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Everyone has had a completely unexpected, but interesting meeting in their life. The most interesting meeting in my life happened this spring. I met an amazing person.
When I was walking home from a friend through neighboring yards, I noticed an elderly man on a bench with a map in his hands. He looked upset and lost. I approached and offered to help. It turned out that he did not know Russian.I tried to speak English, remembered everything that we were taught at school. He was a physics professor who had come from the UK to the local university. He said that he left the hotel to get some air and got lost. I helped him get to where he stopped. We walked and chatted. I did not understand well that he spoke slowly and tried to show what he was talking about. His name was Mr. Rupert Waltersky. He looked to be about 70 years old. He was short, completely gray-haired with a slight receding hairline. He had large gold-rimmed glasses for vision and a tiny hearing aid behind his ear. Apparently, he invested a lot of effort in his professional growth, spent many hours reading books in the library, worked diligently on his works in physics. He looked well-groomed: things were clean and ironed, but it was noticeable that they were no longer new. He wore a dark green jacket, navy blue trousers, an interestingly ornamented tie, and fancy burgundy vintage shoes. There was a twinkle in his eyes.
I was delighted with his vitality, positivity and energy. During our conversation, he was very enthusiastic, he spoke very emotionally, actively gesticulating with his hands. He said that he lives alone because his wife died two years ago, but in memory of her he looks after their small garden. I also realized that competitions for the best garden are held annually in their region. This is their long-term tradition, it seemed to me very interesting, I would like to see such events held in our country. Then our yards would be much cleaner and prettier, with more flowers of different colors and sizes.He also said that he lives on the south coast, so the weather is almost always warm. It turned out that he came to our city not for the first time, he said that he really liked our dentists and cheap spouts. He has a great sense of humor, I would really like to have such a teacher. He was very kind and open, and invited me to visit foggy Albion. I had a lot of fun and interesting with this wonderful person, I hope that someday I will be able to visit him.
One of the most interesting encounters happened when I was four years old, but I still remember it.
On that December day, my mother and I went for a walk in a small grove, which is not far from our house. The sun was shining, white snow sparkled on the ground. We went to the grove to ride down the hill and feed the pigeons with seeds. There is a clearing where a sandbox was made for the kids, benches and bird feeders were hung. We were walking with my mother, when suddenly a man stopped in front and quietly told us that a squirrel was sitting in front. Mom saw a gray squirrel with a fluffy gray-red tail off the path. She sat on a stump and looked at us. The man took a peanut out of his pocket and threw it closer to the squirrel. She hid behind a stump, and then looked out and collected nuts. I thought that the squirrel would eat them, but she ran back a couple of meters and buried the nuts in the snow. Then I asked my mother to give seeds for the squirrel. Mom took out the seeds and poured a little into my hand and herself. Then we tried to get closer to the squirrel, but she deftly climbed up the tree. Then my mother and I squatted down and waited. The squirrel saw the treat in our hands and went downstairs. Then she began to slowly approach us. Finally, she dared and began to take the seeds with her paws, and then hide them behind her cheek. It was the first time I saw a squirrel so close. It turned out that her paws are very similar to our hands, she so deftly took seeds with them. The squirrel was very beautiful. She had black eyes, tassled ears, and a fluffy fur coat. The squirrel collected all the seeds and ran off to stock up. Then she came back to us and began to squeak something. Mom gave her some more seeds, and the squirrel began to gnaw them. She did it very cleverly, only the skins flew in all directions. Then the squirrel climbed a tree and began to jump from one tree to another.
Such an amazing meeting happened in my childhood.
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Once upon a Victory Day
On the day of May 9, the city was unusually crowded. After all, they celebrated a national holiday - Victory Day. All the children poured out into the yard while their parents watched the festive parade on Red Square on TV. The children played their usual games. Suddenly they noticed an elderly man in a festive tunic with many medals. They immediately surrounded him and began to ask what he was doing in their yard, resheba.com The gray-haired veteran said that he had come to visit his comrade, since he could not come to a meeting with fellow soldiers. The old man named the name of his friend, and the guys vied with each other to shout that he lives in the first entrance, that they know him well. The boys and girls began to ask the participant in the hostilities about the events of those distant days. The veteran recalled his comrades-in-arms with pleasure and spoke about the circumstances under which he met the general living in their yard.
They were then young officers who had just completed emergency training courses. It so happened that literally in the first days at the front they took part in a fierce battle with the enemy. The narrator was wounded, and his brother-soldier, with whom they have since become best friends, carried him from the battlefield on himself. Of course, life scattered them, but. every year they always meet on Red Square, under the Chimes, and remember the past.
After this short story, the old military man was no longer a stranger to the guys. They took him to the neighbor-general, who was very glad to see the long-awaited guest.
Summer came and my friends and I often went for a walk. On one such day we went to play on the playground near Petya's house. Twenty meters from this place there is a thicket of bushes and the guys decided to build a headquarters there. But when we approached these bushes, we heard a growl. It was a cat. And she growled, because in the bushes she hid still very small kittens. There were several of them, but they were all the same gray color, like my mother.
