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At your request, we present to you modern fables of Impulsarism (Dimetriy Bogdanov) on the topic: school fables, fables about bosses

Fables about school. Fables about teaching. Modern fables

Fables about the boss - read below

choir school

According to the protocol approved by Medved

A choir school was opened in the forest

For teaching animals to vocalize.

Jackal was appointed director.

He was also instructed to recruit a staff,

Decide who will teach there.

The jackal recruited his own kind, canines,

To kill everyone for him and eat them ready.

And the fact that they cannot sing is nonsense,

Not to sing so howl will be taught without difficulty.

And where are the nightingales, reputed to be singers?

And other vocal talents?

There is no place for them at the Jackal's school.

What? Tell me, does this not happen in real life?

Yes, all around. Who doesn't know about it

How vacancies and states are filled ...

I don't see the point in continuing the debate.

What vocals can be

If howls rule the ball,

When jackals are all around

We are in command of the parade. :)

With the upcoming great holiday!

Publication Certificate No. 110032703302

How scary the rhinoceros is at school. Fable

The rhinoceros once decided

Conduct a lesson in elementary school

I note only in the power of God

From the beast to make a teacher.

I was, and sometimes I myself do not mind

Help the teachers

Yes, it looks like it's destined

I am the only one who can wield the pen.

But there will be the right to argue,

Our hero was, alas, not a genius

And to hide this flaw

He decided to use a trick.

What is the most important thing for a teacher?

If the gift to teach children is from God,

There is help for all teachers,

Maintain discipline strictly

Punish with a stern look

And do not get tired of the lessons.

But while I was writing to you,

The time for work has already arrived.

Our teacher is ready

For the lesson,

Wearing pince-nez with a chain

Though the eye does not see in it.

He enters the class for the first time

And he says sternly:

Let only one of you

Won't learn a lesson.

I'll punish the bastard

Which will be very bad.

So for acquaintance and passed

At least half a lesson.

Well now who am I

You must understand everything

We'll be topic number two

Study today.

Went down in a whisper

Meanwhile, walking around the classroom

Silent murmurs of children.

The beast, stammering, revered,

Until I'm tired of boredom.

I took out my watch and took a deep breath.

Thought about the end of the lesson

And to pass the time

Told me to ask questions.

He was asked this question

What subject did we study?

The subject, the teacher answered,

The subject is such a lesson.

Then I read the beginning of the book:

The novel "Love Intrigues".

Who planted this book

He said, turning purple,

What do you think, I

Those sitting here are dumber?

All the school bell judged

Fruitless stopping the lesson.

__________________________

I'm sure you've met

Over the years

And noted with regret

Teachers carrying nonsense.

How sorry I am for you

When out of boredom

Eyes do not see the lines of the sheet,

Do not climb into the head of science

And burns green melancholy.

My friends! What anguish

We then experienced

And relearn the sciences

It doesn't take much work.

So to get rid of boredom

From now on, once and for all

Drive away the beasts of science

Here is my advice to you gentlemen.

Publication Certificate No. 106041500931

Schoolchildren fable Cockerel

In the teachings I will shut everyone up by the belt

Just move my finger

In all sciences I am a master

I decide easily - that's it!

All these x's, y's and equations

All this is just entertainment for me

As a famous artist...

Our cockerel in the coop

He praised himself so much

And five five is only four

He told his chickens so.

And his famous "Ku-ka-re-ku"

I wrote in a notebook through "Yu"

He doesn't know if he spelled his last name correctly.

I don't want to be friends

Such a friend

By chance in your class

Haven't you seen this "Petushka"?

Publication Certificate No. 113010302233

Literature-physical education. Fable

In Literary Newspaper

What will children learn

Read in detail without embellishment

The law was invented for us:

So that the children are all healthy

They don't need to learn Russian

It is easier for the illiterate to live.

And you need to be strong

Work in the field, no cure

(Working is easier than learning)

Drive a car, trade.

