Collection of ideal essays on social studies. Collection of ideal essays on social science Essay on the text of Likhanov

(1) The night turned out to be steamy, warm. (2) In the evening, we climbed a tall poplar to film the sunrise from a height, seeing a red apple before anyone else - we settled down in a comfortable fork in the tree thoroughly, even dragged a quilted blanket for softness. (3) All night we chatted, remembering, as usual with boys, scary stories, and, probably, did not let the crows on the upper branches sleep peacefully: they jumped up in fright, as if snoring from terrible dreams inspired by our stories. (4) The conversation revolved around the skeleton. (5) We kept inventing who he was before: a penniless tramp, a scientist who gave himself to science? (6) Vitka stubbornly insisted that this was a sailor, only sailors, you see, are not afraid of either a storm, or a devil, or a poker. - (7) Serbian sailor, - I taunted, - fearless and proud! (8) And Vitka clapped, laughing, on the top of my head. (9) The sun crawled out the way we expected it. (10) A solemnly scarlet circle shone into our eyes, and I clicked the Photokor cable. (11) And in the afternoon we were disappointed. (12) On the card, instead of scarlet splendor, there was a faded, underdeveloped circle through the black cracks of poplar branches. (13) That's all. (14) The color has disappeared in the black and white photo, leaving only outlines. (15) The idea failed. (16) The world that we saw was brighter and more beautiful than what the then photography could stop. (17) Life, it turns out, is brighter than art! (18) However, this did not seem important to me. (19) Vovka and Vitka ceased to be enemies - that's what I liked ... (20) A person rejoices when he grows up. (21) Happy that he is parting with his childhood. (22) How! (23) He is independent, big, courageous! (24) And at first this independence seems very serious, but then ... (25) Then it becomes sad. (26) And the older the adult, the sadder he is: after all, he sails farther and farther from the shore of his only childhood. (27) Here they demolished the house in which you grew up, and a void appeared in your heart. (28) They closed the school where he studied - now there is some kind of office. (29) The visual aid store disappeared somewhere. (30) And then you found out: the teacher Anna Nikolaevna died. (31) There are more and more voids in the heart - no matter how it becomes completely empty, scary, like that edge of the world near the white stairs on a quiet night: black in front of you, only cold stars! (32) Without childhood, it's cold at heart. (33) When a person grows up, his eyes grow dim. (34) He sees no less, even more than in childhood, but the colors fade, and the brightness is not the same as before. (35) It seems to me that everything was better in my childhood. (36) Swifts rushed overhead, a sea of dandelions bloomed, and fish pecked in the river. (37) It seems to me that everything was better, but I know that I am mistaken. (38) Who is given the magical right to compare childhoods? (39) What lucky man could start his life twice to compare two beginnings? (40) There are none. (41) My childhood seems to me wonderful, and everyone has such a right, no matter what time he lives. (42) But it is a pity to drive away delusion. (43) I like it and it seems important. (44) I understand: in childhood there is similarity, but there is no repeatability. (45) Every childhood has its own eyes. (According to A. Likhanov *) * Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) - children's and youth writer, president of the International Association of Children's Funds, director of the Research Institute of Childhood.

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Childhood. Such a carefree time! Each person has his own memories of him, but what is their true value? The text raises the problem of childhood memories. The author recalls these fragments of childhood with warmth in his heart, gives reasoning to confirm that during this period of life the world around him seems brighter and more beautiful. A. Likhanov believes that when a person becomes an adult, everything around him seems gray, nondescript, dull and "pale" in comparison with past childhood. Memories of this carefree time warm the soul, because during this period of life a person sees the world in a completely different way: everything seems beautiful. In my opinion, the writer is right. Indeed, growing up, a person moves away from childhood But the older he gets, the sadder it is for him to part with him, and therefore the memories of his past childhood are so valuable and important for any of us. Consider, for example, novel by I.S. Goncharov"Oblomov"

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1. The problem of the adverse impact of man on nature. (What is the adverse effect of man on nature?)	1. A person in the process of his activity often does not take into account how its results can be destructive to nature.
2. The problem of contradiction between human activity and the desire to preserve the environment. Wednesday. (How can you combine love for nature and the need for activities that negatively affect the world around you?)	2. Unfortunately, sometimes the activity necessary for a person makes him cause irreparable harm to nature.
3. The problem of human love for nature. (What is the manifestation of human love for nature?)	3. A person who has loved nature since childhood (and feels it subtly), is very hard going when nature is harmed.
4. The problem of the role of nature in human life. (What role does nature play in human life? How should one treat nature, the earth?)	4. Nature is the "cradle" of humanity: it nurtures a person, feeds, decorates his life, develops a sense of beauty, and protects. She needs to be protected.

