Last summer I was visiting my grandmother at the dacha and a very interesting incident happened there. This is a wonderful place, far from the bustle of the city. Everything here is mesmerizing - lush greenery, thickets of juicy and ripe raspberries, and lush fruit trees, the branches of which are very fun to climb to pick a juicy ripe apple or a fragrant pear.

However, in the evenings we began to notice a very strange noise coming from a nearby abandoned area, densely overgrown with bushes. It seemed as if a huge and terrible beast lived there. One day the adults went away for a while, leaving my younger sister and me at the dacha. My grandmother asked me to look after my sister and not go outside the area. But we were terribly scared when we again heard noise behind the chain-link fence of the abandoned site. It was accompanied by the crunch of branches and the rustling of last year's leaves. I decided to show courage and, rushing into the barn, grabbed the first thing that came to hand - a large shovel. My little sister also decided to take part in a “bloody struggle” with an unknown creature. She rushed for her toy sand scoop.

With such terrifying “weapons” we froze at the gate, waiting for the appearance of a terrible monster. Our surprise knew no bounds when a cute tiny hedgehog with a funny black nose and beady eyes crawled out from under the net and right towards us. He puffed and stomped busily, creating that same rustling and crunching noise that had frightened us so much for several days in a row. At the same moment, adults appeared, catching us with all our “armor.”

This funny incident greatly amused all the adults, and my sister and I were a little ashamed of our ridiculous fear. Since then we have known that adult hedgehogs and even small hedgehogs can make a lot of noise.

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I'll tell you a funny incident that happened...