You don't need to know for this.

Neither Russian, nor literature,

But life safety and physical education

They are all required to study.

Remove everything else!

In the chambers of the Duma deputies

While everyone speaks Russian...

These laws are adopted

What we learn is up to us.

Let them accept the exam.

Publication Certificate No. 111052301872

Fables about the director. Fables about the boss. Modern fables

The fable of Mikola the director

Mykola was an important director,

Fought with the truth homespun,

He often spread his hands

Ile to take care of

Young girl. For her pleasure

Follow the fashion news

In faded jeans and a bandana

Walked. And sitting on the couch

Smoking while looking at the smoke

What melts like a gray cloud.

Loved on statements from below

Put a signature or visa

Draw some. And then

I hurried to the banquet hall, where the guests

Sat together at the table

Rich food and wine.

He told them an oriental toast

And clinked glasses. on purpose

Hurry to disappear into the office

With a girl. Not turning on the light

Throw out desires.

Then exclaiming: goodbye! -

Get in the car and drive like the wind

To a grouchy wife and children.

From the threshold to shout: there is no power!

And collapse into a chair, so that beautiful

And flip through a fashion magazine.

And moving to the sofa

Fall into a slumber for an hour or two ...

Then have a cup of tea. And by the way,

End the day in your bed.

I'm used to the fact that everyone around trembles,

They bring gifts. And what slander -

All nonsense. The people are accustomed

Sharpen your tongue with words.

Loved cognac and pineapples,

had huge reserves

"Narzan", cigarettes, sweets.

And in the fridge - a snack

A couple of bottles of Russian vodka.

Caviar, salmon and olives

And lard with pepper (from Ukraine).

Everyone went to him: bandits,

catering manager,

Director of the bathhouse, well-known doctor

And the prosecutor, and even the local

Banker .. He was friends with everyone

And even lived a very nice life ...

... When Mikola got old,

Decided to retire completely.

He remembered in the garden on the bench

About Lyuda, Valechka and Klavka,

About secret connections in the office,

About the best times in the world -

When a favor is for a favor...

And humbly waited for the wife

(There is no grumpier woman in the world!)

Roar: Mikola, for lunch!

He did exercises in the morning,

Weeded the weeds in the beds,

I fished on the pond ... And with my grandson

He shot sparrows with a bow.

Tired of all the containers-bars

And he began to write memoirs.

Publication Certificate No. 109061904503

The fable about the Head Hare and just the Beaver

Once a hare (whom Leo put

Look after part of the forest) where the clearing

And where the hole used to gape,

Decided to have a youth day

And Leo without fail to invite,

To show that it was not put in vain,

That everything is in order in the meadow,

Not only is there no garbage here,

Everything blooms here, and for the animals

He opened a playing garden here.

Played music in the morning

And the animals were waiting for the visit of the Lion.

A hare with clean teeth

He stood on a stump in the middle of a clearing.

He structured his speech like this:

I got up on a stump, I look - a mess.

I put so much effort into this

For the children to have fun

So that on the entrusted land

All animals lived in beauty.

Because I have to take care

Don't waste your paycheck!

And Leo said: "Yes! You must!

And we thank you.

Okay, let's even reward

And we'll give three hundred money

For your kind welcome.

Though you are your duty

Presented as if merit,

It's like he's done a favor."

And the animals grinned deafly,

And the Hare remembered 3 rubles,

What generously gave Beaver

For his work and kindness,

When he puffed in the clearing,

And he made a beautiful garden in a hole.

What is obligatory

We are rewarded for some reason.

Maybe it's a trifle

But it went like this:

One day a Beaver was walking through a clearing

And he saw a hole overgrown with weeds.

"How ugly it is!" - he decided -

After all, I once landed here.

And before, an ant crawled here,

Daisies bloomed, soft grass.

Here was a capercaillie once had a house,

And now only rubbish and windbreak.

The squirrels played leapfrog here ...

