Songs about school appear in our lives before first grade. We hear songs about school on the first line on September 1, they are in children's films and books, they go with us through the school years, and we learn school songs and waltzes for graduation and the last bell.
First-grader songs
They teach at school
Write different letters with a thin feather in a notebook
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
Subtract and multiply, do not offend kids
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
Add two to four, read the words syllable by syllable
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
Good books to love and be educated
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
Find east and south, draw a square and a circle
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
And never confuse islands and cities
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
About the verb and about the dash, and about the rain in the yard
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
Be strong friends, cherish friendship from childhood
They teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school.
First grader song
(their film “Different Fates”)
(words and music by unknown author)
Load more and more of us
For some reason they did.
First grade at school today -
Like an institute.
The teacher asks us
With X's of tasks,
Candidate of Sciences – and that one
Cries over a task.
It's only the beginning,
It's only the beginning,
It's only the beginning,
Oh oh oh!
And we have a problem -
Essay again.
Leo Tolstoy at my age
I didn't write that.
I don't go anywhere
I don't breathe ozone.
I'm busy at work
Synchrophasotron.
Load more and more of us
For some reason they did.
First grade at school today -
Like an institute.
I go to bed at twelve
There is no strength to undress.
I wish I could become an adult right away,
Take a break from childhood.
Natasha the first-grader
Words by K. Ibryaev
Music by Yu. Chichkov
Crimson clusters of rowan trees sparkle.
Like hundreds of cheerful lights.
Today I'm not going to school alone,
And with his little sister.
Chorus: Sister Natasha is now a first-grader
Now she is a student.
And our whole street knows about it.
And our whole country knows about this.
And people around smile at her
And they wave after us as we go.
And it’s like I’m becoming more mature
I'm taking my sister to school.
And a new dress and a new briefcase
It suits her very well, they say.
I'll be the first to open the school door for her.
It’s not for nothing that I’m the older brother!
Farewell to first class
(their film “First-Grader”)
(words by E. Schwartz, music by D. Kabalevsky, M. Ziv)
First class, for the first time
A year ago you accepted us.
We moved to the second
And we say goodbye to you.
Chalk, board, pictures, cards
They will cross with us.
The desks will be a little higher.
They will grow up with us.
We fell in love with each other
We stand up for our friends,
And my friend is with me
Moves to the second.
And what about the teacher?
Will he leave you and me?
No, the teacher too
Moves to the second.
So, on a merry way,
We walk, standing in formation,
Together with the class and with the school.
And with the whole native country.
First grade! For the first time
A year ago you accepted us.
We moved to the second
And we say goodbye to you.
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Songs about school
School years
(from the film “First-Grader”)
(words by E. Dolmatovsky, music by D. Kabalevsky)
On the first fine day of September
I timidly entered under the bright arches.
First textbook and first lesson -
This is how the school years begin.
Chorus:
The school years are wonderful,
With friendship, with a book, with a song,
How fast they fly!
You can't turn them back.
Will they fly by without a trace?
No, no one will ever forget
School years.
Here on the chest a scarlet tie blossomed,
Youth rages like spring waters.
Soon we will join the Komsomol -
This is how the school years continue.
Life is the most serious subject.
We will find joy, overcome adversity,
Red Square, spring dawn -
The school years are coming to an end.
Chorus
School Waltz
(from the film “First-Grader”)
(words by M. Matusovsky, music by I. Dunaevsky)
Long time ago, cheerful friends,
We said goodbye to school.
But every year we come to our class.
Birches and maples in the garden
They greet us with bows,
And the school waltz sounds for us again.
We came here as kids
With pencil cases and books
They entered and sat down in rows.
Ten classes have been completed here,
And here we are the word - Motherland
For the first time we read it in warehouses.
To the sounds of a smooth waltz
I remembered the glorious years
Familiar and lovely lands.
You with gray locks
Over our notebooks
My old teacher.
Winters and springs have flown by,
We became adults a long time ago
But we remember our school days.
They fly on starry paths,
Sailing on threatening seas
Your favorite students.
But wherever we are,
We haven't forgotten you
How a mother is not forgotten by her sons.
You are our eternal youth,
Simple and heartfelt,
My first teacher!
Fun school
one and a half“,
In other cases it is written “ one and a half“.
Lying on the table one and a half pie,
And all three of us are friends here.
One and a half No pies on the table -
Well, you can't turn away.
TO one and a half for those pies - cottage cheese
Not bad, I would say...
But they ate it anyway one and a half pie,
And I just swallowed my saliva.
One and a half We pies together
We're full and full,
And I about one and a half those pies
I will dream even in my sleep.
Let the children remember the rule firmly,
So that even in old age you will never be confused:
In the nominative and accusative they write “ one and a half“,
In other cases it is written “ one and a half“.
So that even in old age you will never be confused:
In the nominative and accusative they write “ one and a half“,
In other cases it is written “ one and a half“.
And where one and a half cans are worth honey,
I know, but I won't tell you.
One and a half cans not visible in the closet
Search and I'll take a look.
TO one and a half banks I wish I had some tea...
Find some honey first!
We are still one and a half cans We'll find some honey.
I'm holding my stomach laughing!
One and a half cans plenty of honey
We could enjoy it for three days...
I tell you about one and a half banks I'll say:
They are in my stomach!
We composed a song for the kids,
So that even in old age you will never be confused:
In the nominative and accusative they write “ one and a half“,
In other cases it is written “ one and a half“.
From what, from what from what
Are our boys done?
Of freckles and firecrackers,
From rulers and batteries
Our boys are done.
From what, from what, from what
Are our girls done?
From flowers and bells,
From notebooks and glances
Our girls are done.
From what, from what from what
Are our boys done?
From springs and pictures,
From glass and blotters
Our boys are done.
From what, from what from what
Are our girls done?
From handkerchiefs and balls,
From riddles and marmalades
Our girls are done.
Words by J. Khaletsky
Teachers have no time to grow old
Smoothly the red leaves fly
In the blue squares of school frames,
The first-graders are leafing through the primer again,
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
The sun's ray jumps across our desks,
Winking at us cheerfully.
We are growing quickly, which means -
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
No time to grow old, no time to grow old
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
Pulls us away from the school threshold
To new construction projects, to star ships.
White Stone School
1
It's a fine day,
Happy day
There is gold and blue in the sky.
White Stone School
Among the fir trees and aspens.
Nearby is a grove, nearby is a field.
The hare and the marmot know:
If it's quiet in our school,
So there's a lesson going on there.
Chorus:
How beautiful are these kind words:
MOTHER,
SCHOOL,
HOMELAND,
MOSCOW.
2
If it's a break at school,
Immediately into the field and into the woods
Will definitely arrive
Someone's loud voice.
The grove is close, the field is close.
The sun is in the blue sky.
