About family
Family is the most important part of my life. Only in my family, at home, do I feel safe, I feel that I can trust all my secrets to close people and not worry about being judged. I think that trust and mutual understanding are the basis of any relationship, but in a family these qualities should always come first.
My family is very big. Mom, Dad, grandma, grandpa, older brother, sister and me. We are all friendly and rarely quarrel. I like to argue with my sister because she often thinks that she is smarter than me, but she is not. Mom scolds us for this, so we try not to upset her. My older brother recently joined the army. He sends us letters every month and calls us whenever possible. I miss him a lot. I hope when he returns we will spend more time together. My grandmother is the kindest woman in the world. She loves to sit on a bench near the house in the evenings; all the neighborhood children love her because she always treats them to candy. Grandpa likes to watch different competitions on TV. He used to be an athlete - he was involved in weightlifting. My parents work a lot, so we spend little time together on weekdays. Dad works as a mechanic, and mom is an accountant. But on weekends we often play board games together or go for a walk in the park.
There are traditions in our family. And I think that's very cool. Because this way we have a reason to get together as a family. For example, one of the traditions: before every New Year, we decorate a live Christmas tree together, which we also choose together at the market. I love this ritual because at such moments we fool around, laugh, and communicate a lot.
I like that our family has family council every evening. We get together for dinner and talk about our day. It’s not customary for us to hide anything from each other, so even if I get a bad grade, I talk about it at the council. They don't scold me. Parents believe that they need to help their child cope with difficulties, guide and advise. Therefore, we discuss together why I received a bad grade and how it can be corrected.
My family is the most precious thing I have. I would never want to have other parents or brothers and sisters. My parents are an example for me in everything. I would really like to build the same relationships in my family in the future, because only thanks to the support of all family members I feel confident, not afraid to make mistakes and ready for any difficulties in life. I know that my family will always help me not only with the right advice, but also with deeds.
How to write an essay on the topic “My Family”
There are some specific tips:
- First, you need to make a description of your own family, highlight the most important characteristics of each member, and also remember the best family moments. You can write about your family’s traditions and habits, your favorite ways to have a good time.
- It is necessary to reflect on family values, the qualities of a happy and ideal family and compare them with your own.
- Think about what brings the greatest pleasure in family communication, and why we love our relatives.
- Summarize based on your own thoughts. Draw a general conclusion about what family means in a person’s life.
How Vasilko was born
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
- Children, today is the birthday of your friend Vasilka. Today you, Vasilko, turn eight years old. Congratulations on your birthday. I’ll tell you, children, how Vasilko was born.
Vasilko was not yet in the world, his father worked as a tractor driver, and his mother worked in the silkworm production department.
The tractor driver's young wife was preparing to become a mother. In the evening, the young husband got ready to take his wife to the maternity hospital tomorrow.
At night a snowstorm broke out, a lot of snow fell, and the roads were covered with snowdrifts. The car could not move, and there was no way to postpone the trip, the young woman felt: a child would soon be born. The husband left to get the tractor, and at this time his wife began to experience terrible pain.
The husband adapted a large sled to the tractor, laid his wife on it, left the house, and it was seven kilometers to the maternity hospital. The snowstorm does not stop, the steppe is covered with a white veil, the wife is moaning, the tractor is barely making its way through the snowdrifts.
Halfway there it became impossible to go further, the tractor sank in the snowdrifts, and the engine stalled. A young husband approached his wife, lifted her from the sleigh, wrapped her in a blanket and carried her in his arms, with incredible difficulty getting out of one snowdrift and plunging into another.
The snowstorm raged, the snow blinded his eyes, the husband was sweating, his heart was beating out of his chest; it seemed that one more step and he would no longer have the strength, but at the same time it was clear to the man that if he stopped for even a minute, he would die.
After a few tens of meters, he stopped for a moment, took off his coat, remaining in a padded jacket.
The wife was moaning in his arms, the wind was howling in the steppe, and the husband in these moments was not thinking about anything except the small living creature that was about to be born and for which he, the young tractor driver Stepan, is responsible to his wife, to his father and mother, to his grandfather and my grandmother, before the entire human race, before my conscience.
