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 she hid still very small kittens in the bushes. 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, 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 visited 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. He was Brown 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 the dog is 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 is like some fairy tale character, picked up the bag and looked at me green eyes, apologizing for her awkwardness, and also added that it was heavy 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...
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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. These are my classmates,” he said. We all looked at the elderly man.
In an essay on the topic Interesting meeting” you can write, for example, about a meeting with a friend who has not been seen for a long time and who has changed a lot for the better. For example, school friend moved to another school, and after a couple of years you meet him matured. A friend tells you about his hobbies, that he became interested, for example, in playing the guitar, and also began to devote a lot of time to sports. A friend tells you about his hobbies, that he became interested, for example, in playing the guitar, and also began to devote a lot of time to sports.
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.
And an interesting meeting can happen on the street with an ordinary cat. How the cat stopped at his feet, looked with plaintive eyes, and in his eyes you read about his independence and impudence. And looked at the cat with different eyes.
We got into a conversation, and I learned something about a new acquaintance that immediately singled him out from among all my friends, with whom, of course, I also value friendship. This “belief” blew me away. It was so interesting to talk to a deeply religious person!
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Composition on the topic Interesting meeting.
We were asked to write an essay in Russian: An interesting meeting. It feels like the teacher really knew that I could write this essay, because an interesting meeting really happened to me. I met amazing person.
When writing an essay on the topic “Interesting meeting”, you must first determine which meeting you will describe. You can meet not only a person, but also a cute animal.
In life, absolutely unexpected encounters happen. Just such an incredibly interesting meeting happened to me recently. I met an amazing person.
And one day, returning from our walk, we saw a cat on a bench. She sat quietly and looked at all the people passing by. She must have been bored and lonely. At my request, my mother and I came closer to the cat. She turned her head towards us and meowed loudly. 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.
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An interesting meeting - There are completely unexpected meetings. I had such an unusually interesting meeting quite recently. I met an amazing person. I ran into this boy on our stairs while taking out the trash. I immediately drew attention to his eyes - they were boundlessly blue, as if I looked into the depths of the sea. - Hi! - I said, almost dropping the trash can in surprise. And the boy answered so culturally and politely that I felt uneasy: - Good day to you! We got into a conversation, and I learned something about a new acquaintance that immediately singled him out from among all my friends, with whom, of course, I also value friendship. Sasha, that was the name of my friend, he studied at extraordinary place. I didn't even know they still existed parochial schools! But it turns out that there are such people, and Sasha studied in one of them. “Because my dad is a priest, and I myself believe,” the boy explained with blue eyes. This “belief” blew me away. It was so interesting to talk to a deeply religious person! From conversations with my new neighbor, I learned a lot about life, about God, about religious precepts. And all Sasha's words were deeply felt and not as labored and uninteresting as it usually happens when adults begin to tell us, children, about God and religion. I am very glad that I now have such a friend, and I am grateful for that chance meeting!
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An interesting meeting- At school, in the lessons of history and literature, we are told a lot about the Great Patriotic War. But these events were so long ago that we somehow missed everything. We also knew that Petya, our classmate, has a great-grandfather who went through the whole war. But he didn't talk much about him. And we never asked.
But one day everything changed. This happened by accident. We all went for a walk in the park. Petya was not with us that day. We played and jumped in the park. Suddenly our attention was attracted by a group of elderly people, among whom we saw Petka and other guys unfamiliar to us. We wondered what he was doing there and why he had not come with us.
We ran to a classmate. He saw us and rejoiced. Taking one of the old men by the hand, Petya walked towards us. "Grandpa, meet me. These are my classmates,” he said. We all looked at the elderly man. But it wasn't his appearance that attracted us. There was nothing unusual about her. We were drawn to something else. Awards hung on the man's chest. There were so many of them that there was no free space left on the jacket.
Grandfather smiled and greeted us affectionately. It turns out that on this day he met with his fellow soldiers, and Petka went with him. We sat down on a bench and began to listen to the stories of old veterans. They recalled battles, dead comrades, funny stories from their military youth. For the first time, we touched the war so closely that we forgot about pranks and games.
And the veterans all remembered and remembered their youth, how they fought, defending their country. We have never heard such exciting stories. It was the most interesting meeting that we will remember forever. Now the lessons about the Great Patriotic War are not empty for us, because before us are the living faces of people who fought for our happy life.
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Everyone has had a completely unexpected, but interesting meeting in their lives. 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 have such events 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.
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, - having said this, the granny burst out laughing so much that I was afraid that the orderlies would now 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.
- Of course. 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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