Russian language
5 - 9 grades
Write an essay on the topic of an interesting meeting. Title it. WHAT TEXT did you get - a description, a narrative or an argument? What form did you use - a diary, a letter or a fairy tale? When finalizing what you wrote, refer to the memo.
Answers
SQUIRREL.
In the fall, when school was on vacation, my parents and I went for a walk in the old city park, where huge trees grow. We enjoyed the wonderful autumn air, admired the charm of nature and collected colorful leaves. Suddenly I saw a gray squirrel sitting on a pine tree. Yes, yes, exactly the gray one! She watched me with her attentive beady eyes. I really wanted to pet her! I tried to come closer. But the fluffy stranger, waving her tail, quickly disappeared into the crown of the tree. All the following days I came to the park, dreaming of meeting the beauty again and getting to know her better. And in order to appease the squirrel, I always had nuts and seeds in my jacket pocket. But, alas, I never saw her again. Apparently she had a lot to do and, unlike me, she couldn't afford long walks in the park.
Meet an athlete, an entrepreneur, a person actively involved in charity work, who has found the use of his strengths and, I would say, extraordinary abilities in our rather difficult and difficult times. Yes, yes, extraordinary and nothing else, but more on that below.
WITH Sergei Vyacheslavovich Orlov We didn’t see each other for quite a long time, although we called each other regularly, but not more than once a quarter, or even every six months. Having agreed on an interview with him, I wait for him at the local history museum. Exactly at the appointed time, he quickly enters the room. He’s all so slender and fit, his sculpted muscles are clearly visible from under the thin fabric of a modern and fashionable shirt. A confident look, a strong handshake, and a slight smile on the face is a sign of good mood and well-being. You can’t give him more than forty, but his gray hair with a beautiful hairstyle says that life was not always sweet, white and fluffy for him, that he knew hard and difficult times, and that, despite his elegant appearance, he is already over fifty.
— Sergey! We have known each other for more than thirty years, so let’s be on a first-name basis without any other curtsies.
— I agree, although I am much younger and am not used to talking familiarly with elders.
—You were born and lived until the age of 15 in the Uvarovsky section of the Ozersky district. Many today do not know where this settlement was located, and some are only hearing the name for the first time. Tell us about your childhood experiences.
— In the encyclopedia of villages and hamlets of the Ozersky district A.P. Doronina points out that the Bolshe-Uvarovsky site arose during the Stolypin reforms, at the beginning of the twentieth century, when peasants left the community and bought land for individual farming. Perhaps this was so, but after 1917 they began to talk about joint management. Our settlement, the Uvarovsky site, was located in the north of the Ozersky district, 3-4 km from the village of Bolshoye Uvarovo and 4-5 km from the village of Kudryavtsevo, now the Kolomensky district. The Uvarovsky site was essentially a good village, which had a store, a club, a nursery, an elementary school, a bathhouse, an office, two dairy farms, and a stable. Five hundred meters from the main buildings there was a farmstead with about a dozen individual houses. The family of Vladimir Istratenko, nicknamed “the general,” lived there. Next to it stood the houses of the Surin and Soin families. In total, about two hundred people lived on the site, including children. The female population worked in animal husbandry and field cultivation, men worked in the barnyard, as machine operators, or went to work according to an assignment, which was carried out daily in an office that had a landline telephone - a small piece of civilization.
Winter 1965 Men of the Uvarovsky site, in the center in felt boots Vyacheslav Ivanovich Orlov - cattleman-shepherd from/for "Ozyory"
I graduated from primary school, as they would say today, at my place of residence. There were two classrooms in the school premises, in one the children of the first and second grades studied with the teacher Olga Nikolaevna Zaitseva. In another room are the third and fourth grades. Our teacher Klavdiya Vasilyevna Korneva was always with us. The school had stove heating, like all houses in the village, two toilets were monumentally piled up on the street, next to the school building. There were 25-30 of us students in the elementary school.
— After graduating from elementary school, your path, like the path of your peers, lay in the secondary school of the village of Boyarkino. And it’s about 5 kilometers away, of which 3.5 km the road is through the forest. Wasn’t it scary to walk this way when you were 11 years old?
