feeling of deep gratitude.
Andrey Dementyev « Don't you dare forget your teachers"
Don't you dare forget your teachers.
They worry about us and remember us.
They are waiting for our returns and news.
They miss these infrequent meetings.
And, no matter how many years have passed,
Teacher happiness happens
From our student victories.
And sometimes we are so indifferent to them:
We don’t send them congratulations on New Year’s Eve.
And in the bustle or simply out of laziness
We don’t write, we don’t visit, we don’t call.
They are waiting for us. They're watching us
And they rejoice every time for those
Who passed the exam somewhere again
For courage, for honesty, for success.
Don't you dare forget your teachers.
Let life be worthy of their efforts.
Russia is famous for its teachers.
The disciples bring glory to her.
Don't you dare forget your teachers!
For Teacher's Day
It’s so good that we are celebrating the holiday
Beautiful, golden autumn,
When there is a red rowan under the window
Waving to us with the last leaves.
When the white birches, exposed,
They showed a flexible, thin figure,
When the paths are strewn with gold
And you can’t hear the migrating flocks.
Increasingly enchanting with beauty,
Nature has gathered to rest.
Only to you, dear teachers,
Life returned bright and mischievous.
Here they are, boys and girls,
Like the leaves falling in an autumn garden,
Spinning in a graceful waltz,
With a quiet rustle they sat down in a row.
Look into your eyes - you will see the sky,
Look into your soul and you will see heaven.
You, as a teacher, and just a mother,
Protect this purity.
I know, dear ones, you can do it:
You have wisdom, knowledge and experience,
And good, kind, gentle qualities...
I just can’t count them all!
For Teacher's Day // fine arts at school. – 2005. – N 4. – P. 71.
Boltacheva N. Teacher
An autumn leaf is spinning outside the window.
October. Golden autumn rules the roost.
With an umbrella, but with a white festive bow
We rush to the classroom to congratulate the teacher.
On this day we want to wish her
To be the kindest, wisest and most beautiful...
And the rain will softly tap on the notebook
Autumn sonnet, tender and sweet.
Teacher. He is with us year after year.
Gives endless lessons.
Sets homework
Repeats unforgettable lines.
He teaches us to divide and multiply,
Read, write and construct sentences,
To comprehend the universal laws
And make serious decisions.
He is not building a house on sand,
He strives to lay the right foundation.
And what does he write on the blackboard today?
Tomorrow will turn into mundane affairs.
The teacher gives us warmth and light,
Us by example inspires.
And, if necessary, the wise will give advice,
And everyone in the class understands this.
The teacher is our reliable, faithful friend.
He knows our secrets and secrets.
He is a doctor of our little sciences.
We thank him for this.
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Dementyev A.
Don't you dare forget your teachers...
They worry about us and remember us,
And in the silence of thoughtful rooms
They are waiting for our returns and news.
Dementyev A. Teachers
I will not forget my teachers.
I will not change my teachers.
They will guide me from there,
Where there is no change between evening and day.
I know them from books and portraits,
Those who left before me many years ago.
And on the earth, warmed by their flames,
I am caressed and warmed by that light.
Immortal pages sound within me,
When we talk about art.
Everything in this world can be useful.
And only talent is forever unique.
I appeal to teachers again,
How the earth turns to the sun.
And I keep hoping that suddenly a word will be born
And the teachers will smile at me.
Dementiev: poems; songs; poems. – M.; 1985. – P. 145.
Teacher's Day.
Teacher's Day is a school holiday,
But the country celebrates him.
He is both solemn and modest,
And in everything his glory is visible.
Both a scientist and a collective farmer,
Composer, miner and poet -
This is a former diligent schoolboy,
This is the glory of the teaching years.
Teacher's Day is in bloom
From flowers and children's smiles.
It's the teacher's birthday
This is his great anniversary.
Teacher's Day is a holiday of glory,
Victory Day and Celebration Day,
School Great Power Festival,
Realms of wisdom and magic.