How much laughter, how much squealing,
So much joy all around!
Chorus:
How beautiful are these bright words:
MOTHER,
SCHOOL,
HOMELAND,
MOSCOW.
3
But the forest and field are darkening.
The sunset is burning in the distance.
If it's quiet at school,
This means there are no children at school.
The wind doesn't move the leaves.
There is dew on the grass.
Tomorrow the school will hear again
Mischievous voices.
Chorus:
How beautiful are the main words:
MOTHER,
SCHOOL,
HOMELAND,
MOSCOW.
School polka
It's good at school today
The hall is on fire.
We are on our merry holiday
We invite all our friends.
Anyone here can dance,
The dance is getting faster and faster.
Who, guys, is shy there?
Near the doors?Chorus:
To make the holiday fun,
Sing along, dear school,
Our cheerful laughter
Let it rush the farthest.
Let both laughter and words fly
Directly to Sverdlov Square,
For Okhotny Ryad,
Where the lights of the Kremlin are burning.
Look at the pioneers
Look all -
There are officers between us
In fighting glory.
Our Suvorov veteran will pull you up
Stronger strap.
Let me dance
Invite, my friend!
Chorus.
Who is not afraid of lessons,
Who is the class proud of?
He knows how to have fun
A hundred times better.
Our school holiday is in full swing,
Everyone started dancing.
We're all on a roll today
It's fun here.
Jokes, sayings
They are pouring all around.
For “fours” and “fives”
We dance and sing.
It's good at school today
The hall is on fire.
We are on our merry holiday
We invite all our friends.
/Option:
Our orchestra plays brilliantly
For my guys.
And you won’t say that it’s quiet
Voices are ringing./
Chorus:
Play more friendly
Dance more fun
Our cheerful laughter
Let it rush the farthest.
Let both laughter and words fly
Directly to Sverdlov Square,
For Okhotny Ryad,
Where the lights of the Kremlin are burning.
Two by two is four
Two by two is four,
Two by two is four,
Everyone in the whole world knows this,
Two by two is four,
Two by two is four,
Everyone in the whole world knows this!
Two by two is four,
Two by two is four,
And not three, not five - you need to know this!
Two by two is four,
Two by two is four,
And not six, not seven - that’s clear to everyone!
Three times three forever is nine,
There's nothing you can do about it!
And it's not hard to count
What is five five?
Five five is twenty five!
Five five is twenty five!
Absolutely right!
Who, friends, will we ask?
Six eight is forty eight!
Six six - please take into account
Invariably thirty-six!
Six six is thirty six!
Absolutely right!
This will never happen again
(words - M. Plyatskovsky, music - S. Tulikov)
Clouds look out the school window,
The lesson seems endless.
You can hear the feather creaking slightly
And the lines fall on the piece of paper.
First love... Sounding years...
Doesn't repeat, doesn't repeat,
This will never happen again!
The invisible look of surprised eyes
And the words are a little vague.
After these words for the very first time
I want to turn the whole world upside down.
First love... Snow on the wires.
There is a flashing star in the sky.
Doesn't repeat, doesn't repeat,
This will never happen again!
Doesn't repeat, doesn't repeat,
This will never happen again!
The song of rain flows like a stream.
Green winds rustle.
Jealousy for no reason, arguments about nothing
It felt like yesterday.
First love... Sounding years...
In puddles of blue glass ice...
Doesn't repeat, doesn't repeat,
This will never happen again!
Doesn't repeat, doesn't repeat,
This will never happen again!
Crane song
(from the film “We’ll Live Until Monday”)
(words by G. Polonsky, music by K. Molchanov)
Maybe it's time to calm down
But, to be honest, I don’t like
The saying is that to have a tit
Better than being sad for a crane.
I stand there, waving to him like a friend,
I want to think about him
It’s as if he’s not flying to the south,
And to the valley of my childhood.
Let him circle over our school,
The grateful one will say hello
Let him see if it still works
Whether our teacher is old or not.
We didn't listen to him, rakes,
He was becoming whiter...
I remember how he loved Bernes
The song is all about the same cranes...
I remember we fell silent in the middle of the lesson:
A white wedge was floating in the distance through the window...
Apparently, with hope and reproach
Cranes serve man.
My teacher
(music - A. Varlamov)
A gentle bell calls for your desks,
The teacher begins his lesson,
All the years we were taught to understand
Both difficult and easy subjects.
The teacher doesn't know how to get tired
He checks his notebooks until dawn.
Chorus:
My good teacher, why are you silent?
Tears suddenly sparkled in his eyes.
You opened the world to us and no matter where we lived,
And the school will always be in our hearts.
Sometimes we were unbearable,
It was as if a demon had entered our souls.
The teacher will quietly say: “No problem.”
After all, my teacher is the best, the best.
The years will fly by in rapid succession,
And the time has come to say goodbye.
Teacher, we know what's wrong with you
It will be very difficult for us to part.
Chorus
A gentle bell calls you to your desks.
The cheerful laughter ceases for a while.
The teacher starts his lesson
And everything around seems to freeze.
Chorus(2 times)
And the school will always be in our hearts (3 times)
You have to have fun learning
(from the film “First-Grader”)
(words by K. Ibryaev, music by S. Sosnin)
On the road, girls! Let's go, boys!
Walk the ladder of knowledge boldly!
Wonderful meetings and good books
There will be steps on it.
And a song and a song
It will be useful to us on the way.
You have to have fun learning
Learning should be fun!
We'll have fun learning
To study well!
Along our ladder you will soon be able
Reach inaccessible sea depths,
Descend to earth, climb mountains
And even reach the moon.
There will be steep steps on the stairs,
But the treasured route has been precisely verified,
To make you friends with an amazing miracle,
Which is called knowledge.
Our school country
(words - K. Ibryaev, music - Y. Chichkov)
Don't twist the colorful globe -
You won't find it there
That country, a special country,
Which we sing about.
Our old planet
Everything has been studied for a long time,
But this country is big -
Like a white spot.
Chorus:
Let this country
The trains don't go, the trains don't go,
Us moms for the first time
They bring you here by the hand.
In this ringing, cheerful country
They greet us like new residents.
This country is always in my heart!
To a new class, like to a new city,
We come every year -
A tribe of young dreamers,
Restless people.
So we have to fly and sail again
Across that endless country,
To unexpected discoveries,
For graduation in the spring.
Chorus
Here we sometimes hear
In the quiet rustle of pages
The noise of distant new buildings,
Voices of flowers and birds.
The wind of wanderings turns the globe,
Waving its wing to us
In that country, a special country,
Which we sing about.
Chorus
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Alumni songs
Graduate song
(from the film “Different Fates”)
(words by N. Dorizo, music by N. Bogoslovsky)
You put on a festive dress,
In it now you are quite an adult.