- Well, of course not. In the morning, 15-17 schoolchildren gathered near our houses. High school students provided assistance to us kids without fail. And it was like this from year to year. When the time came, we began to patronize the younger ones. And in the first autumn months, in September-October, we rode bicycles to school, in such a friendly and noisy group. The same thing happened in the spring. And in winter, the state farm provided a cart and in the pre-dawn darkness we loaded into the sleigh. When one cart was missing, the state farm allocated a second one. From this side everything was clear. An adult driver accompanied us to and from school. And then there was much more order in the country in those years.
— Was there a sports core at the Uvarovsky site? Or did they stew in their own juices, playing rounders and “siskin”, “tag” or jumping over a rope, and while playing cards, furtively smoking into their fists so that the adults would not see? And having grown up a little, did you sip “Solntsedar” or “Port Wine 777” outside the village?
— We played lapta and “siskin,” of course. What would it be like to be a child without these games? They ran in “Cossack-robbers” and “salochki”, jumped over a rope with the girls, showing their dexterity and dexterity. We had a full-size football field, with benches for spectators. We cherished and took care of the field. They marked it, sprinkled it, moistened it. Many of us held a scythe from an early age, and mowing a football field, which is almost a hectare of area, was not difficult for us. About a dozen mowers went out in the morning in the cold and dew, and after 2-3 hours the mowing was over, the field took on a festive look. And when teams from neighboring villages came to visit us, it was an event for the entire population. Almost all the residents of the village gathered near the field. They hooted, whistled, and cheered if a local football player made a successful feint or shot beautifully at the opponent's goal. And if one of us played “carelessly,” we could hear a lot of unpleasant things addressed to us. In such cases, the player’s parents also got it. And after the match, a detailed parental “analysis” awaited me at home.
Winter 1976 Orlov S.V.
Early 1960s After a football match at the Uvarovsky site.
The future director of the Boyarka secondary school is sitting on the left in a white shirt.
Belousov Alexey Mikhailovich.
Standing from right to left: Valentin Goncharov, Vyacheslav Orlov, Vladimir Yudin, Sergei Orlov (not the hero of our interview), Vladimir Orlov, Vladimir Khrapov is standing on the far left.
In winter, the ice hockey area was flooded. The sides were made of snow. They were also specially watered. The box was so popular and constantly occupied by hockey players that we, elementary school students, were allowed onto it only to clear the snow and refill the ice. But we somehow managed to get onto the site. Everyone knew how to skate decently - both boys and girls from our village. In the lobby of the club there was a table tennis table and billiards, so our physical development was at the appropriate level. Many people smoked in those years, but somehow God had mercy on me. And not all of the older guys drank port wine and vermouth. Although there were those who now have to hide, who even flaunted this hobby. But my friends and I strived for physical perfection. Throw a grenade farther, run the fastest, do pull-ups on the horizontal bar at least 25 times, and do a “snap” on this projectile or a force-exit with both arms.
— Were physical education lessons at school a priority among all the disciplines you studied? Have you already gradually prepared yourself to enter the Institute of Physical Education?
- I wouldn't say that. I studied exactly in all subjects. Our physical education classes were taught by Nikolai Vladimirovich Basov. At that time he was still an active athlete. He competed in the regional weightlifting championship, and before that he was involved in track and field decathlon. We knew how to jump, throw, and run quite well. One problem was that the school did not have a gym at that time, and physical education lessons took place in the school corridor. A gymnastic pommel horse was installed, and a “goat” for the girls, mats were laid out and off we went. Only it was forbidden to make noise or talk loudly, so as not to interfere with the lessons in the classrooms. I graduated from high school without a C in my certificate, with a good average score. I never thought about my future. But in the tenth grade, at a regional competition, I won the next 1000-meter race and Galina Kustova, she did an internship at our Boyarkinsky school after finishing the third year of the institute, called me over and suggested that I try to test my strength when entering the Kolomna Pedagogical Institute. “You have all the makings and abilities for this,” she added. After these words, I really thought about my future. By that time, a decision had already been made to liquidate the Uvarovsky site. Some residents moved to two-story apartment buildings built in the village of Uvarovo, while others moved to Boyarkino or other settlements. I passed the college exams the first time and in June 1983 received a university diploma. And in July I tried on a soldier’s uniform. The call arrived. He repaid his debt to the Motherland in a group of Soviet troops in Germany. He served, accompanying targets on locators. At the end of his service, he completed short-term but intense courses, passed the tests successfully and was demobilized as a reserve lieutenant.
