Школа-это необозримый мир знаний. В ней проводят большую часть времени и учатся ученики. Как тяжело было ребёнку, пришедшему в первый класс, своими маленькими ручонками выводить каждую буковку, каждую циферку, и, как легко ему было находить общий язык со своими сверстниками. Школа-это большая семья, для каждого ученика, и, как в любой семье, так и в школе есть свои родители - учителя. Именно они впервые научили нас писать, читать, постигать глубины знаний. В школе мы находим настоящих друзей, обретаем знания и учимся жизни. Школа дает нам опору, дарит тепло и радость. Учителя посвящают нам душу. Уютную атмосферу школе предают стены, на которых нарисованы персонажи детских сказок. В школе проходит множество мероприятий, на которых дети поют песни, танцуют, рассказывают стихи, ставят актёрские постановки. Именно на таких мероприятиях каждый ребёнок может показать свои таланты остальным. Нашу школу окружает красивый, уютный парк. На территории школы есть баскетбольная площадка, различные турники.
Школа-это одно из самых замечательных времен жизни человека. Воспоминания о ней остаются самыми светлыми. Иногда я смотрю на первоклашек, и мне так хочется вернуть время и вновь поступить в начальную школу, снова пережить радости и невзгоды учеников младших классов. Я очень люблю свою школу и, наверное, мне будет очень грустно расставаться с ней. Я думаю, когда мы вырастем, и у нас уже будут собственные семьи, мы с горестью будем вспоминать наши детские, беззаботные школьные годы, наш школьный дом, в котором было так тепло и уютно и наших одноклассников, которые стали для нас родными людьми. The school is a vast world of knowledge. It spend most of the time, and students learn. How hard it was for the child who has come to the first class, his small little arms display every letter, every Tsiferki, and how easy it was to find a common language with their peers. The school is a big family, for each student, and, as in any family, and the school has its own parents - teachers. It was the first time they have taught us to write, to read, to comprehend the depth of knowledge. In school, we find real friends, gain knowledge and learn life. School gives us support, gives warmth and joy. Teachers devote our soul. The cozy atmosphere of the school betray the wall, on which are drawn children's fairy tales characters. The school runs many activities in which the children sing, dance, tell poems, put actor's performances. It is at such events every child can show their talents to others. Our school is surrounded by a beautiful, cozy park. At the school there is a basketball court, a variety of horizontal bars. The school is one of the most wonderful time of life. Memories of her are the lightest. Sometimes I look at the first-graders, and I'd love to go back in time and re-enroll in primary school, to relive the joys and hardships of students of junior classes. I love my school, and I guess I will be very sad to see her go. I think when we grow up, and we will have families of their own, with sorrow we will remember our childhood, carefree school years, our school house, which was so warm and cozy, and our classmates who have become family to us humans.
There is very little written about Abel in the Bible, and yet, there is much that we can learn from the story of Cain and Abel. This is a story of what is in a man’s heart and how that affects his life. In Abrahamic religions Cain and Abel were two of the sons of Adam and Eve. They worked as food producers for their family; Cain was a crop farmer, and Abel was a shepherd. Very little else is known about Abel, except that he found favor in God's eyes by offering him a pleasing sacrifice. Also Abel was hardworking and smart, his heart cared how to do good things. He had never showed off, because his soul was full of love and mercy. God prefered Able's gift and as result Abel was murdered by his older brother in terrific way. Cain, who had rotten soul was jealous, he had never minded ones own business, he was selfish indeed. Cain killed Abel, committing the first murder, he cheated on his brother, he cheated on God's law. He was faint and weak before the power of evil and there was something that made him do harm, more than good . God expelled Cain, but lightened his punishment after Cain complained that his original punishment was too difficult to bear. Cain didn't have any chances to fix it up, because he had acted unpardonable. Cain was the first person born, and Abel was the first to die.
Школа-это одно из самых замечательных времен жизни человека. Воспоминания о ней остаются самыми светлыми. Иногда я смотрю на первоклашек, и мне так хочется вернуть время и вновь поступить в начальную школу, снова пережить радости и невзгоды учеников младших классов. Я очень люблю свою школу и, наверное, мне будет очень грустно расставаться с ней. Я думаю, когда мы вырастем, и у нас уже будут собственные семьи, мы с горестью будем вспоминать наши детские, беззаботные школьные годы, наш школьный дом, в котором было так тепло и уютно и наших одноклассников, которые стали для нас родными людьми.
The school is a vast world of knowledge. It spend most of the time, and students learn. How hard it was for the child who has come to the first class, his small little arms display every letter, every Tsiferki, and how easy it was to find a common language with their peers. The school is a big family, for each student, and, as in any family, and the school has its own parents - teachers. It was the first time they have taught us to write, to read, to comprehend the depth of knowledge. In school, we find real friends, gain knowledge and learn life. School gives us support, gives warmth and joy. Teachers devote our soul. The cozy atmosphere of the school betray the wall, on which are drawn children's fairy tales characters. The school runs many activities in which the children sing, dance, tell poems, put actor's performances. It is at such events every child can show their talents to others. Our school is surrounded by a beautiful, cozy park. At the school there is a basketball court, a variety of horizontal bars. The school is one of the most wonderful time of life. Memories of her are the lightest. Sometimes I look at the first-graders, and I'd love to go back in time and re-enroll in primary school, to relive the joys and hardships of students of junior classes. I love my school, and I guess I will be very sad to see her go. I think when we grow up, and we will have families of their own, with sorrow we will remember our childhood, carefree school years, our school house, which was so warm and cozy, and our classmates who have become family to us humans.