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- My family
My family consists of four people: my mom and dad, me and my older brother. Like any family, ours has its own traditions and characteristics. We respect each other, we are always ready to listen and lend a shoulder.
My dad is a construction worker. Every day he comes home after work tired and he is very happy to see that they were eagerly waiting for him at home, having prepared dinner and set the table. My dad is a strict man in appearance, but at heart he is soft, like many of us. He wants the best for my brother and me and wants us to grow up to be courageous and strong people following his example.
Our mother works as a primary school teacher. She is a very kind, cheerful and open person. She loves her job, but tries not to forget about her family. Therefore, on weekends, mom bakes pies, makes various sweet pastries and pampers us. My brother and I try to help our mother in everything, because we know that women are the weaker sex who need support.
In turn, our parents raise my brother and me not in severity, but in understanding. For mischief at school or bad grades, dad doesn’t meet us with a belt in his hands right on the doorstep. In our family, it is customary to talk with each other, we discuss our problem in order to understand why it happened this way and not otherwise.
I really love spending all my free time with my older brother. I'm always interested in listening to his life stories and taking notes for myself. In the summer, my brother and dad go to the countryside for fishing, and upon returning home, my mother cooks fish soup or bakes her “signature” fish pie. Closer to autumn, we like to go to the forest for a walk and pick mushrooms. Our family is very friendly, so if someone has collected more mushrooms, he will definitely share it with someone who did not succeed.
In my opinion, the most important thing in life is to be able to find time for people near and dear to your heart. And also understand that there is nothing more important than family.
Having a family, in my opinion, is very important for every person. Family is our support, support and confidence in the future. Without a family, a person would be lonely: there is no one to share joy or sadness with, no one to ask for advice or help in difficult times. After all, only people close to us are able to understand us better than anyone else.
Option 2
My name is Ruslan, and I would like to tell you about my family. It is neither big nor small for me.
My mother's name is Irina. She works as a manager at a tourism agency. Her duty is to advise people where they should go on holiday, according to their preferences. She also sells clients trips to different countries. Mom chose this job because she herself loves to travel. You can say that this is her hobby.
My dad's name is Alexey. He is an administrator at a restaurant in our city. Usually he can be at work until late, since his position is very responsible, but he always finds time to be with his family. Especially on weekends, because he has a rule: no thoughts about work during non-working hours.
I also have a younger brother and sister. My brother's name is Roman, he is in third grade. He loves to draw and dreams of being an artist. For his last birthday he was given a professional set of paints, a small sketchbook and an album. He was very happy about this. My sister's name is Anna. But we just call her Anya. She doesn't go to school yet, she's only three years old. But she already goes to kindergarten, she really loves going there. But not in the mornings when you have to get up early.
Almost every weekend we have a picnic in the park or in nature. We take delicious food with us: sandwiches, fruit, tea in a thermos if anyone wants to drink something hot, and Coca-Cola if anyone wants to cool down. At the picnic we play volleyball or badminton.
I also forgot to tell you about our pet. This is a dog named Frank. He's a husky. Like many dogs of his breed, he barks little. He is very friendly and can be kept outside without a leash or muzzle.
When our parents have a vacation, we go to some country. We have already traveled to Switzerland, to ski, to Egypt, to look at the pyramids. But most of all I liked the last trip. We were in Tokyo, Japan. There I was amazed by the combination of new technologies and old traditions, and of course, we tried national Japanese food.
In our family, we try to do everything together: we solve problems, enjoy entertainment.
I love my family very much!
Yurko - Timurovite
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Third-grader Yurko became a Timurovite. Even the commander of a small Timurov detachment. There are nine boys in his squad. They help two grandmothers who live on the outskirts of the village. They planted apple trees and roses near their huts and watered them. They bring water, go to the store for bread.
Today is a rainy autumn day. Yurko and the boys went to chop wood for their grandmother. I came home tired and angry.
He took off his shoes and hung up his coat. Both boots and coat are covered in mud.
Yurko sat down at the table. Mom serves him lunch, and grandmother washes his shoes and cleans his coat.
Essay on the topic My family
I have a big family - grandmother, mother, father, me and my two sisters. You probably noticed that I named my grandmother first on this family list? Do you know why? Because she is the most important in our family!