— How did the citizen greet the reserve officer? Did you find it easy to get a job at school?
— Returned to Ozyory at the end of November 1984. I tried to get a job in the city of Kolomna, but the school year was already in full swing, the staff was full and I was advised to wait until September 1st. By chance, I met Evgeny Vasilyevich Mikheenko in Ozyory, told me about my problems, and he dragged me straight from the street to the office of the head of GORONO, Nina Gavrilovna Panova. In short, already on January 1, 1985, I started working at the secondary school in the village of Redkino as a physical teacher, teacher of labor and military lessons. And the very next year I worked at school No. 4, in a wonderful team created by Yuri Vasilyevich Petrov. I liked everything. And the gym, and the equipment, and the students who loved physical education lessons. But the dashing, crazy, unpredictable nineties came. My wife also worked as a foreign language teacher at school No. 1. Salaries were not indexed and were often delayed. It was a pretty hard time. There was simply nothing to feed the family or buy clothes, and this is also important for a teacher. I felt somehow defective. Man, I can’t provide the basic necessities for my loved ones. Sometimes we ate what our elderly parents sent us from the village.
— How did you decide to leave teaching and take a sharp turn in your life path? Usually such things are not accepted very easily?
“And it just didn’t work out for me.” I didn’t sleep and suffered for several nights. He weighed, pondered, consulted, doubted. I decided to move into a completely unknown production area. The production of ice cream and dairy products was born and successfully developed in the city, where the president of the company was a US citizen. I was accepted into an ordinary position. I looked closely, they looked at me. The products were in demand in the country, we entered into contracts and sent milk and ice cream to many regions of Russia. A few years later, I headed the company’s sales department and worked in this position until the company closed.
— CJSC Smile International had a turnover of millions. He was considered one of the first-born ice cream producers in the new Russia. What happened, why did the company cease to exist?
- It’s unlikely that I will answer this question. I can assume that the owner took out certain loans from the bank for the development of the enterprise, for the release of new product samples, for modernization. Well, the appetites of our banks are known. In those years, the interest rates on debt repayment were simply astronomical. Officials did not sleep either, imposing serious fines on the enterprise over and over again. Our American owner, apparently, was in no way prepared for such conduct and development of business. And anyone else in his place would have thought about it. Unfortunately, the enterprise with unique equipment, highly qualified employees, and established sales ceased to exist. And I was faced with a new challenge: how to continue to live?
- And how did the new round of your life begin? And who are you giving charity to today?
“As a family, we thought and discussed all the possible risks for a long time. It was necessary to invest and take risks with jointly acquired property. And family support was very important to me. I started like everyone else with rent. From the rental of trade tents, from the rental of industrial refrigerators and vehicles for transporting dairy products and frozen vegetables. From renting office space, from recruiting personnel. There were mistakes and miscalculations, and there were financial losses. But the created team understood and, most importantly, supported me. Today, the Morozhel company, which I head, has its own office and office equipment, its own cars and repair base, sales tents and refrigerators. I am proud that our team consists of about a hundred like-minded people, with whom we try to solve all the working problems that arise. As for charity, I’ll give you an example. Football has gone through my whole life. I didn’t have any great sporting successes, but this is not a reason not to love and not play football. Today, our veteran football team travels around the Moscow region, taking part in friendly tournaments in the south of the country, as well as in the Republic of Belarus, in the hot climate of Spain. Recently, at the end of May 2018, we held a representative veterans’ tournament in our city. We organized excursions around the city of Ozyory, meetings with townspeople, and a beautiful and grand opening of the tournament for guests from fraternal Belarus. All this requires separate funding, which the local sports committee simply does not have. This is one direction. Another direction is to provide all possible assistance to some parishes of our deanery. The help is not that great, but what is important for us is that we also make our contribution to the education of parishioners with the word of God. There are other areas of charity, but I believe that it is not entirely correct and correct to take credit for this. We are not closed to anyone, and whenever possible, we help those who need it.
