In 2016, the last bell in many educational institutions of Ukraine bell May 27. And then pass outlet in the 11 th grade and only 10-11 June 9th graders.

Whether justified your hopes, not to know: It is still the final exam so far, and as long as we have a visit to his priglashaemNa our holiday fun - Last call!.

And excuse me, please, all the sins that we have accumulated for the last day: And the control loaded with bad decisions, and vague answers, and talk, but you know one thing: the school we will remember not only worried these words. Educators its never forget your work and respond in our affairs.

* Flew years quietly Goodbye, school forever! Know etuTy moment of parting can not forget ever! Realize the dream of his life in a big staraysyaI boldly go! The friendship Believe in yourself no doubt -Zhdut success and happiness to come!.

* * * In radіsnі of Childhood rokiVeli to school we stitches dwellers knowledge otrimali stock. Teper E here - in ostannіy times!.

Truthfully mudrіst nastanovNam vchitelі grant znov, Lyubov i schirіst without prikrasV schaslivu way! In ostannіy times!.

Vіtannya, Kvity zapashnі ... That trіshki posmіshki sumnі, Bo podvіr'ї school klasZіbravsya vzhe ostannіy times.

W zhittєvih uneasy dorіgSche zvernem on shkіlny porіg, That day marks Tsey for us: Mi shkolyarі ostannіy ... in time!.

Lіnіyka. Privіtannya. Smіh! Lunaє dzvonik not vsіh! Tse holy - us! Spinal hour! Nekhay dzvenit! In ostannіy time ... * * * Call. Last. All. Not budetDezhurstva, desks, teachers'. And the wind, the wind blows free! Well, let it blow stronger.

We scatter like dust over the meadow. But everyone will say the same as me: honest with each other we. We are all one, we - the one family.

Someday, winter or letomUslyshit who - that: "Bah! Wow! Serge, my God, is that you? "We dissolve space and year.

Call the last, my last class. A first-graders will remember us?.

* * * Doroslі steels, vchorashnі dіti. Dzvіnok vostannє us sogodnі prodzvenit. The I mozhna s tsogo th spravdі poradіti, Ale chomus PRSPs became myt.

Ostannіy time mi sit at party. The I shall come bіlshe not syudi dіtmi. Vіdrazu yakos was not until zhartіv. At once podoroslіshali th prosvіtlіli mi.

First of Childhood yunіst in shkolі proletіli. Mi vchilis here i lived spіvali. OAO All grown so why should hotіliY sogodnі E to tsogo pіdіyshli.

Porіg the I axis. Behind him novі road. Rozletimos on them, birds Nemov. And sertsі sumnіvi, nepevnіst i trivogi, NY merezhivom - nezvіdanі stitches.

We are not in pokliche dzvonik rіdnі class lіnіyka veresneva bude not for us. Sche svіzhі spogadi. Q zadumaєshsya hour, Yak Shvydko in zhittі splivaє hour.

That zustrіchay usіh us Svitla share, forbid zіgnutisya od the difficult problems. Lead to Success, to Peremoga to Svitla Do not let fall pid zhiteyskim tyagarem.

Mi vіrimo scho bude everything yak requires Schaslivі zori usmіhnutsya us. We cry of up polotu sinє sky. Mi fly nazustrіch vsіm vіtram!.

* * * We went to the first class, we sat at partyI many do not remember my first lesson. And every spring, approaching every time Our sad, sad, farewell call.

We called the school, we were lured science is boring, we were playing in the yard. Habitual steel minute lessons, How many good things in the school pore.

Here we are taught and brought up, where you have good teachers. We are a school for the children leave the new, Goodbye and see my school.