Branch of MOBU "Solnechnaya secondary school" - "Ovsishchenskaya secondary school"
A word about school
(from the history of the school)
Completed teacher
primary classes
Panteleeva Svetlana
Mikhailovna
March 2013
A word about school.
School is a workshop where the thoughts of the younger generation are formed; you must hold it tightly in your hands if you do not want to let the future out of your hands.
School... Every person always remembers their school years, teachers, classmates. In short, a school family that will always be remembered.
Growing up, you remember with a smile various situations, sometimes seemingly both offensive and ingenuous. And how much joy there is from meeting on the Internet on the Odnoklassniki website! Life develops, introducing significant changes, which, naturally, is reflected in school.
A school, in my opinion, is a living organism with its own history and traditions. There are many schools in the Tver region, where I was born, studied and work.
In my life there were two small rural schools: in the village of Kuznetsovo and the village. Dyatlovo, Vyshnevolotsk district. The first had an impact on my future profession. My first primary school teacher, Tatyana Alekseevna Smelova, served as an example. More than 20 years have passed, and I still remember a young, modest, kind and at the same time strict, demanding and fair mentor.
Another school, Dyatlovskaya, contributed to my development as a teacher. I studied, did an internship in primary school, and have been teaching children here for more than 10 years.
The school, although small and located in the rural outback, is unique in its history.
More than a century ago, it was located in the house of the priest of the Yegoryevsk church in the village. Voloshnya, the so-called Voloshin school. An interesting fact is that this building previously belonged to the famous composer Anton Rubinstein, who wrote the second part of the opera “The Demon” here. The caretaker of the house, as well as the former director of the school, Leonid Fedorovich Zagorsky, spoke about this at one time. Later, Rubinstein's house was acquired by the landowner Wintergarten, and the last owner was the merchant Fedorov from St. Petersburg.
Voloshinskaya, seven-year, then eight-year school was transferred to a one-story wooden building in the village. Dyatlovo, and from 1979 to the present is located in a typical two-story brick building.
The director of the school from 1974 to 2010 was Nina Sergeevna Grishchenko, an excellent student of education in the USSR, Honorary Citizen of the Vyshnevolotsk region.
Our school, although young, already has more than thirty ninth grade graduates, and over twenty eleventh grade graduates. Among the graduates is the Head of the Dyatlovsky rural settlement, Sergei Vasilievich Ivanov, moreover, 70% of the teachers currently working here: Grishchenko N.S., Lebedeva I.V., Solovyova N.N., Koroleva G.B., Panteleeva S.M. , Bobina M.S. etc. It is gratifying that the school also has graduates who are medalists.
This is the only school in the area where there is a school boarding school, where children from neighboring rural settlements live. Children (25% of the total contingent) from a social shelter located next to the school are also studying.
You have to work with children from different villages, from prosperous and asocial families, as well as with orphans with living parents. The teaching staff is mostly female, creative, friendly, making their contribution to the education and upbringing of schoolchildren. And our school, I can firmly state, is trying to “keep pace with the times.” It is clear that in the era of intensive introduction of interactive tools into the educational process, each of us, teachers, masters innovations without which school life is unthinkable today: computers, the Internet, electronic magazines, laptops...
The school is also rich in its traditions. Spartakiads are held annually in memory of Vladimir Kulikov, a school graduate who died in 1996 in a “hot spot” during the Chechen war; day of student self-government (Understudy Day), non-standard lessons - reflections and extracurricular hours such as “brain ring”, “kaleidoscope”, quizzes, excursions, the topics of which contribute to the development and education of worthy members of our Fatherland.
Currently, the school director Lyubov Vasilievna Gerasimova continues the tradition, supporting and encouraging the creative search of each teacher.
Our path is difficult. A teacher not only teaches, but also learns throughout his life. He learns from both his colleagues and the boys.
Having chosen the “profession of continuous youth”, I do not regret it. Years go by, generations change, and the school gets younger. She has her own history, her own handwriting and style. I am glad that school graduates constantly visit the school, considering it their home.
Voloshin school since 1967.
Dyatlov school since 1979
Treacherous tears welled up in my eyes from tenderness, and my heart somehow jumped and sank inside me at the sight of tiny and serious kids who for the first time crossed the line into adulthood, full of independently made decisions and everyday school tasks.
“Learning is light, and ignorance is darkness,” says popular wisdom. The life of every person is illuminated by a teacher. The teacher opens “the door to an extraordinary country full of mysteries and secrets,” to the big world to which his life is dedicated. The profession of a teacher is far from easy and very difficult, requiring from the teacher himself enormous attentiveness, a sense of tact and cordiality. us, so to speak, personality, without damaging or destroying our individuality! It is sometimes up to the teacher what will sprout and ripen from that small seed that he once sowed. It is not an easy task to teach children. And a huge responsibility lies, first of all, on the shoulders of the first teacher, the person who, as a rule, leaves the deepest mark on the souls and destinies of his students. With him, children bravely open the way to the world of knowledge, which begins with the alphabet and primer. Any of us remembers our first bell, our first lesson, our first answer, our first school holidays, our first prom, marking the end of elementary school. And all this is connected with the name of the first teacher.
