A story about a favorite thing in path. Competition: "The history of one thing

We are surrounded by many things, without which we simply cannot imagine our life, they are so "for granted" for us. It's hard to believe that once there were no matches, pillows or forks for food. But all these items have come a long way of modifications to get to us in the form in which we know them.

We have already told. And now we offer to learn the complex history of such simple things as matches, a pillow, a fork, perfume.

Let there be fire!

In fact, the match is not such an ancient invention. As a result of various discoveries in the field of chemistry in the late 18th and early 19th centuries, objects resembling a modern match were simultaneously invented in many countries around the world. It was first created by the chemist Jean Chancel in 1805 in France. On a wooden stick, he attached a ball of sulfur, berthollet salt and cinnabar. With a sharp friction of such a mixture with sulfuric acid, a spark arose that set fire to a wooden shelf - much longer than that of modern matches.

Eight years later, the first manufactory was opened, aimed at the mass production of match products. By the way, then this product was called "sulphurous" because of the main material used for its manufacture.

At this time in England, the pharmacist John Walker was experimenting with chemical matches. He made their heads from a mixture of antimony sulfide, bartolet salt and gum arabic. When such a head was rubbed against a rough surface, it quickly flared up. But such matches were not very popular with buyers because of the terrible smell and the huge size of 91 centimeters. They were sold in wooden boxes of 100 and were later replaced by smaller matches.

Various inventors have tried to create their own version of the popular incendiary item. One 19-year-old chemist even made phosphorus matches that were so flammable that they ignited on their own in the box due to friction against each other.

The essence of the young chemist's experiment with phosphorus was correct, but he made a mistake with the proportion and consistency. The Swedish Johan Lundström in 1855 created a mixture of red phosphorus for the head of a match and used the same phosphorus for incendiary sandpaper. Lundstrem's matches did not ignite on their own and were completely safe for human health. It is this type of matches that we use now, only with a slight modification: phosphorus was excluded from the composition.

In 1876, there were 121 match factories, most of which united into large concerns.

Now factories for the manufacture of matches exist in all countries of the world. In most of them, sulfur and chlorine were replaced by paraffin and chlorine-free oxidizers.

Extra luxury item

The first mention of this cutlery appeared in the 9th century in the East. Before the advent of the fork, people ate food only with a knife, spoon, or ate it with their hands. The aristocratic strata of the population used a pair of knives to absorb non-liquid food: with one they cut food, with the other they transferred it to their mouths.

There is also evidence that the fork actually first appeared in Byzantium in 1072 in the emperor's house. She was made the only one of gold for Princess Mary due to the fact that she did not want to humiliate herself and eat with her hands. The fork had only two cloves to prick food.

In France, until the 16th century, neither a fork nor a spoon was used at all. Only Queen Jeanne had a fork, which she kept from prying eyes in a secret case.

All attempts to introduce this kitchen item into wide use were immediately opposed by the church. Catholic ministers believed that the fork was an unnecessary luxury item. The aristocracy and the royal court who introduced this subject to everyday life, were regarded as blasphemers and accused in connection with the devil.

But despite the resistance, the fork was first widely used precisely in the homeland of the Catholic Church - in Italy in the 17th century. It was an obligatory subject of all aristocrats and merchants. Thanks to the latter, she began a journey throughout Europe. The fork came to England and Germany in the 18th century, to Russia in the 17th century it was brought by False Dmitry 1.

Then the forks had a different number of teeth: five and four.

For a long time, this subject was treated with caution, vile proverbs and stories were composed. At the same time, signs began to be born: if you drop the fork on the floor, then there will be trouble.

Under the ear

Now it is difficult to imagine a house in which there are no pillows, but earlier it was the privilege of only rich people.

During the excavations of the tombs of the pharaohs and the Egyptian nobility, the first pillows in the world were discovered. According to the annals and drawings, the pillow was invented with a single goal - to save complex hairstyle during sleep. In addition, the Egyptians painted on them various symbols, images of the Gods, in order to protect a person from demons at night.

