1. The story of the Chinese teacher in the second volume of the sixth grade (composition)
My teacher and I have many stories, but the most embarrassing thing happened during a Chinese unit test .
In that Chinese language test, I was full of confidence and answered the questions easily. There was no examination, I thought I would definitely get that 100% this time. Then he started playing by himself. The teacher collected the papers and talked about some questions that needed attention. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. When I heard the question I got wrong, I started sweating on my forehead. I was afraid that this question would affect my test scores. However, I was still relaxed. Take a breath. At noon, Teacher Li asked me and Qian Chun to grade the examination papers. Qian Chun and I happily walked to the door of the office. Unexpectedly, Teacher Li said to me: "You didn't do well in the exam!" My heart suddenly reached my throat. Son, my heart felt cold, and with an uneasy mood, I walked into the office door. Teacher Li handed me the exam paper, and I took a look. No! So many points deducted! Taking a closer look, I couldn't help but blush, such a simple question. I could be wrong! I thought I knew the format of letters that I had been taught in moral class and Chinese class, but I forgot all about them in the exam! I am really confident, but when it comes to exams, I become careless! I lowered my head in shame. "In the future, don't think the same thing as this time." Teacher Li said sternly. After listening to Teacher Li's teachings, I lowered my head even lower, graded the test papers, and walked out of the teacher's office dejectedly. As I walked, I repeatedly warned myself that I would never be careless in future exams.
I have always remembered this incident, because this lesson taught me not to relax no matter what, as this is the easiest way to lose points due to carelessness. This is a little story between me and my teacher, an unforgettable story. Now I just want to say to the teacher: "Teacher, I asked you to worry about it. I will work hard to make you less tired and more happy!"
2. Select grades one to six for the composition. Write a story in one text
From the first day I entered elementary school to now when I am about to graduate from elementary school, during these more than 2,000 days, there is a book that has been with me for six years. , gave me selfless help and helped me grow from an ignorant child into a well-educated young man. It is the good teacher and helpful friend of our primary school students - "Friends of Primary School Students".
Every time I read "Friends of Primary School Students", I hold it in my hands and read it eagerly, not wanting to miss a composition or even a word.
In the colorful spring, "Friends of Primary School Students" is like a wonderful flower blooming in the morning sun.
The petals in "Friends of Primary School Students" are really countless! There is a feast of attractive stories; there are tasteful classics that I don’t want to miss a word of; there are intriguing mini comics and interesting English; there are also my favorite big hands holding small hands and the big reporter’s arena... It really makes me Dazzled.
"Friends of Primary School Students" always opens doors for me, allowing me to enter the world full of wonders; it always gives me a pair of wings, allowing me to explore the magnificence of the universe. Wonders; he also gave me a wonderful pen to write about the colorful things in my life.
My favorite is the "Essay Competition", where I not only appreciate the good articles written by others, but also have famous writers and journalists comment on them. What’s even better is that writers and great journalists can guide me in my studies and teach me step by step how to write beautiful compositions. I can follow their footsteps in becoming talented, let my dreams fly, and become a little writer.
"Friends of Primary School Students" Thank you!
It is you who taught me how to write, how to be a human being, and how to be grateful... You took me to travel in the ocean of knowledge, Carry me to the other side of my ideal, and carry me to the peak of knowledge... You have helped me so much. No words can describe your help to me. I can only say "Thank you." You! "
"Friends of Primary School Students" is a small boat on my growth path, leading me to the other side of success.
3. For the composition of the sixth grade of primary school, my wisdom story has specific examples and experiences to be written
There was a child, when he was very young, once, His father asked him to paint a still life sketch, and the subject was a vase full of autumn chrysanthemums. Children turn in their homework quickly. In the child's drawings, the vase is trapezoidal, the chrysanthemums are large and small circles, and the leaves are strange triangles. It's simply "four different things". However, the father did not get angry with his son. He told his son what a trapezoid was and what a triangle was... and began to teach him geometry and algebra. This child grew up to become a famous mathematician and physicist. He was Maxwell.
This little story reminds me of an educational documentary I watched when I was studying in Japan: a group of children were playing in the classroom, and their shoes were scattered around. At this time, a man came in. After greeting the children warmly, he slowly took off his shoes. The children looked at him intently. The man arranged his shoes neatly on the shoe rack.
After the children waited for him to leave, they ran to pick up their shoes and put them neatly on the shoe rack...