For me, it was the name of Tatyana Anatolyevna Prokhorova. My memory helpfully takes me back to that seemingly not-so-distant morning of September 1, 1983. Here we are, tiny girls and boys, dressed in brown dresses, white aprons, with lush bows and dark blue uniform suits, in polished shoes, holding in one hand a huge bouquet of flowers, and in the other - a heavy briefcase with a cute lion cub on it lid and two fasteners on the sides, donated by the kindergarten, we walk in pairs towards the school. Festive and solemn music sounds, and none of us understands why our mothers and grandmothers quietly wipe their eyes with white handkerchiefs. With amazing ease, having picked up one of us, the adult man, along with his burden, announces the surrounding area with the cheerful ringing of a bell. It would later become clear that the uncle was a high school student, and with the ringing of the bell, the next stage of our life began, full of worries and devoid of childish playfulness and carelessness. Then we were all divided into two groups, two classes. Two young women, Tatyana Anatolyevna Prokhorova and Galina Vyacheslavovna Kalashnikova, came out into the middle of the clearing. The first became a teacher in my “A” class, and the second became a teacher in “B”. From my small stature, everyone around us seemed big, but literally a few years later I not only caught up, but also surpassed my mentors. The head teacher of the school called our names, and with delight and joy we lined up in one line next to our first teacher. I was able to see her in more detail only when we scattered like small peas into our places and calmly settled down at individual white desks with a rising tabletop and a special recess for pens and pencils on its surface. A modest, charming woman with a surprisingly kind look and a sweet smile entered the class. Her dark eyes enveloped us with their warmth and had a calming effect on each of us. In those few minutes, while Tatyana Anatolyevna silently looked at her first-graders, it seemed as if she had managed to penetrate the soul of each student, study his character, hear his thoughts. Everyone involuntarily became silent. Her voice sounded clear and loud. The classes became more and more exciting and interesting every day. Tatyana Anatolyevna introduced us to the natural world and captivated our children's hearts. She turned a simple school lesson about learning about the world into a whole journey. Personally, I was never bored in class because Tatyana Anatolyevna always found interesting and more difficult tasks for those who had already understood the new material. In mathematics lessons, she taught us not just to solve, but to think logically, which was very useful to me in high school and in my current life. The Russian language and Native speech were truly lessons in developing the culture of speech and language. Tatyana Anatolyevna has always been a serious teacher, strict and fair. But during breaks and after classes, she lived the life of the students: our worries, sorrows, our children's problems. She could understand everyone and tried to help everyone. Class hours became a real holiday for us, no matter what the conversation was about. Tatyana Anatolyevna taught us to live in a group and for a group, tried to unite and make friends with all the children in the class, although we were all so different and different from each other.
The first teacher, or mentor, is very important in the life of any person. He is like a skilled craftsman, in whose hands there is not just inanimate clay or plasticine, but a completely unformed living personality, and only his skill and professionalism can determine the future fate of his daily efforts and efforts.
To be a real teacher is a talent, because a teacher must be able to convey his experience and knowledge to children. Probably every teacher wants his student to achieve success in the future. But one of the most important joys for a teacher is the gratitude of his students. I want to say a huge thank you to Tatyana Anatolyevna for everything she did for us, for the fact that she, sparing no effort and time, patiently and persistently put into our little children’s heads the knowledge that will always be useful to us in life.
Somehow, those who had been coming here for several years already looked especially grown-up, those who were already past the exciting first lesson, with its timid and timid moments and fear of something unknown and unusual. The appearance of these children already spoke of self-confidence and certain knowledge of the upcoming fate. Other people will take care of their further education, and the first teacher will hand over the reins of class leadership to a new person, no less responsible and serious than himself, called upon to grow delicate flowers and turn them into a beautiful garden with an individual and unique aroma.
How lucky I am, because on my life’s path I just met such a professional gardener, who skillfully combines the “carrot and stick” principle in his work, which had a very beneficial effect on my character and was useful in shaping my destiny in the future. In my opinion, Elena Vladimirovna Medvedeva best matches the image of our strict and at the same time gentle and caring professional gardener. We still have a good relationship with her, although more than a decade has passed since graduating from school. We talk about all sorts of topics related not only to school issues. Elena Vladimirovna is a pleasant conversationalist and an attentive friend, a responsible and punctual person.
