Socio-political newspaper “Puchezhskiye Vesti.

He who undertakes to teach himself must never stop learning. John Catton Dana

Profession: biology teacher

Professional interests: ICT in biology education

Hobbies: floriculture, photography, music, travel, dacha,

Region: Vladimir region

Locality: Peksha village, Petushinsky district

Place of work: MBOU "Peksha Secondary School" Vladimir region, Petushinsky district"

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My “Teaching is not labor, but renunciation, the ability to give oneself completely, to go on a long feat and torment, and in this to see light and grace ...”

I share what I have, I give what I can, I am grateful for what I learned.

About Me

Married!!! I have two wonderful children: a son and a daughter, who each gave us granddaughters. For over 40 years pedagogical activity I taught and raised children. I consider my main professional result that my children not only entered various higher educational establishments, but also took place as individuals who are alien to an indifferent attitude to what is happening in the camp, in their own life and the lives of their friends and loved ones. And, this is my main happiness and success as a teacher and class teacher. Now I have graduated 11th grade. The main thing that I tried to instill in them is the ability to distinguish black from white, good from evil, real human satisfaction from careless burning of life. I want them to be kind, humane, merciful, healthy spiritually and physically.

Books that shaped my inner world

N. Ostrovsky "How steel was tempered"

F. Fadeev "Young Guard"

E.L. Voynich "The Gadfly"

D.London "Martin Eden" stories

L.N. Tolstoy "War and Peace"

A.S. Pushkin "Eugene Onegin"

Stendhal "Red and Black"

K. McCullough "The Thorn Birds"

E.M. Remarque "Time to live, time to die", "Gone with the wind"

Sh.Bronte "Jane Eyre"

My view of the world

Life is Beautiful and amazing. I love life in all its manifestations and strive to make it more interesting and brighter not only for myself, but also for the people around me. Every morning dawn seems to me new life. I try to leave behind a lovingly done deed every day, new knowledge, some good effort above oneself. It is important not to give up. The Lord does not give us insurmountable obstacles on the way. "ALL IN YOUR HANDS".

Learn to see all living things around you and enjoy it - a plant, a tree, a bird, an animal, the earth and the sky. Look into them with kind eyes and an attentive heart - and such knowledge will be revealed to you that you will not find in books. Listen to your heart - and you will discover what you are "called" for, how your destiny is measured. Maybe you will be useful to one person, maybe to the whole world.

See the world through the eyes of God.

He sees the world, not like you:

You say "I can do a little"

And He Said "You can do everything!"

My achievements

The job of a teacher is challenging, interesting and exciting. And the main achievement is the love for the profession and children. There were searches, victories, defeats. But love for the profession was, is and will be. My achievements are my favorite students. All students are loved, no matter what they are. My achievements are children, teenagers, and now many adults, whom I was able to instill love and interest in my subject - BIOLOGY. And most importantly - love and respect for the Motherland and its history, for the achievements of people great country- Russia, yes, yes, Russia, because without love and respect for one's own country there can be no respect for other peoples of the planet Earth.

Awards and certificates are the result of persistent and painstaking work. I always tried to stay in the background, skipping others in line for the Olympus of glory.

My achievements. Participation in professional competitions:

Certificate of honor of the Ministry of Education and Science of the Russian Federation No. 659 / k-n 2006.

Diploma of the Department of Education of the Vladimir Region "For success in the field of environmental education and upbringing of schoolchildren" No. 130 2009.

Diploma of the Administration of the Vladimir Region. Committee on youth policy. Laureate regional competition social initiatives of youth in the village "A corner dear to the heart" 01.10.2013.

Diplomas for Active participation in International and All-Russian Pedagogical Videoconferences on the website of the media "Head of Education. INFO. 2013.

Diploma of the 2nd degree of the All-Russian competition "My unique technique teaching biology. Bachelor. Mauned. RF 2013

Diploma of the winner of the photo contest "My profession is a teacher" of the Vladimir Regional Patriotic public organization"Mercy and Order" 2010.

Diploma of the Department of Education of the Petushinsky District Administration "For initiative and creativity in the upbringing of the younger generation" 06/13/2013. No. 352

My portfolio

Today it is impossible to imagine either a student or a teacher without a portfolio. Electronic portfolio - the most modern way presentation of teacher achievements in professional field. You can track your successes, victories, undertakings. The beginning of its conduct motivates to even more vigorous activity organizes and disciplines teachers. Naturally, this approach is reflected in our students.

Modern society is characterized by the rapid development of science and technology. The rate of knowledge renewal is so high that a person has to repeatedly retrain and master new professions throughout his life. Continuing education becomes a reality and a necessity in human life. Due to this, modern student should have the ability to independently obtain and assimilate new knowledge, skills and abilities, and the teacher is faced with the task of developing the ability of students to independently set goals, find ways to solve them, work with various sources information, evaluate them, formulate their own opinion.

In my work, as biology teachers, I aim to develop cognitive interest students, their creative activity and independence.

Teacher! Even after many years

And the heart, I know, will be young
As long as the sacred fire will be with him.
Your soul from all sorts of adversities
The healing flame will save.
It will help us along the way.
The trickiest riddles to beat.
It will still help, and more than once,
My teacher, continue you in business!
Teacher! Even after many years
The light you lit will not go out!

Teacher - three syllables.
Not so much,
And how many skills it contains!
Ability to dream!
Ability to hold on!
The ability to give yourself to work!
Ability to teach!
Ability to create!
The ability to love children selflessly!
Teacher - three syllables.
But what a lot!
And this calling is given to you by God!

Vedenyapina N.

Teacher! Your hard work
How hard can you compare it to?
You are like a sower over a field,
Grow a priceless harvest!
You're like a pioneer
You lead the youth
You are in tons of knowledge, like a prospector,
You will find a grain of gold!

Being a teacher is a calling.
You need to love children so much
To soul and diligence
Give them without a trace.
Be a role model
Interesting to explain
To have all desire
Answer in class.

Poveshchenko O.

Teacher! What a wonderful word.
It is our life and light and basis.
Shines for us as a guiding star
And leads into the world of new knowledge.

Teacher! What a lofty word!
We repeat it over and over.
Our senior comrade, our sincere friend.
He is the key that opens the fount of science!

You can learn everything in life
Implement many new ideas
But a teacher must be born,
To live on earth for children.

Vedenyapina N.

Teacher! How precious is this word!
How much kindness and kindness in him,
You have often been a strict mentor,
But more often - a source of warmth!
In your work, there were all sorts of things:
There were hardships and the joy of victories,
But the most important thing is that in the souls of children,
You leave every trace!

