The silence of the lesson was broken by Zoya Vasilievna’s sharp, creaky voice: “Golubev!” What is this? Are you out of your mind?! We all looked up from our notebooks as one. The class wrote an essay on the topic “My favorite hero.”
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I have already jotted down the first words: “My favorite hero is the wonderful intelligence officer Nikolai Kuznetsov.” And suddenly…

- Golubev! I'm asking you! Get up!
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Alyosha Golubev, short and frail, wearing glasses with strong lenses, stood up from behind his desk in front of the angry class teacher. He was the object of ridicule by the entire class, boys and girls, because he never participated in our pranks, he was quiet, shy, and a little clumsy. After classes he always hurried home (they said that he had a very sick mother). His quiet voice could only be heard at the blackboard. In the class, no one was friends with him, but on the contrary, they often offended him, teased him with “Dove” and often hid his things, taking advantage of Alyosha’s weak eyesight. But, to my surprise, he never got angry or snapped, but only smiled somehow helplessly, as if laughing at himself. At such moments I felt very sorry for him, but out of stupid solidarity with others, I never stood up for him.
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And now Alyosha, bowing his shorn head, stood before the contemptuous gaze of Zoya Vasilyevna. Despite the lack of time, everyone stared at this scene with curiosity, wanting to know what caused such outrage in the classroom.
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But she herself answered our silent question:
- Just look at him! Who do you like who he writes about?! His favorite hero is Jesus Christ!
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The class was noisy. Someone laughed, rejoicing that unfortunate Golubev had done something incredibly stupid. Someone whistled: “Yes!” And some people expressively twirled their fingers at their temples. Indeed, choose such a hero for yourself in our wonderful time! It’s 1970, a time of progress, the “era of bright years,” and here... Indeed, this Golubev is crazy!
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Meanwhile, the cool one continued her accusatory speech:

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“Now everything is clear to me: why you are still not a pioneer, and why you absolutely do not participate in the social life of the class.” No shame - you always refer to your sick mother! It turns out that’s what it’s all about, these are the heroes you have! What kind of social life is there!
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A barely audible voice answered:

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– Zoya Vasilievna, my mother is really very sick...
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The class realized: the scene had dragged on, and the lesson time was inexorably passing. Moreover, almost everyone stopped writing and stared at her and poor Golubev.

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– So, we continue to write, time is ticking! And you, Alyosha,” she changed her anger to mercy, “immediately cross out this... this, and write like all the guys: about a real hero, a real, wonderful person!” There are so many wonderful people! Think and write.
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She returned the notebook to Alyosha, and, considering the incident to be over, returned to the teacher’s desk. We also returned to our “opuses”, hurrying to make up for lost time. But for some reason Alyosha continued to stand, still lowering his head. It was impossible not to notice this class.
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- What's the matter, Golubev? – her tone was dissatisfied. – Is there something unclear to you? Please note, we are wasting precious time!
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And again I had difficulty making out the quiet answer:

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- Sorry, Zoya Vasilievna, I can’t... about another hero.
- What? What's happened?
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Zoya Vasilievna rose from her seat without having time to establish herself in it, and with her entire majestic figure advanced towards Alyosha. He seemed so small and inconspicuous in front of her! The class was annoyed by the unexpected hitch, and besides, we all again raised our heads from our essays, looking in surprise at the obstinate Dove.
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– What do you mean “I can’t”? Don't you have another favorite hero?

- No... there is no other way.

– This is not a hero, but an invention of ignorant, dark people. Nowadays it’s funny to even talk about it. But you and I will talk separately, and now, please, sit down and write like all the guys. Clear?

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- Ok, I see. – Alyosha sat down and seemed to start writing something.