We decided that this family should not be disturbed. Petya ran home and brought sausages. The new mom happily ate the treat. Since then, we constantly came to visit this family, brought food and water. Petya brought an old towel and laid it out for the kittens.
A week passed, and I went to the village to my grandmother. Came back a month later. The kittens grew up a lot, ran around the playground and became local favorites. Two had their own house, they were taken by people from neighboring houses.
By the end of summer, the kittens turned into big cats, they could find their own food. I am very happy to meet these participants of that unexpected meeting.
Often you do not know where this most interesting meeting will take place: at a solemn event, in the library, where our contemporaries often come - writers and poets, or, say, in the country.
Once, on a hot summer day, our summer cottage was visited by an outwardly ordinary, but rather original titmouse in character.
She has been looking at me since early morning. I ran around the perimeter of the bed and assessed whether I was working well enough - loosening the soil and removing weeds. In the case when she liked everything, she nodded her head approvingly.
When I started watering the plants, I lost my titmouse for a moment, but she did not lose me! She sat on the edge of the barrel, and suspiciously looked inside. It seemed to her that there was clearly not enough water in the barrel.
At the time when the barrel began to fill with water, the titmouse sat motionless, but when the container was filled, she immediately began to taste the water. The summer that year was dry, the forest dwellers clearly lacked water. Titmouse drank greedily, and I did not interfere with her in this process.
Then the yellow-breasted beauty began to monitor how watering was going on. Realizing that there was a lot of water, the tit made a certain characteristic sound, and on my site there were several who wanted to quench the thirst of titmouse. I didn’t feel sorry for the water, I wanted to say: “Drink your fill!” But the birds drank plenty even without invitation. And then they flew away. All but one, all the same curious titmouse.
Until evening, she behaved rather quietly, taking off and landing again on a small pear tree. And in the evening the titmouse got worried. I didn't understand the reason for her concern. But at some point, high in the sky, I saw an eagle that soared beautifully and smoothly. This eagle with his family has long attracted the attention of summer residents. Often, he made quite loud sounds that made people stop working, raise their heads up and look at the royal bird.
Titmouse was nervous, and seemed to be telling me:
- This is an eagle, I recognize its superiority.
At some point, the tit hid in the branches of a tree. And I found myself only when I was going home. In parting, she waved her wing at me and seemed to say:
- Bye Bye! I'll take care of everything here!
Such an interesting meeting happened to me with a titmouse. The next day, I didn’t see the bird, apparently, it flew to inspect other suburban areas ...
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An interesting meeting - There are completely unexpected meetings. I had such an unusually interesting meeting quite recently. I met an amazing person. I ran into this boy on our stairs while taking out the trash. I immediately drew attention to his eyes - they were boundlessly blue, as if I looked into the depths of the sea. - Hey! - I said, almost dropping the trash can in surprise. And the boy answered so culturally and politely that I felt uneasy: - Good day to you! We got into a conversation, and I learned something about a new acquaintance that immediately singled him out from among all my friends, with whom, of course, I also value friendship. Sasha, that was the name of my friend, studied in an unusual place. I didn't know parochial schools still existed! But it turns out that there are such people, and Sasha studied in one of them. “Because my father is a priest, and I myself believe,” the boy with blue eyes explained. This “belief” blew me away. It was so interesting to talk to a deeply religious person! From conversations with my new neighbor, I learned a lot about life, about God, about religious precepts. And all Sasha's words were deeply felt and not as labored and uninteresting as it usually happens when adults begin to tell us, children, about God and religion. I am very glad that I now have such a friend, and I am grateful for that chance meeting!
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An interesting meeting - At school, in the lessons of history and literature, we are told a lot about the Great Patriotic War. But these events were so long ago that we somehow missed everything. We also knew that Petya, our classmate, has a great-grandfather who went through the whole war. But he didn't talk much about him. And we never asked.
But one day everything changed. This happened by accident. We all went for a walk in the park. Petya was not with us that day. We played and jumped in the park. Suddenly our attention was attracted by a group of elderly people, among whom we saw Petka and other guys unfamiliar to us. We wondered what he was doing there and why he had not come with us.
We ran to a classmate. He saw us and rejoiced. Taking one of the old men by the hand, Petya walked towards us. "Grandpa, meet me. These are my classmates,” he said. We all looked at the elderly man. But it wasn't his appearance that attracted us. There was nothing unusual about her. We were drawn to something else. Awards hung on the man's chest. There were so many of them that there was no free space left on the jacket.
Grandfather smiled and greeted us affectionately. It turns out that on this day he met with his fellow soldiers, and Petka went with him. We sat down on a bench and began to listen to the stories of old veterans. They recalled battles, dead comrades, funny stories from their military youth. For the first time, we touched the war so closely that we forgot about pranks and games.
And the veterans all remembered and remembered their youth, how they fought, defending their country. We have never heard such exciting stories. It was the most interesting meeting that we will remember forever. Now the lessons about the Great Patriotic War are not empty for us, because before us are the living faces of people who fought for our happy life.