It’s hard to imagine that at the time of our first meeting she was much younger than I am now. For the previous three years, our school life, as elementary school students, did not rise above the second floor of the building; with great envy I watched the high school students, they seemed to me so mature and wise, and besides, the coveted peak was available to them. Finally, the time has come when I, too, joined the tempting life in a hitherto unfamiliar place, full of multi-subject classes and teachers. A young woman with short hair and a marvelous, almond-shaped eye shape entered the class in which the first meeting with the new and unusual took place; she was wearing a large checkered dress and a wide belt. As wisdom rightly says: “Everything in a person should be beautiful, both the external and internal world!”, So Elena Vladimirovna is magnificent in all respects! I would like to note that I am not saying this for the sake of a nice word; ask any other student, his parents, school colleagues, friends, etc. - we all know well the openness and sincerity of this person. Deep decency, kind and sensitive attitude towards children, and all this, in my opinion, looks very advantageous against the backdrop of everyday school life. Elena Vladimirovna is not only a very knowledgeable language arts teacher, giving knowledge in her native speech and excitingly leading us to a high-society ball with Natasha Rostova and, together with us, empathizing with Anna Karenina’s unrequited feelings, but also an excellent psychologist and organizer. My class trip to Polenovo, trips to Suzdal and Leningrad to the accompaniment of the song of the same name in the 11th grade will remain in my memory for a long time. It seems to me that in order to talk about your subject with such interest and reverent love and tenderness, you need to devote yourself so completely to school and your chosen profession.
The morning after the prom was also unforgettable, when we, girls and boys, like sliding colorful leaves in the fall leaves, smoothly circled under the windows of the hospital, where the future mother of Alexandra’s daughter and our beloved teacher was being kept. It seems to me that thanks to Elena Vladimirovna, two important qualities became developed in me, which in many ways made my current life easier. This is a feeling of optimism and the belief that tomorrow will certainly be better than today. I think that I will not be a pioneer, and I will say that internal self-discipline and a strong core make life much more joyful and happier. I remember well the festive “lights” and parties, OPT lessons, summer practice in the fields of my native state farm “Zaoksky”.
How often do we hear around us that a person behaves differently, at home he is alone, but at work he is completely different. I am very glad that, as they say, Elena Vladimirovna is a constant quantity. I remember how once, in a telephone conversation with me, Elena Vladimirovna shared her life principle: “I simply unload the burden of household problems and worries before crossing the threshold of school, and vice versa.” A school is a school, and a family is a family, and when talking about the latter, you feel the importance it plays in her life. This is what she herself says about her family: “I love my family very much and value it,” says Elena Vladimirovna. “I don’t even know if I would have succeeded as a teacher and as a person if there were other people next to me.” This is my support and support. I am grateful to my husband for his patience and understanding. My children make me happy because I see that they are becoming exactly what I want them to be, they are caring, which means they will be good people.” I sincerely wish that everything will work out and come true in the life of this wonderful person, and that warmth and friendship will bring him closer to his students, making them one and giving this world a ray of goodness and joy.
The roaring sounds fell silent, and the sky, which witnessed the solemn event, sent its blessing to Earth.
“Mom, will I go to school? Will they teach me how to read there? Am I going to sit at my desk like this? Will they give me A's? How many questions do our children ask about school? And their worries are understandable. After all, schoolchildren are no longer kids, but matured, independent children.
Beautiful poems about school will help your children love it even more. Read them with your children and remember your wonderful school days.
Loud laughter will fill the schools
Short poems about school for preschoolers
School is your best friend
Our second friend is dear.
Here we comprehend the course of science
We are a friendly family.
Windows washed
The school is smiling
Sunny bunnies
On the guys' faces.
After a long summer
Friends are here
They gather in flocks,
They make a joyful noise.
Loud laughter will fill the schools,
After all, September is just around the corner.
The corridors are boring
For cheerful children.
And the teachers are ready
Teach all sciences.
Everyone should have the opportunity
Get a high score.
What's first?
Will the cat learn?
- Grab it!
What's first?
Will the bird learn?
- Fly!
What's first?
Will the student learn?
- Read!
Everything is fine in first grade.
Pens, books and notebooks -
Everything is in place with the guys,
Yesterday's preschoolers.
Everyone walks very boldly,
They'll get down to business soon.
Have you heard the good news?
I'll be exactly six soon!
And if a person is six,
And he has notebooks,
And there is a backpack, and there is a uniform,
And you can’t count the counting sticks,
And he tries to read,
That means he (or rather, I),
He's going to school!
I'll go to school soon
I'll find new friends there.
I will gain a lot of knowledge.
I already want to go there!
I will study at school.
I promise not to be lazy
Difficult examples to solve
Yes, read thick books.
I don't believe my eyes,
I can't even believe my ears.
