I am sure that my daughter is extremely lucky in life, and one of the main manifestations of such luck is an opportunity to have the best grandmother in the world, my mom. Only our grandmother will be able to teach a child to everything that his unpleasant mother-echidna has a very vague and extremely blurry performance.
Grandmother with such tenderness and care belongs to all flowers and blades, as if they are living creatures. Together with her granddaughter, she spreads on numerous and immense gaze of a huge apartment. Walking plants with completely non-prosecable names like Pakhistakhis and Clerodendrum, adorning the house with multi-colored fluffy floral hats.
In the manor, the grandmother's and grandchildren of the flower beds and Rabatki are the facility of the indispensable loving of local florists, and the parisader near our house has long turned into a favorite place of posing in front of cameras for all neighbors and just passersby. "But I can take pictures of your dolphiniums and lilies, as near your?"
Grandmother knows how to hit luxurious blankets and covered from multi-colored bright flasks, make up compositions of dried leaves and flowers, stitching and cross, make faceless rags, and the most ordinary secular dolls with amazingly open and good faces.
In anticipation of the New Year holiday, grandchildren with granddaughter sew a pink dragon with pearl-gray beads on the sides and a snow-white lace crest in the whole back, mastering a Christmas tree from real candies and develop a pattern for a festive tanning kangaroo, which actually dreams of becoming a snow maiden. "Granny, and let's a salary of the dragon in full size - this is my mother will be reel!"
Grandmother makes the most tasty chocolate sausage with nuts on its branded recipe and in the language potato casserole with champignons and shrimps under a crispy grilled crust. For a couple with a young assistant, she is a bake of flyer and juicy with cabbage and cottage cheese from the freezing dough, which calls a word that are not in any dictionary of the living Great Russian language.
"So my grandmother-deception Evgenia Pavlovna said - ribous. How do I know - why? " I am with a smile to imagine how on the thifth of the twenty-first century my right-great-grandfather will also have a furnace for his family ribbing pies according to an old family tradition.
Grandma, worked out almost fifty years at school, has such a number of grateful fans and enthusiastic admirers of their mathematical and pedagogical talent, which is not one people's artist. Her granddaughter is very proud of grandmother's popularity and popular love, it is important to help take a high-ranking family of flowers and sweets from a grateful public as a personal secretary and referent.
In August, on the day of grandmother's birthday, her granddaughter gladly puts bouquets not only on all overlap in the house of Vasam, but also by the rest of the solid-caliber and multi-colored container, including the sacred blue enameled bucket in which I cook the chore.
Grandma is the most reliable grandchildren confessor and piggy bank of important children's secrets. The lady conservative and skeptical, I usually laughed over all sorts of predictions and horoscopes, until an unfamiliar astrology made a horoscope for our grandmother of her granddaughter, in which women's family ties and relationships were spelled out so true as if the master star was a long-standing and loyal friend. of our house.
On this horoscope, the most touching place in the soul of the child is in the house of love - his dubious mother was given, your submissive servant. But the house of friends was busy with the best, tested and devoted girlfriend - grandmother.
What luck is that my baby is not only a daughter of his peculiar parents, but also the granddaughter of a unique grandmother! And let such a distribution of roles last in our family as long as possible.
Option 1
I have a grandmother, her name is Maria Petrovna, but everyone calls her Marius. She has been 80 years old, I have the best. My grandmother is a very cheerful and kind person. She is low height, she has short hair, a little gray in temples, and so black and thick. In her youth she had a chic long braid, she still keeps her in his chest. She wears a scarlet, she has a lot of them, different colors and shades. My granny has very beautiful eyes. They can change color: sometimes they are blue, and sometimes green. She likes to wear dresses and skirts, never seen her in his pants. Her closet is full of different things, she was fashionable at one time. I like to dig in her things and try outfit. Most of all, I love her greater purple sweater. It is very warm, soft and smells a grandmother. When it is cold, I pressed to my grandmother and warm. Babushkin is kindness, understanding and caressing will warm at any time. Granny little lame, because of what goes like a duck, it is very cute and funny.