Zoya Vasilievna returned to her place, looked at him several times with suspicion, but calmed down. Everything went as usual. I sketched it easily beautiful offers about how he would like to be like the scout hero in everything, and finished before everyone else. The bell rang deafeningly, making those lagging behind flinch. But then, everyone finally handed in their notebooks, and the class was empty. But the story with Golubev did not end there.
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I was already in the corridor when I suddenly heard:

- Golubev, come back! – the tone of the classroom was elevated and did not promise anything good.

Alyosha returned to the classroom, and through the half-open door I saw him stand at Zoya Vasilievna’s desk, also with his head bowed and his narrow shoulders hunched.

It came to me:

- So that’s how you are! To spite the teacher, to spite everyone! Still, I wrote about it... about my own... I decided to show my stubbornness! So, I ask?

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It would seem that I had nothing to do with the unfortunate Dove. Let him get it for his stupidity, for his hero, or whatever you call him... The guys had already fled (the lesson was the last), but something did not allow me to leave. Curiosity or some other feeling drew me to the half-open door.
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Without knowing why, I walked up and listened.
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“No, Zoya Vasilievna, I didn’t do it out of spite...” Alyosha’s voice was weak and trembling.

- No, just out of spite! Exactly! You were told: write like all the guys - about war heroes, pioneer heroes, and about anyone! We don't have enough wonderful people to look up to, to try to be like. And you? Who is this Jesus Christ? This is not even a fairy-tale hero! Well, okay, I would understand if you wrote about Ilya-Muromets, about Russian heroes. Who is he? Yes, understand that such a person has never existed! These are all priestly inventions that the uneducated believe in, gray people! And you, a Soviet schoolboy, repeat the fables of illiterate, deceived old women? Oh you! And I thought you were a smart boy. Shame on you!
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Zoya Vasilievna interrupted her monologue, obviously to gain air to continue. But then Alyosha’s trembling voice was heard:

- It is not true! Jesus Christ... He lived, then died, He was crucified... But He came to life... That is, He was resurrected... He still lives. All the heroes died, but He lives!
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There was a pause. I could only imagine Zoya Vasilievna’s face, but I myself was amazed. So object to the cool girl who could make anyone “swallow their tongue” with just a glance! And who is the quiet Dove! But then Zoya Vasilyevna came to her senses, and her voice boomed in the silence of the empty classroom:
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- Do you understand what you are saying? You're lucky that no one hears you! Where do you live, Golubev? In which country? What school do you go to? In a Soviet school or in a Kyiv bursa?..
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Zoya Vasilievna’s breathing began to falter, her voice almost became a squeal.

“He lives,” she mimicked. – Do you know that our scientists have long proven that there is no God?! Jesus Christ is just a fiction, you know? Fiction! And all this was invented by cunning people to deceive simpletons like you. So that instead of studying and building a bright future, you mutter all sorts of prayers with old women. Maybe you go to church too?
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The question required an answer. And it sounded, just as quiet, but firm:

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- Yes, I go... With my grandmother. But God exists, and Jesus Christ is God’s Son, and He died for our sins, and on the third day...
- Enough! The class teacher slammed something loudly on the table. – I don’t want to listen to this nonsense! I am not going to tolerate obscurantism in my class! Get ready, let's go to the director, let him decide what to do with you. If only I could feel sorry for my mother!
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I decided that they would come out now, and I backed away from the door, intending to run away. But to my surprise, no one came out, and suddenly a completely different teacher’s voice came from behind the door - soft and somehow insinuating.

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- Alyosha, listen! For your mom's sake, let's solve this... this situation differently. It's just you and me, let everything stay between us. After all, if everyone finds out, it will be hard for your mother, but she suffers so much, poor thing... - The voice became completely soft, sincere. - Let’s do this: now you promise me something, and we’ll forget everything, okay?