I'll take it and put things in order here!

Not good when in the central part of the forest

It's such a mess."

Seeing beauty one morning

Hare gave 3 rubles to the Beaver,

Saying: "Remember kindness!

I wanted to hire you

But there were too many things to do.

Well, I ran on business!"

At that time he heard

What's in the swampy wilderness

Decided to mow the reeds

And clean up the old pond

Goose, Duck and Camel.

Such an incident happened

And look at the root - just a disgrace!

Publication Certificate No. 114041505909

Fable "Bad marks"

Fomicheva Natalia Albertovna, educator, MDOU kindergarten of a general developmental type No. 30 "Teremok", Rybinsk, Yaroslavl region.
Description:
The fable is of interest to teachers, preschool educators, parents, children of senior preschool and school age. The poem can be used during a class hour, a parent meeting, when discussing the progress of students.
Target: drawing the attention of parents and students to the problem of getting low grades and their true reason;
Tasks:
- evoke a sense of responsibility of all participants in the pedagogical process;
- to form the desire to work, the desire for conscientious acquisition of knowledge;
- to cultivate the principle of justice, self-criticism;
- to form an objective self-assessment of students.

Every parent loves his child, approves of him, sincerely admires him violently.
In the classroom, the student suddenly discovers that the teacher's grades do not at all coincide with what he was used to at home. After all, the teacher evaluates not the child himself, but his knowledge and skills. The discrepancy between the children's claims for high marks and the real assessment of the results of his student work develops into a conflict.
Pedagogically incompetent parents often have the opinion that there is a specific culprit in the low academic performance of their child - the teacher.
I bring to your attention the author's fable "Bad marks".
The plot was taken from life. This is a kind of illustration for the school parent meeting, which I had to attend.
Parents attacked the teacher with indignation and dissatisfaction with the low grades of their children. Some parental phrases, quotations are given without any literary processing.
The moral of the fable is clear to everyone: the reason for bad marks lies not in the one who puts them, but in those who only deserve them.

Bad marks

In the animal school it was decided

Teach everyone graceful ballroom dancing.
Parents dreamed so long ago
And the children promised them to try.

The teacher was the Swan - a bird,
That even among her own - the empress.
Everything in it from speech to movement
It was worthy of admiration!

Uneven she got the class
As it is found everywhere with us.
In it were: a hedgehog, magpies,
Wolf cubs, lynx and seven hares,
Boar, woodpecker, cubs
Yes, a couple of ugly swans.

Out of envy then the students
Abandoned all ballroom teaching.
And at home they said about the swan,
What are not lessons from her - torment!

And all animal parents became
Blame among themselves, scold the teacher!
Squeak, crackle, knock, roar -
It's easy for animals to get mad.

And in our life replicas are heard:
“The teacher is too strict! We are shocked by the grades!”
And you just need to look from the side
On the "pa" of their lazy children.

Krylov's fables are fascinating, interesting, written from the heart for children and adults. They are familiar to people of other countries and have been translated into more than fifty languages ​​of the world.

Today I decided to introduce you to some works (and help someone refresh them in memory) of our great fabulist Ivan Andreevich Krylov. These are fables that are practically not studied at school and are rarely included in favorites.

Elephant in the event

Once upon a time, the Elephant fell into the hands of the Lion.
In a minute, a rumor passed through the forests,
And so, as usual, guesses went
How did the Elephant get into mercy?
Not that handsome, not that he is funny;
What a trick, what a grip!
Animals talk to each other.
“Whenever,” says the Fox, wagging his tail, “
He had a fluffy tail
I wouldn't be surprised." - "Or, sister, -
The Bear said - at least on the claws
He became random
No one would consider it extraordinary:
Yes, he is without claws, then we all know
Didn't he enter the case with fangs?
Their Ox spoke:
“Didn’t they consider them horns?” -
“So you don’t know,” said the Donkey,
Ears clapping - what could he fall in love with
And to know to achieve?
And so I guessed -
Without long ears, he would not have been in mercy.
________
Often we, although we do not notice it,
We gladly magnify ourselves in others.