And not only because she is the oldest, but because the whole house rests on her, because the warmth and comfort of our home is her doing. Granny's cooking is so finger-licking! There is no and cannot be tastier than her borscht and cutlets in the whole wide world. And the compote prepared by my grandmother is tastier than any store-bought juice. You probably think that I just really love to eat and because of this I praise my granny so much? Not at all, not only because of this. Also because she never grumbles. She is very cheerful with us. For example, it was my grandmother who taught me how to properly play games such as “Cossacks-robbers”, “bouncer” and even “langa”. She also knows many interesting stories. Not only I, but our whole family loves listening to them.
Our house is always clean and cozy. Just don’t think that we blamed all our worries and troubles on grandma. We help her with everything. The sisters clean the house. I go to the store, take out the trash, and do whatever my grandma tells me to do. When grandma is resting, we don’t make any noise or bother her with any trifles. And also, grandma always finds different kind words for everyone.
My parents are also very good. Mom and dad never quarrel. They work very hard. And I’m sorry that I don’t see them as often as I would like. Of course, even though they come late, they always find time to talk to us, ask about things at school, check lessons and tickle their sisters, because tickling makes them laugh so joyfully that we all start laughing with them. Dad says that our laughter takes away all the fatigue from him. Our mother is beautiful and affectionate. And not strict at all. Mom has a very beautiful voice and we love when dad plays the guitar and mom sings. And my sisters have funny laughs. They never whine, they don’t nurse. And for this I love them very much. Sometimes I take them with me to play, my friends don’t mind at all, because they know that my sisters are cool.
Weekends are always like a holiday for us! Because we all get together and we are never bored. In winter there is a skating rink and snow slides, in summer there is a park, a river and many other interesting things.
I think that the happiness of our family lies in the fact that we have each other, that we decide everything together and know how, and most importantly, we want to constantly please each other.
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Essay for 5th grade
Everyone in the world has a family. These are the closest and dearest people we have. In difficult times, they will support you and help you with sincere advice. They will rejoice at your victories and worry with you about your failures. For me, well-being within a family, by which I mean not only good financial condition, but also thriving relationships between its members, the atmosphere within it, is one of the most important components of life and, in general, one of the reasons why living is worth living.
Mom, dad, grandmother, brother and I - that’s my whole family. We may not have a dozen relatives, but we get along well with each other. Quarrels and insults in our home are quickly forgotten, giving way to a smile and care. It so happened that both mother and father spend a lot of time at work, trying to provide us with better living conditions, to preserve in my brother’s and my memory the memories of a happy childhood, my brother himself is older than me and is already studying at the university, leaving in the morning as well and returning in the evening. Therefore, often at home, after returning from school, I am alone, and I am very happy in those moments when we have the opportunity to get together for all of us. Mom and grandma cook something delicious, and we eat a delicious dinner and discuss how our business is going, what’s new at work or school. We share interesting stories and just enjoy good company.
Each of us has our own hobby, some interesting hobby. So, my mother devotes part of her free time to caring for house plants and all kinds of flowers: watering them and fertilizing them. In her youth, my grandmother worked as a cook in a kindergarten. She cooks very well and can always determine how much ingredients are needed for a particular dish. My brother is a former athlete. He trained in the hand-to-hand combat section and won many competitions at the regional and city levels. Now, as a student, he cannot devote so much time to sports, but nevertheless he always monitors his physical fitness, working out in the gym and on the street. My father played in a school ensemble in his youth, and his love for music, especially playing the guitar, was “passed on” to me. Often he and I perform a variety of songs: he sings old ones from the nineties, and I sing more modern and popular ones now.
I love my family very much and value them. Without these people, my life would be millions of times more difficult and boring, and I wish that every person on earth would value their loved ones, give them joy and at the same time be happy with them.
Seventh daughter
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Mother had seven daughters. One day a mother went to visit her son, but the son lived far, far away. Mother returned home a month later.
When she entered the hut, the daughters, one after another, began to say how much they missed their Mother.
“I missed you like a poppy misses a ray of sunshine,” said the first daughter.
“I was waiting for you, like dry earth waiting for a drop of water,” said the second daughter.
“I cried for you like a little chick cries for a bird...” cooed the third daughter.