“Okay,” Alyosha answered happily. – What do you need to promise?
- Tell me this: Zoya Vasilyevna, forgive me, please... Can you do that?
- Yes I can. Zoya Vasilievna, please forgive me.
- Well, well done. And also say: I was very mistaken, there is no Jesus, and I give you an honest pioneer... my word of honor that I will never write or pronounce this name again. That's all I want to hear from you. Agreed?
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Alyosha was silent. Apparently deciding that he was giving up, the class teacher added:

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- Think about it. It's just you and me, no one can hear us. If the guys ask, say that I scolded you properly and forgave you. And with your essay... I'll think of something. Just tell me these words and let’s go, otherwise it’s too late.
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I prepared to listen to Aleshkin’s apology. I myself, to be honest, would easily renounce everything and do as the class wanted. Just think, business! After all, no one hears, and this is the main thing! But what I heard was not an apology at all.
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“No, Zoya Vasilievna,” Alyosha’s voice suddenly became stronger and did not tremble at all. - There are not two of us here! Here is He Himself, Jesus Christ! He is alive... and He hears everything and sees everything. He died for me, Zoya Vasilievna! How can I say that He does not exist? Then I will be a traitor, like Judas. But I don’t want to be a traitor... and I won’t. Forgive me...” and Alyosha finally burst into tears.
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I myself felt a lump in my throat - I felt sorry for Dove, what would happen to him now? “Well, Zoya will suit him now,” I thought. And at the same time, I realized that I myself would never have dared to do such a thing. Well, okay, you are fighting for yourself or for someone dear, or even for some Jesus Christ, Who, perhaps, never really existed! And if there was, is it really necessary to quarrel with the class teacher, or even with the school principal, because of Him? It's scary to even think about.
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What happened next stunned me like a sudden blow. To Alyosha’s quiet sobbing was added a sob... Zoya Vasilievna! It was so unexpected that I simply lost my head and stopped understanding anything. It began to seem to me that all this was not happening for real, but that I was just hearing a radio show where everyone was crying, and me too. Through some kind of veil I heard Zoya Vasilievna’s intermittent, hoarse voice:
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- Alyoshenka, my dear boy... Forgive me, old, stupid... I didn’t know... I myself don’t know anything... Alyosha, you don’t even understand how good you are... Forgive me...

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She was silent for a few seconds and added:

- Believe me. You can’t live without faith in this life... And I... forgive me!
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I was a boy, but I understood that I needed to leave, there were no more witnesses needed here. Lost in thought, I didn’t even notice how I left school and wandered home, coming to my senses already at the door of my apartment. I didn’t understand a lot that day, but for some reason my heart ached and I didn’t want to play and fool around. I vaguely understood that I had touched something that had no explanation, some kind of secret, bright and pure, like the tears of those two in the classroom. Then, of course, I did not understand that this secret had an unearthly, unearthly origin.
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That day, the door to the unknown opened for me... Many years have passed since then, almost a human life. I don’t know where Alyosha Golubev is now, whether our cool Zoya Vasilievna Verbitskaya is still alive. Yes, and I am no longer a young, “seen the world” person, who wasted dozens of years of my life, acquired a serious illness, but still happy. And I clearly remember the first time I heard the Name, which is now dearer to me than all names. And how for the first time I witnessed the firm confession of this Name from the lips of a small, nondescript boy. And how this Name turned out to be capable of breaking through the armor of callousness and godlessness in the human heart, melting the many years of ice of lies in it.

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Thank you, Alyosha! Glory to Thee, Lord!

Cool! 8

I would like to talk about my favorite hero in the works of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. And explain why I liked it so much.

Of all the works of Pushkin, which we managed to familiarize ourselves with during our five years of study, it is impossible to single out the best. Same with the hero. So I had to think about choosing one of them. I think that I liked the poem “Ruslan and Lyudmila” most of all.

The main characters are brave and strong, they are not afraid to stand up for what they believe in. I especially liked the main character – Lyudmila. Sweet, according to Pushkin’s description, an incredibly beautiful girl. When I first started reading the poem, Lyudmila did not evoke much sympathy in me. It seemed to me that she was too weak and defenseless. But, as the author introduced Lyudmila to us, I realized that this was not so. Her strength is in her devotion.

