Only a healthy nation has a future (Essay on a free topic). Composition "only a healthy nation has a future" A healthy nation has a future

Vdovina Vasilisa, 9b grade,

Only a healthy nation has a future

He walked quickly down the street. It started to rain, and the boys with newspapers, shouting things like “Two boxers - one victory”, “Only a healthy nation has a future”, hid under the visors of expensive cafes on a busy street. Cold drops fell behind the collar and flowed down, under the clothes, leaving an unpleasant, tickling mark on the back.

The man turned sharply into a dead alley, woven into a huge street, and disappeared into the shadows of closely packed houses.

Only one door was ajar - warm light streamed from there, falling in rays onto the wet asphalt, garbage and empty tomato boxes stacked in a heap. There were sharp echoes of voices, lively speech. There was a pleasant smell of fried potatoes sprinkled with dill. The door swayed from side to side with a sweet creak, picked up by gusts of wind.

At the door stood a plump man in greasy trousers, a white apron, cutting his eyes with its cleanliness, and a stupid net on curly curls. He smoked in the drizzle, thoughtfully raising a thick cigarette to his lips, squinting as if savoring every puff. The light of a cigarette butt flickered in the shadow, carelessly thrown on the ground by a low house.

The man with the briefcase approached the one he was smoking, called out to him and held out his hand:

Hello Mark.

He shook his hand with pleasure, shifting his cigarette to another:

Lewis, how far did you get tonight! I'm afraid that today I can even let you through the service entrance.

Great, buddy. How are you?

He was silent for a minute.

Yes, everything is on its own, as usual, - he hastened to change the subject, - come in, now we even have an indecently empty hall. How are you usually?

Lewis nodded, went through the narrow door and was engulfed in the light of the wide lamp.

Passing the hall, he found himself in the kitchen - the usual kitchen of an ordinary cafe, where they liked to order french fries during the day (which made Mark wildly indignant) or drink lemonade before a long bus ride, and in the evenings they played billiards and drank a lot.

A bald-headed young man was wielding a knife in the kitchen, furiously chopping leeks, with deep eyes and a sharp nose that seemed to be able to cut onions like a knife. From different smells could dizzy. Behind a large stove stood a miniature girl in an immensely long apron. There was a cleaner walking between the tables.

Lewis saluted politely to each and walked through the double doors into the dining room, trying not to make too much noise, as waiters usually do.

The cafe, as Mark said, was indecently empty - only the far tables near the pool tables were occupied. The man went to the window and settled down near it, putting the briefcase on a nearby chair. He took off his hat, hung up his coat, unbuttoned his jacket a little and loosened his tie.

When he finally sat down at the table, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the window, people were bustling about. Through the glass, covered with raindrops, like small snails, one could see a piece of the square, looking out from behind the gray houses, women in bright coats running somewhere, upturned men with canes or strict black umbrellas. Cars roared by on the roads, dousing the pavement with water from under their wheels. The boys with the newspapers continued to wail and thrust goods into everyone they met.

"Only a healthy nation has a future," came a slight echo to Lewis.

The man took out his notepad and pen from the inside pocket of his hanging coat and wrote down these words in neat handwriting on the written, crisp page of the book.

The rain drummed on the window. Several drenched people ran into the cafe, politely ordering a cup of warm tea. Billiard balls were softly tapping in the background.

What does a healthy nation mean?

Lewis tucked his pen and pad back into his coat pocket, folded his arms, and leaned back in his chair. He looked out the window again. A ragamuffin paddled past the windows, his hands in his pockets.

Lewis remembered a scene in which he could only participate as a spectator. A helpless spectator who can get up from an easy chair and leave, but not interfere with the action in any way, rewrite the script.

Once on the way to the anniversary of a niece, whom he did not know at all, Lewis ordered a taxi. A few minutes later, a car arrived, the taxi driver turned out to be a silent and strict young man, impeccably following the instructions of his superiors.

