My grandmother
A butterfly flew to our house
Laughter also left us
The hands that caressed me as my daughter are no more
My grandmother flew to the skies
Life will be very difficult without you
You were in our hearts, spring blossomed
I miss my angel, I can't find it
My grandmother flew to the skies
This heart is waiting for you to give advice
But I know it's too late now
I can tremble when I hear my pain
My grandmother flew to the skies
I, Abdusamiyeva Iroda Sherzod, was born on May 15, 2009 in Sherabad district of Surkhandarya region. In 2016, I went to study in the 1st grade of general education school No. 67 in Sherabad district of Surkhandarya region. Currently, I am a 9th grade student of this school. I started writing poems since I was in the 5th grade, and I have about 17 poems so far. In the future, I want to become a lawyer. I intend to become a mature person who will serve my country.
Panjiyeva Dilnavo Shukurvna was born in the village of Khalqabad, Guzor district, Kashkadarya region. She started writing poems from 2007 to 2020. Currently, she has more than 150 poems.
Title of article: How many languages do you know?
How many languages do you know? One or two, maybe more. But do you know how many languages there are in the world? According to estimates, 7,100 to 7,164 languages are spoken in the world today. This number is taken from the Ethnologue directory, which catalogs the world's known languages. It is important to remember that this estimate and the exact number are constantly changing. New languages are always being discovered, especially in remote areas, while others are disappearing. Unfortunately, many languages are in danger of disappearing. According to some data, half of the world's languages have already disappeared. As you can see, there are more languages than countries. and each language has its origin and history. Everyone loves, respects, and honors their native language. It is only through this language that we can know how any nation is living, developing, or, on the contrary, lagging and getting poorer. That is why it is not for nothing that they say: " Language is the mirror of the nation."
But would you believe me when I say that there is such a language that our tongue becomes weak when we speak it? Yes, there is such a language and it is Sign Language. Sign languages are not a single universal language, but rather a complete and complex set of languages used by deaf and hard of hearing communities around the world. Sign language relies on hand shapes, facial expressions, body language, and movement to convey meaning. They have their own grammar, syntax, and vocabulary, which are completely different from spoken languages. More than 300 different sign languages are used worldwide, with each country usually having its language. But sign languages are not mutually intelligible, meaning that someone who knows American Sign Language will not understand someone signing in French Sign Language (FSF).
But if we look at history, Gesture was born in 1951, when the World Federation of the Deaf (WFG) was born. The participants of the first World Congress of the Deaf decided to standardize the language of communication in international events. The need for such a unique "Esperanto sign" is connected with the participation of social workers and public figures from among the deaf together with laryngologists, audiologists, and psychologists in the work of congresses, conferences, and symposia devoted to the problems of deafness, teachers, engineers, and other professionals. On behalf of the WFM Bureau, a group of experts, with the participation of a Soviet representative, based on the generality of the speech gestures of the deaf in different countries during the course (similar gestures were selected or assigned from various European countries). developed a common international sign language over a quarter of a century. In 1973, the World Federation of the Deaf issued a simplified sign language dictionary. In 1975, at the VII World Congress of the Deaf in Washington, the International Sign (IS) was adopted and approved (along with English and French, the official languages of the World Federation of the Deaf). as well as at international events, at events of the World Federation of the Deaf.
In general, the reason I decided to write this article was because of the news information channels that I came across, and as a child, I remembered that in most TV news broadcasts or daily news, Sign language interpreters would also deliver the news together. But for some reason, it seems that it is difficult to find it now. Because we should not forget that this is also a language and hundreds of millions of people in the world use sign language to communicate.
Charos Toshpulatova was born in Uzbekistan on 2003 November 19.
Currently, she is studying at Soonchunhyang University (SCH) in South Korea. In addition in 2022, she was selected by the United Nations General Assembly as a delegate the Arab Youth International Model United Nations in Dubai, United Arab Emirates for represent Diplomat of Uzbekistan And 2023 she has been selected again to join the Best Diplomats United Nations Simulation Conference Crafting Future Leaders in the Post-Pandemic
Era, 2023 in Istanbul, Türkiye.