— Thank you for the interview, Sergey Vyacheslavovich. Good luck to you and your team in business, to the veteran football team, victories on the green field, health to you, your family and all your colleagues!
Yuri Kharitonov June 2018
>Essays by topic
Everyone has had a completely unexpected but interesting meeting in their life. The most interesting meeting in my life happened this spring. I met an amazing person.
When I was walking home from a friend through the neighboring yards, I noticed an elderly man on a bench with a map in his hands. He looked upset and lost. I approached and offered to help. It turned out that he did not know Russian. I tried to speak English and remembered everything we were taught at school. He was a physics professor who had come from Great Britain to a local university. He said that he left the hotel to get some air and got lost. I helped him get to his stopping place. We walked and chatted. I didn’t understand well that he spoke slowly and tried to show what he was talking about. His name was Mr Rupert Waltersky. He looked to be about 70 years old. He was short, completely gray with a slight receding hairline. He had large gold-framed glasses and a tiny hearing aid behind his ear. Apparently, he put a lot of effort into his professional growth, spent many hours reading books in the library, worked hard on his works in physics. He looked well-groomed: things were clean and ironed, but it was noticeable that they were no longer new. He wore a dark green jacket, dark blue trousers, an interestingly patterned tie, and fancy vintage burgundy shoes. There was a twinkle in his eyes.
I was amazed by his vitality, positivity and energy. During our conversation, he was very inspired, he spoke very emotionally, actively gesturing with his hands. He said that he lives alone because his wife died two years ago, but in her memory he looks after their small garden. I also realized that in their region there are annual competitions for the best garden. This is their long-standing tradition, I found it very interesting, I would like them to be held here too. Then our yards would be much cleaner and more beautiful, with a lot of flowers of different colors and sizes. He also said that he lives on the south coast, so the weather is almost always warm. It turned out that this was not the first time he had come to our city; he said that he really liked our dentists and cheap noses. He has a great sense of humor, I would really like to have such a teacher. He was very kind and open, and invited me to visit Foggy Albion. I had a lot of fun and interesting time with this wonderful man, I hope that someday I will be able to visit him.
In the conference hall of the Polytechnic Institute, students of the mechanical and energy department met with a representative of the Novgorod public organization of Leningrad siege survivors, Boris Stepanovich Kapkin.
Kapkin was born on December 10, 1939 in Leningrad. My father died in the Finnish War. The family was evacuated from the besieged city in February 1942 to the Arkadak district of the Saratov region. Grandfather and grandmother lived there in the village of Alekseevka. Therefore, Boris Stepanovich knows about the horrors of the blockade only from the stories of his relatives.
The veteran recalls:
Start of the war
“I experienced the blockade at the age of 2 and, of course, nothing was left in my memory about it. As I grew older, I was once looking through the newspapers and saw the word “blockade survivor.” We talked with my mother, and she told me how we lived during the first winter of the siege. She showed me the documents. I took them, thinking they might come in handy someday.
After my father’s death, I was raised by my mother and her sister. Much has been written about the blockade. Therefore, I will tell you only one episode from our life under siege, but it is quite indicative.
Life was so difficult that my aunt persuaded my mother to give up on me. An evacuation barge arrived, and I was wrapped in a blanket like cargo and thrown into the barge. But then the mother’s heart began to ache. She began to worry and could not stand it. There was a patrol. She turned to him and told him what happened and how. The patrol returned, they started throwing rags and trunks and looking for me. So I survived, or rather, I was resurrected.
We left Leningrad in February 1942, and a siege survivor is someone who spent at least six months in the besieged city.
