An interesting meeting from life to draw a conclusion. Write an essay on the topic “An Interesting Meeting.” Oza-head him. What kind of text did you get - description, narration. Club "Novgorod Walruses"

Meet an athlete, an entrepreneur, a person actively involved in charity work, who has found the use of his strengths and, I would say, extraordinary abilities in our rather complex and difficult times. Yes, yes, extraordinary and nothing else, but more on that below.

WITH Sergei Vyacheslavovich Orlov We didn’t see each other for quite a long time, although we called each other regularly, but not more than once a quarter, or even every six months. Having agreed on an interview with him, I wait for him in the room local history museum. Exactly at the appointed time, he quickly enters the room. He’s all so slender and fit, his sculpted muscles are clearly visible from under the thin fabric of a modern and fashionable shirt. A confident look, a strong handshake, and a slight smile on the face is a sign Have a good mood and well-being. You can't give him more than forty, but White hair beautiful hair says that life was not always sweet, white and fluffy for him, that he knew hard and hard times, and that, despite his elegant appearance, he is already over fifty.

— Sergey! We have known each other for more than thirty years, so let’s be on a first-name basis without any other curtsies.

— I agree, although I am much younger and am not used to talking familiarly with elders.

—You were born and lived until the age of 15 in the Uvarovsky section of the Ozersky district. Many today do not know where this settlement was located, and some are only hearing the name for the first time. Tell us about your childhood experiences.

— In the encyclopedia of villages and hamlets of the Ozersky district A.P. Doronina points out that the Bolshe-Uvarovsky site arose during the Stolypin reforms, at the beginning of the twentieth century, when peasants left the community and bought land for individual occupation agriculture. Perhaps this was so, but after 1917 they began to talk about joint management. Our settlement, the Uvarovsky site, was located in the north of the Ozersky district, 3-4 km from the village of Bolshoye Uvarovo and 4-5 km from the village of Kudryavtsevo, now the Kolomensky district. The Uvarovsky site was essentially a good village, which had a store, a club, a nursery, an elementary school, a bathhouse, an office, two dairy farms, and a stable. Five hundred meters from the main buildings there was a farmstead with about a dozen individual houses. The family of Vladimir Istratenko, nicknamed “the general,” lived there. Next to it stood the houses of the Surin and Soin families. In total, about two hundred people lived on the site, including children. The female population worked in animal husbandry and field cultivation, men worked in the barnyard, as machine operators, or went to work according to assignments, which were carried out daily in an office that had a landline telephone - a small piece of civilization.

Winter 1965 Men of the Uvarovsky site, in the center in felt boots Vyacheslav Ivanovich Orlov - cattleman-shepherd from/for "Ozyory"

I graduated from primary school, as they would say today, at my place of residence. There were two classrooms in the school premises, in one the children of the first and second grades studied with the teacher Olga Nikolaevna Zaitseva. In another room are the third and fourth grades. Our teacher Klavdiya Vasilyevna Korneva was always with us. The school had stove heating, like all houses in the village, two toilets were monumentally piled up on the street, next to the school building. There were 25-30 of us students in the elementary school.

— After graduation primary school your path, like the path of your peers, lay in the secondary school of the village of Boyarkino. And it’s about 5 kilometers away, of which 3.5 km the road is through the forest. Wasn’t it scary to walk this way when you were 11 years old?

- Well, of course not. In the morning, 15-17 schoolchildren gathered near our houses. High school students in mandatory helped us kids. And so it was from year to year. When the time came, we began to patronize the younger ones. And in the first autumn months, in September-October, we rode bicycles to school, in such a friendly and noisy group. The same thing happened in the spring. And in winter, the state farm provided a cart and in the pre-dawn darkness we loaded into the sleigh. When one cart was missing, the state farm allocated a second one. From this side everything was clear. An adult driver accompanied us to and from school. And then there was much more order in the country in those years.

