The meeting that stuck in my memory the most is a story. Meeting with Boris Stepanovich Kapkin

This summer I had to spend at the dacha. For two whole months I had to help my grandmother grow tomatoes, cucumbers, water potatoes, weed the beds. At first I was very upset. At the dacha, I could not catch the Internet well, the computer stayed at home. The first weeks I howled with boredom. But then I met Tamara Ivanovna. My essay on the topic “ Interesting meeting"Will be dedicated 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 just lived side by side 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 unlike ordinary pensioners. She wore beautiful hats and painted her lips, walked around the garden in a bathing suit and a glass of cocktail. At first I was very funny about this behavior. And I also noticed that the neighbor's granny takes care of the garden alone. Doesn't she have grandchildren?

Once I was hitting a ball, and it flew straight to Tamara Ivanovna's garden. There was nothing left to do but to meet the old woman, who had already attracted attention by her extraordinary behavior. In the morning I saw her watering the beds to the accompaniment of rock music. But at lunchtime there was silence on her site. I knocked softly 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 fantasy persistently attributed just such pictures to the image of a neighbor.

I decided that the ball was in the pool and asked permission to dive there. The woman agreed. I quickly climbed into the pool, but the ball was not there!

But there is 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 falsity and boredom in order to be reborn again in the house of love of life,” having said this, the grandmother burst out laughing so that I was afraid that the orderlies would now come running to her. I was convinced that the woman was a little out of her mind. 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 get it?
- Would you like to have some champagne with me? To mark an acquaintance?
- No thanks. I do not drink. - I said, no one has offered me champagne yet. Can't she see that I am still too young for this?
- How boring you live.
“But you're fun,” I added.
- Sure. Every day is a gift of fate, you need to live it like the last. I started living when I was thirty. Before that, I was afraid of everything in the world. Condemnation of society, lack of money, criticism of my paintings. And then I realized, live as if today is the last day. Enjoy your 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 in front of much smarter than most of my acquaintances. After all, there was truth in her wise words. I asked Tamara Ivanovna about her paintings, and she told that she was an artist. She showed me her work, made tea, gave me the ball. Since then, I have often visited her. Tamara knew a lot about European artists, she told incredible stories about my life. I was bored with my grandmother, who now and then forced me to work in the garden. And it was fun with a 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 burden.

I felt somehow uneasy. I suddenly thought about my grandma, who works day and night in the garden to grow vegetables and fruits, pass them on to our family, and make us jam. My grandmother devoted her whole life to raising her mother and her brother, and now she helps their families. There were still two weeks before I left home. And I never came to my neighbor again. I spent all this time with my own grandmother. I spoke to her, asked about her childhood and youth, about her favorite countries and food. During these two weeks we have become closer than ever. My grandmother started hugging me, and her borscht became even tastier. Therefore, do you know with whom my interesting meeting took place this summer? With my grandmother, whom I had never appreciated before.

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5 - 9 grades

Write an essay on the topic of an interesting meeting. Title it. WHAT TEXT did you get - a description of a narration or reasoning? What form did you use - a diary, letter or fairy tale? When revising what was written, 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, it’s a gray one! She watched me with her attentive beady eyes. I so wanted to stroke her! I tried to get closer. But the fluffy stranger, waving her tail, quickly disappeared into the crown of the tree. All the next days I came to the park, dreaming to meet the beauty again and get 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. She obviously had a lot to do, and unlike me, she couldn't afford long walks in the park.

Meet an athlete, an entrepreneur, a person who is actively involved in charity work, who, in our rather difficult and difficult time, has found an application for his strength and, I would say, outstanding abilities. Yes, yes it is uncommon and nothing else, but more on that below.

WITH Sergey Vyacheslavovich Orlov we did not see each other for quite a long time, although we called up regularly, but not more than once a quarter, or even six months. Having agreed with him about an interview, I am waiting for him in the premises of the local history museum. Exactly at the appointed time, he swiftly enters the room. Everything is so slender and fit, from under the thin fabric of a modern and fashionable shirt, relief muscles are clearly visible. The look is confident, the handshake is strong, and a slight smile on the face is a sign Have a good mood and well-being. You can't give him more than forty, but White hair beautiful hairstyles say 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.

— Sergei! We've known each other for more than thirty years, so let's get to know each other without any other curtsies.