School years
In 1947 I went to first grade. After seven years of school, he entered Saratov School No. 8. It resembled the current Suvorov schools. Orphans and children with particularly difficult family situations were taken there, in particular, blockade survivors.
A year later the school was closed, and I again returned to my grandparents. He graduated from the 9th grade and at the same time received the qualification of an assistant combine operator. Summer holidays have begun. They had just started harvesting when, by telegram from the regional party committee, they sent the harvester along with the harvester to develop virgin lands in the Orenburg region. They took me too, as an exception. It took 11 days to get to the place on an open platform.
We worked there until September. I have to go back to school by the fall. I went to the director of the state farm for the calculation, and he said that there was an order not to let anyone go until the harvest was harvested. I got a couple of bottles of “babbler” and received the payment. Returned home and graduated from 10th grade. At first, however, there was a slight lag, but the guys helped, and I coped with the program.
Studying at a flight school and aviation technical school
After school I thought: what to do next? The special school from which I graduated gave advantages when entering a flight school, and I went there. In 1960 he graduated from the Orsk Flight School. Kholzunova. At this time, a large-scale reduction of the army began, and thanks to Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev, having received the profession I had dreamed of, I was left without a job. They handed us lieutenant's shoulder straps, and go wherever you want.
We young people are lucky. At 20-25 years old, it’s not too late to arrange your life differently. But for those who had 2-3 months left before retirement, it was very difficult.
I returned to Saratov and went to the factory as a turner's apprentice. But then I heard a rumor that the Saratov Aviation College was recruiting demobilized people like me. I was delighted, quickly collected the documents and entered the technical school for a civilian specialty close to the previous military one. After graduation, like many others, I decided to return to my homeland, Leningrad.
Job search
In response to my request, I received an answer that at present Leningrad cannot provide me with a job, since there is no housing, but, if there is a desire, I can go to Novgorod or Velikiye Luki. I accidentally met a guy from a parallel group and asked what Novgorod was like. He replied:
“It’s a good city, but there are two drawbacks.”
“There are a lot of mosquitoes and no football.”
Despite these shortcomings, I went to Novgorod. They sent me to the Volna plant. Hero of the Soviet Union Yegor Mikhailovich Chalov worked there in the personnel department. We started talking. He suggested that I get a job at a factory so that over time, since I am a pilot, he could help me get into aviation.
On his advice, I went to the airfield in Yuryevo. It was summer, the commander was on vacation. The guys suggested that all personnel issues are resolved in Leningrad, so I went there. And there, too, the management is on vacation. I see a woman sitting, ready to listen to me. I told everything, and she offered me a direction for a 2-year study on the An-2 aircraft. But I already have 500 departures and landings! Do I still have to relearn?
In aviation, it’s supposed to be that if you change from one plane to another, you need to retrain for at least 6 months. And my wife, a teacher, and her little daughter are supposed to come to see me in September. Therefore, the conversation was fruitless.
I went to the Economic Council. There I was met by another woman, so respectable and serious. She listened to my sad story and said:
“I’ll give you three days. Look for some housing and you will get a referral.”
3 days have passed. At that time, it was difficult to find housing, since lieutenants, colonels, and generals were laid off. In general, nothing worked out for me. And I decided that I would rather live in the center of Novgorod than somewhere on the outskirts of Leningrad.
Working with prisoners
He returned to Volna to Chalov and worked there for 5 years, until 1969. And just at that time, recruitment was underway for the internal affairs bodies, and I, 30 years old, was transferred to work with convicts. I had to study there too. I was already tired of studying, but there was no way out.
They offered to enter the Leningrad branch of the Academy of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I entered there in 1971 and received my diploma in 1976. He continued to work in correctional colony No. 2 until its closure. When everyone started moving to Correctional Colony No. 7, I wrote a report that I was ready to serve at any point where the service lasted for a year or two. In Irkutsk they refused me, the reason is still the same - there is no apartment.
And I volunteered to go to Komi. From there to Moscow you need to travel 26 hours by train, then fly 40 minutes on the An-2 and travel 6 hours by car. I served in such a remote taiga until 1991, when the Soviet Union collapsed. My turn for an apartment just came, I was lucky. I devoted 20 years of my life to working in correctional colonies.