Having driven through large avenues, the car had to pass a couple more narrow lanes, which left an imprint in Lewis's memory - in a flashing pier between the houses, three boys mocked a sick homeless woman - pulled off her clothes, took her hair, beat her in the face and threw garbage. She tried to defend herself against them, helplessly raising her hands and trying to cover her face with them. But blows and debris rained down on her from all sides. One of them was tall and thin, clearly a wind-up. He stood a little to the side and smoked cheap cigarettes with a blue stripe on the pack in a puff, and two guys were a little smaller. This gave them some kind of pleasure, as Lewis later thought, they asserted themselves due to this, they felt their “growing up”. He wanted to ask the taxi driver to stop, leaned against the glass in an eloquent gesture and tried to open the locked door.

But the car drove on, the boys and the woman remained behind, and the driver, with a straight face, with stone and precise movements, turned the corner and drove into a busy street, forgetting to turn on the turn signal. Something in him failed, but in the wrong direction.

Following the homeless boy in tattered clothes, Lewis turned away from the window.

So what is a healthy nation? Fit men, healthy women and healthy children? The most responsive and enterprising power over the understanding people? What role does health play here?

Or is it something that cancels such behavior of people?

Lewis understood here only what is clear to everyone - only a strong nation has a future. Only great people build huge cities, only great people launch iron birds into the sky, only great people give life to other people. People - people - nation.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. Swarthy, wide hands veined with purple and green veins, slightly knotted fingers, a silver ring on the little finger with a caduceus pattern.

A great nation, a healthy nation, a united nation with a rich culture, a nation that goes hand in hand with time and its endless numbers, counting only in one direction. A nation that follows the development of its civil society and its institutions, which remembers its traditions, its history, ethnicity and roots, not only remembers, but also respects.

For some reason, such thoughts baffled Lewis. Usually his thoughts ended there, or it all came down to the fact that now there are a lot of alcoholics and robbery. But for some reason, the autumn cold wind, shooting a recitative into the glass, as if something was trying to convey something to Lewis today, after which one could smack his lips smugly and proudly sit in the living room with a cigar, analyzing everything that only what has been reproduced.

A great, healthy nation, where anyone, every person will be respected and relatively free. But about what? Where is this line? After all, complete freedom is anarchy.

He looked again at the drops hitting the glass. What do you mean rain?

There was a slight scream from the kitchen, the double doors swung open again, and both waiters bustled about.

Healthy nation. How many of these are left, or are there any at all? Is it possible to call a healthy nation where the young and strong mock the old and helpless?

A lanky waiter guiltily approached Lewis with a tray and placed a steak with baked potatoes, an incomprehensible vegetable salad, mashed soup, a glass of double calvados and a neatly wrapped chocolate bar on the table for a sweet snack to drink. Lewis nodded and unwrapped the cutlery from the napkins.

Mark appeared at the double doors, breaking Lewis's thread of thought. The good man leaned his hand with the kitchen towel on the door frame, the other holding the light door so that it would not slam. He smiled amiably, looked around the half-empty hall, lingered on the drunken men at the billiard tables, glanced at the wall clock, which caused the second hand to flinch slightly and count the second a little later than necessary.

Lewis took his eyes off Mark and began to eat. Here he dined every Friday and every Monday, ordering the same thing every time. Mark personally cooked for him, why it happened this way is not clear, but both were very disposed to each other, the cook even somehow visited a new friend.

Lewis worked as a journalist for the most prestigious metropolitan newspaper, in the business news department. He knew a lot about people, about laws, he knew how to work on interviews correctly. He knew a lot about human hatred and falsehood, he understood a lot in literature. He often wrote articles about topics whose headlines are written on huge posters or printed in black letters on greasy newspaper paper, but which no one cares about - for example, "Only a healthy nation has a future."

Having finished the meal, the journalist knocked over a glass (“Salute!”), Asked for the bill and hastily got ready, leaving the waiter with a guilty face a little tip. He went into the kitchen to shake Mark's hand, inhale the assorted smells again, hurriedly walked along the entire cafe and left the front door, jingling bells.

The drizzle continued. Lewis looked around the street. Everyone continued to run somewhere, they hid behind corners, in alleys, in cars, but right there, from new streets, from shops and from yards, a myriad of new people turned. How many of them.

He moved along the house in which the cafe was located, looked into the last window, in which one could see billiard tables at which drunken men played, but saw only his own reflection and critically adjusted his hat.

In front of him, a boy was slowly walking somewhere with a stack of newspapers in his hands. Both, silent and stern, turned into the same lane. The boy came to an abrupt halt around the corner, deftly pulling a pack of cheap blue-striped cigarettes from the pocket of his shabby jacket.