- I agree, although I am much younger and not used to talking in a familiar way with my elders.

—You were born and lived until the age of 15 on the Uvarovsky site of the Ozersky district. Many today do not know where this settlement was, and some hear the name only for the first time. Tell us about your childhood experiences.

- In the encyclopedia of villages and villages of the Ozersky district A.P. Doronina points out that the Bolshe-Uvarovsky section arose during Stolypin reforms, at the beginning of the twentieth century, when the peasants left the community and bought land for individual lessons agriculture. Perhaps that was the case, 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-quality village, which had a shop, a club, a nursery-garden, an elementary school, a bathhouse, an office, two dairy farms, and a stable. Five hundred meters from the main buildings there was a farm, in which there were about a dozen individual houses. The family of Vladimir Istratenko, nicknamed "General", lived there. Next to him were the houses of the Surins and Soins families. In total, about two hundred people lived on the site, including children. The female population worked in animal husbandry and field cultivation, men - in the barnyard, as machine operators or went to work according to the order, which was carried out daily in an office in which there was a city telephone - a small part of civilization.

Winter 1965 Men of the Uvarovsky area, in the center in felt boots Orlov Vyacheslav Ivanovich - cattle-shepherd from / for "Ozyory"

I finished elementary school, as they would say today, at the place of residence. There were two classrooms in the school building, in one of them the children of the first and second grades studied with their teacher Olga Nikolaevna Zaitseva. In the other room are the third and fourth grades. Our teacher Korneva Klavdia Vasilievna was always with us. The school had stove heating, as in all houses of the settlement, two toilets were monumental piled up on the street, next to the school building. There were 25-30 students in the elementary school.

— After graduation primary school your path, like the path of your peers, lay in the secondary school in the village of Boyarkino. And about 5 kilometers to it, of which 3.5 kilometers the road goes 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 so it was from year to year. When the time came, then we began to patronize the younger ones. And in the first autumn months, in September-October, we traveled to school on bicycles, such a friendly and noisy company. It was the same in the spring. And in winter the state farm allocated a cart and in the predawn 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 cook in their own juice, playing rounders and "chizhik", "tagging" or jumping over a string, and playing cards, secretly smoked into a fist so that the adults would not see? And having matured a little, sipped at the village "Solntsedar" or "Port 777"?

- Of course, we played rounders and chizhik. As in childhood without these games. They ran into the "robber Cossacks" and "tag", jumped over the rope together with the girls, showing their dexterity and dexterity. We had a full-size soccer field with benches for spectators. We cherished and cherished the field. Marked, poured, mowed. Many of us kept a scythe from an early age, and it was not difficult for us to mow the football field, which is almost a hectare of area. They went out in the morning in the chill, after dew about a dozen mowers and after 2-3 hours the mowing ended, 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 inhabitants of the village gathered near the field. Haldeli, hooted, whistled, cheered if the local footballer made a successful feint or shot beautifully at the opponent's goal. And if one of us played "carelessly", then he could hear a lot of impartial things in his address. In such cases, the player's parents also got it. And after the match, a detailed parental "analysis" was waiting at home.

Winter 1976 Orlov S.V.

Early 1960s After football match at the Uvarovsky site.
The future director of Boyarkinskaya secondary school is sitting on the left in a white shirt
Alexey Belousov.
Standing from right to left: Valentin Goncharov, Vyacheslav Orlov, Vladimir Yudin, Sergei Orlov (not the hero of our interview), Vladimir Orlov, the far left is Vladimir Khrapov.

In winter, the ice hockey field was flooded. The sides were made of snow. They were also specially watered with water. The box was so popular and constantly occupied by hockey players that we, the students of elementary grades, were allowed on it only for clearing snow and pouring ice again. But we somehow managed to get into the site. Everyone knew how to skate decently - both boys and girls from our village. There was a table tennis table and billiards in the lobby of the club, so our physical development was at the appropriate level. Many smoked in those years, but somehow God had mercy on me. And not all of the older guys used port wine with vermouth. Although there were those who now hide, who even flaunted this hobby. But my friends and I were striving for physical perfection. Throw a grenade farther, run the fastest, pull yourself up on the horizontal bar at least 25 times, make a "cleavage" on this projectile or force out on both hands.

