Dawn breaks out in the sky. I make my way along a narrow path through thick rye. Heavy ears touch my face and seem to be going to hold me. A quail fluttered out of the roadside thickets and hid in the rye.
The sun rises, and its rays illuminate the distant fields, coastal bushes near the river. She shines brightly in the sun.
Here is the forest. I expected to pick a lot of berries here and look for mushrooms. My assumptions were justified. Berries literally covered forest glades. It was worth sitting down - you see how the heads of ripe strawberries, boletus boletus, are hiding in the grass.
I wandered through the forest for a long time. With difficulty I dragged home a full basket of sweet berries. During the day my face and hands tanned. After such a walk, it is good to bathe and lie down to rest on fresh hay. (109 words)
The first snow falls in late autumn. He transforms everything around. Fluffy snowflakes gently touch the ground, and she dresses in a dazzling outfit. Paths and roofs of houses turned white. Multi-colored sparks of hoarfrost light up, shine. Leaden water darkens among the whitish coastal thickets.
How beautiful is the white-trunked birch grove! The twigs are covered with flakes, but snowflakes crumble at any touch. In the spruce forest, the snow covered the trees so that you don’t recognize them. The Christmas tree becomes like a fancy snowman. Everywhere you can see traces of forest animals. On the husk of the cones, you can find the squirrel.
In the pre-winter days, one does not sit at home. People of all ages take to the hiking trails. Everyone wants to feel the freshness of the first frost, play snowballs.
"Hello winter!" people say happily. (107 words)
A blizzard broke out in the evening. She made a noise, and the forest was magically transformed.
Snowdrifts shining in the sun are blinding. Winter bewitched the silent hero in coniferous chain mail. Heavy branches of fir trees under the weight of snow almost touch the ground. The titmouse will sit down, but the branch will not flinch.
Tiny fir trees nestled under the birch trees. The blizzard dressed the young shoots in a fancy outfit. From the cold rays of the sun, a snow cover lights up on them. How good they are now!
The blizzard silvered the magnificent hairstyles of the enormous pines. Lush snow caps perched on their tops. Under the pines, the trail of a crafty fox snakes.
In the evening, coniferous darkness frowns in the thicket. Mysterious dusk envelops the distance. In the darkness of moonless nights, you only see birch trees in a dark forest. It is difficult to find a path or even a road here. (111 words)
(Based on the book D. Zueva "Seasons")
Noun
The hives come to life more and more, and now the nectar collectors are already spinning in endless clubs of airy yarn. A sunflower grows at the edge of the road. It attracts bees, but they love linden flowers most of all. In clear weather, the family of these hardworking fidgets collects up to five kilograms of honey. (119 words)
(Based on the book D. Zueva "Seasons")
II
Russian Winter
Here came a big owl and gave a voice. Other owls responded to her. A forest mouse squeaked softly, ran through the snow and hid under a stump in a snowdrift. (112 words)
(By I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Adjective.
The tired summer sun goes to rest below the horizon. A narrow band of light disappears in the west. Fog falls over the smooth surface of a narrow river and envelops a shallow ravine, a sandy shore, low coastal bushes and a light green meadow. The fog thickens, and night dampness descends on the ground.
The first stars light up in the sky. The birds are silent. The nightingale whistled for the last time. Sleepy silence is not broken even by the rustle of leaves. Only sometimes you will see in the dark how a bat will fly by.
The flowers, heavy with dew, shriveled and bowed to the ground. Field ivy folded his parachutes. Impenetrable darkness spreads over the area. A sharp aroma of flowering plants spreads from the ground. At night, their scent is always stronger. Everything in nature is covered with sleep. What a beautiful summer night! (111 words)
The sun begins to bake, but it does not burn the face and shoulders that have already tanned over the summer. Everything around is transformed under its rays. The river sparkled brightly. A light breeze touched the coastal reeds, and they swayed quietly and bent slightly towards the water. (119 words)
July - top of summer
Bad weather is a rare occurrence in this wonderful summer season. Bluish clouds will appear on the clear azure sky, and suddenly a short rain will fall. Puddles will be covered with bubbles, silver drops will sparkle on the leaves and dry immediately. The last small clouds slide over the horizon, and again the immense blue of the majestic sky stretches overhead. Only the foliage shines brighter, the air is hotter.
The July sun on top of his throne. On a windless day, you can't step barefoot on the sandy bank of the river. In the shade of tall trees, motionless reed thickets hide. You don't hear bird voices. Everything went silent. Only the dove groans, but the bee buzzing haunts you all day.
In the forest, black mushrooms look at you from under the soft green grass, chanterelles turn yellow in the coniferous shade. (111 words
Input Diagnostics
autumn
The forest has already shed its leaves. Cloudy days came, but quiet, without wind, real days of late autumn.
On such a dull day, you walk along a forest path among young birches, oaks, aspens, among hazel bushes. You do not hear the birds singing, the rustle of the leaves. Only sometimes a heavy ripe acorn will fall to the ground. Drops of dew from the night mist hung on the bare leaves.
Visible all around. Easy to breathe autumn freshness chest, I want to go further and further along the yellow path from the foliage.
Suddenly, among the foliage you see a motley lump. This bird hit something hard during the flight.
“We must take her home, otherwise the fox will instantly find the bird in the forest and eat it,” I decide.
(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov.)
Tasks.
Option 1 - On bare leaves ...;
Option 2 - Suddenly among the foliage ...
2) Write out three words with different spellings, indicate the conditions for choosing spellings.
3) Analyze any two phrases.
Control dictation on the topic "Repetition of what was studied in grade 5"
The girl jumped out of bed. The house didn't move. The sun shone brightly through the window. Ellie ran to the door, flung it open, and screamed in surprise.
The hurricane brought the house to a land of extraordinary beauty. A green forest spread all around, trees with ripe fruits grew along the edges. The fields were full of pink, white, and blue flowers. Tiny birds, colorful butterflies fluttered in the air.
(A.Volkov.)
1) Parse the sentences:
Option 1 - The girl jumped out of bed.
Option 2 - The sun shone brightly through the window.
3) Perform a morphemic analysis of words:
Option 1 - jumped off;
Option 2 - spread out.
4) Explain the punctuation marks in 7 (1st option) and 8 (2nd option) sentences.
Control dictation on the topic "Word formation"
Overnight stay in the forest
The boys were at the edge of the forest. Some ran to collect firewood, others chopped branches for a hut. The rest sorted things, took out food, bowlers, mugs, spoons.
Meanwhile, the dawn had faded. It was getting dark. Here from the forest are heard cheerful voices. In response, joyful cries of those waiting were heard. Large bundles of brushwood are unloaded in a clearing.
How many hunters make a fire! Children enthusiastically inflate the first sparks of lights. The smoke from the fire spreads in a thick curtain, and soon it flares up. Water gurgled merrily in the pot.