Teacher, school teacher!
You worry about us
Rush invisibly into space,
Go to the taiga to search
Into the desert along unsteady dunes,
In the sea foam road ...
We are your eternal youth
Hope, joy, anxiety.
You still have no peace
Devoted all his life to children.

If there were no teacher
That would not have been, probably
Neither a poet nor a thinker,
Neither Shakespeare nor Copernicus.
And still would probably
If there were no teacher
Undiscovered Americas
Remained unopened.
And we would not be Icarus,
We would never take to the sky
If in us his efforts
Wings were not grown.
Without him, a good heart
The world was not so amazing.
Because we are very expensive
The name of our teacher!

Tushnova V.

Teacher, the days of your life, as one,
You school family you dedicate
You are all who came to study to you,
You call your children.
But the children grow up, from the school bench
Walking the paths of life
And your lessons are remembered,
And keep you in your heart.
Beloved teacher, dear person,
Be the happiest in the world
Even though it's hard sometimes to get you
Your naughty children.
You rewarded us with friendship and knowledge,
Accept our thanks!
We remember how you led us into people
From timid funny first-graders.

Sadovsky M.

Teacher, how much patience
You hide in your soul,
Anxiety, thoughts and doubts -
You have already experienced everything.
What should love be?
To dedicate it to children!
Each has its own character
And everyone needs to be understood.
After all, children need to give
From your heart a particle,
Wishing them well every day
Think about them and pray about them.
They need to be given knowledge
And teach you what to strive for
When it's hard for them to support
Do not let suffer, do not let lazy.
So that you, we want, do not be sad,
Resentment did not lay down like a stone,
And all the good that you put in
Giving back to you to return.

The teacher generously teaches us that
What will be very necessary in life:
Patience, reading, counting and writing,
And loyalty to the native Fatherland.

Viktorov V.

A cheerful bell sounded
In yellow-red September,
School doors opened
Our noisy children.
In a long life exam
On the track indirect
Will lead to the land of knowledge
Our teacher is the helmsman.

There is no more beautiful profession in the world -
You bring the source of knowledge to children.
And our teacher is our idol,
With which we know the world.
And on this day we want to promise you
That, having risen from school desks,
And we will be able to convey to people
Your work, the warmth of hearts and the search for excitement!

Teacher. All her features
Clarified in the morning simply:
Solitude of quiet kindness,
The grandeur of ancient construction.
But again the speech is calm and easy,
And again breathe reflected brilliance
Hexameters of an old verse,
And the splash of foliage in the old biblical gardens.
Fatherland, will, that bitterest smoke,
What will wake us up late or early
But let me cry repentantly for once:
“Master, before your name…”

In big cities and villages
The bell rings in the morning
And the guys rush to school -
The lesson starts.

On the teacher inquisitively
Seeing so many different eyes!
Answers patiently
He's a hundred questions an hour!

"Why does the sun go down?"
"Where does the hippo sleep?"
"Does an elephant ever laugh?"
"Why is it raining?"

If it is difficult, he will help,
It is not clear - explain.
Whirlwind brawlers too
Reconcile very quickly.

No, the teacher is not a magician,
You just have to know a lot.
Don't be lazy tutorial
Also open more often.

Teachers are different
In the human community
But our land rests on them,
Our discoveries...
They don't expect us
indispensable fame,
But they prefer a known stock
Decency and honesty.
Many wince from chatter,
empty briskness,
They teach by example
Elemental resilience…
They have a strong mental core
Respect their calling.
Some are deserving
Others, yes
Without any title!
When you comprehend that in personal destiny
Not all theorems are proven
Old teachers to you
They seem like family!
Invisibly shoulder support
Chicks of his tribe.
Talk to them - and there is something -
Yes, somehow there is no time.

Teaching is not work, but renunciation,
The ability to give everything
Leave for a long feat and torment,
And in this to see the light and grace.
Teaching - when in the eyes of cold
The dawn of understanding will light up,
And you will understand: you tried not fruitlessly
And knowledge scattered not in vain.
Showered with colored rain of bouquets
And illuminated by the brilliance of hundreds of eyes,
Accept, teacher, not a word of hello,
And part of the soul from grateful us!

And again in the gilding of poplar,
And the school is like a ship at the pier,
Where teachers wait for students
To start a new life.

There is no richer and more generous in the world,
Than these people, forever young.
We remember all our teachers
Although they themselves are almost gray-haired.

They are in the fate of each of us,
They pass through it like a red thread.
We proudly pronounce every time
Simple three words: "This is my teacher."

We are all in his best hands:
Scientist, doctor, politician and builder…
Live always in your students
And be happy, our captain is a teacher!

We decided to play at school
Turned the group into a class.
Let's wave the bell -
We have math.

I will be a teacher
I'll go to the blackboard to explain.
I tap on the table with a pointer,
Calling for silence.

Raise the handles to the top
Let's count fingers:
Two, sixteen, ten, eight...
Well done! I give everyone five.

I see the nanny laughing
So something is wrong here.
Are we thinking wrong?
But then tell me how.

Being a teacher is not easy
Everything you need to know and do:
Sing, read, write in notebooks
And, of course, count.

Razumova L.

Teachers! They are like a light on the way
What kind of fiery heart do you need
To have in the chest to bring light to people,
So that his trace could never be erased!
And how to measure their work, you ask
Millions of people's army.
There are many ascetics in Rus',
But there is no wiser and nobler than them!

And here's the call
The school house is emptying quickly.
In the ringing silence
Last steps.
But in a quiet class you are all sitting at the table,
And again, your students are in front of you.
And in silence you think of them
Yesterday strangers, now relatives,
About their question, about your answer,
For something that doesn't have an answer...
And tomorrow the day will come again
And school joyful people
Fill the floors with noise
And whirl in the whirlwind of life!
Once upon a time on the third desk against the wall
I dreamed about the future and was in a hurry to become an adult
Even then you decided to be a teacher,
The difficult one chose the path, but he knew that he had enough strength.
And again at school silence,
And the old globe by the window
In the magazine suffix and case,
And so many fates and hopes ...
In your hands is the fate of the country, the fate of the land,
Your students' dreams will come true.
They sow bread, guide ships along the course,
Dedicate life to children, as you did ...
And again at school silence,
And the old globe by the window
In the magazine suffix and case,
And so many fates and hopes ...