— School lessons were physical education a priority for you among all the disciplines studied? Have you gradually prepared yourself for entering the Institute of Physical Education?

- I would not say that. He studied exactly in all subjects. Physical education lessons were taught by Nikolai Vladimirovich Basov. He was still an active athlete at that time. He played in the regional weightlifting championship, and before that he was engaged in athletics decathlon. We were good at jumping, throwing, running. One trouble - the school did not have a gym then, and physical education lessons were held in the school corridor. A gymnastic horse was installed, and for the girls "goat", mats were laid and forward. Only it was impossible to make noise and talk loudly, so as not to interfere with the lessons in the classroom. I graduated from high school without "Cs" in the certificate, with a good GPA. Somehow I didn’t think about my future. But in the tenth grade at regional competitions, I won another 1000-meter race and Galina Kustova, she did an internship in our Boyarka school after graduating from the third year of the institute, calling me, invited me to try my hand at admission to 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 area. Some residents moved to two-story apartment buildings built in the village of Uvarovo, someone left for Boyarkino or others settlements... I passed the exams at the institute the first time and in June 1983 I received a diploma of graduation from the university. And in July he tried on a soldier's uniform. The call arrived. I paid my debt to the Motherland in a group Soviet troops in Germany. He was on duty, accompanying targets on radars. At the end of the service, he completed short-term but intensive courses, passed the tests successfully and was demobilized as a reserve lieutenant.

- How did the citizen meet the reserve officer? Did you find it easy to get a job at the school?

- He returned to Ozyory at the end of November 1984. I tried to get a job in the city of Kolomna, but academic year was already in full swing, the staff was staffed and I was advised to wait for September 1st. By chance in Ozyory I met Evgeny Vasilyevich Mikheenko, told about his 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 in high school the village of Redkino as a physical education instructor, a teacher of labor and military lessons. And already the next year I worked at school number 4, in a wonderful team, which was created by Yuri Vasilyevich Petrov. I liked everything. And the gym, and the equipment, and the students who fell in love with physical education lessons. But the dashing, crazy, unpredictable nineties came. My wife also worked as a teacher foreign language at school No. 1. The salary was not indexed, it was often delayed. It was a pretty hard time. It was elementary that there was nothing to feed the family, buy clothes, and for the teacher this is also important. I felt somehow flawed. A man, but I can not provide the most necessary for my loved ones. Sometimes we ate what our elderly parents sent us from the village.

— How the decision was made to leave pedagogy and turn the vector abruptly life path? Usually such things are not quite easy to accept?

- And I just didn't get it. I did not sleep, I suffered for several nights. Weighed, pondered, consulted, doubted. I decided to move to a completely unknown production area. The production of ice cream and dairy products, where the president of the company was a US citizen, originated and successfully developed in the city. I was hired for a rank-and-file position. I looked closely, they looked closely at me. The products were in demand in the country, we concluded contracts and sent milk and ice cream to many regions of Russia. A few years later, I became the head of the sales department of the company and worked in this position until the closing of the enterprise.

— Smile International CJSC had a turnover of millions. He was considered one of the first-borns in the new Russia for the production of ice cream. What happened, why did the enterprise cease to exist?

- It is unlikely that I will answer this question. I can assume that the owner took certain loans from the bank for the development of the enterprise, for the release of new product samples, for the modernization. Well, our banks' appetites are well known. In those years, the interest on debt repayment was simply astronomical figures. The officials did not doze either, imposing serious fines on the enterprise over and over again. Our American owner, apparently, was not ready for such conduct and development of business. Anyone else in his place would have thought about it. To our great regret, the enterprise with unique equipment, highly qualified employees, and well-established sales ceased to exist. And before me there was a new challenge, how to continue to live?

- And how did a new round of your life begin? And who are you doing charity today?

