Enough interesting competition, which I stumbled upon when I saw a retweet from Vovka. The competition is called: "One day from my school life". Sosnovsky and Shelvin on the Jury - this makes it even more interesting, sometimes I read their blogs, which can be easily used as an example of real ru-bloggers.

Well, let's start with the fact that I said goodbye to school years ... 8 years ago, or something. It seems like yesterday, but so much time has already passed, my friends ... I said my “goodbye” to her after the 9th grade, after which I entered the VGKS (Higher State College Communications), in which he studied for another 7 years, having received secondary special and higher education. After passing the data educational institutions understand that school is something like kindergarten. Here you will be taught to write and read.

And regardless of your level intellectual abilities- they will calmly release it with a piece of paper called a certificate, for which everyone for some reason was so trembling. Especially girls - nerds who only did what they raised their average score, which in no way reflects real level knowledge and training of the student. It's just a piece of paper with numbers. Perhaps that is why this useless something with an average score of 6.8 (out of 10) is gathering dust somewhere.

The fact that she will “help” during admission is complete nonsense and a myth. They look only at the results of tests or exams, and this green (sort of) color box can be used more worthy - to put flower pots on it, for example. So that the window sill is not smeared.

Story:

Thinking about a day in my school life, I remembered only one lesson of English language, which our head teacher led. She was such an evil, nasty aunt, to whom Godzilla was glued. Why Godzilla? Probably because she was a kind of evil tyrant who constantly shouted at everyone and demanded a lot, but no one knew for sure, even in those days.

In her lesson, you could bury yourself by doing only 2 things: come after the bell and not do homework. Perhaps that is why I now know English well and come to meetings at the set time.

It was in the 8th grade, we had a boy named Petya. Petya understood no more in English than a ballerina in quantum mechanics. Vocabulary foreign language was at the level of an average student in grades 1-2, who can squeeze out 2-3 sentences at best.

It was an ordinary day regular lessons. The bell rang, almost everyone was in the class. Peter, as always, was a little late. Within 10-20 seconds, while everyone was sitting down, another 4 people ran into the class, who were slightly late. Everyone caught the angry look, so soon there was total silence in the classroom. After checking the absentees, the teacher began to smoothly move on to checking homework.

7 minutes have passed since the beginning of the lesson. And then, the door opens and Petya enters the class. Silence reigned, everyone was waiting for the teacher's reaction and were already ready to laugh. Godzilla (damn, I don’t remember her real name) looked at Petya and, holding back her anger, said: “Hello.” Petya, a joyful and chubby fellow, having heard familiar word, broke into a smile and also answered "Hello". The teacher continued: “Why are you so late?" (Why you so late?). Then Petya realized that she decided to talk to him in English, smiled even more and answered: “Yes.”

The teacher's eyes became a little rounder and it was noticeable that "the kettle is about to boil." Then there was some long phrase in the direction of Petya in English, which I now literally don’t remember. I only remember the meaning, she wanted Petya to apologize for being late in English. Petya was a good guy and said as best he could. It turned out fun, then everyone laughed for another 5 minutes, including the teacher. For the first time in my life, I heard her real laugh.

Petya said: “Ay um sorry, ah um epezdal.”

To which the teacher, holding back laughter and tears, replied in Russian: "I know, sit down."

This is the day I remember from school. Why exactly this one - I don’t know, apparently because another new word “epezdal” appeared in English.

Some advice for those who are still in school. Having passed the path of kindergarten-school-college-university-work, I can say with confidence that school is the second stage of kindergarten. When you go to work and forget about these calls and homework, you will understand what I am talking about now. ;)

• Forget about the average score of your certificates, both school and others. Nobody needs him and nobody looks into him. Why hunch over useless lessons all year and get the figure 8.9, if you can relax, study useful deeds, enjoy life and get 5.6, for example?
• Don't give a damn about diary entries like "Behavior is bad!", collect more of them, then you will have something to laugh at in a couple of years.
• Learn English, it will help you a lot in life. Especially if you are going to work on the Internet, and not at the machine in the factory. Those who perfectly (or so) know this language - earn from 1000 USD. per month just because they can speak and write fluently in it. Imagine that you will be paid that kind of money for being able to write and speak Russian?) They do not strain, but the money is good. (The copyright of a good article in 2500 characters in English, stuffed with keywords on the exchange costs about 25 USD, and knowledgeable people write such articles in 20 minutes.)