— Was there a sports core at the Uvarovsky site? Or boiled in own juice, playing lapta and “siskin”, “tag” or jumping over a rope, and while playing cards, they secretly smoked into their fists, so that the adults would not see? And having grown up a little, did you sip “Solntsedar” or “Port Wine 777” outside the village?

— We played lapta and “siskin,” of course. What would it be like to be a child without these games? They ran in “Cossack-robbers” and “salochki”, jumped over a rope with the girls, showing their dexterity and dexterity. We had a full-size football field, with benches for spectators. We cherished and took care of the field. They marked it, sprinkled it, moistened it. Many of us held a scythe from an early age, and mowing a football field, which is almost a hectare of area, was not difficult for us. About a dozen mowers went out in the morning in the cold and dew, and after 2-3 hours the mowing was over, the field took on a festive look. And when teams from neighboring villages came to visit us, it was an event for the entire population. Almost all the residents of the village gathered near the field. They hooted, whistled, and cheered if a local football player made a successful feint or shot beautifully at the opponent's goal. And if one of us played “carelessly,” we could hear a lot of unpleasant things addressed to us. In such cases, the player’s parents also got it. And after the match, a detailed parental “analysis” awaited me at home.

Winter 1976 Orlov S.V.

Early 1960s After a football match at the Uvarovsky site.
The future director of the Boyarka secondary school is sitting on the left in a white shirt.
Belousov Alexey Mikhailovich.
Standing from right to left: Valentin Goncharov, Vyacheslav Orlov, Vladimir Yudin, Sergey Orlov (not the hero of our interview), Vladimir Orlov, Vladimir Khrapov is standing on the far left.

In winter, the ice hockey area was flooded. The sides were made of snow. They were also specially watered. The box was so popular and constantly occupied by hockey players that we, students junior classes, they were allowed onto it only to clear snow and fill the ice again. But we somehow managed to get onto the site. Everyone knew how to skate decently - both boys and girls from our village. There was a table tennis table and billiards in the club lobby, so physical development we were at the appropriate level. Many people smoked in those years, but somehow God had mercy on me. And not all of the older guys drank port wine and vermouth. Although there were those who now have to hide, who even flaunted this hobby. But my friends and I strived for physical perfection. Throw a grenade farther, run the fastest, do pull-ups on the horizontal bar at least 25 times, and do a “snap” on this projectile or a force-exit with both arms.

— School lessons Was physical education a priority for you among all the disciplines you studied? Have you already gradually prepared yourself to enter the Institute of Physical Education?

- I wouldn't say that. I studied exactly in all subjects. Our physical education classes were taught by Nikolai Vladimirovich Basov. At that time he was still an active athlete. He competed in the regional weightlifting championship, and before that he was involved in track and field decathlon. We knew how to jump, throw, and run quite well. One problem was that the school did not have a gym at that time, and physical education lessons took place in the school corridor. A gymnastic pommel horse was installed, and a “goat” for the girls, mats were laid out and off we went. Only it was forbidden to make noise or talk loudly, so as not to interfere with the lessons in the classrooms. I graduated from high school without a C in my certificate, with a good average score. I never thought about my future. But in the tenth grade, at a regional competition, I won the next 1000-meter race and Galina Kustova, she did an internship at our Boyarkinsky school after finishing the third year of the institute, called me over and suggested that I try to test my strength when entering the Kolomna Pedagogical Institute. “You have all the makings and abilities for this,” she added. After these words, I really thought about my future. By that time, a decision had already been made to liquidate the Uvarovsky site. Some of the residents moved to two-story apartment buildings built in the village of Uvarovo, some moved to Boyarkino or others settlements. I passed the college exams the first time and in June 1983 received a university diploma. And in July I tried on a soldier’s uniform. The call arrived. He repaid his debt to the Motherland in the group Soviet troops in Germany. He served, accompanying targets on locators. At the end of his service, he completed short-term but intense courses, passed the tests successfully and was demobilized as a reserve lieutenant.

— How did the citizen greet the reserve officer? Did you find it easy to get a job at school?

