Statement about the school in prose. Artistic word about teacher

School, the native cradle of my knowledge and my friends, the source of knowledge of the world, the ocean of endless "Twos", "Fives", multiplication tables and the theory of relativity, happy holiday to you. May the winds of knowledge, kindness and better human relationships blow your sail for many more years.

Today all teachers and all students are equal! Everyone, as one, congratulates our beloved school on its anniversary! We solemnly promise to study diligently in your walls that have become family! And we wish to develop and grow, together with us - your students! You are more than just a school for us! You raised and brought into adulthood more than one generation! And we wish you, our beloved school, many more anniversaries, many good lessons and outstanding students! Happy anniversary!

School dear! You are the first step in the life of every person on the way to adulthood, the most wonderful, interesting, exciting and intriguing. You, like the goddess of wisdom, were created to open the mysterious world of science and knowledge. You always surprise and enchant with your magic. Thank you for the fact that, as a mother, you quietly and naturally introduced everyone by the hand into adulthood! Happy Anniversary!

My dear school! Happy Holidays to you and all teachers! I wish the teachers health and iron patience in your hard work! Let the creative spirit continue until the end of the school year! I wish you to get a lot of smiles and lush bouquets of flowers!

School years are for each of us the first meeting with a huge world of knowledge and discoveries. The first teacher, the first five, the first victory. The school will remain in our memory forever. We want to wish you a school of endless children's laughter, patience and wisdom!

School, the native cradle of knowledge for me and my friends, the source of knowledge of the world, the ocean of endless "Twos", "Fives", multiplication tables and the theory of relativity, happy holiday to you. May the winds of knowledge, kindness and better human relationships blow your sail for many more years.

School is our birthday!
Once upon a time, our second home was ...
You call us again old class -
30 years rushed off somewhere ...

30 years ago you gave life
Adult, serious tickets ...
For 30 years you have been waiting for us, children,
We are warmed by your knowledge.

Because today we imagine
We sincerely admit that
What is not in vain entrusted to you -
And we lead our children with flowers!

And today in our school
Anniversary, and in the protocol
Red date number.
Our school is lucky!

Anniversaries are not every year.
The school is celebrating and waiting
Congratulations and gifts.
This day is the brightest.
Congratulations, you are a school
From the heart, without protocol.

Knowledge - that's what for many years,
You present on a saucer to us, school.
We all know for a long time that teaching is light!
And we want to have our say.

May your doors be open forever
Stay as before, our second home!
And within these walls many dreams have come true,
Filled with love again and again.

Happy Anniversary, we are proud and will be proud!
thanks for given wisdom yours.
In our hearts, we will always study here,
I want to congratulate you once again on your anniversary!

You have a lot to do with
From the youth of happy days,
Over the years, you have become more beautiful, -
And celebrate your anniversary again!

The warmth of teacher confessions,
And children's classes scent...
Keeper of valuable knowledge
You have grown a priceless garden.

You revived wisdom in the heart
And gave us a dream
Let me warm up at your walls,
Embracing knowledge height.

Beloved, native school!
Shine with the fire of happy eyes
The reward will be our solo
And the loyalty of each of us!

Happy Anniversary Dear School!
We congratulate you from the bottom of our hearts!
Thank you for wisdom and science
We can never forget you!
Here we have become wiser and more mature,
You have become our favorite school,
Today you are beautiful and smart
Like we did when we came to our first class!

Word school- the concept is capacious, meaningful, holy. It is always closely connected with a person, with his activity.

We can say that the school is the beginning of man. Traditional: "Our child went to first grade" - means that this child has already left childhood and with the beginning of adolescence went to school.

Lessons - changes, changes - lessons ... and everywhere the same thing. And how long. Oh, how long ago. Years, decades, maybe even centuries. Sooner or later, everyone (well, almost everyone) goes through this. Each of us remembers his school, his teachers with warmth and gratitude, and joyfully and reverently passes through the corridors that remember the ringing of voices and the stomp of feet of many generations! The school in Blagoveshchenka is located on the main street in the center of the village. All paths and paths converge here. evergreen thuja and fir trees symbolize the unfading beauty of youth, they protect from wind and cold in winter, and give coolness on hot days.