Spring has come to besieged Leningrad. It seemed that our neighbor’s prophecy was beginning to come true. My mother is in the hospital all the time. Apart from my mother, there are four of us left at home: my older sister Masha and brother Alexey, me and my younger brother Sasha. There has been no news from my father and brothers for several weeks, and we have been sick for the second week and do not go to school.
One of these days, there was a loud knock on our door (since the beginning of 1942, we have introduced the practice of closing doors, including the story of Baba Katya). As I was already recovering, I went to open it. Ivan and Leonid were on the threshold. To say that we were glad to see them is like saying nothing. During the war, without news, both returned alive and well!
We all literally escaped from the captivity of the disease at the same time. A brother and sister jumped out of bed, fussed, hung up soldiers’ overcoats, and began to set the table. There was not even a need for words – a smile did not leave the faces of the whole family. Even Sasha perked up, dangling his legs off the bed, smiling mysteriously, examining our defenders.
From the stories of Ivan and Leonid, we finally learned their whole life in recent months. It turned out that they were not accepted for service at the district military enlistment office because of their age, then they spontaneously decided to go to the front, at least as paramedics. Then there were a month and a half of training in the field, dangerous service in the frontline zone, rescue of the wounded. And now, their numerous petitions have been granted and after a three-day vacation they will return to their unit as ordinary Red Army soldiers.
– Are you only for three days? Masha asked with regret.
– It’s going to be a wonderful eternity for us! – Ivan smiled in response, – Let’s set the table already.
The guys brought sugar, nuts, dried fruits, canned fish – incredible delicacies for that time! And all we had was a few slices of bread and boiling water, so there wasn’t much to set the table.
No, that won’t do, – Ivan said, inspecting our feast.
– Let’s go to the market and buy something, – Leonid suggested, getting up from the table.
– Can I come with you? I jumped up after the brothers.
They both granted my request with an affirmative nod of their heads and, quickly gathering myself, I ran after them.
In those days, spontaneous markets could arise and disappear for several days almost anywhere, in squares, streets, even courtyards. The authorities tried to disperse these gatherings, so the merchants did not stay in the same place for a long time. Moreover, these markets had a bad reputation. At the other end of the district, my brothers and I came across one of these markets. Contrary to expectations, it was an incredibly lively place filled with all kinds of goods from groceries to antiques, so we even got a little lost in this abundance.
– Soldiers, do you want to buy something? – some merchant grabbed Ivan by the sleeve.
We turned towards the counter. Behind him stood a short old man, whom I disliked at first sight. He had small, angry, depressed piggy eyes, a bumpy robber’s face, and he was dressed in a padded jacket and a black earflap.
– Yes, Father, we should have something for the table… – Ivan began.
– Maybe meat? That terrible grandfather interrupted him.
– Do you have any meat? – We were surprised.
– Yes, but be quiet… – he looked around and took out a small bundle soaked in blood, – Pork, fresh!
– And where does it come from? Leonid hesitated, carefully examining the goods. I immediately remembered the neighbor’s story, but the evil look of this man scared me so much that I did not dare to tell about it now and hoped that there was pork in the bag.
– This is for the elite, but I got it on occasion, – he said, as if justifying himself.
– What’s the difference, we can’t find it cheaper and better. We’ll take it! Ivan said decisively.
As I was leaving, I took another look at that grandfather and he answered me with his cold gaze, so I quickly looked away and tried to forget myself in conversations with my brothers.
Soon we were at home and joyfully handed Masha the package we had bought. She jumped up with joy and ran to the kitchen to cook. But before we could sit down at the table, Masha thoughtfully returned back to the room and spoke softly:
– Guys, there’s something wrong with the meat…
– What happened? Leonid came up to her.
For a minute he silently examined this small piece, lightly tracing it with his finger, then suddenly changed his face and cried out:
– Yes, it’s human!
– You’re lying! Ivan snatched the meat from his hands.
– Look for yourself! Leonid waved it off.
There was a tense pause, after which Ivan sullenly agreed:
– You’re right.…
Without saying another word, he quickly went to the window, opened it and angrily threw the meat out into the street. So we were left without a festive dinner.
