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Not many, nevertheless, given,
To own minds and hearts,
That we did not look out the window,
And you want to listen to yourself.
Sometimes falls lesson
Not punishment, but a reward
And an unexpected call -
No relief and disappointment.
Lessons boring series;
Like everything in this world is not new,
So rush, sometimes,
Living, quivering word.
Enchant and burn,
Not new, but good light,
You captivity and lead,
There, where there are all the answers:
In the magical world of open books,
In a country of discoveries and mysteries;
And it will be a moment of understanding,
As a way of knowledge is not smooth.
Long and thorny this path.
It is not for hypocrisy and laziness
But rising - do not forget
The one who built the stage.
Do not teach or teacher,
Soul possessed, without a doubt.
Teacher. Togo, who was able,
Give yourself without regret.
Holy word in simplicity
It is recorded in the "Tablet".
To call Christ the Teacher
Pupils are not encouraged.
The cruelty of youth, at times,
The uncompromising harsh;
And life seems to us a game,
In his company's yard.
We can willed hearts,
Or careless ruthlessness,
Thorns decketh,
And ascend to the top of the eternal.
Fate, as a skilled blacksmith,
Do not repeat in detail
We have matured, finally,
Quite another steel.
And understanding one
Comes the hard way,
Teachers - fully,
Teachers are not so many.
Author Vladimir Komarov
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They come to school first-graders,
Here they are told them to build.
Leads to study their every move.
Thank you, teacher!
We are older, wiser
And a fraction by a fraction in mind sharing,
Delighted to have achieved the goal.
Thank you, teacher!
And if the reluctance to learn,
They know how to inspire
Relatives of our teachers.
Thank you, teacher.
After school, certificates
For the first time on his hands taking,
We see the results of their studies -
Thank you, teacher!
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