After 1991, I was not associated with the convicts. But I still sometimes have dreams with terrible pictures from life in the North. You wake up in the middle of the night covered in cold sweat. When you wake up, I’m retired! This is the trace the colony left. It was hellish work. I worked seven days a week, slept 2 hours a day.
Return to Novgorod
After demobilization he returned to Novgorod. He got a job at the Spektr plant as a security chief and worked there for 16 years. I decided to retire. Just arrived at the garden, stuck a shovel in the ground, when a call came from a private security company:
“It’s too early for you to go on vacation. We ask you to restore order at the fish factory.”
I worked there for 2 years. At 70, I retired with the rank of major.
Bright episodes from the past
What do I remember most often from my youth?
How I lived with my grandparents. Grandfather was a foreman, a prominent person in the village. I remember seedlings were planted in the collective farm garden. I took an apple tree seedling, brought it home and planted it under my window. Grandfather saw me, woke me up, and got me sleepy out of bed. Then he pressed my head between his legs, whipped me properly with a belt and said:
“Where you took it, return it there.”
I remember studying at a technical school, when we were already adults, lieutenants. We studied during the day, worked in the evening, and on weekends we unloaded coal or something else. In general, we played the coven to survive
The most profitable was unloading slabs; the money was good. Back then, ice fish were 6 kopecks and popsicles were 11 kopecks. You eat a couple of popsicles and the hunger seems to go away. One day I went to the curator and said:
"We have problems".
“Please don’t interview us on Mondays, we’re after the Sabbath.”
Otherwise you’ll get a bad grade and lose your scholarship. And then, if no one helps, how to live? They made concessions to us and did not interview us on Mondays.
I remember the flights. When I graduated from college, I already understood well what discipline is. It should come first in everything; it is the basis of all our successes and achievements. Now for me this is an axiom.
I remember my first flight. I’m doing aerobatic maneuvers, and they order me over the radio:
"Abort task."
I looked at the altimeter - 400 meters! When I landed the plane, I was all wet. I pinch myself and feel nothing. He received a severe reprimand and remembered for the rest of his life what discipline is.
We never thought that we, lieutenants, could be laid off in aviation. But that's how it happened. After that, we were not disturbed for 10 years. We were all terribly angry. And 10 years later we were called to Bogodukhov, 65 km from Kharkov, to retrain for a helicopter. Parachute jumping was mandatory for all flight personnel. There were also difficult cases that could lead to tragedy.
Club "Novgorod Walruses"
I have been winter swimming since 1968. I am one of the founders of the Novgorod city winter swimming club “Novgorod Walruses”. There were 4 of us: three men and one woman.
At first they swam in the open air and had no room. Then we bought a construction trailer on wheels, on the left side of the bridge. When some commission arrived, we were forced to clean it up. We hid it, sometimes we placed it near the Victory Monument. Now we have a wonderful winter swimming club, built at our own expense. Everyone has their own key. You can come and swim at any time; there are men's and women's sections.
At first I swam every day. Then I heard that athletes are recommended to swim every other day and decided that I was also an athlete. Now I swim every other day in any weather. But winter is more interesting. The greater the temperature difference, the better. At 15 minutes to 6 I am already swimming, and on Sunday I have a bathhouse. Without an ice hole, I’m nowhere. I live on Predtechenskaya, it’s a 10-minute walk. Water is usually 2-3 degrees, not lower. Sometimes you don’t want to go out into the cold, but if you get into an ice hole, you don’t want to go out. You wonder why you didn’t want to go. I don’t break the schedule, there are no omissions.
We have 130 permanent “walruses,” but new additions arrive, usually after Epiphany. They’ll try it at Epiphany, they’ll like it, and they’ll come again. No one from my family shares my hobby; you can’t drag anyone into icy water. Do not want. My daughter just goes to the pool.
Personally, sport has helped me a lot. When we entered the flight school, usually out of 30 people, 5-6 people passed the medical examination. I served during the time of Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov. One hour a day was dedicated to sports. I was deprived of my first vacation because I couldn’t hold my abs well.