Teachers, teachers...
There are no better professions!
Stand firmly at the helm
Opening the door for a child.
The teacher is the most faithful friend,
Will not give out, will not betray;
And if something happens suddenly,
He will give a hand to everyone.
How intense is this work:
Understand and teach.
Always go to the teacher
Students and doctors...
Come into the bright classroom when,
Can't be ignored
Always so cute
Tired eyes.
Oh, how brave is this work:
Bullies, rascals…
Sometimes in the eyes stubbornly lie.
You must understand them.
Teachers, teachers...
There are no better professions!
Stand firmly at the helm
Opening the door for a child.

I remember now:
I came to school in the first grade,
I hold a bouquet of flowers in my hands
I want to give it to the teacher.
I loudly "Hello!" said,
She ran towards the teacher
Gave her a bouquet of flowers
And don't forget to smile.
Our acquaintance took place
School life began with him.
I met my first teacher
She became my second mother.
I learned to write and read
The teacher was always there.
And if there's something I don't understand
She patiently explained to me.
And it went on for many years
I got a lot of knowledge
There is no better profession "teacher"
I made it clear.
I know many professions
But if you make a list
From the profession of "teacher"
It needs to be started.

Volkova M.

You are needed, needed forever
Both youth and old man
To enrich them stubbornly.
This is how ore is mined.
So the spring of light is always waiting,
And that's how grains are grown.
Your work ... So the jeweler sometimes
Grinding a tiny diamond
This is how the brilliance of damask is reported.
Yes, the main thing in the current fate
The earth owes you.
Teacher! Let you a hundred times
Praise, give thanks
And they will lift you to the throne of songs,
So that with each generation henceforth
You magically look younger
In work, which is so wonderful!

The teacher came to class
She's a little older than us.
And I took a lesson
That we forgot about the call.
We wanted to know more
And become adults faster
And choose the right path in life
And look into the future.
Perhaps one of us
Will enter the same way in the school class
And teach such a lesson
That everyone will forget about the call.

Malkov V.

I'm still a small child
But I started going to school.
Learning has become excellent
And do excellent.
My teacher passes by
I'm waiting for a signal from him.
After all, I study "excellently"
Almost quite easy.
The teacher teaches us good
And we are trying to help him.
And we learn letters, numbers,
And we just rush to knowledge!
Teacher first, you are my friend!
Your profession is a ray of light.
That's why I love you
Because I appreciate your work!
Teach me and everyone
Appreciate the parents, the planet.
Love, dream, strive for the light!
And never forget you.
There is no better profession in the world!

Korkina O.

I believe!
Someday flowers and trees again
Filled with yellow-scarlet dawn,
I will remember
About what will be the answer
That boredom and gentle beautiful sadness:
I will leave the house
I run and as before, as in childhood, with a briefcase,
From that: before school!
And flare up from the light
The heart that remembers will burn in me
What do you remember about your school years?
And lovely, dear such teachers!

Not eternal life. The human term is short.
The veterans are leaving.
We are grateful to them for their honest work.
Their knowledge and experience will not die.
Aging and years in spite of
The older ones are followed by the students.
Years go by. The earth is spinning.
Teachers raise pupils.
Their wise look and good hand –
The textbook is the main one for the student.
The work is immortal, the thread is uninterrupted.
The young ones will come to replace the elders.
And will be accepted at the abandoned post
Teachers hope and dream.
And therefore the commandment is so strong:
"Master, educate a student!"

Kim Yu.

Like the know-it-all Olya
Be a school teacher.
Chalk on the blackboard to write
The letter "A" and the number "five"
And indicate with a pointer:
"It's a catfish! And this is a treat!
This is a fish! It's a beast!
This is a party! It's a door!"

"Ding-ding-ding!" - the bell rings
That's the end of the lesson.
And the students must
Wipe the chalk off the board with a rag.

Emelyanova O.

We don't always notice
How many worries we have
And patient work
The teacher gives.
With barely noticeable gray hair
On a dark blond strand
She stands in front of you
Stacking up notebooks.
And you love like him, like me,
Her - and let's face it:
She is your second mother.
And who is more precious than mom?

Teacher!
He is always on the road
In worries, looking for anxiety -
And there is never peace.
And a hundred questions on the threshold
And you need to give the right answer.
He judges himself more severely.
It is all earthly, but it is torn upwards.
Do not count, perhaps, how many fates
Intertwined with his fate.

Druzhinin I.

Reach out to every heart
Those whom you choose to teach
And the secret door will open
To the souls of those whom I could love!

And some overslept boy
Late for the first lesson
And a naughty girl in the past
Invite to the last call!

And many more years will pass
Maybe someone's fate
And the pain and hardships will disappear,
Stop shooting everywhere!

In the meantime, there will be weekdays of study
And the answers are at the blackboard,
Peace without violence and without malice,
And donated rose petals!

Lvovsky M.

Who teaches us?
Who is torturing us?
Who gives us knowledge?
This is our school teacher -
Amazing people.
With you it is clear and bright,
The heart is always warm.
And sorry if it's on time
The lesson was not learned.
From the bottom of our hearts we congratulate
All of our teachers
And we wish you all good health
From pranksters of children!

Don't you dare forget the teachers.
They care about us and remember.
And in the silence of thoughtful rooms
Waiting for our return and news.
They miss these infrequent meetings.
And no matter how many years have passed,
Teacher Happiness Happens
From our student victories.
And sometimes we are so indifferent to them:
Under New Year We do not send them congratulations.
And in the bustle or simply out of laziness
We don't write, we don't visit, we don't call.
They are waiting for us. They are watching us
And rejoice every time for those
Who again passed the exam somewhere
For courage, for honesty, for success.
Don't you dare forget the teachers.
May life be worthy of their efforts.
Russia is famous for its teachers.
The disciples bring glory to her.
Don't you dare forget the teachers!

Dementiev A.

Our elder friend, our priceless friend,
Our permanent campfire!
fire mighty plant
Noisy with undying foliage.

And he is above our disputes,
And entertainment, and undertakings -
The life-giving fire
You saved our Prometheus.

You deserve this name.
You by your disinterestedness
We were infected and taught
Shine on others, burn yourself.

More than once, bristling evil feathers,
Like Prometheus among the rocks
Eagle of soullessness, mistrust
You shamelessly pecked.

But, having overcome adversity,
As before it shines, crushing the darkness,
Filled with supreme passion,
Inextinguishable soul.

Gives salvation from old age,
And our youth is alive
And on an undying plant
Noisy green foliage.

Love Orphan

Such is the profession - a teacher.
I don't think it's more important.
Teacher, master, educator,
Keeper of knowledge, creator of children's souls,
The teacher holds the whole world on himself.

