Essay on the topic of a new meeting. Accidents are not accidental
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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, working diligently 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 was wearing 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 more flowers. different colors and size. 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.
Summer came and my friends and I often went for a walk. One such day we went to play on the playground at Petya’s house. Twenty meters from this place there are thickets of bushes and the guys decided to build a headquarters there. But when we approached these bushes, we heard a growl. It was a cat. And she growled because she was hiding very small kittens in the bushes. There were several of them, but they were all one gray, like mom.
We decided that there was no point in disturbing this family. Petya ran home and brought sausages. The new mother happily ate the treat. Since then, we constantly came to visit this family, bringing food and water. Petya brought an old towel and laid it out for the kittens.
A week passed and I went to the village to visit my grandmother. Came back a month later. The kittens grew up a lot, ran around the playground and became local favorites. Two of them got their own house, people from neighboring houses took them.
By the end of summer, the kittens turned into big cats and could find their own food. I am very happy to meet these participants in that unexpected meeting.
Mushrooms in the forest
On summer holidays oh I went to the village. I lived with my grandparents for about five weeks. One day we went into the forest to pick mushrooms. It was morning and it was not hot in the forest. Grandfather went first. We're following. We dressed thoroughly so as not to feed the mosquitoes. After half an hour of walking, we reached the first desired place.
Mushroom picking has begun. About ten minutes later, when I extended my hand to the next mushroom, something stirred in the grass. I jumped back, afraid that I had stumbled upon a snake. My grandparents came running at my scream.
Looking closer we saw a hedgehog. It was small and grey. And scared of us, he quickly ran away. I didn't know that hedgehogs ran so fast.
The uninvited guest disappeared, and we continued our work, only we went in a different direction.
A couple of hours later we returned home, having filled our baskets. Summer is over, and I still remember that meeting with the hedgehog.
5th grade, 6th grade.
The most interesting meetings happen completely unexpectedly. You live your life quietly, and suddenly something happens that you will never forget. My interesting meeting happened exactly like this.
It happened in the summer late evening. The boys and I played football in the neighboring yard. It was starting to get dark, it was time to go home. My friend Misha and I walked together along a small path to our street.
Suddenly we heard loud puffing and snorting coming from ahead. We were wary. The sounds began to intensify and get closer. It became a little scary. We looked at each other, but continued walking. Suddenly a large and incomprehensible shadow began to approach us. She was strangely shaped and constantly moving. We stopped; no one wanted to move on. But we were ashamed to run away. And then a hare jumped out of the darkness towards us. He was clearly in a hurry, he wanted to quickly run away from someone. A dog jumped out after him and wanted to grab him. The hare did not know where to go and out of fear jumped straight into my hands. I quickly hid it under my T-shirt so the dog couldn't see it. The poor animal didn't even resist. I felt how hard he was breathing, his heart was beating quickly. The dog lost its prey and ran past us. She probably thought that the hare had galloped on. And we didn’t waste time and also ran home quickly.
At home we gave the poor bunny some water and gave him carrots. At first he was afraid to move, probably thinking that we also wanted to hurt him. Then he grew bolder and began chewing vegetables in a businesslike manner. The hare lived with us for two weeks. During this time, he completely settled down, accepted our family as his own, was not afraid of anyone, and even sometimes allowed himself to be petted. He loved to eat vegetables and fruits, but did not refuse porridge. He made a real mess in the house, jumped everywhere and made holes for himself. But wild animals should always live in nature, this is their real home. Only in the forest will a hare feel comfortable. So dad took him to the nearest forest, where he quickly galloped away from him.
It will forever remain a mystery to me how this animal appeared on the street that day. The forest is far from us, and there are few parks. I live in the very center of the city. Here, the only animals you can find are dogs and cats, and even near the circus, children are sometimes given rides on horses. This made it even more interesting where he came from. This interesting meeting happened to me and my friend Misha this summer.
Brief 6th grade
Last year, on the first of September, I had a very interesting and unusual meeting with a wonderful stork named Lenchik. When we arrived at the line, we noticed this wonderful bird nearby. He walked so importantly and slowly through the grass and looked for something there.
Naturally, all the attention was not on the holiday, but in the direction of Lenchik. The whole school watched as he slowly moved from the lawn to the center and looked thoughtfully at the presenters. He seemed to understand what they were saying and listened carefully. Then he wanted to burst several balloons lying on the ground along the podium, which made everyone present laugh a lot.
When the official part was over, everyone rushed to the bird and started taking pictures with it. From one of the mothers I heard that he is a home-bred and has a sad fate. When the stork was very small, he fell out of the nest and broke his wing, and his parents did not have enough strength to lift the baby back. That's when Aunt Larisa picked him up, cured his wing and fed him herself. So the months flew by, and the chick grew into a beautiful adult stork who did not want to leave his new home. And he couldn’t, because even though the wing had healed, he couldn’t fly.