These two little stories illustrate the truth: all parents need to do is to educate their children. Grasp the direction, then lead by example and take advantage of the situation.
The value of an hour
A friend told me something about his son: Once, my friend came home very late from get off work. He was very tired and a little annoyed, but found that His 5-year-old son was still leaning against the door, waiting for him.
"Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"What question?"
"How much do you make per hour?"
"Why do you ask this question?" the friend asked impatiently.
"I just want to know, how much money do you make per hour?" the son begged.
"If you must know, I earn 20 yuan an hour."
"Oh," the son lowered his head, "Dad, can you lend me 10 yuan?"
The friend got angry: "If you just want money to buy toys, go back to your room and go to bed. I don't have time to play childish games with you."
The son quietly returned to his room and closed the door.
My friend sat down and was still angry. Later, he calmed down - maybe his son really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money.
A friend walked into his son’s room: “Are you asleep, son?”
“Dad, not yet, I’m still awake.”
“ I may have been too cruel to you," the friend said, "I'm sorry - here is the 10 yuan you asked for." "Dad, thank you," the son shouted happily and took some out from under the pillow. The crumpled banknotes were counted slowly.
"Why do you still need money when you already have money?" asked a friend.
"Because it was not enough before." The son replied, "Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy 1 hour of your time? Please go home early tomorrow - I want to talk to you You have dinner together.”
Actually, the child doesn’t want much. Sometimes it's just an hour of daddy's time, or dinner with daddy.
Why Angels Can Fly
There is a true story. There is a poor mountain village in the mountains of Yunnan. Every household lives in an extremely old house. One day, there was a sudden heavy rain. Remembering that the old house of the five-guarantee household in the village was in serious disrepair and might collapse at any time, the village chief woke up his wife and son and ran to the five-guarantee household carrying a bamboo bed. As soon as the five-guarantee households were lifted out of the room, a flash flood broke out, and mudslides rushed down the mountain. The houses of the five-guarantee households and the village chief's house were washed down and buried. Some people say that the village chief's family is lucky because they saved themselves while helping others!
One day, my son asked me who the richest person in the world is. I told him it was Bill Gates in the United States. My son asked me why Bill Gates can make so much money. I told him that it was because Bill Gates launched a series of software that no one else could surpass, and he promoted it all over the world to make money. This answer is obviously not accurate enough. When I learned from the Internet that Bill Gates had donated half of his property to charity and made a will to donate all of his property to society after his death, I felt more and more that my answer was incomplete. Later, I saw a report in which Bill Gates said in public: There are many ways to measure success, and one of the simplest ways is to see how much help he has provided to the people around him, and whether he has created new creations. Whether it is because such creations bring convenience to people's lives, only those who do well in these aspects can be considered successful. I immediately read this sentence to my son so that he could fully understand Bill Gates.
Writing this, I suddenly remembered an American proverb I learned in middle school English textbooks: Angels can fly because they take themselves very lightly. The story of the village chief illustrates this truth, and what Bill Gates has done in public welfare is not the same. Why can angels fly? Tell this truth to your child and let him start learning to fly from now on.
A more sincere father
A friend who has lived abroad for more than ten years returned to China after his studies were successful. He sent his 6-year-old son Dongdong to a nearby experimental primary school. .
One day, when my friend was flipping through Dongdong’s Chinese homework book, he found that Dongdong had a question about word combinations that was given a cross by the teacher. This question requires the word "kiss" to be composed of a word, and the word "dongdong" is composed of "kiss". A friend called me Guo Dongdong and asked: "Dongdong, do you know why the teacher judged this word wrong?"
Dongdong pouted and said: "I don't know either, the teacher said this word is uncivilized. . But I think it’s right.”
My friend said seriously: “Your teacher is wrong, you are right. Let’s go find your teacher.” I took Dongdong to his Chinese teacher’s house.
Although the young Chinese teacher felt that his friend was making a fuss out of a molehill, at his insistence, he changed the question and put a new check mark in the homework book.
Afterwards, my friend told me that he did not go to the teacher just for the right or wrong of this question, he just wanted to tell his children an attitude towards doing things. You have to stick to what you think is right. Only in this way can you discover the truth of the matter. Even if you do end up being wrong, you'll know why.