I'll tell you a funny incident that happened to me many years ago.
I had a friend - Kostya “Virus”, a person about whom you can write a separate story, but that will come later, if there is time.
So, this “Virus” worked at one of the breweries in the bottling shop on the night shift, and invited me and my friend, once again, to a night beer tasting, of course, unauthorized by management. We, of course, loved beer and therefore could not refuse such a tempting offer.
My friend, Valerka “Travkin”, decided to involve his uncle Kolya in this event, who also loved beer, especially for free. We agreed that “Travkin” would meet his uncle and would come with him to the metro station at the appointed hour.
The hour "X" has come. I’m standing below, at the platform, waiting for beer connoisseurs and looking at my watch... time is running out, it’s late and the metro is about to close. I’m already starting to worry, since the prospect of climbing through the fence into a guarded facility alone is not very encouraging. The clock is ticking, my friends are still gone.
Another train arrives. I don’t see any painfully familiar faces among the exiting passengers.
I approached a metro worker: “Please tell me, was this not the last train by any chance?”
“The last one, there won’t be any more today!” - the answer leaves me all... in trouble.
There were no traces of cell phones back then; there is no way to find out the reason for the absence of “these motherfuckers.”
I go upstairs, flattering myself with the hope that they arrived by land and are waiting for me at the top... fuck it, it’s empty - oh, let them be empty... I’ll have to go alone.
Of course, there is no money for a taxi, the metro is closed, I walk towards the fence I know from a previous hike, gather my courage, silently say hello to all my friends, climb over and find myself in the territory. And it’s dark, there are rails and cars all around, I sneak among them, I try not to catch the eye of the guards - they won’t praise me if they see me, I go up to the treasured window, it’s open, and in a whisper I shout: “Kostya!.. Virus!” A head sticks out of the window, but clearly not the “Virus”...
- What do you want?
- I would like Kostya...
“He’s gone,” and the head moved back.
In bl$... Apparently the Virus missed work, “Travkina” warned him, that’s why he didn’t come, there are no cell phones, they didn’t inform me, what am I going to do now? Hide on the territory from the guards until the morning? So anyway, sooner or later they will catch it, and in the morning it will become even more light. Back to the fence? So on that side there is a tree to climb, but on this side you just need to plant it, and then pull the person planted from above by the hands, the fence is high. Yeah, the situation, motherfucker.
Nothing to do. I'm going all-in. Hands into my trousers, I go out into the open space, and at full height, whistling the Kalinka, I walk towards the central entrance. I saw a security guard coming, he saw me and even stopped because of such impudence... I went to him.
- Tell me, where is your exit?
- What are you doing here? How did you get here?
“It’s a long story, take me to the exit, and I’ll tell you on the way,” and I begin to tell a tale I made up on the fly. I was invited to visit, but they didn’t meet me at the metro, the metro was closed, I began to look for the house from memory, the Caucasians picked on me (they didn’t like my appearance, I had a mohawk, a biker jacket and ripped jeans), they wanted to beat me up, while running away, I jumped over the fence where I got , I don’t know, now I’m looking for a way out. It seems plausible...
The guard took me to the closet of the head of security, where I repeated this tale to him in detail. Strangely enough, they believed me; the main factor of trust was the fact that I, without hiding, went to the guard myself. Having written down my data, naturally dictated by me from the fool, I was taken to the gate and released.
And what? Where to now? I’m scratching a turnip, I’m thinking... walking home, you can still have a lot of adventures, these are troubled times, and I still have the same view, they’ll get you into the police station...
I see there are two dotted houses, next to a pond, I go into the front door - okay, I think I’ll hang out in the front door until the morning, and in the morning on municipal transport home... and in the evening, to a pre-thought-out place, in the nose of “Travkin”, for not coming and didn’t warn... Just kidding, of course)))
I climb up to the top floor, sit down on the floor in a corner, even though it’s August, it’s already cool outside... I slowly dozed off, I even had some dreams...
I wake up to someone tugging my leg, I open my eyes and almost jump out of fright - a homeless man is standing and tugging at my shoe, apparently he thought that the drunk was sleeping and wanted to profit from the shoes. I scared him away, he left, and I couldn’t sleep in either eye - well, he didn’t hit me on the head for the greater likelihood of my insensitive state... ugh, the front door disappears... they’ll still beat me to hell... I went out into the street, I looked, there was a tree standing right on shore of the pond, spreading branches, foliage. I climbed onto it instantly, settled down, looked at the other side, listened to how the dispatchers were talking on the broadcast, adjusting the work of the sorters, a train was arriving on some route, such and such a car should be driven to such and such a place, some Ekaterina should go get a set of pasta and canned food... I'm eager to smoke, I have two cigarettes and one match in my pocket, that's an ambush... I'll wait until I can't stand the nicotine at all. Unbeknownst to myself, I dozed off again... In my sleep, I heard the front door creaking in the front door, and a few seconds later, I heard a dog barking... nasty, like the barking of little empty nesters. I look down, a little dog is jumping, barking at me in the branches.
“Stop barking, now you’ll wake up the whole house,” I hear a young female voice.
- She's the one barking at me.
- Oh, who is this?
- It's me, sleeping here.
- Well, show yourself.
I get down, or rather jump off. A girl is standing, wrapping herself in a robe. The little dog sniffed me and calmed down, raised my leg up the tree.
- What did you do there?
I told her the story that I told the guards. She was amused. We stand and talk about nothing. Then the front door creaked. A man runs out and comes to us. “Why are you sharpening your lasses here, you pest?” Grab the dog and hit the ground with all your might. The little dog, squealing and screaming, rushed into the reeds.
- Dad, are you completely stunned? - and for the dog. The crazy dad flashed his eyes at me and followed the girl. And I'm on a tree. He's a big guy, and now he treats me like a dog. I’m sitting in a tree, I hear my dad’s swearing, the howling of a dog and the screams of a girl moving away in the reeds.
Little time has passed. I hear an empty-headed girl rubbing herself near the tree. I jump off. I take her in my arms. She's shaking all over, trying to lick my cheek. Father and daughter appear.
- Hold on, she came running to me herself.
The girl grabbed this shaking small fry in her arms and headed towards the house. Dad looked at me one more time for a second and also left. And I'm back on the tree.
I’m sitting, smoking a cigarette, realizing that the morning is far away, and I’ll have to light a second one, I might be able to fall asleep, but my legs are numb, and it won’t take long to fall out of a tree in my sleep.
The door creaked again. I heard a whisper: “Hey, Tarzan, here you are...” and ran away. Through the leaves I see something turning white on the ground. I jump down for the umpteenth time that night and see a piece of paper, several cigarettes and a box of matches. On the piece of paper is your phone number and name. I liked it, apparently. The girl seems okay...
So I lived with cigarettes until the morning. The first trolleybuses arrived. At home I slept off and called Travkin...
“Where are you, majahid xrenov (this is addressed to me) wandering around, we had such a great time at Virus.”
It turns out that the train was the second to last one, and “Virus” was at work, only his head stuck out, and that’s why he lied in a confrontation with him.
I told about my adventures, they laughed...
And I lost that girl’s phone number, this romance never took place, although maybe it was for the best... what a dad she has)))