Throughout the entire poem we see how Lyudmila faithfully waits for Ruslan, despite all the difficulties and troubles. It seems to me that when Pushkin created the image of Lyudmila, he wanted to show the ideal girl in her face. Even the author himself describes this heroine with great sympathy. Based on his story about her appearance and qualities, we can say that he only sees her from the good side. And even when her bad side was supposed to show up, because she was going to commit suicide, she still finds the right way out. From the fact that she remembered her loved ones and gave up thoughts of suicide, it can be assumed that she is capable of love and concern for the feelings of others.

Pushkin notes that by nature Lyudmila is a cheerful, cheerful and naive girl; she knew how to enjoy life herself and give joy to others. But her image changes when misfortune befalls her. She turns from a sweet girl into a woman who is ready to stand up for herself and her loved ones. With great courage, she fought back the sorcerer, screaming so that he was scared. This shows her strong character. Her strength lies in how persistently she resisted adversity. She, as a girl, did not need to fight and be brave, but being in captivity, she did not give up.

I liked this heroine because she is not just beautiful, like many, but also does the right things. Pushkin calls her a “pure soul,” and it seems to me that this is exactly what a girl should be like. Lyudmila knows how to sincerely and inconsolably suffer for her love, but she also rejoices no less sincerely. She remains tender and vulnerable, needs Ruslan’s protection, but when it is necessary to face danger, she can do it. You can also note her intelligence.

Surely there are some negative qualities in her. It seems to me that every person has them, and even the image that the author creates. Perhaps she is too flighty and naive, but in those days a girl was supposed to be like that. In one episode, she was not afraid to tear off the villain’s cap and look him in the eyes, she did not run away, and this already shows her courage.

What I liked most about Lyudmila was her sincerity. I wanted people in our world to be as sincere.

That's why I like the heroine of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin's poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila"

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School essay on the topic: “My favorite hero A.S. Pushkin" tells about Ruslan, the main character of Pushkin's poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila".

When someone is asked what his favorite hero is in the works of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, most often one can hear stories about characters such as Vladimir Dubrovsky or Pyotr Grinev. These heroes, of course, have very bright and original characters, but I liked the main character of the poem “Ruslan and Lyudmila” most of all. The young Prince Ruslan, in my opinion, is undeservedly ignored, talking in detail about other heroes created by the pen of Alexander Sergeevich.

For example, look at a character like young Dubrovsky. For all his nobility and rich inner world, this man, driven by revenge and anger, is essentially a robber. In contrast to many other Pushkin characters, Prince Ruslan cannot be accused of thoughtless revenge, envy or reckless anger. He performs all his exploits only for the sake of love, carrying in his soul only deep sorrow and sadness.

Ruslan is a man who has a bright, open soul and is looking for his stolen wife without violating the laws of honor and dignity. It is he who I can call a real hero, without any reservations or doubts.

Prince Ruslan had many enemies who were jealous of his strength, wealth and success in love. But the main rivals were the young warriors Rogdai, Farlaf and Ratmir, since the inconsolable Vladimir, Lyudmila’s father, promised anyone who saved his daughter to give her as a wife, despite the fact that the wedding ceremony of Ruslan and Lyudmila had already taken place. The revival of seemingly lost hopes of marriage with the beautiful Lyudmila intoxicated the heads of the warriors and they set off on the road, ready to do anything to achieve their goal.

Imagine how Ruslan felt at that moment! He lost his beloved, who was torn out of his arms by unknown forces, lost the respect of Lyudmila’s father and found himself alone with his grief. Having set out on his journey, he had no idea about the insidious plans of his rivals, but each of these warriors subsequently played a certain role in his life.

The most successful thing was his meeting with the Khazar Khan Ratmir. This young khan found his destiny in the form of an unknown young maiden, for whose sake he forgot his feats of arms and dreams of Lyudmila and became a peaceful fisherman.