The briefcase is on the chair.
“Who did you buy it for, mom?”
“You, my dear, bunny,
I bought it.
Will you go to school with him soon?
Like all your friends"
School September
September. The bell rang
The baby is starting first grade.
And a tangle of yellow leaves,
The breeze moves across the sky.
Metzger Alexander
Listen to the audio story “Soon to School” with the kids.
Some children love school so much that they want to stay there all their lives. It is from them that scientists emerge.
Hugo Steinhaus
School is a bright house, we will study in it
Beautiful, touching poems about school
School is a bright house,
We will study in it.
There we will learn to write,
Add and multiply.
We learn a lot at school:
About your beloved land,
About mountains and oceans,
About continents and countries;
And where do the rivers flow?
And what were the Greeks like?
And what kind of seas are there?
And how the Earth rotates.
The school has workshops...
There are countless interesting things to do!
And the call is fun.
This is what “school” means!
It's time for us to go to school
Time flew by like a bird,
We are changing our way of life
And we look at the school boldly,
Leaving Kindergarten.
Our teacher -
You couldn't find anything more humane.
Oh, what a mess it was!
We will remember them.
I confess to you guys:
Kindergarten was everything to us.
It's not our fault at all
It's time for us to go to first grade.
Our years are like birds
Everyone is flying, flying, flying...
Kindergarten, relatives,
We moved back.
We walked in kindergarten
We were friends just yesterday.
Over the course of a year, everyone has become more mature,
It's time for us to go to school!
Alexander Gavryushkin
What awaits me at school
The desk is waiting for me, firstly,
Lessons are waiting
Friends are waiting.
There will be no time for laziness at school.
There I am in a new country
Affairs and knowledge and skills
I will begin the journey.
Nature awaits: forest and field!
After all, we will go on a hike more than once...
A's are waiting for me at school
The whole first class is waiting for me!
V.Moruga
First of September
This day is for me
Very sad
At least lunch that day
Very tasty.
My brother
Left in uniform
To class,
And I'm looking after the house.
Like a puppy.
Well, let,
Well, let,
Well, let,
But I
I'll take care of the kitten!
I will be a teacher
And the cat
To my lesson
He will come in uniform.
I got the ink
And a notebook
To with Vaska
Writing lessons.
Vaska
I poked the inkwell with my nose,
From the table
He jumped onto a chair.
Arched his back
Twitched his tail
And, meowing,
Disappeared under the table.
Around the apartment
I was looking for Vaska
And everywhere
Got him.
Only from the chandelier
I couldn't get it...
Our lesson was interesting.
Eh,
But after such a defeat
Mother
She kicked Vaska out of the house.
M. Sadovsky
School
Windows washed
The school is smiling
Sunny bunnies
On the guys' faces.
After a long summer
Friends are here
They gather in flocks,
They make a joyful noise.
They huddle around moms and dads -
These are first graders.
They wait, worried,
Your first call.
So he rang,
Collecting to classes,
And the school fell silent
The lesson has begun.
V. Rudenko
First class guys
Everything is good with us
They call it first class.
Passengers without fear
Taking flight
If the pilot is first-class,
First class aircraft.
This builder is first class!
He built the first class!
To first class homes
Winter will not settle.
First class teacher
Strict with first graders:
“Put down the toys,
The lesson begins!
From Kamchatka to Arbat
On this day in our country
First class guys
Entering first grade!
A. Stroilo
School
The school sparkled for the school year -
The windows sparkled, looking east.
New painting on the walls of the gym,
There is a curtain in the assembly hall - delight!
The school thought: “Oh, how I like it
Live in silence, without worries and worries!
It's a pity that I won't be a beauty for long -
Soon hundreds of feet will trample me.
Again the bells will buzz like bees,
Streams of speeches will flow again...
How tiring if you are a school,
Either the Gymnasium or the Lyceum.”
Here it is September. Along a familiar road
They bring a bouquet to the school -
Any heart cannot stand it, it will tremble.
The school nodded to the kids: “Hello!
So many pleasant surprises outside the door!
My bow to you, young minds.
How I missed having fun!
Well, did you grumble? I’m getting old, alas.”
G. Ilyina
Goodbye, kindergarten!
Goodbye, cheerful garden!
I'll go to school in September.
In the meantime, I’ll hide the notebooks
And I’ll go to the dacha!
I'll sit on the shore
I'll run for mushrooms
I'll shake off the dew from the grass,
I'll bring some strawberries.
With a long fishing rod
I'll go fishing.
I'll lie on the sand
I'll take a swim in the fast river.
I've been a student since September!
Mom will buy me a diary
And also a briefcase and books,
We're not babies anymore!
We are schoolchildren now,
Grown up: believe it or not!
Irina Gurina
Hello school!