IN Ancient China the production of pillows has become a profitable and expensive business. Ordinary Chinese and Japanese pillows were made of stone, wood, metal or porcelain and given them rectangular shape. The word pillow itself comes from a combination of "under" and "ear".

Woven pillows and mattresses stuffed with soft material first appeared among the Greeks, who spent most of their lives on bed beds. In Greece they were painted, decorated various patterns, turning into an interior item. They were stuffed with animal hair, grass, fluff and bird feathers, and the pillowcase was made of leather or fabric. The pillow could be of any shape and size. Already in the 5th century BC, every rich Greek had a pillow.

But most of all, the pillow enjoys popularity and respect, both in antiquity and today, in the countries of the Arab world. In rich houses, they were decorated with fringe, tassels, embroidery, because it testified to the high status of the owner.

Since the Middle Ages, they began to make small pillows for feet, which helped to keep warm, since in stone castles the floors were made of cold slabs. Due to the same cold, a knee pillow for prayer and a riding pillow were invented to soften the saddle.

In Rus', pillows were given to the groom as part of the bride's dowry, so the girl was obliged to embroider a cover for her on her own. In our country, only rich people could have fluff pillows. The peasants made them for themselves from hay or horsehair.

In the 19th century in Germany, the doctor Otto Steiner, as a result of research, discovered that billions of microorganisms multiply in down pillows, with the slightest penetration of moisture. Because of this, they began to use foam rubber or waterfowl down. Over time, scientists have synthesized an artificial fiber that is indistinguishable from fluff, but comfortable for washing and everyday use.

When the manufacturing boom began in the world, pillows began to be mass-produced. As a result, their price has decreased, and they have become available to absolutely everyone.

EAU DE PARFUM

There is ample evidence of the use of perfumes in ancient Egypt during sacrifices to the Gods. It was here that the art of creating perfumes was born. In addition, even in the Bible there is a mention of the existence of various aromatic oils.

The first perfumer in the world was a woman named Tapputi. She lived in the 10th century BC in Mesopotamia and came up with various fragrances as a result of chemical experiments with flowers and oils. Memories of her are preserved in ancient tablets.

Archaeologists also discovered on the island of Cyprus an ancient workshop with bottles of fragrant water, which are more than 4,000 years old. The containers contained mixtures of herbs, flowers, spices, fruits, resin from coniferous trees and almonds.

In the 9th century, the first "Book of the Chemistry of Spirits and Distillations" was written by an Arabian chemist. It described more than a hundred perfume recipes and many ways to get the scent.

Perfumes came to Europe only in the 14th century from the Islamic world. It was in Hungary in 1370 that they first ventured to make perfumes to the order of the queen. Scented water has become popular across the continent.

This baton was taken over by the Italians during the Renaissance, and the Medici dynasty brought perfume to France, where it was used to hide the smell of an unwashed body.

In the vicinity of Grasse, they began to specially grow varieties of flowers and plants for perfumes, turning it into a whole production. Until now, France is considered the center of the perfume industry.

Everything that surrounds us has a history!

At one of the literary reading lessons, the children were asked to creative task: make up a story about inconspicuous objects in your house or about how things in my house feel about me. Here are the most interesting compositions.

Terentiev Daniel

There were old clocks. They stood in the largest room and in the most prominent place. Every half an hour they sounded the chimes, but no one noticed them.

One day the clock broke. The house became sad and quiet. And everyone immediately noticed how bad it is to live without a watch. Therefore, they were given to the watch workshop. The master repaired them and the clock returned home. Since then, the watch began a new happy story.

Semenova Natalia

In our homes there are a lot of different items and things that benefit us and help us live.

One of the items is a socket. Yes, the most ordinary electrical outlet. This is a source of electricity thanks to which my family and I can watch TV, turn on Appliances, charge your laptop, tablet and phones, which are so necessary in the modern world.

Zakrevskaya Arina

I think that every person has his own favorite thing, which he cherishes, loves. Perhaps this thing is associated with pleasant memories. For someone it is a computer, a bicycle, a doll or a book. One of my favorite things is the bed. She stands in the most secluded corner of my room.