She bakes the most delicious pies and cooks the most delicious cocoa. Every Sunday, we are with a grandmother, she teaches me to handle the test, cook a delicious stuffing, she often says: "Learn to cook, you will feed my husband." It sounds a little ridiculous, but I sometimes imagine that someday I will prepare goodies for your loved ones. My grandmother loves sweets very much, she always has candy in his pocket. When she meets someone from children, always treats them. For this, she is very loved by children.
I love my grandmother very much. It is always fun and interesting with her. She has a good sense of humor, she often jokes and tells funny stories from his life. It is so interesting to listen to how they lived before, how they were entertained than they were doing. And when I was small, she told me a fairy tale of her own essay. It seemed to me that I was the hero of these fairy tales, and the invented characters live people. Until now, these stories remain magical and unique. Grandma has a loud voice and it happens that she even screams. As my dad says: "Do not feed bread, but let me shout," because she does not notice when he raises the voice.
Granny - my best friend from childhood. I did not go to kindergarten, and spent the time of home with my grandmother. She taught me to write and read on the old battered alphabet. It was the best book, there were many colorful pictures and interesting exercises, and Mom checked my exercises when came from work.
I really love my grandmother and really want it to always be there, and so that her good smile warmed me as long as possible.
Option 2.
My grandmother. It is always so warm, affectionate and caring. In the checkered apron, preparing pancakes by the stove, diligently throws my braid, networking on what has already completely forgotten how it is done. She puts flowers under the window and pours milk by yard kittens. Crying from joy when we bring bouquets to her, and sleeps in an embrace with your cat Murka.
But the grandmother is tearing as if she is not at all sixty, but ten years, runs with my younger brother Timur in the playground. Spins him on the carousels and rolls off the slide. Then they rushed in the yard, catching up each other. Other children joined the game. The grandmother has already completely soaked, tired and sat down on a bench, but a smile still does not come down with her face, and in the view there is a burdock.
My grandmother does not like to sit at home and bored. It is actively engaged in creativity, visiting all sorts of circles for pensioners. She swims in the pool, goes to exhibitions and in theaters, goes outside the city and drives us with a brother on excursions.
When the grandmother is going to go somewhere, it dresses for a long time in front of the mirror. Handkerchiefs, long colorful skirts and shapeless dresses are not at all about her. At the site, she walks in dies and jeans, and for evening exits, stylish dresses and trouser suits.
We all love our grandmother and often come to visit her. And she comes to us several times a week to help mom. Grandma says that communication with grandchildren makes her happy, and I believe her. She sincerely loves us with his brother, and we love her. And you do not get tired to repeat it at each of our meetings.
There are people in the life of every person who have a tremendous impact on his development in childhood. Of course, they can be attributed to the older generation: the parents of our dads and mothers. Grandma in many families, especially in the summer time (and not only), performs a major educational role. If it lives in the village, then the kids are brought there to relax and feel up, drink a pair of rural milk, eat natural cottage cheese for breakfast and necessarily grandmother pieces, such lush and very tasty: with fruits or berries. And if the grandmother lives together with his family, she is entrusted to her the role of care for the baby in the absence of parents, with whom she is happy and with all thoroughness copes. In general, the home essay about the grandmother write is not so difficult to almost any child in the younger and middle school, using the help of your moms and dads. For example, on the topic: how good that there is my grandmother in the world! Or describe your summer in the village of her in a small cozy house.
Where to begin?
The writing about the grandmother can be started with the description of its appearance. What is her good face, what soft and labor hands, nose, forehead, hair and so on. What usually she dresses, what kind of gait and speech. Then a brief essay about the grandmother continue to describe her habits and what she most likely likes to do. You can finish the story about why every child likes to spend the summer in the village.
Brief essay about grandmother. Example 1.