Rogdai's attack and the treacherous abduction of Lyudmila by Farlaf cost him much more. Ruslan was not stopped on the way to his goal, neither by Naina’s cunning, nor by the battle with the head of the hero, nor by the machinations of Chernomor, Lyudmila’s main enemy and kidnapper.

He emerged from every battle as a hero, without losing his face and self-respect. But what attracts me most of all is not Ruslan’s courage, determination and composure, but his qualities such as honesty and compassion in battle. A real hero does not have the thought of killing or winning for the sake of fame and number of victories. What is more important to him is the restoration of justice and the preservation of well-being for many years. This is exactly what the young prince is. A strong, decisive, brave warrior and at the same time a fair, honest and loving person.

"Eugene Onegin" is one of the best works of Russian literature of the nineteenth century. The image of Tatyana Larina in this novel became close to me. Sensitivity, sentimentality, her spiritual sublimity, purity, the ability to empathize and understand what others do not see attract her. It is the subtle inner world that makes Tatyana special and unique. Pushkin does not give a clear description of the heroine’s external appearance, but he reveals to us her spiritual world:

Dick, sad, silent,

Like a forest deer is timid...

Thoughtfulness, her friend

From the most lullabies of days,

The flow of rural leisure

Decorated her with dreams.

Tatiana's soul is closely connected with nature. The landscapes against which the events unfold are in tune with the heroine’s feelings and perfectly express what is difficult to say in words. Tatyana is a romantic person. She is passionate about novels, which replace human communication for her, providing food for her mind and imagination; Tatyana’s idea of ​​life is also formed under the influence of novels. For herself, she has already come up with her own hero, her ideal. He is endowed with the features of Volmar, Werther, Grandison. He (like Tatyana herself) is unique, original, noble. When the time for love came, the girl saw this ideal in Onegin.

Gradually she recognizes his true essence. He is not a romantic hero, but a skeptic, a realist, incapable of love. But Tatyana doesn't need the truth - she needs love.

The duel turned the lives of all the heroes of the novel upside down. Evgeny and Olga leave the village. A deep imprint remains in Tatyana’s soul, her character and fate change, but love has not faded away - she is alive, but now Tatyana understands that you can’t live by feelings alone, they don’t always have to be shown openly.

Tatyana, at the insistence of her mother, goes to Moscow, where she is persuaded to marry the general. And Tatyana turns from a romantic girl into an impeccable, sophisticated “legislator of the hall.” Her pride, nobility, and refined taste are genuine. And inaccessibility, indifference and carelessness are the masks that Tatyana is forced to wear under the pressure of the harsh laws of the world. And, despite everything, her feelings live, fill her heart, but they are hidden, locked. But in her heart she remains the same Tanya.

Her heart breaks back: in an old house, into the fields, forests, into the world where she lived without hiding her feelings, where she did not need a mask. But even in this secular environment, she cannot completely hide her feelings for Onegin:

She doesn't pick him up

And, without taking my eyes off him,

Doesn't take away from greedy lips

Your insensitive hand...

And yet, despite the depth of her feelings, when she “clears everything,” when she shares Onegin’s love, Tatyana refuses Onegin. She prefers duty to feeling.

Why do I like Tatyana? She has an irresistible need to feel, to love, which is now becoming less and less common.

Source: vamsochinenie.ru

So, she was called Tatyana.

Not your sister's beauty,

Nor with the freshness of her ruddy color would she attract the eye.

Tatyana is my favorite heroine of A.S. Pushkin. I first became acquainted with A. S. Pushkin’s novel “Eugene Onegin” in a Russian literature lesson in the 9th grade. This novel occupies a central place in the poet's work. This is his largest work of art. A. S. Pushkin in a letter to the poet Vyazemsky notes: “I am now writing not a novel, but a novel in verse - a devilish difference!” "Eugene Onegin" had the most powerful influence on the fate of all Russian literature.