Why do I love her? And how can you not love her! After all, she takes care of me, my rest. Before going to bed, I like to read, and, probably, she listens to me too. She is also friends with my toys who like to sleep in it. I take care of my pet: I keep it clean, I fill it. I think our friendship will last for a long time!

Zhigaryova Valeria

Things in my house treat me well. I love them and they love me. The desk suits me very well. I do homework for him, write, draw. loves me desk lamp. She shines for me so as not to spoil my eyesight. My sofa loves me. It is soft and beautiful. When I sleep on it, I have sweet dreams. I have a good relationship with TV. We are friends with him. And my portfolio loves me too - for the fact that I carry textbooks, notebooks and good grades in it.

Markvart Alexey

I use every day many things that make my life easier, but some things are small and inconspicuous. Cutlery helps me eat, and a table lamp gives light in a dark room. In the morning I have breakfast and my mother brings me tea, but without a kettle it would be difficult. Sometimes I don’t notice the closet, it would seem to be big, but I’m so used to it that I put my things there without thinking about it. In fact, there are many inconspicuous things in our house, but this does not mean that they are useless or of little use - on the contrary, the more inconspicuous things are, the more we need them.

Kotova Love

Things treat me well because I try to keep them clean and tidy. And sometimes my things are hidden from me. This happens when I forget to put them in their place. The bed is my best friend. We have an understanding with her. I fill it, and it gives me magical dreams.

Mitin Maxim

The computer desk does not like me very much, something constantly falls under it: either a pen, a notebook, or a very important piece of paper. And I don’t even want to talk about the closet - either clothes will fall out of it, or you won’t find the right one. The bed loves me very much, I have it good, soft, comfortable and I have wonderful dreams on it. I am also friends with a chest of drawers, because I put things neatly into it.

The chair does not respect me, because I always spin on it. But the sofa loves me very much. I come home from school tired, I lie down on the sofa, and he carefully puts a pillow under my ear. As a person treats his things in the house, so they will respond to him mutually.

Mitin Kirill

I really love my house and the things that are in it. But not all things love me. So there is a mess on the table and in the closet, then the closet is not friends with me. When I put my things together well, in a few days he will be offended by me for something, and all things will become crumpled.

I love the desk, I write and draw too often behind it. The chair does not respect me, I once fell off it. The sofa loves me, it is very comfortable and I have wonderful dreams on it. But the blanket does not like me at all, because I often throw it on the floor.

Alshina Julia, Zubakin Alexey, Kudryavtseva Vera, Ivanovskaya Lilia and other students of the 2nd grade

The presentation is made up of fairy tales about school supplies, invented by students of the 2nd grade of the secondary school No. 425 in Moscow

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The Tale of Pencil and Pen (composed by Vera Kudryavtseva) Once upon a time there were Pencil and Pen. They lived in a pencil case. Every day they went out to work in school notebooks. The Pen will come out - he will pee. Then the Pencil will jump out: it will emphasize what needs to be emphasized, somewhere it will highlight something (the ending or the root, for example). Where the Pen fails, the Pencil comes to the rescue. Where it is difficult for the Pencil - The pen is right there. So they lived - they were friends. Once there was a misfortune with the Pencil: the stylus broke. Bad for the handle alone! She ran to the sharpener. “Help, please, the pencil lead is broken!” asks the Pen. The sharpener helped sharpen the pencil. The stylus shone, the Pencil rejoiced. And the Pen and Pencil began to work even better in notebooks. Thanks Sharpener!

Who is more important? (composed by Melekhov Ilya) They lived - were in Sasha's pencil case: Ruler and Compass. One day they had a fight. Which of them is more important? The compass says: "You can't draw a circle without me!" “And without me, you can’t draw a straight line!” Line screams. Noise, argue. At this time, Sasha came and took the compass. The compass was delighted: “You see, Ruler, the boy chose me! I'm more important!" Sasha drew a circle with a compass and took a ruler. He added segments to the circle and appeared on a piece of paper ... the sun! Then both Compass and Ruler understood that they were equally important for the boy Sasha. Since then, they no longer quarreled.