Soon everyone had supper and began to get ready for bed. But they do not forget to push, fight, argue. And you need to rise with the dawn! The command is given: "Everyone sleep!" The camp quickly falls silent.
(102 words)
(According to A. Zuev.)
1) Parse the sentences:
Option 1 - The smoke from the fire spreads in a thick curtain, and soon it flares up.
Option 2 - But they do not forget to push, fight, argue.
2) In any complex sentence mark the grammatical bases.
Option 1 - ran, edible;
Option 2 - had dinner, dawn.
4) Explain the punctuation in the penultimate sentence.
Control dictation on the topic "Vocabulary. Phraseology"
Place of execution
Execution Ground is the oldest architectural monument in Moscow. Initially, it was a rounded brick platform with a wooden fence under a tent canopy on carved pillars. It is located in the center of Troitskaya Square, from the middle of the 17th century it became known as Red Square.
The place of execution played an important role in the spiritual life of the people and the state. From this place, state decrees were announced. Here the people learned about the accession to the throne of kings, about the declaration of war and the conclusion of peace.
The boyars carried the heir to the Execution Ground on the shoulders when he was sixteen years old. And the people saw the future king in order to be able to distinguish him from the impostor.
From the Execution Ground, the patriarchs said prayers. From it, on Palm Sunday, the patriarch distributed the consecrated willow to the tsar, bishops, boyars, roundabout and duma clerks and read the Gospel to the people.
The place of execution was not the place of execution. Executions were carried out nearby on wooden platforms.
(V.Butromeev.)
1) Find obsolete words in the text. Explain the meaning of 2-3 obsolete words.
2) In any complex sentence, mark the grammatical foundations.
3) Execute phonetic analysis words:
Option 1 - boyars;
Option 2 - him.
Final dictation for 1 quarter
Russian forest is good in all seasons: in winter, summer, autumn and spring.
On a quiet winter day, you will go skiing into the forest, breathe and not breathe. White snowdrifts spread under the trees, and over the forest paths, young birches bent like lacy arches under the weight of hoarfrost.
The forest is good in early and late spring, when a stormy life awakens in it. Snow is melting. The voices of birds are heard more and more in the forest. In the forest glades, thawed patches appear, snowdrops grow like a carpet. On the bumps you see strong lingonberry leaves.
You will hear a lot in the spring forest. On the top of a tall spruce, a thrush sings. Fritillaries squeak thinly, cranes fumble in the swamp. Bees buzz over the yellow puffs of the willow. (101 words)
(By I. Sokolov-Mikitov.)
1) Title the text.
2) Parse the sentences:
Option 1 - Russian forest is good in all seasons: in winter, summer, autumn and spring.
Option 2 - On a quiet winter day, you will go skiing into the forest, breathe and not breathe.
3) Perform morphemic and word-formation analysis of words:
Option 1 - spring;
Option 2 - forest.
Control dictation on the topic "Word formation. Spelling"
In adulthood, I have watched the sunrise many times. I met him in the forest, when before dawn the wind passes over the tops, when the black tops of the trees are clearly visible against the sky. There is dew on the grass. A cobweb stretched in the forest sparkles with many sparkles. It smells like resin on a dewy morning. Through the forest thicket you try to make a path to the river.
I saw the sunrise over my native fields, over dense thickets of bushes near the river. Pale stars, a thin sickle of the month are reflected in the transparent mirror of the water. The sun rises to the singing of countless birds and the whisper of reeds. Cool dew in the meadows shines like diamonds. You sit on the shore and wait for the birth of a new day.
(By I. Sokolov-Mikitov.)
1) Title the text.
2) Perform morphemic and word-formation analysis of words:
Option 1 - dewy, cool;
Option 2 - diamond, countless.
3) Write out the words with the spelling "Unstressed vowel checked by stress." Define the spelling. Choose a test word.
Dictation on the topic "Noun"
Russian Winter
Good snowy winters in Russia! Bad weather is replaced by clear days. Deep snowdrifts glisten in the sun, large rivers and small rivers have disappeared under the ice. Winter powdered the earth with a snow coat. The earth is resting, gaining strength.
The winter forest fills with life. Here a woodpecker tapped on a dry tree. Throughout the forest, a forest drummer beats a shot. A hazel grouse will fly by with a noise, a capercaillie will rise from the snow dust. A flock of cheerful crossbills perched on the branches of a spruce. You stand and admire how cleverly they stick their beaks into cones, choose seeds from them. A nimble squirrel jumps from knot to knot.
(By I. Sokolov-Mikitov.)
1) Make a morphological analysis of words:
1 option - bad weather, on a knot;
Option 2 - life, on the branches.
2) Perform a morphemic analysis of words:
Option 1 - river;
Option 2 - squirrel.
3) Parse 3 (Option 1) and 5 (Option 2) sentences.
Control dictation on the topic "Noun"
A ray of sun shone from behind the forest, touched the tops of the trees, found balls of green apples in the foliage. A tremor of light ran through the garden, and the dewdrops on the roadside grass sparkled with diamonds.
The sun flared up, and thick branches of trees flared up like a flame.
The first bee rang in the warm air of the quiet morning. Another followed, then a third. The blue dragonfly sat down on the hive, but the bees are indifferent to the carefree jumper. They don't have time. They make circles over the apiary, choose a direction and fly away to the forests, to the meadows.
The hives come to life more and more, and now the nectar collectors are already spinning in endless clubs of airy yarn. A sunflower grows at the edge of the road. It attracts bees, but they love linden flowers most of all. In clear weather, the family of these hardworking fidgets collects up to five kilograms of honey.
(Based on the book D. Zueva "Seasons")
1) Title the text.
1 option - on the beehive, sunflower;
Option 2 - pickers, (k) jumper.
1 option - a ray;
Option 2 - a bee.
4) Parse 1 (Option 1) and 2 (Option 2) sentences.
The final dictation for the 2nd quarter on the topic "Adjective name"
Last autumn I went to a distant forest lake. It is quiet and light in the forest on a clear autumn day. The leaves have fallen off and do not shade the ground. The wind does not rustle with its crown, and the birds are not heard. They have already flown south. Tree trunks prop up the sky. A soft carpet of dry leaves spreads between them. Rarely come across young oaks.
In such a forest, every sound is heard far away. Whether the hare jumps, the branch crunches, the fallen leaves rustle.
I sat down and watched. Suddenly, a wagon with leaves rolls right at me. "Hedgehog!" - I guessed. - Drags dry leaves into the hole on the litter.
It is very convenient for a hedgehog to collect leaves. He finds a place where there are a lot of them, spreads the needles and rolls, rolls over from side to side. A hedgehog will stand on its paws, but it is not visible under the leaves. So he runs in golden clothes into his hole.
(According to E. Nosov.)
1) Title the text.
2) Make a morphological analysis of words:
1 option - (to) forest (lake);
Option 2 - soft (carpet).
3) Perform a phonetic analysis of words:
Option 1 - the lake;
Option 2 - cart.