“It was difficult for me without you, like a bee without a flower,” said the fourth daughter, caressing her mother and looking into her eyes.
“I dreamed of you like a rose dreams of a drop of dew,” chirped the fifth daughter.
“I looked out for you like a nightingale looks out for a cherry orchard,” whispered the sixth daughter.
But the seventh daughter said nothing, although she had a lot to say. She took off Mother’s shoes and brought her water in a large basin to wash her feet.
Option #5
Family is one of the main values of a person, something that he should protect and respect. Of course, there are bad families, but if a person is lucky and all his relatives are good people, then he should be proud of them.
I love my family very much, because we are very united and friendly, and besides, each of us has our own role. For example, my mother loves to make the house cozy and cook, so she devotes herself completely to these activities. She cooks very tasty, and after she cleans the room, a fairy tale reigns. Dad loves to go fishing and woodburning. On weekends he brings a lot of fish for dinner, and on holidays he gives us beautiful things made of wood. My sister loves animals, she takes care of our cat: she feeds her, changes her litter tray. I love helping my parents, so I wash the dishes every day and the floors every two days.
Of course, family is not only those people who live with you under the same roof, it is everyone you love and always look forward to visiting. My aunt, uncle and cousin. When they come to us, the fun begins: my sister and I always play, read and run, and my uncle, aunt and my parents sit at the table, drink tea and talk.
Since mom and dad work, we can only have fun on weekends. On Saturday the whole family goes to zoos or museums. If it’s winter outside, we take ice skates, skates or skis and go for a ride, and if it’s summer, we play badminton or football. My dad is a football player, so he always teaches my sister and me something new. Every evening we all sit together in the hall and talk about life: about our adventures, plans for the future, just fantasies and dreams. At such moments, even adult mom and dad become romantics who share their innermost desires to meet a fairy or see a unicorn.
Every year, on Family Day, we go camping, light a fire there and enjoy the time spent with each other. I look forward to this night every year.
I like to see how dad loves mom, he looks at her like a young boy in love, and mom always answers him with a tender look. They love my sister and me very much, they say that they don’t know how they lived without us. Perhaps this is love. Perhaps this is a real family. I dream that when I grow up, I will get married and will also look lovingly at my wife and my children.
Grandma is resting
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Little Galinka came home from school. She opened the door and wanted to say something cheerfully to her mother. But mom threatened Galinka with her finger and whispered:
- Quiet, Galinka, grandma is resting. I didn’t sleep the whole night, my heart hurt.
Galinka quietly walked up to the table and put down her briefcase. I had lunch and sat down to study homework. He reads the book quietly, to himself, so as not to wake up his grandmother.
The door opened and Olya, Galinka’s friend, came. She said loudly:
- Galinka, listen...
Galinka shook her finger at her, like a mother, and whispered:
- Quiet, Olya, grandma is resting. She didn’t sleep the whole night, her heart ached.
The girls sat down at the table and looked at the drawings.
And two tears rolled out from grandma’s closed eyes.
When the grandmother stood up, Galinka asked:
- Grandma, why did you cry in your sleep?
Grandmother smiled and kissed Galinka. Joy shone in her eyes.
For 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 grades
The most precious thing we have is our family. She may be far from ideal, because she is not chosen, but still be our most valuable treasure.
So, parts of my treasure were mom and dad, as well as little Martin, our hamster. But recently our family has added one more person - my younger brother Simon. I always approach him with amazement and wild interest and we play for several hours, not noticing the time.
My mother works as a teacher, she loves children very much. The class is always crazy about her. Mom knows how to lure children into even the most boring lesson, she can joke and laugh with everyone, but at the same time she always keeps discipline under control. Looking at her, I can get along with Simon without any problems and understand without words why he is capricious.
Dad works as a builder and constructs huge buildings that take your breath away. I once visited him at a construction site. Then they put on a protective helmet and vest for my safety. I asked to go to the very top of the building and then I froze in amazement when I saw the beautiful view of our city from above. When I grow up, I want to be like my dad. He always supports us and protects us from problems, and also pampers us with treats, although his mother sometimes forbids him to do this.
From birth, Simon was restless and required constant supervision, and I helped my mother with this. Once he almost squeezed Martin in his hands when he wanted to play with him. It's good that I saw it in time. Now he has grown a little and it has become much more interesting for me to spend time with him playing with cars and construction sets.