I want to write about Tatyana Larina, one of the main characters. A. S. Pushkin writes about her like this:

Her sister's name was Tatyana.

For the first time with such a name,

Tender pages of the novel

We willfully sanctify

Drawing in his novel a captivating image of a Russian girl, not very beautiful, with a village name, the author, both in characterizing her mental makeup and in depicting her behavior, does not embellish or idealize at all, although he declares more than once his deep sympathy:

Tatiana, dear Tatiana!

Now I'm shedding tears with you...

Forgive me: I love my dear Tatyana so much!

If Pushkin says so about her, then I think she is beautiful.

Tatyana grew up in the family as a wild, unaffectionate girl, who did not like to play with her friends, and was mostly immersed in herself and her experiences. Curious, inquisitive, she tries to understand everything around her and her own soul and, not finding answers to her queries from her elders - mother, father, nanny - she looks for them in books to which she has been addicted since childhood, which I am accustomed to believe.

She liked novels early on,

They replaced everything for her!..

I think if her parents spent more time on her, she wouldn’t be so naive. Tatyana is used to judging life and people from books. In them she sought the expression of her own experiences. The life around her, the environment of the village landowners, their wives and children, do little to satisfy her demanding soul, her inquisitive mind. In novels she saw a different life, more wonderful, significant and eventful, other people, more interesting; she believed that such life and such people were not invented by authors, but actually existed, and she was sure that she, too, would someday meet such people and live such a life. Pushkin says:

She fell in love with deceptions

Both Richardson and Russo.

Tatyana imagined her future chosen one to be unusual. She was sure of a happy fate for herself.

It is not surprising that, having seen Onegin for the first time, who was so strikingly different from all the young people she knew, Tatyana immediately fell in love with him, imitating the heroines of the novels. And so she writes a letter to Onegin, sends it, and then worries, waiting for an answer.

The remarkable thing is that Tatyana loved Russian nature very much. I think that her love for nature and the customs of the people made her special: sincere, heartfelt, true to her word.

Later she is taken to Moscow, but even there she is bored and sad. Mother wants to marry Tatyana to some important general - Tatyana at first resists, but then agrees, since she, in essence, doesn’t care - happiness is no longer possible for her.

My mother begged me with tears of spells, she later tells Onegin, -

... for poor Tanya

All the lots were equal...

I got married…

She becomes an important socialite. Everyone treats her with deep respect. Tatyana strictly fulfills her duties as a wife and mistress of the house, but she herself does not receive satisfaction or joy from this. When the heroine meets Onegin again and sees his love for her flare up in him, she feels insulted. Tatyana still loves Evgeniy, but nevertheless resolutely refuses happiness.

Tatyana's main quality is high spiritual nobility, a highly developed sense of duty, and sincerity of feelings. Tatyana has changed externally, but not internally.

I believe that Tatyana is doing the right thing by refusing Onegin. If she made a promise to be faithful to an unloved person, then she is obliged to keep this word unbreakable. Let her now understand that it was a mistake on her part, that she acted carelessly - she herself must suffer for this mistake.

Belinsky said about Tatyana that Tatyana is “an exceptional being, a deep, loving, passionate nature. Love for her could be either the greatest bliss or the greatest disaster of life.”

I really liked Tatyana, because she is a woman with an amazing soul, strong will, sincerity of feelings, and a high sense of duty.

For me she became “Tatyana, dear Tatiana!”

3rd grade students: Natalia Gordeeva

Essay - story

My favorite fairy-tale man is “Cipollino”.

Plan

1. What is the hero's name?
2. Description of appearance (portrait).
3. Where does the hero live?
4. Favorite activities.
5. Character of the hero.
6. The author's attitude towards the hero.
7. My attitude towards the hero.

Hello! Let's get acquainted. My name is Cipollino. I want to tell you guys a little about myself.

