Tale on the topic of an interesting meeting. Composition on the topic “Interesting meeting. Studying at the flight school and aviation technical school

In the conference hall of the Polytechnic Institute, students of the Mechanics and Energy Department met with Boris Stepanovich Kapkin, a representative of the Novgorod Public Organization of the Siege of Leningrad.

Kapkin was born on December 10, 1939 in Leningrad. Father died in the Finnish war. From the besieged city, the family was evacuated 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 relatives.

Veteran recalls:

The beginning of the war

“I survived the blockade at the age of 2 and, of course, nothing was deposited in my memory of it. Having become older, I somehow looked through the newspapers and saw the word "blockade". We talked with my mother, and she told how we lived in the first blockade winter. Showed documents. I took them, thinking that someday they might come in handy.

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

Life was so hard that my aunt persuaded my mother to give me up. An evacuation barge came, and I was wrapped in a blanket like a cargo and thrown into this barge. But then my mother's heart sank. She began to worry and could not stand it. There was a patrol. She turned to him, told him what happened and how. The patrol returned, they began to scatter rags and trunks, to look for me. So I survived, or rather, resurrected.

We left Leningrad in February 1942, and one who has been in the besieged city for at least six months is considered a blockade.

School years

In 1947 I went to the first class. After seven years, he entered the Saratov school number 8. It resembled the current Suvorov schools. Orphans and children with especially difficult marital status, in particular, blockade survivors, were taken there.

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

We worked there until September. By autumn I have to go back to school. I went to the director of the state farm for the calculation, and he says that there is an order not to let anyone go until the harvest is harvested. I got a couple of bottles of "talk" and got the calculation. He returned home, graduated from the 10th grade. At first there was, however, a slight lag, but the guys helped, and I coped with the program.

Studying at the flight school and aviation technical school

After school, I thought: what to do next? The special school that I graduated from gave advantages when entering a flight school, and I went there. In 1960 he graduated from the Orsk Flight School. Kholzunov. At that time, a large-scale reduction in 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 the lieutenant's epaulettes, and go wherever you want.

We young people are lucky. At the age of 20-25, it is not too late to arrange your life in a different way. 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 an apprentice turner. But then I heard a rumor that the Saratov Aviation College was recruiting demobilized people like me. I was delighted, quickly collected the documents and entered the technical school for a civilian, but close to the former military specialty. After graduation, like many others, he decided to return to his homeland, to Leningrad.

Job seeking

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

"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. There, the Hero of the Soviet Union Yegor Mikhailovich Chalov worked in the personnel department. We started talking. He suggested that I get a job at a factory, so that in time, since I am a pilot, to 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, I went there. And there, too, the authorities are on vacation. I look, a woman is 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! What else do I need to relearn?

In aviation, it is so customary that if you transfer from one aircraft to another, then you need to retrain for at least 6 months. And my wife-teacher with her little daughter should come to me in September. Therefore, the conversation turned out to be fruitless.

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

“I give you three days. Look for some accommodation and you'll get a referral."

It's been 3 days. At that time, it was difficult to find housing, since lieutenants, colonels, and generals fell under the reduction. In general, I did not succeed. 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 the "Wave" to Chalov and worked there for 5 years, until the 69th year. And just at that time there was a recruitment to the internal affairs bodies, and I, a 30-year-old, was sent as a transfer to work with convicts. They also had to study there. 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. In 1971 I entered there and in 1976 I received my diploma. He continued to work in correctional colony No. 2 until its closure. When everyone began to move to IK No. 7, I wrote a report that I was ready to serve at any point where the service goes on for a year or two. In Irkutsk, they refused me, the reason is the same - there is no apartment.

And I volunteered to go to Komi. From there, it takes 26 hours to travel to Moscow by train, then 40 minutes to fly on the An-2 and 6 hours to get by car. I served in such a remote taiga until 1991, when the Soviet Union collapsed. My turn for the apartment just approached, I was lucky. I gave 20 years of my life to work in correctional colonies.

After 1991, I had no connection with the convicts. But until now, dreams with terrible pictures from life in the North are sometimes dreamed. You wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Wake up - but I'm retired! This is the footprint the colony left. It was hellish work. He 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 the head of security and worked there for 16 years. Thinking about taking a well deserved break. I just arrived at the garden, stuck a shovel into the ground, like a call from a private security company:

"It's too early for you to go on vacation. Please put things in order at the fish factory.”