About school subjects (composed by Julia Alshina) Once upon a time there was an Eraser, Paper and two Pencils. One pencil was Red and the other was Green. Once Red Pencil said to Paper: “Paper, can I draw on you?” The Green Pencil overheard this conversation and also decided to ask the Paper to draw on it. The paper was kind and allowed the Pencils to draw on it. And they began to draw pencils. But the Green Pencil did not work well. The pencils began to swear. Their quarrel was stopped by Eraser. The eraser said, “Don't swear. I will erase your bad drawings without any problems. And the Pencils stopped quarreling, because if something didn’t work out for them, the Eraser came to their rescue.

Dispute. (composed by Ivan Ponomarev) Pen, Pencil, Eraser and Sharpener lived in the pencil case. Once Pen said: “I am the most important, because they always write to me.” “No, I am,” said the Pencil, “I am the most important, because everything is emphasized by me.” “And I can erase everything,” said Eraser. And the Sharpener said: "I am also in charge, because I sharpen pencils." “Don’t quarrel,” Penal said, “you are all needed to study!”

About the girl Dasha and ... (composed by Ivanovskaya Lilia) A girl Dasha lived in the same house. Dasha had a briefcase (she was already in 1st grade). That's how - once Dasha came from school, did her homework, played and went to bed. And from the briefcase came a thin voice. It was Eraser. He did not sleep: he was tormented by insomnia. He squeaked throughout the room: “I'm in charge. Listen to me all! Then the Pencil woke up and said: “Sleep. You are not in charge here. You erase everything and ruin everything." Other residents of the briefcase woke up from a scream. They also intervened in the dispute. This went on for several days. And on one of these nights, Dasha woke up. She opened the briefcase and… “Oh! - Dasha said in surprise - all objects talk. Dasha listened to their argument and said: “Don't argue. I need you all! It would be difficult for me to do without each of you.

Magic Pen (composed by Aleksey Zubakin) A boy Sasha studied at a Moscow school. He was very fond of playing, walking, watching TV, but did not like to do his homework. Once, on the way to school, Sasha found a strange Pen, which suddenly spoke: “Let's be friends with you. I will do homework for you for one A, but you should not have any friends except me. Sasha agreed. All day long, friends called him and invited him to the hill, to the skating rink, to play chess. And the Pen hissed: “You forgot our agreement, don’t go!” She did all the lessons for Sasha beautifully and without mistakes, but for some reason Sasha was not having fun. The next day he put the Pen back where he found it. “I will study myself, without you,” the boy decided.

A fairy tale about school supplies (composed by Polina Lebedeva) Once upon a time there were school supplies. Once, going to school, they began to check: are they all there? Pens and pencils are in place, notebooks and textbooks are in place, a ruler and a pencil case are in place. And suddenly it turned out that there was no eraser. Accessories began to look for him in the briefcase. Not in this corner, not in this one either. And then the ruler suggested that he could remain on the desk. Yesterday the girl learned lessons and took him. The briefcase stood on a chair near the table. The ruler lay between the briefcase and the table, like a bridge. She said: “Pen, follow me to the table and see if there is an eraser there?” The pen moved along it to the table on the table and began to look for an eraser. She saw an eraser on the other side of the table. He lay, crushed by a computer disk. The handle ran up and tried to lift the disc. But he was heavy. Then she called the others for help. School supplies ran up and all together easily released the eraser. The entire satisfied company returned to the portfolio.