- We thought for a long time in the family and discussed all the possible risks. Investments and risks had to be jointly acquired property. And the support of the family was very important to me. Like everyone else, he started with a lease. From the rental of stalls, from the rental of industrial refrigerators and vehicles for the transport of dairy products and frozen vegetables. From the lease of premises for an office, from the selection of personnel. There were mistakes and miscalculations, and there were financial losses. But the created team understood and, most importantly, supported me. Today the company "Morozel", which I head, has its own office and office equipment, its own cars and repair facilities, stalls and refrigerators. I am proud that there are about a hundred like-minded people working in our team, with whom we are trying to solve all emerging work problems. As for charity, I will give you an example. Football has gone through my whole life. Some big sporting success I didn’t have, but this is not a reason not to love and not to play football. Today our veteran football team travels around the Moscow region, takes 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 veteran tournament in our city. We organized excursions around the city of Ozyory for guests from brotherly Belarus, meetings with the townspeople, a beautiful and solemn opening of the tournament. All this requires separate funding, which the local sports committee simply does not have. This is one direction. Another direction is feasible assistance to some parishes of our deanery. The help is not so big, but it is important for us that we also contribute to the upbringing of our parishioners by the word of God. There are other areas of charity, but I think 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 in need.

— Thank you for the interview, Sergey Vyacheslavovich. Good luck to you and your team in business, the football team of veterans of victories on the green field, health to you, your family and all your colleagues!

Yuri Kharitonov June 2018

In the conference room Polytechnic Institute students of the mechanical and energy department met with a representative of the Novgorod public organization Siege of Leningrad Boris Stepanovich Kapkin.

Kapkin was born on December 10, 1939 in Leningrad. Father died in 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:

The beginning of the war

“I survived the blockade at the age of 2 and, of course, nothing was left in my memory. As I got older, I once looked through the newspapers and saw the word "siege". We talked with my mother, and she told how we lived in the first winter of the blockade. She showed the documents. I took them, assuming they might come in handy someday.

After my father's death, my mother and her own sister raised me. 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 hard that my aunt persuaded my mother to give me up. An evacuation barge came, and I was wrapped in a blanket like a load and thrown into this barge. But then my mother's heart ached. She began to worry and could not stand it. There was a patrol. She turned to him, told him what happened and how. The patrol returned, started scattering rags and trunks, looking for me. So I survived, or rather, resurrected.

We left Leningrad in February 1942, and those who stayed in the besieged city for at least six months are considered a blockade.

School years

In 1947 I went to first grade. After seven years I entered the Saratov school number 8. It resembled the current Suvorov schools... Orphans and children with a particularly difficult marital status, in particular, blockades, were taken there.

A year later, the school was closed, and I again returned to my grandparents. He graduated from the 9th grade, at the same time he received the specialty of an assistant combine operator. Started summer holidays... As soon as they started harvesting, the combine operator is sent by telegram from the regional party committee together with the combine to develop virgin lands in the Orenburg region. I was also taken, as an exception. It took 11 days to get to the place on an open platform.

We worked there until September. I have to get back to school by the fall. I went to the director of the state farm for the calculation, and he says that there is an order not to let anyone go until the harvest has been harvested. I got a couple of bottles of "chatter" and got the calculation. He returned home, graduated from the 10th grade. At first there was, however, a slight lag, but the guys helped, and I coped with the program.

Studying at the flight school and aviation technical school

After school I thought: what to do next? The special school, which I graduated from, gave advantages when entering the flight school, and I went there. In 1960 he graduated from the Orsk Flight School named after I. Kholzunov. At this time, a large-scale reduction of the army began, and thanks to Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev, having received the profession I dreamed of, I was left without a job. They gave us lieutenant shoulder straps, and go wherever you want.

We young people are still lucky. At the age of 20-25, it is not too late to arrange your life differently. But for those who had 2-3 months before retirement, it was very difficult.

I returned to Saratov and went to the factory as an apprentice of a turner. But then I heard a rumor that the Saratov Aviation College was recruiting people like me, demobilized. I was delighted, quickly collected the documents and entered a technical school close to the previous military, but civilian profession... After graduation, like many others, he decided to return to his homeland, to Leningrad.

Job seeking

To my request, the answer came that at present Leningrad cannot provide me with a job, since there is no housing, but if there is a desire, then you can go to Novgorod or Velikiye Luki. I met a guy from a parallel group by chance and asked what Novgorod was like. He replied:

"Nice city, but there are two drawbacks."

"There are a lot of mosquitoes and there is no football."

Despite these shortcomings, I went to Novgorod. They sent me to the Volna plant. There, in the personnel department, the Hero of the Soviet Union Yegor Mikhailovich Chalov worked. We got to talking. He invited me to get a job at a factory so that over time, since I am a pilot, 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, I went there. And there, too, the bosses are on vacation. I saw a woman sitting, ready to listen to me. I told everything, and she offered me a referral for a 2-year study on the An-2 plane. But I already have 500 sorties and landings! Should I still retrain?