Just recently I found out that he was sent to a pet zoo. Auntie said that he would feel good there and that he would be looked after, and we as a whole class hope that one day his children will come to our school.
Essay Interesting meeting on the bus exercise 38
Sometimes life prepares unexpected events for us, real surprises. Sometimes such surprises are like sudden gifts, when you are given something “just because” - and it becomes doubly pleasant, not even from the thing itself, but from the fact of attention and unexpected joy.
Today fate gave such a gift to my mother. She still shines and I rejoice with her. On the weekend, my mother and I walked around the city. An ordinary day, all people are in a hurry somewhere. We boarded the bus to get to the park. I was sitting, thinking about my own things, when I suddenly saw that a young woman at the other end of the salon waved her hand at my mother and moved towards us with a smile. I haven't seen my mom so excited for a long time! It turned out that this beautiful young woman was her former classmate, and they had not seen each other for many years! She was in our city on business, just for a few days. Of course, we invited my mother’s classmate to join us.
I would be happy to describe this meeting in more detail if it were possible. There are not enough words to tell all the jokes, dialogues, memories that were heard in our living room in the evening when the guest visited us. Mom took out their school album from the bookcase - it was so interesting to look at the girls, almost my peers, smiling cheerfully in black and white photographs.
In the evening, already falling asleep, I thought a lot about this meeting. My parents always told me that the friendships that developed in school years, strong and remains with a person for life. Of course, I believed them, but somehow more theoretically. And only now, having seen my mother’s joy and the joy of her friend, having sat with them over school photographs, I felt the full strength of their friendship and truly believed in the loyalty of my school friends.
I don’t know how my own life will turn out, and it’s hard for me to imagine what I’ll be like in many years, but I hope that similar unexpected meetings await me and they will be just as warm and joyful.
6th grade. Russian language, exercise 38
Essay Interesting meeting with a puppy, grade 6
My family is me, mom and dad. We live in an apartment in the city. I asked my parents many times to get a dog, but they were always against it. Mom thinks she has a lot on her plate. But I still dream of having a friend like a dog. One day, I met a puppy and he now lives with us.
When I was visiting my grandmother in the village last summer, we went swimming in the lake every day. Next to the lake there was a large house where a large dog was constantly barking. And one day we saw a small puppy running near this house. I walked up to him and took him in my arms. It was brown in color and its tail was white. His eyes were light gray. He was very cheerful and mischievous. And I immediately realized that I wanted him to live with me.
I spent a whole week trying to persuade mom and dad to let me take this puppy. At first they were against it, but then they agreed. The owner of the large dog and puppy was very happy that we decided to adopt him. And we began to think about what name to give our new pet. Mom suggested the name Bill, dad suggested Jack, but I called him Max.
Now Max and I were constantly together. We fed him soup, potatoes, porridge, and meat. He was already two months old and could eat everything by himself. We played different games. I threw the ball and Max ran after it.
Our dog also loved to swim; he swam well. He especially loved to frolic in the water when it was hot. He ran along the shore, and when he ran out of the water, he shook himself off, and splashes flew in all directions.
Mom, dad and grandma also loved my dog. They often played with him and prepared food for him. When we arrived home in the city, we took Max to the vet. He vaccinated him so that he would not get sick.
I am very glad that I now have a dog. Because a dog is your best friend. Now after school I walk with him in the yard. And all my classmates love to play with my dog. He is very kind, affectionate and cheerful. I am grateful to my parents for taking Max.
Sample 7
Everyone knows that the best things happen unexpectedly. So fate sometimes gives us surprises in the form of chance encounters. But they can be so unexpected that happiness and joy at that moment simply overwhelm.
It was the beginning of the summer holidays. It was a warm, sunny day then. I asked my mother to go for a walk. Running out of the house, the first thing I did was go after Kostya’s friend. He also asked my mother to take a walk with me. He had a cool, new soccer ball. We, of course, took him with us.
We left the entrance and headed towards the site. The road to the site lay through a small square. There were large, tall apple trees and small bushes along the sidewalk. As we passed the trees, we heard a growl and then a snort. A couple of minutes later the sound repeated again. Still not understanding where the sound came from, they were going to move on, but Kostya decided to look under the bushes.
There was an adult ginger cat who was aggressive against us. And next to her are five little kittens. Two were as red as her, and three were gray. They squeaked and poked each other. We felt very sorry for them. We thought that their mother was hungry and decided to feed them.
Kostya and I ran to our houses to get something for the cat to eat. Mom allowed me to take a piece of sausage, and Kostya brought a plastic bowl with milk and a blanket for the kittens. We carefully placed the food near the cat. At first she didn’t want to approach, she was probably afraid. But then, smelling the smell, she came over and ate. While she was eating, we put the kittens on a blanket so they wouldn't freeze.