wolf and cat

The wolf ran from the forest to the village,
Not to visit, but saving the stomach;
For his skin he trembled:
The hunters were chasing him and the pack of hounds.
He would be glad to be the first to slink the gate here,
Yes, it's only grief
That all the gates are locked.
Here sees my wolf on the fence
Kota
And he prays: “Vasenka, my friend! tell me soon
Which of the men is kinder here,
To shelter me from my evil enemies?
You hear the barking of dogs and the terrible sound of horns!
It's all behind me." - “Ask Stepan soon;
He is a kind man, ”Kot-Vaska says.
“That's right; Yes, I skinned a ram from him. —
"Well, try with Demyan." —
“I’m afraid that he is angry with me too:
I took the goat away from him.” —
"Run, Trofim lives over there." —
“To Trofim? No, I'm afraid to meet him:
He has been threatening me since spring for a lamb!” —
"Well, that's bad! “But maybe Klim will cover you!” —
“Oh, Vasya, I slaughtered his calf!” —
“What do I see, godfather! You annoyed everyone in the village, -
Then Vaska said to the Wolf, -
What kind of protection did you promise yourself here?
No, our men are not so much of little use,
So that they save you to your misfortune.
And you're right - blame yourself:
What you sow, so reap."

Squirrel

Belka served with Leo.
I don't know how or what; but it's just a matter of
That Belkin's service is pleasing to Leo;
And to please Leo, of course, is not a trifle.
For that, she was promised a whole cartload of nuts.
Promised - meanwhile, it flies away all the time;
And my squirrel is often hungry
And he bares his teeth before the Lion through tears.
He will look: in the forest here and there they flash
Her girlfriends in the sky;
She only blinks her eyes; but one
Know yourself nuts click and click.
But our Squirrel is only a step to the hazel,
Looks - it is impossible in any way;
They call her to the service of Leo, then they push her.
Here Squirrel, finally, has already become and old
And Leo got bored: it’s time for her to retire.
Belka was resigned,
And sure enough, a whole cartload of nuts was sent to her.
Glorious nuts, which the world has not seen;
All for selection: nut to nut - a miracle!
Only one thing is bad -
Squirrel hasn't had teeth for a long time.

Donkey

The peasant had a donkey,
And so he seemed to behave quietly,
That the peasant could not boast of them;
And so that he could not fall into the forest -
A man put a bell around his neck.
My Donkey pouted: he began to put on airs, be proud
(About the orders, of course, he heard),
And he thinks that now he has become a big gentleman;
But a new rank came out to the Donkey, poor thing, juice
(That may serve as a lesson to more than one Donkey).
You must say in advance:
There was not much honor in Oslo;
But before the call, everything went off happily for him:
Will it go into rye, into oats, or into the garden, -
He will eat his fill and go out quietly.
Now things have gone differently:
Wherever my noble lord goes,
A new rank ringing around the neck incessantly.
Looks: the owner, taking a club,
Drives now from the rye, now from the ridges my cattle;
And there is a neighbor, in oats I heard the sound of a call,
The donkey tosses its sides with a stake.
Well, so that our poor nobleman
Until the autumn withered,
And the bones of the Donkey were only yes skin.
___________
And people in ranks
With rogues, the same trouble: while the rank is small and poor,
That rogue is not yet so noticeable;
But an important rank on a rogue is like a bell:
The sound from him is both loud and distant.

