понеділок, 30 листопада 2009 р.

My favorite book


At the heart of Istanbul at the conspicuous place is a memorial stone stele with a Ukrainian girl singing Roxolana name. He - not only an exceptional dedication daughter of Ukraine as well as praising the passionate belief in the beauty of life, a symbol of women fighting for their identity and uniqueness, for the right to be happy.
Icon Roksolany dedicated his novel and Paul Zagrebelny who answered the questions of how and why Roxolana, which seems, has not done anything exceptional or extremely prominent in the history of mankind, and not lost in zhubylasya age of titans "of the Renaissance. She managed to defend its men's and women's dignity in a society where to do it was almost impossible.
Since I first read this novel, has been a lot of time. Maybe because of my age, I still could not comprehend all readings, many of which seemed to me incomprehensible. And here I am again recently with admiration perechytala Roksolana, and so novel to me like that became a favorite literary works. I know that I have not time to return to it again and again to meet his wonderful old countrywoman.
When I read the novel, I always thought that I very well know this girl, she has already met me. And suddenly I realized: Zagrebelny uosobyv in the face Roksolany clearly features a Ukrainian woman, her appearance, character. Her beauty - a peerless beauty of Ukrainian women: the state of flexible, white face, white neck, blue eyes, long eyelashes, thin eyebrows. Her character author vozvelychyv charm Ukrainian soul, and high feelings, and aspirations to freedom and knowledge, and care for destitute, and formidable in times of severe trials, and over all this - holy love his native Ukraine, which seriously sad unbroken soul Naste . This love helped up from his knees slave and becoming Roksolanoy achieve the greatest heights of power. This weapon only to Nastya-Roksolany was her beauty, intelligence, and independent will.
Today, in my opinion, Roksolany image is very important for our society. Probably among my fellow citizens do not find any who would remain indifferent to this image because it concentrated all the best features of a man who, finding themselves in difficult circumstances, wants to defend its dignity. For every modern woman Roxolana, moreover, was also a symbol of struggle for his own personality, originality, the right to be called the daughter of his land.
I even difficult to convey admiration and respect that they caused in my soul the image of the heroine Zagrebelniy. I felt both gratitude and that it glorified in the history of the name of a Ukrainian woman, and that their example teaches the highest quality human being, and what makes them think about their own character. I know that will forever remain Roxolana next to me and I will deal with it their life's trials, Overcoming them on the path to happiness. Because I do not believe it - you can not: "... I am with you itymu, I am true and strong. I will help you in sorrow and trouble. What I know, kids, how about you? And the heart says (and the true heart) that fate sudylas you, children, marvelously, and be happy great trip. I am with you - through the thorns to the stars of gold - itymu ever, because they can not go. reach - so my heart says. But the heart knows everything. "

понеділок, 5 жовтня 2009 р.

My school

I go to school number 4. There are many good teachers. They all like me. I like different lessons. One of them is English. We have many different classrooms. My class is on the third floor. I'm in the eighth grade. We have three computer classes, two gyms, cozy canteen and a good assembly hall.

понеділок, 28 вересня 2009 р.

My friend.

I have a friend.His name is Vitalya Sirenko. His hobby is basket-ball.
He is 14. He studies in the 9 from. He has aBrother. His name is Sasha
His hobbies are football and
volley-ball.It is my best friend.

понеділок, 21 вересня 2009 р.

My life


Hi my name is Artur. I am 13.My hobby is Football.
I live in Hadiach. I have a brother.He is 4.
He likes footboll too. It is my blog ;-)