Worked there for 2 years. At 70, I retired with the rank of Major.

Vivid episodes from the past

What do I remember most from my youth?

How I lived with my grandparents. Grandfather was a foreman, a prominent person in the village. I remember that 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, raised me sleepy out of bed. Then he squeezed my head between my legs, unfastened 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. They studied during the day, worked in the evening, and on weekends they unloaded coal, or something else. In general, the covens to survive

The most profitable was the unloading of plates, the money was not bad. Back then, saiches were 6 kopecks and popsicles were 11 kopecks. Eat a couple of popsicles and the hunger seems to go away. Once I went to the curator and said:

"We have problems".

"Do not interrogate us, please, on Mondays, we are after the Sabbath."

And then you get a deuce and lose your scholarship. And then, if no one helps, how to live? They made concessions to us and did not interrogate us on Mondays.

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

I remember my first flight. I do aerobatics, and they order me on the radio:

"Stop 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 in aviation we, lieutenants, could be reduced. But 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 jumps were mandatory for the entire flight crew. There were also complex cases that could lead to tragedy.

Club "Novgorod walruses"

Since 1968 I have been ice swimming. 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.

At first they swam in the open air and did not have any premises. Then we bought a construction trailer on wheels, on the left side near the bridge. When some commission came, we were forced to clean it up. We hid it, sometimes put it at the Victory Monument. Now we have a wonderful winter swimming club, built at our own expense. 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 were advised 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 and 6 I already swim, and on Sunday I have a bath. Without a hole - I'm nowhere. I live on Predtechenskaya, it's 10 minutes walk. Water is usually 2-3 degrees, not lower. It happens that you don’t want to go in 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 do not violate the regime, there are no passes.

We have 130 permanent "walruses", but a new replenishment comes, usually after Epiphany. They will try it at Epiphany - they will like it, and more will come. From my family, no one shares my passion, you can’t drag anyone into ice water. Do not want. My daughter only goes to the pool.

Personally, sports have 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 was dedicated to sports per day. I was deprived of my first vacation, because I didn’t keep the press well.

All those who lagged behind in physical education were engaged in a whole month. From that time until now, I have done 10 pull-ups, 30 push-ups, and abs for as long as I want. I run 10 kilometers every day, I'm in great shape. I have had a difficult 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

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

On that December day, my mother and I went for a walk in a small grove, which is not far from our house. The sun was shining, white snow sparkled on the ground. We went to the grove to ride down the hill and feed the pigeons with seeds. There is a clearing where a sandbox was made for the kids, benches and bird feeders were hung. We were walking with my mother, when suddenly a man stopped in front and quietly told us that a squirrel was sitting in front. Mom saw a gray squirrel with a fluffy gray-red tail off 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 that the squirrel would eat them, but she ran back a couple of meters and buried the nuts in the snow. Then I asked my mother to give seeds for the squirrel. Mom took out the seeds and poured a little into my hand and herself. Then we tried to get closer to the squirrel, but she 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 take 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 are very similar to our hands, she so deftly took seeds with them. The squirrel was very beautiful. She had black eyes, tassled ears, and a fluffy fur coat. The squirrel collected all the seeds and ran off to stock up. Then she came back to us and began to squeak something. Mom gave her some more seeds, and the squirrel began to gnaw them. She did it very cleverly, only the skins flew in all directions. Then the squirrel climbed a tree and began to jump from one tree to another.

Such an amazing meeting happened in my childhood.

This summer I had to spend in the country. For two whole months I had to help my grandmother grow tomatoes, cucumbers, water potatoes, weed the beds. At first I was very upset. At the dacha, I didn’t catch the Internet well, the computer was left at home. For the first few weeks, I howled with anguish. But then I met Tamara Ivanovna. My essay on the topic "An interesting meeting" will be dedicated to her.