Teacher's Day is a school holiday // Class teacher. – 2004. – N 1. – P. 36.
Laukhtin V.
Teacher is a state of mind,
Vocation, talent and inspiration,
Profession is harder to find,
And the result is knowledge and insight.
Teaching children - what could be better?
Burn, suffer, despair and believe,
But this, of course, is worth living for,
Although sometimes the result cannot be measured.
Learning is light, and ignorance is darkness,
Words long worn to a shine...
A country cannot be illiterate
And homeless, soulless childhood.
We wish you well with all our hearts,
And courage, and perseverance, and faith.
While the bells are ringing in the soul,
The teaching profession will not be lost!
Laukhtin – state of mind // How to entertain guests. – 2007. – N 7. – P. 88–89.
Moskvichov A. Teacher
Teaching is not an easy task
Teaching is a more difficult task.
Only that teacher is real
Who can easily cope with it too.
He is, of course, without a doubt a master.
He is, of course, a miracle teacher!
The one who does not accept lies and falsehood,
The one who helped everyone in life.
There are so many different destinies living in him,
And there are just a million emotions!
Therefore, playing and taking risks,
He walks into the classroom as if walking down a ladder.
And he leads like a navigator,
Your frigate according to knowledge, waves,
Reigns easily and undividedly
He is against the winds of fate.
He is a zealot of all known sciences,
A whole world lives in his heart.
He is a simple Russian teacher,
Deserving fame and honor!
Moskvichov A. Teacher's Day
It's good to have a reason to get together
You and I are at one big table.
Talk, laugh quietly -
We get tired of the noise at work.
Every day we are like that good wizard
Gifts from the bag that he takes out,
Guys, we leaf through life like a textbook -
We pass on our knowledge to them.
We feel the breath of generations -
Another release will follow:
"Let me humbly kneel,
Teacher, before your name!
We will hear the classic words more than once
From schoolchildren who got off the ship.
And on the board, as for the first time, we will write
Introduction to the topic, starting life from scratch!
After all, each lesson is like a film,
We scroll only the first time.
Then we start filming again -
There will be a premiere show tomorrow!
Well, now allow me, colleagues,
Congratulations on your holiday from the bottom of my heart!
May success accompany you in life,
Don't let the kids upset you!
Let the skill only grow stronger over the years,
Let it grow and expand!
You can drink a glass of tea for this -
Today this is not a sin at all!..
You're leaving work leisurely,
You are carrying a bouquet of flowers as a gift.
October on the strings of rainy autumn
You're ready to play your waltz-Boston.
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Moskvichov A. Teacher
There are so many professions on Earth,
But still one is more necessary and important than all of them!
Teacher, you yourself chose this path
And you walk along it for many years.
Let generations pass you by
And you always remain young.
In your soul you conduct the very first exam,
Although the temples are already covered with gray hair.
You stand at the board and solve a problem,
Chalk tightly squeezed in your hand,
And after lessons you will cry quietly,
Suddenly remembering all the unresolved matters.
After all, in life problems come in a string,
Its laws are very difficult to understand.
You clearly remembered the games and the X's
And you always want to get only “five”!
And someone is now conquering planets,
Others simply pass their license,
Suddenly they remember the instructions, advice -
Teachers have very simple words.
They remain children for you,
At least they are raising their own grandchildren.
And in the old album their eyes laugh
In the photo where they are all sitting next to each other.
They still come to you at school,
But less often - on the anniversary, New Year…
They will see you and ask for forgiveness,
And you will forgive them - there are too many worries...
You are the sorcerer and ruler of human destinies,
You are a storehouse of knowledge and wisdom, light,
You are simply a magician! You're just... a teacher,
But it’s so difficult to give simple advice.
And you take high stakes
You can't make a mistake anymore!
You give your soul without a trace
Without asking for anything for yourself in return!
But lessons again - it's time to go to work,
You worry: “How will today go?”
