Предмет: Русский язык, автор: 648adik

Эссе потерянное время

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Автор ответа: ssemenbbabakaev

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Есть только одна вещь на свете, которую нельзя ни купить за деньги, ни получить в подарок. Это время. Когда время уходит, то оно уходит навсегда. Поэтому время нужно ценить и тратить с толком. Именно обэтом рассказывает нам поучитальная сказка, которая называется "Сказка о потерянном времени".

Главный герой произведения, третьеклассник Петя Зубов, прогуливал уроки, тратил время попусту и попал из-за этого в неприятную историю: у него украли время злые волшебники, превратив его в старика. Кроме Пети, пострадали мальчик Зайцев Вася и две девочки: Наденька Соколова и Маруся Поспелова.

Петя пошел куда глаза глядят, вышел к избушке в лесу. Там увидел двух девочек и двух мальчиков: это были злые волшебники. Петя подслушал, как он может вернуть время: сделать так, чтобы все дети, у которых украли время, пришли в избушку и перевели назад стрелки на часах. Петя нашел пострадавших и они успели вернуть свое время.

Жаль, что мы живем не в сказке и вернуть потраченное зря время не можем. Нам остается только беречь свое время и стараться не тратить его на пустяки.

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TEXT ONE THE
PASSIONATE YEAR
By James Hilton
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