4) Perform a punctuation analysis of 10 (1st option) and 13 (2nd option) sentences.
Control dictation on the topic "Adjective name"
In the early summer morning we go fishing. The dawn barely flares up, and nature is still calmly dozing. A milky-white fog spreads in the lowlands. Along a narrow path among the dark green thickets of hazel we make our way to a small river. Dew-covered grass touches our feet. Silver dewdrops shimmer in the rays of the sun.
The river is not wide, but deep enough. Every year its banks are more and more overgrown with reeds and bushes. Algae nailed to the water lie on the sandy shore. The wave gently laps against the sides of the fishing boat.
We climb into the reed thickets and settle down there with fishing rods.
The sun begins to bake, but it does not burn the face and shoulders that have already tanned over the summer. Everything around is transformed under its rays. The river sparkled brightly. A light breeze touched the coastal reeds, and they swayed quietly and bent slightly towards the water.
(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov.)
1) Title the text.
2) Make a morphological analysis of words:
1 option - early (morning), (on) sandy (shore);
Option 2 - fishing (boats), light (breeze).
3) Perform a morphemic analysis of words:
Option 1 - calmly;
Option 2 - silver.
Control dictation on the topic "Numeral name"
The depth of Lake Baikal is 1640 meters. It is the deepest on the planet. It contains one fifth of the world's fresh water. 336 rivers flow into Baikal, and one flows out - the Angara.
More recently, residents of coastal villages calmly drank water directly from the lake. Now it suffers from industrial waste.
The surroundings of Baikal are dressed in winter attire before the lake itself. Already in October, winter coats rocky shores in sparkling snow-white armor and turns firs and giant Siberian cedars into brilliant ice figures.
January frosts cover the lake with thick ice. In places it is up to two meters thick. It looks like an uneven blanket.
In summer, even on a calm day, a squally wind can suddenly fly in, and then the lake becomes an unkind sea.
(According to the book "Encyclopedia of Natural Wonders")
1) Title the text.
2) Make a morphological analysis of words:
1 option - one thousand six hundred and forty;
Option 2 - the fifth part.
3) Perform a morphemic analysis of words:
Option 1 - calmly;
Option 2 - windless.
4) Parse the last sentence.
The final dictation for the 3rd quarter on the topic "Pronoun"
The leaden sky is still frowning, but for a while a ray of the sun breaks through the gaps of the clouds with a sword. Spring is picking up speed.
In the mornings, a slight chill is kept in the lowlands, and on the south side of the hillock, the yellow lights of some plant have already lit up. This is mother and stepmother. You can’t confuse the yellow baskets of her flower with anything.
Here is something flashed in the pink fan of rays. It gently merges with the brilliance of the waters and the remnants of the snow, the transcendental radiance of the sun.
Someone's singing comes from the bushes, like a silver bell is ringing. Oatmeal! In winter, they are lethargic, inconspicuous, but now they are talking in a full voice. Some week will pass, and the roar of the rooks and the songs of the larks will announce the victory of spring. Other birds will return. They will have to overcome many difficulties on the way to their native places, but no obstacles will stop them.
(According to the book "Encyclopedia of Natural Wonders")
1) Title the text.
2) Write out the pronouns, determine their category.
3) Perform a morphemic analysis of words:
Option 1 - calmly;
Option 2 - windless.
4) Parse 2 (Option 1) and 5 (Option 2) sentences of the last paragraph.
Dictation on the topic "Verb"
Throw urgent matters, go out late in the evening to the sandy bank of the river. If you listen for a long time, you will hear incomprehensible rustles, incessant sounds in the reed thickets.
One night I was sitting at my desk. The night was quiet, windless, only some distant sounds were heard from the river. Suddenly, low voices were heard from under the floor. They were like the whispers of chicks that have awakened in the nest. I was seized by a desire to understand who was talking under the floor. Then I guessed that I heard the fuss of hedgehogs.
Hedgehogs are useful little animals. They do not harm anyone, they are not afraid of anyone, they destroy harmful insects, they fight mice. For the winter, hedgehogs fall asleep. Their small lairs are covered with snowdrifts, and they calmly sleep in them all winter.
(By I. Sokolov-Mikitov.)
1) Title the text.
2) Graphically explain the spellings -tsya (-tsya) in the verb that occur in this text ..
3) Make a morphological analysis of words:
Option 1 - hear;
Option 2 - they heard.
4) Outline 1 sentence of the last paragraph.
Control dictation on the topic "Verb"
In winter, hares feed on tree bark. During the night they make a deep track in the snow. If the hare walked straight, he would be immediately caught. Cowardice saves the oblique. He fearlessly walks through the fields and forests at night and lays straight tracks. When morning comes, he rushes from side to side with fear. It will jump forward, be frightened of something and run back in its wake. If he hears some rustling, he will jump to the side with all his might and gallop further from the previous track. If something hits, the oblique will again turn back and head to the side. When it gets lighter, it lies down in the snow.
In the morning, the hunters make out the hare tracks, get confused in them and are surprised at the cunning of the slanting one. And he does not think to be cunning. He's just afraid of everything.
(By L. Tolstoy)
1) Title the text.
2) Make a morphological analysis of words:
Option 1 - would be caught, brightens;
Option 2 - I would go, I'm afraid.
4) Outline 3 sentences of the first paragraph.
Final dictation for the 6th grade course
In the reflections of the evening dawn one can see the jagged palisade of fir trees. Twilight falls, and everything disappears into the darkness of the night.
But then the moon peeps out and drives the darkness into the thicket with soft light, floods a small clearing with a silver glow. Nothing breaks the silence.
Suddenly the snow crunched under someone's heavy feet. It's a smoky gray moose pacing. He calmly makes his way to the aspen and grabs the fragrant needles with his white-lipped mouth, snorts.
A white hare galloped up, nestled under a low, but branchy Christmas tree. Aspen interfered with the moose, he waved his head, and a branch broke off with a crack. The bunny perked up, rose gracefully on its hind legs. Appetizing twig attracts him. Hares always pick up aspen shoots for moose.
An elk stands among the snows shining from the moonlight, chewing on pine needles, and next to him a hare gnaws on an elk gift. The bitterness of the aspen is sweeter than sugar.
(By D. Zuev.)
1) Title the text.
2) Perform a phonetic analysis of words:
Option 1 - firs;
Option 2 - aspen.
3) Perform a morphological analysis
Option 1 - any noun;
Option 2 - any adjective.
4) Parse
Option 1 - any compound sentence;
Option 2 - any complicated sentence.
2. Control of the formation of linguistic analysis skills.
During the classes
I. Organizational moment.
In the morning, the participants of the campaign set off again, hoping to climb to the top of the mountain today. * It is low, but with four ledges.
A barely perceptible winding path winds along the bank of a narrow mountain stream, originating at the glacier, and then abruptly climbs to the left. Travelers struggle to overcome the steep ascent.