The young father walked four terrible kilometers for several hours; He knocked on the door of the maternity hospital in the evening; knocked, handed his wife wrapped in a blanket into the hands of the nurses and fell unconscious. When they unrolled the blanket, the amazed doctors could not believe their eyes: next to his wife lay a child - alive, strong. He had just been born, the mother began to feed her son right there in the corridor, and the doctors surrounded the bed in which the father lay.
For ten days Stepan was between life and death.
Doctors saved his life.
This is how Vasilko was born.
Big birch
N. M. Artyukhova
Mom stood in the kitchen with a towel on her shoulder, drying the last cup. Suddenly Gleb’s frightened face appeared at the window.
- Aunt Zina! Aunt Zina! - he shouted. - Your Alyoshka has gone crazy!
- Zinaida Lvovna! — Volodya looked out the other window. - Your Alyoshka climbed a big birch tree!
- After all, he can break loose! - Gleb continued in a tearful voice. - And it will break...
The cup slipped out of my mother’s hands and fell to the floor with a clatter.
- Shattered! - Gleb finished, looking with horror at the white shards.
Mom ran out onto the terrace and went to the gate:
- Where is he?
- Yes, here, on the birch tree!
Mom looked at the white trunk, at the place where it split in two. Alyosha was not there.
- Stupid jokes, guys! - she said and walked towards the house.
- No, we’re telling the truth! - Gleb shouted. - He is there, at the very top! Where the branches are!
Mom finally understood where to look. She saw Alyosha. She measured with her eyes the distance from its branch to the ground, and her face became almost as white as this smooth birch trunk.
- Crazy! - Gleb repeated.
- Shut up! - Mom said quietly and very sternly. - Both of you go home and sit there.
She approached the tree.
“Well, Alyosha,” she said, “are you doing well?”
Alyosha was surprised that his mother was not angry and spoke in such a calm, gentle voice.
“It’s good here,” he said. “But I’m very hot, mommy.”
“It’s nothing,” said mom, “sit down, rest a little and start going down.” Just don't rush. Little by little... Have you rested? - she asked after a minute.
- I rested.
- Well then, come down.
Alyosha, holding onto a branch, was looking for somewhere to put his foot. At this time, an unfamiliar fat summer resident appeared on the path. He heard voices, looked up and shouted fearfully and angrily:
“Where have you gone, you worthless boy!” Get down now!
Alyosha shuddered and, without calculating the movement, put his foot on a dry twig. The twig crunched and rustled down to my mother's feet.
“Not like that,” said mom. — Stand on the next branch.
Then she turned to the summer resident:
- Don't worry, please, he can climb trees very well. He's great for me!
The small, light figure of Alyosha slowly descended. It was easier to climb up. Alyosha is tired. But his mother stood below, giving him advice, speaking kind, encouraging words. The earth was getting closer and shrinking. Now neither the field beyond the ravine nor the factory chimney is visible. Alyosha reached the fork.
“Take a break,” said mom. - Well done! Well, now put your foot on this branch... No, not there, that one is dry, here, to the right... Well, well, don’t rush.
The ground was very close. Alyosha hung in his arms, stretched out and jumped onto the high stump from which he began his journey.
The fat, unfamiliar summer resident grinned, shook his head and said:
- Oh well! You will be a parachutist!
And mom grabbed her thin, tanned, scratched legs and shouted:
- Alyoshka, promise me that you will never, never climb so high again!
She quickly walked towards the house. Volodya and Gleb were standing on the terrace. Mom ran past them, through the garden, to the ravine. She sat down in the grass and covered her face with a scarf. Alyosha followed her, embarrassed and confused. He sat down next to her on the slope of a ravine, took her hands, stroked her hair and said:
- Well, mommy, well, calm down... I won’t be so high! Well, calm down!
It was the first time he saw his mother cry.
- Well, look what kind of guest we have! - Dad called me loudly, when I was still fumbling with sandals in the corridor, having come from the street.