He polishes generations every year,
Like a jeweler topaz, or diamond.
It would be appropriate to compare here,
Teacher without patience
Leave the profession at the same time.

How much effort does it take
To teach children something.
Sometimes the teacher cries out of impotence
And because labor in the country of Russia
He is not appreciated. How can you not cry.

But they yell at every crossroads
Him: “Shut up! Releasing marriage!
Those words are insulting, of course, biting.
So overexcited teenagers
Courage in anticipation of fights.

Maybe the accusations are true
And worthless to him, the teacher, the price.
After all, children smoke, deceitful, wicked,
Rude, cynical and lazy at heart,
But is it only teachers' fault?

Panchishkina O.

Geography teacher

We are ready to follow you
To crawl into the bowels of the earth,
But the countries are on tour with you.
We would rather study!

biology teacher

For the whole animal world in the answer
Both life and death in one subject.
And we hope soon
By natural selection
Your kind and tired eye
You stop at us!

foreign language teacher

Without an interpreter we can understand you
You have great pronunciation...
We come to the same opinion
Continue learning English.
And you do not ask strictly
After all, we clearly understand
That everyone in the class is in love with English.
And this is clear to everyone:
It's so nice to speak English with you!

History teacher

There is silence in your lessons.
Only your voice is heard
When you are telling a story.
What lived, lives today the whole country
Why is work always respected everywhere ...
We always think a lot at the blackboard
How we live, how we live...
True, we do not always know how to surprise everyone with the answer.
We think what to cite as examples
To get "excellent" in the lesson.

Literature teacher

About how many pages you asked us today!
In thought, we: will we be able to read ???
And we open the book, and we must:
We can't take our eyes off her.
Until we reach the end...
And this is not flattery at all,
What do we say: we respect you
For kindness, psychological approach.
According to Pushkin, we assure you
That everyone and everything we trust you
And we guarantee - your honor
And we boldly entrust ourselves to her.
And yet we have not forgotten you,
After all, you taught us well
Not only writing essays on "five",
And think before you speak!

Computer science teacher

Computer science is a serious science.
Without her today - nowhere.
"Windows" is not an easy thing
It takes a lot of work to know.
But, (name of teacher), you explain your subject in an accessible way
Because you know everything very well.
Find an approach to each of us.
And hence our knowledge. Here!

Math teacher

Your stern look is not indifferent,
Your clear mind is nice to us.
And we are happy and glad,
That we have been faithful for a year!
We chew on math
We do not notice other sciences,
And as a result, we know for sure:
Einsteins we will not die!

Chemistry teacher

Your subject matter is very relevant.
It's very popular among us.
And we ask you: do not scold us,
If we are in the clouds.
You please forgive us -
The chemical process in the brain ...

Music teacher

I am glad that the school has a teacher,
Whom I love the most.
For his music, born of the piano,
I thank him from the bottom of my heart.
Thank you for your kindness and kindness
For a bright moment of luck
And the cry of false notes,
Behind the contests is an exciting tale.
May the Music lesson last forever!

Physics and astronomy teacher

You need to know both physics and astronomy, -
She tells us every now and then.
But we don't get tired of listening to it.
She's good at telling a story
About the current strength and conductor resistance
About part of the galaxy heavenly bodies.
- She's very strict.
You can only hear from the lazy.
But the one who wants to know - knows her science,
And in the lessons - "four", "five"
Received with great success.

physical education teacher

Let's plunge into sports
Let's play volleyball, show judo
After all, [name of teacher] is ours, his teacher
He will cheer us up, where necessary - he will help us.
We understand well
That you need to exercise.
And we will douse ourselves with cold water
And in old age the legs will not be tangled.
Phys-ra is our favorite subject!
And doing every day
We will live in health for many years!

Lesson Objectives:

educational:

improve the ability to analyze text;

analyze several episodes;

show the meaning of Bykov's story "Obelisk";

educational:

on the example of the works of V. Rasputin and V. Bykov to show the teacher's selfless love for children;
fostering respect for the personality of the teacher in the family, society, state;
draw the attention of teachers, parents, students and the public to the problems of increasing the social prestige of the teaching profession

developing:

development of skills to compare, generalize, highlight the main thing;
development of a culture of reader perception artistic text,
understanding of the author's position, figurative and analytical thinking, readers' interests,
development of oral and writing students

Lesson participants:

11th grade students;

school librarian;

parents;

members of the public.

Methodical methods:

teacher's story, conversation on questions, text analysis.

Class layout:

photographs of teachers, drawings based on the works of V. Bykov and V. Rasputin, photographs from the film “French Lessons”, the emblem of the competition “Teacher of the Year”.

During the classes

Word of the teacher and conversation with the participants.

Dear children, dear guests! I am glad to welcome all of you at the public lesson, the theme of which is “Teaching is not work, but renunciation, the ability to give oneself…”. I would like to start our lesson with the legend of the pelican.

Legend of the Pelican

Worried about the fruitless search for food, suffering from hunger, the pelican landed heavily on the nest, where five chicks were impatiently waiting for him. The voices of hungry children tormented the mother's heart. The tired bird rose heavily into the sky and again rushed in search. She flew around and returned with an empty beak. The kids noisily met their mother, pinched, beat her in the chest. The poor bird, obsessed with one passion - to feed its children, did not feel pain. With a strong movement of her beak, she tore her chest. Warm trickles of mother's blood flowed directly into the beaks of hungry chicks. Their life was saved.

The legend of a pelican sacrificing itself to save its offspring has survived centuries and has survived to this day. Today, the pelican in European culture is a symbol of nobility, self-sacrifice and mercy. What do you think, what does this bird have to do with the topic of today's lesson?

- (participants' answers)

I absolutely agree with you. The teacher, like a pelican, gives himself to work, to children. It is no coincidence that the pelican is a symbol of selfless love for children, a symbol of humanism in education. And he is also a symbol of the All-Russian competition “Teacher of the Year”.

Lines from the poem are displayed on the screen:

Teaching is not work, but renunciation,
The ability to give everything
Leave for a long feat and torment,
And see light and grace in this!
- Explain, please, the meaning of these lines.

- (the answers of the participants of the lesson are heard)

In today's lesson, we will try to find out whether “Teaching is really not work, but renunciation, the ability to give oneself completely ...” using the works of V. Rasputin “French Lessons” and V. Bykov “Obelisk” as an example. It seems that these are two such different works, but during the lesson we will try to figure out what unites them.