Just yesterday you were a classmate,
And today who will you become to me?
We want to leave school quickly.
We don't think about it with you,
That this minute will not return,
The hour will not repeat graduation.
From childhood we were in a hurry to become adults,
We were rushing through our school years.
So that we value our childhood,
We must part with him forever!
I remember the past diligently
And I’m tormented by an anxious thought:
Parting with childhood completely,
Maybe I'll break up with you too?
Farewell Waltz
(from the film “The Prank”)
(words by A. Didurov, music by A. Flyarkovsky)
When we leave the school yard
To the sounds of an ageless waltz,
The teacher takes us to the corner,
And again - back, and again to him in the morning -
Meet, teach and part again,
When we leave the school yard.
The door at school is always open for us.
There is no need to rush to say goodbye to her!
Well, how can you forget the ringing bell of drops?
And the girl the briefcase was carrying?
Let nothing happen again later,
The door at school is always open for us.
Walk through the quiet school floors.
A lot has been lived and understood here!
The voice was timid, the chalk in his hand was shaking,
But you ran home in victory!
And if suddenly luck disappears, -
Walk through the quiet school floors.
Thank you that there is no end to the lessons,
Although you wait with hope for change.
But life is a special subject:
Will ask new questions in response,
But you must find a solution!
Prom
(words - B. Blagodatny, music - F. Klibanov)
Today is my graduation party
He waltzes around with me.
Sunset and golden evening
And the time that runs, runs.
A little sad day and hour
Farewell to all teachers
We say for the last time:
"Thank you! And goodbye."
Chorus:
School is over, last call
We won't go to school anymore
A long-trodden road
And these walls cannot be forgotten,
That they were faithful help to us.
And after many, many years
We may not recognize each other.
That's it, goodbye, hello.
Let's capture the moment in a photo.
Chorus:
School is over, last call
He doesn’t want to say goodbye, he calls me to class.
And a photo for memory and a word of forgiveness.
Invite me to a slow dance.
School, school, I miss you
The school yard and the laughter of girlfriends -
The cleanest, most sonorous
And they run through warm puddles
Barefoot girls
And they are already pumping others
Our school swing...
School, school, I miss you
How quickly we grew up!
Chorus:
And notes with doves keep flying to me from childhood,
They bother my memory, there’s no escape from them.
I still meet my school friends sometimes,
It turned out to be painful. School, school, I miss you
We learned, we fell in love,
You and I shared secrets,
These ten years have flown by
The farewell bell rang.
The doors will open in September
You are completely different guys
School, school, I don't believe it
That everything has passed without return
Chorus
The bell rings for me furtively,
There is languor in my soul.
I'm for a clean notebook
I'll be at home in September.
I’ll write what I dreamed about
To everyone who was next to me,
School, school, I miss you
For you and the guys
Chorus
School, school, I miss, I miss...
School, school, I miss, I miss...
It turned out to be painful. School, school, I miss...
Waltz of parting
(words - K. Vanshenkin, music - Y. Frenkel)
Do you hear the spring winds blowing?
The time has come for us to part,
Our last bell rang here,
This last lesson is over,
This last school lesson has ended.
You, completing the required path,
Don't forget your home school.
The first fine day in September,
The first formal school bell
Native class, native class threshold.
We part to meet again,
After all, love remains forever.
Years later, clear as a stream,
Let the school bell ring,
Let him ring the last school bell.
Goodbye school
(words and music - A. Pautov)
The time of miracles is quickly melting away.
Don't be sad, smile goodbye
Remember these days, remember.
Wish your wishes come true,
Wish us all a new meeting.
Friends break up
The memory remains in the heart.
Let's take care of our friendship
Goodbye, see you again.
Let's wish each other success,
And kindness and love without end.
Our school echo
Remains in poems and hearts.
Our classrooms are getting quieter
The time of miracles is quickly melting away.
Goodbye, friends, goodbye,
Goodbye, see you again.
Friends break up
The memory remains in the heart.
Let's take care of our friendship
Goodbye, see you again.
Let's take care of our friendship
Goodbye, see you again.
Song of graduates' parents
(words - E. Legoyko, music - R. Pauls)
Holiday, holiday we celebrate with family,
Holiday, holiday, holiday, graduation!
Our school is in turmoil these days,
Screams, noise and even running.
Chorus:
Grandmothers next to mothers
They are sitting sadly today.
And a little slyly, thinking,
They look at grown-up guys.
Grandmothers next to mothers
They are sitting sadly today.
And a little slyly, thinking,
They look at grown-up guys.
Our kids have grown up
And now they are graduates.
Look, they're standing here
They don’t scream, and they don’t seem to play pranks.
Chorus
How quickly the years have passed,
Everyone got used to it, they became nice to everyone,
They don’t want to leave childhood
I wish I could take it and return it!
Chorus
Last call
(words and music - V. Baykov)
The first time we came to first grade,
We didn't know how to read or write,
We carried flowers to the line,
They gave us a nice uniform.
First class is the first bell,
There were joys, there were hardships,
Our teacher and first lesson,
It started like this, it started like this
This is how my school years began.
Sometimes we didn't listen to you
And they ran away from class somewhere,
You were angry with us for this,
But they forgave and understood everything.
We learned, we fell in love, we grew,
The days flowed by like spring waters,
And I just couldn’t believe it then
That they will end, that they will end,
That school years will end.
Oh, how quickly the years fly by,
We almost didn’t have time to look back,
We will never forget
These are the days when we grew up.
Our last bell is ringing,
And the school vaults say goodbye,
But we still can’t believe it
What ends, what ends,
That school years are ending.
It’s too early for us to say goodbye to school,
There are still many, many days to study.
But the time has come to part
With my first teacher.
For us you were the most, the most, the most
We love you very, very, very much.
We call you our second mother,
You call us your children.
We grew older, as if overnight...
Fourth grade left behind
And we will study in the fifth grade
Let it be next to you, but without you.
Separation pain and bitterness of parting
Today we will divide in half...
And we will carry away a wealth of knowledge,
What you patiently gave to us.
You will tell us on the road: “Happy!”
And you will recruit a new first class...
And you will still be patient
Teach others as you taught us.
And they will teach us other subjects,
And we will enter a different rut...
But we will remember with a bright feeling
My first teacher.
We are just at the beginning of the journey.
And how many roads do we have to go through?
We ourselves don’t know yet
But we trust you with everything!
Not only read and write,
You taught us to dream.
Not just teaching lessons -
Try to be good
Find out where is good and where is evil...
How lucky we are
That the best teacher is ours,
And the best in the world is our class!
Our first teacher,
We are so grateful to you for everything!
And for the first lines in the notebook,
And for maternal warmth.
Will remain in memory forever,
Everything you taught at times.
Today we call you warmly
The best, dear, dear!