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As a child, I was restless and caused my parents a lot of trouble. Recently, my mother and I recalled interesting incidents from my childhood. Here are some funny episodes:

One day, while walking in kindergarten, my friend and I came up with the idea of ​​whether we should quietly go home and watch cartoons, because it was so boring in kindergarten. And so she and I sneaked unnoticed to the exit; to our joy, the gate was not closed. And finally - freedom!!! We felt like adults and were truly happy. We knew the way home perfectly, since it was located three blocks from the kindergarten. We had almost reached the house, when suddenly our neighbor, Uncle Misha, who was going to the bakery, blocked our way. He asked us where we were going and why we were alone, turned us around and led us back to the kindergarten. This is how our first independent trip ended sadly for us, because we didn’t manage to watch cartoons that day, because... we were punished.

And this story happened to me when I was taken to my grandmother for the summer, I was a little over 3 years old. I played in the house with toys while my grandmother was busy in the garden, and then, tired, I crawled under my grandmother’s bed and fell asleep safely there. My grandmother came into the house and began looking for me, first in the house, then in the yard, then all the neighboring children were raised to help, who explored the surrounding areas. They searched behind the garden, near the river and even in the well... More than two hours passed, and adults already joined the search. What was going on in my grandmother’s head then, only God knows. But then, to everyone’s amazement, I appear on the threshold of the house, yawning and sleepily rubbing my eyes. Later, my grandmother and I often recalled this incident, but with a smile.

And another case when I was already going to school. I was 7-8 years old then. I must say that I really loved tinkering with my mother’s box of beads, trying on her high-heeled shoes and various beautiful blouses, but most of all I was partial to my mother’s cosmetic bag. And so, once again, I decided to conduct an audit in my mother’s cosmetic bag and discovered a bottle of new perfume (as I later found out, my dad got this French perfume “Klima” with great difficulty, like everything in short supply at that time, and gave it to my mother for birthday). Naturally, I decided to open them right away. But it was not so easy to open them, I tried my best and finally opened them, but at the same time the bottle slipped out of my hands, fell first on the sofa, then rolled onto the carpet. Naturally, there was almost nothing left in the bottle. Mom was very upset then, and a wonderful aroma of perfume hung in the house for a long time.

I conducted a small survey among my friends on the topic of children's pranks and almost everyone had 2-3 interesting stories. A friend told me that she decided to cut flowers out of her mother’s new dress and make an appliqué out of them for a labor lesson. The employee shared the story of how she and her brother threw tomatoes at each other, which my mother bought the day before for a wedding, but the most interesting thing is that they threw them in the room , which has recently been renovated. And he talked about the reaction of his mother, who came home from work and saw this art.

Surely you also have funny stories from your childhood, I would be interested to hear them and laugh with you.

Dating is a test

Recently, an interesting incident happened to me. Although it happens to me often, even more than often, not only to me, but to a good half of people, yes, what’s there, I myself deliberately make sure that it happens to me more often. It's simple, this case is called a date.

I liked the young man, but I don’t know him and I can’t be the first to start talking, I’m a girl, that is, an “object,” as some subjects say. Therefore, I act cunningly: I flash before my eyes. Naturally, I don’t just flash, but to the point: either the tea next to him is tastier, or the next table is located in a convenient place, and in general I like to talk about football at the same neighboring table. After talking about football, he simply cannot help but pay attention to me, and it doesn’t matter that I taught for two days what year Spartak was founded and who the goalkeeper is. Easy or simple, but an invitation to a date is already in your pocket. This is where the whole adventure begins.

What do you think is the first thing I do? I look in the mirror and understand what I need: shoes, a dress, it wouldn’t hurt to go to the hairdresser, and in general, I’m kind of pale. In general, there is a whole carload of work, and only one day until goodbye.

I call my favorite hair salon, but all the specialists are busy, and that’s when panic begins. I can’t trust another hairdresser with my head — I can’t go with a head like that — either. The word “please” didn’t help, but the phrase “please, I’m having a wedding” did. Hairdressers are delicate people, they need to know everything about everyone. So I had to come up with a wonderful story about how we met, the ideal character of my future husband and future plans for life. Be that as it may, my head is in order and, in principle, I am satisfied with my husband and my future life.