Kindergarten is a cozy home:
Games and fun!
But it's time to move out:
A housewarming party awaits us.
A cozy, kind home,
Only wider, higher.
The call has been given for the move -
The bell is heard.
We were in a hurry to grow up.
The path of knowledge awaits us.
- Hello, school, new home!
Sadik, goodbye!
E. Dolgikh
At all times, the school led children along the paths of knowledge and skills. Therefore, it is not surprising that many poets have more than once dedicated their poems to the school.
What do they teach at school?
Beautiful, touching poems about the school of famous poets
What do they teach at school?
Write different letters
With a thin feather in a notebook
Subtract and multiply
Don't hurt kids
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
Finding east and south
Draw a square and a circle
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
And never be confused
Islands and cities
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
About the verb and about the dash,
And about the rain in the yard
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
To be firmly and firmly friends,
Treasure friendships from childhood
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
Mikhail Plyatskovsky
My quiet homeland (excerpt)
New fence in front of the school
The same green space.
Like a cheerful crow
I'll sit on the fence again!
My school is wooden!..
The time will come to leave -
The river behind me is foggy
He will run and run.
Nikolay Rubtsov
Little schoolgirl
I'm walking in a new dress,
I'm wearing a white apron.
Here is a kindergarten, and in that garden
And I recently sang.
Goodbye, familiar kindergarten,
Now I have to go to school!
- Galinka! - the kids are screaming
And they wave to me from the garden.
They call: - Come in now
Our kindergarten is fun!
“No,” I say, “I need to go to class.”
I'll come back later from school.
And everyone congratulates me,
Having gathered early in the garden,
Because from today I
I'll go to school.
Uspensky Eduard
School (excerpt)
That was many years ago.
Me too for the first time
With a crowd of fellow kids
Showed up to school class.
I was given a lesson too
And they called to the board,
And I solved it as best I could,
Holding a chalk in your hand.
School years have flown away
And you won't catch up with them.
But sometimes I meet
His comrades...
We've become adults now
We can't get our childhood back.
School opened the door to life for us
And showed the way.
But, seeing off to the school class
Now your children
We remember every time
About your youth.
About our school above the river,
About the class in two windows.
There was no such thing in the world
As good as she is!
Sergey Mikhalkov
To school
Today
Little people
Meets a new one
School year.
In the morning along the sidewalks,
Any street
The guys are coming
In pairs,
Chain,
A crowd.
Who's dragging
To classes
Homemade receiver
Who butterflies
Dried,
And who - a live squirrel.
Here with my first-grader brother
The sister walks nearby.
The girl is assigned
Look
For my younger brother.
Yes he himself
More than once
To my little sister
To fifth grade
Will definitely stop by
A big change!
...They are coming in a crowd
Pupils
With briefcases in hands,
The notebooks are untouched
Purely in the diaries.
They are in a hurry to call
And they chatter merrily.
And the adults
From the windows
They look with a smile.
We hold you in high esteem
All work -
Work
Pupils
They're coming!
Agniya Barto
Invitation to school
Children! Get ready for school -
The cockerel crowed a long time ago!
Dress quickly, -
The sun is looking out the window!
Man, and beast, and bird -
Everyone gets down to business
A bug drags along with a burden,
A bee flies after the honey.
The field is clear, the meadow is cheerful,
The forest has woken up and is noisy,
The woodpecker knocks and knocks with its nose!
The oriole screams loudly.
The fishermen are already pulling their nets,
In the meadow the scythe rings...
Pray for the book, children!
God does not command you to be lazy!
Lev Modzalevsky
We decided to play at school
We decided to play at school,
We turned the group into a class.
Let's wave the bell -
We have mathematics.
I'll be a teacher
I'll go to the board to explain.
I tap on the table with my pointer,
Calling for silence.
Raise your handles to the top
Let's count fingers:
Two, sixteen, ten, eight...
Well done! I give everyone a high five.
I see the nanny laughing,
This means something is wrong here.
Are we thinking wrong?
But then tell me how?
Being a teacher is not easy -
You need to be able to and know everything:
Sing, read, write in notebooks
And, of course, count.
Lika Razumova
And to help you and your kids, we invite you to read other articles on the website about the school. In addition to poems, invite children to guess riddles about letters and numbers, about school:
Choose poems about your class and classmates, as well as poems about school and teachers, and tell them at the September 1st holiday. Let the light muse of poetry inspire you and all your friends to achieve even greater heights in the new school year.
Poems about a friendly class are useful not only for school holidays. You can re-read them at any time, by yourself or with friends. They will cheer you up and teach you to value the strong friendships that arise during your school years. Well, if you want to laugh heartily, choose the funny poems about school that I selected for you.
Beautiful poems about school
Favorite school
How I love school, mom!