V. Bykov and V. Rasputin are writers whose lives were scorched by the war.

Vasil Bykov volunteered for the front, participated in many battles, was wounded twice. Once he even got on the list of the dead. The experience was for Bykov the main source of knowledge of the war and the nature of human behavior in the war. In 1972 he wrote the story "Obelisk", for which he was awarded the State Prize of the USSR.

Valentin Rasputin belongs to the generation that lost his childhood because of the war. Military and postwar period for the children of that time, this was a severe test, which fell like a heavy burden on the fragile children's shoulders. This is exactly what Rasputin's story "French Lessons" is about.

Conversation on the story “French Lessons”

What does the title of the story say? (this is a work about school, lessons, peers, teachers).
From whose perspective is the story being told? (on behalf of the author).
Why? (because the story is autobiographical, much of what is described in the story happened to the author himself in the difficult post-war period - in 1948).
What tests fell on the lot of the main character? (hunger, loneliness, separation from home, mother, acute experience of injustice, bitterness of deceit, gambling, humiliation and beating, illness).
Who comes to the aid of the hero in his difficult moments of life? (teacher Lidia Mikhailovna)
How is she trying to help the boy?

(- engaged after school;

Invites to classes at home;

Wants to feed him

Sends a parcel, and, in Eventually, decides on the most desperate step: to play with the hero for money - in the wall.

How do you assess the act of Lydia Mikhailovna?

Did she do the right thing?
What would you do if you were in her place?
How did the “French lessons” end?
Why is Lidia Mikhailovna not trying to justify herself in the eyes of the headmaster, to explain to him the essence of what happened?

(Yes, because he would not understand anything, he is not such a person. She had nothing to justify. In Lidia Mikhailovna’s short and truthful answers, a feeling dignity. In this she is similar to her student).

Why does she take all the blame?
What role does the afterword play?

(The afterword reveals new personality traits of the teacher: she has self-control, a sense of responsibility. She did not betray her state of mind at parting with the boy, supported him, encouraged him).

Let's sum up our conversation about Lydia Mikhailovna by filling out the diagram.

So, what qualities would you single out in Lydia Mikhailovna?

Unselfishness

Ability to help

Sense of responsibility

“The ability to give everything

To which literary hero would you still take these lines?

(to A. I. Moroz from V. Bykov’s story “Obelisk”)

Conversation on the story "Obelisk"

Why is the story called "Obelisk"?

(Firstly, this is a monument to the boys, which was erected by the efforts of Miklashevich in Selce to schoolchildren who were shot in 1942.

Secondly, this same Miklashevich worked all his life for another surname to appear here - the village teacher A.I. Moroz).

Who is Frost?
Who tells the author about Frost? (Tkachuk Timofey, former head of the district)
How did Tkachuk first meet Moroz? (when cutting wood)
Why did the personality of the teacher Frost seem extraordinary to Tkachuk?
How did Frost behave when the war began?
Who was in the group that belonged to Frost? (Kolya Borodin, Timka and Ostap Kazhin, Nikolai and Andrei Smurny, Pavel Miklashevich)
How did the children end up in the hands of the Nazis?
What happened to Frost?
Why Frost decides to leave partisan detachment?
Could Ales Ivanovich have done otherwise?

V. Bykov builds his work on the dispute between Ksendzov and Tkachuk

Let's turn to the last pages of the story and see:

What does Ksendzov claim?

And what does Tkachuk say at the end of the work?

So why was it important for Tkachuk, Miklashevich that the name of Moroz be on the lists on the obelisk? (Because Frost is indeed a real hero. You don't have to kill to make heroic deed. According to Tkachuk, "he did more than if he had killed 100 enemies." “He put his life on the block. Myself. Voluntarily". And how significant that the saved Miklashevich, in turn, became a teacher and, most importantly, the same tireless fighter for truth and justice that Frost was ...

“Sometimes, I look and I can’t get enough,” says Tkachuk about Miklashevich, “well, as if he were A.I. Moroz’s brother. Everything: character, kindness, and integrity.”

Let's take a look at the diagram again. What qualities did the teacher Frost have? (the same as Lidia Mikhailovna).

Unselfishness

Ability to help

Sense of responsibility

“The ability to give everything

“Teaching is not labor, but renunciation…”

Here they are the images of heroic teachers who, at the cost of their lives, sacrifice themselves to children, like a great and powerful pelican bird. And this sacrifice is not in vain.

Writer Valentin Rasputin forever remembered life lesson Lydia Mikhailovna. This teacher really taught him French in the 5th grade, last years She spent her life in France. Maybe thanks to her, he is true to the truth of life. In his works he raises questions of morality, conscience, memory. His stories and novels teach us to live.

The lessons of Ales Ivanovich Moroz did not pass without a trace. The hero of the story Tkachuk reflects decisively: “I think so: the main merit of our existence as a nation and citizens is rural teachers. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's what I think."

Do you agree with this statement?

What is the merit of teachers, including rural ones?

What qualities should a teacher have?

Unselfishness

Ability to help

Sense of responsibility

“The ability to give everything

“Teaching is not labor, but renunciation…”

Is it easy to be a teacher?

Yes, being a teacher is hard. You need to give yourself away, sacrifice free time, hobbies, forget about health, think about students as your own children, take their difficulties to heart. But at the same time, being a teacher is noble and honorable.

Teachers have always been valued in our country, because “Russia is famous for teachers, students bring glory to it!”.

Being a teacher is a calling. A person must feel this way in his soul.

What are the names of teachers who really are teachers with a capital letter. Examples can be given both from life and from works of fiction, films, means mass media. (There are messages and stories of parents, teachers, children about teachers who devoted their whole lives to children. The names of such famous teachers as Ilyin, Sukhomlinsky, Makarenko were named. The names of the teachers of the school Gordina L.Ya., the organizer school museum, Gordina P.A., history teacher, participant of the Great Patriotic War and many others. They remembered the feature films “The First Teacher”, “We'll Live Until Monday”, “You Never Dreamed of” and others.)

And now I invite you to look at photographs of rural teachers who worked at our school in the seventies and eighties. And although they are not very good quality, black and white, but very expensive, because this is our history. ( A presentation about teachers was prepared for the lesson. Photos were collected by teachers, students, parents. During the presentation, the “Crane song” sounds).

Summarizing

In today's lesson, we touched on a very important topic- the subject of teaching. We tried to consider that a teacher is not only a person who gives knowledge, but also possesses the “ability to give oneself completely”, as the heroes of the books of Bykov and Rasputin did.