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1. The problem of the adverse impact of man on nature. (What is the adverse effect of man on nature?)	1. A person in the process of his activity often does not take into account how its results can be destructive to nature.
2. The problem of contradiction between human activity and the desire to preserve the environment. Wednesday. (How can you combine love for nature and the need for activities that negatively affect the world around you?)	2. Unfortunately, sometimes the activity necessary for a person makes him cause irreparable harm to nature.
3. The problem of human love for nature. (What is the manifestation of human love for nature?)	3. A person who has loved nature since childhood (and feels it subtly), is very hard going when nature is harmed.
4. The problem of the role of nature in human life. (What role does nature play in human life? How should one treat nature, the earth?)	4. Nature is the "cradle" of humanity: it nurtures a person, feeds, decorates his life, develops a sense of beauty, and protects. She needs to be protected.

(1) There were large military exercises, and we, the sailors, also participated in them.

(2) Even before dawn, the evening before last, we loaded onto the ships the paratroopers who had arrived the day before and went out to sea to deliver them to the place appointed by the command. (3) When they left the base, the weather was tolerable, and then deteriorated. (4) The wind came up, drove a huge cloud, heavy rain poured down.

(5) When we had already landed on the shore, the radio operator, with whom we got off the ship together, turned to me:

− (6) Listen, Michael! (7) Stay here with the grenade launchers, and I'll give up looking for the battalion commander. (8) Hey, Juraev, shelter a sailor! ..

(9) Only now I saw a sergeant lying nearby with a grenade launcher in his hands. (10) He turned to me.

− (11) Take my grenade, you will help beat the tank. (12) Take your shovel - make a trench for you. (13) I will help.

(14) The sergeant gave me two grenades and, rolling over on his side, deftly earned a small shovel. (15) I, too, for the sake of appearance, picked the ground, looking longingly towards the coast. (16) The horizon brightened there. (17) A barely noticeable weak white strip separated the sky from the sea. (18) And the sea and the sky were still dark gray, almost black. (19) A few minutes passed, and the sky first became cherry red, then scarlet, then gold. (20) The contours of the clouds were clearly outlined. (21) But the sea still remained dark gray. (22) Then a red thread appeared, it grew, turned into a fiery crust, and suddenly rays burst out from under the clouds with an immense flame. (23) Everything around immediately came to life, the sky turned blue, the sea turned green.

(24) Strange somehow everything is arranged in nature: it recently rained, the sky was stained with clouds, and suddenly everything disappeared somewhere. (25) Nature loves expediency and balances everything according to its own laws. (26) And the man? ..

- (27) Hot time is coming ... - Sergeant Juraev said with a smile. − (28) Can you throw a grenade? He winked at me reassuringly. − (29) Let them come close!

(30) While aiming, he pressed his swarthy cheek against the grenade launcher, lay down more comfortably. (31) I also thought: this is how, probably, all the marines, hiding in the folds of the earth's surface, regularly and in a businesslike way prepared for hard, but necessary work. (32) And the engines were already roaring all around, the caterpillars rumbled heavily. (33) It seemed that the whole world was filled with an iron howl and rattle.

(34) Raising my head, I saw a tank very close - rushing right at us. (35) His shadow, long and ugly, swaying, lay on the neighboring bushes.

(36) When he looked back, the steel colossus had already slipped through the line of trenches, and Sadyk Juraev, standing, threw his training grenades after her. (37) Looking at him, I remembered those that I had ...

(38) The "enemy" tried more than once to overturn us into the sea, to shut us up in the belt, but the marines, performing important training tasks, steadfastly held on and even slowly wedged into the defenses of the "enemy". (39) At noon, the paratroopers stormed an important height and entrenched themselves on it.

(40) And my heart was bad. (41) It’s bad because in just a few hours we mangled a large piece of land with fire and iron. (42) Flowers and grass turned into ashes. (43) The earth was slashed with caterpillar tracks ...