There is a cozy stadium in the school yard. During the summer holidays football field I managed to rest a bit, the regrown grass was neatly mowed and the even lawn attracts with emerald greenery. Soon, the birds, accustomed to silence, will be disturbed by children's voices and, flying up to the pyramidal poplars, which, like guards, stand along the perimeter of the school territory, will watch the uncompromising struggle in school competitions from a height.

It's great to walk along the chestnut alley in September! Autumn, as a very demanding artist, mixes colors on chestnut leaves and, not satisfied with the result, plucks and throws them under people's feet. And schoolchildren make bouquets from leaves and decorate school classrooms with the gold of September.

Quiet on the floors. After the repair, there is a smell of something new, textbooks and notebooks in new covers smell like that! There are flowers on the walls, a new coating on the floor. The classrooms are in perfect order - declarations of love and drawings of hearts pierced by Cupid's arrows are mercilessly painted over. Everything is ready for the start of the new school year! Soon this silence will be broken by the flooding first call, and weeks, months, years, full of tireless work, discoveries and victories, achievements and temporary failures, will rapidly fly, replacing each other. Here, bit by bit, by common efforts, their own world, their own special atmosphere is created. First day of the first of September! Knowledge Day!

And then the lessons. Long and flying very fast. Interesting and not so interesting. Peaceful negotiations at the desks, notes, jokes, jokes, and above all this, from somewhere above, the voice of the teacher.

All our bright memories and good hopes are connected with this day. After all, it is on this day that the difficult road to the world of knowledge and new discoveries begins. And the duty of teaching staff is to do everything to ensure that the academic year is successful, effective, that our students receive high-quality, modern professional education, and after the end high school enrolled in higher educational institutions and became highly educated specialists.

The Annunciation school is traditionally strong with its teachers - caring people, ready for self-sacrifice for the most important thing in life - for the sake of children, for the sake of their vocation, for the sake of life on earth!

Children are required to study by law. And at least nine classes are completed by all law-abiding children, law-abiding citizens. And illegal ones too. And they study in thousands of schools across the country. And everyone (well, almost everyone) loves his own.
For what? Why do we all have such attachment to our schools. Probably because of the same reason why we love our parents, our village, our country… that is, for no particular reason. Just because we are learning here. Just because it's ours!

After the terrible events in our land - the death of schoolchildren in Beslan, the attack of militants on Nalchik, the genocide of the Ossetian people in South Ossetia, it is difficult to understand where and what people studied, who killed and humiliated their neighbors, their fellow tribesmen, who raised them?

Perhaps it would be quite appropriate to quote here the words of Plato about "real education." "Man is the most meek being - writes the philosopher - and divine, if he is tamed by a real education; if he is not educated or given a false education, then he will be the wildest animal of all that the earth produces."

In the Blagoveshchensk school, the problem of education is given Special attention and graduates of the school are people who are ready to help each other, who love their relatives, their country and are ready to glorify their small homeland!

The mission of the school is to effectively implement training that allows, based on the best examples of graduate training, to bring knowledge and experience into the world through the introduction of modern educational technologies, high potential teaching staff, interaction of public administration bodies.

The teachers of the Annunciation School remain true to their profession, one of the most humane in the world, and are ready to continue their selfless work in the new academic year and will honestly fulfill their civic duty - the mission of educating people of the 21st century - educated, cultured, healthy

Gimelfarb A.M.

Teacher is a profession

actions. Home on earth.
R. Rozhdestvensky

In our country, all professions are equally important. But one of the most important is the teaching profession. The teacher leads us through the years of childhood, adolescence, youth, performs an everyday, sometimes imperceptible feat - gives us his knowledge, puts a particle of his heart in us. He helps us find our way in life. The work of a teacher is noble and beautiful. It is a great happiness to meet a teacher who teaches kindness and justice, teaches to be a man. A good teacher, as a rule, is not forgotten. The student will remember such a teacher all his life, tell his friends and grandchildren about him, he will compare his life with him, considering him the ideal of goodness. It is rightly said that a writer lives in his works, a good artist lives in his paintings, a sculptor lives in his sculptures. BUT good teacher lives in the thoughts and actions of people. That is why every person with a feeling of deep gratitude remembers his native school, his spiritual mentors - teachers.

Andrey Dementiev « Don't you dare forget the teachers"

Don't you dare forget the teachers.
They care about us and remember.

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!

By Teacher's Day

It's good that we celebrate the holiday
In autumn beautiful, golden,
When the red rowan under the window
Waving us the last foliage.

