Fairy tale school life. Humorous stories about school

Our fairy tale about the school - cognitive plan. Magic is a miracle, and we love miracles. Worldly magics are performed with the help of a magic wand, and scientific ones - with the help of a completely different device ...

Fairy tale "School and magic"

There was a school. And what was not in it! Desks and boards, globes and textbooks, computers and pointers. The school had children as students and adults as teachers.

And there was magic in the school. No one saw him in the eyes, but the facts said that it was. What was this magic?

And next. For example, Anya Formochkina is standing at the blackboard and cannot solve the example. And suddenly - as if a miracle is happening - she picks up the chalk and begins to quickly write the solution. As if someone had told her.

Or, for example, Misha Pesochkin cannot remember a proverb. Another moment - and like lightning flashed - Misha grabs a pen and writes the right proverb.

All the students thought that magic would not bypass them, and save them in a hopeless situation.

The children in this unusual school were interested in studying. They knew that they were not alone at school, that magic lived somewhere.

And only one student, an excellent student Vitya Sovochkin, did not believe in the existence of magic.

“It’s all grandmother’s tales,” he said. - There is no magic.

But once there was a test in Vitya's class. Victor could not solve the problem in any way. After all, sometimes excellent students also experience difficulties. And suddenly, as if someone whispered something in his ear, Vitino's face lit up:

"Eureka," he rejoiced.

The solution has been found. Vitya quickly wrote it down in a notebook for control works and then I thought:

“Looks like the guys are right. There is some kind of magic. We need to figure it all out, ”he decided, and the first thing he decided to consult with his parents.

Vitin's dad said that there really is magic, and it lies in the features of our brain. In moments of difficulty, the hidden reserves of the brain come to the rescue, insight arises. And the solution comes!

Vitya was delighted. He sorted everything out. It became clear to him. But he didn't tell the kids anything. Let them believe that magic lives in the school, lurks somewhere behind a closet, or hides at the end of the school corridor. It's so great to believe in magic!

Questions and tasks for the fairy tale

What was the magic at school?

What events happened to Anya Formochkina and Misha Pesochkin?

What marks did Vitya Sovochkin study for?

What, according to Vitya's dad, was the magic?

Why didn't Vitya tell his classmates about the secrets of magic?

Is there magic in your school? Where do you think it's hiding?

What proverbs fit the story?

Anyone who does not believe in magic will never know it.
Your mind is the king in your head.
Every business has its place.

The main meaning of the fairy tale is that when necessary, magic can help. This magic is our brain, which includes its hidden reserves in difficult periods. Illumination is a priceless gift. It plays important role in any business. Illumination is magic, and magic is happiness!

02.10.2016

Little Bull from early childhood dreamed of school. Many of his friends were older than the hedgehog, so he often had to be bored alone, waiting for them from class. At such moments, he really wanted to grow up faster and also go to school. School seemed to him an exciting adventure, especially since friends often told funny stories that happened to them during classes. Bull the hedgehog was very fond of listening to these funny stories about school, and was looking forward to the day when he picks up a briefcase and meets his first teacher.

A story about school: what was the hedgehog afraid of

And that day was not long in coming. One day, the hedgehog's mother said that tomorrow he would go to school. Buhl was in seventh heaven with happiness. The next morning he took big bouquet for the teacher and hurried to school. Everything there was new and unusual for him, but Buhl was not at all afraid, he froze in anticipation of interesting adventures and funny stories. But when he entered the classroom, he saw guys who were completely unfamiliar to him, who were calmly sitting at their desks. This confused him a little, but still the Hedgehog was waiting for the teacher to come in and the fun would begin.