About the boy Kostya and ... (composed by Liza Sudakova) Once upon a time there was a boy. His name was Kostya. Kostya was a bad boy. he broke everything: he broke pens, pencils, and he simply broke erasers into several parts. He did as he pleased. He listened to no one and loved nothing. And then one night an unusual rain began - starry, magical. We all know that when the stars fall, you have to make a wish. And Kostya made a wish: “I want to be small!” In the morning he woke up, and it turned out that his wish was fulfilled. He became small: the growth of a finger. Kostya decided to see what was happening in his pencil case. He opened it and saw: A pen with a broken arm; A pencil with a broken leg; An eraser with a broken back. They all wept bitterly. They saw Kostya and shouted: “Go away, evil, worthless boy. Don't come near us or we'll beat you." Kostya was frightened for the first time in his life and wept bitterly. He began to sob and ... a miracle happened: he became big again, like all the other boys. But since then, he no longer breaks pencils, pens, or any other objects.

Magic Penal (composed by Chergesbiev Ali) A beautiful pencil case was bought for a boy at school. It had everything a schoolboy needed: blue and colored pens, a pencil, an eraser, a ruler, a square, scissors, and glue. But this pencil case turned out to be magical. You will ask why? Yes, because as soon as the boy received the “five”, the inhabitants of Penal began to argue. The Blue Pen declares to everyone that she writes beautifully, which means she is the most important. And the Green Hand answered her: “I don’t, because I am allocated all dangerous places - spellings.” Eraser argues with everyone: "And I can erase any mistake!" And Ugolnik and Ruler say that without them, the boy would not have received an excellent mark in mathematics. Scissors and Glue are also not far behind: “Without us, you can’t glue or cut anything at labor lessons.” What do you think: which one of them is the most important?

Katin pencil case (composed by Ismailova Maryam) There lived a girl Katya in the world. She was an excellent student. Katya did everything on time: she walked, played, taught her lessons, collected her briefcase and went to bed. Once she had a dream: all the inhabitants of the briefcase came to life and started an argument. Who is the most important among them? Pencils, Pens, Eraser, Sharpener, Compasses and Ruler were arguing. Everyone argued that Katya was an "excellent" student only because of him. The girl came to school and it turned out that her pencil case did not contain either a pencil, or a pen, or a ruler ... Katya began to get bad grades. She cried every day and did not understand why this was happening. And all the residents of the pencil case finally realized that Katya needed them all. They didn't run away anymore. Good thing it was a dream. Katya woke up and ran to see if everything in her pencil case was in place? All accessories were in place. The happy girl ran to school.

About the girl Galya and ... (composed by Mazikina Vika) Once upon a time - there was a girl. Her name was Galya. She already went to school and studied for one five. Everyone praised her. And then one day, when Galya went for a walk, the following happened .. The briefcase suddenly opened and a Pen came out of it, then a Pencil, followed by an Eraser and a Felt-tip pen. "Let's travel!" they decided. But the old Briefcase tells them: “Don’t, it’s very dangerous!” But friends did not listen and went under the bed. Galya came from a walk, undressed and ... suddenly she climbed onto the bed and began to jump on it. And Pen, Pencil, Eraser and Felt Pen were sitting under the bed and did not know what to do. They were very afraid. The pen said, "Why didn't we listen to the Portfolio?" They really wanted to go back. Galya jumped a little (she did it only when no one was at home) and went to the kitchen. And school supplies returned to their home (in a briefcase). Since then, they always listen to adults.

Night dispute. (composed by Blinov Nikita) One night school supplies were sitting at the table and drinking tea. They argued. Which of them is more necessary for a student? The first to enter into the dispute was the Pen. "I'm more needed than anyone," she said confidently. “Without me, schoolchildren would not be able to write a dictation, a text ...” “And I do a special job ...” - said Pencil. “But if the children make a mistake using you, then it will be hard to correct it without me,” said Eraser. This is where textbooks come into play. The argument went on for an hour. Penal could not stand it and said: “Do not argue, you can argue all your life, and there will be no sense in it. None of you can be better than the other. Each of us is needed in our own way.”

Dishes, toys and other items We compose fairy tales about ...