But the heroism of teachers can be seen not only in books. Remember the September events of 2004 in Beslan. Then the teachers died along with the children. Not a single teacher abandoned their children. Everyone was together. Let's make it together cinquain(small poetic form used to fix emotional assessments at the stage of reflection):

1 line - Teacher

Line 2 - 2 adjectives or participles

Line 3 -3 verbs (description of the topic, words can be combined with conjunctions and prepositions)

4 line - 4 words - sentence (a phrase that shows the author's attitude to the topic in the 1st line)

5 line - one word - association, a synonym that repeats the essence of the topic in the 1st line, usually a noun

At the end of the lesson, it is proposed to watch a video about the teachers of the school.

In memory of today's lesson, I want to give each participant a symbol of nobility - a pelican (presenting an emblem with a pelican).

Homework: Write an essay on the topic "There is such a profession - to teach children."

This week we will all be celebrating Teacher's Day. We cannot imagine life today without secondary school. And, despite all the miracles of technical modernization, the school does not seem to us without Teachers!

And the value of this profession has a place to be. Teachers teach our children to comprehend the basics of science, teach them to live and communicate in a team. They spend a lot of time with our children. Sometimes they know other people's children better than their own parents.

Teachers are also people, and they are different: kind and strict, fair and evil, good and bad. Either way, it's their holiday! And let this one give them gifts of kindness and good luck! After all, than happier teacher the more positive his lessons and the more productive his knowledge.

Let's start congratulating teachers with poems about them.

Poems about teachers

Your modest work knows no price,
Nothing compares to it!
And everyone praises with love
you by a simple name -
Teacher. Who doesn't know him?
The simple name is
That illuminates with the light of knowledge
I live the whole planet!
We originate in you
You are the color of our life,
And let the years melt like candles,
We can't forget you, no!

You led us on the path of knowledge.
Giving us a lot of strength and mind.
How much effort have you put in?
May we always study well!
You taught us to write beautifully,
Solve problems and behave
Always calm, sensitive, patient
And you managed to find an approach to each.

You are constantly at the forefront
At the very junction of the future with the past,
Good with evil, sublime with vulgar,
And tomorrow there will be an invisible battle again:

Another dangerous march
Under the bombs of ignorance and laziness,
To the cape of love, kindness and inspiration -
From the abyss of despair to a hair's breadth...

Under the breast there is always an embrasure of a bunker,
And in the bunker - fragile minds,
You burn day after day at work,
Saving them from the ignorance of darkness.

By lunchtime, the head is heavy,
But in the evening get ready like Budyonny
Break through the barriers
And repel the attack of "House-two".

And at night go to the guard again:
Crib sheets are aimingly pouring into the trench,
And the director's tank with a flasher is driving ...
The wake-up call - it's time to get up!

You are constantly at the forefront
Ears are accustomed to loud cannonades,
Overcoat in chalk - until the parades!
But you got along with fate a long time ago.

Teachers are our heroes
Soldiers of the mighty Salvation Army!
Participants in the great battle
For our growing children.

(Maria Kaluga)

Congratulations to the teacher

The teacher came to class

She's a little older than us.

And I took a lesson

That we forgot about the call.

We wanted to know more

And become adults faster

And choose the right path in life

And look into the future.

Perhaps one of us

Will enter the same way in the school class

And teach such a lesson

That everyone will forget about the call.

(V. Malkov)

Teacher's Day

On an autumn day, when at the threshold

The cold is already breathing

The school celebrates teacher's day

The holiday of wisdom, knowledge of labor.

Teacher's Day! Listen with your heart

In these sounds that are dear to us

Everything related to youth, childhood,

We owe teachers!

The bitterness of the first annoying mistake,

The sweetness of the first difficult victories

Let everything be reflected in a smile,

Radiating wisdom and light.

You are always young at heart

Sharing work and joy with us,

Our strict, our relatives,

Patient teachers!

Your friend

Do you have a good friend

There is no more reliable friend.

Ask about the north and about the south,

About what's around you -

He will answer everything.

Do you remember when he came to class?

Decided everything: severe!

But how much did he find for you

Simple, understandable words!

You at the desk alone

Explained the task.

Help your neighbor

And separated the fighters.

Do you remember, I led you on a hike

In the morning, at seven o'clock?

What bird sings

He spoke in the forest.

Autumn evening has come.

You're already in bed...

The teacher has just revealed

Your heavy portfolio.

You are fast asleep now

You have seen dreams.

And he, bending under the lamp,

Praise: "Five" this time,

Seryozha Ivanov!

Raised good guys

Your friend for many years.

He is now thanked

Collective farmer and poet

Noble scientist, horn,

Artist and combat pilot...

Trusted friend -

Your teacher!

(Y. Akim)

Teacher

Only the morning shines

Only eight breaks

The students are going to class.

Meet the guys there

Someone's sincere look -

Our teacher greets us.

Sparing no labor

He is ready to help us.

Get smarter and grow every year.

As a caring friend

He is in the field of science

Opens the way for us.

Teacher mentors

Not eternal life. The human term is short.

The veterans are leaving.

We are grateful to them for their honest work.

Their knowledge and experience will not die.

Aging and years in spite of

The older ones are followed by the students.

Years go by. The earth is spinning.

Teachers raise pupils.

Their wise look and kind hand -

The textbook is the main one for the student.

The work is immortal, the thread is uninterrupted.

The young ones will come to replace the elders.

And will be accepted at the abandoned post

Teachers hope and dream.

And therefore the commandment is so strong:

"Master, educate a student!"

(L. Sirota)

I hope everyone found something for themselves .... I propose to listen to a kind and quivering song about teachers performed by the ensemble "Multicase"

teachers

words and music by Elena Plotnikova

In a fast paced world
Alarms and events
Fate has given you
Title - "Teacher"

And the heart is open
Good and hope -
Towards the winds
In the endless ocean...

Chorus:

All the colors of September
And the May sun
For you teachers
Let them shine!

Our bright home
Spacious school island
Warm souls with warmth
Under the starry sky.

In the flash of days
The planet spun
planet of knowledge
Truth and light!

And it's so good
What's on this planet
For you without a doubt
The main thing is children!

Chorus.

Patience, love and prosperity to teachers and educators!

With love,

I knew how to please my teachers

I knew how to please my teachers,
He went to the torment, science gnawed granite.
But never knew where to fold
Where should subtraction be done?

Wherever I crawl, wherever I run,
One question torments me again:
Under the plus sign or under the minus sign
All that is realized, perceive?