I'm going to the store. All you need is shoes and a dress. And I, as a person with a limited budget and common sense, understand this, but as a girl with a daddy card and a fiery love of shopping — not really, especially when the shoes are red and the bag is brown. Therefore, because of the shopping bags, I can hardly be seen. Leaving the store, I understand that, to put it mildly, I bought too much, but the receipts were torn and thrown away at the checkout, so there is no turning back. Rubicons have been crossed. Bridges have been burned. Moscow is behind us, and there is nowhere to retreat. Wasn’t: - I’m going to the solarium.. I’m buying for 15 minutes. I see in the mirror, a burnt nose, it’s all because of the Central European skin type. Who knew, who knew...

Let's start with makeup. Even tone, even eyebrows, shadows fit well. And the final touch — the arrows. It didn’t work out: the right one — no matter what, the left one sadly slides onto the cheekbone. We wash off the even tone, even eyebrows, well-placed shadows. We reapply: even tone, even eyebrows, well-placed shadows.

So I’m ready to breathe out, look in the mirror, smile and go.

The date is scheduled for the evening. I have the perfect hairstyle, the perfect makeup, the perfect shoes to match the bag, the perfect dress, with the perfect memorized dialogue in my head. Here I am.

So what do I get? Evening movie session. Movie?! Movie!

Yes, it’s romantic, back rows, a lot of people, darkness and silence.

All my efforts, wasted time, hours of studying his favorite topics were in vain.

The guy of my dreams did not appreciate my efforts. He couldn't. He just didn't see.

One day an instructive incident happened to me, after which I had to draw important conclusions. During the summer holidays, my grandparents decided to go for a walk in the forest. They live in their own house, and not far away a large river flows and there is a green forest. I went with them. We walked along the forest paths for a long time, it was warm, grandmother told interesting stories, and grandfather whistled beautifully. He promised that someday he would teach me to whistle like that. Soon I said that I was tired and my grandmother took a blanket from her traveling bag and laid it on the green grass. We had a picnic.

Soon my grandparents decided to lie down to rest, and I could walk not far from them. I walked along the overgrown path and looked at the trees. I didn't notice how I had moved too far. At first I decided to call for help, but then I remembered what cartoon characters do, and decided to find my way on my own and go back. I began to retrace my steps. Then I realized that I was confused and started crying. Suddenly, I heard my grandfather’s voice and shouted back. It turned out that I had not gone far at all, and our camp was behind two bushes.

After this incident, my grandmother told me that as soon as I realized that I was lost, I should scream and call for help. If I had gone the other way, I could have gone very far and gotten really lost. Now I know that if I lose sight of the adults again, I will stop in place and call them so as not to get even more lost.

Essay 2 option - A memorable incident

I would like to tell you about an incident on the eve of May 9th. One day, a school organizer came into the class and told the students about the idea of ​​visiting all the WWII veterans in our village and helping around the house, doing what the old people asked. We naturally agreed, chose several addresses and shared among ourselves. We ended up with 5 people per 1 veteran.

On the second day, immediately after school, we scattered around the village. The team I was on found a grandmother who lived not far from me. I walked past her yard every day and didn’t know that she was lonely. It seemed like she had a family, because the yard was always clean and tidy. The curtains are always snow-white, a large number of flowers on the windows are constantly blooming, which means there is someone to look after them, the gates, although old, are painted every year before Easter.

I wasn’t the only one who was surprised when an old grandmother who walked with the help of two sticks opened the door for us. Tears appeared in her eyes when we explained why we came, but she let us into the yard and found work for everyone. Two of them cleaned the house, two of them went to plant several buckets of potatoes, and I got to clean the kitchen.

Seeing how she really lived, I was upset, because while we were playing and running around the village, we could occasionally come and help lonely people. The greasy dishes haven’t been washed properly for a long time, because the old lady’s hands are not at all the same, the floor is dirty from the dirt caused by the rain the day before yesterday, towels that can’t be washed, but only thrown away, and much more. It turned out that only a social worker helps her, who comes 2 times a week and also brings groceries from the store.

We completed all the work in just two hours, then we sat for a long time and listened to stories about the war and the life of Tamara Fedorovna. They separated when it began to get dark. After this hike, my friend and I began to visit this grandmother every Saturday and help her as much as we could. Unfortunately, she did not live long enough to see the next May 9th, but we did not stop doing a good deed and took under our care an old man living on a nearby street.
This is how one incident, one day completely changed our outlook on life and attitude towards older people.

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