Everyone who was behind in physical education trained for a whole month. From that time until now, I do 10 pull-ups, 30 push-ups and hold my abs as long as I want. I run 10 kilometers every day, I'm in great shape. I had a difficult but interesting life. If there were no problems, life would be boring."
Anastasia Sementsova 
Ivan Shilov Ivan Shilov, Anastasia Sementsova, Alla Bulgakova - head of the Patriot association
Photo by Anastasia Sementsova
In life, all the best things happen unexpectedly, even an interesting meeting is most often an accident, the memory of which will remain for a lifetime. An essay on the topic “An interesting meeting” is written easily and simply, especially for those who are really lucky to meet an interesting person.
Who can I meet?
In an essay on the topic “An Interesting Meeting,” you can write about unusual encounters with your peers, people in creative professions, and even with animals. Nobody knows what the next day will bring. Suddenly, looking into the eyes of a stray dog, a person will be able to rethink his entire life, moreover, radically change it.
An essay on the topic “An Interesting Meeting” has a simple structure:
- Introduction. Where and under what circumstances the incredible collision took place. Perhaps it will be a walk, an open class, or a bus ride.
- Main part. Here it is worth talking about what the person was remembered for, what interesting things he told or showed.
- Conclusion. Summarize all the most memorable things from the meeting.
The power of faith
An essay on the topic “An interesting meeting” in 6th grade can have a simple and uncomplicated structure. For example, you can talk about a conversation with your new neighbor, who, although the same age, is very different from other children.
“Sometimes very unexpected encounters occur. This unexpected meeting happened to me when I was taking the trash out into the yard.
Near the entrance, I ran into a boy and immediately noticed his eyes - they were a rich blue color, like a summer evening sky that had not yet said goodbye to the light of day.
Hello! - I greeted him out of surprise.
Hello! - the boy answered culturally, although he was my same year, he spoke very respectfully.
We quickly got to talking, and I learned that my new friend, Misha, was studying in a very unusual place for our time. Who would have thought that parochial schools still existed?! But as it turned out, they exist, and Misha studied in one of them. His father was a priest, and the boy himself was a believer. From this short conversation I learned a lot of interesting things about the commandments, God and life. All of Misha’s words were deeply meaningful and heartfelt, completely different from the forced phrases that appear when adults begin to talk edifyingly about God and religion. I am very glad that I have such a friend!”
Hermitage
An essay on the topic “An interesting meeting with an artist” will be a little more difficult.
“This happened last year. Then my friends and I went to Moscow to visit an exhibition of paintings dedicated to the Russian Art Week. There were canvases by eminent artists and newcomers who painted in a variety of genres. As part of the exhibition, the organizers held an International Painting Competition. Among all the competitors and winners, the artist who was most remembered was Sofya Mezhneva, who took an honorable first place in the “Classical Portrait” nomination.
Her works were so amazing that we simply could not stay away and came up to meet the artist. She was glad to meet us and gladly told us, young art lovers, about herself and her work. From her we learned that even at such a young age you can receive worthy rewards for your work. Being a wealthy artist is quite possible.
Sophia said that she writes in different styles depending on her mood, but most of all she likes realism. Although her works included many landscapes, still lifes and animal drawings, the artist admitted that her main passion was portraits.
Her competition portrait featured an Asian-looking guy. He was dressed in a gray business suit with a bright yellow boutonniere. His hands are tucked into his trouser pockets, and the guy himself seems to be leaning against the wall. One could say that he was relaxed and in a festive mood, only his hands were pressed to his body. As if he felt awkward. And his look! It was as if he was thinking about someone important and was watching this someone closely.
The painting was a full meter high, so I had to stand a little further to take a photo with it. Surprisingly, the photo turned out to look like the guy was looking at me. At that moment I was finally confirmed in my desire to become a famous artist.”
Conclusion
Students in grades 6-9 have to write an essay on the topic “An Interesting Meeting.” And almost every one of them talks about how a random conversation suddenly became fateful and will remain in the memory forever.