In the morning noisy crowd
We come to class the very best...
This class is of course mine.
There is no more beautiful school in the world:
It's cozy and warm here.
And with our teacher
I admit, we were lucky.
Doesn't swear angrily
Even if he puts “two”,
And he will show it in a businesslike manner,
Where the mistake is, let us know.
May there be many lessons at school,
We will overcome, no problem!
Start at the door
Our school years...
(A. Gavryushkin)
To the teacher
You opened the doors to a great life for us,
You not only taught us the alphabet.
Teacher! We love you, we believe you!
We learned lessons in kindness!
Our journey through life has just begun,
Thank you - it started as it should.
We wish you health and good luck,
Students - good and obedient!
(N. Ivanova)
Hello school!
The cheerful bell will ring,
And the notebook will open.
Here comes the school, here comes the school
He is calling us again.
Somewhere my favorite ball is sleeping,
Everyone is a student again.
The problem maker smiles,
And the fives are waiting for the diary.
We don't go fishing.
The call is ringing.
Goodbye, jump rope,
Forest, clearing, stream.
There’s a new backpack behind me,
There are five lessons ahead.
Hello school, hello school!
No more time to play!
(N. Knushevitskaya)
***
School to school
sparkled for a year -
The windows sparkled
looking east.
New painting on
the walls of the gym,
In the assembly hall there is a curtain -
delight!
The school thought:
"Oh, how I like it
Live in silence
without worries and worries!
It's a pity it's not for long
I will be a beauty -
Soon hundreds of feet will trample me.
The bells will buzz again
like bees
They'll pour again
streams of speeches...
How tiring if you -
School,
Or Gymnasium,
or Lyceum."
Here it is September.
Along a familiar road
They carry it to school
behind the bouquet is a bouquet -
Any heart
can't stand it, it will tremble.
The school nodded to the children:
"Hello!
So many nice
surprises at the door!
My bow to you, young minds.
How I miss you
I'm having fun!
Well, did you grumble? I’m getting old, alas.”
(G. Ilyina)
***
An autumn miracle happens in childhood.
Everything that is
next door to us,
in autumn it seems a little smaller:
the road to school is a little shorter,
the straps will hold the backpack tighter,
the desks are tighter and the classrooms are narrower,
in the sports hall - lower equipment,
books on high shelves closer,
summer goes by in short dreams...
Only trees grow
together with us.
(G. Lyakhovitskaya)
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Have you heard the good news?
I'll be exactly six soon!
And if a person is six,
And he has notebooks,
And there is a backpack, and there is a uniform,
And you can’t count the counting sticks,
And he tries to read,
That means he (or rather, I),
That means he (or rather, I),
He's going to school!
(I. Tokmakova)
Poems about home school and the First Bell
September holiday
Every year the call is funny
Brings us together.
Hello, autumn! Hello school!
Hello, our favorite class.
Let us feel a little sorry for summer -
We will not be sad in vain.
Hello, the road to knowledge!
Hello, September holiday!
(V. Stepanov)
Hello school!
Hello school! It's autumn again.
The classroom is calling again.
We'll ask the teachers
Take us into the world of knowledge.
We had a rest over the summer,
We have grown up and gained strength.
- Children, are you ready for school? -
Our teacher asked us.
- We came to school today,
To learn to live
Be a helper at home
Cherish your friendship.
We cannot live without knowledge,
We really need them.
We will become useful to people
We are the masters of the Earth!
So that over our planet
The sun was always shining,
So that children always laugh,
We have come to you, teacher!
(A. Maryukhin)
The Day of Knowledge
The day has come. Calls, ring!
Begin the school year,
A year of dreams and discoveries,
A sad year and a magical year!
How the familiar class shines!
Everything seems to be familiar, simple,
Only every school month
Raises many questions.
We wish you to leave with honor
From difficult trials,
Lots of good news
May good luck be with you!
Fulfillment of dreams
And there are many good friends,
And in the vast sea of knowledge
Find your way!
(Irina Aseeva)
Poems about school and first graders
August 31
Mom, Dad, and I are worried,
Our family worries all evening.
Everything has been ready for a long time - both the shape and the bow.
And miracle flowers decorate the sideboard.
And mom is confused: “Is everything okay?” –
And again I ironed the folds on the form.
And dad completely forgot from excitement -
Instead of porridge, he gave the cat some jam.
I'm worried too, and even trembling,
I follow mom and dad all evening:
“Set the alarm so we don’t oversleep.
For six hours, or better yet, five.”
My mother told me: “Don’t be naive -
I'm thinking about how I can fall asleep today!
After all, tomorrow you will go to school for the first time.
Everything changes in our lives tomorrow.”
(V. Kodryan)
What awaits me at school
The desk is waiting for me, firstly,
Lessons are waiting
Friends are waiting.