Composition on the topic of an interesting meeting Grade 6

Tamara Ivanovna lived in the house opposite. They greeted my grandmother, but it was difficult to call their relationship friendly. Rather, they simply coexisted and did not want to deepen communication. My grandmother did not know anything about Tamara Ivanovna, and I suddenly became interested in this elderly lady. The fact is that she was completely different from ordinary pensioners. She wore beautiful hats and painted lips, walked around the garden in a bathing suit and with a glass of cocktail. At first, I was very funny because of this behavior. I also noticed that the neighbor's granny takes care of the garden alone. Doesn't she have grandchildren?

Once I was kicking a ball, and it flew right into Tamara Ivanovna's garden. There was nothing left to do but to get acquainted with the old woman, who had already attracted attention with her extraordinary behavior. In the morning I saw her watering the beds to rock music. But at lunchtime there was silence in her area. I knocked softly on the gate and timidly entered. I was afraid to see her in the company of beefy African Americans. No, I understood that this was unlikely, but fantasy stubbornly attributed precisely such pictures to the image of a neighbor.

I decided that the ball was in the pool and asked permission to dive into it. The woman agreed. I quickly got into the pool, but the ball was not there!

But there's nothing here! I said after checking several times.
- I didn't say your ball was in the pool.
- But you said he drowned.
“He drowned in a world of falsehood and boredom in order to be reborn again in the house of love for life,” saying this, the granny burst out laughing so much that I was afraid that the orderlies would come running to her. I was convinced that the woman was a little out of her mind. Now you understand why my short essay on the topic of an interesting meeting was written specifically about Tamara Ivanovna?

But how can I get it?
- Do you want to drink champagne with me? Mark an acquaintance?
- No thanks. I do not drink. I said, no one has offered me champagne yet. Can't she see that I'm too young for this?
- What a boring life you are.
"But you're having fun," I added.
- Certainly. Every day is a gift of fate, you need to live it like the last. I started living in my thirties. Before that, I was afraid of everything in the world. Condemnation of society, lack of money, criticism of my paintings. And then I realized, live as if today is the last day. Enjoy your life. After all, life is not the number of days lived, but the number of days when you were happy.

Suddenly, a crazy lady appeared in my eyes opposite a much smarter one than most of my acquaintances. After all, there was truth in her wise words. I asked Tamara Ivanovna about her paintings, and she told me that she was an artist. She showed me her work, made tea, gave me the ball. Since then, I have often visited her. Tamara knew a lot about European artists, told incredible stories about her life. I was bored with my grandmother, who kept making me work in the garden. And it was fun with a neighbor who laughed and gave me tea. Once I asked Tamara Ivanovna about her grandchildren, and she said that she never wanted children. After all, children are such a burden and a burden.

I felt somehow uncomfortable. I suddenly thought of my grandmother, who works day and night in the garden to grow vegetables and fruits, pass them on to our family, make jam for us. Grandmother devoted her whole life to raising her mother and her brother, and now she helps their families. There were still two weeks before I left home. And I never came to the neighbor again. I spent all this time with my own grandmother. I talked to her, asked about her childhood and youth, about her favorite countries and food. We have become closer in these two weeks like never before. Grandma started hugging me, and her borsch became even tastier. Therefore, do you know with whom my interesting meeting took place this summer? With my grandmother, whom I never appreciated before.

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Everyone has had a completely unexpected, but interesting meeting in their life. The most interesting meeting in my life happened this spring. I met an amazing person.

When I was walking home from a friend through 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. It turned out that he did not know Russian.I tried to speak English, remembered everything that we were taught at school. He was a physics professor who had come from the UK to the local university. He said that he left the hotel to get some air and got lost. I helped him get to where he stopped. We walked and chatted. I did not understand well that he spoke slowly and tried to show what he was talking about. His name was Mr. Rupert Waltersky. He looked to be about 70 years old. He was short, completely gray-haired with a slight receding hairline. He had large gold-rimmed glasses for vision and a tiny hearing aid behind his ear. Apparently, he invested a lot of effort in his professional growth, spent many hours reading books in the library, worked diligently on his works in physics. He looked well-groomed: things were clean and ironed, but it was noticeable that they were no longer new. He wore a dark green jacket, navy blue trousers, an interestingly ornamented tie, and fancy burgundy vintage shoes. There was a twinkle in his eyes.

