Alyosha entered the telephone booth and dialed Slavkin’s number. Busy...
Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth.
But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number.

“I’m listening,” the telephone receiver suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. - I’m listening, who’s talking?
It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself:
- It's me…
The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder.
- Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right?..
Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize.
- How are you doing at school?
“At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha.
The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse.
- You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know.
The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”.
And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize.
The phone was picked up immediately.
- Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them!
“Wounds?..” Alyosha was horrified.
- I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good.
Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver.
In the evening, Alyosha casually and casually asked his father:
- Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”?
- “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the kind of plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it, they called it the “Black Death”.
– And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him?
Father squeezed Alyosha's hand.
- If only my father were alive...
He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died. But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life!
And you just need to call that person.
The old man's voice was almost cheerful.
- Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby?
- Fine! – Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. – How are you, please tell me.
The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs.
- Yes, everything is still the same for me. Things are old people's things.
-Did you see tanks during the war?
- Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it happened once...
The old man’s hoarse voice became clear, young and cheerful, and it began to seem that it was not an elderly man sitting in an empty old man’s apartment, but a combat pilot flying his formidable plane. And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha-Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit...
Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name.
An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day. Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk!.. We should probably at least warn him first...
Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number.
“Is that you?” the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. – I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs?.. Get up, I opened the door. Let's meet, grandson...

Alyosha entered the telephone booth and dialed Slavkin’s number. Busy...
Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth.
But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number.

“I’m listening,” the telephone receiver suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. - I’m listening, who’s talking?
It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself:
- It's me…
The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder.
- Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right?..
Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize.
- How are you doing at school?
“At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha.
The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse.
- You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know.
The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”.
And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize.
The phone was picked up immediately.
- Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them!
“Wounds?..” Alyosha was horrified.
- I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good.
Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver.
In the evening, Alyosha casually and casually asked his father:
- Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”?
- “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the kind of plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it, they called it the “Black Death”.
– And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him?
Father squeezed Alyosha's hand.
- If only my father were alive...
He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died. But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life!
And you just need to call that person.
The old man's voice was almost cheerful.
- Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby?
- Fine! – Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. – How are you, please tell me.
The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs.
- Yes, everything is still the same for me. Things are old people's things.
-Did you see tanks during the war?
- Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it happened once...
The old man’s hoarse voice became clear, young and cheerful, and it began to seem that it was not an elderly man sitting in an empty old man’s apartment, but a combat pilot flying his formidable plane. And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha-Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit...
Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name.
An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day. Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk!.. We should probably at least warn him first...
Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number.
“Is that you?” the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. – I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs?.. Get up, I opened the door. Let's meet, grandson...

Essay Alyosha entered the telephone booth and dialed Slavkin’s number. Busy... Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth. But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number. “I’m listening,” the telephone receiver suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. - I’m listening, who’s talking? It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself: “It’s me...” The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder. - Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right? ... Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize. - How are you doing at school? “At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha. The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse. - You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know. The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”. And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize. The phone was picked up immediately. - Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them! - Wounds? ... - Alyosha was horrified. - I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good. Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver. In the evening, Alyosha, as if by chance, casually asked his father: - Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? - “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it and called it the “Black Death.” - And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him? Father squeezed Alyosha's hand. - If only my father were alive... He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died. But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life! And you just need to call that person. The old man's voice was almost cheerful. - Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby? - Fine! - Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. - How about you, please tell me. The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs. - Yes, everything is still the same for me. Things are old people's things. -Have you seen tanks during the war? - Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it was once... The old man’s hoarse voice became clear, young and cheerful, and it began to seem as if it was not an old man sitting in an empty old man’s apartment, but a combat pilot flying his formidable plane. And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha the Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit... Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name. An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day. Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk! ... We should probably at least warn you first... Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number. - It's you? ... - the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. - I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs? ... Get up, I opened the door. Let's meet, grandson...

