Нужно рассказать смешную на не могу вспомнить ничего из своей жизни.

Once the famous english writer jonfthan swift decided to go for a walk. his servant brought his shoes. the writer said, "what does it mean, tom? you haven’t polished my shoes.”"no, sir,” the servant answered, "i thought you were going for a walk and your shoes would be dirty again soon.”"ok”, swift said, "come on, i want you to accompany me.”"but i haven’t had brekfast yet.”"it doesn’t matter. you will be hungry again soon.”  

Without bread there is no life. all of their hopes we associate with bread. living in the city, we don't know about the difficulties faced by rural workers for cultivation and harvest. there is a saying: "bread is a head". how to explain this value? this means; whoever you were, no matter how rich, without bread for nothing in the world will not survive. we are accustomed every day to see him at his desk. and the bread is grown with such difficulty!   once went through a wheat field students. was in a hurry. thought to take a shortcut and so i went on the field. by the way, they met an old man, a local resident. he told them a story.  "by the summer of 1942 the front was already far from us. all gone with the army to the front, in the village there were only old men, women and children. eat from hand to mouth. all hope was on the wheat ripening in the field. and wheat this year was excellent.  although the front was already far, dogfights, we still could observe. and here one hot summer day, two "messer" violently attacked our "yak". the battle was fought over the village, which the nazis burned during the retreat. all the villagers lived in mud huts. the aircraft fought for a long time. but here's one "messer" began to smoke and flew away. it crashed in the center of uzbekistan. the second vulture, frightened, flew away.  hawk was left alone. suddenly from under him, the smoke. we were frightened: hawk knocked out? !   under it was a wide flat field is the most convenient place for landing. the pilot started to descend, but at the last moment saw on this field of green wheat. he abruptly leveled the plane and flew away over the field. there he finally landed, but as the place was not enough, under heavy braking the aircraft overturned.  i was one of the first ran to the plane. the pilot was still alive. he asked us to lift the tail of the plane, so he could open the lid and crawl out. but our forces were too small. the pilot, realizing that all our efforts in vain, began to shout to us: "go away from here, we will have a blast! " and as i remember his words: "save the wheat! "  we barely managed to run away as there was an explosion. it is because it was summer, scorching hot, no rain, and the pilot wanted to keep the bread, because many people in those years starving and on the front and in the rear."  the old man finished his story. all stood in silence. every thought of his, and on the whole thought about the wheat, which in the summer of 1942 the pilot was killed.  everyone in those years understood how important the bread, so the bread was cherished as the apple of his eye.  in our time the bread is valued less because it very much. and if everyone knew how hard it is to grow rural workers of the bread, then do not squander it.  so let us preserve bread!

Name sergei alexandrovich esenina are well known in our country. his poetry does not leave anyone indifferent, it is imbued with ardent love for the country, russian nature. the poet confesses: "my lyrics are alive one great love, love for the motherland. the feeling of the motherland - the main thing in my work. " sincere love for the native land, expressed in subtle feelings and sentiments, has given his works special, yesenin, unique sound, which can always be distinguished in the russian lyrics. his best works dedicated to russia yesenin. we see, hear and feel in his paint poems, sounds "forest smells, fields and meadows. in poetry esenina truly reflect national images and paintings, live folk speech is truly "russian spirit" and "smells". there is not a single poem of russia, in which he would not have extolled its nature. the image appears in the motherland of the poet in the very first of his poems. he extols the beauty and discreet charm of a surprising nature of central russia. joyful and multicolored world literally fascinates us when we read poems yesenin. i see "the dew glistens on the grass", as "bird cherry sprinkles snow." there. where cabbage beds red water pours sunrise klenenochek small uterus green udder sucks. i see a "bouncing, birch lomalils in, the pond" as "ate like a spear, came up against the sky." the expanses of fields, native blue sky with floating clouds, expanse of lakes and rivers, "weeping willow", "green-haired beauty birch", "swamp marsh yes," "scarlet dawn" - all this yesenin saw the beauty of russia. in early sergei alexandrovich poetry captures an image of peasant russia eve of the october revolution. the poet saw russ simple and sad, and the hard life of the motherland is reflected in his work. edge you are my desolate, edge you are my, wasteland, hayfield nekoshenny, yes forest monastery. but the sad were these pictures, the more the poet's verses sounded boundless affection for the motherland. this motif is close blok: cold grief can not be measured. you're on a misty shore, but not love you, do not believe i can not learn. to the heights of poetry yesenin he rose from the depths of people's lives. ryazan land, "where the men mowed, where sowing bread ', was his home, where childhood small esenina. world people's poetic images surrounded by a poet from the early days of his life. and the fire of the dawn, and the lapping of waves and the blue expanse of the lake - the beauty of his native land over the years transformed into poetry, full of love for his native land: oh you, russ, my homeland gentle, just for you, i love the beach. vesela your joy is short with a loud song in the spring in a meadow in the heart from a young age esenina sunk "wind tears russia", its sad songs, sad light - painting native goron created in the poem "goy you, russ, my dear." homeland, which can not see the end and edge - "only blue eyes sucks" - causing extraordinary poet by force of filial love. he was pleased to hear "ringing like earrings, girlish laughter," to see, like dwarf huts "ringing languish poplar" and "the meadows merry dance." glad to feel like a "smell of apple and honey," and therefore yesenin recognized homeland of love: if you yell holy army "kin you russ, live in paradise! " i say: "it is not necessary paradise, give my homeland." the poet, as he wrote himself, took a revolution in its own way, encourage you to take with you to class or exam work or an audio book: loading