(44) I have loved the earth since childhood. (45) Maybe because I grew up in the village and the land always seemed to me so kind and generous that it is impossible not to cherish and protect it. (46) Our village, where I lived with my parents, was buried in gardens and greenery. (47) And nearby, behind our small house, which stood on the very outskirts, a great field of bread began. (48) As a mother’s lullaby is sweet for a baby, the ringing of ripe ears of corn is sweet and dear to me, the sound of a grasshopper in mowed rye, the smell of spring steam over a plowed field is sweet.

(49) And here, before my eyes, the earth was balding, burning out, cracking. (50) It was difficult for me to combine together a feeling of pity for eternal nature and an understanding of the extreme necessity that obliges us, people, to learn military science ...

(By B. Volokhov*) * B. Volokhov- the author of the story "And the sea is noisy ...", which was included in the literary and artistic marine collection "Ocean".

(1) Jealousy is a natural feeling. (2) All people experience it in one way or another. (3) And I’m not even sure that it would be good if jealousy completely disappeared: I’m afraid that this would impoverish love. (4) The trouble is not that one is not jealous, but the other is jealous. (5) The trouble is that the selfishness inherent in love becomes immeasurable if we do not control it, do not restrain ourselves and do not try to "rule ourselves", as Pushkin said.

(6) Indeed, in essence, jealousy is disbelief in oneself. (7) This is a constantly gnawing suspicion that you are not worthy of the love of your chosen one or your chosen one, that there is or may be someone more worthy. (8) All bitter reproaches about how it was possible to prefer another to ME have in their subtext a doubt in their right to love.

(9) And, on the other hand, this is distrust of the one you love. (10) So, you admit the possibility that another may become closer and dearer to your beloved, that you are not the only one in the world for her. (11) In fact, we know (from the fairy tale by Antoine de Saint-Exupery "The Little Prince") that among five thousand roses there is always ONE, and it depends only on ourselves whether we find the strength and patience in ourselves to rejoice in her. (12) And jealousy poisons our joy, we suffer ourselves and even torment the one we love.

(13) I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
How, God forbid, you be loved to be different, -
in these Pushkin lines there is no worst of human vices - complacency, but there is dignity, there is confidence in the strength and value of one's love, there is care for one's beloved.

(14) When love is born, it is, like a newborn baby, helpless. (15) But now she is getting stronger, getting to her feet, walking. (16) She grows - the first scratches, scars, sometimes wounds appear on her gentle, clean body. (17) 3 everyone learns to heal them himself. (18) But there is probably one thing that is common to all people: as we regret a hitting child, so we must feel sorry for our love and our beloved.

(19) The collapse of love begins from the moment when one of the two begins to feel sorry for himself, justify himself, think about himself. (20) In love there is no one suffering heart: all feelings are divided by two, and thinking about the second person is an indispensable law. (21) Love gives strength to self-denial, rejection of selfishness, overcoming jealousy. (22) After all, in true love, everyone crosses over himself for the sake of the other. (23) And this does not mean destroying your "I", it means finding yourself in the most significant of the feelings that are bestowed on a person.

(According to N. Dolinina)