Lewis stopped next to the paperboy. Something hit the journalist's head. He approached and stood so close to the boy that he could see a few hairs of the man's house cat on his sleeve. Then, with a measured, slightly slow, but precise and confident movement, Lewis reached out for a pack of cigarettes and took it from the boy.

Turning to the urn on the corner, he tossed a crumpled bundle with a blue stripe into it. There was some loose tobacco left in his hand. The man unclenched his fist with difficulty, small grains fell down. He seemed to be trying to finish this story for himself, which he could not influence in any way, looking out of the taxi window.

He thoughtlessly looked into the urn at the crumpled cigarettes. Then he pulled out of his pocket, crumpled and threw away his pack, he had long wanted to quit smoking. But something seemed to stop him from moving on. Exactly! A thought popped into my head. Tomorrow is a meeting of the residents of the house at seven o'clock in the evening. Looks like they're going to discuss heating repairs. He was called for a long time, but he never came, hiding behind being busy.

Tomorrow he will leave work early, will not go to the coffee shop to once again leave money there for useless coffee, which he does not like to drink in the evenings, but in order to finish thinking of articles, he sits down on a high chair by the window with a notebook and a pen and writes, writes, writes. It satisfied him - to leave work and come to the coffee shop to continue working. But tomorrow he won’t do that, he won’t stay at work, he won’t go in for a cup of coffee without milk, he won’t go to the meeting for the sake of himself, his reputation, not even for the sake of the boy - for the sake of society, even if only on the scale of the house in which the apartments on the contrary, with whom he came across in the morning and was always surprised by her hats - he was their little dog - so, she could just like that, for no reason, give a box of chocolates.

All these thoughts swirled through Lewis's head, and the boy, from whom he took the cigarettes, continued to stand silently and look at him.

Lewis felt a shilling in the lining of his pocket, handed it to the boy, pointed at the headline of a newspaper that lay on top of a pack of hundreds of the same, and walked away. He could hear the boy syllable-by-syllable reading such a clever phrase that could make the whole world change, but only flew from his lips and scattered in drops on wet pavement - "Only a healthy nation has a future."

Only a healthy nation has a future. I think it is under this slogan that every nation should live. We often say that children are our future. But we do not even think about what kind of future we guarantee them. As a representative of the future of our country, I am concerned about the problem of the health of our generation. But is everything being done to ensure that we, children and adolescents, are healthy?

Walking the streets of the city, we often see how children play and run, and their eyes are filled with happiness. On his face is a wide and carefree smile, which is dearer than anything in the world. Each of them has their own dreams, albeit small, but their own. Dreams of a bright and healthy future. But there is a completely different picture: teenagers are fond of smoking, drinking alcohol, which gradually develops into a bad habit.

They are slowly killing themselves, day by day. It would seem, what could be the reason for this? Lack of attention. Teenagers try to attract interest from others, they want to be paid attention to. Often, children copy adults, and the main example for them is their parents. But, unfortunately, parents are not always the standard. Children grow up seeing parents smoking in front of them, saying that smoking is not good. And this problem is very relevant in our time.

Updated: 2017-12-01

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COMPETITION WORK

Subject Russian Federation

Khabarovsk region

City (settlement)

Amgun, Solnechny District, Khabarovsk Territory

Full name of the educational organization

MBOU OOSH village Amgun, Solnechny district, Khabarovsk Territory

FULL NAME. Participant of the Competition (in full)

Zolina Anna Andreevna

The class (course) in which the participant is studying

Thematic direction

"Only a healthy nation has a future."

Essay theme

"Healthy Nation - Healthy Future"

Essay genre

feature article

When I chose this topic of the essay, the proverb involuntarily came to my mind: "A healthy mind in a healthy body." I think that it is from this thought that I will push off in my essay. So, the health of the nation. What is it? Many factors can be cited.

I believe that a lot begins with healthy thinking, that is, a healthy spirit. When a person thinks positively, passes only good emotions through himself, gives joy to others, the energy of optimism comes from him. And this is very important. From here come good deeds and everything connected with them. Recall the famous Baron Munchausen, who simply grabbed his hair and pulled him out of the swamp. And afterwards, as far as I remember, luck always smiled at him. The next step is to take responsibility for your own body. It begins with elementary exercises, which must be done in the morning. And physical education in general should become an integral part of our life, because the guarantee of our health is physical exercise. After all, sport heals, makes us stronger, more resilient, it also teaches us to be responsible.