The path winds around chaotic heaps of stones that complicate the path.** These obstacles also have to be overcome. Thickets of wild raspberries dotted with unripe berries also interfere. Its thorny branches cling to backpacks and clothes.
Here is the top, here tourists settle down for rest. From here a wonderful panorama opens up. To the left of the foot of the mountain lies a valley covered with a dark green forest. In some places the mirrors of small lakes gleam in the sun. For thousands of years, their shores were overgrown with dense vegetation. To the right stretches an endless chain of hills, completely covered with greenery.
All day long, tourists enjoyed the beauty of the mountains, sunbathed, sang songs to the accompaniment of a guitar. Only in the evening, afraid of getting lost in the dark, did they return to the path leading to the camp, sharing their impressions of the campaign.
Grammar task.
I option II option
Purpose: to test the ability of students to maintain the style of the text, its structure, theme and main idea when retelling.
Lesson No. 28 Test No. 3. Control dictation with a grammar task.
I woke up and opened my eyes. The night was bright, cloudy, white. The same movement pushed me and the sledge. Ignashka sat sideways and patted his feet. The harness horse, with its neck stretched out and raised low, ran at a trot through the deep snow. The snow swirled everywhere: in front, behind, on the sides, fell asleep on the runners, on the legs of the horses, and from above fell on the collars and hats. The wind played with the collar, the hollow coat, the mane of the horse and howled over the arc and in the shafts.
It became terribly cold, and frosty dry snow, whirling, stuffed into the mouth, into the nose and jumped on the neck. Ignaška constantly twitched the reins, shouted and clapped his feet. The bell rang just as strangely. The horses snored, but ran, stumbling more and more often. Ignashka jumped up again, waved his mitten, and sang in a thin, tense voice. Without finishing the song, he stopped the troika, threw the reins on the front of the sleigh and disappeared. The wind howled furiously. Snow, as if from a scoop, fell on the floors of a fur coat.
grammar task
1. Write out from the text a verb with a direct object (var. 1) and a noun with an inconsistent definition (var. 2).
2. Write down three phrases with different types of communication. Please indicate the method of communication.
3. Make a syntactic analysis of the sentence: 1 var: Draw horse ... ..; 2 var: The wind played with a collar ...
4. Graphically explain the setting of the colon in the sentence of the first paragraph.
Option 2
In the animal world, we have likes and dislikes. Nobody likes crocodiles. This huge pangolin has a small brain, but powerful jaws and a muscular tail, a blow from which can break the legs of an adult antelope.
The crocodile is a skilled hunter. For hours he can lie in the water, sticking out only his nostrils and bulging eyes to the surface. As soon as someone approaches a watering place, having lost his vigilance from thirst, he instantly rushes to the victim; in Africa, it is most often antelopes.
The size of the crocodile's prey is not at all embarrassing. ** On land, he does not kill her, but drags her into the water and drowns her. The predator will not immediately tear the victim, but will place it behind a snag or in a cave dug for this in the shore or under water, and wait until the prey is "wet".
The stomach of a crocodile is an infernal chemical plant that digests wool, horns, and hooves. *Even iron hooks are gradually corroded in his stomach, as in acid.
Crocodile does not avoid sushi. His favorite pastime is to bask on the sandy shore of the reservoir. In case of obvious danger, he rushes into the water, bending his body, throwing forward his hind legs. Here he is the master.
(According to V. Peskov)
Grammar task.
1. Parsing + characterization + write out phrases
1st option * 2nd option **
2. Graphically explain the punctuation marks in the 1st, 2nd sentences of the 2nd paragraph, the 1st sentence of the 4th paragraph, the 2nd, 3rd sentences of the 5th paragraph.
1) Underline, inscription, predicates of different types.
2) Underline all the circumstances in the sentences
Lesson #59Control work No. 7. Dictation.
Purpose: to identify the level of assimilation of the topic, to continue the formation of literate writing skills
spring morning
Early spring morning, cool and dewy. Not a cloud in the sky. Only in the east are still crowding, pale and melting with every minute, gray predawn clouds. The whole boundless expanse of the steppe seems to be showered with fine golden dust.
In the dense lush grass, diamonds of large dew tremble, shimmering and flashing with multi-colored lights. The steppe is cheerfully full of flowers: modest blue bells, white fragrant daisies, wild carnations, burning with crimson spots. In the morning coolness, the bitter healthy smell of wormwood is poured, mixed with a gentle, almond-like aroma of dodder.
Everything shines, and basks, and joyfully reaches for the gentle sun.
Somewhere in the deep and narrow beams still lie, reminiscent of the bygone night, wet bluish shadows. High in the air, larks tremble and ring. The indefatigable grasshoppers have long ago raised their hurried, dry chatter. The steppe woke up, came to life, and it seems that it breathes deep, even, powerful sighs.
According to A. Kuprin
Lesson #71 Control work No. 9. Test.
Exercise 238 - write off the text, arranging it according to the rules of Russian spelling and punctuation.
Lesson No. 82 Test No. 11. Dictation
Purpose: to identify the level of assimilation of the topic, to continue the formation of literate writing skills
About three hours ago, the water was far away, behind an old boat lying upside down on the shore. Now it was uplifted and rocked by the tide. The whole river was rushing somewhere, foaming across its entire width and splashing almost to my very feet. In half an hour I would be in the water. The river has obviously surged. The frisky jets ran, pushed, whirled, curled up in funnels, developed again and ran further. Shreds of yellowish-white foam rushed along the entire river. Along the banks, green burdock, seized by water, stretched out of it, waving its tops that had not yet sunk. Willows, young oak forests and willows curled merrily on the other bank. Behind them, dark firs were drawn with a jagged line, then majestic pines towered. In the clearing, boards, fresh logs and log cabins were white, and a few fathoms from them the tops of sunken bridges protruded from the water. And this whole peaceful landscape, overflowing with the rustling, splashing and ringing of a violent river, seemed to come to life before my eyes. Playful streams splashed, the rustle stood all over the river from bursting fluffy shreds of foam. And it seemed to me that once I had already seen all this: a river with curly banks, and a simple village church above the steep, and a hut.
By V. Korolenko
Lesson No. 000 Final test. Dictation
Purpose: to identify the level of assimilation of the topic; continue developing literate writing skills
It was already the beginning of June, when Prince Andrei, returning home, drove again into that birch grove in which this old, gnarled oak struck him so strangely and memorable.
The bells rang even more muffled in the forest than a month and a half ago. Everything was full, shady and dense. And the young firs, scattered throughout the forest, did not disturb the general beauty and, maintaining the general mood, gently greened with fluffy young shoots.
“Yes, here, in this forest, there was this oak, with which we agreed,” thought Prince Andrei. "Yes, where is he?" - thought Prince Andrei again, looking at the left side of the road and, without knowing it, without recognizing him, admired the oak he was looking for. The old oak, all transformed, spread out like a tent of juicy, dark greenery, was thrilled, slightly swaying in the rays of the evening sun. No clumsy fingers, no sores, no old mistrust and grief - nothing was visible. Juicy, young leaves broke through the tough hundred-year-old bark without knots, so that it was impossible to believe that this old man had produced them. “Yes, this is the same oak tree,” thought Prince Andrei, and suddenly a spring feeling of joy and renewal suddenly found itself in him.