(1) Leonid Timofeevich Potemkin mysteriously called himself a "collector of rarities." (2) His two-room apartment was lined with glass cabinets where books were stored. (Z) What was not in this treasury! (4) A scientist could find here a scarce tome from the “Philosophical Legacy” series, a subtle connoisseur of poetry would take his breath away at the sight of volumes of Verlaine and Nadson, a lover of adventure literature would be delighted with the collected works of Mine Reed or Fenimore Cooper ... (5) And on each book, as in a real library, there was a seal made by Potemkin himself - an ex-libris, which is an expressively proud profile of the owner, bordered by a heraldic laurel.
(6) did not give to anyone. (7) Refusing, he said with mysterious sadness: “Well, how can I give a book?” - and ruefully shrugged his hands, as if showing that the solution of such issues does not depend on him: there are some higher powers that, like it or not, have to obey. (8) The petitioners, fascinated by this gesture, began to believe that there really was some kind of unknown to others, almost tragic circumstance that did not allow the collector to freely dispose of his books. (9) More often than others, a book lover from a neighboring house resorted - Vovka Alekseev, a curly-haired, lively boy with enthusiastically burning eyes. (10) He always began his request in the same way:
- (11) Leonid Timofeevich, because you probably have St. John's wort! (12) Give me, otherwise I ran around all the libraries, and they say that the book is in my hands ...
- (13) No, Volodya, how can I give you this book? (14) Think for yourself!
(15) And the boy, measuring the distance to the bookcase with his eyes, hurriedly nodded his head, as if to say: I’m not small and I already know that happiness doesn’t come so easily into your hands, you have to trample down a hundred pairs of iron boots, eat a pound of salt before get yours. (16) He left, but ran the very next day with timid hope in his burning eyes: they say, you have already refused me two hundred times, maybe even give me today ... (17) But Leonid Timofeevich spoke the same with the same mysterious sadness words, depicting the same gesture with his hands.
(18) But the days of book shortages are over. (19) Rarities overnight turned into ordinary books, with which all stores were filled. (20) Now Potemkin, with bewilderment and confusion, asked himself why he spent so much money on buying completely unnecessary things. (21) It seemed to him that he, a gullible and inexperienced person, became a victim of some cunning swindlers who decided to rob him to the skin.
(22) In the evenings, he took a calculator and scrupulously calculated how much money he spent on acquiring his library. (23) Making such calculations is a very difficult task. (24) For example, on Nosov's book "Dunno on the Moon" there is a price - 94 kopecks, but it cost so much back in the early seventies, but how to derive its current price? (25) However, even with the roughest rounding, the amount turned out to be so astronomical that Leonid Timofeevich clutched his head and almost cried from resentment ...
(26) He never read the collected books, he found pleasure in the fact that he was aware of himself as the owner, king, lord of these treasures. (27) And suddenly these treasures in some fabulous way turned into clay shards. (28) passionately scolds the lack of spirituality of modern youth, her lack of interest in reading, and when she wipes the dust from the shelves, she suddenly breaks down and shouts to hushed books: “I’ll get together and throw you in the trash ...”

(Po - born in 1936) - writer and publicist.

Main problems:
1. The problem of the purpose of the book (What role do books play in a person's life?)
2. The problem of the influence of time on the nature of values (What should a person be guided by when determining life values so that time does not destroy them?)
3. The problem of understanding true human values (What values are true, real?)

The position of the author on the selected issues:
1. Books are needed for people to read them, while enriching their inner world.
2. In life, a person should be guided by personal convictions, true, real spiritual values, and not by the influence of changeable fashion.
3. True, real values are not material, but spiritual values, which include books; they cannot be regarded as a source of enrichment.

(1) When you think about the fate of great people, you involuntarily begin to experience some kind of mixed feeling. (2) On the one hand, you are amazed at the grandiose discoveries, brilliant insights, unbending will, unwavering loyalty to your calling. (Z) You begin to think about the miraculous intervention of some supernatural forces that endowed the chosen one with a deep mind, extraordinary diligence, unquenchable passion and extraordinary insight.

(4) But, on the other hand, you feel heart-wrenching pain because many great people constantly endured adversity, languished in solitude, deprived of sympathy and support, cruelly reproached by those whom they sincerely served. (5) Remember the titan Prometheus, who stole fire from the Olympic celestials? (6) How did the people thank their savior? (7) They immediately forgot him, and the eyes of the hero chained to the rock watered from the acrid smoke of the fires on which the stew was cooked. (8) The legend of Prometheus reflects the drama of reality.

5. The problem of the relationship between life and its reflection in art. (Is it possible to capture in works of art the fullness of life, all the beauty of nature?)

5. Life is brighter than art, and wildlife is more beautiful than all its displays.

Read the text and complete tasks 20-25.

(1) On the Western Front, I had to live for some time in the dugout of quartermaster technician Tarasnikov. (2) He worked in the operational part of the headquarters of the guards brigade. (3) Immediately, in the dugout, his office was located.

(4) For whole days he inscribed and sealed packets, sealed them with sealing wax warmed over a lamp, sent out some reports, accepted papers, redrawn maps, tapped with one finger on a rusty typewriter, carefully knocking out each letter.

(5) One evening, when I returned to our hut, thoroughly soaked in the rain, and squatted down in front of the stove to melt it, Tarasnikov got up from the table and came up to me.

- (6) I, you see, - he said somewhat guilty, - decided not to heat the stoves temporarily. (7) And then, you know, the stove gives waste, and this, apparently, is reflected in its growth. (8) She completely stopped growing.

- (9) Who stopped growing?