4. Sixth grade Chinese composition: The story of me and books, 400 words
The story of me and books
Books are my friends and my good friends My partner, it was it that taught me how to be a human being, it was it that let me know the secrets of science ------
I once cried for a book, it was noon, after lunch, I fell asleep. I couldn't sleep, so I secretly watched "Guardian of the Forest" under the quilt. I was fascinated by it. My mother came to see me, but I didn't even notice. When my mother saw that I was awake and reading, she got angry and grabbed the book in my hand. The book was thrown away, and it was thrown far away. I cried, got up from the bed, and gently picked up the book that fell to the ground. Tears fell on the pages of the book. I hugged the book, cried, and looked at my mother pitifully, pleading for mercy for the other book in her hand. . Mom stared at me and I cried harder. She became angry, dropped the book, and left. That day, I hugged the book, lay in bed and cried for a long time.
I also laughed about books. It was another morning. My mother gave me a fifty-yuan book card. I was so excited that I hurriedly jumped into the sea of ??books. I took the card and traveled in the sea of ??books, shaking hands with my favorite books one after another. Finally, I came back with a lot of books (all good and healthy books) [Note: I came back with a lot of books. Describe the harvest as great. ]. At that moment, I laughed, the smile was very sweet, very sweet. At that moment, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world.
When I was studying, no one could even think of calling me out. As long as I had a book in my hand, I didn’t want to do anything. The only thing I wanted to do was read. Book, you are my silent teacher; book, you are my close friend; book, you are my lifelong partner------
There are many, many more stories about books and me. There is no end to what I can say, no end to my teachings, and the joy that books have brought me is countless. Of course, the story between me and books continues ------
5. Interests in the sixth grade of primary school Chinese stories need stories
Mark Twain’s wonderful answers
Mark Twain, the famous modern American writer, sat across from a lady at a banquet. Out of politeness, Said: "You are so beautiful!" The lady did not appreciate it, but said: "It's a pity that I can't praise you in the same way!" Mark Twain said: "That doesn't matter, you can tell a lie like me." The words were euphemistic. , peaceful, the opposite of its meaning, the lady lowered her head.
The Shortest Letter in the World
After the famous French writer Hugo sent the manuscript of "Les Misérables" to the publisher, it took some time before the book was published. So he sent a letter to the publishing house, and the content only said: "? - Hugo." Soon, he received a reply from the publishing house, the content only said: "! - Editorial Office." Not long after, "Les Misérables", which caused a sensation in the world, became available to readers.
This letter is called "the shortest letter in the world."
Who is the champion
The battle report of a football match reads: "This The result of a fierce football match was that the Shandong team defeated the Beijing team and won the championship.”
The first person said after watching it, the Shandong team won the football match. The communique read: "As a result of this fierce football match, the Shandong team defeated the Beijing team and won the championship." Another person said, that's not right. The battle report clearly stated: "As a result of this fierce football match, the Shandong team was defeated and the Beijing team won the championship."
Who is right and who is wrong
There used to be A hotel posted an advertisement that read: "On rainy days, no guests will be allowed, and on rainy days, no guests will be allowed." A traveler came up and asked to stay in the hotel. The shopkeeper pointed at the advertisement and said, "Didn't you see the advertisement written: 'On rainy days, we will keep guests? No.'" The customer said, "I saw it. The advertisement made it clear: 'On rainy days, we will keep guests.'" . Do you want to stay as a guest? '"
In fact, there are two other ways to read this sentence: one is a question: "On a rainy day, do you want to stay as a guest?" The first is a declarative sentence pattern: "On rainy days, guests are invited to stay, but if it rains, guests will be invited to stay."
Mr.'s Notes
Once upon a time, there was a rich man who was very stingy. Once he hired a teacher for his son. When talking about treatment, the husband knew that he was usually very mean to others. He thought about it and made a note with him, which read:
No rice, no chicken, no duck, no fish, no money.
The rich man looked at it. He was very happy. He thought that his husband was not particular about his meals, and he did not have to pay for tuition. He felt that he had taken advantage of it. At the end of the year, the husband wants to settle accounts with the rich man. Wherever the rich man was willing to give, the two of them went to the county government to file a lawsuit. The county magistrate asked the rich man to read out the evidence once. The rich man read it out according to the evidence, but the gentleman read it out again according to the punctuated pauses, so that it became:
No rice, noodles are fine. ;
If you don’t have chicken, you can use duck;
If you don’t have fish, you can use meat;
If you don’t have silver, you can use money.