Well, that seems to be all I wanted to say to schoolchildren. It is also worth mentioning some people, without whom this competition simply would not exist. This is Shelvin, who mainly writes about how to make websites for people (Drupal Newsletter - read interesting series articles) and a certain community of optimizers called MarkDay.ru, which I hear about for the first time.

Tweet of the day:"Few people understand that we are talking about a tree, when a garden store billboard shows a girl with a sign "And a pine tree as a gift"

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Great post, especially pleased with the phrase "Ay em sorry, ah em epezdal." I guess now I'll also apologize for being late :)

Sickboy says:

Sometimes in life there are funny cases- you don't think of it on purpose)

Wert says:

I remember how they prepared cheat sheets for English. English words written in Russian

It went like this:
my name is Alexander)))))
That's how they lived))))) Sometimes you dump such nonsense that the teacher was like a traffic light))) red, yellow and green))))

Roman Likhtin says:

Well, it's good that there are such cases, without them life would be boring :)

Margarita says:

I agree that school is the second stage of kindergarten. But then everything is taken so seriously!
On the other hand, if children (at 10-12 years old) are not told that this is important, then time will be lost. Not everyone has an inner sense of purpose.

One day from school life

This story happened a long time ago.
When I was studying at junior class. It is forbidden
was to say that I studied well or
bad, in general, was an excellent student "of its kind"
We always thought that time runs very
slowly and the lessons drag on for a long time
And so it was on that autumn day when
ended the first quarter. We are everything
class sat on last lesson and with
looking forward to when our
diaries where grades for the first
quarter. But here is the long-awaited call
I thought. The teacher gave us
diaries, and I carefully opened it and was
greatly surprised. I had one triple
and this triplet was in physical education.
What to do I thought, what to say at home,
because they won't understand. Very sad I left
class and, was puzzled by this question.
Seeing his friend Igor, he studied at
parallel class, told him everything.
Let's go home, because the holidays have already begun.
I looked at him and thought, nothing
terrible, for you, but for me
Well I said and we went home.
As I approached the door of my apartment, I stopped.
What to do?
Taking out the keys, I slowly opened the door.
Quietly he entered, slipping unnoticed into his
room. Throwing my briefcase, I quickly began to change clothes.
Suddenly, my mother entered the room.
Are you already at home? Mom asked.
Yes! The lessons are already over and we were released for the holidays!
So how did you finish the quarter? Mom continued.
I didn't know what to say after all, only three. Maybe
will carry. I thought.
And then I said:
Yes, all is well, just one three!
Well, mom, I'll go, otherwise the guys are waiting for me!
At least you could eat! - Mom said.
Then! I'm in a hurry, they are waiting for me! - I answered my mother.
Quickly running out the door, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Swept through muttered, I swept through. happy and cheerful me
ran out into the street.
All my friends were standing and waiting for me to come out. Seeing me
they ran up to me. Igor asked:
Well, what happened?
Everything is fine! - I said.
And we went for a walk in the forest. The forest is very beautiful in autumn.
Yellow leaves covered the entire forest. We collected leaves
big piles, and then jumping from the trees right into the center of the pile.
We played hide and seek and had so much fun that we didn’t notice how it came
evening and I had to go home.
I went to my apartment. Yes! - Think. Now it's waiting
me a big surprise! But do nothing. I opened the door and
entered the apartment. My prediction was justified. Me
I was really expecting a surprise, and not just a surprise, but a huge one.
I couldn't even imagine what it could be. Climbed into the head
different thoughts. Our entire family was in the hallway.
Mom had my diary in her hands, and dad had a big wide
belt. OK it's all over Now! - I thought. Everything will start now. AT
my older brother had my second diary in his hands. Brother
leafing through it slowly and laughing. He looked like a rainbow
sky. The entire diary was filled with remarks. And deuces
standing in my diary resembled an enemy army,
who are about to jump out and go on the attack.
Mother said first:
Well! You only say three! And the rest?
I stood silently, lowering my head almost to the floor:
Yes, only three! - I said.
The rest are deuces. And he began, as always, to make excuses that,
It's not my fault, but the teacher's. She picks on me, here
and puts two.
What is this, the second diary? asked the father.
I had nothing to answer and I stood silently.
I asked for forgiveness and promised that this would not happen again.
and the next quarter will be different. I will fix
all your grades.
They didn’t punish me, yes, and what’s the point, because the grades from this
won't get better.
This is how my first day of vacation went.