- (10) Have you still not paid attention? - Staring at me with indignation, shouted Tarasnikov. - (11) What is this? (12) Don't you see?

(12) And he looked with sudden tenderness at the low log ceiling of our dugout.

(14) I got up, raised the lamp and saw that a thick round elm in the ceiling had sprouted a green sprout. (15) Pale and tender, with unsteady leaves, he stretched out to the ceiling. (16) In two places it was supported by white ribbons pinned to the ceiling with buttons.

- (17) Do you understand? Tarasnikov spoke up. - (18) I grew all the time. (19) Such a glorious twig waved. (20) And here we often began to drown, but she, apparently, does not like it. (21) Here I made notches on a log, and I have dates.

(21) See how fast it grew at first. (23) Another day I pulled out two centimeters. (24) I give you an honest noble word! (25) And how we began to smoke here, for three days now I have not observed growth. (26) So she won't get sick for long. (27) Let's refrain. (28) And, you know, I’m interested in: will he get to the exit? (29) After all, it stretches closer to the air, where the sun is, it smells from under the ground.

(30) And we went to bed in a damp dugout. (31) The next day, I myself already spoke to him about his branch.

- (32) Imagine, almost one and a half centimeters stretched out. (33) I told you, you don’t need to drown. (34) This natural phenomenon is simply amazing! ...

(35) At night, the Germans brought down massive artillery fire on our location. (36) I woke up from the roar of close explosions, spitting out the earth, which, from the shaking, fell abundantly on us through the log ceiling. (37) Tarasnikov also woke up and turned on the light bulb. (38) Everything hooted, trembled and shook around us. (Z8) Tarasnikov put the light bulb in the middle of the table, leaned back on the bed, with his hands behind his head:

- (40) I think that there is no great danger. (41) Won't hurt her? (42) Of course, a concussion, but there are three rebounds above us. (43) Is it just a direct hit. (44) And, you see, I tied her up. (45) As if I had a presentiment ...

(46) I looked at him with interest.

(47) He lay with his head thrown back on his hands placed behind the back of his head, and with tender care he looked at a weak green sprout that curled under the ceiling.

(48) He simply forgot, apparently, that a shell could fall on us, explode in a dugout, bury us alive underground. (49) No, he only thought about a pale green twig stretching under the ceiling of our hut. (50) Only he was worried about her.

(51) And often now, when I meet demanding, very busy, dry and callous at first glance, seemingly unfriendly people at the front and in the rear, I remember the quartermaster technician Tarasnikov and his green twig. (52) Let the fire rumble over your head, let the dank dampness of the earth penetrate into the very bones, all the same - if only it survived, if only it reached the sun, the timid, shy green sprout reached the desired exit.

(53) And it seems to me that each of us has our own treasured green branch. (54) For her sake, we are ready to endure all the hardships and hardships of the wartime, because we firmly know: there, behind the exit, hung today with a damp raincoat - a tent, the sun will certainly meet, warm and give new strength to our branch, which we have grown and saved. ( According to L. Kassil*)

The problem of overcoming difficulties.

(1) Only weak people, constantly in need of compensation for their insufficiency, usually weave intrigues, intrigues, and stealthily strike.

(2) Great power is always generous.

(3) I knew a super-strong man who, in his entire long heroic life, did not touch anyone with his finger, not wishing harm to anyone. (4) Mental strength and nobility go hand in hand, and this explains why in our time nobility has become again in demand, appreciated and so widely practiced that sometimes it turns into almost a mass profession.

(5) In the Salvation Army, smart risk-taking and true nobility are inseparable.

(6) The craft of salvation naturally filters people according to their spiritual qualities. (7) As a result, only strong people who are able to protect the weak who are in trouble are detained for a long time in the rescuers. (8) So, for those who want to get a job in the Centrospas detachment, it is not enough to have an impeccable military or sports past behind them and possess the necessary set of specialties. (9) The "good" of the medical board is not yet a guarantee of success. (10) Nearly a thousand correctly selected psychological test answers also do not guarantee a candidate a place on the staff of an elite unit. (11) The newcomer needs to prove to future colleagues during the internship process that he can be relied upon in any situation, that he shows the kindness and tolerance necessary in their daily missions.

