My school friends
At school I communicate with many children. We have a very friendly class. We often meet at one of us at home, sometimes we go to discos or to a movie. But I have
Composition on the topic “Profession journalist”
From the very early childhood we dream of becoming adults, starting a family, going to work every day, like our parents. But childhood passes, and it’s time to seriously think: “Who do I want
The true beauty of man
I think that it is pleasant for many to look at a pretty girl’s face from the cover of a glossy magazine, to a sweet child, to an elegant man. We admire the beautiful
Categories of medieval culture
The first edition of the “Categories of Medieval Culture” was published in 1972. The book was translated into Hungarian, Polish, Czech, German (in the GDR and West Germany), French, Italian and English and evoked
Composition about the New Year
A charming composition about the New Year reminds us of the approach of New Year’s holidays and real magic that will make us a little kinder, wiser and happier. Every child and even an
From the window of my room
All is well in my room: flowers, sofa, chandelier, curtains. But these things are quite ordinary and standard, but with a view from the window I was more fortunate: every day I can admire
Love cherish the love
There was such a case. A young man came to the editor of a youth newspaper. He was ready to pay a lot of money for printing one single line: “Larissa, I love you,
“Computer in human life” essay
About how our life has changed, thanks to the remarkable discoveries and active introduction of new technologies into all spheres of life, the essay about the computer is fascinating. From early childhood, the child
Nature of Kazakhstan composition
Kazakhstan occupies the 9th place in the world (2 million 724.9 thousand km squared), while the population is only 17 million people, the rest of the territory is unoccupied by people – these are
Day of liberation of Kharkov
I walk along the alley with three scarlet carnations in my hands. People walk past me, young and old, cheerful and sad, and they all carry flowers. The avenue is long, tall trees lined