There will be no time for laziness at school,
There I am in a new country
Affairs and knowledge and skills
I will begin the journey.
Nature awaits - forest and field!
After all, we will go on a hike more than once...
A's are waiting for me at school
We are waiting for me throughout first grade!
(V.Moruga)
What is school
School is a bright house,
We will study in it.
There we will learn to write,
Add and multiply.
We learn a lot at school:
About your beloved land,
About mountains and oceans,
About continents and countries;
And where do the rivers flow?
And what were the Greeks like?
And what kind of seas are there?
And how the Earth rotates.
The school has workshops...
There are countless interesting things to do!
And the call is fun.
This is what “school” means!
(L. Arsenova)
To school
Yellow leaves are flying,
It's a fun day.
Sees off kindergarten
The kids are going to school.
Our flowers have faded,
Birds fly away.
- You are going for the first time
to study in first grade.
Sad dolls sitting
On an empty terrace.
Our cheerful kindergarten
Reminisce in class.
Remember the garden
A river in a distant field...
We are also in a year
We'll be with you at school.
The country train has departed,
Rushing past the windows...
- They promised well,
best to learn!
(Z. Alexandrova)
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Windows washed
The school is smiling
Sunny bunnies
On the guys' faces.
After a long summer
Friends are here
They gather in flocks,
They make a joyful noise.
They huddle around moms and dads -
These are first graders.
They wait, worried,
Your first call.
So he rang,
Collecting to classes,
And the school fell silent
The lesson has begun.
(V. Rudenko)
Funny poems about school and students
Revenge of a Loser
I will study for many years
Don't yawn and don't be lazy,
Don't hide in the silence of the night
Over the notebooks of the eyes,
So that, after completing the training course,
Get a medical diploma
Make a stern face
And send a letter:
"Citizen school director,
Come for injections!”
(I. Plokhikh)
Textbooks
Textbooks are like bricks
Size, shape and weight.
For those who decided to get a certificate,
It is advisable to be Hercules.
I can do pull-ups many times,
I've been doing exercises since the morning.
But the school bag bends into an arc,
It was as if I was going on a hike.
I won't throw my bag away, keep that in mind!
This is out of the question.
I will become a scientist and find a way
How to make textbooks easier.
(A. Starikov)
On the test
The problem is not solved -
even kill me!
Think, think, head
hurry up!
Think, think, head,
I'll give you some candy
On your birthday I'll give you
A new beret.
Think think -
For once I ask!
I'll wash you with soap!
I'll comb it!
We are with you
Not strangers to each other.
Help out!
Otherwise I’ll hit you on the top of your head!
(M. Boroditskaya)
If you start right away
Only get A's -
At home they will soon get used to them
And they won't notice.
Therefore, turn on your brains:
Get a couple of deuces
Mom will be indignant
But don’t argue, just keep quiet.
And then again
You can get five
Mom will definitely become
Kiss and hug.
Look at her secretly
And sit and groan,
Hint: these fives are
Oh, they are not easy!
(O. Bundur)
Half marks
I was leaving school
Slowly slowly,
He kept coming up with excuses.
Carrying a four
According to natural history,
And in Russian -
Half a quarter.
(R. Aldonina)
Calls
I am Volodin's marks
I'll find out without the diary.
If brother comes
With a three
Three bells ring.
If suddenly we
In the apartment
The ringing begins -
So it's five
Or four
He received it today.
If he comes
With a deuce -
I hear from afar:
Two short ones are heard,
Indecisive
Call.
Well, what if
Unit,
He quietly
There's a knock on the door.
(A. Barto)
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Losers are running around
A whole evening on the slide.
And I'm sitting over books,
I need A's.
Legs are numb
And my back has a cold.
I'd rather retire
Take a well-deserved rest.
(A. Givargizov)
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And I have a briefcase in my hand
With a heavy deuce in the diary!
And everyone walks lightly.
And everyone is walking here and there
And just like that, and on business.
And near house number two
There is bus number two,
And the steamer from afar
For some reason it rang two beeps...
And my legs can hardly drag,
And my legs can hardly drag,
And my head hung down
Like the head of the number two!
And everyone is walking here and there
And just like that, and on business.
And someone sings a song,
Someone is selling candy
And someone buys...
And I have a briefcase in my hand
With a huge D in the diary!
With a heavy deuce in the diary!
And everyone walks lightly...
(E. Moshkovskaya)
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Ant for recess
Went into a noisy school
And froze in amazement,
Amazed by the change...
Ant, say a word!
The ant exclaimed:
- Yeees..,
An anthill like this
I have never seen it!
(V. Levanovsky)
You have mastered the shock
A hundred rules and sciences,
But there's still a little bit left
There are 1000 pieces at the institute! And that's the end!