When she had eaten everything, she went back to the kittens. Apparently to feed them. They were so small and helpless that Kostya and I decided to look after them until they grew up. Every day we came and fed the cat. She began to get used to us.
I went to the village with my parents for a week to visit my grandparents. I was very worried about the kittens. But Kostya promised to take care of them and not give them offense. When I arrived, the first thing I did was run to them. They grew up a lot and were already running around their mother.
We started looking for a home for them. Kostya took one. I also persuaded my mother to allow me to take one kitten. And we distributed the rest to neighbors. And they even installed a cat. Mom and her children began to live next door.
Just like that alone unexpected meeting gave these fluffies a home. I really enjoy playing with my new shaggy friend. When summer ended, the kittens had already become strong and mature.
Essay 8
Meetings can be different: joyful, sad, funny and others. They can also happen anywhere from the backyard to a random encounter on a mountain hike. However, one cannot help but say that every meeting is interesting. Yes, they are interesting in their own way, sometimes incredible, and sometimes boring, but still unique. I would like to tell you about my interesting meeting.
It happened on a quiet winter evening. That day I was very late in returning home, and therefore I walked along the street, my hands freezing (I, alas, forgot to take gloves). The only pleasant thing about this “walk” was that my back was not burdened by my backpack, and therefore my step was fast and impetuous. Perhaps this played a role in subsequent events.
Oddly enough, that day (as well as several that came before it) there was ice, which sometimes caused passers-by to get into tricky positions, trying not to fall into a snowdrift. And in one of these moments, when I was vigorously waving my arms so as not to shamefully prostrate myself on the ground, I accidentally managed to knock over someone’s bag. She fell onto the ice with a crash, and then a distinct crack of glass was heard. At that moment I became even colder, because it was not part of my plans to be accused of damaging someone’s property. And I, with a very desperate expression on my face, turned to that unfortunate man (although, controversial issue- who was more unhappy then), whose banks I broke.
She was a tall and blond girl. She looked at the bag in surprise (there were four more of the same kind in her hands), and then laughed awkwardly. This laugh put me in a daze - that's not how people usually react when something like this happens to them. She's like some kind of fairy tale character, picked up her bag and looked at me with green eyes, apologizing for her awkwardness, and also added that it was hard to carry five bags at once. I rushed to apologize, complaining that in this situation the fault lay with me, internally shuddering at what could follow my words. But the girl remained adamant, saying only that if her conscience is tormenting her, then I can help carry the luggage to the nearest shop, instantly receiving my consent.
While we were walking to that same bench (as it turned out, the girl was going to call a taxi from it), I learned that there was paint in the bag. And, if the bag is not torn, then everything is in order, Veronica (that was the name of the blond one) needed it to paint the furniture. It became interesting to me when she added that she made the furniture herself. As it turned out, the girl is engaged in creating various interior items, mainly from wood. And until the taxi arrived, we talked a little more about such an unusual activity, and then we didn’t meet. I hope someday we can see her again...
The slender, beautiful rowan tree grows in our forests. It attracts attention at any time of the year. In autumn, the mountain ash turns into a real beauty!
Kiprensky spent his childhood in a family of serfs, his mother was a serf, and his father was a landowner Dyakonov. At the age of 6, having received his freedom, he went to St. Petersburg. He paints portraits of such famous people like Zhukovsky, Krylov, Vyazemsky and many others
One of the main characters in the novel “A Hero of Our Time” by M.Yu. Lermontov is Grigory Aleksandrovich Pechorin. The work is structured in such a way as to most fully reveal the character of this hero.
Composition
One day on Victory Day
On May 9, the city was unusually crowded. After all, they celebrated a national holiday - Victory Day. All the kids poured out into the yard while their parents watched on TV holiday parade on Red Square. The children played their usual games. Suddenly they noticed an elderly man in a festive tunic with many medals. They immediately surrounded him and began to ask what he was doing in their yard, resheba.com The gray-haired veteran said that he had come to visit his comrade in arms, since he could not come to the meeting with his fellow soldiers. The old man called his friend’s name, and the guys began to shout vyingly that he lived in the first entrance, that they knew him well. Boys and girls began to ask the participant in the hostilities about the events of those distant days. The veteran recalled with pleasure his comrades in arms and spoke about the circumstances under which he met the general living in their yard.
They were then young officers who had just completed emergency training courses. It so happened that literally in the first days at the front they took part in a fierce battle with the enemy. The narrator was wounded, and his fellow soldier, with whom he became best friends from then on, carried him from the battlefield on himself. Of course, life has scattered them, but... every year they always meet on Red Square, under the Chimes, and remember the past.
After that short story, the old military man was no longer a stranger to the guys. They took him to their neighbor, the general, who was very happy to see the long-awaited guest.