fox builder

Some kind of Leo was a big hunter before chickens;
However, they were bad with him:
Yes, this is not a miracle!
Access to them was too free.
So they were stolen
The chickens themselves were gone.
To help this loss and sorrow,
Lion decided to build a large chicken yard
And so to steal and settle it,
To keep the thieves away
And the chickens would have contentment and space in it.
Here the Lion is informed that the Fox
Great build craftswoman -
And she was assigned the task
It was started and finished with success;
Lisa attached to it
Everything: both diligence and skill.
We looked, we saw: the structure is a feast for the eyes!
And besides, everything is there, whatever you ask here:
Food under the nose, roosts are stuck everywhere,
There is shelter from cold and heat,
And secluded places for hens.
All glory to Lisanka and honor!
A rich reward was given to her
And immediately the command:
Transfer the chickens to the housewarming party immediately.
But is there any benefit in change?
No: it seems that the yard is strong,
And the fence is dense and high -
And the chickens are all over the place from time to time.
Where the trouble is, they could not think of.
But Leo told me to watch. Whom did they ambush?
The same fox-villain.
Although it is true that she brought the structure so,
So that no one breaks into it, no way,
Yes, only for myself left a loophole.

Miller

At Melnik, the water sucked the dam;
The trouble would not be great at first,
Whenever you put your hands on;
But by the way? My miller does not think to grieve;
And the flow becomes stronger day by day:
Water beats like a bucket.
"Hey, Melnik, don't yawn! It's time
It's time for you to grab your mind!"
And Melnik says: “Far from trouble,
Not the sea I need water,
And the mill is rich in it for all my life.
He sleeps, meanwhile
Water runs like a tub.
And then the trouble came:
The millstone has become, the mill does not serve.
My miller missed: and groans, and grieves,
And he thinks how to save water.
Here he is at the dam, examining the flow,
I saw that chickens came to the river to get drunk.
“Unfit! - shouts, - Corydalis, fools!
Even without you, I don't know where to get water;
And you came here to drink it to your heart's content."
And they grab a log!
What did you do to help yourself?
Without chickens and without water, he went to his courtyard.
________
I saw sometimes
What are these gentlemen
(And this fable was made to them as a gift),
Which is not a pity to litter with a thousand,
And they think to help the economy,
If the candles save the cinder,
And we are happy for him to raise sodom with people.
With such care, is it a curiosity that the house
Will it go upside down soon?

Tree

Seeing that the Peasant was carrying an ax,
"Darling," said the young tree,
Perhaps cut down the forest around me,
I can't grow up alone
I can't see the light of the sun
There is no space for my roots,
Nor the breezes around me of freedom,
Such over me he deigned to weave vaults!
If it were not for him to grow a hindrance to me,
In a year I would become the beauty of this country,
And the whole valley would be covered with my shadow;
And now I’m thin, almost like a twig.”
The peasant took up the ax,
And the Tree, as a friend,
He provided a service:
Around the Tree a large expanse was cleared;
But his triumph was short-lived!
That sun bakes the tree,
That hail, then the rain whips,
And finally, the tree was broken by the wind.
“Crazy! - the Snake told him here, -
Is your trouble not from you?
When, hidden in the forest, you grew,
Neither the heat nor the winds could harm you,
Old trees would take care of you;
And if once there were no trees,
And their time would have passed
Then in your turn you would have grown so much,
Strengthened and strengthened
That the current trouble would not have happened to you,
And the storm, maybe you could withstand it!

Leo and Bars

Once upon a time, in the old days,
Lion with Bars waged a long war
For disputed forests, for wilds, for dens.
To sue by rights - they had a different temper;
Yes, those who are strong in rights are often blind.
They have their own charter for this:
Whoever wins is right.
However, finally, it’s not forever to fight -
And the claws become dull:
Heroes by rights decided to figure it out.
They intended to stop the affairs of the military,
End all strife
Then, as usual, conclude eternal peace
Until the first fight.
"Let's appoint soon
We are secretaries from ourselves, -
Bars offers the lion, - and how their mind will judge,
Let it be.
For example, I will define a Cat for this:
The animal is at least unsightly, but its conscience is clear;
And you appoint the Donkey: he is of a noble rank,
And, by the way, to say here,
Where is he with you enviable cattle!
Believe me, as a friend, to me: advice and your whole court
His hooves are hardly worth it.
Let's rely on
On what
With my Kitty, he will arrange it.
And Leo approved the thought of Bars
No dispute
But not the Donkey, he dressed up the Fox
He from himself for this analysis,
Saying to himself (as you can see, he knew the world):
“Whoever the enemy praises us, it’s true, there’s no use.”