The Tale of the Teapot and the Cup (composed by Diana Dzyubenko) Once upon a time there was a Teapot. It was old porcelain. Scale had firmly ingrained into its walls, and the blue flowers on the sides had faded with time and charred in the fire. When tea was brewed in it, he grumbled and spat boiling water. He always didn't like something. And a cup lived nearby. Plain, with a gold rim and with flowers on the sides. The cup was the teapot's favorite student. In the evenings, the Lady came to them. She sat down, and the three of them drank freshly brewed tea. The teapot every now and then, dripping on the tablecloth, told Cup something about the old days or just about life. The cup loved the old, already ugly Kettle, and listened to his stories with fascination. But one day, when the Cup was standing on the windowsill, a gust of wind opened the window ... The Cup, crying plaintively, fell down and broke. That same evening, mourning for the Cup, the Teapot on the stove cracked. It had to be thrown away, like the Cup. The lady wept bitterly. It turns out that the dishes can be friends.

A fairy tale about toys (composed by Ivanovskaya Lilia) One girl lived - there were: a soldier, a Marina doll and a rubber rabbit. One day the girl forgot to put away her toys. At night, when everyone was sleeping, the cat Vaska came running and wanted to grab the doll ... But the rabbit grabbed Vaska by the tail with his strong teeth, and the soldier began to beat the cat on the paws with his wooden gun. Marina was able to escape and hide on the top shelf. Cat Vaska has not tried to "play" with the doll since then, because she has such defenders.

Cool! 10

Every person has a favorite thing. But what is a “favorite thing”? This is something that is very dear to a person. For everyone, this thing can be different. Someone might say that their favorite thing is a teddy bear given to them by someone close to them. Another will say that his favorite thing is a book that left a positive impression on him. But the main thing is what this favorite thing carries in itself. After all, an object received from an important person for you, keeping the memory of something close to your heart, is more valuable than gold and silver.

My favorite thing is an old coin that my grandmother gave me. Perhaps someone will say that this is stupid. After all, you can’t play with a coin like with a plush toy. But for me, this coin is more precious than any white light treasure. It keeps my happy memories of fun times. It reminds me of how my friends and I played and had fun. This coin has repeatedly helped us to make sometimes small, and sometimes very important decisions for us.

One day my coin fell out of my pocket. When my friends and I noticed this, we all went in search of her together. We searched for a very long time, and everyone was very worried. After all, grandmother's gift became a member of our friendly group. After an hour of searching, we finally found it. Everyone was very happy that we were still able to find our comrade, who more than once helped us out in difficult times. After that day, it became clear that I have the best and most loyal friends. They didn't leave me. Therefore, this coin has become a symbol of our friendship.

Some might say that my favorite thing is memories or friends. But this is not so at all. It is that same old scratched coin that is most dear to me. After all, it was in it that everything that was dearest to me was united. This coin combines memories of my dear beloved grandmother, friendship with my friends, my separate world, in which life seems to stop, and I can relive the happiest periods of my life.

More essays on the topic: "My favorite thing":

A thing can become loved and important if it is useful, if it was presented by an important person for you, or if pleasant memories are associated with it. It can be anything from a book to a car. What matters is what memories and emotions are associated with it. Every person has things that are dear to him, that he loves.

I also have a favorite thing - a bicycle. You might think it's new and shiny, which is why I love it so much and cherish it. This is not entirely true. I really like to ride a bike, and one day my grandfather suggested that I collect a bike for me. I was very happy and immediately agreed. He and I assembled my bike together in the garage for two weeks. It was a long and painstaking job. Grandfather had some of the details, something had to be looked for and bought in addition. I generally traded the chain with a neighbor for Tetris.

As a result, we got a beautiful fast bike. We painted it matt black and named it Whirlwind. On the same day, my grandfather and I went to ride on the field: he on his own, and I on mine. It was very funny. We raced, we drove down the mountain. True, at the end I unsuccessfully turned and fell, but not a scratch was left on the Whirlwind, we did it to the conscience.

Since then, I have only ridden it, and in the winter I carefully store it in the garage next to my father's car. It is very dear to me and not only as a means of transport. I put a part of my soul into it, it is exactly the way I like it, and besides, my grandfather and I became very close while it was being made. He showed me that nothing is impossible, if you really want something, do it. I will remember this lesson forever.

