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“The whole school is talking about what happened,” Ron said. - And what really happened there?

The state, the army, the bureaucracy, the school, the economy, the law - all these are Hoffmann's schemes that turn a person into a doll, society into a collection of mechanisms that react in a predetermined manner to a given influence. The paths are paved, one step to the right, one step to the left ...

We know many examples of the school debility of geniuses, demonstrating only one thing: premature development, eccentricity.

fly!

The school is a pretty vain institution. If you study poorly, everyone scolds you. They say you're bad, you can't do anything. But if you grew up and achieved something, the school will not forget it. Every first of September, the director will say: "A wonderful man, a satirical writer, Ruslan Viktorovich Bely, studied within our walls. And there will be a teacher who will say: "And I saw his talent in the fifth grade. And there will be another teacher who is old and who understands that she will not be anything: "White has achieved something? So he's dumb! Do you want to show him an essay? And he's not there, he didn't write because he's dumb!"

May 1940. High school of horse riding in the ancient town of France. Cadets - the offspring of the most noble families - dream of glory, horse riding and balls. But war shatters their romantic dreams. The enemy came close to the city, there will be no arena, no races with obstacles. With the impatience of youth, the cadets are waiting for the beginning of hostilities. And they receive an order: to organize the defense of the city. For several hours, the fighting continued against the real enemy, who brought down on them all the power of artillery. Under bursting shells and bombs, overcoming fear and self-doubt, yesterday's schoolchildren desperately defend their city and their beloved school. Their dedication shocked even the enemy...

The school classroom is like a model of society, where everything is exaggerated and enlarged, as if under a magnifying glass.

The School of Labor is the best practical school of human wisdom; the simplest craft is by no means incompatible with a high degree of mental development.

Today's example to yesterday is success. It is a foolish schoolteacher to use someone else as an example for the student.

Find yourself, make your own and good things will grow effortlessly. When you are going to visit another country, first you should find out all the unpleasant surprises about it.

Art in order to give a person aesthetic pleasure and in some way is a school for the development of human morality. It is in vain to argue that art is higher or even on a par with reality. The beauties of life (reality) are numerous, varied, nature is inexhaustible in the material of the development of the soul. The question is, why an artist? The numerous beauties of nature are not available to everyone, they are sometimes found in such nooks of life that you need a mirror to find and reflect these beauties. It is difficult for a person with a material outlook on life to comprehend himself, although it is even difficult to understand a particle, to distinguish the beautiful from the ugly, dirty and so on. An artist, on the other hand, is a person who possesses such a soul, who is able not only to perceive the ideal from life, but also to reflect it with a clear, understandable hint for everyone. These hints are particles from nature, selected and flattened into the idea that the creator asked. It is clear, understandable, capable of leaving the very impression that the poet felt from the life that gave him this idea.

I have never been able to do well in school. I have always been among the last in the class. I felt that the teachers did not sympathize with me, and that my father thought I was stupid, and I decided that I must be stupid.

And I returned home with a deuce!

What a first class he is!