And then go home, but I don’t feel like going
After all, tomorrow is work... AND SO – ALL YEAR ROUND!!
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Moskovskikh A. For teachers
I walk on fallen gold, on gold,
And under the feet of the puddles there is fragile glass.
Summer gives way, gives way to cold,
And everything in my soul is as bright as spring.
Today is a quiet day and exceptionally bright,
And in the waltz the leaves fall onto the asphalt.
Today is a holiday - Russian Teacher's Day,
And the voices of children are especially heard.
Warm greetings will relieve your stress,
Smoothes out your fine wrinkles
And with an equally happy expression
The stars of your sweet, stern eyes are shining.
For honorable and sometimes painful work
The entire Russian land is grateful to you.
The smartest rulers of the rebellious souls of the boys,
Sorry if we offended you in any way...
God bless you, God bless you, teachers!
Moscow for gold, fallen, for gold // How to entertain guests. – 2008. – N 7. – P. 51.
Oparina N .
Inhales the autumn leaf underfoot,
October opened his eyes thoughtfully,
Like an old man, with close tears
Heaven pours out its soul to us.
Everything is quiet and thoughtful in nature,
An autumn day is philosophically strict.
This day is celebrated quietly among the people,
But the whole country is going to a lesson.
And let the city not be colorful today,
And we don’t flock in columns to the square,
Marked with special warmth in our hearts,
It becomes a universal holiday.
He does not ask for a chilled orphan,
And to our dear guest at a generous table.
Under the drizzling autumn sky
Our holiday has entered every home!
Teacher is the biggest category!
The teacher is not a persecutor, not a supplicant.
Let the leaders reshape history,
The teacher is the eternal educator!
Teacher is an ageless word!
Teacher with every new generation
It becomes as if he too
Everything is sincere, everything is cleaner and younger!
Autumn leaf underfoot // How to entertain guests. – 2004. – N 4. – P. 91.
Honorable and complex
teacher's work,
Vocation, heart
The call is on the road.
But knowledge is a wealth
You give again
And with them - hope,
Goodness and love!
Patience is holy
And sincere laughter
Perseverance, joy
And faith in success.
Live with dignity
Giving us strength,
Always tense
Which means it’s not in vain!
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Khorinskaya E. To the teacher
You slowly walk along the path,
On soft, slightly yellowing grass...
You're wearing a dark dress. White scarf
On a snow-silver head.
The garden has grown... And it is many years old...
The cold weather spared him in winter.
You planted these apple trees yourself.
The year I came here.
You looked both kindly and sternly
And she knew our thoughts and deeds.
You saw everyone off on their way
And she was a mother to everyone.
...Rays glide across the painted desks.
The old school garden will look through the windows...
You will also say:
- Hello, guys! –
As she told us many years ago.
And now, even though we have been apart for a long time
And their heads are turning gray,
But we remember your eyes and hands,
Your simple kind words.
There is always a trodden path to the porch,
No snowstorm can hide it.
And someone in your bright window
Again he knocks with his excited hand.
You will come out to us. And again, as before,
We will see a kind and inquisitive look.
You just say:
- Hello, guys! –
As I said many years ago...
And until the morning - this is our custom -
We'll talk to you, as always,
About our plans, the border service,
About new buildings, distant cities...
We'll tell you how we walked forward through the blizzard
And they took an impregnable pass...
When he says goodbye, he will kiss your hand
And the one who never kissed anyone's hands.
Khorinskaya // Farewell, my age...: poems / . – Ekaterinburg, 2001. – pp. 45–46.
Yartsev I.
There is no wiser profession in the world
And it is more necessary for the introduction of good.
Life gives lessons, and in the process
We understand: the teacher was right!
He was right when he said that he would reward us
For the deeds that we do on earth,
That every action has its own price -
We are talking about good or evil...
O teacher! Prophet and mentor to us -
You remain a messenger of good!