School Olympiad in Russian
9th grade 2009
Dictation
Blizzard
We drove for a long time, but the blizzard did not weaken, but, on the contrary, seemed to intensify. The day was windy, and even downwind it was felt
as incessantly buzzing into some well from below. My legs began to stiffen, and I tried in vain with my stiff fingers to throw something on top of them.
Every now and then the coachman turned his weather-beaten face towards me, with reddened eyes and droopy eyelashes, and shouted something, but I couldn't make out what.
He probably tried to cheer me up, as he counted on the speedy end of the journey, but his calculations did not materialize, and we wandered in the darkness for a long time.
Even at the station, he assured me that you can always get used to the winds, only I, a southerner and a homebody, endured these inconveniences of my journey, to be honest,
with difficulty, and a lot. I couldn't help but feel that the journey I had made was not at all safe. By evening, the snowstorm subsided, but the darkness impenetrable in the field is also a gloomy picture. The horses seemed to be in a hurry, and the silver bells jingled on the arc. It was impossible to get out of the sleigh: the snow piled on
half an arshin, the sleigh continuously drove into a snowdrift. I waited with difficulty until we finally arrived at the inn. Hospitable hosts nursed us for a long time:
rubbed, heated, regaled with vodka and tea, which, by the way, they drink here so hot that I burned my tongue, however, this is not at all
it did not prevent us from talking in a friendly way, as if we had known each other for a century. An irresistible slumber, inspired by warmth and satiety, of course, drove us to sleep, and I,
placing his felted boots on the heated stove, he lay down and fell asleep like a log. The next morning, the hosts fed the uninvited guests both dried venison and shot
New churches appeared every year, and there was clearly not enough books.
The book could be bought at auction, from wandering monks. But the price of a good book was high. Sometimes you could buy a whole house for it. And all these prices
increased while the books were made by hand.
In addition, a certain place had to be allotted for book publishing: after all, it was necessary to achieve uniformity in the rewritten works, they had to be
all the same, and discrepancies in them were a great evil. Ivan Fedorov understood this very well, and he dreamed of organizing book printing in Moscow, as it was
from the Polish and Lithuanian kings.
1. Determine the main idea of the text.
3. Specify style features.
4. Determine the type of speech.
1. Write down the words in which two vowels stand side by side. Fauna, entrant, air mail, living room, difference, initials, loaf, rubber, more beautiful, meridian.
2. Put the stress on the following words.
Pamper, plumbing, utterly, miserable, embittered.
3. In which word does the letter b not serve to soften the preceding consonant?
Less, wrestling, herring, sawyer, sick, boy, rush.
4. Choose a Russian synonym for each of the borrowed words.
Show, positive, argument, sanction, dominate.
5. Determine whether adjectives otherworldly, tripod are formed in one or different ways. Justify your answer.
6. Highlight the roots of words. What are the names of roots that are spelled and pronounced the same, but have different meanings.
Water-driver-factory, food-squeak.
7. Correct the errors in the following sentences.
1) Classes are held according to the schedule.
2) This stadium is located thirty minutes from the city.
3) It's no secret that Sergei writes poetry.
4) Confidence in victory helped us.
8. Arrange punctuation marks (if necessary).
1) Sugar-white sandbanks, going under water, acquired the color of pure gold.
2) Already the verses sang like a violin, but suddenly on the road, as if from under the ground, an equestrian detachment grew up and blocked the path.
4) This girl is like a holiday!
5) I looked as if spellbound.
6) The head is cut like a boy's.
9. Indicate what part of speech is the word WHAT in sentences:
1) How many times have they told the world,
That flattery is vile, harmful;
But it's just not all right.
2) Do you want to know what I did
At will? Lived...
3) I came to you with greetings,
Say that the sun has risen.
10. Write down the nouns female choosing adjectives for them.
Jury, show, highway, silhouette, scarf, sorrel, kohlrabi, avenue, hummingbird.
11. Explain the meaning of phraseological units.
Filkin's diploma, grated kalach.
12. Which of the following words are etymological relatives? Justify your answer.
Mouth, oral, fatigue.
Write an essay-miniature on the topic "Teacher".
School Olympiad in Russian in the 9th grade.
Key.
1 round
Dictation score - 10 points. For a spelling error, 1 point is deducted, for punctuation - 0.5 points.
2) The style is journalistic.
3) The goal is to state the reasons why the need for printing is ripe. The text is logical, full of obsolete words.
4) By type, this text is reasoning.
For a correctly completed task - 2 points (0.5 for each task)
3 round
1) Fauna, air mail, initials, rubber, meridian (0.2 points each) - 1 point.
2).
3) rush - 0.5 points
4) show-spectacle
sanction, permission
positive-positive
dominate - dominate
argument, proof
(0.5 points per word) 2.5 points in total
5) Words are formed in one way - by adding the bases (for the method 0.5 points + 0.5 points for parsing each word) -1.5 points
6) The phenomenon when the root of the words is the same, but the meaning of the words is different, is called the homonymy of the roots (for each root 0.2 points + 0.5 for the phenomenon) -1.5 points
7.1) Classes are held according to the schedule.
2) This stadium is located thirty minutes from the city.
3) It's no secret that Sergei writes poetry.
4) Confidence in victory helped us.
(1 point for each sentence) -4 points
8.1) White, like sugar, sandbanks, going under water, acquired the color of pure gold.
2) The verses were already singing like a violin, but suddenly on the road, as if from under the ground, an equestrian detachment sprang up and blocked the path.
3) The received answer was considered as consent.
4) This girl is like a holiday!
5) I looked as if spellbound.
6) The head is cut like a boy's.
(0.5 points for each sentence) -3 points
9.1) Union
2) pronoun
(for o.5 points) -1.5 points
10. kohlrabi-delicious, hummingbird-small, avenue-wide (0.5 points each) -1.5 points
11. filkina letter - a document that has no power; grated kalach - an experienced person who is difficult to deceive (0.5 points each) -1 point
12. Mouth - lips. (0.5 points each) -1 point
MAXIMUM SCORE FOR TASKS - 20 POINTS
EVALUATION CRITERIA
1. Depth and independence of understanding the problem - 1 point
2. The validity of the use of literary material - 1 point
3. Consistency and consistency of presentation - 1 point
4. correct literary language, stylistic correspondence of the content - 1 point
5. the ability to draw conclusions and generalizations - 1 point
6. Following the norms of speech (spelling - 1 point; grammar - 1 point; punctuation - 1 point) - 3 points
total 8 points
MAXIMUM SCORE FOR THE OLYMPIAD 40 POINTS
Control dictation on the topic:
IN 1
Beautiful autumn park. A crimson blizzard sweeps along its paths. The alley woven with fallen leaves goes into the distance4 . The white-trunked structure of birch trees is quiet, there are few leaves left on their thin branches, but each one trembles, shimmers, sparkles.