What was his surprise when the teacher instead funny stories began to explain to them that at school you need to behave quietly and calmly. Children must listen carefully to her tasks, read, write and draw, and they are forbidden to run and shout. Bull did not like this, and when they began to write off the task from the board, he was completely at a loss. The little hedgehog did not do well, and he was very afraid that the teacher would scold him. In addition, Bul did not fully understand the task, and he was embarrassed to ask someone.
After the lessons, the hedgehog returned home upset and frightened. The school was not at all what it seemed. At dinner, he hardly spoke and went to bed very early. The whole night he was tormented by nightmares. He dreamed that his mother forgot to pick him up from school, that there was a monster hiding in his wardrobe, and that he forgot to do his homework.
Buhl woke up in the morning in tears.
- I do not want to go to school! I'm still quite small. the hedgehog cried, surprising his mother. It was completely incomprehensible to her why the attitude of the baby, who just yesterday happily ran to class, changed so quickly.
Why, Bull? Aren't you interested in gaining new knowledge and meeting new friends?
- No, it's not interesting at all, but scary. Don't let me go to school please, I want to stay at home, play and read funny stories about the school for children. - at these words the hedgehog stuttered. Indeed, such stories were his favorite. He dreamed of school so much, and now he is afraid of it. This discrepancy made him very bitter. The baby stuck his nose into the pillow and sobbed.
But the smart mother understood everything without words: her hedgehog was afraid not of school, but of a new way of life.
"Baby, don't cry. It is natural to be afraid of the new and the unknown. Even adults feel uncomfortable when they find themselves in unfamiliar conditions.
Hearing this, Buhl calmed down a little:
- So they won’t scold me for not doing everything right?
- Of course not. Everyone can be wrong. That's why you went to school - to learn. Do not be afraid to ask about everything that you do not understand, and you will definitely succeed!
- And if I bring a bad mark, you will not stop loving me?
- Well, what nonsense! After all, dad and I love you not for any merit, but simply because you are our baby. In addition, someone knows mathematics better, and someone is good at writing essays. The main thing in school is not grades, but new knowledge!

Buhl was already delighted and wanted to go to school again, but just in case he decided to clarify one more question:
“But you can’t run and play at all, right?
Mom smiled.
- Yes, but only during breaks. And in the classroom, you need to carefully listen to the teacher so as not to miss anything interesting. Do you want to know why the seasons change?
- Want Want!
Today the hedgehog ran to school even faster than yesterday. He was no longer afraid and understood how important it was to speak frankly with his parents about his experiences. And he was expecting a cheerful and funny story and not even one. Do you like going to school?

Do you want to make a hedgehog with your own hands? Here are some ideas for a boring evening. Crafts "Hedgehog".

Fairy tale "In the school kingdom-state"

A story about a school, teachers and students. What could be better for a Teacher's Day holiday or any other school event!
Tale for Teacher's Day can also be successfully applied to graduation party at school, New Year's concert, congratulations to teachers on March 8 and for many other occasions. short, funny scene about school. Or a miniature performance - the point is not in the genre, but in the fact that skits on a school theme and performances for teachers staged by students are always successful and popular. Characters:

Tsar Diary;

Minister of education;

Guard;

Reader;

1st Col;

2nd Col;

Deuce;

1st Troyak;

2nd Troyak;

Four;

1st Five;

2nd Five.

In the center of the scene is a throne for the king, near which stands a guard; There is a map hanging on the wall.

Reader.
In some school state
The king's diary sat on the kingdom.
And early one morning
Visit other countries
The king thought. And decree
He scribbled the same hour.
(Unrolls the scroll, reads the decree.)
"To complete the visit
I need a suit like this
To the far side
I wouldn't be embarrassed.
To have visitors
Not fools, not buzzers,
Not lazy, not flatterers,
And as it should - well done!
I order everyone to come to me,
So that everyone can stand out
Show your mind and stuff.
Everyone to appear before the royal eyes!

The dude leaves. The king enters and sits on the throne. He is followed by the Minister of Education.

Minister (to the king).
I am the Minister of Education
I announce with glee:
At your apartment
The first two contenders
Tsar.
The first two? Well, great!
I will talk to them personally.
Minister.
Come in, gentlemen!