motley sheep

The lion of the motley did not like the sheep.
It would simply not be difficult for him to translate them;
But that would be unfair -
He did not wear a crown in the forests,
To strangle subjects, but give them punishment;
And there is no patience to see a motley sheep!
How to sell them and save your glory in the world?
And now he calls to himself
He bears with the Fox for advice -
And reveals the secret to them,
That, seeing a motley sheep, every time he
Eyes suffer all day
And what will come to him completely lose his eyes,
And how to help such a disaster, he does not know at all.
"Almighty Lion! - said, frowning, Bear, -
Why is there so much talk?
Veli without long-distance fees
Choke the sheep. Who cares about them?"
The fox, seeing that the Lion frowned,
He humbly says: “O king! Our good king!
You will surely forbid to drive this poor creature -
And don't shed innocent blood.
I dare to utter another advice:
Give a command to take the meadows to them,
Where would there be abundant food for queens
And where to jump, run for the lambs.
And since we have a shortage of shepherds here,
Then command the sheep to feed the wolves.
I don't know, somehow it seems to me
That their kind will be translated by itself.
In the meantime, let them be blissful,
And no matter what happens, you will be on the sidelines.”
The fox opinion in the council has taken power
And it went so well that, finally,
Not only motley sheep there -
And there were few smooth ones.
What kind of animals went on this rumor? -
That Leo would be good, but all the villains are wolves.

nightingales

Some kind of birder
In the spring I caught Solovyov in the groves.
The singers are seated in cages and sang,
It would be better if they wanted to walk through the forests:
When you are in prison, are you really here before the songs?
But there is nothing to do: they sing,
Some from grief, some from boredom.
Of these, one poor Nightingale
He endured all the more flour:
He was separated from his girlfriend.
He is sicker than everyone in captivity.
Through the tears from the cage, he looks into the field;
Yearning day and night;
However, he thinks: “Evil cannot be helped by sadness:
The madman cries only from distress,
And the smart one is looking for means,
How I am burning to help;
And it seems that I can get the trouble off my neck:
After all, we were not caught in order to eat,
The owner, I see, is a hunter to listen to songs.
So if I please him with my voice,
Maybe I'll earn my own reward
And he ends my captivity."
So he reasoned - and my singer began:
And with a song he praises the dawn of vespers,
And he greets the sunrise with songs.
But what happened, finally?
He only aggravated his evil fate.
Who sang badly, for those long ago
The owner opened both the cages and the window
And let them all loose;
And my poor Nightingale,
Than he sang more pleasantly and tenderly,
That guarded him more densely.

These are quiet passion-bearers undergoing torment school maladaptation to the delight of mom and teachers. Such children are crucified on school scoreboard for the whole school life. From a brief overview of options school disadaptation, it is easy to conclude that ... the child is ready for school, and how quickly and harmoniously this adaptation took place. success in life an adult person is 99% dependent on his success in school years. Success at school should be understood not only as good grades and "exemplary" ...

https://www.site/psychology/14549

We measured pussies with a ruler,
Then everything seemed interesting to us.
Dried out teenage dreams
Growing up, smiling at change.

Friends, what has happened to you now!
What yardstick can measure everything?
I know those days were not in vain
Easy to get used to...

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Such a singularity? Singularity is when energy turns into matter and the reverse process. Any movement - life! Life is creativity in existence. Static - energy tending to move. Let's consider the Universal explosion, when... into Energy, but with a mature mindset. Such Energy can consciously reshape itself into any form of existence and live life forms with her mind. In the process of evolution, the Mind improves and improves the form in which it is located.... And...