Congratulations on Teacher's Day
It's time for us today!
Congratulations and may all your dreams
Very easy to do!
Peace, light, health, and titles,
And smart students to you!
Yartsev is wiser than his profession in the world // How to entertain guests. – 2004. – N 4. – P. 91.
V. Kobyakov Teacher
The women scratched their tongues:
- The newcomer is lucky,
Our men are fighting
And he teaches children.
He would like to be on the front line
The fascists beat their sworn ones.
And he, healthy, young,
He hid himself behind them.
The teacher lived alone.
And he returned late.
The village stirred souls
The boot squeaks frosty.
Until it died down
Their creaking
A sob languished,
There was a scream...
And houses in the lunar emptiness,
Falling off dully
An unfastened prosthesis was flying
In a silent cold corner.
taut, tense,
There was the silence of the night.
Pshenichny A. Ballad about a school teacher
Forty-one.
Summer reigns again.
Outlet,
Farewell school ball.
Until the morning of my tenth graders
The young teacher saw off.
saw off
Not knowing what will come true
Their dream
About meeting in a year,
What are these five laughing
Will end up in his rifle platoon
And what is he
Meeting the replenishment,
Suddenly he rips his cap off his head,
And not according to the regulations,
From excitement,
Someone will ask:
- Is that you?!
On top
Jagged like a lemon
For the second day now
Scraped the ground with razors
Shards
And grew into the loam
A thinned out platoon.
But, parting the groves of remains,
The armor creaked madly,
And along the trenches
Flew:
- Tanks!...
And the platoon commander shouted:
- Listen to me!
But, having pulled up
Belt of a dented helmet,
Shaking off hot lumps
From the shoulder
One said:
- The task is clear,
Cool. –
And he smiled:
- Can I answer?..
Gone to the rear
Five envelope corners
Where by hand
Under the regimental stamp:
“I give your son a posthumous
Rating "five"
For what he has lived."
Forty blue notebooks
Forty new paths.
Apparently the house is in order,
If there are so many children.
Essay topic –
"I love you, Rus."
And she arrived again
Ancient sadness.
Bent over the sheets
And went into silence...
If Cool
Forgotten
So I remembered
War.
Pshenichny A. Ballad about the class teacher // To fire and grass: poems / A. Pshenichny. – Sverdlovsk, 1980. – P. 8–9.
The image of a teacher in prose
Braithwaite - with love: a novel // Foreign literature. – 1985. – N 2. – P. 3–53; N 3. – pp. 13–18.
Nagibin literature: stories. – M.: Publishing house “Podkova”, 1998 – 662 p.
Osipov M. Rock, scissors, paper: a story // Znamya. – 2009. – N 7. – P. 51–70.
Pavlov O. Teacher enters the classroom...: story // New world. – 2009. – N 1. – P. 84–91.
Polyakov Yu. Working on mistakes: a story // Youth. – 1986. – N 9. – P. 3–40.
Rasputin V. French lessons: a story // Novels and stories / V. Rasputin. – M., 1984. – P. 624–652.
Chekhov's literature: a story // Stories. Plays / . – M., 1988. – P. 163–186.
The school where I study is seventy years old. But it seems to me that none new school cannot convey the kindness and warmth that radiate from the walls of my school, which for years has kept the sounds of change, the loud exclamations and laughter of students, the strict but correct instructions of teachers
When on a gloomy autumn day
For the first time I entered school,
Warmth washed over me
Like a burning fire
Elementary school graduate!
Became more confident, bolder,
More and more serious and smarter
Every new day you grow older!
Congratulations, this is a holiday,
We exclaim in unison: “Bravo!”
Let the holidays give
Meetings, joys, fun!
Four years flew by like birds.
And today we proudly say -
Graduates are now you, graduates
Stages of the first school path!
You still have a lot to go through
And you may be wrong more than once!
But we want study to become
The most important task for you!
Elementary school graduate!