I am short, with green eyes. I have a tuft of green hair on my head, I dress modestly, since I live in big family, and we don't have money to dress richly.

Now I travel a lot on earth, and before my wanderings I lived in a wooden hut, a little larger than a box.

When godfather Pumpkin told me about Master Vinogradinka and his skill as a shoemaker, I became interested in this work and became a good assistant.

I'll tell you about my character. I always try to be cheerful and not lose heart. I am also fair, with a sense of humor, and kind.

I like this hero because he never considers the opinions of others, but acts fairly. Kindness towards others and mutual assistance make one treat him with even greater respect.

3rd grade students: Svetlana Vasilyeva

Composition

"MY FAVORITE FAIRY-TALE HERO."

Hello guys! My favorite fairy-tale hero is CARLSON.

Carlson is a small, plump man. He has a button on his stomach and a motor with a propeller behind his back.

My hero lives in small house, on the roof. His house is hidden behind a large chimney of one of the Swedish houses.

Carlson loves to fly and play pranks.

My hero is a self-confident little man, an inventor, inquisitive, important, loves pranks, but is afraid of responsibility, has a sweet tooth.

I really liked this little naughty guy, you can say I’m in love with him.

3rd grade students: Lenskikh Angelina

The essay is a story about a fairy-tale man.

"CIPOLLINO"

My hero's name is Cipollino. His name means onion.

Cipollino has blue eyes, a snub nose and a cheerful smile.

He lives on the outskirts of the city with his brothers and dad. They live poorly, but amicably.

Cipollino loves to repair shoes in the workshop of the master Vinogradinka.

By nature, my hero is kind, cheerful, cheerful.

I treat Cipollino with a kind soul, I really like him as a fairy-tale hero.

I thought for a long time, who do I like best? Whose character and behavior do I prefer? What hero is this? It turned out to be Harry Potter, I will say more, it was with this hero that my love for magic, and for magic in general, began. What does it lead to, and what follows a series of incredible events. Don't you want to dream, forget about all your problems? Therefore, there are moments when, falling asleep, I dream that one day I, too, will receive an invitation to the school of Witchcraft and Witchcraft. I know that it’s impossible to get there, and in general it’s all fiction, but it was the dreams and the feeling of lightness that hooked me into it. This little boy with green eyes, a thin build, who looks younger than his years, with black hair that is always tousled, and his round glasses, which he always so carefully corrects, his scar. He seems like an ordinary guy, but there is something about him, something unusual, something that attracts you.

Perhaps it is simplicity, perhaps his hesitant voice, but I will focus on the fact that this is his character. Harry is actually very smart, but another thing is that he is hotheaded. If someone is in trouble, he will not hesitate, but will simply run to the rescue. This shows that Harry is clearly not selfish. The book teaches friendship, kindness, help, and life, of course. Reading Harry Potter, I realized that a true friend will be with you even when there is no chance of winning. His friends were very afraid of Voldemort, but still they did not give up and did everything to ensure that their friend achieved his goal. It was thanks to his friends that Harry became exactly like this, because if they didn’t support him, would he have confidence then? Harry was unlucky in life, he was left without parents, so he had to live in a family in which they always laughed at him and did not particularly love him. It was really hard for him, but how did he feel when he found out about his ability? He didn't say anything to anyone. Yes, of course, they would laugh at him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was handed over to the doctors. What is it like to live when you don’t understand people, especially those with whom you live... He leaves for Hogwarts, in a word - paradise. Harry is not used to being in a new society, but he makes friends there. Harry Potter is a "man of first impressions." If he doesn’t like someone (or, on the contrary, likes him) at first sight, he is very reluctant to reconsider his attitude towards him. True, he always easily and even happily forgives the offender, if only he says: “Sorry, Harry, I was deeply wrong.” This happened with Ron, this happened a year later with Seamus, this happened again with Dudley... Harry cannot get rid of his own emotions and rely only on facts like Remus Lupin, he does not know how to tenaciously notice details like Hermione Granger, he does not know how to relate to everything humor, like the Weasley twins. But he is able to deeply and strongly love people, and anticipate what cannot be explained in words. “Always follow your intuition,” Lupine once tells him, “it almost never deceives you.” Find me a person who hasn't heard his name at least once? Who hasn't watched this one of the best children's films: kind, magical, teaches love and friendship. The sincerity of this boy, do you remember it? That Christmas present they gave him. He didn't receive much love, he is happy with any sign of attention. I say a huge thank you to Joan for the emotions that I experienced when I read this book. For the times I felt free when I was there with Harry. The world of Harry Potter is fictional, but it teaches us a lot. The main characters of the book had such traits as courage and loyalty. They fought evil and never gave in to it. Thanks to her Harry Potter, many people who did not like to read began to love reading. If there were more such books, all people on the planet would become fans of literature.