And maybe even strange
You will be without teachers, guys...
Don't leave right away - I'll tell you,
What they say to loved ones when they say goodbye:
“I wish you to walk through life boldly,
I wish everyone to find happiness,
Let everyone's wish come true.
On the road, friend! Bon Voyage!"
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Our dear teachers!
On this holiday - Teachers' Day
Forget all your worries
And look at the world more cheerfully.
You are always a source of light for us,
And the guys all, as if by agreement,
They bring you beautiful bouquets.
And for them the shine of your eyes -
The best reward for your efforts,
Better than any of the praise.
And they have one desire:
Just to bring you joy.
For your sincere smile
And the student and every student
He will instantly correct all his mistakes.
And it will not repeat them in the future.
You carry the torch of knowledge for everyone,
The one that will never go out.
May your wishes come true,
May no trouble come to your home!
Your life is lessons, children,
Your life is a patient concern.
We love you like no one else in the world!
And we repeat not for the sake of beautiful words:
"We love you!"
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It used to be in our class
Lots of troubles
There were joys, sorrows,
We mooed under our desks,
But they helped each other out.
And now they have become different:
We are not rushing anywhere in a flock...
The guy walks around half asleep -
Busy with himself.
Without discussions and polemics -
Everyone is almost an academician.
And the girls are getting prettier:
Jewelry on the necks
They have hairpins in their hair,
And the words are quite sharp!
“What can you do - it’s a difficult age!
- We often hear this exclamation.
But we will help each other out
If things get tough for us.
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...And then the call came,
The school house is quickly emptying.
In the ringing silence
Last steps.
But in a quiet class you are still sitting at the table,
And again your students are in front of you.
And in silence you think about them,
Yesterday strangers, now family,
About their question, about your answer,
About something for which there is no answer...
And tomorrow the day will come again,
And the school joyful people
Fill the floors with noise
And in the whirlwind of life it will spin!
Once upon a time I was on the third desk against the wall
I dreamed about the future and was in a hurry to become an adult
Even then you decided to be a teacher,
The path he chose was not easy, but he knew that he was strong enough.
And again there is silence at school,
And the old globe by the window,
In the magazine there is a suffix and case,
And so many destinies and hopes...
The fate of the country, the fate of the earth is in your hands,
Your students' dreams will come true.
They are to sow grain, guide ships on course,
Dedicate your life to children, as you did...
And again there is silence at school,
And the old globe by the window,
In the magazine there is a suffix and case,
And so many destinies and hopes...
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Calls
Agniya Barto
I am Volodin's marks
I'll find out without the diary.
If brother comes
With a three
Three bells ring.
If suddenly we
In the apartment
The ringing begins -
So it's five
Or four
He received it today.
If he comes
With a deuce -
I hear from afar:
Two short ones are heard,
Indecisive
Call.
Well, what if
Unit,
He quietly
There's a knock on the door.
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TO THE TEACHER
And again in the gilded poplar,
And Skoda is like a ship at the pier,
Where teachers wait for students,
To start a new life.
There is no richer and more generous person in the world,
What are these people, forever young.
We remember all our teachers,
Although they themselves are almost gray.
They are in the destiny of each of us,
They pass through it like a red thread.
We proudly say every time
Three simple words: “This is my teacher.”
We are all in his most reliable hands:
Scientist, doctor, politician and builder...
Always live in your students
And be happy, our captain-teacher!
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School, school, world of science,
A world of dreams, knowledge, light.
The only sad thing is that she
Closed for children in summer.
I'm proud of everything that is in you -
The abode of children's dreams, dreams -
You contain everyone within yourself
From meeting to parting.
There are countless happy school days,
That time will not pass without a trace,
And, taking flattery to heart,
We love school unrequitedly.
Korenev Pavel, 11-A class
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for TEACHER'S Day
How many springs have already flown by!
We can't stop these years
And for you the main thing was -
Teach children day after day.
Don't let bad weather come into your home
And diseases will not find roads.
We wish you health and happiness!
And thank you for your good work!
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Don't you dare forget your teachers.
They worry about us and remember us,
And in the silence of thoughtful rooms
They are waiting for our returns and news.
They miss these infrequent meetings.
And no matter how many years have passed,
Teacher's happiness is formed
From our student victories.
And sometimes we are so indifferent to them:
On New Year's Eve I don't send them congratulations,
And in the bustle or simply out of laziness
We don’t write, we don’t visit, we don’t call.
They are waiting for us. They're watching us
And they rejoice every time for those
Who will pass the exam somewhere again?
For courage, for honesty, for success.
Don't you dare forget your teachers.
May life be worthy of their efforts.
Russia is famous for its teachers,
The disciples bring glory to her.
Don't you dare forget your teachers.
A. Dementyev
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