Two Colas enter.

1st Col.
We came here
To bow at your feet
And ask the embassy.

They bow to the king.
Tsar.
How to call you, eagles?
2nd Col.
We are according to Father Kola.
We are Cola Colova.
1st Col.
We are both healthy
Both are not hunchbacks
Famous and rich.
2nd Col.
And we want, so to speak,
Our kingdom to represent
Together with the father-king
Behind an unknown hillock.
Tsar.
Well, are you friendly with diploma?
1st Col.
We don't need science.
Out of status Kolam
Bend the spine in half
Learn counting, primer.
2nd Col.
Why do we need this, king?
Tsar.
What?! Yes, shame on you
To the uncouth Kolam,
Come to me in the light
And ask to go abroad?
Wow let's go! What a disgrace!
Guard, lead Kolov into the yard,
Give me a kick without delay
To give them acceleration!

The guard takes the Koles by the collar and leads them out.

Minister.
King, some girl
It also asks for the light,
For you to appreciate
And he invited me to the embassy.
Tsar.
Let's see what the girl is.
Maybe it will fit in a retinue.
I will pass the exam -
If I don't find flaws,
It will go abroad.
Invite the girl here.

The Minister leaves and returns with Deuce.

Deuce.
I bow low to the king
And at the same time I say
What is ready, so to speak,
Our kingdom to represent
Overseas -
This mission is for me.
Tsar.
Well, what's your name?
Deuce.
Everyone calls the deuce, loving.
As I walk down the street
Everyone loves me.
All handkerchiefs get
And sheds tears of happiness.
Tsar.
Is it friendly with grammar,
Reading, math?
Deuce.
Why is a beautiful girl
Mathematics to study?
After all, servants are next to me -
Count if needed.
I don't even know the letters.
I am a pillar noblewoman,
And not letters of a slave!
Tsar.
It's just a shame!
You, dove, are a know-it-all
And a lazy bum.
Not being able to read is a shame!
All! End of conversation!
You're not good for anything.
You don't need a suit either!
I tell you girl
Get out of the quarters.

The king turns away. The duo shrugged and walked away.

Minister.
King, to your apartments
Two applicants are torn.
It seems to be not loafers,
Lasy is sharpened in Spanish:
"Oh, boyfriend, monsieur, bonjour,
Guten morgen, lampshade!”
Tsar.
Invite them to a party
Let's see what's what here.

The minister goes out and comes back with two Trojaks.

1st Troyak.
Guten morgen, hande hoh!
Every friend of us is good!

2nd Troyak.
We want nah cordon,
Nah Paris and nah London.
Tsar.
Well, what is your name, friends, what?
1st Troyak.
I am Troyak and he is Troyak!
We are in terms of languages -
Guten morgen, be healthy!
2nd Troyak.
In general, a complete fantasy!

The king rises from his throne, approaches the map.

Tsar.
Where is London and Paris?

The Trojans randomly poke their fingers at the map.

1st Troyak.
London is here, Paris is over there.
2nd Troyak.
Close to Panama City.
In geography - we are gut!
Tsar.
Yes, you are not gut, but kaput!
I'll ask them both out!
Goodbye, sorry!
(To the guard)
Take them to the gate
Show me where the turn is.
(to the Minister)
You are the minister of education!
What kind of gift is this?!
Some kind of oak
Uneducated, rude!
Answer me, eshkin cat,
Where are our literate people?
Is it in the great kingdom
Our school state
Is there anyone smarter?
Minister.
King, let me answer.
There are smart girls
Three good sisters
I sent messengers to them.
Tsar.
Where are they, after all?

Enter three girls with briefcases, bow to the king.