I was delighted with his vitality, positivity and energy. During our conversation, he was very enthusiastic, he spoke very emotionally, actively gesticulating with his hands. He said that he lives alone because his wife died two years ago, but in memory of her he looks after their small garden. I also realized that competitions for the best garden are held annually in their region. This is their long-term tradition, it seemed to me very interesting, I would like to see such events held in our country. Then our yards would be much cleaner and prettier, with more flowers of different colors and sizes.He also said that he lives on the south coast, so the weather is almost always warm. It turned out that he came to our city not for the first time, he said that he really liked our dentists and cheap spouts. He has a great sense of humor, I would really like to have such a teacher. He was very kind and open, and invited me to visit foggy Albion. I had a lot of fun and interesting with this wonderful person, I hope that someday I will be able to visit him.

Summer came and my friends and I often went for a walk. On one such day we went to play on the playground near Petya's house. Twenty meters from this place there is a thicket 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 in the bushes she hid still very small kittens. There were several of them, but they were all the same gray color, like my mother.

We decided that this family should not be disturbed. Petya ran home and brought sausages. The new mom happily ate the treat. Since then, we constantly came to visit this family, brought 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 my grandmother. Came back a month later. The kittens grew up a lot, ran around the playground and became local favorites. Two had 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 of that unexpected meeting.

Mushrooms in the forest

During the summer holidays I went to the countryside. Lived with my grandparents for about five weeks. One day we went to the forest for mushrooms. It was morning and it was not hot in the forest. Grandpa went first. We are next. We dressed thoroughly so as not to feed the mosquitoes. After half an hour of walking, we came to the first desired place.

Mushroom picking has begun. About ten minutes later, when I reached out to another mushroom, something stirred in the grass. I jumped back, afraid that I had run into a snake. Grandma and grandpa came running to my scream.

Looking closer, we saw a hedgehog. It was small and grey. And frightened of us, he quickly ran away. I didn't know hedgehogs could run so fast.

The uninvited guest disappeared, and we continued our work, only went in a different direction.

After a couple of hours we returned home, having filled the baskets. Summer is over, and I still remember that meeting with the hedgehog.

5th grade, 6th grade.

The most interesting meetings happen quite unexpectedly. Here you live quietly your life, and suddenly something happens that you will never forget. My interesting meeting happened just like that.

It happened in the summer, late at night. The boys and I played football in the neighboring yard. It's getting dark, it's time to go home. My friend Misha and I went together along a small path to our street.

Suddenly, we heard a loud chug and snort ahead of us. We got worried. The sounds began to get louder and closer. It got a little scary. We looked at each other but kept walking. Suddenly, a large and incomprehensible shadow began to approach us. It was a strange shape that was constantly moving. We stopped, no one wanted to move on. But we were ashamed to run away. And then a hare jumped out of the darkness at us. He was clearly in a hurry, he wanted to run away from someone as soon as possible. Behind him, a dog jumped out, which wanted to grab him. The hare did not know where to go and, out of fear, jumped right into my hands. I quickly hid it under my shirt so the dog couldn't see it. The poor animal did not even resist. I could feel how hard he was breathing, how fast his heart was beating. The dog lost its prey and ran past us. She probably thought that the hare had galloped on. And we did not waste time and also ran home as soon as possible.

At home, we gave the poor bunny water to drink and gave him carrots. At first he was afraid to move, probably thinking that we also want to hurt him. Then he grew bolder and began to chew vegetables in a businesslike manner. The hare lived with us for two weeks. During this time, he completely settled in, took our family for his own, was not afraid of anyone, and even sometimes let himself be stroked. He was very fond of eating vegetables and fruits, but did not refuse porridge either. In the house, he made a real mess, jumped everywhere and arranged minks for himself. But wild animals should always live in nature, this is their real home. Only in the forest will the hare feel comfortable. So dad took him to the nearest forest, where he quickly rode away from him.

It will forever remain a mystery to me how this animal appeared on the street that day. The forest is far from us, and there are few parks. I live in the very center of the city. Here, of the animals, you can only meet dogs, cats, and even near the circus, children sometimes ride a horse. From this it became even more interesting and it became where he came from. Such an interesting meeting happened to me and my friend Misha this summer.

Brief 6th grade

Last year, on the first of September, I had a very interesting and unusual meeting with a wonderful stork named Lenchik. When we came to the ruler, we noticed this wonderful bird close by. He walked so importantly and slowly on the grass and looked for something there.