— Returned to Ozyory at the end of November 1984. I tried to get a job in the city of Kolomna, but academic year was already in full swing, the staff was staffed and I was advised to wait until September 1st. By chance, I met Evgeny Vasilyevich Mikheenko in Ozyory, told me about my problems, and he dragged me straight from the street to the office of the head of GORONO, Nina Gavrilovna Panova. In short, already on January 1, 1985, I started working at high school village of Redkino as a physical teacher, teacher of labor and military lessons. And the very next year I worked at school No. 4, in a wonderful team created by Yuri Vasilyevich Petrov. I liked everything. And the gym, and the equipment, and the students who loved physical education lessons. But the dashing, crazy, unpredictable nineties came. My wife also worked as a teacher foreign language at school No. 1. Salaries were not indexed and were often delayed. It was a pretty hard time. There was simply nothing to feed the family or buy clothes, and for a teacher this is also important. I felt somehow defective. Man, I can’t provide the basic necessities for my loved ones. Sometimes we ate what our elderly parents sent us from the village.

— How did you decide to leave pedagogy and turn the vector around? life path? Usually such things are not accepted very easily?

“And it just didn’t work out for me.” I didn’t sleep and suffered for several nights. He weighed, pondered, consulted, doubted. I decided to move into a completely unknown production area. The production of ice cream and dairy products originated and successfully developed in the city, where the president of the company was a US citizen. I was accepted into an ordinary position. I looked closely, they looked at me. The products were in demand in the country, we entered into contracts and sent milk and ice cream to many regions of Russia. A few years later, I headed the company’s sales department and worked in this position until the company closed.

— CJSC Smile International had a turnover of millions. Considered one of the firstborns in new Russia for the production of ice cream. What happened, why did the company cease to exist?

- It’s unlikely that I will answer this question. I can assume that the owner took out certain loans from the bank for the development of the enterprise, for the release of new product samples, for modernization. Well, the appetites of our banks are known. In those years, the interest rates on debt repayment were simply astronomical. Officials did not sleep either, imposing serious fines on the enterprise over and over again. Our American owner, apparently, was in no way prepared for such conduct and development of business. And anyone else in his place would have thought about it. Unfortunately, the enterprise with unique equipment, highly qualified employees, and established sales ceased to exist. And I was faced with a new challenge: how to continue to live?

- And where did it start? new round your life? And who are you giving charity to today?

“As a family, we thought and discussed everything for a long time.” possible risks. It was necessary to invest and take risks with jointly acquired property. And family support was very important to me. I started like everyone else with rent. From the rental of trade tents, from the rental of industrial refrigerators and vehicles for transporting dairy products and frozen vegetables. From renting office space, from recruiting personnel. There were mistakes and miscalculations, there were financial losses. But the created team understood and, most importantly, supported me. Today, the Morozhel company, which I head, has its own office and office equipment, its own cars and repair base, sales tents and refrigerators. I am proud that our team consists of about a hundred like-minded people, with whom we try to solve all the working problems that arise. As for charity, I’ll give you an example. Football has gone through my whole life. I didn’t have any great sporting successes, but this is not a reason not to love and not play football. Today, our veteran football team travels around the Moscow region, taking part in friendly tournaments in the south of the country, as well as in the Republic of Belarus, in the hot climate of Spain. Recently, at the end of May 2018, we held a representative veterans’ tournament in our city. We organized excursions around the city of Ozyory, meetings with townspeople, and a beautiful and grand opening of the tournament for guests from fraternal Belarus. All this requires separate funding, which the local sports committee simply does not have. This is one direction. Another direction is to provide all possible assistance to some parishes of our deanery. The help is not that great, but what is important for us is that we also make our contribution to the education of parishioners with the word of God. There are other areas of charity, but I believe that it is not entirely correct and correct to take credit for this. We are not closed to anyone, and whenever possible, we help those in need.

— Thank you for the interview, Sergey Vyacheslavovich. Good luck to you and your team in business, football team veterans of victories on the green field, health to you, your family and all your colleagues!

Yuri Kharitonov June 2018

One of the most interesting meetings happened when I was four years old, but I still remember it.