Alexander Mezhirov

Our older friend

Our elder friend, our priceless friend,
Our permanent campfire!
fire mighty plant
Noisy with undying foliage.

And he is above our disputes,
And entertainment, and undertakings -
The life-giving fire
You saved our Prometheus.

You deserve this name.
You by your disinterestedness
We were infected and taught
Shine on others, burn yourself.

More than once, bristling evil feathers,
Like Prometheus among the rocks
Eagle of soullessness, mistrust
You shamelessly pecked.

But, having overcome adversity,
As before it shines, crushing the darkness,
Filled with supreme passion,
Inextinguishable soul.

Gives salvation from old age,
And our youth is alive
And on an undying plant
Noisy green foliage.

Love Orphan

Who teaches us

Reach out to every heart

Reach out to every heart
Those whom you choose to teach
And the secret door will open
To the souls of those whom I could love!

And some overslept boy
Late for the first lesson
And a naughty girl in the past
Invite to the last call!

And many more years will pass
Maybe someone's fate
And the pain and hardships will disappear,
Stop shooting everywhere!

In the meantime, there will be weekdays of study
And the answers are at the blackboard,
Peace without violence and without malice,
And donated rose petals!

Mark Lvovsky

Like the know-it-all Olya

"Ding-ding-ding!" - the bell rings
That's the end of the lesson.
And the students must
Wipe the chalk off the board with a rag.

Olesya Emelyanova

The teacher came to class

Vadim Malkov

Teachers! They are like a light on the way

not work, but renunciation

Teaching is not work, but renunciation,
The ability to give everything
Leave for a long feat and torment,
And in this to see the light and grace.
Teaching - when in the eyes of the cold
The dawn of understanding will light up,
And you will understand: you tried not fruitlessly
And knowledge scattered not in vain.
Showered with colored rain of bouquets
And illuminated by the brilliance of hundreds of eyes,
Accept, teacher, not a word of hello,
And part of the soul from grateful us!

teaching

There is no better profession in the world

The teacher generously teaches us that

The teacher generously teaches us that
What will be very necessary in life:
Patience, reading, counting and writing,
And loyalty to the native Fatherland.

Viktor Viktorov

Teacher, the days of your life are like one

Teacher, the days of your life, as one,
You dedicate to the school family,
You are all who came to study to you,
You call your children.
But the children grow up, from the school bench
Walking the paths of life
And your lessons are remembered,
And keep you in your heart.
Beloved teacher, dear person,
Be the happiest in the world
Even though it's hard sometimes to get you
Your naughty children.
You rewarded us with friendship and knowledge,
Accept our thanks!
We remember how you led us into people
From timid funny first-graders.

Mikhail Sadovsky

Teacher - three syllables

Not so much,

And how many skills it contains!

Ability to dream! Ability to hold on!

The ability to give yourself to work!

Ability to teach! Ability to create!

The ability to love children selflessly!

Teacher - three syllables.

But what a lot!

And this calling is given to you by God!

Nadezhda Vedenyapina

Teachers, teachers...

There are no better professions!

Stand firmly at the helm,

Opening the door for the child.

The teacher is the most faithful friend,

Will not give out, will not betray;

And if something happens suddenly,

He will give a hand to everyone.

How intense is this work:

Understand and teach.

Always go to the teacher

Students and doctors…

Come into the bright classroom when,

Can't be ignored

Always so cute

Tired eyes.

Oh, how brave is this work:

Bullies, naughty…

Sometimes they lie stubbornly in the eyes.

You must understand them.

Teachers, teachers...

There are no better professions!

Stand firmly at the helm,

Opening the door for the child.

You led us on the path of knowledge.

Giving us a lot of strength and mind.

How much effort have you put in?

May we always study well!

You taught us to write beautifully,

Solve problems and behave

Always calm, sensitive, patient

And you managed to find an approach to each.

You led us on the path of knowledge

Wishes for teachers

In a great life you opened the doors for us,
You taught us not only the alphabet.
Teacher! We love you, we believe in you!
We have received lessons of kindness!
Our journey through life has just begun
Thank you - it started the way it should.
We wish you health and good luck,
Students - good and obedient!

Natalia Ivanova

The cold hands crumpled the apron,
All turned pale, the darling trembles.
Grandma will be sad: granddaughter
Suddenly - a unit!

The teacher looks, as if not believing
These tears in the lowered gaze.
Ah, the unit is a big loss!
First grief!

Tear after tear fell, sparkling,
A page floats in white circles...
Does the teacher know what
Pain is a unit?

Marina Tsvetaeva

In memory of Innokenty Annensky

And the one whom I consider a teacher,
How the shadow passed and did not leave a shadow,
I absorbed all the poison, I drank all this stupidity,
And he waited for glory, and he did not wait for glory,
Who was the harbinger

an omen
He took pity on everyone, breathed into everyone

languor -
And suffocated...

Anna Akhmatova

Such is the profession - a teacher

Such is the profession - a teacher.
I don't think it's more important.
Teacher, master, educator,
Keeper of knowledge, creator of children's souls,
The teacher holds the whole world on himself.

He polishes generations every year,
Like a jeweler topaz, or diamond.
It would be appropriate to compare here,
Teacher without patience
Leave the profession at the same time.

How much effort does it take
To teach children something.
Sometimes the teacher cries out of impotence
And because labor in the country of Russia
He is not appreciated. How can you not cry.

But they yell at every crossroads
Him: “Shut up! Releasing marriage!
Those words are insulting, of course, biting.
So overexcited teenagers
Courage in anticipation of fights.

Maybe the accusations are true
And worthless to him, the teacher, the price.
After all, children smoke, deceitful, wicked,
Rude, cynical and lazy at heart,
But is it only teachers' fault?

Olga Panchishkina

And again in the gilding of poplar,
And the school is like a ship at the pier,
Where teachers wait for students
To start a new life.

There is no richer and more generous in the world,
Than these people, forever young.
We remember all our teachers
Although they themselves are almost gray-haired.

They are in the fate of each of us,
They pass through it like a red thread.
We proudly pronounce every time
Simple three words: "This is my teacher."

We are all in his best hands:
Scientist, doctor, politician and builder…
Live always in your students
And be happy, our captain is a teacher!

And again in the gilding of poplar

Teacher, school teacher!

You worry about us

Rush invisibly into space,

Go to the taiga to search

Into the desert along unsteady dunes,

In the sea foam road ...

We are your eternal youth

Hope, joy, anxiety.