All.
Hello, our wise king,
Our learned sovereign!
Tsar.
Come on, come on, what kind of birds
What smart girls?
How beautiful and neat
The eyes of the king are pleasing!
I could take everyone to the embassy.
What's your name beauties?
1st Five.
I am Five.
2nd Five.
I am Five.
Four.
And I'm the youngest Four.
Tsar.
Are you friendly with the sciences?
1st Five.
All things are important to us!
2nd Five.
There are no secondary sciences!
Four.
It is essential to know them.
Tsar.
What about subject notebooks?
I hope they are all right?

The girls take notebooks out of their briefcases and give them to the king.

1st.
See for yourself, my lord.
Four.
And take mine, king.

The king looks at the notebooks with a satisfied air.

Tsar.
No mistakes, no flaw
I take you all in retinue!
Tomorrow to distant shores
The brig will rush us over the waves.
The first one is Germany.
(Into the hall) Thank you for your attention!

General bow, curtain.

Scene "Mommy's son" (mother, son, narrator)

Mom, I won’t go to school today, Something has a headache, and the weather is unimportant. Cold!.

What are you, son, you have a test today, you can’t miss it!

And you write a note that I felt bad, I will give Irina Viktorovna the head teacher.

It's not good to lie, son. Get ready, get ready quickly.

Well... I don't want to.

You took all the notebooks, but the books? Check your portfolio. Faster, faster, otherwise you'll be late, Glebushka. Well, why don't you want to go, because the lessons are so interesting ...

Yes, you are good at talking. And my head always hurts from these lessons. You know how they scream at the lesson, you can't hear anything!

And you do not pay attention, work for yourself, and that's all!

Yes, don't. Koltsov is teasing, calling names with a pancake, And Petrenko and Ivanenko recently planted buttons on a chair and hid notebooks. And Buyanov ....! Oh, and I don't want to talk!

And you tell their class teacher.

Yes, I spoke. Even parents are afraid of this Koltsov!

Well, okay, I'll go to school myself, I'll talk with the director, with the head teacher. And you, Glebushka, get ready soon. The end of the quarter is coming soon, and you have your salary today. Go to work buddy.

Zinoviev, a young teacher of a foreign language, took a briefcase with notebooks and plans, put on glasses, a hat, and dejectedly trudged to work. The only thing that consoled him was the near end of the school year and today's salary.

Poems about mom .

The eighth of March is a special day,

Favorite holiday of our mothers.

He is the most gentle, the kindest

That is why he is dear to us.

No one will regret like a mother

In sadness like her, no one will understand us

Everywhere and everywhere - and in joy and sorrow -

We miss mommy.

And in our mothers the gravity of the earth

Hearth family and native shelter.

In them our life is perpetual motion

Mother - you are the foundation of all foundations.

It's a beautiful word - mother.

Everything on earth is from mother's hands.

She is not obedient and stubborn us,

Good taught - the highest of sciences.

Mom answered me: “To be in tune with the truth,

Don't let the young and the old get into trouble.

Be the first to lead by example

Take an accurate eye when assaulting a target.

I asked my mother: “What is happiness?”

Mom answered me: “Build day-to-day,

To stay long in human memory.

Live peacefully with a neighbor, despise the scandal,

Feed lunch to those who are tired on the way.

I asked my mother: “What is happiness?”

Mom answered me: “Young mind

To comprehend sciences on the way.

Believe in humanity, if trouble comes.

Always show sensitivity and sincerity.

I love you mom, why I don't know

Probably because I live and dream

And I rejoice in the sun, and every day.

For this, I love you dear.

For the sky, for the wind, for the air around

I love you mom

You're the best friend!

Chastushki.

We are funny friends

We dance and sing

And now we will tell you

How we live with mothers.

Olya washed the floors, Katya helped

It's just a pity - mom again

Washed everything.

Dad solved my problem

Helped with math

We then decided with mom

That he couldn't decide.

Sooty saucepan

Lena cleaned with sand,

Two hours in Lena's trough

Mom washed it afterwards.

Mom in the morning our Mila

Gave me two candies

I barely had time to give

And then she ate them herself.