Bow to the ground to you, our first teacher!
Today we want to fill your monastery
Today we use heartfelt words!
You chose children's minds in life
Grow and send into the world of knowledge forever,
To become a worthy replacement in the future
We were able in practice for our fathers!
We give you many kind words,
Ours is rich in them!
The whole class entered your heart with love,
You have a whole class of daughters and sons!
In moments of spiritual rain, cold weather
Our loving class will warm your soul,
We hope he can be sympathetic in the future!
You have revealed to us that the world is full of goodness,
And your soul has an unearthly spark
I lit the fires of bright knowledge in our hearts!
So be happy from now on,
You are so young! Paths are open to you,
It’s hard to find a more sincere teacher
We can study on the road!
Walk boldly with the Wand of Good Luck,
There is no profession you need more in life.
Not everyone becomes a teacher with love,
This kind of patience and work is needed here.
And a strong will on the school path,
Not in every teacher you can find,
You are like a combination of strength and affection!
And continue your work without fear
You can safely, because in the future you will
This is what your sincere, loving class believes!
First teacher forever
You will stay. All school years
We looked at the cute features.
There is so much kindness and warmth in them!
What love, patience reserve
You need to teach us all,
Understand, help, forgive or scold,
At the same time, love everyone.
There is no favorite person in school!
The radiant light of your eyes is dear to us,
Smile and praise for the deed -
Your kind words are so appreciated!
But the main thing is that we have been given a great start,
And we are grateful to you for this.
So the knowledge will come in handy!
And henceforth we will try to study,
So as not to let you down, but to show you,
What knowledge did you give to many people?
And we will remember that from “your hands”
We went to the world of big sciences.
Once very small
They took us to school
Our bows turned white,
The bouquets were blooming.
And awkward fingers
You taught me to write,
And what is Motherland?
You and I felt it!
If anyone gets into trouble,
Or what else will happen,
We run to you like to a spring,
Drink living water...
You were an affectionate mother,
With goodness, warmth and light,
We were happy in class
Well, how can I forget all this?
And the years are gray horses
Faster - faster they rushed,
Teacher first,
How we missed you!
A gentle bell calls for your desks,
The teacher begins his lesson,
All the years we were taught to understand
Both difficult and easy subjects.
The teacher doesn't know how to get tired
He checks his notebooks until dawn.
Sometimes we were unbearable,
It was as if a demon had entered our souls.
The teacher will quietly say: “It’s not a problem,”
After all, my teacher is the best, the best.
The years will fly by in rapid succession,
And the time has come to say goodbye.
Teacher, we know what’s wrong with you,
It will be very difficult for us to part.
A gentle bell calls you to your desks.
The cheerful laughter ceases for a while.
The teacher starts his lesson
And everything around seems to freeze.
My good teacher, why are you silent?
Tears suddenly sparkled in his eyes.
You opened the world to us and no matter where we lived,
And the school will always be in our hearts.
My good teacher, why are you silent?
Tears suddenly sparkled in his eyes.
You opened the world to us and no matter where we lived,
And the school will always be in our hearts.
And the school will always be in our hearts
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Somewhere in this world
There is a favorite school.
Children walk happily
For lessons here.
There are fountains nearby,
Rainbow in the sky
But why do many
Tears on eyes.
Chorus:
Our dear teacher
I got another class,
We were gathered for graduation,
He's already waving to us.
We are in four years
They loved you so much.
At different times of the year
We hurried to class.
Even the frost is bitter
Didn't scare us at all
After all, on the threshold of school
The teacher met us.
Chorus:
We say thank you
Now we want to wish
To have your new class
A hundred times better than ours!
With you we learned
Overcome everything
And for test questions
Feel free to answer.
Certificates and diplomas
We all have one.
And for whom did we try?
Of course, for you!
Chorus:
Our dear teacher,
The closest and dearest,
From us we bow to you
This graduation.
Happiness, love, prosperity,
New heights in work!
Sometimes it's not sweet at school,
Only on Earth
The work of a teacher is important!
Even though we have graduation,
We don't even know
How can we live without you?
Chorus:
Our dear teacher
The closest and dearest.
And although the sadness is light,
It's very sad to part.
(N. Shester)
2. Goodbye, our first teacher! (Alteration of A. Pakhmutova’s song “It’s getting quieter in the stands...”)
1. Today is our last time together
We walked into this class as if it was our own place.
Farewell, our first teacher,
We give this song to You.
It will now become quieter within our walls.
The threshold awaits the first-timers.
Dasha, Ilyusha and Misha are crying, -
Your favorite lesson will not return.
2. There were so many desired successes!
There were so many happy roads!
There was so much fun and laughter -
I could envy "Yeralash"!
Know that you taught us "eight"
Either praising or scolding for a reason.
In parting, we sincerely ask:
Remember us sometimes!
3. You were ready for a lot
They did not spare heat and labor.
They helped in deed and word,
And we had trouble - no problem.
With you we were able to achieve a lot.
We were able to understand a lot with you.
Goodbye, our first teacher!
We will remember the school and you!
4. We wish you health and happiness,
Live with luck and joy.
Remain as we know you,
To raise a worthy replacement!
Let's wish each other success,
And kindness and love without end.
Let the last call be a bright echo
It will spread through our hearts!
Chorus:
Let's part ways, friends. Tenderness remains in the heart.
Let's take care of our friendship! Goodbye, see you again!
(T. Bozhenova)
3. First teacher
We remember school fondly,
And your main merit is that
After all, we are very lucky in life:
You have become our teacher and friend!
Even then we looked up to you,
They were endlessly respected for their sensitivity,
And the whole class admired you,
Although you kept us strict.
We are so grateful to fate for that,
What is difficult even to express in words,
And we envy ourselves
What happened to us to meet you!
Today we want to congratulate you,
We wish you health and good luck!
And long years, short warm winters,
Have a nice evening at your new dacha!
(I. Orlova)
4. Poems for the teacher
Who teaches us?
Who is tormenting us?
Who gives us knowledge?
This is our school teacher -
Amazing people.
With you it is clear and light,
The soul is always warm.
And forgive me if it's on time
The lesson was not learned.
We fell in love with all our hearts
All our teachers
And we wish everyone good health
From prankish children!
5. To the first teacher from my parents
For three years you were a mother,
Taking girls and boys into the class.
You gave a lot of love
We read them a lot of smart books.
Thank you for your kindness,
For the pure, living word.
Thank you for being right
You gave life to a new galaxy.
We wish you happiness and goodness.
A sea of enthusiasm and health.
Thank you for being so wise
Let grief pass by.
Let the children love you dearly,
Running into the school like a crazy wave.
Do you remember this class?
Who will be true to his word.
(Galina Listopad)
6. Song of 4th grade graduates (based on the “Song of a First Grader”)
And we have a problem -
Parting soon.