You still have no peace

Devoted all his life to children.

teacher, school teacher

A cheerful bell sounded
In yellow-red September,
School doors opened
Our noisy children.
In a long life exam
On the track indirect
Will lead to the land of knowledge
Our teacher is the helmsman.

A cheerful bell sounded

Teacher, how much patience

Soul beautiful and very kind,

You are strong with talent and generous with your heart

All your ideas, dreams of beauty,

Lessons, undertakings will not be in vain!

You managed to find the way to the children,

May you have success along the way!

Soul beautiful and very kind

A Word About the Teacher

"Sow reasonable, good, eternal..."
N. A. Nekrasov

I saw poets
in bronze and granite,
And met kings
on copper horses.
The names of the great
in gilding letters
Blaze brightly
in the rays of the sun.

I am for justice!
Should have put
Somewhere on the street
modest pedestal -
Monument to the Teacher...
And on it would be the inscription:
“Without him, Pushkin would
Pushkin did not.

Without him, there would be Matrosov
did not go under the bullets,
I wouldn't close my heart
loopholes
Without him, people would
did not step into space,
And it would not be kind
unreasonable sowing…”

Life won't end
if there is a teacher:
Strict and not very
old, young...
If he comes
to the school dormitory
That won't stop
our earthly ball.

Kohl sometimes at night
he sits tired
With a pile of notebooks
future Tolstoy,
So, put it back
somewhere pedestals
With new names
in strings of gold.

So again Tchaikovsky
born somewhere
And magical music
delight souls.
So again Russia
who will be proud
So again the teacher
will visit the earth.

Remember teachers!
Does he need a lot?
News, smile,
say hello...
Years in his hair
attacked with silver
But in the soul of the teacher
the light won't go out.

Will he still
an asterisk for youth,
The heart won't get tired
beat in unison
With children's hearts.
Wisdom Wisps
He has sly eyes
will ignite.

Remember teachers
somewhere under the stars
Starship Confident
heading up!
Remember teachers!
And forever remember
Those cherished words:
“You are learning. Learn!”

Vladimir Evplukhin

For mentors

Not eternal life. The human term is short.
The veterans are leaving.
We are grateful to them for their honest work.
Their knowledge and experience will not die.
Aging and years in spite of
The older ones are followed by the students.
Years go by. The earth is spinning.
Teachers raise pupils.
Their wise look and kind hand -
The textbook is the main one for the student.
The work is immortal, the thread is uninterrupted.
The young ones will come to replace the elders.
And will be accepted at the abandoned post
Teachers hope and dream.
And therefore the commandment is so strong:
"Master, educate a student!"

Don't you dare forget the teachers

Don't you dare forget the teachers.
They care about us and remember.
And in the silence of thoughtful rooms
Waiting for our return and news.
They miss these infrequent meetings.
And no matter how many years have passed,
Teacher Happiness Happens
From our student victories.
And sometimes we are so indifferent to them:
On New Year's Eve we do not send them congratulations.
And in the bustle or simply out of laziness
We don't write, we don't visit, we don't call.
They are waiting for us. They are watching us
And rejoice every time for those
Who again passed the exam somewhere
For courage, for honesty, for success.
Don't you dare forget the teachers.
May life be worthy of their efforts.
Russia is famous for its teachers.
The disciples bring glory to her.
Don't you dare forget the teachers!

Andrey Dementiev

We don't always notice

I'm still a small child

You are needed, needed forever

I remember now

And here is the call

teacher

Teacher, what a beautiful word

Teacher! What a wonderful word.
It is our life and light and basis.
Shines for us as a guiding star
And leads into the world of new knowledge.

Teacher! What a lofty word!
We repeat it over and over.
Our senior comrade, our sincere friend.
He is the key that opens the fount of science!

You can learn everything in life
Implement many new ideas
But a teacher must be born,
To live on earth for children.

Nadezhda Vedenyapina

Being a teacher is a calling

Being a teacher is a calling.
You need to love children so much
To soul and diligence
Give them without a trace.
Be a role model
Interesting to explain
To have all desire
Answer in class.

Olga Poveshchenko

I’ll go to the blackboard to explain. And the heart, I know, will be young
As long as the sacred fire will be with him.
Your soul from all sorts of adversities
The healing flame will save.
It will help us along the way.
The trickiest riddles to beat.
It will still help, and more than once,
My teacher, continue you in business!
Teacher! Even after many years
The light you lit will not go out!

Teacher! Even after many years

Teachers

Good luck, rural and urban
respected teachers,
Good, bad and none
captains on the ship's bridge!
Good luck to you, debutants and aces, good luck!
Especially in the morning
when you enter the classrooms,
Some are like in a cage, others are like in a temple.
Good luck to you, busy things,
which can not be completed anyway,
Tightly shackled
Instructions and shouts from the city government.
Good luck to you, different looking,
with tricks and without any tricks,
loving or hating
these - be they three times ... - children.
You know I still believe
that if the earth remains alive,
the highest dignity of mankind
will someday be teachers!
Not in words, but in things of tradition,
which tomorrow's life to match.
The teacher must be born
and only after that - to become.
There will be talented-daring wisdom in him,
He will carry the sun on his wing.
Teaching is a long-range profession
Home on Earth!

Robert Rozhdestvensky

If there was no teacher

If there were no teacher
That would not have been, probably
Neither a poet nor a thinker,
Neither Shakespeare nor Copernicus.

And still would probably
If there were no teacher
Undiscovered Americas
Remained unopened.

And we would not be Icarus,
We would never take to the sky
If in us his efforts
Wings were not grown.

Without him, a good heart
The world was not so amazing.
Because we are very expensive
The name of our teacher! Decency and honesty.
Many wince from chatter,
empty briskness,
They teach by example
Elemental resilience…
They have a strong mental core
Respect their calling.
Some are deserving
Others, yes
Without any title!
When you comprehend that in personal destiny
Not all theorems are proven
Old teachers to you
They seem like family!
Invisibly shoulder support
Chicks of his tribe.
Talk to them - and there is something -
Yes, somehow there is no time.

Teachers are different

In big cities and villages
The bell rings in the morning
And the guys rush to school -
The lesson starts.
On the teacher inquisitively
Seeing so many different eyes!
Answers patiently
He's a hundred questions an hour!
"Why does the sun go down?"
"Where does the hippo sleep?"
"Does an elephant ever laugh?"
"Why is it raining? »
If it is difficult, he will help,
It is not clear - explain.
Whirlwind brawlers too
Reconcile very quickly.
No, the teacher is not a magician,
You just have to know a lot.
Don't be lazy tutorial
Also open more often.

Portal for the student. Self-training

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