We sang to you as best we could

We are only children

But we know, our mothers -

The best in the world.

Let the songs ring everywhere

About our beloved mothers,

We are for everything, for everything, dear,

We say: "Thank you!"

Poems about grandmother.

I am with my grandmother

I've been friends for a long time.

She is in all undertakings with me at the same time.

I do not know boredom with her,

I like everything about her

And grandmother's hands

I love everything the most.

Our grandmothers are funny

Well, if necessary,

And dance "Gypsy".

Cakes, bagels, cheesecakes

We all love from the bottom of our hearts.

If you love pies

Ask Grandma to cook.

Who came to me in the morning?

Who said: "It's time to get up"?

Who managed to cook the porridge?

Who watered the flowers?

Who set the table for dinner?

Who poured the tea into the cup?

Who braided my hair?

Whole house swept alone?

Who told me a story?

Who kissed me?

Who grandchildren love laughter?

Who is the best in the world?

GRANDMOTHER!

On holiday your so desired

What else can we say?

Allow grandmothers

Wish you good health.

Do not be ill! Don't get old!

Never grumble!

So stay young forever.

Scene "Scientific grandmother ».

Two old ladies meet.

1. Hello my dove! Let's sit and chat!

2. What are you, I haven’t done my homework yet….

3. Which lessons? Have you fallen into childhood? You've been out of school for a hundred years!

4. Yes? And the grandchildren? Now it is very fashionable to do homework for grandchildren! Who will help them, except us?

5. Truth? You are spoiling them!

6. I?! I don't pamper! I am very strict with them. I’ll do my homework, and they always rewrite me cleanly.

7. Yes! It's really strict.

8. So if anything, ask me, I have a lot of experience! Check - I have a poem ... “At the seashore, the oak is green; a golden chain on that oak ... "

9. So, good!

10. "... And day and night the wolf scientist ..."

11. Stop! What wolf?

12. Well, I don’t know, either steppe, or forest, or some other ....

13. Yes, not a wolf, but a scientist cat! Are you crazy or something, can a wolf be smart? As far as I remember, Pushkin had a CAT!!

14. Ah, I get it, I get it. Then I’ll start all over again: “At the seashore there is a green oak, a golden chain on that oak, and day and night the scientist’s cat howls at the stars with a rooster!

15. What, what? What rooster? Which stars? Where did you read this?

16. Oh, well, what a bore you are! Well, I messed up a bit! Because I have so many lessons! The head is spinning! Mathematics, Russian, geography, history... You won't remember right away!

17. Listen, assistant! What are the grandchildren doing? What are they doing?

18. They are learning smart games! Computer! I'm not computer savvy yet! And what do you think, if I continue to study so hard, maybe a monument will be erected in my honor?

19. It has already been placed!

20. How? Where? When?

21. Look in your granddaughter's diary. A wonderful monument ... KOL is called. Monument to grandmothers who do homework for their grandchildren.

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a magic school. But why was it? She is ... She is only 15 years old, she is very young.

It's like a school is a school. And children seem to be children. But this is at first glance. The children who study there are quite unusual. Small and older. Various. All red girls and good fellows. Kind and wise fairies and wizards teach them all sorts of wisdom. And the director is the most important professor of magic. There are also sisters of mercy in the school who treat children with all sorts of magical potions, if suddenly one of the children gets sick, just a little. In the dining room, children are fed fabulously delicious breakfasts, lunches and afternoon snacks. And self-assembled tablecloths help cooks in this. The school is always clean. For this, thanks to the Cinderellas with magic wands-mops. Every morning, children are brought to school by a magic school bus, which is also driven, of course, by a real magician. And thanks to the efforts of all these wizards, wonderful children are obtained. All school employees are proud of their graduates, because they continue to perform miracles in life.