When the white birches, bare,
They showed a flexible, thin camp,
When the paths are strewn with gold
And you don't hear migratory flocks.

Increasingly enchanting with beauty,
Nature has come to rest.
Only to you, dear teachers,
Life has returned bright, mischievous.

Here they are boys and girls
Like autumn leaves in the garden,
Spinning in a graceful waltz,
They sat down in a row with a quiet rustle.

Look into your eyes, you will see the sky
Look into the soul - you will see paradise.
You, as a teacher, and just a mother,
Keep this purity.

I know, dear ones, you can do it:
Wisdom, knowledge and experience you have,
And good, kind, gentle qualities ...
I just can't count them all!

To the day of the teacher // Visual arts at school. - 2005. - N 4. - P. 71.

Boltacheva N. Teacher

Autumn leaf swirls outside the window.
October. Golden autumn rules the ball.
With an umbrella, but with a white festive bow
We hurry to the class to congratulate the teacher.

On this day we want to wish her
To be the kindest, wisest and most beautiful ...
And the rain softly taps into the notebook
Autumn sonnet, affectionate and sweet.

Teacher. He is with us year after year.
Conducts endless lessons.
Homework sets,
Repeats unforgettable lines.

He teaches us to divide and multiply,
Read, write and build sentences
comprehend universal laws
And make big decisions.

He builds a house by no means on the sand,
It seeks to lay a true foundation.
And what is written on the blackboard today,
Tomorrow will turn into worldly affairs.

The teacher gives us warmth and light,
He inspires us with his own example.
And, if necessary, the wise will give advice,
And everyone in the class understands this.

The teacher is our reliable, faithful friend.
He knows our mysteries and secrets.
He is the doctor of our little sciences.
We thank him for this.

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Dementiev A.

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.

Dementiev A. Teachers

I will not forget my teachers.
I will not change my teachers.
They guide me from there
Where there is no change of evening and day.

I know them from books and portraits,
Gone before me for many years.
And on the earth, warmed by their flames,
I am caressed and warmed by the light.

Immortal pages sound in me,
When we talk about art.
Everything in this world can be useful.
And only talent is forever unique.

I turn to the teachers again,
How the earth turns to the sun.
And I hope all of a sudden the word will be born
And teachers will smile at me.

Dementiev: poems; songs; poems. – M.; 1985. - S. 145.

Teacher's Day.

Teacher's Day is a school holiday,
But the country marks it.
And he is solemn, and modest,
And in everything his glory is visible.

Both scientist and collective farmer,
Composer, miner and poet -
This is a diligent schoolboy in the past,
This is the glory of the teacher's years.

Teacher's Day is in full bloom
From flowers and smiles of children.
It's the teacher's birthday
That is his great anniversary.

Teacher's Day is a holiday of glory,
Day of victory and day of celebration,
Holiday school great power,
Realms of wisdom and magic.

Teacher's Day is a school holiday // Class teacher. - 2004. - N 1. - P. 36.

Lauchtin V.

Teacher is a state of mind
Calling, talent and inspiration,
Profession - harder not to find
And the result is knowledge and insight.
Teaching children - what could be better?
Burn, suffer, despair and believe
But for this, of course, it is worth living,
Although the result is sometimes not measurable.

Learning is light and ignorance is darkness,
Words that have long been worn to a shine ...
There can be no illiterate country
And homeless, soulless childhood.
We sincerely wish you well,
And courage, and perseverance, and faith.
While the bells are ringing in the soul,
The teacher's work will not be lost!

Laukhtin - a state of mind // How to entertain guests. - 2007. - N 7. - S. 88–89.

Moskvichov A. To the teacher

Teaching is no easy task
Teaching is a difficult task.
Only that teacher is real
Who easily copes with it.

He is, of course, without a doubt a master.
He is, of course, a wonderful teacher!
The one who does not accept lies and falsehood,
The one who helped everyone in life.

So many lives in it different destinies,
And emotions - just a million!
Therefore, playing and risking,
He enters the class, as if by a ladder.

And leads like a ship's navigator,
Your frigate in knowledge, waves,
Reigns easily and undivided
He is contrary to the fate of the winds.

He is a zealot of sciences known to all,
The whole world lives in his heart.
He is simple, our Russian teacher,
Deserving glory and honor!

Moskvichov A. Teacher's Day

It's good that there is a reason to get together
We are with you for one big table.
Talk, laugh quietly -
Tired of noise at work.