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I study in the 8th "B" class of the regular rural school. In our village secondary school one. Nothing special happens to us. And in general it was possible not to go to school today. But my mother, as usual, woke me up and sent me to school.

I go in the door of the school and see the usual huge line in front of the locker room. Everyone is eager to learn! I'm standing in line, holding my jacket, and right in front of me is Lyosha, a gentleman of our class. Time goes by so as not to be late for the lesson, but I don’t want to be late for math. And I say to Lyokha: "Man, let me through." He, of course, was surprised at such treatment and let me go ahead. I handed over my jacket, and as soon as I moved away from the locker room, I heard: “Man, let me through” - this is already a high school student who said to her classmate. Wow, my phrases are already adopted by high school students, great! And yet you have to hurry to the lesson.

I sit quietly, the bell has already rung, but not everyone is in the class, they are probably standing by the locker room. In front of me at the first desk, Sasha sits with his feet against the wall of the desk, as if he wants to move it. And right in front of him is the teacher's desk. Weakling - Sasha is small, thin and will not move the desk. Here Artyom was late, Sashkin's neighbor. Yes, he began to make his way to his place by the window so quickly that Sashka moved the chair together with Sasha, but he did not remove his legs. Then their desk moved and raised the teacher's table on its hind legs. And he almost fell on our math book, she jumped out from behind the table with a cry. A pack of notebooks rolled down from the table, and a piece of glass flew off; Margarita Petrovna managed to catch it. Sasha was expelled from the lesson, and until the end of mathematics, tension remained in the class. And then the mathematician complained to our class teacher. Now Irina Mikhailovna will definitely go to Sasha's parents to "drink tea". I can imagine how surprised his dad will be when he finds out that Sasha dropped the table on the teacher. This unlucky Sasha is always with him, something happens.

We came to literature quiet and a little scared. At the lesson, we studied the poem by I.Z. Surikov "Winter". For expressive reading they called Dimka, the clown of the class. Not a single day passed without his jokes, teachers scolded him, but he did not care. Dima read the beginning of the poem well, but in the middle, either on purpose or accidentally, he gave out: ".. The hard worker peasant pulled out his pants," instead of the written one: ".. The hard worker-peasant pulled out his sleigh." Everyone laughed for a long time, when Larisa Vladimirovna wiped away the tears that came out of laughter, she promised Dima that she would not ask to read his poems again. The whole lesson was fun, but at the end Larisa Vladimirovna reminded that at the beginning of the Russian language she would collect the essays that were asked home. This is where it became not fun for me at all, I forgot about the compositions. And the theme was simple "A case from my childhood." At this break, we must go to the canteen, the break is fifteen minutes and there will be no one in the class. I decided that the dining room can be skipped and the essay is more important. It was necessary to write something quickly, and I remembered how my mother taught me to read.

I had one book "The Magic Ring" from the series "Reading by syllables". Here we read it. In the book, the first line was written: “Once upon a time there was an old woman with her son Martinka ...” But who cares what is written in the book, and I read: “Once upon a time there was Rukashka with her son Monkey.” Here mom let's laugh. And I was embarrassed that they laughed at me. I poked my mother in the side and said: “I won’t read anymore, since you are laughing at me like that.” And mom doesn’t even hear, she laughs and that’s it. That's how my mom taught me to read!

At the beginning of the Russian language lesson, Larisa Vladimirovna collected notebooks with essays. And for those who did not bring, she put two. It passed, although I want to eat, but I didn’t get a deuce. School life is constant pressure, relaxed a little and that's it - the teacher gives you a deuce, parents scandal. But I didn’t write down my homework in my diary for everything, and therefore I forgot about the essay, I won’t do it again.

Elena Alexandrovna, an English teacher, considers our class to be the best and most disciplined of the four classes in parallel. That's why she opened an office for us foreign language, and she went to the teacher's room.

A break of ten minutes, and ours decided to have fun: we soaked the rags with which they wash off the board and splashed, running around the office. They poured water on the floor by the sink. Then someone suggested that they rub their palms with chalk and put stamps on their backs. The boys in black jackets looked especially bright. Not many managed to “stigmatize”, then everyone began to rub off, but not everyone managed to, the bell rang. The teacher comes in and sees: chalk scattered at the blackboard, a puddle on the floor, everyone is sitting in their places, and Vova and his best friend Kostya carefully pats him on the back.

