A lesson is always a challenge, a small battle between knowledge and ignorance. The fear of answering is familiar to every schoolchild, as the eyes of classmates and the teacher are on you. But it's precisely at this moment that confidence is born, when words flow into coherent speech and thoughts take shape. These poems are about those moments when you need to gather your courage and share what you know, about excitement, hope, and the small victories found on the school desk.<\/p>\n
\nMy chest pounds, as if at war, and my thoughts are jumbled. My gaze searches for help, but only one hope remains\u2014I value myself now. My breathing is ragged, my heart beats in rhythm, and my words suddenly become stuck in my throat. But then the teacher nodded, like a sign, and I responded, my fear forgotten.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nForgotten paragraph<\/h2>\n
\nThe notebook's lines are like a labyrinth, But in my head - only emptiness and darkness. I forgot the necessary paragraph in an instant, And I feel the color rise. I try to remember, clinging to the words, But it's as if my memory was suddenly turned off. And now the question, like a sentence, ash, On the tongue, and in the heart - a heavy sound. But suddenly, like a glimmer, the thought came to me, And I answered, though not completely. The teacher smiled, and my soul Breathed a sigh of relief in the silence.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nA quiet whisper of a hint<\/h2>\n
\nIn a row of seats, as if in the semi-darkness, Someone's whisper reached my ear. Hope timidly flared within me, And fear lost some of its strength. I repeated the words, like an echo of the day, And the teacher's gaze caught mine. But this time the answer came, beckoning, To knowledge, to truth, to the very depths. And although the hint was a small deception, It helped me stand firm. And in that moment, like an ocean, I was able to hold on to my doubts. But I know that honest work is important, And knowledge is my true shield. A hint is only an accidental, weak guard, But intelligence and hard work are the true, clear vision.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nA look out the window<\/h2>\n
\nAt my cramped desk, in the half-light of the day, My gaze wanders beyond the window into the distance. There, clouds float, beckoning, calling, And thoughts fly away like ships. The teacher asks, and I remain silent, Captive to dreams, in a world of my own fantasies. And suddenly, a question to me, like a ray of light, Breaks through the fog of empty peaks. I answer, as if by chance, And the words flow like a stream in spring. And in that moment, as if by chance, I realize that I am not alone.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nPoems by heart<\/h2>\n
\nWhen poetry is memorized, fear melts away like melting snow. And in that moment, as if light, words fly, demanding no reproach. I speak, and feel the flight, and rhymes dance in the air around me. And in that moment, as if calling, poetry, my faithful, long-time friend. And although not everything is immediately clear to me, the beauty of the poems captivates me. And in that moment, as if in a dream, I feel the world around me burning.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nHistory lesson<\/h2>\n
\nThe textbook contains pages from years past, heroes, battles, glory and sorrow. And now a question, like a challenge, like a light, makes me recall a long-ago veil. I speak of the times of kings, of heroic deeds, of courage and honor. And in this moment, as if people, I see before me, as in an ancient message. And although history is a complex science, it conceals wisdom and a lesson. And in this moment, as if visible, the road to the future, like a luminous stream.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMathematicians in captivity<\/h2>\n
\nNumbers and symbols, formulas and sequences, Mathematics is a complex science. And then a question, like an alarm, makes me think, straining my lips. I solve the problem, step by step, And in my head - only logic and calculation. And in this moment, as if an enemy, It seems to me that time is not waiting. But here is the answer, like a reward, And joy suddenly fills the heart. And in this moment, as if a coolness, Relieves the tension and the circle.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe mysteries of chemistry<\/h2>\n
\nFlasks and test tubes, reagents and gas, Chemistry \u2013 the science of witchcraft. And now the question, like an atlas, has revealed its rights before me. I speak of the properties of substances, of bonds, of molecules and atoms. And in that moment, it seems as if the ordinary world, familiar to us until then, has disappeared. And although chemistry is a complex science, it conceals beauty and light. And in that moment, it seems as if the mystery of the universe, like an eternal secret, is visible.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe Call of Geography<\/h2>\n
\nMaps and compasses, mountains and seas, Geography \u2013 the science of wanderings and wonders. And now a question, like dawn, brings to mind distant skies. I speak of climate and relief, of the flora and fauna of different countries. And in this moment, as if in ephemera, I see the world, as if in a dream. And although geography is a vast science, within it lies wisdom and peace. And in this moment, as if peaceful, the Earth appears like a home.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nBiology lesson<\/h2>\n
\nCells and tissues, organs and life, biology \u2013 the science of life. And now a question, as if on a whim, made me remember a world so familiar. I speak of plants and animals, of food chains and ecosystems. And in this moment, as if in a different light, I see the world in its wondrous patterns. And although biology is a complex science, within it lies harmony and order. And in this moment, as if visible, the unity of life, like an eternal garment.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe world of literature<\/h2>\n
\nBooks and authors, lines and plots, Literature is the art of words. And now a question, like dawn, Made me remember a world where the mind rules. I speak of heroes and destinies, Of people's feelings and experiences. And in this moment, as if in waves, I see the world, in its beautiful shadows. And although literature is a precise science, But within it lies depth and passion. And in this moment, as if visible, The truth of life, like eternal power.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nA teacher's view<\/h2>\n
\nThe teacher's gaze, wise and direct, seems to see right through my soul. And in that moment, as if he were speaking to me, he speaks without demanding anything. I respond, trying not to tremble, and feel support and warmth. And in that moment, as if breathing, becomes easy and good.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nSilence in the classroom<\/h2>\n
\nThe classroom is silent, only the beating of my heart can be heard, awaiting words. And in that moment, it's as if the whole world around me is silent, and there are no other worlds. I answer, and my voice trembles, but in the silence it suddenly sounds louder. And in that moment, it's as if my soul is flying, freed from torment.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nA call will save you<\/h2>\n
\nIn the distance, like a harbinger of change, a bell rings, saving from torment and misery. And in that moment, as if in return, I receive the long-awaited light. I answer, and time melts away in an instant, and now the end is here, and I can breathe. And in that moment, as if I have grasped knowledge, I can now take a step.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\nAnd so, this modest collection is finished, born from memories of school years, of fear and joy, of the search for truth and of small victories over oneself.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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