Do you remember it was around
A sea of colors and sounds.
From mother's warm hands
The teacher took your hand.
He put you in first grade
Solemn and respectful.
Your hand now
In the hand of your teacher.
The pages of books turn yellow,
The names of the rivers change
But you are his student:
Then, now and forever.
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It's been hard work for you
You have had hard work -
He requires a lot of attention
After all, everyone understands for themselves,
What does it mean to raise children?While the working day dragged on -
You replaced the children's mother.
And today everyone wants
Thank you for everything! -
He requires a lot of attention
After all, everyone understands for themselves,
What does it mean to raise children?While the working day dragged on -
You replaced the children's mother.
And today everyone wants
Thank you for everything!Our dear teachers!
Our dear teachers!
On this holiday - Teachers' Day -
Forget all your worries
And look at the world more cheerfully.
You carry the torch of knowledge for everyone,
The one that will never go out.
May your wishes come true,
May no trouble visit your home!-
Teacher's Day is a holiday of knowledge.
What can we say now?
So that all my wishes
Rated a five?
I want to wish you children
The smartest and most attentive,
Both girls and boys. Both capable and independent. Don't let failures get you down
Let failures not break you,
There will be more gifts of fate.
We wish you to smile more often
And forget all your troubles.
Long years and success in your work
Students want to wish you
May you have many successful years
Together with the birds of happiness they fly!music teacher
We recently broke up
To meet again.
We tried all day for YOU
Write a composition.We thought and wondered for a long time,
How can I portray it like this?
Pressed the pedals
To amaze with the sound.They twisted their arms,
But the piano did not listen.
The sounds were so terrible
That the neighbors felt sorry.The poor cat got scared
And he ran under the chair.
Well, it wasn't a surprise
Everyone understood this.We finally decided:
It is a sin to torment an animal.
Better in poetic style
We will congratulate you.Dear "musicians",
We hasten to congratulate you!
Your bright talents
Every class is valued at school!English teacher
We wish you next year
To be, of course, well to do.
Keep fit, eat only healthy food:
Nuts, porridge, vegetables and fruits…
You"ll be lighthearted and merry,
And no doubt very happy!-
To everyone who, having told us the secrets of discoveries,
Teaches you to achieve victories in work,
To everyone whose proud name is Teacher,
We send warm greetings to everyone! For an athlete
Run, jump, do push-ups
I didn’t know how to admit it at all...
But thanks to physical education -
My figure has changed!On the holiday, Teachers' Day,
I'm in a hurry, hurry up
Congratulations to you, my teacher,
O health trustee!To achieve a lot
To achieve a lot
At school or at home,
You need to understand physics:
Know Ohm's laws!Our favorite teacher,
We respect you
May God give you health,
We wish you happiness!mathematics
Queen of mathematics sciences!
We honor her without a doubt.
Although they experienced a lot of torment with her,
We endlessly enjoy learning!Thank you, math teacher,
We have remembered science forever.
And even though you are a pragmatist in mathematics,
But in life you are a sincere person!geographer
You, teacher, opened for us
Rivers, countries, cities!
We love your item
And we will remember forever.Our teacher is kind, glorious,
Congratulations, we love you!
You are our Teacher with a capital.
Happy Teacher's Day! Your class.-
Do you remember it was around
"Do you remember it was around
A sea of colors and sounds.
From mother's warm hands
The teacher took your hand.He put you in first grade
Solemn and respectful.
Your hand now
In the hand of your teacher.The pages of books turn yellow,
The names of the rivers are changed.
But you, his STUDENT,..
Then, now and forever.And if in a harsh hour
You will stand like a man.
A smile will flow from the eyes
Rays of kind wrinkles.Give it to the warm wind
Let her burn brighter.
From mother's warm hands
TEACHER took your heart."This verse, as I remember now, although a lot of time has passed, I read
at the graduation gala evening in front of the teachers. (June 1977)
Unfortunately, I don’t know who the author is!?Seryozhka is a first grader!
This is a holiday! This is a holiday!
