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 their time studying and students. How hard was the child who came to the first class, with his small little hands to 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 their parents - teachers. It was the first time they have taught us to read, write, 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 souls. Cozy atmosphere betray school walls, which are painted characters of fairy tales. The school runs many activities in which the children sing songs, dance, recited poems, put the actor's performances. It is at such events every child can show their talents to others. Our school is surrounded by beautiful, cozy park. On school premises, 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, relive the joys and tribulations of younger students. I love my school and I guess I will be very sad to part with it. I think when we grow, and we will already have their own families, we will remember with sorrow to our children, carefree school days, our school house, which was so warm and cozy, and our classmates who were our native people.
(1) Do many people ask questions about conflicts? They want to know why conflicts happen in a family, don't they? Do they want to know why political parties and states have conflicts? (2) Conflict is a natural thing in our life, isn't it? Why do conflicts happen? Don’t they really hear what the other person is saying? (3) May conflicts may lead to fights, bad relations and violence? If conflicts happen between parties or states, they can lead to war, don't they? That is why people should try to prevent conflicts. (4) Every day you are in contact with people whose values are different from yours, aren't you? Do you have the right to disagree with their values? Should you understand that other people also have the right to be different from you? Must you respect the right of other people to have ideas that differ from your ideas?
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 their time studying and students. How hard was the child who came to the first class, with his small little hands to 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 their parents - teachers. It was the first time they have taught us to read, write, 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 souls. Cozy atmosphere betray school walls, which are painted characters of fairy tales. The school runs many activities in which the children sing songs, dance, recited poems, put the actor's performances. It is at such events every child can show their talents to others. Our school is surrounded by beautiful, cozy park. On school premises, 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, relive the joys and tribulations of younger students. I love my school and I guess I will be very sad to part with it. I think when we grow, and we will already have their own families, we will remember with sorrow to our children, carefree school days, our school house, which was so warm and cozy, and our classmates who were our native people.