Our childhood years
Like meteors.
They flew by like in a dream,
All four years
We are now without a beginning -
Like without oxygen.
Chorus: There will be more Toli (3 times)
Oh oh oh!
Us boys sometimes
They pulled my braids,
And then the girls
They clicked on the nose.
We will grow up over the summer,
Let's become bolder
We will come to you in 5th grade
A little smarter.
Wish teachers
We want patience
And forgive us sometimes
Singing in class.
We're already adults
They became unwillingly
New things await us
At our high school.
Chorus
(N. Bukhteyarova)
7. Graduates’ address to the first teacher
To us, dear Teacher,
I liked your character!
No one else but you
He couldn't handle us!
You are kind and fair!
You are an example for us in everything!
Gusts of the best feelings
Our class expresses to you!
Our big fourth grade
He feels sorry for you from the bottom of his heart.
We are bullies, hooligans,
Disobedient and stubborn.
But we hasten to assure you -
We are a normal school class.
Just don't be upset.
That which is bitter will be sweet.
We'll grow up soon.
And, of course, we will understand everything.
Someone will be an engineer
Who is not an example now.
Someone will be the God of the stage,
Who screams during breaks?
And you will more than once
Remember fourth grade.
We won't forget you either.
We are little people.
We are good, admit it.
And smile more often.
And don't be sad today.
Sorry for the past.
All our smiles are for you!
And from our dads and moms!
(L. Nevskaya)
8. Farewell song of grateful graduates
Spring winds blow through the windows,
Oh, how we don’t want to leave!
Just don't, don't be sad.
You opened the beginnings for us,
You are our joy and you are our pier.
All our joy and sadness in half,
All our success is dedicated to you.
Your lessons of kindness and love
We promise to carry through life,
That we have upset you more than once -
We apologize to you for this.
Spring winds blow through the windows,
The time has come for us to part.
Just don't, don't be sad -
You will welcome and raise our successors!
9. About the first teacher
It’s too early for us to say goodbye to school,
There are still many, many days to study.
But the time has come to part
With my first teacher.
You call us your children.
We grew older, as if overnight...
The fourth grade was left behind.
And we will study in the fifth grade,
Let it be next to you, but without you.
Separation pain and bitterness of parting
Today we will divide in half...
And we will carry away a wealth of knowledge,
What you patiently gave to us.
You will tell us on the road: “Happy!”
And you will recruit a new first class...
And you will still be patient
Teach others as you taught us.
And they will teach us other subjects,
And we will enter a different rut...
But we will remember with a bright feeling
My first teacher.
For us, you were the most, the most, the most!
We love you very, very, very much.
We call you our second mother,
You call us your children.
10. Let the golden autumn pass,
Let the autumn pass golden,
The blizzard will stop raging
And the sun, laughing and sparkling,
He will look into the primary classes.
Here they rushed to new knowledge
The first teacher and I are together,
We grew up, we were surprised, we became friends
And they sang their favorite songs.
Chorus:
September rustles leaves
And May is blooming again.
We will love you
Elementary school, know!
Our class is mischievous and cheerful.
Tests, lessons, tasks...
Today is elementary school
He wishes us good luck in life!
The doors will open and again
You will meet your first-graders.
We know, elementary school, -
You will remain in our hearts!
11. Who can teach better than mom?
Who can teach better than mom?
Will he explain the whole lesson to us?
Our teacher is the first one,
There is a light in our life.
He will light the path
To the kingdom of knowledge, not dreams.
He will give us a pen, not a spoon,
Be ready to learn!
He greets you with a smile
Every day and every time
Patiently explains
Everything that is important for us to know.
Our teacher is the first
He's in a hurry to come to our rescue.
It can be very different:
He will regret it, he will make you laugh,
And he will scold you for the cause,
And he will praise you for your answer.
From one he will strictly ask,
And he will give advice to others.
She will play ball with us
And he will go on a forest hike.
If necessary, he will caress you,
Will never let you down!
How lucky we are
Our teacher is just wow!
Thank you for your knowledge,
Let's go, goodbye!
(O. Uralsky)
12. First teacher
The first teacher is an adult friend,
Second mother to children.
And the caress of these hands.
When we don't understand something,
Tears shine in the eyes -
He will hug and explain,
He will tell you from the pictures.
When you are guilty, he will scold you,
Without anger and partiality.
And, like mother, will forgive us,
He will forget all the “bad weather”.
When we are smart, she
I'm sincerely happy for everyone,
How proud I am of my own children,
A's are her reward.
The first teacher is an adult friend,
Second mother to children.
Warms us all with the warmth of two hands
And the caress of these hands.
(N. Samonii)
13. Waltz of parting
Our last call sounds sad,
Lesson is over at the elementary school.
Do you hear, hear the ringing of voices,
We studied here for many hours.
We studied a lot, studied a lot of hours...
We are already moving to fifth grade,
There will be another teacher there,
But today we promise you:
That we will justify the trust there.
That we will justify your trust in us.
Remember us more often,
And so that the fire in the soul does not go out,
We will visit our old class,
Our successes will be shared with you all.
Our successes will be shared with you all.
Your efforts are not wasted,
May all gardens bloom in your honor.
We are grateful for your hard work,
New first-graders are waiting for you.
First graders are waiting for you, first graders are waiting for you.
(Yu. Sivakov)
14. Svetka and I are learning the role.
Svetka and I are learning the role.
It's graduation in our class.
Spent four years
With her at her desk alone.
Remember strange and funny
It was so long ago -
We are two stupid girls
We look out the window into the school classroom.
Our first call was
Our first lesson was...
And now - goodbye, teacher,
The first school teacher.
There were joyful days
And we were sad.
We want to remember for the rest of our lives
Lights of the first school years.
Let's move on to senior class
It's graduation time now.
Even though the school is only elementary,
Still sad for us...
(R. Doronov)
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15. First last bell, graduation
Days after days have flown by,
Flashed by like dreams
And no more than a week
Remains with spring.
So the road has been passed
Called "first class".
Summer is just around the corner -
He's waiting for us, hurrying us along.
Summer is calling us somewhere -
Away from work and worries...
That's it, guys.
Our first school year.
It is both joyful and difficult
There was one for each of us.
We'll never forget
We are you, our first class.
Today we are parting -
But sometimes in the autumn
Again, again let's go back to class -
But now it’s the second time.
We'll come, we'll come, we'll come
To our school - in the meantime
Let's celebrate our holiday together -
Last call day.
(L. Sirota)
16. Song "Goodbye!" (to the tune of "The Song Stays with the Man")
The year is over, summer calls us on hikes,
But we will miss school.
After all, so many songs have been sung with friends,
And from the stage I want to say:
Friendly class 4th, goodbye!
We are moving to the 5th!