And aside from the alley - silvery spruces. The ends of their paws have already turned gray, with all their appearance they make it clear that they are ready for winter.
And the hawthorn bushes, like peddlers at a fair, hung their goods - large red berries.
4 . They, shimmering with gold and bronze, spread soft carpets under them and, together with the wind, decorate nearby fir trees with their leaves, as if trying on their New Year's outfit.
Clean and transparent air. Sounds can be heard far away, voices are distinctly heard.
Grammar tasks
1 Underline the grammatical bases in the sentences with a simple verb and a compound verb predicate. (1 - 2 for each type).
1 option
The alley woven with fallen leaves goes into the distance4 .
Option 2
But young maples and oaks understand and feel autumn best of all.4 .
Control dictation on the topic:
"Simple sentence. Minor Members"
IN 2
Autumn is the time of nature's withering, when it flares up with the last bright colors.
Gold of all shades on the trees, gold on the grass, gold reflected in the stagnant waters of a narrow river. Silence. No sound, no wind. Even a light cloud froze in the sky.
This nature was depicted by the landscape painter Levitan in his painting “ gold autumn". It attracts us with the harmony of colors, and at the same time, this poetic picture of the sorceress-autumn is fanned with a slight sadness. Solemn, serene nature on this quiet day, but it is already fading. The cold mischievous wind is about to blow, and then the trees will drop their last festive attire.
Looking at the canvas, written by the hand of a great master, we involuntarily penetrate into inner world the artist himself. After all, observing and studying nature, a true master of the brush tries to catch in her life the moment closest and dear to his heart and reflect it in his work. (132 words)
(ByO. Tuberovskaya)
Grammar tasks
Underline the grammatical bases in the sentences with a simple verb and a compound verb predicate. (1 - 2 for each type).
2. In the 1st paragraph, mark the unstressed vowels in the root.
3. Parse the sentence:
1 option
Autumn is the time of nature's withering, when it flares up with the last bright colors.
Option 2
Solemn, serene nature on this quiet day, but it is already fading.
Scheme of analysis of the control dictation No. 1
Presentation on theme: "A Simple Proposal. Minor Members"
| In class _________ student | |
| Results of work: | |
| Wrote a dictation | |
| "5" - ______ student | "5" - ______ student |
| "4" - _________ student | "4" - _________ student |
| "3" - _________ student | "3" - _________ student |
| "2" - _________ student | "2" - _________ student |
| "1" - _________ student | "1" - _________ student |
| Note | Note |
Dash in simple sentence _________ people
Comma in participle turnover ____ people
In the definition of a simple and compound verbal predicate __________ people
In the designation of an unstressed vowel at the root ____________ people
In the syntactic analysis of the sentence __________ people
Control dictation No. 2
IN 1
Love the birds and animals that live with us on Earth. After all, in everything huge space world there are no more such birds, such animals and such plants. There may be others, but there aren't. That is why, probably, meeting with them always brings joy and new impressions.
If you are an artist, you will see new color combinations. If a musician, you will hear new sounds. The sculptor will be amazed by the perfection and beauty of the form. But such meetings should be especially joyful and interesting for you guys. How many discoveries they bring to you! And with each such meeting, the horizon will expand wider and wider, as if you are climbing a high mountain.
To make such meetings pleasant, be friends with the forest. The forest opens only to its friends. He meets strangers unfriendly and tries to annoy them. His green eyes see everything, tenacious green hands reach everything.
Finding the forest is easy. You just have to try to see how the trees smile at the sun. Hear how the bushes and herbs ask for a drink. Understand what birds and animals are talking about.
The hunt for secrets is a joyful hunt.
Grammar tasks
find 2 one-part sentences, indicate their type (o\l, n\l, b\l, n)
Disassemble by composition: living, move apart, annoy.
3. Disassemble by members (underlining) one- and two-part sentences.
Indicate what parts of speech the parts of the sentence are expressed.
Control dictation No. 2
IN 2
"Single-piece and incomplete sentences»
Autumn on Prorva.
The old riverbed of the Oka. It is called Provera. The shores here are completely covered with alder, wild rose, blackberry. Nowhere have I seen such burdocks, thorns, huge puffball mushrooms.
Dense thickets of grasses approach the water itself like an elastic wall, and it is often impossible to land on the shore from a boat.
I love these remote places and every autumn I spend several weeks here. I'm setting up a tent. It's warm and dry. In the evening, by the light of a lantern, I even read, but not for long. There's too much interference on Prorva.
Either a bird will cry behind a bush, or a pood fish will strike with its tail, or a willow twig will deafeningly shoot in a bush.
The glow begins to flare up, and the gloomy moon rises over the expanses of the evening earth.
The autumn night stretches slowly, it has no end.
By dawn, a light frost burns the face. In the east, dawn is poured with a quiet light.
The air is clean and cool. It smells of grassy freshness and sedge.
Grammar tasks
Find 2-3 one-part sentences in the text (including those that are part of a complex sentence), determine the type of these sentences.
Do a syntactic analysis of the predicates:
1 option - in the offerThere's too much interference on Prorva.
Option 2 - in the offerThe air is clean and cool.
Write out one word from the dictation with an unstressed vowel, stress-checked, unchecked, alternating.
Break down the words:dawn, flare up
Scheme of analysis of the control dictation No. 2
on the topic: "One-part and incomplete sentences"
Grade 8 Date _____________________
| In class _________ student | |
| Wrote a dictation __________ student | |
| Results of work: | |
| Wrote a dictation | Completed the grammar task |
| "5" - ______ student | "5" - ______ student |
| "4" - _________ student | "4" - _________ student |
| "3" - _________ student | "3" - _________ student |
| "2" - _________ student | "2" - _________ student |
| "1" - _________ student | "1" - _________ student |
| Note | Note |
In the dictation, errors were made on the following rules:
Checked unstressed words at the root of _______ people.
Unchecked vowels and consonants ___________ people
Checked consonants in the root of the word __________ people
Unpronounceable consonants at the root of the word ________ people
Separating b, b ________________ people
Separate spelling of prepositions with other words
Letters i, u, a after hissing ____________ people
Using ь at the end of nouns after hissing ____ people
A comma in a complex sentence _____ people
The following errors were made in the grammar task:
In determining the type of a simple one-part sentence _________ people
In the designation of words with an unstressed vowel, checked by stress, unchecked, alternating ____________ people
In the syntactic analysis of the predicate __________ people
In the analysis of words by composition _____________ people
Control dictation No. 3
"Sentences with homogeneous members"
IN 1
Everything: both day and nature is magnificent. The sun does not bake, but only warms and paints the yellowing and reddening greens of the forest in infinitely different colors. Trees from top to bottom are studded with colorful leaves: yellow, orange, reddish and bright red. Quiet all around: in the depths of the forest, in the clearing. One can only hear how a yellow leaf, having separated from a branch that no longer feeds it with its juices, falls and touches other leaves that have not yet fallen, but have already turned yellow. They cover the whole earth.