My favorite character.

Every person, I think, should have a favorite literary hero whom he constantly remembers and tries to be like. It is best to talk about a favorite hero when he has made an unforgettable impression and left a deep imprint in the memory. I believe that my favorite hero is a person who treats people with love, kindness and understanding, and acts decently and honestly towards them. All these qualities have existed for a very long time, so they could not ignore my hero, because without them neither love, nor friendship, nor mutual understanding exists. So, my favorite hero is a principled, honest, open and kind person.

I consider Vladimir Ustimenko my favorite hero. I learned about him in sufficient detail from the first book of Yu. Herman’s trilogy, “The Cause You Serve.” The author showed the anxious pre-war years in the novel, spoke about the youth of the main character Vladimir Ustimenko, and about his choice of his path. In addition, Yu. German spoke about Volodya’s older friends who influenced the formation of this wonderful doctor and person.

My favorite hero is my ideal, a spiritual mentor who mentally supports me in various matters. Vladimir was a person for whom medicine was in the forefront, in first place among other sciences. For him, apart from “the cause he served,” nothing else existed. Without medicine, his life would be boring and meaningless.

It all started in childhood. Volodya began to acquire knowledge of medicine for the first time. He studied biology, chemistry, collected anatomical atlases, and once tried to buy a human skeleton in a store. In his room hung Rembrandt's painting "Anatomy Lesson".

While attending the anatomical club, Volodya learned all the hidden secrets of this science. He was able to apply the gradually accumulated knowledge in one terrible situation. Volodya had to provide medical assistance to the shepherd boy. “He tore off his shirt and began clumsily applying a tourniquet to his stump.” This act required enormous courage and resourcefulness, because not every person could not get confused in this situation.

The author further writes that in his first year at the institute, Volodya read many books on surgery, which brought him closer and related to medicine. After graduating from college. Volodya worked in an ambulance. The hero was especially struck by one story that he remembered for the rest of his life. One evening Volodya had to assist the sick Belyakov. “He peered into Belyakov’s face for a second or two, then ordered to give him sugar.” Having made several injections, he “gave life” to an almost hopeless patient.

Volodya’s professionalism was evident in the village of Khare. The young doctor was not looking for easy ways, an easy victory in life, and that is why he agreed to a trip to the village of Khara. Here Volodya “erected his first real hospital with an outpatient clinic and an operating room.” Vladimir always sought to alleviate the suffering of the sick. He was one of the first doctors in the village to begin performing complex operations. The doctor never backed down from difficulties. He also saved the hopelessly ill Tush, who later began working in this hospital. I think that this example speaks of the caring nature of my hero. Volodya truly served people, devoting himself to his favorite work. There was a rumor among the residents of the village about “what an amazing doctor lives in Khara.” Volodya's conscience was always clear because he fought for every patient.

What I admire about this man is that he achieved everything on his own, made a brilliant career that was not an end in itself. The main thing for Vladimir was people's health.

I sympathize with him as a person, I admire his high professionalism, which is why I consider Vladimir Ustimenko my favorite hero.