I and my sisters have a favorite grandmother. Her name is Baba Nastya. Although, of course, they are called Anastasia Ivanovna, and in a simple way, so we call her grandchildren. It is not very high, a little bit burned from the years, but still cheat and very fun. Intrusted, but not fat. Oddly enough, but she has a rather thin waist, as Baba Nastya in his youth engaged in folk dances and sang.
She has everything in small and large wrinkles, because our grandmother has been many-many years. The nose straight and forehead is high, it is immediately clear that she is a big clever, and was very charming in his youth. Once she showed us her old photos, where immediately after the war filmed with girlfriends - well, very beautiful. Yes, and now Baba Nastya looks better than many old people in the village, where we came for the summer. But her hair completely thinned and became gray-white. She hides them all the time under the boiler, so neat and well-groomed.
Grandma never happens with us strict. She indulges us, his grandchildren: buys candies, brings milk (she and the cow of the Duska has, which Baba Nastya is drove every day). And when Mom leaves to the city to work, the grandmother is stacked to sleep and tells the magic fairy tales, every time - a new one, from which so good and firmly sleep: Sweet dreams!
Example 2.
A brief essay on the topic "My grandmother" can be written and a little different.
Our grandmother lives with me, mom and dad in our big urban apartment. Call her lip. Previously, she had a house in the village, but then she became difficult to work on the housework, and he had to sell it. Since then, grandmother has moved to us. But did not cease to go out, and every day prepares something delicious.
Lovely loves our grandmother baking patties. They have a lush, soft, with different stuffing: cottage cheese, meat, potatoes. With jam from apricots - my favorite. It seems that I could eat them a whole plate! Especially tasty with cocoa in the morning, but even in the evening with tea is good. And the grandmother Lyuba does not get tired for all days to bother so that our entire family is full and healthy.
And the grandmother is cleaned every day in the apartment, and everything glitters cleanliness. Of course, she also teaches me to clean in her room, only we still do not really work. All the same way somewhere rolls something. But the grandmother is not angry, but only looks carefully and makes a remark.
Example 3. "Letter to Grandma" (an essay on a given topic)
If the topic is such, then you can start with the description of urban life. As we live, we go to school, and which assessments for which subjects received recently. You can congratulate your grandmother with the upcoming holidays, promise in a letter that we will definitely come to her to spend.
Over the years of your life, I learned a lot, learned a lot and felt a lot. From the first minutes of life, I felt the love of my parents, their care and affection. Touching their gentle arms, seeing a person, which, no matter what time, radiated happiness and warmth, I understood what value these people have in my life. I understood that this is the most native and close, what I have ...
Essay of Yanisian Yana, 8a.
No one, perhaps, there are no grandparents like me.
They live in the city of Tobolsk. Whenever I come to them, grandparents are always in business. Grandma loves his garden very much, she has perfect order there. And her strawberries - just sodium! She prepares very tasty, and her knitted things always make an eye ...
Essay of curtains Mary Eduardovna, 1 "g" class.
Hello, I am the first grader Masha. I love my grandmother and my grandfather. My grandmother is called Svetlana Mikhailovna, and Grandfather Otto Oscarovich. My granny is 68 years old, and grandfather is 72 years old. They are pensioners, so they always have time for games and walks with me.
My grandfather first finished the nautical school and walked on a ship at the ship, and when the oil field was opened in the north, Grandfather moved to Nizhnevartovsk and developed devices for finding and researching oil ...
Essay of Sharp Ksenia Evgenievna, 3 "d" class
I would like to tell about my grandmother, or rather Prababuska, Tatarkina Valentina Fedotne. My beloved Baba Valya lives in the village of Golyzhamanovo, so I have no opportunity to see it often with her, but every summer I will definitely come to visit her. Baba Vali has a small cottage where we are with her and rest ...
The writing of Chalilov Danil, 5V class.
"Dear my grandfath and granny, I adore them!" - So I talk to them every time on the phone. And it is true. They are very funny and good - grandfather and grandparents. Grandpa is a fisherman and a passionate photographer, so in Their house has a lot of photos, and there is not only me or mom with dad, but they and her grandmother, when they were still young - and in a hike in the forest, and on the beach at the Black Sea, and on a festive demonstration: such young, beautiful And with smiles ...