Where have the birds gone, singing from dawn to dusk? Everything passed, froze, as this rustle from a falling leaf fades. Birds fly high in the blue sky in a long broken line. And the birds, and the autumn dialect of nature, and dreams go into the irrevocable past. The birds return again, and the spring dialect of nature, but it will not be that dialect, not those birds. And dreams do not return. (130 words)
(ByD. Mordovtseva)
grammar task
Draw a proposal diagram:
Everything: both the day and nature are magnificent. - 1c,
Trees from top to bottom are studded with colorful leaves: yellow, orange, reddish and bright red. - 2v
Underline the grammatical basis in sentences
They cover the whole earth. - 1v
And dreams do not return. - 2v
Explain punctuation marks in sentences:
Where have the birds gone, singing from dawn to dusk?
Scheme of analysis of the control dictation No. 3
on the topic: "Homogeneous members of the proposal"
Grade 8 Date _____________________
| In class _________ student | |
| Wrote a dictation __________ student | |
| Results of work: | |
| Wrote a dictation | Completed the grammar task |
| "5" - ______ student | "5" - ______ student |
| "4" - _________ student | "4" - _________ student |
| "3" - _________ student | "3" - _________ student |
| "2" - _________ student | "2" - _________ student |
| "1" - _________ student | "1" - _________ student |
| Note | Note |
In the dictation, errors were made on the following rules:
Checked unstressed words at the root of _______ people.
Unchecked vowels and consonants ___________ people
Checked consonants in the root of the word __________ people
Separate spelling of prepositions with other words
Letters and, y, and after hissing ____________ people
A comma in a complex sentence _____ people
Comma at homogeneous members ____ people
Comma with participial turnover ____ people
The following errors were made in the grammar task:
In the proposal scheme _________ people
In highlighting the grammatical basis ______ people
When explaining the punctuation marks in a sentence with participial turnover _____________ people
Control dictation No. 4
on the topic: "Separate members"
IN 1
Vasily Polenov, one of the most popular Russian artists, created paintings that have become the favorite representatives of many generations. Such well-known paintings as "Moscow Yard", "Grandmother's Garden", "Overgrown Pond" brought him universal recognition. These canvases, filled with subtle lyricism, attract with their simplicity and truthfulness.
Polenov was distinguished by an amazing versatility of interests. An outstanding architect, musician and composer, he also had vocal talent, tried himself on the amateur stage as an actor, and was a talented teacher.
The breadth of Polenov's views, which allowed him to easily enter into different areas of art, was laid down in childhood. His mother is an amateur artist, his father is a famous archaeologist, a passionate lover and connoisseur of art. The artist later recalled with warmth the atmosphere of admiration for educated people that reigned in the Polenovs' house.
From early childhood, the boy was instilled with a love of nature. Already the first sketches made by a sixteen-year-old boy during a trip to the ancient Russian cities testified to the talent of the future artist. (132 words.)(According to E. Patson.)
Grammar tasks.
1 Disassemble by composition:
filled made
brought attract
truthfulness
2. Explain graphically punctuation marks:
Such well-known paintings as "Moscow Yard", "Grandmother's Garden", "Overgrown Pond" brought him universal recognition.
These canvases, filled with subtle lyricism, attract with their simplicity and truthfulness.
3. Perform a syntactic analysis of the sentence with a separate definition.
Control dictation No. 4
For an hour we drove from the station through the woods along a narrow path winding among fresh, wild growths of hazel. On the sides of the little-traveled road, in the semi-darkness, the restrained whisper of leaves was heard, each twig crackling under the horse's hoof. The clicking of nightingales was distinctly heard, and a restless cuckoo cuckooed muffledly and persistently in the distance. A gray hare jumped out of the thicket and frantically rushed to his heels. Because of the turn in the road, a patrolman appeared, who directed us along the nearest clearing to the forester's lodge. The forest stood all around in a thick, impenetrable thicket. A house is visible across the field. And here is his owner. It was still early in the morning, but Erofeich, a local professional forester, was still on his feet. In one of the battles near Tsaritsyn, he lost his leg and now jumped on his piece of wood around every bush. Every step he took with great difficulty. But he did an excellent job of running his simple household. At our meeting, he pours water into a pot with a ladle, under which a nimble fire flares up in an earthen stove. We said hello and sat down to wait for dinner. It can be seen that the uninvited guests touched him very much. Soon the icy water began to boil in the pot. When the fish soup was ready, the old man took the pot off the fire and invited us to the table. We had supper in a clearing lit by a shining moon reflected in the mirror of a small pond. The restless little dog Krutik with a sonorous bark rushed here and there. A huge green frog was sitting on a slippery, dilapidated keg and, unblinking, looked at us. The old man, however, settled down on the threshold and slowly rubbed leaf tobacco on his palm. Lighting his pipe, he leaned on his arm and sang a song full of soulful feeling. And the night, windless and calm, shone in the distance.
In the woods
We are students- wordsmiths, more and more clone I'm off my mind enn wow in advance route, not hastily drove along not ridden for a long time rut, from in and waving among the shallow undergrowth pines I ka . away heard on rast shimmering restrained rustle and blue-purple shadows like on the sly, fanned forest at quirky dragging. And twig, and acorn, and hung dewy grass - everything crackled under the hoof forged skillful horse master. The trees grew interspersed so thick that it seemed as if rises up by no means a small wall of trunks. Decayed trees, apparently nowhere was to fall and they stood, oh feast climbing on neighboring trunks, corroded beetles- bark beetles. For several hundred kilometers stretched this forest, unvisited for r poison years. how not marvel at the greatness of such a giant! None other than us, could not appreciate it. Here Imagine. Silence in the forest. When you drive through it neighborhood then listen to each unclear rustle: whistle hazel grouse in spruce forest, frightened hare cry nearby, crunch pecked cones not far away. None other than the fearless hares calmly walk in front of the nose laden something machines, and if sharply whistle they, not remembering themselves, immediately start run away. Up will not see sad gray sky: it closes not yet fallen needles. When for the first time behind bir go to such untrodden taiga, it seems that pre a huge giant collected from all groves trees, counting move them into a single forest array.
not ridden taiga, a lot in it unknown places, but people still in spite of what, furious the pace of alive yut her.