That December day, my mother and I went for a walk in a small grove that is not far from our house. The sun was shining, sparkling on the ground White snow. We went to the grove to ride down the hill and feed the pigeons with seeds. There is a clearing where a sandbox, benches and bird feeders were made for the kids. We were walking with my mother, when suddenly a man stopped in front and quietly told us that there was a squirrel sitting in front. Mom saw a gray squirrel with a fluffy gray-red tail off to the side of the path. She sat on a stump and looked at us. The man took a peanut out of his pocket and threw it closer to the squirrel. She hid behind a stump, and then looked out and collected nuts. I thought the squirrel would eat them, but she ran a couple of meters away and buried the nuts in the snow. Then I asked my mother to give some seeds for the squirrel. Mom took out the seeds and poured some into my hand and into hers. Then we tried to get closer to the squirrel, but it deftly climbed up the tree. Then my mother and I squatted down and waited. The squirrel saw the treat in our hands and went downstairs. Then she began to slowly approach us. Finally she dared and began to pick up the seeds with her paws and then hide them behind her cheek. It was the first time I saw a squirrel so close. It turned out that her paws were very similar to our hands; she picked up seeds with them so deftly. The squirrel was very beautiful. She had black eyes, tufted ears, and a fluffy fur coat. The squirrel collected all the seeds and ran off to stock up. Then she returned to us and began to squeak something. Mom gave her some more seeds, and the squirrel began to gnaw on them. She did it very cleverly, only the skins flew in all directions. Then the squirrel climbed a tree and began jumping from one tree to another.

This amazing meeting happened in my childhood.

In the conference hall of the Polytechnic Institute, students of the mechanical and energy department met with a representative of the Novgorod public organization Leningrad siege survivors Boris Stepanovich Kapkin.

Kapkin was born on December 10, 1939 in Leningrad. Father died in Finnish war. The family was evacuated from the besieged city in February 1942 to the Arkadak district of the Saratov region. Grandfather and grandmother lived there in the village of Alekseevka. Therefore, Boris Stepanovich knows about the horrors of the blockade only from the stories of his relatives.

The veteran recalls:

Start of the war

“I experienced the blockade at the age of 2 and, of course, nothing was left in my memory about it. As I grew older, I was once looking through the newspapers and saw the word “blockade survivor.” We talked with my mother, and she told us how we lived during the first winter of the siege. She showed me the documents. I took them, thinking they might come in handy someday.

After my father died, I was raised by my mother and her Native sister. Much has been written about the blockade. Therefore, I will tell you only one episode from our life under siege, but it is quite indicative.

Life was so difficult that my aunt persuaded my mother to give up on me. An evacuation barge arrived, and I was wrapped in a blanket like cargo and thrown into the barge. But then the mother’s heart began to ache. She began to worry and could not stand it. There was a patrol. She turned to him and told him what happened and how. The patrol returned, they started throwing rags and trunks and looking for me. So I survived, or rather, I was resurrected.

We left Leningrad in February 1942, and a siege survivor is someone who spent at least six months in the besieged city.

School years

In 1947 I went to first grade. After seven years of school, he entered Saratov School No. 8. It resembled the current Suvorov schools. Orphans and children with particularly difficult conditions were taken there. marital status, in particular, blockade survivors.

A year later the school was closed, and I again returned to my grandparents. He graduated from the 9th grade and at the same time received the qualification of an assistant combine operator. Began summer holidays. We had just started harvesting the harvest when, by telegram from the regional party committee, the combine operator was sent along with the combine harvester to develop virgin lands in the Orenburg region. They took me too, as an exception. It took 11 days to get to the place on an open platform.

We worked there until September. I have to go back to school by the fall. I went to the director of the state farm for the calculation, and he said that there was an order not to let anyone go until the harvest was harvested. I got a couple of bottles of “babbler” and received the payment. Returned home and graduated from 10th grade. At first, however, there was a slight lag, but the guys helped, and I coped with the program.