A word about Martin, he appeared with us shortly before Simon. You should see how he runs around the house in a special ball for hamsters, sometimes we don’t have time to keep an eye on him. When he sleeps, he looks like a little fluffy ball.
Our family has an unspoken rule - we spend every Sunday together. This could be a walk somewhere around the city, or vice versa - outside the city, it could be a trip to the cinema together, or home gatherings with treats and board games. Also, the support of each family member in difficult times is obvious. Together we experience moments of joy and sadness for each of us.
But things are not always so rosy. Sometimes quarrels run between us, which are resolved only by good and sincere conversations, and then by the strongest hugs.
During this time, we learned not only to resolve conflicts, but also became closer to each other. We can talk about anything and will always stand up for each other. After all, family is the most expensive treasure that cannot be bought for any money in the world.
Big birch
N. M. Artyukhova
Mom stood in the kitchen with a towel on her shoulder, drying the last cup. Suddenly Gleb’s frightened face appeared at the window.
- Aunt Zina! Aunt Zina! - he shouted. - Your Alyoshka has gone crazy!
- Zinaida Lvovna! — Volodya looked out the other window. - Your Alyoshka climbed a big birch tree!
- After all, he can break loose! - Gleb continued in a tearful voice. - And it will break...
The cup slipped out of my mother’s hands and fell to the floor with a clatter.
- Shattered! - Gleb finished, looking with horror at the white shards.
Mom ran out onto the terrace and went to the gate:
- Where is he?
- Yes, here, on the birch tree!
Mom looked at the white trunk, at the place where it split in two. Alyosha was not there.
- Stupid jokes, guys! - she said and walked towards the house.
- No, we’re telling the truth! - Gleb shouted. - He is there, at the very top! Where the branches are!
Mom finally understood where to look. She saw Alyosha. She measured with her eyes the distance from its branch to the ground, and her face became almost as white as this smooth birch trunk.
- Crazy! - Gleb repeated.
- Shut up! - Mom said quietly and very sternly. - Both of you go home and sit there.
She approached the tree.
“Well, Alyosha,” she said, “are you doing well?”
Alyosha was surprised that his mother was not angry and spoke in such a calm, gentle voice.
“It’s good here,” he said. “But I’m very hot, mommy.”
“It’s nothing,” said mom, “sit down, rest a little and start going down.” Just don't rush. Little by little... Have you rested? - she asked after a minute.
- I rested.
- Well then, come down.
Alyosha, holding onto a branch, was looking for somewhere to put his foot. At this time, an unfamiliar fat summer resident appeared on the path. He heard voices, looked up and shouted fearfully and angrily:
“Where have you gone, you worthless boy!” Get down now!
Alyosha shuddered and, without calculating the movement, put his foot on a dry twig. The twig crunched and rustled down to my mother's feet.
“Not like that,” said mom. — Stand on the next branch.
Then she turned to the summer resident:
- Don't worry, please, he can climb trees very well. He's great for me!
The small, light figure of Alyosha slowly descended. It was easier to climb up. Alyosha is tired. But his mother stood below, giving him advice, speaking kind, encouraging words. The earth was getting closer and shrinking. Now neither the field beyond the ravine nor the factory chimney is visible. Alyosha reached the fork.
“Take a break,” said mom. - Well done! Well, now put your foot on this branch... No, not there, that one is dry, here, to the right... Well, well, don’t rush.
The ground was very close. Alyosha hung in his arms, stretched out and jumped onto the high stump from which he began his journey.
The fat, unfamiliar summer resident grinned, shook his head and said:
- Oh well! You will be a parachutist!
And mom grabbed her thin, tanned, scratched legs and shouted:
- Alyoshka, promise me that you will never, never climb so high again!
She quickly walked towards the house. Volodya and Gleb were standing on the terrace. Mom ran past them, through the garden, to the ravine. She sat down in the grass and covered her face with a scarf. Alyosha followed her, embarrassed and confused. He sat down next to her on the slope of a ravine, took her hands, stroked her hair and said:
- Well, mommy, well, calm down... I won’t be so high! Well, calm down!
It was the first time he saw his mother cry.