Our Seryozha is a first grader!
He is standing with a bouquet of roses,
This is serious for him.He is happy and contented
That I went to SCHOOL today!
And beloved sister...
She moved a little to the side.Masha needs to grow up,
It's too early for her to go to school.
But beautiful and elegant,
And I’m very happy for my brother!He has a beautiful backpack,
The sun's rays beckon...
Summer flew by quickly
Get to work again!!!After all, I’ve been preparing for a week,
Them with my sister barely...
Put me to bed,
How can you not oversleep SCHOOL!?He will go to school
Will not forget about football.
Knowledge will be gained
Will play sports...This is the happiest day,
Mom and dad are happy.
For Seryozhka this is a HOLIDAY!!!
And now he is a FIRST GRADER!!!For the first time in first class
For the first time in first class.
Our Stas is getting ready.
I'm in good spirits
Notebooks are put in a bag,
The books are put away, the diary,
Stanislav is our student!
And in my hands - a bouquet of flowers,
There is a light of smile on the face.
With bosom friend Kolya
You have to go to school.
To gain knowledge,
Write and count correctly.
Find new friends
In sports, be a catcher, be faster!
For the guys, apparently, it’s a holiday,
Stas is a FIRST GRADER today.
Noise, and laughter, and excitement,
And there is surprise on their faces.
The first bell rang
The lesson begins.(poem for the competition!)
From the local newspaper "Forward",
I present to your attention:For the first time in first class!
By September, summer had slipped away.
We're getting the kids ready for school.
There's no point in dragging your feet
We urgently need to go to the shops.
To begin, take notebooks,
Covers and bookmarks for them,
And a diary and fountain pens,
And a pencil case, which one is better?
Plus there are few textbooks -
THERE IS A LONG ROAD TO KNOWLEDGE!
Here we have to give
Twenty, twenty-five hundred.
We still need a form,
Form is good.
There will be amazing kids
Neat and beautiful.
It’s no longer a matter of hundreds,
We keep track of thousands.
And there was only a trifle left,
Elegant backpack.
There are from a thousand to five,
And the baby is almost on the way.
In the first grade of elementary school
To a bright and cheerful life.
Yes, we also need flowers,
But where would we be without beauty!
Collected, had fun,
We did the calculations and we were TEARED!
But this is just the beginning,
In a year, count from the beginning.In the country, please note,
Free education!!!VASYA KVASOV
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Do you remember it was around
A sea of colors and sounds.
From mother's warm hands
The teacher took your hand.
He put you in first grade
Solemn and respectful.
Your hand now
In the hands of your teacher.
The pages of books turn yellow,
The names of the rivers change
But you are his student -
Then, now and forever.
And if life is big
Willingly or unwittingly
You suddenly betray your soul,
He will be in great pain.
And if in a harsh hour
You will stand like a man
A smile will flow from the eyes
Rays of kind wrinkles.
Give in the fresh wind
Let her burn brighter.
From mother's warm hands
The teacher took your heart!
"School Waltz"
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 school door is always open for us,
There is no need to rush to say goodbye to her,
But how to forget the ringing bell of drops
And the girl who was carrying the briefcase,
After all, this will never happen again.
The school door is always open for us.
Walk through the quiet school floors
A lot has been lived and understood here.
But you ran home in victory...
And if suddenly your luck runs out,
Walk through the quiet school floors.
Thank you that there is no end to the lessons,
Even though you are waiting with hope for a change.
But life is a special thing,
Will ask new questions in response,
And you will certainly find a solution.
Thank you for never ending the lesson.
Do you remember it was around...Do you remember it was around
A sea of colors and sounds.
From mother's warm hands
The teacher took your hand.
He put you in first grade
Solemn and respectful.
Your hand now
In the hand of your teacher.
The pages of books turn yellow,
The names of the rivers change
But you are his student:
Then, now and forever.
(K. Ibryaev)Teacher, the days of your life are like one...
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.
(M. Sadovsky)
Reach every heart ...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.