Studying at a flight school and aviation technical school

After school I thought: what to do next? The special school from which I graduated gave advantages when entering a flight school, and I went there. In 1960 he graduated from the Orsk Flight School. Kholzunova. At this time, a large-scale reduction of the army began, and thanks to Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev, having received the profession I had dreamed of, I was left without a job. They handed us lieutenant's shoulder straps, and go wherever you want.

We young people are lucky. At 20-25 years old, it’s not too late to arrange your life differently. But for those who had 2-3 months left before retirement, it was very difficult.

I returned to Saratov and went to the factory as a turner's apprentice. But then I heard a rumor that Saratovsky aviation technical school recruits demobilized people like me. I was delighted, quickly collected the documents and entered the technical school for a civilian specialty close to the previous military one. After graduation, like many others, I decided to return to my homeland, Leningrad.

Job search

In response to my request, I received an answer that at present Leningrad cannot provide me with a job, since there is no housing, but, if there is a desire, I can go to Novgorod or Velikiye Luki. I accidentally met a guy from a parallel group and asked what Novgorod was like. He replied:

“It’s a good city, but there are two drawbacks.”

“There are a lot of mosquitoes and no football.”

Despite these shortcomings, I went to Novgorod. They sent me to the Volna plant. Hero of the Soviet Union Yegor Mikhailovich Chalov worked there in the personnel department. We started talking. He suggested that I get a job at a factory so that over time, since I am a pilot, he could help me get into aviation.

On his advice, I went to the airfield in Yuryevo. It was summer, the commander was on vacation. The guys suggested that all personnel issues are resolved in Leningrad, so I went there. And there, too, the management is on vacation. I see a woman sitting, ready to listen to me. I told everything, and she offered me a direction for a 2-year study on the An-2 aircraft. But I already have 500 departures and landings! Do I still have to relearn?

In aviation, it’s supposed to be that if you change from one plane to another, you need to retrain for at least 6 months. And my wife, a teacher, and her little daughter are supposed to come to see me in September. Therefore, the conversation was fruitless.

I went to the Economic Council. There I was met by another woman, so respectable and serious. She listened to my sad story and said:

“I’ll give you three days. Look for some housing and you will get a referral.”

3 days have passed. At that time, it was difficult to find housing, since lieutenants, colonels, and generals were laid off. In general, nothing worked out for me. And I decided that I would rather live in the center of Novgorod than somewhere on the outskirts of Leningrad.

Working with convicts

He returned to Volna to Chalov and worked there for 5 years, until 1969. And just at that time, recruitment was underway for the internal affairs bodies, and I, 30 years old, was transferred to work with convicts. I had to study there too. I was already tired of studying, but there was no way out.

They offered to enter the Leningrad branch of the Academy of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I entered there in 1971 and received my diploma in 1976. He continued to work in correctional colony No. 2 until its closure. When everyone started moving to Correctional Colony No. 7, I wrote a report that I was ready to serve at any point where the service lasted for a year or two. In Irkutsk they refused me, the reason is still the same - there is no apartment.

And I volunteered to go to Komi. From there to Moscow you need to travel 26 hours by train, then fly 40 minutes on the An-2 and travel 6 hours by car. I served in such a remote taiga until 1991, when I disbanded Soviet Union. My turn for an apartment just came, I was lucky. I devoted 20 years of my life to working in correctional colonies.

After 1991, I was not associated with the convicts. But I still sometimes have dreams with terrible pictures from life in the North. You wake up in the middle of the night covered in cold sweat. When you wake up, I’m retired! This is the trace the colony left. It was hellish work. I worked seven days a week, slept 2 hours a day.

Return to Novgorod

After demobilization he returned to Novgorod. He got a job at the Spektr plant as a security chief and worked there for 16 years. I decided to retire. Just arrived at the garden, stuck a shovel in the ground, when a call came from a private security company:

“It’s too early for you to go on vacation. We ask you to restore order at the fish factory.”

I worked there for 2 years. At 70, I retired with the rank of major.