- Well, look what kind of guest we have! - Dad called me loudly, when I was still fumbling with sandals in the corridor, having come from the street.
About family
Family is the most important part of my life. Only in my family, at home, do I feel safe, I feel that I can trust all my secrets to close people and not worry about being judged. I think that trust and mutual understanding are the basis of any relationship, but in a family these qualities should always come first.
My family is very big. Mom, Dad, grandma, grandpa, older brother, sister and me. We are all friendly and rarely quarrel. I like to argue with my sister because she often thinks that she is smarter than me, but she is not. Mom scolds us for this, so we try not to upset her. My older brother recently joined the army. He sends us letters every month and calls us whenever possible. I miss him a lot. I hope when he returns we will spend more time together. My grandmother is the kindest woman in the world. She loves to sit on a bench near the house in the evenings; all the neighborhood children love her because she always treats them to candy. Grandpa likes to watch different competitions on TV. He used to be an athlete - he was involved in weightlifting. My parents work a lot, so we spend little time together on weekdays. Dad works as a mechanic, and mom is an accountant. But on weekends we often play board games together or go for a walk in the park.
There are traditions in our family. And I think that's very cool. Because this way we have a reason to get together as a family. For example, one of the traditions: before every New Year, we decorate a live Christmas tree together, which we also choose together at the market. I love this ritual because at such moments we fool around, laugh, and communicate a lot.
I like that our family has family council every evening. We get together for dinner and talk about our day. It’s not customary for us to hide anything from each other, so even if I get a bad grade, I talk about it at the council. They don't scold me. Parents believe that they need to help their child cope with difficulties, guide and advise. Therefore, we discuss together why I received a bad grade and how it can be corrected.
My family is the most precious thing I have. I would never want to have other parents or brothers and sisters. My parents are an example for me in everything. I would really like to build the same relationships in my family in the future, because only thanks to the support of all family members I feel confident, not afraid to make mistakes and ready for any difficulties in life. I know that my family will always help me not only with the right advice, but also with deeds.
How Vasilko was born
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
- Children, today is the birthday of your friend Vasilka. Today you, Vasilko, turn eight years old. Congratulations on your birthday. I’ll tell you, children, how Vasilko was born.
Vasilko was not yet in the world, his father worked as a tractor driver, and his mother worked in the silkworm production department.
The tractor driver's young wife was preparing to become a mother. In the evening, the young husband got ready to take his wife to the maternity hospital tomorrow.
At night a snowstorm broke out, a lot of snow fell, and the roads were covered with snowdrifts. The car could not move, and there was no way to postpone the trip, the young woman felt: a child would soon be born. The husband left to get the tractor, and at this time his wife began to experience terrible pain.
The husband adapted a large sled to the tractor, laid his wife on it, left the house, and it was seven kilometers to the maternity hospital. The snowstorm does not stop, the steppe is covered with a white veil, the wife is moaning, the tractor is barely making its way through the snowdrifts.
Halfway there it became impossible to go further, the tractor sank in the snowdrifts, and the engine stalled. A young husband approached his wife, lifted her from the sleigh, wrapped her in a blanket and carried her in his arms, with incredible difficulty getting out of one snowdrift and plunging into another.
The snowstorm raged, the snow blinded his eyes, the husband was sweating, his heart was beating out of his chest; it seemed that one more step and he would no longer have the strength, but at the same time it was clear to the man that if he stopped for even a minute, he would die.
After a few tens of meters, he stopped for a moment, took off his coat, remaining in a padded jacket.
The wife was moaning in his arms, the wind was howling in the steppe, and the husband in these moments was not thinking about anything except the small living creature that was about to be born and for which he, the young tractor driver Stepan, is responsible to his wife, to his father and mother, to his grandfather and my grandmother, before the entire human race, before my conscience.
The young father walked four terrible kilometers for several hours; He knocked on the door of the maternity hospital in the evening; knocked, handed his wife wrapped in a blanket into the hands of the nurses and fell unconscious. When they unrolled the blanket, the amazed doctors could not believe their eyes: next to his wife lay a child - alive, strong. He had just been born, the mother began to feed her son right there in the corridor, and the doctors surrounded the bed in which the father lay.
For ten days Stepan was between life and death.
Doctors saved his life.
This is how Vasilko was born.