Original text

Alyosha entered the telephone booth and dialed Slavkin’s number. ">Busy...
Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth.
But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number.
“I’m listening,” the telephone receiver suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. - I’m listening, who’s talking?
It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself:
- It's me...
The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder.
- Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right?..
Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize.
- How are you doing at school?
“At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha.
The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse.
- You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know.
The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”.
And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize.
The phone was picked up immediately.
- Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them!
“Wounds?..” Alyosha was horrified.
- I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good.
Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver.
In the evening, Alyosha casually and casually asked his father:
- Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”?
- “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the kind of plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it, they called it the “Black Death”.
– And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him?
Father squeezed Alyosha's hand.
- If only my father were alive...
He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died. But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life!
And you just need to call that person.
The old man's voice was almost cheerful.
- Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby?
- Fine! – Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. – How are you, please tell me.
The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs.
- Yes, everything is still the same for me. Things are old people's things.
-Did you see tanks during the war?
- Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it happened once...
The old man’s hoarse voice became clear, young and cheerful, and it began to seem that it was not an elderly man sitting in an empty old man’s apartment, but a combat pilot flying his formidable plane. And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha-Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit...
Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name.
An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day. Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk!.. We should probably at least warn him first...
Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number.
“Is that you?” the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. – I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs?.. Get up, I opened the door. Let's get acquainted, ap">grandson...

Composition

With the onset of old age, people often feel lonely, they lack warmth and love. The elderly especially need attention, support and care. It is precisely how we should treat older people that the writer S.G. makes us think about. Georgiev.
The author examines the problem using an example from Alyosha’s life. The boy, calling an unfamiliar number, contacted the old man, who was waiting to hear from his grandson. S.G. Georgiev emphasizes that at first “the receiver spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice,” and after Alyosha’s answer, the voice “somehow immediately became warmer, became louder.” We understand how dear it is to an old man that he is remembered and cared for. His words are filled with quiet joy, he thanks for such an attitude. The boy realizes the need to support the unfamiliar old man, whom his own grandson forgot. The writer, without a doubt, approves of the hero’s action, who decided to visit his grandfather.
S.G. Georgiev leads the reader to the conclusion that we need to be attentive to older people and not forget about them.
I agree with the author's point of view. Grandchildren and children should surround the elderly with care and love, because they have done so much for us, and we should be grateful to them for that.
To prove the validity of all of the above, I will give the following literary example. Let's remember Ernest Hemingway's story "The Old Man and the Sea", which describes the touching relationship between a boy and an old man, Santiago. The boy does not leave the lonely old man, despite his parents' prohibitions. He takes care of Santiago and supports him in difficult moments of life. The boy loves the old man, feels pity for him, wants to help and treats Santiago with tenderness, warmth and respect.
I will give one more literary argument that shows the good attitude of the granddaughter towards her grandmother. Varya values ​​her dear old lady Anisya; she trusts her personal secrets only to her grandmother, does not neglect her advice, and pays enough attention to her. The girl is grateful to her grandmother for helping her recover.
In conclusion, I would like to emphasize once again that older people especially need our support and attention. They have done so much for their descendants, we need to provide them with a calm, happy old age.

(300 words, published unchanged)

Alyosha entered the telephone booth and dialed Slavkin’s number. Busy...

Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth.

But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number.

It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself:

- It's me…

The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder.

- Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right?..

Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize.

- How are you doing at school?
“At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha.

The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse.

- You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know.

The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”.

And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize.

The phone was picked up immediately.

- Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them!

“Wounds?..” Alyosha was horrified.

- I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good.

Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver.

In the evening, Alyosha casually and casually asked his father:

- Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”?

- “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it and called it “the Black Death.”

– And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him?

Father squeezed Alyosha's hand.

- If only my father were alive...

He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died.

But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life!

And you just need to call that person.
The old man's voice was almost cheerful.

- Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby?

- Fine! – Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. – How are you, please tell me.

The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs.

- Yes, everything is still the same for me. It's an old man's business.

-Did you see tanks during the war?

- Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it happened once...

And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha-Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit...

Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name.

An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day.

Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk!.. We should probably at least warn him first...

Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number.

“Is that you?” the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. – I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs?.. Get up, I opened the door. Let's meet, grandson...