There is something to be proud of today!
What to congratulate at school and at home
And be pleasantly surprised!
Let in the land of useful knowledge
It will be very interesting
Exciting, funny,
Bright, fun, wonderful!
We are happy to congratulate you today,
You've moved up a notch!
You and I went all the way to the end,
The farewell bell has already been heard!
You still have more to come
A step to the pinnacle of knowledge.
You are in a hurry to find out in this world,
After all, knowledge helps us live!
I say heroes, not culprits. After all, you have overcome a very important stage on a long journey called “life”. A person makes his own path in life, even if he follows someone else.
You've been on the road for many years now, and graduation party- like a crossroads. The meeting place from where a new countdown will begin - the countdown of kilometers-days of independent adult life.
We, your teachers and parents, tried to help you pave your own path, helped you in your search for knowledge, supported you in moments of difficult choice, and sometimes even laid straw to soften the blows. We are confident that the knowledge you gain at school will be in demand.
We hope that your thirst for knowledge, determination and desire for self-improvement will help you become successful people. May the path you choose lead you to success. Of course, you can stop along the way because you’re tired, or cry because it’s difficult.
Years will pass and they will be forgotten individual moments school time, but your memories of school will always be warm and full of love. Now you are at the very door leading to adulthood. Nobody knows what's behind them.
We believe that everything will work out for you in life, and all your wishes will come true. cherished dreams. Don't be afraid to live; Let kindness, self-confidence and mental strength help you constantly move forward. We are very proud that you studied here, at this school. You have become family to us.
We hope that you also fell in love with this house and will miss it. And we will be very glad if at least sometimes you come back here for a short time to talk about how your life is going, about your plans and dreams. The school doors will always be open for you.
You have been with us throughout all these school years, gave us their affection and care. Therefore, first of all, congratulations to all of you, dear parents, on this wonderful day.
Good luck and prosperity to you!
Let the stars shine especially brightly today, illuminating the road you are just entering with a mysterious light. Let it be even and smooth, like the graduation ribbons that you are wearing now.
Please accept my gratitude today,
I confess, teacher, I love you very much.
Thank you for teaching me everything
Without sparing yourself, you served the children.
For wisdom, support, care, warmth,
Because you gave only good things.
For the noise and anxiety, please forgive me.
Thank you for everything, beloved teacher.
For lovingly entering the classroom
And they opened their hearts to us.
For your kindest glance, sometimes tired,
Because you always stood for us.
I will say “thank you” to you, teacher,
For everything that was given to me in life.
For help, knowledge, support.
You showed light in the darkness.
You taught me to trust people
And discover a beautiful world.
I will only be indebted to you.
I want to wish you all the best.
Dear our first teacher, on behalf of all parents who deeply respect you, we ask you to accept words of gratitude for your sensitive and kind heart, for your care, patience, for your efforts and aspirations, for your love and understanding. Thank you very much for our happy, smart and well-mannered children!
How difficult it can be sometimes
You need to raise our children.
But we all understand it
And we really want to tell you:
Thank you, dear teacher,
For your kindness and patience.
For children you are a second parent,
Please accept our gratitude!
Everyone in the world loves the first teacher!
She gives a sea of strength to children!
If suddenly something bad happens to someone,
The teacher will listen and always help!
The first teacher is the first friend!
May everyone around you always love you!
May it be easy for you from any children
Raise decent and knowledgeable people!
My first teacher, you are my dearest.
I remember learning the alphabet with you,
I learned to write and count,
He worked seriously like a child.
Congratulations, I've grown up already,
As an adult, at the school level, I stand,
And you, as always, are with the kids,
Yesterday she was only with us.
The word school- a concept that is capacious, meaningful, sacred. It is always closely connected with a person, with his activities.
We can say that school is the beginning of man. Traditional: “Our child went to first grade,” means that this child has already left childhood and has gone to school with the beginning of adolescence.