Naturally, all the attention was not on the holiday, but in the direction of Lenchik. The whole school watched as he slowly moved from the lawn to the center and looked thoughtfully at the leaders. He seemed to understand what they were talking about and listened carefully. Then he wanted to burst a few balls lying on the ground, along the podium, which made everyone present very laugh.

When the solemn part ended, everyone rushed to the bird and began to take pictures with it. I heard from one of the mothers that he is homely and has a sad fate. When the stork was very small, he fell out of the nest and broke his wing, and his parents did not have the strength to raise the baby back. That's when Aunt Larisa picked him up, cured the wing and fed him herself. So the months flew by, and a beautiful adult stork grew out of the chick, who did not want to leave his new home. Yes, and he could not, because the wing, although healed, did not work.

Most recently, I learned that he was given to a home-type zoo. Aunt said that he would be fine there and that he was looked after, and we all hope that one day his children will fly to our school.

Composition An interesting meeting on the bus exercise 38

Sometimes life prepares unexpected events for us, real surprises. Sometimes such surprises are like sudden gifts, when you are given some thing “just like that” - and it becomes doubly pleasant, not even from the thing itself, but from the fact of attention and unexpected joy.

Today fate made such a gift to my mother. She still shines, and I rejoice with her. At the weekend, my mother and I walked around the city. An ordinary day, all people are in a hurry somewhere. We got on the bus to get to the park. I was sitting, thinking about my own, when I suddenly saw that a young woman at the other end of the salon waved her hand to my mother and moved towards us with a smile. I haven't seen my mom so excited in a long time! It turned out that this beautiful young woman is her former classmate, and they had not seen each other for many years! She was in our city on business, just for a few days. Of course, we invited my mother's classmate to join us.

I would be happy to describe this meeting in more detail, if it were possible. No words are enough to tell all the jokes, dialogues, memories that sounded in our living room in the evening when the guest visited us. Mom took out their school album from the bookcase - it was so interesting to look at the girls, almost my age, who smiled cheerfully in black and white pictures.

In the evening, already falling asleep, I thought a lot about this meeting. My parents always told me that the friendship that developed during my school years is strong and stays with a person for life. Of course, I believed them, but somehow more theoretically. And only now, having seen my mother's joy and the joy of her friend, after sitting with them over school photographs, I felt the full strength of their friendship and truly believed in the loyalty of school mates.

I don’t know how my own life will turn out, and it’s hard for me to imagine what I will be like in many years, but I hope that similar unexpected meetings await me too and they will be just as warm and joyful.

6th grade. Russian language, exercise 38

Composition An interesting meeting with a puppy Grade 6

My family is me, mom and dad. We live in an apartment in the city. I asked my parents many times to get a dog, but they were always against it. Mom thinks she has a lot of worries. But I still dream of having a friend like a dog. Once, I met a puppy, and now he lives with us.

When I was visiting my grandmother in the village last summer, we went swimming in the lake every day. There was a big house near the lake, where a big dog was constantly barking. And one day we saw a little puppy running around this house. I walked over to him and took him in my arms. It was brown in color and the tail was white. His eyes were light grey. He was very funny and mischievous. And I immediately realized that I want him to live with me.

For a whole week I tried to persuade mom and dad to let me take this puppy. At first they were against it, but then they agreed. The owner of a large dog and a puppy was very happy that we decided to take him. And we began to think what name to give our new pet. Mom suggested the name Bill, dad suggested Jack, but I named him Max.

Now me and Max were always together. We fed him soup, potatoes, porridge, meat. He was already two months old, and he could eat everything himself. We played different games. I threw the ball and Max ran after it.

Our dog also loved to swim, he swam well. He especially liked to frolic in the water when it was hot. He ran along the shore, and when he ran out of the water, he shook himself, and splashes flew in all directions.

Mom, dad and grandma also loved my dog. They often played with him and cooked food for him. When we arrived home in the city, we took Max to the vet. He vaccinated him so he wouldn't get sick.

I am very glad that I now have a dog. Because a dog is your best friend. Now after school I walk with him in the yard. And all classmates love to play with my dog. He is very kind, gentle and funny. I am grateful to my parents that they took Max.