Every day we are like that kind magician
Gifts from the bag that gets
We leaf through life for the guys, like a textbook -
We pass on our knowledge to them.

We feel the breath of generations -
Another release will follow:
"Let me humbly kneel,
Teacher, before your name!

We hear classic words more than once
From schoolchildren who got off the ship.
And on the board, as for the first time, we will write
Introduction to the topic, life starting from scratch!

After all, each lesson is like a film,
We scroll only the first time.
Then we start shooting again -
The premiere tomorrow will be a show!

Well, now let me, colleagues,
Congratulations on the holiday from the bottom of my heart!
May success accompany you in life,
Don't let the kids get upset!

Let the skill only grow stronger over the years,
Let it grow and expand!
For this you can drink a glass of tea -
Today it is not a sin at all! ..

You walk slowly from work
You carry a bouquet, presented, of flowers.
October on the strings of rainy autumn
You are ready to play your Boston waltz.

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Moskvichov A. Teacher

There are so many professions on Earth
But still one of them is more necessary and more important!
Master, you yourself chose this path
AND long years you walk on it.

Let generations pass by you
And you are always young.
In the soul, you conduct the very first exam,
Although whiskey is already covered with gray hair.

You stand at the blackboard and solve the problem,
Chalk tightly squeezing in your hand,
And after the lessons you will cry softly,
Suddenly remembering everything unresolved.

After all, in life, problems come in a string,
Its laws are very difficult to understand.
You clearly remember the Y and the X
And you always want to get only "five"!

And someone is now conquering the planet,
Others simply pass on the rights,
Suddenly they will remember the instructions, advice -
Teachers are very simple words.

After all, they remain children for you,
Even though they are already raising their own grandchildren.
And in the old album their eyes laugh
In the photo, where they are all sitting next to each other.

They still come to you at school,
But less often already - on the anniversary, New Year…
They will see you and ask for forgiveness
And you will forgive them - too many worries ...

You are the fate of human sorcerers and ruler,
You are a storehouse of knowledge and wisdom light,
You are just a magician! You're just... a teacher
But it's so hard to give simple advice.

And you're taking high stakes
You can't make a mistake!
You give your soul without a trace
In return, asking nothing for yourself!

But again the lessons - it's time to work,
Are you worried: “How will today go?”
And then - home, but do not want to go
After all, work tomorrow ... AND SO - ALL YEAR ROUND !!

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Moskovskikh A. To teachers

I walk on fallen gold, on gold,
And under the feet of puddles fragile glass.
Summer surrenders, gives way to cold,
And in the soul everything is spring-like light.
Today is a quiet day and exceptionally bright,
And in the waltz the leaves fall on the asphalt.
Today is a holiday - Russian Teacher's Day,
And the voices of children are especially heard.
Warm greetings will relieve your tension,
Smoothes out fine wrinkles
And with an equally happy expression
The stars of your sweet stern eyes shine.
For work honorable, and sometimes painful
The whole Russian land is grateful to you.
The rebellious souls of the guys are the smartest rulers,
I'm sorry if we offended you in any way...
God bless you, God bless you teachers!

Moscow for gold, fallen, for gold // How to entertain guests. - 2008. - N 7. - P. 51.

Oparina N .

Inhales the autumn leaf underfoot,
October opened his eyes thoughtfully,
Like an old man, with close tears
Heaven pours out our souls.
Everything is quiet and thoughtful in nature,
Autumn day - he is philosophically strict.
This day is celebrated quietly among the people,
But the whole country goes like a lesson.
And even though the city is not colorful today,
And we do not flock in columns to the square,
In the hearts of special warmth marked
It becomes a public holiday.
He does not ask for a chilled orphan,
A dear guest for a generous table.
Under the drizzling autumn sky
Our holiday entered every home!
The teacher is the biggest category!
The teacher is not a persecutor, not a beggar.
Let the leaders reshape history
The teacher is the eternal educator!
Teacher is an ageless word!
Teacher with every new generation
Becomes himself as if too
Everything is sincere, everything is cleaner and younger!

Oparina autumn leaf underfoot // How to entertain guests. - 2004. - N 4. - P. 91.

Honorable and complex
teacher work,
calling, heart
They are called to the road.

But knowledge is wealth
You give again
And with them - hope
Good and love!

holy patience
And genuine laughter
perseverance, joy
And faith in success.