In aviation, it is so necessary that if you transfer from one aircraft to another, you need to retrain for at least 6 months. And my wife-teacher with her little daughter is to come to me in September. Therefore, the conversation turned out to be ineffectual.

I went to the Economic Council. There I was met by another woman, so respectable, serious. She listened to my sad story and said:

“I'll give you three days. Look for a place to live and you will get a referral. "

It took 3 days. At that time, it was difficult to find housing, since lieutenants, colonels and generals were laid off. In general, nothing worked for me. And I decided that I would rather live in the center of Novgorod than somewhere on the outskirts of Leningrad.

Work with convicts

He returned to "Volna" to Chalov and worked there for 5 years, until the 69th year. And just at this time there was a recruitment to the internal affairs bodies, and I, 30 years old, were sent by transfer to work with convicts. It was also necessary to study there. 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 to move to IK No. 7, I wrote a report that I was ready to serve at any point where the service lasts for two years. In Irkutsk they refused me, the reason is still the same - there is no apartment.

And I volunteered for Komi. From there to Moscow you need to travel 26 hours by train, then 40 minutes to fly on the An-2 and 6 hours to get in the car. It was in such a remote taiga that I served until 1991, when I disintegrated Soviet Union... It was just my turn to the apartment, I was lucky. I gave 20 years of my life to work in correctional colonies.

After 1991, I was not associated with the convicts. But to this day, sometimes dreams with creepy pictures from life in the North are dreamed. You wake up in the middle of the night covered in a cold sweat. You will wake up - but I'm retired! The colony left such a trace. It was a hell of a job. He 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 thought of going on a well-deserved rest. I just arrived at the garden, stuck a shovel into the ground, like a call from a private security company:

“It's too early for you to go to rest. We ask you to put things in order at the fish factory. "

He also worked there for 2 years. At 70, I retired with the rank of major.

Vivid episodes from the past

What do I remember most often from my youth?

As he lived with his grandparents. Grandfather was a foreman, a prominent person in the village. I remember that seedlings were planted in the collective farm garden. I took an apple tree seedling, brought it home and planted it under my window. My grandfather saw, woke me up, lifted me sleepy out of bed. Then he squeezed my head between my legs, unfastened me with a belt properly and said:

"Where you took, return 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 they unloaded coal or something else. In general, we had a Sabbath to survive

The most profitable was the unloading of the plates, the money was good. Then the cakes were 6 kopecks and the popsicle for 11. Eat a couple of popsicles and it seems like the hunger goes away. Once I went to the curator and said:

"We have problems".

"Do not question us, please, on Mondays, we are after the Sabbath."

Otherwise, you will get a deuce and you will lose your scholarship. And then, if no one helps, how to live? They made concessions to us and were not interviewed on Mondays.

I remember the flights. When I graduated from college, I already understood well what discipline is. It should be in the first place in everything, it is the basis of all our successes and achievements. Now for me it is an axiom.

I remember my first flight. I do aerobatics, and they order me on the radio:

"Terminate the job".

I looked at the altimeter - 400 meters !. When I landed the plane, I was all wet. I pinch myself and I don't feel anything. Received a severe reprimand and remembered for the rest of my life what discipline is.

We never thought that in aviation we, lieutenants, could be cut. But it turned out that way. After that, we were not disturbed for 10 years. We were all terribly embittered. And 10 years later we were summoned to Bohodukhiv, 65 km from Kharkov, to retrain to a helicopter. Parachute jumps were mandatory for the entire flight crew. There were also difficult cases that could lead to tragedy.

Club "Novgorod walruses"

Since 1968 I have been engaged in winter swimming. I am one of the founders of the Novgorod city club of winter swimming “Novgorod walruses”. There were 4 of us: three men and one woman.

At first they swam in the open air and did not have any premises. Then we bought a construction trailer on wheels on the left side of the bridge. When some commission came, we were forced to remove him. We hid it, sometimes put it at the Victory Monument. Now we have a wonderful ice swimming club, built at our own expense. Everyone has their own key. You can come and swim at any time, there are male and female departments.