The rich man was dumbfounded and had to pay his tuition and meal money to his husband.
6. Composition for primary school students: stories from sixth grade Chinese books. The longer the better! It’s best to have a few. If I'm satisfied, +20 reward!
Throughout the ages, Mother Earth has nurtured countless generations of descendants with her sweet milk. It turns out that she was beautifully decorated by the juniors. However, now humans torture her to the point of darkness for their own benefit. Humanity has only one earth; and the earth is facing a severe environmental crisis. "Save the earth" has become the strongest voice of people all over the world.
"Dududu!" A large truck climbed up a hill filled with dense fog along the winding mountain road, and drove slowly towards a small village in the mountain nest.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I met an uninvited guest - Bald Li. Bald Li is "well-known" in the entire small mountain village. He makes a living by begging and has been despised for a long time. At this time, he was preparing to beg from the people in the car! Hearing the voice, the car squeaked to a stop. The driver stuck his head out to look at Bald Li and asked, "Young man, please do me a favor. The reward will not be less..." "Okay!" The word money made Bald Li feel weak, and he climbed into the passenger seat in a blink of an eye.
After arriving at his destination, Bald Li went straight to the woods. He was wearing brand new work clothes and a peaked cap on his head. He stared at the trees carefully with his big eyes like copper coins. He touched his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and started smoking leisurely. The truck driver's task of logging a tree for 50 yuan made him extremely excited, and the calculation was indeed very tempting. As he thought about it, he pulled out a sharp ax from the tool bag behind him, tested the blade properly, and started chopping with a "swish", his movements were so skillful, powerful and elegant. The ax left scratches on the tree, making a low "dong-dong" sound. Listening to this "pleasant" voice, Bald Li's smile became brighter and brighter. Suddenly, a flapping sound of wings broke the morning tranquility, and a woodpecker landed on Bald Li. The woodpecker stared at the barren land on Bald Li's head and made a low cry: "There must be worms in this piece of wood..."
This is a storyline in a cartoon. After reading this cartoon, I couldn't calm down for a long time. "There must be insects in this piece of wood..." made me think deeply. Are there really worms in people's heads? No, this bug is just an ideological bug, a greedy bug, an ignorant bug, a selfish bug... Money creates greed and erases people's conscience of cherishing resources and protecting the environment; excessive obsession with wealth also sprouts The sprout of selfishness. From the perspective of a woodpecker, this cartoon reveals mankind's disregard for protecting the environment on which it depends. It also warns people that if we don’t pay attention to protecting the natural environment, every bit of harm we do to nature will eventually come to us in another way.
In fact, it is not difficult to find in life that we often see people similar to Bald Li in the comics. On the surface, they dress up beautifully and decently, but their minds are full of "bugs", and the most common one among them is the "environment-destroying" bug.
We can often see crumpled paper balls in school corridors, playgrounds, paths, and gardens. Some pieces of paper didn't even have a word written on them, but they were discarded and trampled ruthlessly by countless feet. A intact book was torn apart and filled with drainage channels. These are the masterpieces of some students who do not know how to save. After they make a mistake, they do not erase or rewrite with a pen, but simply tear out the entire page. After doing this several times, there will naturally be very few intact notebooks left. .
When passing by the campus back garden, I once discovered that a classmate threw a food packaging bag into the clear lake water. Rubber bands, netting, food bags, etc. were everywhere on the water. visible. This situation reminded me of the description in the book "Ocean·Death". I seemed to see the sky stained red with blood, and the bodies of various fish in groups covered the water... Thinking of all this, a feeling of heartache suddenly came to my heart. I decided to go over and give them a make-up lesson on environmental protection, but before I could say anything, the little classmates, who knew they were in the wrong, left in a hurry.
Is this just a funny cartoon? No, it is warning us: While humans are destroying the environment, they are also harming themselves unknowingly. Let us join the ranks of loving the earth and caring for nature. Let us join hands to build a green embankment for the earth.
7. The Ministry of Education approved the 2019 Chinese language exercise for the sixth grade in the first volume: a 500-word composition: "The story flowing from the tip of the pen"
A 500-word composition for primary school students, "The story flowing from the tip of the pen", The subject matter is rich and well written. Remember things in life: such as opening your head
The bright moonlight whispers greetings to the earth, and kindness opens up one after another, like many lovely elves floating down from the sky.