What are you doing? - Elena Alexandrovna asked, looking around the office.

I catch fleas from Vova - I quickly figured out what to answer Kostya.

I don't have any fleas - Vova was offended by his friend and tried to turn around.

But Kostya took him firmly by the shoulders.

Don't move or I won't catch you, he said.

What are you kidding me?! - the teacher was indignant: - Quickly sit down, and let the attendants clean everything up.

After this rout, Elena Alexandrovna will not let us into the box office again until the bell rings.

After English, I went to Irina Mikhailovna. I needed to surrender contour maps. Our almost all passed them yesterday at the history lesson, I forgot them. Irina Mikhailovna said that they could bring it tomorrow. But in the corridor near the history office stood the seventh "G" with the whole crowd. I come up, and Danil, a well-known bully at school, comes out to meet me and says: “Face control. Pay money." I know Danila well, he is a hero with a crowd of his boys. I take off my briefcase with textbooks and from all over I hit Danil on the head with this briefcase. Holding the briefcase in my hand, I moved forward: “Well, who else is face control?” At my question, all his classmates quickly parted. I passed and already in the office I heard: “Here I am a fool! Why did I climb to her, I know her! When I walked back, I was no longer prevented from passing.

So all four lessons were over, there was no queue to the locker room. As I got dressed, I thought, “What an eventful day, and I didn’t want to go to school. All the same, it is interesting to study in our school. Hurry up to the street, throwing snowballs at the boys!

Yuldasheva Eleonora Khusnullovna, teacher of Russian language and literature

Essay "One day from school life"

frosty winter morning... I'm in a hurry to school ... I walk along the still dark street, greet the Christmas tree growing at the school gates, and enter the old building.

It seems that it greets me, rejoices at the meeting with me, even smiles ... ..

The feeling of drowsiness, some kind of endless fatigue, soreness, which did not want to let me leave the house, disappears somewhere.

I am collected, healthy, young, energetic, strong. I'am a teacher. A teacher should not be weak. He must be strong and interesting, first of all, to himself (otherwise you will not be interesting to anyone). There is another working day ahead, although it can be called a working day very conditionally, because school is not a job, it is a way of life. What is interesting in store for me today?

Shaking off clothes fluffy snow, I go up the dark stairs to the "holy of holies" - to my office. It is here that I experience joys and sorrows, victories and defeats, I reflect, I learn to believe in myself. In my opinion, confidence is the main trait of a teacher. Even the walls help me to believe in myself.

At 7:00 am. Again, reproaching myself for excessive sentimentality, I am preparing for the lesson. I draw up the board, I bring the office in order. After all, soon my office will really come to life. Those will appear here, without whom there would be no me, the teacher. it main people are my students.

7.30. I meet with children. I smile at them, they give a smile in return, I look at them, listen to how they cheerfully chirp, laugh, and I rejoice in their mood, optimism. They are so young, waiting for my support, as if they share energy with me, give me strength for this day, and I really need strength. So I discovered the "secret of youth." Teachers never grow old in soul, as they always have hundreds of children's smiles with them.

Probably, it is with the smile of the teacher that the pedagogy of cooperation begins.

8.00. Lesson begins...

Today is the time when the lesson needs to be turned into a collaboration between teacher and student. The student should not be afraid to express his opinion, to defend his point of view.

the main task teachers - teach children to believe in themselves. And in order for the child to believe in his own strength, the teacher himself must believe in his pupil, giving the student his love, warmth of the heart, light of the soul.

A teacher is a candle that, when burned, warms the souls of children. And do not be afraid to "burn out", because the child's victory becomes my victory, his joy - my joy, his problems - my problems.

I special person who lives for the sure-sounding voices of children,

a person who plays many roles, in a word, by the will of fate - a teacher of literature.

To teach literature means “to teach to think aloud,” as I. Andronikov subtly defined. To think out loud competently, clearly, beautifully, figuratively in the great and mighty Russian language. It is in literature lessons that children learn to express thoughts and feelings, embracing the whole diversity of spiritual life.