Dad even offered to buy me New Year another bike, with gear shifting, but I refused. Better than my Whirlwind is not great. He gave me a lot of pleasant moments, how can I refuse him? Well, then, the Whirlwind is in excellent condition, I'm following this. Grandpa is gone, and the bike reminds me of the times when we were together.

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Brief announcement: every person has a favorite thing and it takes a certain place in his life. My favorite thing is my tablet.

The whole space in which a person lives is filled with things, be it a house, a school, a hospital, but everywhere! There are household items, such as furniture, computers, televisions, without which we can no longer imagine life in the modern world - they make our life more comfortable. And there are personal things that each of us has in the wardrobe. And among these things there are favorite things that we often wear, and unloved things that we wear very rarely, and then because my mother insisted.

I have many favorite things, this is spiderman pajamas - how sweet it is to sleep in it and what cool dreams I have in it, and my favorite backpack - that just has not been in it, and even there is a favorite toy from childhood - my hare with such long and soft ears, but my favorite thing is my tablet. I asked my parents for a long time to buy me a tablet, and finally this year, on my birthday, my dream came true! It's so cool, I didn't even dream about it! I even gave him the name "Goodwin" after the wizard from the Emerald City.

Now all my friends, and I confess, too, spend a lot of time on computers, laptops, tablets and phones. And every free minute at home, we run to the screen of a computer or tablet; at school breaks, we are all on our phones. My parents always scold me for spending so much time on my tablet! They say that in their childhood they spent a lot of time on the street, playing football, basketball, chasing, and I sit at home and communicate on the Internet. But times have changed! In the modern world, it is simply impossible without a computer or tablet! With the advent of the tablet, my life has changed dramatically. I turn it on, I go to the Internet and I can travel around the world, I can find out a lot of information about what interests me. I also listen to my favorite music on my tablet, watch interesting films, play games. I Skype with my friends and now it is not necessary to run to a friend to find out homework. You can, of course, call, but on Skype we see each other. And what superb photos you can take with my tablet!

I recently downloaded a photo editing program from the Internet and with its help you can make different designs. It turns out such beauty: some photos look like you are looking through the water, others look like old black and white photos, others look like they were drawn with a simple pencil, the fourth ones are in graffiti style. But I haven't even tried everything yet. Every day I am surprised how many new things I learn and all thanks to him - my tablet.

My tablet is always with me, we just do not spill water with it! One day I went to visit my friend who lives two blocks away from me. We played so much that I was in a hurry to go home and then it turned out that I forgot my tablet with him. I was very worried, I could not fall asleep for a long time and from the very morning I was already rushing to my friend for my Goodwin! The tablet is not just a favorite thing, it is my friend and helper!

Almost everyone has a favorite and dear thing to the heart. For example, a medal that reminds you of pleasant moments in life, such as winning sports competition or dance competition. For someone, a favorite thing is a laptop that allows you to learn a lot of new things, and for someone, it's just fashionable sneakers that delight with convenience and beauty.

For me, the most favorite thing was an art set of felt-tip pens and an album. It seems to many that these are too simple and uninteresting things, but it seems to me that there is nothing more interesting and exciting than drawing. And although I do not draw very well, this is not an obstacle for me, because with the help of colored felt-tip pens you can draw whatever you want.

So why exactly did the drawing set become my favorite thing? Because with a felt-tip pen in your hand it is very convenient to dream, invent and fantasize something. Even when you are sad, you can improve your mood by putting your thoughts on paper.

How many times have I been rescued and entertained by an art set! And on a boring trip, when there is nothing else to do, and during a long wait.

While drawing, I feel like a real artist. Each book I read is then necessarily supplemented with illustrations drawn by my favorite felt-tip pens. I like to draw images of characters, the way only I see them. It is especially interesting to draw fantastic stories, legends and fairy tales. In this case, for my favorite set comes a real expanse, because in these books great amount characters and plots that no one has seen and you can draw them as you like. It is incredibly interesting to come up with how many legs and what color tails the inhabitants of another planet will have from the book you just read.