Writing Melnikova Tatiana Vladimirovna, 2 "A" class.
I want to tell you about my grandfather.
My grandfather Pavel Ivanovich Melnikov was born in St. Petersburg in 1908. In early childhood, he was left without parents and brought up from four years in the royal shelter Sela Gatchina near St. Petersburg ...
Essay Elizabeth Scherba, 6 A class.
Childhood is like a insufficient mosaic, it has light colors in it, and dark.
Although childhood lasts so little time, I believe that this is the main moment in the life of a person. Childhood is your own fairy tale of every person. In childhood, people believe in magic, in Santa Claus and Snow Maiden, believe that there is only good and it always wins evil. Childhood is a small country of happiness. Childhood people always remember and never forget, and the major role in childhood is played by the family, love of relatives and loved ones ...
Overets of Nastya, 3A class
I have a grandmother, her name is Valentina Dmitrievna.
She is beautiful, hardworking, good and will not leave anyone in trouble.
With my grandmother I love to walk very much. We were with her in the theater, on the embankment, in the winter - in the ice town, and in the summer - in the city garden on the carousels and other attractions.
Writing Lyudmila Shimanova, Grade 6
All of you familiar with the name of another Yuri Alekseevich - Gagarin. I want to introduce you to his squeak, another person outstanding for me - my grandfather Yuri Alekseevich Nikhayev, deserved oil and gas industry in Russia. You can read about his glorious professional achievements in the book "Tyumengazmehanization. History. Events. People"...
Compose Nigmatullina Eldar Khalimovich, 5 "in" class.
I treat myself to the category of happy people, as from the moment of my birth, grandfather and grandmother take direct part in my life. Sometimes I consider my photos of infant age and celebrate, with what gentle and love to me are grandpa with a grandparents ...
Composition of Konstantinova Lisa, 4a.
Somehow for a long time, when I went to the first class, heard a story from my grandfather about how the first-graders of 1950, to which my grandfather, Konstantinov Oleg Polikarpovich, was, the elderly teacher asked to tell about his grandfathers and fathers ...
Writing Ilya Kasko, 4a class.
My grandfather and grandmother were born in heavy post-war. It was then difficult for people in our country. The childhood of his grandfather was held in the south: in the village of Zaporizhzhya region, the childhood of the grandmother - in the north: in the Berezovsky district of the Tyumen region. Grandfather and grandmother met and got married when Grandfather - a young graduate of a flying school - distributed to work in Berezovo ...
Writing Karabulatov Misha, 5b class.
I had only one grandmother, her name is Karabulata (Fedun) Vera Feodoevna.
I love and respect my grandmother, because she is a real wisdom store.
And to understand it, although it would know a little about her life. My grandmother was born in Ukraine, in a beautiful village with a romantic name coastal.
Writing Katya Ilyazhenko, 2 "a" class.
Somewhere under the ear, the alarm phone sounds, and I don't want to wake up. Sleepy brain slowly recalls that today is Saturday, which means you do not need to go to school. Suspension of the eye suggests your left hand, how to turn off the phone. Everything ... can be further sleep, but not sleep - it wakes me up such a familiar and delicious aroma of pancakes, which, as a snake flows out of the kitchen in the room. In the kitchen I hear the steps of the grandmother ...
Essay Drozdov Daniel, 2 "A" class
Somehow once, when I stayed at my grandparents in the village, I came across the letters of my mom, addressed to her grandparents, I became so interesting to me, and I asked her grandmother to read them when she read me these letters, then she In front of the tears wounded. Letters were big and very interesting, as if grandmother read the story. I have never written to my grandparents and grandparents, because we are calling on the phone, and some grandpa with grandfather live next to us in our city of Tyumen. And then I decided to write a letter to another my favorite grandmother and grandfather in the village, where I am on vacation, even though I talk to them often by phone, I decided to write how my mother did it before for her grandmother, when it was also small .. .