Summer came and my friends and I often went for a walk. One such day we went to play on the playground at Petya’s house. Twenty meters from this place there are thickets of bushes and the guys decided to build a headquarters there. But when we approached these bushes, we heard a growl. It was a cat. And she growled because she was hiding very small kittens in the bushes. There were several of them, but they were all the same gray color, like mom.
We decided that there was no point in disturbing this family. Petya ran home and brought sausages. The new mother happily ate the treat. Since then, we constantly came to visit this family, bringing food and water. Petya brought an old towel and laid it out for the kittens.
A week passed and I went to the village to visit my grandmother. Came back a month later. The kittens grew up a lot, ran around the playground and became local favorites. Two of them got their own house; they were taken by people from neighboring houses.
By the end of summer, the kittens turned into big cats and could find their own food. I am very happy to meet these participants in that unexpected meeting.
I had to spend this summer at the dacha. For two whole months I had to help my grandmother grow tomatoes, cucumbers, water potatoes, and weed the beds. At first I was very upset. At the dacha the internet connection was poor, so the computer was left at home. The first weeks I howled with anguish. But then I met Tamara Ivanovna. My essay on the topic “ Interesting meeting"will be dedicated specifically to her.
Essay on an interesting meeting, grade 6
Tamara Ivanovna lived in the house opposite. They greeted my grandmother, but it was difficult to call their relationship friendly. Rather, they were simply neighbors and did not want to deepen communication. My grandmother knew nothing about Tamara Ivanovna, and I suddenly became interested in this elderly lady. The fact is that she was completely different from ordinary pensioners. She wore beautiful hats and lipstick, walked around the garden in a bathing suit and with a glass of cocktail. At first I felt very funny about this behavior. I also noticed that the neighbor’s granny was tending to her garden alone. Doesn't she have any grandchildren?
One day I was kicking a ball and it flew straight into Tamara Ivanovna’s garden. There was nothing left to do but meet the old woman, who had already attracted attention with her extraordinary behavior. In the morning I saw her watering the beds while listening to rock music. But at lunchtime there was silence in her area. I quietly knocked on the gate and timidly entered. I was afraid to see her in the company of pumped up African Americans. No, I understood that this was unlikely, but my fantasy persistently attributed precisely such pictures to the image of the neighbor.
I decided that the ball was in the pool and asked permission to dive into it. The woman agreed. I quickly climbed into the pool, but the ball was not there!
But there's nothing here! - I said, checking several times.
- I didn’t say that your ball is in the pool.
- But you said he drowned.
“He drowned in a world of falsehood and boredom in order to be reborn again in the house of love for life,” saying this, grandma laughed so hard that I was afraid that the orderlies would now come running to her. I was convinced that the woman was a little crazy. Now do you understand why my short essay on the topic of an interesting meeting was written specifically about Tamara Ivanovna?
But how can I pick it up?
- Maybe you would like to drink champagne with me? Celebrate your acquaintance?
- No, thank you. I don't drink. - I said, no one has ever offered me champagne. Doesn’t she really see that I’m still too young for this?
- How boring your life is.
“But you are fun,” I added.
- Certainly. Every day is a gift from fate, you need to live it like your last. I started living when I was thirty. Before that, I was afraid of everything in the world. Condemnations from society, lack of money, criticism of my paintings. And then I realized, live as if today is your last day. Enjoy life. After all, life is not the number of days lived, but the number of days when you were happy.
Suddenly the crazy lady appeared in my eyes as being much smarter than most of my friends. After all, there was truth in her wise words. I asked Tamara Ivanovna about her paintings, and she told me that she was an artist. She showed me her work, made me tea, and gave me the ball. Since then I often went to visit her. Tamara knew a lot about European artists and told incredible stories about her life. I was bored with my grandmother, who kept making me work in the garden. And it was fun with my neighbor, who laughed and gave me tea. Once I asked Tamara Ivanovna about her grandchildren, and she said that she never wanted children. After all, children are such a burden and a burden.
I felt somehow uneasy. I suddenly thought about my granny, who works day and night in the garden to grow vegetables and fruits, pass them on to our family, and make us jam. Grandma devoted her whole life to raising her mother and her brother, and now she helps their families. There were still two weeks left before I left home. And I never came to my neighbor again. I spent all this time with my grandmother. I talked to her, asked about her childhood and youth, about her favorite countries and food. We became closer during these two weeks than ever before. Grandma started hugging me, and her borscht became even tastier. Therefore, do you know who my interesting meeting took place with this summer? With my grandmother, whom I had never appreciated before.
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Russian language
5 - 9 grades
Write an essay on the topic of an interesting meeting. Title it. WHAT TEXT did you get - description, narrative or reasoning? what form did you use - diary, letter or fairy tale? When finalizing what you wrote, refer to the memo.
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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.