Live with dignity
Giving us strength
Always tense
So, not in vain!

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Khorinskaya E. Teacher

You slowly walk along the path,
On the soft, slightly yellowing grass...
You are in a dark dress. White scarf
On a snow-silver head.

The garden has grown ... And it has many years ...
He was spared by the cold in winter.
You yourself planted these apple trees.
The year I came here.

You looked and affectionately and strictly
And she knew our thoughts and deeds.
You accompanied everyone on the road
And she was a mother to everyone.

... Rays will glide over the painted desks.
The old school garden will look into the windows ...
You will also say:
- Hello guys! -

As we were told many years ago.
And now, even though we've been apart for a long time
And their own heads turn gray,
But we remember your eyes and hands,

Your simple kind words.
There is always a path to the porch,
Buran will not hide any of it.
And someone in your bright window
Again he knocks with an excited hand.

You will come to us. And again, as before,
We will see a kind and inquisitive look.
You just say:
- Hello guys! -
As I said many years ago...

And until the morning - this is our custom -
We'll talk to you, as always,
About our plans, the border service,
About new buildings, distant cities ...

We'll tell you how we went forward through the blizzard
And they took an impregnable pass ...
Saying goodbye, kiss your hand
And the one who did not kiss anyone's hands.

Khorinskaya // Farewell, my age ...: poems /. - Yekaterinburg, 2001. - S. 45–46.

Yartsev I.

There is no wiser profession in the world
And more necessary for the introduction of goodness.
Life gives lessons, and in the process of them
We understand: the teacher was right!
He was right when he said that we would be rewarded
For the things we do on earth
That every action has its price -
It's about good or evil...
O teacher! Prophet and mentor to us -
You are a messenger of good!
Congratulations on Teacher's Day
It's time for us today!
Congratulations and may all dreams
Very easy to do!

Peace, light, health, and titles,
And sensible students to you!

Yartsev in the world is wiser than the profession // How to entertain guests. - 2004. - N 4. - P. 91.

V. Kobyakov Teacher

The women scratched their tongues:
- The visitor is lucky,
Our men are fighting
And he teaches kids.
He would be at the forefront
Fascists beat the damned.
And he, healthy, young,
He hid himself behind them.
The teacher lived alone.
And came back late.
The village of the soul stirred

The boot creaks frosty.
Until it calmed down
Their creak
A sob languished
There was a scream..
And at home in the lunar void,
Falling off silently
Flew unfastened prosthesis
In a silent cold corner.
Tight, tight
There was silence at night.

Pshenichny A. Ballad about a school teacher

Forty-first.
Summer reigns again.
High school graduation,
Farewell school ball.
Until the morning of their tenth graders
The young teacher accompanied.
saw off,
Not knowing what will come true
their dream
About the meeting in a year,
What are these five laughing
Get into his rifle platoon
And that he
Meeting replenishment,
Suddenly he will tear off his cap from his head,
And not according to the rules
From excitement
Someone will ask:
- It is you?!.

On high,
Chipped like a lemon
For the second day in a row
Scraped the ground with razors
shards
And rooted into the loam
Thinned platoon.
But, pushing apart the groves of the remains,
Armor gnashed furiously
And along the trenches
Flew:
- Tanks!
And the commander shouted:
- Listen to me!
But by pulling
Wrinkled helmet belt
Shaking off hot lumps
Off the shoulder
One said:
- clear mission
Cool. -
And smiled:
- Can I answer?

Gone to the rear
Five corner envelopes
where by hand
Under the regimental stamp:
"I put your son posthumously
Rating "five"
For what they have lived."
Forty blue notebooks

Forty new paths.
It can be seen that the house is in order,
If so many children
Essays theme -
"I love you, Russia."
And flew again
Ancient sadness.

Bent over the leaves
And went into silence...
If Cool
Forgotten
So I remembered
War.

Pshenichny A. Ballad about the class teacher // To the fire and herbs: poems / A. Pshenichny. - Sverdlovsk, 1980. - S. 8–9.

The image of a teacher in prose

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Rasputin V. French lessons: a story // Novels and stories / V. Rasputin. - M., 1984. - S. 624-652.
Chekhov literature: a story // Stories. Plays / . - M., 1988. - S. 163-186.