After school, I walked slowly towards home. The moonlight above my head dazzled and illuminated many of the paths back to my family. I looked up at the moonlight. It was so beautiful and bright. It was really a moonlit night.
I was in a good mood along the way. When I arrived at the small park downstairs of my house, I rushed home quickly. Suddenly, I saw a weak and forlorn figure. Who was that? I backed up slowly, my mind beating. It turned out to be an old woman. Her clothes were in rags, her fluffy hair was about to cover her entire face, her pants were in tatters, not to mention her shoes. What was she looking at quietly? I really want to know. . . . . .
My classmate, I will guide you to the end and write it yourself.
8. A composition about the story of my growth for the sixth grade. The content should not be cliche, but more realistic.
The story of my growth
Time flies like water, and time flies by. . In the blink of an eye, I have grown from a baby waiting to be fed to the person I am today. I am growing all the time. There are ups and downs on the road to growth, there are joys and gains, and there are also tears when I fail, joy when I succeed, and hard sweat...
The joy of growing up: Growth is like a piece of The sweet toffee will leave you with endless aftertaste when you hold it in your mouth and open your mouth.
When I was a child, I always liked to snuggle in my mother's arms and listen to her tell stories. At that time, I always thought that I was the happiest child. I wished that time could stop and take a rest and keep this happy moment.
However, I failed to keep pace with the old man Time. I entered elementary school. In the first grade, I liked to lock myself in the room in the scorching summer and recite the Tang poem "Goose Goose, Qu Xiang" "Song to the Sky" I appreciated the lovely big white goose, and I also saw Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts" and felt his homesickness. In the sixth grade, I was about to bid farewell to my alma mater and enter junior high school. I really felt what is called "time flies" and I had never felt reluctant to let go. I felt heartache and I understood what it means to have something that you don't know how to cherish. Only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it. Six years of teacher-student relationship, six years of friendship. I have received many honors during my six years in primary school, and every honor is a footprint of my growth. I appreciate the joy of growing up.
In junior high school, I entered a brand new school. Everything here is new to me. This is the place where I bury my dreams and sow my dreams. I believe I will start a new transformation here. I often remember all the past events during the military training at the beginning of the school year... On the clean playground, we (this brand-new group) stood under the sun for more than ten minutes. Every day, the students had to be on the playground early. Assemble, every member works hard for the overall honor of the class. In the end, with the efforts of the head teacher, instructors and everyone, our class achieved first place in military training. As Lenin said: 'As long as millions of working people unite as one person and follow the outstanding figures of their own class, victory will be guaranteed'
And at the school sports meeting, the students I was one of the athletes who brought glory to the class. The most intense moment was during the relay race. I was the 5th runner. When the gun rang out, the classmate who was the first runner quickly rushed out of the starting line. Fortunately, I was ahead on the first leg. , the second baton, the third baton, and the fourth baton finally came to me. After I took the baton, my heart was churning like the sea. I ran hard and ran until the sixth baton was taken over, and I was temporarily calm. Although the results are not satisfactory, as long as you work hard, you will be the best.
Where there is happiness, there are troubles. Troubles are like a heavy rain. After the storm, a rainbow will always appear. Let’s savor the growing pains.
For students, conflicts between classmates are the biggest worry. There will always be conflicts of varying sizes and small fights between classmates. Quarrels and bickering are common. This bothers me a lot.
I remember when I was in elementary school, the class was selecting class cadres. Although my name was on the election list, I lost the election because of the small number of votes. This was a big blow to me. During this period, I I accidentally saw an article titled "Thanks for That Failure in Life." This article tells the experience of college entrance examination students. It inspired me a lot. I studied harder, learned to be friendly with my classmates, and did everything well. Something happened, I was finally selected in the selection of brigade committee members in the next semester. I also want to say that I am grateful for that failure.
I am growing all the time, and I record the story of my growth with the pen in my hand every moment.
9. A 600-word essay on Doudou’s story for the sixth-grade Chinese language newspaper
Composition requirements: Students are required to write an interesting little thing that they have experienced, make it specific and express their true feelings Thoughts and feelings.
Teaching process:
1. Revealing the image of Doudou
The teacher draws a simplified picture of Doudou.
Question: Who is this and how do you know? Do you like him and why? He is Doudou in the "Comics World" of Monday's "Yangtze Evening News". Not only is he cute, his story is even more interesting. The students like reading Doudou’s comics very much and have collected many of them.