This is such a school! I was there, I saw everything myself and did not embellish anything. This is my school! Nizhnevartovsk special (correctional) comprehensive school 1, 2 kinds! This year she has a magical anniversary - 15 years! I wish the school to flourish for many, many years, to live together, in love and harmony! Here is the end of my fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!

A story about a school, teachers and students. What could be better for a Teacher's Day holiday or any other school event!
Tale for Teacher's Day can also be successfully used at a graduation party at school, a New Year's concert, congratulations to teachers on March 8 and for many other occasions. A short, funny scene about school. Or a miniature performance - the point is not in the genre, but in the fact that skits on a school theme and performances for teachers staged by students are always successful and popular.Characters:

- Tsar Diary;

- Minister of education;

- guard;

- reader;

- 1st Col;

- 2nd Col;

- Deuce;

- 1st Troyak;

- 2nd Troyak;

- Four;

- 1st Five;

- 2nd Five .

In the center of the scene is a throne for the king, near which stands a guard; There is a map hanging on the wall.

The dude leaves. The king enters and sits on the throne. He is followed by the Minister of Education.

Two Colas enter.

1st Col.
We came here
To bow at your feet
And ask the embassy.

The guard takes the Koles by the collar and leads them out.

The Minister leaves and returns with Deuce.

The king turns away. The duo shrugged and walked away.

The minister goes out and comes back with two Trojaks.

1st Troyak.
Guten morgen, hande hoh!
Every friend of us is good!

The king rises from his throne, approaches the map.

Tsar.
Where is London and Paris?

The Trojans randomly poke their fingers at the map.

Enter three girls with briefcases, bow to the king.

The girls take notebooks out of their briefcases and give them to the king.

1st.
See for yourself, my lord.
Four.
And take mine, king.

The king looks at the notebooks with a satisfied air.

Tsar.
No mistakes, no flaw
I take you all in retinue!
Tomorrow to distant shores
The brig will rush us over the waves.
The first one is Germany.
(Into the hall) Thank you for your attention!

General bow, curtain.

Scene "Mommy's son" (mother, son, narrator) _-Mom, I won’t go to school today, Something has a headache, and the weather is unimportant. Cold!.- What are you, son, you have a control today, you can’t miss it!- And you write a note that I felt bad, I'll give Irina Viktorovna the head teacher.- It's not good to cheat, son. Get ready, get ready quickly.- Well... I don't want to.- You took all the notebooks, but the books? Check your portfolio. Faster, faster, otherwise you'll be late, Glebushka. Well, why don't you want to go, because the lessons are so interesting ...Yes, it's good for you to talk. And my head always hurts from these lessons. You know how they scream at the lesson, you can't hear anything!- And you do not pay attention, work for yourself, and that's all!-Yes, don't. Koltsov is teasing, calling names with a pancake, And Petrenko and Ivanenko recently planted buttons on a chair and hid notebooks. And Buyanov ....! Oh, and I don't want to talk!- And you tell them class teacher. - Yes, I said. Even parents are afraid of this Koltsov!- Well, okay, I'll go to school myself, I'll talk with the director, with the head teacher. And you, Glebushka, get ready soon. The end of the quarter is coming soon, and you have your salary today. Go to work buddy.Gleb Yegorovich Zinoviev, a young teacher, sighed foreign language, took a briefcase with notebooks and plans, put on glasses, a hat and dejectedly trudged to work. The only thing that consoled him was the near end of the school year and today's salary.
Poems about mom .

The eighth of March is a special day,

Favorite holiday of our mothers. He is the most gentle, the kindest That is why he is dear to us.

No one will regret like a mother

In sadness like her, no one will understand us Everywhere and everywhere - and in joy and sorrow - We miss mommy.

And in our mothers the gravity of the earth

Hearth family and native shelter. In them our life is perpetual motion Mother - you are the foundation of all foundations.

It's a beautiful word - mother.

