Вот нашла для 6 класса .The Old Indian. One day two tourists came to a part of America where they did not see people for many days. At last they met an old Indian. He knew everything about the forest, the animals living in it, the weather and many other things. He could speak English. "Can you tell us what the weather will be like during the next few days?” one of the tourists asked him. "Oh, yes,” he said. Rain is coming and wind. Then there will be snow for a day or two, but then the sun will come again and the weather will be fine. It will be very warm. "These old Indians didn’t go to school but they know more than we do,” said the man to his friend. Then he turned to the old Indian. " How do you know all that?” he asked. The Indian answered, "I heard it on the radio”.
Kuliev Kaisyn Shuvaevich (1917 - 1985), the Balkarian poet.He was born on November 1 in the ancient Balkarian village of Verkhny Chegem in the family of a pastoralist and hunter. He grew up in the mountains. As a child, having lost his father, lived a difficult childhood, started working very early.In 1926 he entered the newly opened school in Nizhnyaya Chegem, where he first saw books, began to learn Russian. At the age of 10 he wrote his first poems. After school he studied at the technical school in Nalchik, filling his thick notebooks with his verses. At seventeen began to be published in newspapers.In 1935, Guliyev arrives in Moscow and, although firmly decided to become a poet, enters the Theater Institute (GITIS), where he studied all areas of art and culture to become a well-educated person. At the same time I listened to lectures at the Literary Institute, continuing to write poetry. In 1939, after graduating from the institute, he returns to Nalchik, teaches literature at the teachers' institute. In 1940 published the first book of poems "Hello, Morning!".In 1940 he was drafted into the Red Army, served in the paratroop brigade. In the spring of 1941 the brigade was sent to Latvia, where Kuliev met the war. After heavy fighting near Orel, he was wounded and wound up in a hospital. He wrote many poems that were published in the newspapers Pravda, Krasnaya Zvezda, etc. Later he fought on the Stalingrad Front as a military correspondent for the newspaper Son of the Fatherland. Participated in the battles for the liberation of southern cities, was again wounded, and was treated for a long time in hospitals. During the war he wrote several cycles of poetry - "In the hour of trouble", "About those who did not return", "Perekop" (1942 - 44).In 1945 he left for Kirghizia, worked in the Writers' Union (on the recommendation of N. Tikhonov), wrote poetry, but could not publish them (the Balkar people were resettled by Stalin during the war). I was engaged in translations. In May 1956 Kuliev arrived in Moscow, where N. Tikhonov contributed to the publication of the book of poems "Mountains", published in 1957; In the same year in the publishing house "Young Guard" came out the second book - "Bread and Rose."In the same 1956 Kuliev returned to Nalchik. Finally he was able to become a professional writer. In the light of the poetry collections: "The wounded stone" (1964), "The Book of the Earth" (1972), "Evening" (1974), "Evening Light" (1979), "Earth's Beauty" (1980), etc. In 1985 K .Kuliyev passed away.
Сочинение на тему: Birthday Birthday, this is perhaps the most important day that only is in our life. Someone was born with you at the same time, and there are a lot of such people on the planet.On this day you become older for one year, spend this day the way you want! You are given gifts, you are with relatives and friends eating cake and having fun.every year you become all the older, but still love your birthday, because all attention is riveted to you!Usually, everyone gives gifts to which you are happy. But sometimes, these gifts may not suit you. For example, not the best gift for a boy is socks, and for a girl gum.The gift should be approached with all responsibility and love for the person to whom you are making this gift. You are pleased that you gave and liked the man, and he was pleased that you made this gift with your soul!