At first I swam daily. Then I heard that athletes are encouraged to swim every other day and decided that I am also an athlete. Now I swim every other day in any weather. But it's more interesting in winter. The greater the temperature difference, the better. Without 15 and 6 I already swim, and on Sunday - a bath. Without an ice hole - I'm nowhere. I live on Predtechenskaya, it's 10 minutes walk. Water is usually 2-3 degrees, not lower. It happens that you don’t want to go in the cold, but you’ll get into the hole - you don’t want to go out. You yourself wonder why you didn't want to go. I do not break the regime, there are no passes.

We have 130 permanent "walruses", but a new replenishment comes, usually after Epiphany. They will try to Baptism - they will like it, and they come again. No one from my family shares my hobby, you can't drag anyone into the icy water. Do not want. My daughter only goes to the pool.

Personally, sports 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 per day was allocated to sports. I was deprived of my first vacation, as I did not hold the press well.

All those who lagged behind in physical education did a whole month. From that time until now, I pull up 10 times, 30 push-ups from the floor and hold the abs as much as I want. I run 10 kilometers every day, I'm in great shape. I had a difficult one, but interesting life... There would be no problems, life would be boring. "

Ivan Shilov, Anastasia Sementsova, Alla Bulgakova - head of the Patriot association

Photo by Anastasia Sementsova

In life, all the best happens unexpectedly, even an interesting meeting is most often an accident, the memory of which will remain for life. An essay on the topic "Interesting meeting" is written easily and simply, especially for those who are really lucky to meet an interesting person.

Who can you meet?

In an essay on the topic "An interesting meeting" you can write about unusual encounters with their peers, people of 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 whole life, moreover, radically change it.

The essay on the topic "Interesting meeting" has a simple structure:

1. Introduction. Where and under what circumstances the incredible collision took place. Maybe this will be a walk public lesson or a bus ride.
2. Main part. Here it is worth talking about what the person remembered, what he told or showed interesting.
3. Conclusion. To sum up all the most memorable from the meeting.

The power of faith

An essay on the topic "Interesting meeting" in grade 6 can have a simple and uncomplicated structure. For example, you can talk about a conversation with your new neighbor, who, although a peer, is very different from other children.

“Sometimes there are very unexpected meetings. Here is such 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 drew attention to his eyes - they were saturated of blue color like a summer evening sky that has not yet had time to say goodbye to the light of day.

Hey! - I greeted in surprise.

Hello! - the boy answered culturally, although he was my same age, he spoke very respectfully.

We quickly got to talking, and I found out that my new acquaintance, Misha, is studying in a very unusual place for our time. Who would have thought that there were still parish schools ?! But as it turned out, they are, 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 deeply felt, completely unlike the tortured phrases that appear when adults begin to instructively talk about God and religion. I am very glad that I have such a friend! "

Hermitage

The essay on the topic "An interesting meeting with an artist" will turn out a little more difficult.

“It happened last year. Then my friends and I went to Moscow to visit an exhibition of paintings timed to coincide with the Russian Art Week. There were canvases by eminent artists and novices who painted in a wide variety of genres. Within the framework of the exhibition, the organizers held international competition painting. Among all the contestants and winners, the most memorable was the artist Sofya Mezhneva, who took the honorable first place in the "Classic portrait" nomination.

Her works were so amazing that we simply could not stand aside and approached to get to know the artist. She was glad to meet us and gladly told about herself and her work to us, young art lovers. We learned from her that even at such a young age, you can receive worthy awards for your work. Being a wealthy artist is quite real.

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 drawings of animals, the artist admitted that her main passion is portraits.

Her portrait for the contest featured an Asian-looking guy. He was dressed in a gray business suit with a yellow boutonniere on it. His hands are tucked into his trouser pockets, and the guy himself seemed to be leaning against the wall. One could say that he was relaxed and in a festive mood, only the hands themselves were pressed to the body. As if he felt uncomfortable. And his look! He seemed to be thinking about someone important and closely watching someone.

The painting was one meter high, so I had to move a little further to take a picture with it. Surprisingly, the photo turned out as if the guy was looking at me. At that moment, I finally confirmed my desire to become a famous artist. "

Conclusion

Students in grades 6-9 have to write an essay on the topic “Interesting meeting”. And practically in each of them it is told that a casual conversation suddenly became fateful and will remain in memory forever.