But, unfortunately, the teaching of literature, the most spiritual, humane subject, does not yet guarantee a humane impact on all students. The school cannot close itself off from society, it can only cover the child with its breasts, its mind, its professionalism. Therefore, you should think about how to connect the lessons of the Russian language and literature with real life.

Literature lesson - teamwork teacher and student on the interpretation of the text.

It is very important for the teacher to arrange the activities of children in the form of increasingly complex real situations, the search for a way out of which would force the students to decide, to decide, to take actions.

And who, if not me, a linguist, a person called to “burn the hearts of people with a verb”, to put such lessons into practice, helping to seek and find a way out of any difficult life situation.

No need to be afraid non-traditional lessons!

The position of the teacher in the lesson, his opinion should not be dominant. The student has the right to express any point of view, but on condition that it is conclusive. The child must feel the significance of his "I". But we must not forget that such cooperation requires good knowledge on the subject, erudition.

I must be able to educate a reader capable of receiving aesthetic pleasure from original works art.

I want to see in the eyes of the student sincere interest, not boredom, a desire to speak out, and not waiting for a call.

Recently, I began to notice that literature lessons for some reason end too quickly. And one more miracle: I don’t get tired of these lessons at all, although the children are noisy, arguing, vigorously discussing various problems, do not always listen to each other, interrupt ... But there is still no fatigue.

Maybe it's because I'm interested in watching guys. In my class, I am both a teacher and a student. I learn from children to sincerely experience, to think. Children never cease to amaze me with their extraordinary thinking. I agree to admit that some of the thoughts of children, at first glance absurd, upon closer examination turn out to be true, surprisingly interesting. My students are in many ways smarter than me, more practical, more interesting. Sometimes I am surprised by their answers: “How do they know this? Reallyto me did you manage to teach them to think like that? Reallymy word influenced them?"

The words of the great Tyutchev involuntarily come to mind:

We can't predict

How our word will respond ...

The word is a great weapon. My task is to be able to use this great weapon for the benefit of the child.

It becomes scary when you hear and see a teacher yelling at a child, morally crushing him, in a hurry to write him down as a loser.

It is important to remember that young man thrives on a word of encouragement or well-deserved praise.

smart adults, experienced teachers don't be stingy with good words to the child, to the praise! Be patient, responsive, friendly. And only then you will see in the eyes of the child respect, understanding. Children will be drawn to you, they will want to talk, share their thoughts with you. I consider this the greatest indicator in our work.

The main thing human quality teachers - love and be able to work with people. The teacher should love children not with indifferent "professional love", but in such a way that children feel that this particular person will always come to their aid.

Without pathological readiness, personal attraction, hard labor of the soul, true devotion to children and the cause, it is difficult to achieve anything.

15.00. And just like that, another day of school has come to an end. He taught me patience. Every day I am convinced that I cannot live without school, students, notebooks, eternal anxiety. I probably happy man... Again reproaching myself for sentimentality, I sit down at my desk to prepare for next day discoveries and experiences.

17.00. I turn off the light in the office, I'm going home. Walking down the snowy street and feeling like lucky man, because I am equally pleased to make this path in any direction.

SCENARIO MBOU OOSH No. 32 "ONE DAY FROM SCHOOL LIFE"

Designed by teacher primary school MBOU secondary school No. 32: Zakhodyakina E.M.

Participants: students 3 MBOU class School №32

Sounds musical intro "Visiting a fairy tale"

Narrator:

Hello good people! I came to you to tell you a fairy tale. Whether it was or not is up to you. So listen. In a certain kingdom, in the Russian state, on the Kushchevo land ...

Children(go out):

On the street Central School costs,

It has the number 32 on it.

This school is so good

What sings in her soul.

Children live in school number 32,

This is a school of success, love and kindness.

Teachers with children work wonders here,

Joyful, sincere laughter is heard everywhere,

This is not even a school, this is our common home,

Where one dream we live together,

In the mornings we hurry here in a friendly crowd,
To meet again with you , (boys shake hands ) and with you.

Words of welcome are already ending here,

And our weekday at school begins ...

Hut. The janitor sweeps, "snow" is thrown out from behind the curtains.

A little snow fell from the sky.
The janitor cleared the path to the school.
Morning, Wednesday, dawn...

Street cleaner(scared). God Almighty! The school is gone!

Instead of a huge school building
dilapidated house in bad condition.