(12) To cope with his duties, a person must have a noble soul, full of the best qualities. (13) But why, even with virtuous qualities, does a person commit immoral acts? (14) Confucius answered a similar question: “All people are close to each other by nature, but they diverge from each other in the course of education. (15) A person may lose noble qualities under the influence of bad communication. (16) Therefore, in order for all members of society to fulfill their civic duties and human norms, it is necessary to educate a person in the spirit of virtue.

(17) The education of culture, getting rid of bad manners and inclinations is aimed against arrogance, arrogance, self-will, anger, envy, feelings of inferiority, indiscipline, excessive suspicion, treachery, hypocrisy, duplicity, deceit, meanness and self-interest. (18) Only by getting rid of bad manners and inclinations, having cleansed one's own soul, having expelled everything bad from it, one can count on rapid progress and achievement of perfection in skill. (19) None of the people who are narrow-minded, greedy, cruel, cunning and secretive, due to spiritual inferiority, have ever managed to achieve any significant success, and if they succeeded, then their triumph did not last long. (20) In the end, everything ended badly both for themselves and for those around them.

(21) Will a noble person die surrounded by competition and anger? (22) No! (23) It is he who will win. (24) Since nobility is based on fortitude. (25) To win in life, to win beautifully and firmly, reliably, you must have a high soul. (26) Good character. (27) The most reliable thing in our world is the nobility of the spirit. (28) Not by birth, not by blood, but by mind and honor.

(According to B. Bim-Bad*)

* Boris Mikhailovich Bim-Bad (born in 1941) is a Russian teacher, full member (academician) of the Russian Academy of Education. Doctor of Pedagogical Sciences, Professor.

1. The problem of human strength and weakness. (What are the strengths and weaknesses of a person?)	1. The weakness of a person is manifested in aggression, the desire for destruction, and strength - in generosity and nobility.
2. The problem of selecting people in the Salvation Army. (What qualities should Salvation Army workers have?)	2. In addition to good physical fitness and good health, rescuers need such qualities as kindness and tolerance.
3. The problem of education of culture. (Why is it necessary to cultivate a culture in a person?)	3. The upbringing of culture keeps people from immoral acts, it saves a person from those qualities that prevent the achievement of perfection in craftsmanship, lasting long-term success.
4. The problem of confrontation between human nobility and cruelty. (Can nobility resist evil?)	4. Nobility is based on the strength of the spirit, therefore, it is for human nobility that victory always remains.

That's it.

The entire history of my treasure shop. Perhaps all.

I turned my back on my friends and silently walked away.

Where are you going? they shouted in a frightened duet.

Take off! I stopped. I was bursting with happiness. Take pictures!

We are with you, - the guys shouted again at once.

Vovka sat on the saddle of the bicycle, and Vitka, spreading his legs, settled down on the trunk.

They rolled slowly beside me, and I said, smiling:

This is how I'll take you!

Let's shoot the most beautiful thing in the world! - Vovka said in an elevated tone.

Where is the sea from? Boretsky said.

Sunrise! Vovka answered. - Have you seen the very beginning? The sun is red like a ripe apple.

And huge, quite enough, - I nodded.

Just don't oversleep," Vitka said in a businesslike manner.

One night you can donate! shouted Vovka.

For art! I confirmed.

The night was steamy and warm.

In the evening we climbed a tall poplar to film the sunrise from above, seeing a red apple before anyone else - we settled down in a comfortable fork in the tree thoroughly, even dragged a quilted blanket for softness.

We chatted all night, remembering scary stories, as boys do, and probably did not let the crows on the upper branches sleep peacefully: they jumped up in fright, as if snoring from terrible dreams inspired by our stories.

The conversation revolved around the skeleton. We all made up who he was before - a penniless vagabond, a scientist who gave himself to science? Vitka stubbornly insisted that he was a sailor, only sailors, you see, are not afraid of the devil or the poker.

Serbian sailor, - I taunted, - fearless and proud!

And Vitka clapped, laughing, on the top of my head.

The sun crawled out the way we expected it.

A solemnly scarlet circle shone into our eyes, and I snapped the Photokor cable. And on the day we were disappointed. On the card, instead of scarlet splendor, there was a faded, underdeveloped circle through the black cracks of poplar branches. Only and everything.

The color faded in the black and white photo, leaving only outlines. The venture failed.

The world that we saw was brighter and more beautiful than what the then photography could stop. Life, it turns out, is brighter than art!

However, it didn't seem important to me. Vovka and Vitka ceased to be enemies - that's what I liked ...