We are grateful to you, our second mothers!
They taught us to think and reason.
We admit that we were often stubborn.
And from the stage I want to say:
Chorus: Through the years, through distances,
On any road, on any side,
Our first teacher, goodbye!
Our wise teacher, goodbye!
After all, we are not saying goodbye to you.
17. Farewell song "Nadezhda" (based on the song "Nadezhda")
A familiar star is shining for us,
What is called Primary School,
We were always happy here
The sun warmed us with its rays.
But we are moving to 5th grade,
The time of parting is coming,
A lot of kind words and phrases
I would like to say goodbye to you!
Chorus: Teacher! You are always there.
Cool mom will help us.
We were sometimes wrong
Sometimes they were a little stubborn.
But 4 years are behind,
We have become more serious and smarter.
Thank you for those gardens
What they raised without sparing their soul.
It's time for you to reap the harvest
And it's time for you to take stock.
Send pets to 5th grade -
Thank you, our teachers!
18. Parents’ song at a primary school graduation (to the tune of the song “It will happen again...”)
We entered first grade, started studying,
And we didn’t think then that everything would happen like this:
At work until five, classes in the evening,
Do not get around to doing household chores.
Chorus:
It's only the beginning,
It's only the beginning,
It's only the beginning
Oh. Oh oh! (sung 2 times)
They broke all their brains with this Peterson.
Our children are weaklings, but we are Newtons.
We study languages, write essays,
We are nominated as candidates for scientific works.
Chorus (2 times).
Here comes the holiday - graduation! Everyone, of course, is happy
That you and I were able to survive until this date.
We look forward to the summer holidays more than the kids.
Eh, I wish I could throw the diaries and books on the table!
Chorus (2 times).
(L. Brusnikina)
19. Song of a primary school teacher (to the song “Smile”)
We have more than twenty people,
And now I sing this song to all of you.
I'm very sorry to say goodbye to you,
After all, we were all together for four years.
Chorus:
Always be friends and never quarrel
Make friends with new teachers.
Just always remember what I taught -
Now you will do everything yourself.
We are parting with you now,
You go to secondary school to study.
Have a good summer rest
Try not to be lazy in fifth grade.
20. For so many years of working at school
After so many years of working at school
This is not your first graduation!
There were already a sea of students,
But every issue is original!
Alas, it's time to say goodbye
With elementary school and for us.
Although it's hard to leave,
We pass on our class to others.
Toothless guys will come
Those first-graders are kids,
That the granite of science will gnaw,
And pens and pencils.
Like us, they will run around the school
And forget things in class.
What can we all do?
Just come and help!
We wish you optimism,
Let the new class be the best!
But on the wave of patriotism
Don't leave us though!
Figure it out in your own way,
When we fall into disgrace.
And if necessary, intercede,
And we will not be lost with you!
(N. Shester)
21. Gift for the teacher (to the tune of "Songs about a good mood")
We lived for four years
We are a friendly family,
Like our own mother, we loved you.
There were successes, there were also adversities,
But in the end everything was -
Simply top class!
Remember how slices
They didn't let you sleep
You worried about us as if we were family.
But we still
Everyone wrote them
For good grades,
Remember them.
Chorus:
And a smile without a doubt
Suddenly touches your eyes,
And good mood
Will not leave you again.
2. We are terribly sad
To part with you,
But we are not parting forever.
Back at recess
We will meet
Remembering our best years together.
22. Parents' appeal to the first teacher
Dear teachers
From happy dads and moms:
What should we do with the children?
If they hadn't given it to you?
We are half an hour away from that morning,
And three hours into the night
We all cry from inability
To teach a son or a daughter.
How about all the days of the week?
From eight to six
It succeeds, in fact,
To graze our offspring?!
To understand their whims,
Tolerate their ignorance...
Don't let them fight
And die of boredom!
23. Song of a primary school graduate (based on Kurochkin’s couplets from the film “Dowry Wedding”)
Of course, I won't lie,
I will tell the truth.
As soon as I get out of bed -
I'm running to learn the rules.
That grammar is the queen
I won't deny it.
You need to learn to read and write,
To write correctly.
How verbs are conjugated
What to call inclination
I've been dealing with this for a long time,
But he began to understand.
Time flies like a bird,
Even in a fairy tale you can’t catch up.
We must strive for knowledge
Educated to become.
I write all the words correctly
With a combination of "zhi" and "shi".
I declare reliably,
That I know all the cases.
According to the composition of the word immediately
It's up to me to sort it out.
Even in clear weather
I remember about “cha” and “chu”.
I know all the parts of speech
There are only six main ones.
She's still in the service
There are three more in addition.
Who doesn't know will not answer
Phonetic analysis.
How many sounds are there in the word "press"?
How much is in the word "conversation".
I can spell any spelling
I can easily find it in the text.
And what are the pretexts?
I won’t forget even in my delirium.
Oh, how quickly time flies,
But I have time to tell you:
I will continue to study
Next in class number five.
(V. Anokhina)
This page contains poems dedicated to teachers. They can be learned or used for decoration for Knowledge Day, Teacher's Day, graduation - any holiday where congratulations and words of gratitude to teachers are needed!
Thank you, teachers!
Thank you, teachers,
Because the Earth is round,
For Troy and for Carthage,
For benzochloropropylene,
For ZHI and SHI, for twice two,
For your kind words
Those that we now keep within ourselves,
We THANK YOU for everything!
What a proud calling -
Educating others -
Give a piece of your heart
Forget empty quarrels
It's hard to explain to us,
Sometimes it's very boring
Repeat the same thing
Check notebooks at night.
Thank you for being
They were always so right.
We want to wish
So that you don't know troubles,
Health and happiness for a hundred years!
Beautiful at heart and very kind,
You are strong in talent and generous in heart.
All your ideas, dreams of beauty,
The lessons and undertakings will not be in vain!
You managed to find your way to the children,
May success await you on this path!
Thanks to those who lead us to knowledge,
Who chose the hardest path.
Thanks to those who proudly bear the title:
Teacher, educator, pedagogue.
Blackboard
The tablet of knowledge is a blackboard.
And for ten whole years according to that tablet
Drawings, numbers and words ran.
And someone's hand erased them.
To the left are windows that almost fill the entire wall,
To the right is a door, like the entrance to the stage.
And behind? But look ahead.
Don't even think about looking back - you'll hit it!
Valentin Berestov
Stand above life young
Keeping the beautiful unity,
Age-old honor, holy duty -
Teaching and motherhood.
First awaken your souls
Let the thirst for knowledge awaken in them,
Then take the pets
To a transparent, clean well.
Living water from the depths
Teach me to scoop with my hand,
To love your people and land,
To become more mature and prettier in soul.
You dedicate to the school family,
You call them your children.