Bright episodes from the past

What do I remember most often from my youth?

How I lived with my grandparents. Grandfather was a foreman, a prominent person in the village. I remember seedlings were planted in the collective farm garden. I took an apple tree seedling, brought it home and planted it under my window. Grandfather saw me, woke me up, and got me sleepy out of bed. Then he pressed my head between his legs, whipped me properly with a belt and said:

“Where you took it, return it there.”

I remember studying at a technical school, when we were already adults, lieutenants. We studied during the day, worked in the evening, and on weekends we unloaded coal or something else. In general, we played the coven to survive

The most profitable was unloading slabs; the money was good. Back then, cods were 6 kopecks and popsicles were 11. You eat a couple of popsicles and the hunger seems to go away. One day I went to the curator and said:

"We have problems".

“Please don’t interview us on Mondays, we’re after the Sabbath.”

Otherwise you’ll get a bad grade and lose your scholarship. And then, if no one helps, how to live? They made concessions to us and did not interview us on Mondays.

I remember the flights. When I graduated from college, I already understood well what discipline is. It should come first in everything; it is the basis of all our successes and achievements. Now for me this is an axiom.

I remember my first flight. I make figures aerobatics, and they order me over the radio:

"Abort task."

I looked at the altimeter - 400 meters! When I landed the plane, I was all wet. I pinch myself and feel nothing. He received a severe reprimand and remembered for the rest of his life what discipline is.

We never thought that we, lieutenants, could be laid off in aviation. But that's how it happened. After that, we were not disturbed for 10 years. We were all terribly angry. And 10 years later we were called to Bogodukhov, 65 km from Kharkov, to retrain for a helicopter. Parachute jumping was mandatory for all flight personnel. There were also difficult cases that could lead to tragedy.

Club "Novgorod Walruses"

I have been winter swimming since 1968. I am one of the founders of the Novgorod city winter swimming club “Novgorod Walruses”. There were 4 of us: three men and one woman.

First we swam under open air and did not have any premises. Then we bought a construction trailer on wheels, on the left side of the bridge. When some commission arrived, we were forced to clean it up. We hid it, sometimes we placed it near the Victory Monument. Now we have a wonderful winter swimming club, built in own account. Everyone has their own key. You can come and swim at any time; there are men's and women's sections.

At first I swam every day. Then I heard that athletes are recommended to swim every other day and decided that I was also an athlete. Now I swim every other day in any weather. But winter is more interesting. The greater the temperature difference, the better. At 15 minutes to 6 I am already swimming, and on Sunday I have a bathhouse. Without an ice hole, I’m nowhere. I live on Predtechenskaya, it’s a 10-minute walk. Water is usually 2-3 degrees, not lower. Sometimes you don’t want to go out into the cold, but if you get into an ice hole, you don’t want to go out. You wonder why you didn’t want to go. I don’t break the schedule, there are no omissions.

We have 130 permanent “walruses,” but new additions arrive, usually after Epiphany. They’ll try it at Epiphany, they’ll like it, and they’ll come again. No one from my family shares my hobby; you can’t drag anyone into icy water. Do not want. My daughter just goes to the pool.

Personally, sport has helped me a lot. When we entered the flight school, usually out of 30 people, 5-6 people passed the medical examination. I served during the time of Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov. One hour a day was dedicated to sports. I was deprived of my first vacation because I couldn’t hold my abs well.

Everyone who was behind in physical education trained for a whole month. From that time until now, I do 10 pull-ups, 30 push-ups and hold my abs as long as I want. I run 10 kilometers every day, I'm in great shape. I had a difficult one, but interesting life. If there were no problems, life would be boring."