Congratulations on the anniversary of the school and I want to wish that every morning here begins with kind greetings, cheerful smiles, interesting lessons, ringing changes, wonderful hobbies and great aspirations. May our teachers and students, parents and all school staff be healthy, may the school be proud of its children, and may children never forget their native source of first knowledge.

Dear teachers, school administration, students, parents and guests, today I want to congratulate all of us on the anniversary of our wonderful school. I wish you all good health, determination, well-being and self-confidence. May our school flourish, giving our children the right knowledge, good upbringing and happy memories. May everyone in this school be creative and successful.

Congratulations to all on the anniversary of this wonderful school. I want to wish for long years activities of this educational institution, these excellent teachers, these kind and sensitive staff of the school. And also I wish determination and enthusiasm to each of the students, vigor and strength to each of the parents. Be healthy, believe in yourself, and let our beloved school help us all to realize our dreams, learn something interesting and discover something amazing every day.

Today we want to congratulate our School on a round date and say: “Thank you so much!”.
You raised so many children and raised them to be kind, sympathetic people who know how to love!
Our school is a place where you are always expected and the doors are open for everyone, where they will always help with good advice, support and listen. We wish our school to accept within its walls only good, kind and obedient children, success and development for many years!

I congratulate my beloved, dear school, which brought up and brought to life many worthy people. I wish you further systematic development and prosperity. I wish that every generation of young people within the walls of their native school feel needed and needed. And so that each of the students would find here something important, interesting and attractive for themselves. Happy anniversary!

Happy school anniversary! On this solemn day, I wish the school further prosperity. The team of teaching staff is a real pride educational institution. And I wish you all good health so that you can continue to work for the benefit of the development and education of the younger generation. I wish you constant self-education, which is the basis for the graduation of worthy citizens of Russia. And I also wish that graduates come to their native land not only to visit, but also to work within the walls of their native institution!

My friends, I heartily congratulate everyone on the anniversary of our wonderful school. I wish our administration and teachers undoubted respect and unquenchable strength, I wish all parents mutual understanding with their children and well-being in life, I wish our students excellent studies, true knowledge and exciting leisure. Let this school for each of the children be not just a place to get an education, let it become a friend, helper and reliable mentor in life for them.

Congratulations to the wonderful team and director of the school, from which talented, gifted graduates emerge every year. We wish you further fruitful activity, growth and prosperity. Let these long years of work be an excellent indicator of great professionalism, quality teaching and global experience of teachers. Happy school anniversary!

Dear teaching staff, we want to sincerely congratulate you on the anniversary of your educational institution, wish you talented and grateful students, creative inspiration, success in achieving your goals, good spirits and health.

I congratulate you on the anniversary of the school and I want to wish that this school be famous for great talents and bright minds, so that in every class it would be interesting and exciting in the lessons, and fun and provocative during the breaks. Let inquisitive first-graders come to us every year, ready to conquer the expanses of science, let eleventh-graders go on a big voyage, who will remember us and come to visit us often.

The wishes of the school from graduates of different years will always live within its walls. First of all, words of gratitude are dedicated to the school. Pupils are grateful to the school not only for the knowledge gained, but also for true friends, and for best years carefree childhood and youth.

In verse

In prose

In my childhood there were two reliable fortresses. The first fortress is the parental home, giving me love, comfort and care. The second fortress is a favorite school. She received me into the coolness of her noisy corridors like a caring mother. Taught justice and endurance, gave necessary knowledge for a big life. It had everything: ups and downs, tears and laughter, first love and hopes. Dear school! I wish you to give the world new geniuses and talented specialists for many years!

Great school years! The long-awaited call for a change. A sweet bun for a written off problem. Multi-colored crayons, drawing lessons, the world. Breathtaking astrology, new worlds, bright dreams! Ringing silence corridors, on the day of exams. Trembling in the knees. Points earned, graduation. Dance with myself beautiful girl in the class. Boy envy. Pride in the eyes of teachers... My dear school! Fresh breeze to you in your windows and worthy students in spacious classrooms!

I wish everyone to love their school and want to go to it even in the mornings, when the cruel alarm clock rings, that there is strength and calls for responsibility. Or a few days before the summer holidays, when the gentle spring sun takes away thoughts to a new bike or warm sea. Because when you return to your home class after the holidays and see the teachers, you will realize that you are bored and will gladly dissolve in your attention on your favorite subjects. School of knowledge, school of life. My first milestone. Thank you!