Walking the roads of life
And your lessons are remembered,
And they keep you in their hearts.
Your naughty children.
Accept our gratitude!
M. Sadovsky
You every day and every hour,
Dedicating yourself to hard work,
Just thinking about us,
You live by worry alone.
So that the earth may be glorified by us,
So that we grow up honest,
Thank you, teachers,
Thank you for all the good things!
There is no more beautiful profession in the world -
You bring a source of knowledge to children.
And our teacher is our idol,
With whom we come to know the world.
And on this day we want to promise you,
That, having risen from school desks,
And we will be able to convey to people
Your work, warmth of hearts and passion for searching!
For leading to knowledge,
Without paying attention to the difficulties,
Only gratitude alone
We say goodbye to you.
We wish you well
And blue above our heads,
More joy, warmth,
Victories and fewer separations.
And even if you suddenly cry
You'll want goodbye
Then know that eleventh grade
He only says to you: “Goodbye!”
You carry a worthy torch of knowledge -
The children's country is grateful to you.
The entire sum of your deeds and undertakings
Let it be equal to personal happiness!
E. Zapyatkin
With time, culture and art
We walked in step towards significant roles -
And we bow with a kind, bright feeling
To the wisest of people - teachers!
E. Zapyatkin
We were given the keys to the future,
So that we can get ahead of time.
We were not taught to divide and take away,
But just add and multiply.
E. Zapyatkin
To the teacher
Teacher, the days of your life are like one,
You dedicate to the school family,
You are everyone who came to you to study,
You call them your children.
But children grow up, from school
Walking the roads of life
And your lessons are remembered,
And they keep you in their hearts.
Favorite teacher, dear person,
Be the happiest in the world
Even though sometimes it’s hard for you
Your naughty children.
You rewarded us with friendship and knowledge,
Accept our gratitude!
We remember how you brought us into the public eye
From timid, funny first-graders.
Mikhail Sadovsky
And here's the call
The school house is quickly emptying.
In the ringing silence
Last steps.
But in a quiet class you are still sitting at the table,
And again your students are in front of you.
And in silence you think about them,
Yesterday strangers, now family,
About their question, about your answer,
About something for which there is no answer
And tomorrow the day will come again,
And the school's joyful people
Fill the floors with noise
And he will spin in the whirlwind of life!
Once upon a time I was on the third desk against the wall
I dreamed about the future and was in a hurry to become an adult
Even then you decided to be a teacher,
The path he chose was not easy, but he knew that he was strong enough.
The fate of the country, the fate of the earth is in your hands,
Your students' dreams will come true.
They are to sow grain, guide ships on course,
Dedicate your life to children, as you did
And again there is silence at school,
And the old globe by the window,
In the magazine there is a suffix and case,
And so many destinies and hopes.
S. Vladimirsky
Reach every heart
Those whom you decide to teach,
And the secret door will open
To the souls of those whom I could love!
And some overslept boy
Late for first lesson
And the naughty girl in the past
Will invite you to the last call!
And many more years will pass,
Maybe someone's fate will work out,
And both pain and adversity will disappear,
Stop shooting everywhere!
In the meantime, there will be everyday life of study
And the answers are heard at the blackboard,
Peace without violence and without anger,
And donated rose petals!
Mark Lvovsky
He's always on the road -
In worries, searches, anxiety -
And there is never peace.
And a hundred questions are on the doorstep,
And you need to give the correct answer.
He judges himself more harshly than everyone else.
He is all earthly, but strives upward.
You can’t count, perhaps, how many destinies
Intertwined with his fate.
I. Druzhinin
The sun is above the desk, summer is at your feet.
How long does it last, last call?
The universe doesn't fit in the windows,
The school watches, but itself shrinks.
Views fly over the distant helm,
With a sharp lancet, a mighty machine,
And over the country, like over an assembly hall,
The day is filled with blue and scarlet
School farewell crystal bell...
I.Kore
If there were no teacher,
It probably wouldn’t have happened
Neither poet nor thinker,
Neither Shakespeare nor Copernicus.
And to this day, probably,
If there were no teacher,
Undiscovered Americas
Remained unopened.
And we wouldn’t be Icari,
We would never have soared into the sky,
If only through his efforts we
The wings were not grown.
Without him there would be a good heart
The world was not so amazing.
Because it is very dear to us
Our teacher's name!
V. Tushnova
Dear teacher
We are dressed smartly today,
You haven't seen us like this.
We give bouquets to the teacher
Like once upon a time for the first time!
Dahlias, carnations, daisies
Everything for you, dear teacher!
Ring a bell for us first-graders
The last bell has rung!
Everything was once new to us:
And the primer and notebook in hand,
And the teacher and the first word,
What they wrote on the school board!
But we have learned the secrets of knowledge
And now we can do it without any problems
Find answers to questions
And the solution to any theorems!
The teacher's work was selfless,
But we appreciated you highly!
You led us to the knowledge of truths,
So that life can be easy for us.
And today the deadlines are set
Thank you for saying this.
And because the roads are straight
You taught us to choose!
Today we are with an unknown feeling
Let's walk through our native school again.
And it feels a little sad
Wonderful graduation party!
Oh, when will we have to again
Walk along these paths...
Goodbye, beloved school!
We are heading into adulthood!
Hard work as a teacher
A lot of them -
Snub-nosed, dissimilar,
Flying into school in a crowd.
And it’s not easy with them. But still
Any one is dear to his soul.
He led them
Along the ladder of knowledge,
Taught me to value my country,
And see across the distance,
And be friends with a book smart girl...
Let someone become a builder,
And someone is the owner of the rivers,
But my heart believes:
will deliver
High five for them tomorrow's century.
And, having become adults, years later
The guys will remember you kindly
And his severity and care, -
It's not an easy job as a teacher.
B. Gaikovich
To my teacher
Ponytail, tousled bangs
And a look that betrays excitement -
A trainee, a young girl
You entered the class forty years ago...
The tail was replaced by a strict styling,
The look over the glasses became serious -
Eternal doodles in notebooks
Your dear mischief-makers...
Gray strands shine on the temples,
And the pressure jumps sometimes...
But the eyes are shining - everything is fine!
And again you hurry to class.
N. Radchenko
Good luck to you, rural and urban,
Dear teachers -
Good, evil and none
Captains on the bridge of the ship.
Good luck to you - debutants and aces,
Good luck! Especially in the mornings
When you enter school classrooms,
Some are like being in a cage, others are like being in a temple!
You know, I still believe
What if the Earth remains alive, -
The highest dignity of humanity
Someday there will be teachers.
Not in words, but in things of tradition,
Which matches tomorrow's life,
You will have to be born a teacher.
And only after that become!
There will be wisdom in him, talented and daring.
He will carry the sun on his wing...
A teacher is a long-range profession,
Home on Earth.