Ivan Shilov, Anastasia Sementsova, Alla Bulgakova - head of the Patriot association

Photo by Anastasia Sementsova

Composition

One day on Victory Day

On May 9, the city was unusually crowded. After all, they celebrated a national holiday - Victory Day. All the children poured out into the yard while their parents watched the festive parade on Red Square on TV. The children played their usual games. Suddenly they noticed an elderly man in a festive tunic with many medals. They immediately surrounded him and began to ask what he was doing in their yard, resheba.com The gray-haired veteran said that he had come to visit his comrade in arms, since he could not come to the meeting with his fellow soldiers. The old man called his friend’s name, and the guys began to shout vyingly that he lived in the first entrance, that they knew him well. Boys and girls began to ask the participant in the hostilities about the events of those distant days. The veteran recalled with pleasure his comrades in arms and spoke about the circumstances under which he met the general living in their yard.

They were then young officers who had just completed emergency training courses. It so happened that literally in the first days at the front they took part in brutal battle with the enemy. The narrator was wounded, and his fellow soldier, with whom they had since become best friends, carried him from the battlefield on himself. Of course, life has scattered them, but... every year they always meet on Red Square, under the Chimes, and remember the past.

After that short story, the old military man was no longer a stranger to the guys. They took him to their neighbor, the general, who was very happy to see the long-awaited guest.

Summer came and my friends and I often went for a walk. One day we went to play on the playground at Petya’s house. Twenty meters from this place there are thickets of bushes and the guys decided to build a headquarters there. But when we approached these bushes, we heard a growl. It was a cat. And she growled because she was hiding very small kittens in the bushes. There were several of them, but they were all one gray, like mom.

We decided that there was no point in disturbing this family. Petya ran home and brought sausages. The new mother happily ate the treat. Since then, we constantly came to visit this family, bringing food and water. Petya brought an old towel and laid it out for the kittens.

A week passed and I went to the village to visit my grandmother. Came back a month later. The kittens grew up a lot, ran around the playground and became local favorites. Two of them got their own house; they were taken by people from neighboring houses.

By the end of summer, the kittens turned into big cats, they could find their own food. I am very happy to meet these participants in that unexpected meeting.

And only now, having seen my mother’s joy and the joy of her friend, having sat with them over school photographs, I felt the full strength of their friendship and truly believed in the loyalty of my school friends. These are my classmates,” he said. We looked at the elderly man with all our eyes.

In an essay on the topic “An interesting meeting,” you can write, for example, about a meeting with an acquaintance whom you have not seen for a long time and who has changed a lot in better side. For example, a school friend moved to another school, and a couple of years later you meet him as an adult. A friend tells you about his hobbies, that he became interested in, for example, playing the guitar, and also began to devote a lot of time to sports. A friend tells you about his hobbies, that he became interested in, for example, playing the guitar, and also began to devote a lot of time to sports.

When I was walking home from a friend through the neighboring yards, I noticed an elderly man on a bench with a map in his hands. He looked upset and lost. I approached and offered to help.

Another interesting meeting can happen on the street with an ordinary cat. Like a cat stopped at his feet, looked with pitiful eyes and in his eyes you read about his independence and impudence. And they looked at the cat with different eyes.

We got to talking, and I learned something about my new acquaintance that immediately set him apart from all my friends, whose friendship I also, of course, value. This “I believe” struck me on the spot. It was so interesting to talk with a deeply religious person!

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We were asked to write an essay in Russian: An interesting meeting. It feels like the teacher really knew that I could write this essay, because an interesting meeting really happened to me. I met an amazing person.

When writing an essay on the topic “An Interesting Meeting,” you must first determine what kind of meeting you will describe. You can meet not only a person, but also a cute animal.

Absolutely unexpected encounters happen in life. Just such an incredibly interesting meeting recently happened to me. I met an amazing person.

And then one day, returning from our walk, we saw a cat on a bench. She sat quietly and looked at all the people passing by. She was probably bored and lonely. At my request, my mother and I came closer to the cat. She turned her head in our direction and meowed loudly. A dog jumped out after him and wanted to grab him. The hare did not know where to go and out of fear jumped straight into my hands. I quickly hid it under my T-shirt so the dog couldn't see it. The poor animal didn't even resist. I felt how hard he was breathing, his heart was beating quickly. The dog lost its prey and ran past us. She probably thought that the hare had galloped on.