(M. Lvovsky)Teacher, what a wonderful word...
Teacher! What a wonderful word.
It is our life and the light and foundation.
Shining as a guiding star for us
And he leads you into the world of new knowledge.Teacher! What a lofty word!
We repeat it again and again.
Our senior comrade, our sincere friend.
He is the key that opens the treasure trove of sciences!You can learn everything in life,
Implement many new ideas
But a teacher must be born,
To live on earth for children.
(N. Vedenyapina)For teachers
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)Teacher!
Our elder friend, our priceless friend,
Our constant campfire!
A mighty plant of fire
It makes noise with undying leaves.
And he is above our disputes,
And entertainment, and ventures -
Life-giving fire, which
You saved our Prometheus.
You deserve this name.
You with your selflessness
We were infected and taught
While shining for others, you burn yourself.
More than once, puffing up evil feathers,
Like Prometheus among the rocks,
Eagle of soullessness, mistrust
He pecked you shamelessly.
But, having overcome adversity,
As before it shines, destroying the darkness,
Filled with the highest passion
Unquenchable soul.
Gives salvation from old age,
And our youth is alive,
And on an undying plant
The green leaves rustle.
(L. Sirota)Care
Touch with your hand -
And it will immediately become easier,
How can mom calm me down?
How a good doctor treats.I feel sorry for her! Poor thing,
She is often sad:
It must be hard to bet
Give me a bad grade.He puts it on - then he cries,
Probably at night
And in the morning to school, that means
She will come sad.All! I'm ready for the answer
I solved all the problems
Secretly put some candy on her table!
Don't cry at night...
(O. Bundur)
Poems about the teaching profession
There are many of them - snub-nosed, dissimilar...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 mentors
Life is not eternal. Human life is short.
Veterans are retiring.
We are grateful to them for their honest work.
Their knowledge and experience will not die.
Despite aging and years
Students follow the elders.
Years go by. The Earth rotates.
Teachers raise students.
Their wise look and kind hand -
The textbook is the main one for the student.
The matter is immortal, the thread is continuous.
Young people will come to replace the elders.
And they will receive you at the abandoned post
Teachers hope and dream.
And therefore the commandment is so strong:
“Teacher, educate a student!”
(Y. Kim)For teachers
You don’t cry, you don’t whine tediously,
Even though the Earth tilts sometimes.
How your “difficulty” weighs on your shoulders,
My friends are teachers.Not a day of rest. Having forgotten about yourself,
Lead children's souls forward,
And you don’t have one extra minute,
And you have a heavy load of worries.Notebooks, cultural outings, meetings,
The house is abandoned... We will forgive you for that.
You burn, illuminating the path to tomorrow,
And the torch in your heart is unquenchable.The Age of Speed. Time is rushing madly,
Try to let go of the reins!
And I don’t have the strength to quit my job,
And I don’t have the strength to carry my heavy load.Graying, with young hearts,
Those who do not know an idle life,
You are afraid to evaluate yourself -
So I give you an A for your life!Human hearts, beat and knock,
To accomplish the main feat in life.
There is always a teacher in each of us
And teaches you to live honestly and beautifully.
(V. Kosheleva)Your friend
Do you have good friend,
There is no more reliable friend.
Ask about the north and the south,
About what's around you -
He will answer everything.Do you remember how he came to class?
We all decided: harsh!
But how much did he find for you?
Simple, understandable words!You at your desk alone
Explained the problem.
Helped your neighbor
And he separated the fighters.Do you remember when he took you on a hike?
In the morning, at seven o'clock?
Which bird sings how?
He spoke in the forest.The autumn evening has arrived.
You're already in bed...
The teacher just revealed
Your heavy briefcase.You are fast asleep now,
You've had enough dreams.
And he, bending under the lamp,
Praise: “Five” this time,
Seryozha Ivanov!Raised good kids
Your friend for many years.
They thank him now
Collective farmer and poet,
Noble scientist, furnace,
Artist and combat pilot...Trusted friend -
Your teacher!
(Ya. Akim)
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