Everything on earth is from mother's hands. She is not obedient and stubborn us, Good taught - the highest of sciences.Mom answered me: “To be in tune with the truth, Don't let the young and the old get into trouble. Be the first to lead by example Take an accurate eye when assaulting a target.

I asked my mother: “What is happiness?”

Mom answered me: “Build day-to-day, To stay long in human memory. Live peacefully with a neighbor, despise the scandal, Feed lunch to those who are tired on the way.

I asked my mother: “What is happiness?”

Mom answered me: “Young mind To comprehend sciences on the way. Believe in humanity, if trouble comes. Always show sensitivity and sincerity.

I love you mom, why I don't know

Probably because I live and dream And I rejoice in the sun, and every day. For this, I love you dear. For the sky, for the wind, for the air around I love you mom You're the best friend!

Chastushki.

We are funny friends

We dance and sing And now we will tell you How we live with mothers.

Olya washed the floors, Katya helped

It's just a pity - mom again Washed everything.

Dad solved my problem

Helped with math We then decided with mom That he couldn't decide.

Sooty saucepan

Lena cleaned with sand, Two hours in Lena's trough Mom washed it afterwards.

Mom in the morning our Mila

Gave me two candies I barely had time to give And then she ate them herself.

We sang to you as best we could

We are only children But we know, our mothers - The best in the world.

Let the songs ring everywhere

About our beloved mothers, We are for everything, for everything, dear, We say: "Thank you!"

Poems about grandmother.

I am with my grandmother

I've been friends for a long time. She is in all undertakings with me at the same time. I do not know boredom with her, I like everything about her And grandmother's hands I love everything the most.

Our grandmothers are funny

They can sing, read poetry, Well, if necessary, And dance "Gypsy".

Cakes, bagels, cheesecakes

We all love from the bottom of our hearts. If you love pies Ask Grandma to cook.

Who came to me in the morning?

Who said: "It's time to get up"? Who managed to cook the porridge? Who watered the flowers? Who set the table for dinner? Who poured the tea into the cup?

Who braided my hair?

Whole house swept alone? Who told me a story? Who kissed me? Who grandchildren love laughter? Who is the best in the world? GRANDMOTHER!

On holiday your so desired

What else can we say? Allow grandmothers Wish you good health. Do not be ill! Don't get old! Never grumble! So stay young forever. Scene "Scientific grandmother ».
Two old ladies meet.

Hello my dove! Let's sit and chat!

What are you, I haven’t done my homework yet….

Which lessons? Have you fallen into childhood? You've been out of school for a hundred years!

Yes? And the grandchildren? Now it is very fashionable to do homework for grandchildren! Who will help them, except us?

Truth? You are spoiling them!

I?! I don't pamper! I am very strict with them. I’ll do my homework, and they always rewrite me cleanly.

Yes! It's really strict.

So if anything, ask me, I have a lot of experience! Check - I have a poem ... “At the seashore, the oak is green; a golden chain on that oak ... "

"... And day and night the wolf scientist ..."

Stop! What wolf?

Well, I don’t know, either steppe, or forest, or some other ....

Yes, not a wolf, but a scientist cat! Are you crazy or something, can a wolf be smart? As far as I remember, Pushkin had a CAT!!

Ah, I get it, I get it. Then I’ll start all over again: “At the seashore there is a green oak, a golden chain on that oak, and day and night the scientist’s cat howls at the stars with a rooster!

What, what? What rooster? Which stars? Where did you read this?

Oh, well, what a bore you are! Well, I messed up a bit! Because I have so many lessons! The head is spinning! Mathematics, Russian, geography, history... You won't remember right away!

Listen, assistant! What are the grandchildren doing? What are they doing?

They are learning smart games! Computer! I'm not computer savvy yet! And what do you think, if I continue to study so hard, maybe a monument will be erected in my honor?

It has already been placed!

Look in your granddaughter's diary. A wonderful monument ... KOL is called. Monument to grandmothers who do homework for their grandchildren.