2. Study the comic stories
1. Question: Among the Doudou comic stories you have admired, which group do you particularly like? Why do you like it? Could you please introduce it to us.
2. After the students make their selections, invite a few people to come on stage to introduce them.
Key points for evaluation and penetration: reading paintings, describing paintings, selecting materials, and conception
(1) Guide students to summarize the story in a few words.
(2) Instruct students to refine the meaning of comics, and encourage students to not only be able to read articles, but also be able to read paintings.
(3) Point out that although the paintings are small things, they are very interesting and memorable.
(4) Guide students to evaluate Doudou positively.
Summary: The students collected many such comics. An important reason why these comics attract us so much is because the uncle who drew them chose real and interesting little things that happened in our lives, and created an image that is innocent, lively, witty, and naughty.
These Doudou stories are the stories of the classmates. Many of the things that the students have experienced are interesting and memorable. I wonder if you have paid attention to them.
3. Students create comics
1. Ask students to recall interesting little things like this that they have done before, and talk about and discuss them with their friends around them.
2. Ask students to choose the most interesting thing and draw it like the uncle who draws. If necessary, several people can cooperate.
4. Comment on the comics created by students.
l. Students display and introduce comics.
2. The evaluation emphasizes: small things, real, interesting and tasteful.
5. Students practice writing fragments.
1. Stimulate interest and guide writing.
The students reproduced one of their own stories with pictures. The content was very interesting and the drawings were good. How to write this story well? (Describe the interesting and interesting parts of the story in detail, and express your feelings truly.)
2. Put forward composition requirements.
Ask students to write down an interesting little story of their own, make the story specific and truly express their feelings.
3. Students write, and teachers inspect and guide.
6. Composition review
1. Ask students to show their cartoons first, and then read the composition.
2. Guide students to share their compositions through peer review.
10. Story composition after the story of Fanka in the sixth grade text
Fanka only slept for two hours.
Before he could open his hazy eyes, his boss grabbed his ears and carried him to the backyard. Without saying a word, the boss swung a steel rod as thick as a water pipe. Fanka swallowed and subconsciously stepped back. Here, mercy is never shown. The boss raised his stick and hit Fanka directly on the leg. Fanka didn't scream, but his eyes went dark and his lower body lost consciousness. He knelt heavily on the ground, his legs aching. The boss spoke up: "Taking my things? Are you brave enough? I won't beat you to death, so I'll be proud of you!" The boss stamped his feet angrily. At some point, the boss's wife appeared next to Fanka, with two waiters beside her. The landlady kicked Fanka, looked at him sideways, and said coldly: "This kind of person doesn't have a long memory. Let's not waste our efforts and let him suffer." As soon as he finished speaking, the man behind the landlady The two guys hit him in the face with their fists, and the fists fell on Fanka's face like rain, but Fanka never cried. He firmly believed that grandpa would come to pick him up, and he would be happy one day! This was his only spiritual pillar, and it was this belief that allowed him to survive the physical pain and mental torture. But he was still a nine-year-old child, and he finally couldn't bear it and passed out...
He woke up, his whole body was wet, he shivered, he was woken up by cold water, and there was someone standing next to him Looking at the two guys. Fanka wanted to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, he would eventually fall to the cold floor - he knew he was paralyzed. His tenacious belief supports him. He will not lose the courage to live because of a small setback. He believes! Grandpa will definitely come! He will be happy!
The guy pulled him into a dark room. The room was very dark, but he could vaguely see things. The boy said: "From now on, when you repair other people's broken shoes, remember, you can't stop for a moment, otherwise, haha..." The boy walked away. Fanka knelt on the ground, holding a large pile of broken shoes by the faint light, and began to get busy. He had been working non-stop for a day and a night, and now even if a match was pressed against his eyes, he could no longer go without rest. He lay down and slept like a dead man.
He was awakened by a burnt iron block and became even more ruthless. Fanka muttered silently: "Grandpa...Grandpa...must...come to pick me up..." A boy Hearing him muttering to himself, he laughed: "That old guy has been dead a long time ago!" After saying that, all the guys laughed.
Fanka was stunned, as if his heart had been cut by a knife. His grandfather, his spiritual support, and his only hope - Konstantin Makarichi passed away long ago. Fanka's soul seemed to no longer belong to him. Before the tears could fall, he really slept like a dead person.