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A couple of days ago, my friends called me to the concert of the brass band of the children's music school at the local conservatory: their son spoke in the status of the first Goboy. First, the younger children entered the stage. They played poorly, but the hall applauded, and the conductor looked satisfied. Then fifteen children who “do not study at the conservatory” joined them, as it was announced by the public. There were no white shirts on them, they fell into notes once out of ten. But they also looked satisfied. The hall applauded. The conductor rejoiced and not at all a metal lightning towards his students. Then they were replaced by older children. They were significantly smaller, but they played significantly better. The hall applauded in the same way as the previous composition. The conductor continued to rejoice. The concert was over, the children ate in the courtyard of the sugar of the cotton wool and the happy people diverged home.

If the French could read the posts under the tag #changed, they would be very surprised. They would have decided that Russia is a crazy country where they let children do nothing and do not take anywhere. Because in France they take everyone and everywhere. Children are taken in elementary schools - do not believe it - without entrance exams. In music schools, they accept without hearing and voice. In rhythmic gymnastics, they write down thick and thin, without checking the stretch. Football is recorded by squelchs, fast, slow, bespectacles and hooligans. They write down on climbing, first letting the child try himself on the wall, and only if the child said that he was not afraid to try yet.

Children are taken in elementary schools - do not believe it - without entrance exams. They accept music schools without hearing and voice

Then they are engaged with them so that they like it. Once a week, no more often. Once a week skates, once a week dance, once a week art school. All of them arrange demonstrations, exhibitions, open days. It is better not to see this to the parent with Soviet education: there are everyone who is in the forest, who is in fire - shame, shame, what did they do all year? But the French are satisfied, because the main thing is that the children like it, and this is the best result.

Mugs change once a year. If last year you played tennis, then in this you can calmly throw and do karate in this. A monstrous, monstrous attitude to responsibility for what has begun! Things must be brought to the end! Start - do not leave ... But they start, throw it and start again. And it seems that this does not prevent them from growing up in athletes, dancers, artists and musicians. But only if something that really likes turned up.

On the stables of friends; Like Father Like Son; landed; november; “Ski tanned” (the name of the French comedy, which is always shown for the New Year as we have “Irony of Fate”); Ocean in October Photo: From Personal Archive

A year ago, I had to quarrel with a half of the pool administration to conquer my child’s right to swim twice a week. They told me: "We have a development circle, not a sports section!" They told me: "Where are you in a hurry to raise the champions?" They told me: "When he is ready, they will come for him!" But I’m “from Moscow”, I went to those who had to ever come for my child (they were, just at the same time, the section was at the same time on the other end of the pool), poked a finger at her son, said that he really wanted to go to the pool twice a week, and asked if he was ready for this great sports testing now? It turned out that it was quite ready, and from the next lesson he went to the sports section.

This Sunday he passes an exam that will allow him to participate in competitions. “Don't worry,” the coach tells me. - It will turn out - it will pass, it will not work - let's go to take in July. The main thing is that he does not worry and enjoy the atmosphere of the competition! ”

Remember those children without white shirts at the beginning of my story? These were children from difficult families. Teachers from the conservatory go to them twice a week and teach them how to play music. They teach without notes just like that. In order to like to play, not the seeds to click in the yard. And then they are called for a concert, and they perform along with combed "conservative" children from good families. And these combed children do not say to them: "You are a fool, you gave us the whole concert." Somehow they, it seems, understands that it was overwhelmed or not is the tenth business.
And I, a child brought up in a completely different system, is only one question in my head:

"What, it was possible?"

Lord, yes! A round -the -world trip of a sailing with a new world record begins with a weekly course on the Optimist boat, where they can not be taken, only if the group ends in the group. Football players of the French national team grow from half -breed sections in poor suburbs, the cost of which does not exceed 150 euros per year for rich and 50 euros for poor families. Airbus engineers learned to simplify fractions at 10 years old, and not at six. And at six, they, along with the whole class, recognized letters and read by syllables in city and rural schools, went on excursions to museums and attended the nursing homes to honor the old people right in academic times. This did not prevent them from making the best planes in the world in the future!

Airbus engineers learned to simplify fractions at 10 years old, and not at six. And at six they, along with the whole class, recognized the letters

And today I went to school cross. He passed in the park next to the school and looked like a cheerful picnic. I was almost not surprised when I saw that the director with the children was doing a warm -up. But then he also ran with them. He fled with tribal kids. Then with five -year planes. Then with seven years, then with third -graders. In high school, when he was noticeably exhausted, a couple of dads joined him from those who always bring children to school on great or come in the form for running. The elders fled next to the kids and shouted the names of the brothers and sisters. Moms fled next to their crying princesses, lagging behind them with the most loud applause. No one stood with a stopwatch, but, starting with seven -year -olds, they calculated the winners, because the winners want medals, and they will receive them. Those who finished, poured juice and handed out sweets. It was a sport because they fled far and quite quickly. But it was also a holiday where everything was the winners: both those who came running first, and those who were the last, but still ran.

Finish; Paramotor flight in the Sumure aero club; on the wall of the fortress Saint-Michel (Normandy); Sunday marathon in La Rocheli Photo: From Personal Archive

Geniuses are not grown here, they grow themselves. And only when it becomes noticeable that they hatch and grow, the system picks them up and takes them to the level where they have a place. And everyone else next to them grows up by people who were taught to enjoy what they are doing. Start, throw, try again. And sometimes it seems to me that it was this skill that gives these people the opportunity to become joyful bus drivers, smiling and polite controllers, funny farmers, pretty cashiers. Do not jump from work to work. Do not want to be Bigbosses. Just live, drive children to numerous circles, apologize to those who pressed your leg.

And no, everything is far from so simple with these French. But the general emotional background, in which life passes here, clearly proves that the traumatic children's experience under the tag #changed their fate in their fate. And from this all somehow ... brighter, or something.

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