I also like to draw events that will certainly happen to me. For example, when I feel cold and uncomfortable in winter, I take my favorite set of felt-tip pens. And now I am already surrounded by summer warmth, drawing a distant turquoise sea, a blinding sun, hot sand and, of course, myself floating towards a boat in the distance.

And it happens that I am invited to the circus or to the premiere of a great movie. After such an event, being impressed, I come home and draw trained animals, acrobats, or the continuation of an interesting film.

After the opportunities that a regular box of felt-tip pens gives me, shouldn't this be my favorite thing? For me, this thing is like another way to communicate or transfer information. Almost like a speech or a letter.

In addition, I am attracted by the brightness and juiciness with which felt-tip pens draw. The pictures I invented come to life, you just have to color them different colors. I also have favorite colors that I use more often than others. I really love all shades of blue and purple, so fantastic trolls from other worlds, as a rule, turn out to be purple or blue.

In general, my favorite thing is not just some object. For me it the whole world full of different ideas, fantasies and vivid impressions.

Each person has some favorite thing, the so-called "material piece of the soul." In children, it is almost always a toy. For adults and older children, it can be anything: from a souvenir brought from the coast of Sochi to a photograph of a loved one ...

In general, many people tried to explain to themselves why they need their favorite thing, even if it does not bring any benefit.

For example, my own cousin Vika does not part with a small figure of Cheburashka. This same Cheburashka always hangs on her keys, that is, it is an ordinary keychain. And it has been hanging for more than 17 years ... I wonder why? “It turns out that such a thing serves as a kind of talisman for a person, even if he himself does not know it,” scientists say. She reminds of something close, that a person really likes it, that's why she is so loved by them. In fact, I also have such an item ...

It is the processor "Intel" model "i5". It's funny, isn't it? He came to me after my computer just burned out this processor. It was then that I noticed it - such a tiny microcircuit, closed in a beautiful metallic silver case, but so important and "smart". I immediately put it in my pocket - it still does not work and outwardly the damage is invisible.

For me, it is a symbol of the achievements of modern technologies, a symbol of the future, and the main thing - a computer, because who does not love this car, which combines so many devices for work and entertainment. In addition, for some reason it reminds me of the house, and the house, as they say, is the most important place on Earth. And he “helps” me morally in difficult times.

So I carry this processor everywhere with me, even now, when I am writing this essay, it lies in my trouser pocket. It's funny, of course, but I'm not alone in this, so the conclusion is this: a favorite thing, whatever it may be, is the most important thing in the life of any person.

One day I was walking down the street. Suddenly it started to rain heavily. I decided to take shelter from the rain and went through the first open door. What was my surprise when, to the left of the entrance, I saw a sign - the store "Everything for happiness."

What people just didn’t buy in it! Happy hours, kind words, lucky tickets, smiles, understanding, care...

I also decided to make a purchase in this amazing store. At first my attention was attracted by sweets. In this store, they looked so attractive that I wanted to eat them right there, on the spot.

But then my eyes stopped on a happy pillow, which itself knew how to tell fairy tales and give cozy dreams. I really wanted to buy this pillow! I thought that in the evening, resting my head on this pillow, I would forget about all the problems and become happy like a baby.

But in the end, I bought a completely different item. It was a small coin, sparkling in the sun, either gilded or silvered. I put the coin in my pocket and went home. On the way, I checked the coin all the time, squeezing it in my fist. From the realization that the coin is in my pocket, I smiled all the time. I was happy. Why? Until I knew it...

But soon everything became clear.

Mom and dad planned a trip to the sea. I love the sea, radiant, bright, alluring. In less than a few days, we ended up on the sea coast. Of course, I took a coin from the store "Everything for happiness" with me. Vacation was a success! Before leaving, I threw a lucky coin into the sea. To return to it again, boundless and happy. So that's what I needed this coin for!

... I bought a small coin in the "Everything for Happiness" store. And she made me happy! There is such a sign - if you throw a coin into the sea, you will definitely return to it again.

This is the story that happened with the thing that I bought in the store "Everything for happiness."