Man rejoices when he grows up. I am happy that I part with my childhood. How! He is independent, big, courageous! And at first this independence seems very serious, But then ... Then it becomes sad.

And the older an adult is, the sadder he is: after all, he sails farther and farther from the shore of his only childhood.

They demolished the house in which you grew up, and a void appeared in your heart. They closed the school where he studied - there is now some kind of office. Somewhere the shop of beloved aids has disappeared. And then you found out: the teacher Anna Nikolaevna died.

There are more and more emptiness in the heart - no matter how it becomes completely empty, terrible, like that edge of the world near the white stairs on a quiet night: black before you, only cold stars!

Without childhood, it's cold at heart.

When a person grows up, his eyes grow dim. He sees no less, even more, than in childhood, but the colors fade, and the brightness is not the same as before.

I think everything was better in my childhood. Swifts were flying overhead, a sea of dandelions was blooming, and fish were pecking in the river. I think everything was better, but I know I'm wrong. Who has the magical right to compare childhoods? What lucky man was able to start his life twice in order to compare two beginnings?

There are no such. I see my childhood as beautiful, and everyone has such a right, no matter what time he lives. But it is a pity to drive away the delusion. I like it and it seems important.

I understand: in childhood there is similarity, but there is no repeatability. Every childhood has its own eyes.

And there is no store.

Much is already known in this world. There are few things left to surprise.

Here's the thing: as you get older, there's less and less of those things.

How to make sure that, in spite of everything, the world remains childishly beloved?

How to do?

Is there really no answer?

(1) A person rejoices when he grows up. (2) Happy that he is parting with his childhood. (Z) How! (4) He is independent, big, courageous! (5) And at first this independence seems very serious. (6) But then ... (7) Then it becomes sad.

(8) And the older an adult is, the sadder he is: after all, he sails farther and farther from the shore of his only childhood.

(9) So they demolished the house in which you grew up, and a void appeared in your heart. (10) They closed the kindergarten that you went to - there is now some kind of office. (11) And then you found out: Anna Nikolaevna, your first teacher, died.

(12) There are more and more emptiness in the heart - no matter how it becomes completely empty, terrible, like that end of the world near the stairs on a quiet night: black in front of you, only cold stars!

(13) When a person grows up, his eyes grow dim. (14) He sees no less, even more than in childhood, but the colors fade, and the brightness is not the same as before.

(15) Without childhood, it's cold at heart.

(16) It seems to me that everything was better in my childhood. (17) Swifts flew overhead - swift birds, whose flight is like a trace of lightning, and we learned the weather from them. (18) If they fly below, right above your head, cutting through the air with a slight rustle, it means to rain, and if they curl in a bottomless height in small dots, then by a clear day, you can not be afraid - the most reliable sign.

(19) The sea of dandelions bloomed. (20) Upset about something, upset - go outside when the dandelions are in bloom, walk two blocks along the sunny path, and you will still remember that it upset you so much, what a nuisance: dandelions with their bright color will magically erase everything in your head . (21) And when will they bloom? (22) When will the wind blow stronger? (23) A holiday in the soul, by God! (24) Clouds rush across the sky, white, flying. (25) And billions of parachutes take off from the ground to the clouds - a real blizzard. (26) On such a day, you walk jubilant, as if it were you who flew over the earth and looked at it from above.

(27) In my childhood, there were fish in the river, healthy perches pecked at the bait, not like now - all small things!

(28) It seems to me that everything was better, but I know that I am mistaken. (29) Who is given the magical right to compare childhoods? (30) What lucky man could start his life twice to compare two beginnings? (31) There are none. (32) My childhood seems to me wonderful, and everyone has such a right, no matter what time he lives. (ZZ) But it's a pity to drive away delusion. (34) I like it and it seems important.

(35) I understand: in childhood there is similarity, but there is no repeatability. (36) Every childhood has its own eyes. (37) But how to make sure that, in spite of everything, the world remains childishly beloved?

(38) How to do? (39) Is there really no answer?

(According to A. Likhanov)

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Main problems
1. The problem of the role of childhood in human life. (What is the role of childhood memories in the life of every person? Why does a person think that everything was better in childhood?)	1. Childhood impressions are very important for a person: they preserve a joyful perception of the world, the image of a native home, native places. Childhood memories are the most vivid and unforgettable in everyone's life.

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