Students run onto the stage.

People are crowding in the yard -
Everyone wants to learn.

1st boy(regretfully).

How are we now without school?
It's impossible without her!

Mom and dad at work...
Well, what about me? And what about me?

2nd boy(indignantly).

The school is clean, the school is tasty,
Cabbage pies at school!

1st girl(referring to a friend).

There is no school and no extension.
So you and I are homeless?

2nd girl(persistently).

Let's stand here and wait!

3rd girl(cries).

My feet are cold...

Vania.

Chick, fool! Don't squeak!

What hung their heads?

We study the situation!

(looking around the hut)

Instead of a school, the house is strange ...
Two legs, wooden.
Knock on the window - knock-knock.
Come out, since you are our friend!
Together we will decide everything
How can we get school back?
Baba Yaga.

I can't hear the knock on the window!
I am deaf and...
You knock harder
Don't knock on the window, knock on the door.

Vanya knocks on the door. Baba Yaga leaves the house, yawns, stretches.

Baba Yaga.

FROM Good morning, baby!

1st girl.

Well, this is Grandma Yaga ...

Baba Yaga.

Yes Yaga! So what?

Vania.

Answer, Yaga, where is the school?!

Baba Yaga(sarcastically).

School is nearby
Seven kilometers total.
Behind the river stands in the forest.
Resting… On vacation!

Vania(decisively).

Schools don't go on vacation!
Teachers go on vacation
In the summer they go, not in a snowstorm.
Give us back school!

The girls start crying.

Baba Yaga.

Don't cry, kids!
I'm bored in the wilderness.
And from this terrible boredom
I hid the temple of science.
I don't go to theaters
I don't watch TV
You cheer me up
Raise your mood.
Here is one task for you:
I - a story about a school day,
Well, you for this .... school building.
Do you agree?
Children(in chorus). Unanimously!

Music intro "What they teach at school" . Children sit at desks

Call.

Student(enters the stage)

Monday - six lessons.
And on Tuesday - also six!
This, brothers, is too much,
I would sleep. Or to eat…
I'm so tired! I'm exhausted!
I lost all my enthusiasm!
But only in the classroom I found myself,
But only in the circle of friends got,
Like fatigue and blues
Scattered like in the wind!

Call.

Phonogram "I'm lying in the sun"

Children (sing) and improvisation at the desks:
I'm sitting on the reading
I look at the book for a long time.
I'm all sitting and looking
I don't find any sense in it.
I would like to read comics
Play and dream.
Well, I'm still sitting
And I look in the textbook.
I teach this way and that
Thought does not fit
I grind and grind
But I can't remember.
That's according to the books all for a long time
It would be better to make a movie.
I would be an excellent student
I would teach everything on TV.

Call.Children shout: "Hurrah!"

Phonogram "Pursuit"

The boys are jumping and waving their hands.

Fatigue forgotten. Lesson over
The guys broke loose at last.
Don't stand on the road or you'll be lost.
They rush, rush, rush, rush .. and you can’t stop them.

Call.

Know that in this office
Miracles happen:
All willing children
They get votes.

Anyone can become an actor
And play any role.
Everyone can in a heated argument
Defend your opinion.

And without it hardly
We would be a team!

Our team is like this:
Strong, soldered, alive.
Strong in friendship and in work,
We are not bored anywhere.

For example, consider the contest

Scene "Review-competition of bouquets"
A loud call went through the school:
“What, is your bouquet ready?”

Council of Elders meets
The fate of the bouquet is discussed:

After all, we are creative people!
And our bouquet will be an event!

Our bouquet pricks and is not given into hands,
"Singing in the thorn bush" is called.

Its we creative fantasy created,
And we got a huge prize for it!

Scene "On duty".
In the garbage class mountain-
Clean up, kids!
Let's put things in order.
Broom jumps in hand.

Baba Yaga.

Interesting school day!

Did my job -
I return the school building.

Call. All participants take the stage.

Baba Yaga.

I know there will be school!
I know: the school is blooming,
When such people
AT Russian schools there is!

Children:

And we will study in this school

Always treat adversity with a smile

And sing from the heart, and play from the heart

Funny people always good!

We are grateful to you for your attention,

But the time has come, we say “Goodbye! »

We haven't run out of time to play.

And we ran to new lesson!

(bell rings, everyone runs backstage)