And the most main feature healthy nation - the rejection of bad habits. I don't understand people smoking cigarette after cigarette. After all, it’s scary to imagine what happens to their lungs at this moment. Even worse is the picture when he smokes future mom. Here, I think, nothing needs to be explained, so everything is clear. In second place, of course, is the rejection of alcohol. My God, how many broken destinies in the world, how many crimes and elementary accidents because of this insidious potion. It is bitter to admit, but our country occupies a leading position in alcohol consumption. It has long been in Russia that a Russian peasant washed down need and grief, and the picture is no better today. You look at the chronicle of incidents, and it seems that the world is going crazy. And everything comes from simple elementary illiteracy in behavior, from upbringing, which, in fact, never existed. From an early age, I have been interested in the question, if everyone around is bad from alcohol, why is it produced? The question is, of course, rhetorical. And the most terrible misfortune that claims millions of lives is drug addiction. I do not understand how you can take and inject for the first time. After all, it’s a no brainer what the consequences will be. Each time, the needs increase, the breakdowns become more and more unbearable, and the person gradually begins to lose his appearance. It becomes all the same, if only there was another dose. Here are three whales on which you can lose everything, ending your life. Do these people have a future? Naturally, no.

The future is only for those people who will say a firm "no" bad habits who will never consciously let them into their lives. Because there is only one life. And only a healthy-minded person will create a happy life. In this future, he has everything: favorite work, family, hobbies, travel. Such a person is fully happy, he just wants to live and enjoy life. If we all take this as a basis, then we, as a healthy nation, will definitely have a future.

Only a healthy nation has a future!

Only a healthy nation has a future.

All the efforts of a prudent person should be directed not to repairing and caulking his body like a fragile boat with holes in it, but to arranging for himself such a way of life in which the body would come into an upset position as little as possible, and, consequently, need to be repaired as little as possible

D. I. Pisarev

The highest good is achieved on the basis of complete physical and mental health.

Tsitsarev

Destruction of the Slavic nation!

Degradation of children!

The collapse of the Russian state!

These are the slogans that the current media are full of,

popular TV programs, internet. I agree with them all

A paradox, in the era of the most rapid development of science and technology, when the most daring ideas that were from the category of science fiction are being implemented,

our nation is dying and falling into decay. Why is this happening? And everything is very simple and banal - the people are destroying themselves.

I will not go far, I go out into the yard and the first thing I see is a playground.

Here you can see all the delights of modern life.

Mothers with a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other blow smoke straight into their beloved children. A company of teenagers sits on the back of a bench, and not on it with electronic cigarettes in the teeth and out of the "fog" a loud, obnoxious obscenity is heard. It should be noted that girls who are not at all formed, immature are also in this seasoned team, so to speak, are preparing for adulthood.

But if the child is a homebody, this is also not a panacea.

Uncontrolled computer games lead to mental disorders, and sometimes to death.

Why is it more interesting for the guys to be there, in the “other world” behind the screen, and not in reality? Why can they be pushed to commit suicide? Maybe they are alone in society, more vulnerable, vulnerable, sensitive? How to find out, and most importantly, how to help?

Now there are a lot of entertainment centers, gyms, swimming pools, but the trouble is that not every family can afford all the sports sections and circles. Although here everything is not clear.

Among modern youth, there is an opinion that you need to go to the gym to pump up muscles for beauty, for coolness. Football, hockey, tennis are relics of the past. Most likely, this is a tribute to fashion, time dictates its own rules.

But in spite of everything, the state, in my opinion, is doing a lot for the development of a healthy society. These are renovated sports grounds, and huge stadiums, and entire complexes.

I am sixteen years old, I am a teenager, I have no right to condemn, reproach or blame anyone, I just want to live in a healthy society, a developed city in a prosperous country.

Health is a gift, we have no right to squander it so aimlessly and thoughtlessly. I am for a healthy nation, for a bright future for myself and my peers, for a prosperous state.

Only in a healthy society can a healthy life be built.