Lessons - changes, changes - lessons... and everywhere it’s the same. And for a long time. Oh, how long ago. Years, decades, and maybe even centuries. Sooner or later, everyone (well, almost everyone) goes through this. Each of us remembers our school, our teachers with warmth and gratitude, and joyfully and reverently walks along the corridors that remember the ringing of voices and the stomping of feet of many generations! The school in Blagoveshchenko is located on the main street in the center of the village. All paths and paths flow here. Evergreen thujas and spruces symbolize the unfading beauty of youth, protect from wind and cold in winter, and provide coolness on hot days.
There is a cozy stadium in the schoolyard. During the summer holidays, the football field was able to rest a little, the regrown grass was neatly mowed and the smooth lawn attracts with emerald greenery. Soon the birds, accustomed to silence, will be disturbed by children's voices and fly up pyramidal poplars, who stand like guards along the perimeter of the school grounds, will watch from above the uncompromising struggle in school competitions.
It's great to walk along the chestnut alley in September! Autumn, like a very demanding artist, mixes colors on 
chestnut leaves and, not satisfied with the result, plucks them and throws them at people’s feet. And schoolchildren make bouquets from leaves and decorate school classrooms with the gold of September.
There is a calm on the floors. After renovation, you can smell something new, just like the smell of textbooks and notebooks with new covers! There are flowers on the walls, new covering on the floor. The offices are in perfect order - declarations of love and drawings of hearts pierced by Cupid's arrows are mercilessly painted over. Everything is ready for the start of the new school year! Soon this silence will be broken by the blazing first bell, and weeks, months, years, full of tireless work, discoveries and victories, achievements and temporary failures, will quickly fly, replacing each other. Here, bit by bit, through common efforts, we create our own world, our own special atmosphere. First the first day of September! Day of Knowledge!
And then lessons. Long and flying by very quickly. Interesting and not very interesting. Peaceful negotiations at desks, notes, jokes and jokes, and above all this, from somewhere above, the teacher’s voice.
All our bright memories and good hopes are connected with this day. After all, it is on this day that the difficult road to the world of knowledge and new discoveries begins. And the duty of teaching staff is to do everything to ensure that the school year is successful, effective, so that our students receive a high-quality, modern professional education, and after graduation high school entered higher education educational institutions and became highly educated specialists.
The Annunciation School is traditionally strong for its teachers - caring people, ready to sacrifice for the most important things in life - for the sake of children, for the sake of their calling, for the sake of life on earth!
Children are required by law to study. And all law-abiding children, law-abiding citizens, complete at least nine grades. And illegal ones too. And they study in thousands of schools across the country. And everyone (or almost everyone) loves theirs.
And for what? Why do we all have such affection for our schools? Probably for the same reason we love our parents, our village, our country... that is, for no particular reason. Just because we study here. Simply because it's ours!
After the terrible events on our land - the death of schoolchildren in Beslan, the attack of militants on Nalchik, the genocide of the Ossetian people in South Ossetia, it is difficult to understand where and what the people who killed and humiliated their neighbors, their fellow tribesmen learned, who raised them?
Perhaps it would be quite appropriate to quote here Plato’s words about “real education.” “Man is the meekest creature,” writes the philosopher, “and the most divine, if he is tamed by real education; if he is not educated or is given false education, then he will be the most wild animal of all that the earth produces.”
At the Blagoveshchensk school the problem of education is given special attention and school graduates are people who are ready to help each other, who love their relatives, their country and are ready to glorify their small Motherland!
The mission of the school is to effectively implement training that allows, based on the best examples of graduate training, to bring knowledge and experience into the world, through the introduction of modern educational technologies, high potential teaching staff, and interaction between public authorities.
The teachers of the Annunciation School remain faithful to their profession, one of the most humane in the world, and are ready to continue their dedicated work in the new academic year and will honestly fulfill their civic duty - the mission of educating people of the 21st century - educated, cultural, healthy
Gimelfarb A.M.