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Life flows and past with brilliance ...

Life flows, and past with brilliance
Cities fly by.
Everything will pass, from the heart with a bang
Will break forever.

People, buildings, cares -
Everything flickers outside the window,
On the way to work
Everyone dreams of their own.

In this life the monotony
Suddenly a man comes...

https://www.site/poetry/1103920

Life is like a treadmill

Life is like a treadmill!
I ran, but I stand still...
They say have a little patience
After all, you are from a different test.

And I tore a vest on my chest
Out of anger or annoyance...
How you do not want to be a mongrel,
And live like those fat asses ...

We write fables. 6th grade

goose and ducklings

The sun shone brightly on a hot summer day,

And the duck took the family for a walk.

The ducklings were too lazy to follow their mother,

And they set off together to the bank of the river.

And there in the water sat a grouchy goose

And everything was wrong for him:

Why make noise? Why splash?

After all, you can just admire

Nature.

He grumbled for a long time. The ducklings are bored.

Here mother duck swam up:

Well, why are you sitting?

Look at me and repeat like this.

Ducklings swam merrily along the river,

And the goose got down to business again,

He began to grumble, but he was left alone.

Elizaveta Karpenko, 6-B class

Sparrow - thief

Under the roof of house number 5

There lived a gray sparrow.

He was a terrible tomboy

Thief and liar.

He boasted to a neighbor from house number 2:

“Here I have an apartment, not like yours!

I stole a brooch from a cat last week.

And there are such crumbs! You won't find a better one!"

But the cat taught the tomboy thief a lesson,

And the poor sparrow was left without a tail.

The neighbor laughs at him:

"The thieves get it!"

And the sparrow hung his nose:

“And really, what are you going to sing here.”

Vlad Boyarkin, 6-B class

Swallow and Cuckoo

Two swallows started to build a nest.
Successfully choosing a place for him,
They carried twigs and clay without noticing anyone.
The cuckoo was watching them at that hour,
And, as it seemed to her, the advice is smart
Gave the builders to make the house comfortable
For future children.
Why are you building a nest under the roof of the house?
All the birds build nests on a tree in the forest,
And you don't need clay and straw,
I'll bring you needles with leaves now.

Not noticing those practical tips,
Swallows worked, hurry!

Cuckoos do not build nests, but only give advice,
In other people's nests podselivaya cuckoo.

Irina Zhulieva, 6-B class

hare house

In one autumn park,
Where everything is always in order
The sad bunny just sat

And bitterly, bitterly, he roared.
- Oh, how can I continue to live,
Winter is already knocking on the window
And I'm sitting without a home,
I will die from the cold.

Why are you crying in vain

Building a house is easy
Said a passing mole.
And the hare just opened his mouth and said to him:
-So help me build a house,
Simply, you say.
- Okay, so be it.
Bring an ax and a tree over there, let's cut it down.
And the hare set to work,
Only his ears were ringing:
“Not here, not there, not like that!”

A week later, the case was over,
And just in time, winter is almost here.
And the mole to the bunny says:
-Take me to live with you
After all, I prompted you and helped,
And you, only you were lazy ...
But the hare slammed the door on the mole.
Deliver us, God, from such judges.
No wonder people say:
"Grumbling you get bored,
And you will teach by example!

Yulia Naumenko, 6-B class

bull and donkey

One day the donkey says to the bull:

“What, life failed?

Today you plow and tomorrow you plow.

And I'm lying under the sun sunbathing,

And every single day I drive the bullshit.

Don't you want a heavenly life like this?"

“No, I don’t want to,” the bull quietly replies.

And he does the job strictly.

It's been a month, three...

And now winter has come.

But it is a pity that the donkey was gone.

And the bull lived quietly in the barn.

The moral of this fable is this:

Don't spare the strength

Work and don't cry!

For us, work

The best doctor!

Gachechiladze Sofia, 6-B class