R. Rozhdestvensky
Don't you dare forget your teachers.
They worry about us and remember us.
And in the silence of thoughtful rooms
They are waiting for our returns 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:
We don’t send them congratulations on New Year’s Eve.
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're watching us
And they rejoice every time for those
Who passed the exam somewhere again
For courage, for honesty, for success.
Don't you dare forget your teachers.
Let life be worthy of their efforts.
Russia is famous for its teachers.
The disciples bring glory to her.
Don't you dare forget your teachers!
Andrey Dementyev
Teachers have no time to grow old
Smoothly the red leaves fly
In blue squares of school frames.
First-graders are leafing through the primer again -
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
The sun's ray jumps across our desks,
Winking at us cheerfully.
We are growing quickly, which means -
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
Pulls us away from the school threshold
To new construction projects, to star ships.
There is so much more we need to know -
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
The huge world has become our inheritance,
The path before us is wide and straight...
Next to never-ending childhood -
There is no time for teachers to grow old.
M. Plyatskovsky
Happy Teacher's Day of Russia
Congratulations to the teachers,
The children go to school
The first road in life.
God rewarded you with talent,
He handed over children's destinies,
I wish there was enough
You have patience and strength.
Will be kindness, love
May your hearts be full
On Teacher's Day "Thank you!"
I speak for the whole country.
How to congratulate Teachers' Day
The teachers who taught us?
Don't fall into banality, don't lie
In what words can we glorify their feat?
And is there a more difficult field -
Of us, lazy and arrogant,
Prepare shifts, sentries,
So that in the coming year Russia
Children's laughter did not subside everywhere.
We congratulate you today
On a glorious autumn day and hour.
We hope so much that we will
Just like you!
We don't always notice
How many worries do we have?
And patient work
The teacher gives.
With barely noticeable gray hair
On a dark blond strand
She stands in front of you
Stacking notebooks.
And you love like him, like me,
Her - and let's say it straight:
She is your second mother.
Who is more valuable than mother?
Your modest work knows no price,
It cannot be compared to anything!
And everyone calls you with love
Your name is simple -
Teacher. Who doesn't know him?
This is a simple name
What illuminates with the light of knowledge
I live the whole planet!
We originate in you,
You are the color of our life, -
And let the years, like candles, melt away, -
We won't forget you, no!
Gratitude to teachers
Oh, how quickly people grow up!
Time flies by unnoticed.
But we will never forget you!
We tell you this from the heart.
All the knowledge that we received
We are from you - we will save, save,
Let's multiply and let them be
The most valuable luggage for us!
You gave us your soul and heart,
We taught almost everything!
Today we want to bow
YOU - your teacher!!!
O. Struchkova
Thanks to those who taught us!
School years are a thing of the past,
Cheerful, carefree children's laughter.
We will never forget school
And we will remember all teachers.
Every hour and every moment is dear to us,
What was associated with care and kindness,
And everyone who has achieved anything
He will appreciate everything more than once later.
Thanks to those who dedicated themselves
High goal - to be a teacher,
Who taught us, loving the profession,
Be honest, smart and value goodness!
E. Yakhnitskaya
At the beginning of my life I remember school,
There were a lot of us, careless children,
An uneven and playful family.
Humble, poorly dressed,
But the appearance of a majestic wife
She kept strict supervision over the school.
Surrounded by our crowd,
She talks to the babies.
Her brow I remember the veil
And eyes as bright as heaven.
But I didn’t delve into her conversations much.
I was embarrassed by the strict beauty
Her brow, calm lips and eyes,
And full of holy words.
Avoiding her advice and reproaches,
I misinterpreted myself
The clear meaning of truthful conversations,
And often I sneaked away
Into the magnificent darkness of someone else's garden,
Under the arch is artificial porphyry rocks.
The coolness of the shadows sheltered me there,
I dreamed my young mind,
And it was a joy for me to think idle.
I loved the bright waters and the noise of the leaves,
And white idols in the shade of trees,
And in their faces is the stamp of motionless thoughts.
Everything is marble compasses and lyres,
Swords and scrolls in marble hands,
There are laurels on the heads, porphyry on the shoulders -
Everything inspired some sweet fear
On my heart, and tears of inspiration,
At the sight of them, they were born before our eyes.
Other two wonderful creations
They attracted me with magical beauty:
They were images of two demons.
One (Delphic Idol) young face -
He was angry, full of terrible pride,
And he breathed with unearthly power.
Another effeminate, voluptuous,
A dubious and deceitful ideal -
The magical demon is deceitful, but beautiful.
I forgot myself before them,
The young heart beat in the chest - cold
He ran over me and raised my curls.
Unknown pleasures dark hunger
I was tormented by despondency and laziness
I was chained - in vain I was young.
Among the youths I am silent all day long
Wandered gloomily - all the idols of the garden
They cast a shadow on my soul.
A. S. Pushkin
In my room
Gennady Fish
In my room, glittering with paint and varnish,
The school globe is visiting like someone else's child.
He stands on an oblique axle,
And flies through space and time and through
The endless distance, the impenetrable darkness,
I don’t understand why I’m looking at him.
The school globe seems like a simple thing.
Why is he so lonely and ominous?
To understand this, I opened wide
My windows are like six seraphic wings.
The seas are still blue and the deserts are yellow,
And the ridges of the brown mountains are visible.
It is also distinguishable and sparkles with fire
All Europe, sleepless at night as during the day,
All contained in a moment, embodied in a myth,
Having exhausted the sages with her beauty,
Phoenician girl breathes while
And kisses the mighty muzzle of the bull,
Washed by the gray Mediterranean,
Adored, not a stranger - mine!
School globe! He was a school aid,
But I forgot my direct purpose.
And he howled and sobbed on a short wave,
A telegraph pole boomed overhead:
- People! Two and a half billion people
The kindest eccentric, the blackest villain,
Miners, ministers, fighters, violinists,
Potters, astronauts, poets, doctors,
Lords of the waves, Lords of the fire,
Masters of speed, have mercy on me!
P. G. Antokolsky
For teachers
O our teachers and mentors!
If you look at the path traveled,
Compliments and sentiments
We didn't spoil you at all.
We are so-and-so, vicious,
We grieve you endlessly.
But under this rough shell
Grateful hearts beat.
Above our oak head
Having worked hard, beaten more than once,
You are persistent with your love
A durable oak was turned into a diamond.
And of course through your efforts
Our properties are both these and those
Sparkled with different facets
Sorry, in full nakedness.
We will neither flatter nor cajole,
Don't ask for forgiveness for anything,
After all, we too, tea, will have to someday,
Maybe teach complete idiots.
Oh, our guardians, our guardians,
Trustees and benefactors!
If it seems to you that we are talking nonsense, -
You created us, we have nothing to do with it!