Sample 7

We all know that the best things happen unexpectedly. So fate sometimes presents us with surprises in the form of chance meetings. But they are so unexpected that happiness and joy at that moment simply overwhelm.

It was at the start of summer vacation. It was a warm, sunny day then. I asked my mom to take a walk. Running out of the house, the first thing I did was go after my friend Kostya. He also asked his mother to take a walk with me. He had a cool, new soccer ball. We, of course, took him with us.

We left the entrance and headed towards the site. The road to the site lay through a small square. There were large and tall apple trees and small bushes along the sidewalk. As we passed the trees, we heard a growl and then a snort. After a couple of minutes, the sound was repeated again. Still not understanding where this sound came from, they were going to go further, but Kostya decided to look under the bushes.

There was an adult red cat who was aggressively set against us. And next to her are five little kittens. Two were as red as she was, and three were grey. They squealed and poked at each other. We felt very sorry for them. We thought that their mother was hungry and decided to feed them.

Kostya and I ran to our homes to get something for the cat to eat. Mom let me take a piece of sausage, and Kostya brought a plastic bowl of milk and a blanket for the kittens. We carefully placed the food next to the cat. At first she did not want to approach, she was afraid, probably. But then, smelling the smell, she came up and ate. While eating, we put the kittens on a blanket so that they would not freeze.

When she ate everything, she went back to the kittens. Apparently to feed them. They were so small and helpless that Kostya and I decided to look after them until they grew up. Every day we came and fed the cat. She got used to us.

I went to the village with my parents for a week to visit my grandparents. I was very worried about the kittens. But Kostya promised to take care of them and not give offense. When I arrived, the first thing I ran to them. They grew up a lot and were already running around their mother.

We started looking for a home for them. Kostya took one. I also persuaded my mother to allow me to take one kitten. And the rest we distributed to neighbors. They even adopted a cat. Mom and her kids began to live in the neighborhood.

That's how one unexpected meeting gave a home to these fluffies. I really enjoy playing with my new furry friend. When the summer ended, the kittens were already strong and mature.

Essay 8

Meetings are different: joyful, sad, funny and others. They can also happen anywhere, from your backyard to a random encounter while hiking up a mountain. However, one cannot fail to say that each meeting is interesting. Yes, they are interesting in their own way, sometimes incredible, and sometimes boring, but still unique. I would like to tell you about my interesting meeting.

It happened on a quiet winter evening. On that day, I was very late in returning home, and therefore I walked down the street, freezing my hands at the same time (I, alas, forgot to grab gloves). The only pleasant thing about this “walk” was that the back was not burdened by a backpack, and therefore the step was fast and impetuous. Perhaps this played a role in subsequent events.

Oddly enough, on that day (and also in several that were before it) there was ice, from which passers-by sometimes became intricate poses, trying not to fall into a snowdrift. And at one of those moments, when I was vigorously waving my arms so as not to shamefully flatten on the ground, I managed to accidentally knock down someone's bag. She fell on the ice with a crash, and then a distinct crack of glass was heard. At that moment, I became even colder, because it was not part of my plans - to be accused of damaging someone's property. And I, with a very desperate expression on my face, turned to that unfortunate (although, it is a moot point - who was more unfortunate then), whose cans I broke.

It was a tall and blond girl. She looked at the bag in surprise (she had four more of the same in her hands), and then laughed awkwardly. This laughter made me freeze - people usually do not react like that when they have something like this. She, like some kind of fairy tale character, picked up the bag and looked at me with green eyes, apologizing for her awkwardness, and also added that it was hard to carry five bags at once. I rushed to apologize, complaining that in this situation the fault lies with me, inwardly shuddering at what might follow my words. But the girl remained adamant, saying only that if her conscience is so tormenting, then I can help carry the luggage to the nearest shop, having instantly received my consent.

While we were walking to the same shop (as it turned out, the girl was going to call a taxi from it), I found out that there was paint in the bag. And, if the package is not torn, then everything is in order, Veronica (that was the name of the blonde) needed her to paint the furniture. I became interested when she added that she made the furniture herself. As it turned out, the girl is engaged in the creation of various interior items, mainly from wood. And until the taxi arrived, we talked a little more about such an unusual activity, and after that we did not meet. Hope we can see her again someday...