In the woods
With inexplicable joy, you later recall your childhood years spent in an old landowner's house. You wake up in your cozy bedroom in a light reed bed in the morning dawn from a shepherd's horn. The first ray of sun gilds the tiled stove, the newly painted walls, hung with pictures on themes from children's fairy tales. The dewy freshness of early cherry blossoms explodes through the wide open window. A low house, hunched over, grows into the ground, and above it the lilacs are still blooming wildly, as if in a hurry to cover its squalor with their white-purple luxury. On wooden steps, rotten from time to time and swaying underfoot, you go down to bathe to a river located near the house, not wide, but deep, during which there are many meanders. Flocks of silver fish slowly pass in the greenish, transparent water. A huge green frog sits on an old, dilapidated barrel, rolled out of the cellar, watching the sunbeams playing on the ash-gray plank walls of the bath. The glass door leading from the terrace is ajar. On a wide table in a simple earthenware pot, there is a magnificent bouquet of freshly plucked flowers that have not yet blossomed. Nearby, on a snow-white napkin, there is a plate of honey, over which bright golden toiling bees curl with an even buzz. How easy it is to breathe on a wonderful morning on the eve of summer! What can you give for these unforgettable hours!
IN THE ARCTIC
Nothing but the North Pole has long attracted scientists. But for centuries, no one has been to the North Pole, and no one has truly studied it. Some of the polar explorers, however, made a trip to the pole and failed to reach it, but, having not stayed there for two days, returned to the mainland. Someone disappeared without a trace in the harsh lands that have not been studied for centuries. Some travelers, having met with obstacles, returned from the Arctic with almost nothing and did not enrich science in any way, and went there not some famous people. None other than the brave Norwegian traveler Amundsen strove there, but he could only fly over the pole in an airship. Not a single state expressed a desire to help the researchers and did not support them in any way. They had no one to count on, no one to find the funds necessary for the development of science about the Arctic, and as a result, for several decades, no one could master the North Pole. In 1937, the scientist Otto Schmidt decided to master the North Pole at all costs. He led a polar expedition, the significance of which is grandiose, there is nothing to compare him with. Where there used to be a dead ice desert, now polar stations are conducting scientific work.
PAPER
Where do you not meet such an ordinary thing as paper? Without it, our life is completely unthinkable. But there was a time when people did without it. Clay and waxed plates, birch bark and silk strips, leveled boards, which were once used for writing, were inconvenient. And now they are replaced by paper. Invented by an unknown craftsman in China, traditionally isolated from the rest of the world, paper was first made in strict secrecy. Bamboo, soaked in water for a long time, was boiled until it turned into a loose mass. Diluted with water and well mixed, the paper was then bleached in the sun. Dried and pressed, ‘this paper was of poor quality. At a modern plant, high-quality paper is obtained from hardwood and softwood. Crushed, impregnated with a special composition, boiled at a special temperature, tree trunks must be turned into a fluid mass. Then knots that have not yet fully boiled are isolated from it, and it is almost ready. The structure of paper is special: it consists of fibers densely intertwined and closely linked to each other. In our age of scientific and technological progress, materials more convenient than ordinary paper have already been found. Almost indistinguishable from it in appearance, but not burning in the fire, not decomposing, not absorbing moisture, the new paper becomes a true miracle. Long buried in the ground, it remains the same and does not lose its strength.
Anniversary
Numerous of her students came to honor their teacher on the day of her seventieth birthday. Sergey Spitsyn, post-graduate student of the Moscow Order of Lenin, arrived state university named after M.V. Lomonosov. He had not been to his hometown for eleven years. Olga Kuzminichna remembered him as a boy and was amazed to see him now handsome and strong. There was no end to the questions. It turned out that Sergei was a member of the Great Patriotic War, an artilleryman, then, as a war correspondent, he visited many sectors of the front and was awarded a high award. Soon Sergei found his peers in his hometown. He expected that in the pre-anniversary days many of them would be at home, and his calculations were justified. And now, in the front garden near the two-story light gray school building, the still friendly company gathered. For a long time, it seems, there were endless discussions about choosing a profession in the bright school corridors, and sixteen-year-old Misha dreamed of becoming a bricklayer. Now the dreams have come true. Freckled Tolya Pcholkin, a smart boy, became a doctor in the hospital, and little Shurik, nicknamed the Hedgehog for his disheveled bangs, became the director of a repair and technical station. The white-headed restless girl Nina Peskaryova is now a skilled cook, and Valya Tsyganova is a notorious musician-accompanist in the city. There are also engineers, workers in all branches of industry. Now they all came to their home school to greet their best friend, the old teacher. The members of the presidium were seated at a table covered with a red cloth and lined with flowers. To loud applause, the mayor of the city congratulated the hero of the day and presented numerous orders and gifts.
IN THE VILLAGE
Last summer I had to visit the Urals, in a small village, lost in a dense mixed forest that stretches for many kilometers. The village was small, but so cheerful and lively, as if festive. At the very entrance to the village, you are greeted by the noise of a sawmill that does not subside day or night. There are stacked beams, unsawn logs, and many heaps of sawdust that have not yet settled down turn yellow. And around the village, the discordant bird noise does not stop for a minute. What does this green hero-forest not give a person! Whatever you take on, everything is somehow connected with the forest. Skillful local woodworkers make a lot of things, for example: polished wooden furniture, wrought iron chests, plank barrels, sledge sledges. It is worth delving into a deserted, it would seem, pine forest, and you will immediately see short-haired boyish heads in summer, hear a melodious girlish roll call. These are mushroom pickers and berry pickers. In a dense, impassable thicket, you may encounter a gloomy old man who does not need companions, who, in the presence of an uninvited guest, will indifferently collect vigorous boletus with strong hats and cough in embarrassment. And all summer they carry medicinal herbs, dried raspberries, sun-dried blackberries to the store , lingonberries, mushrooms and other gifts of the forest.
PLYUSHKIN
The supernatural efforts made by the hero to overcome various kinds of road obstacles were not in vain: the visit promised to be by no means without interest. As soon as Chichikov, crouching down, stepped into the dark, wide passage, which had been added somehow, a cold breeze immediately blew over him, as if from a cellar. From the passage he got into a room, also dark, with the curtains drawn down, slightly illuminated by a light that did not descend from the ceiling, but ascended to the ceiling from under a wide crack located at the bottom of the door. Throwing this door open, he found himself at last in the light, and was overwhelmed by the disorder that presented itself. It seemed as if the floors were being washed in the house and all things were taken here and piled up at random. On one table there was even a broken chair and here - a clock with a stopped pendulum, to which the spider had already attached a bizarre web. Right there, leaning sideways against the wall, was a cupboard with antique silver, which had almost disappeared under a layer of dust, decanters and excellent Chinese porcelain, acquired God knows when. On the bureau, which had once been lined with a lovely mother-of-pearl mosaic, which had already fallen out in places and left behind only yellowish grooves filled with glue, lay a great variety of all sorts of things: a pile of papers covered with small handwriting, covered with a greenish marble press with a handle in the shape of an egg at the top, some an old book bound in leather with a red edge, a lemon all shriveled up, no bigger than a hazelnut, a broken arm of long-lost chairs, a glass with some unattractive liquid and three flies, covered with a letter, a piece of rag somewhere raised and two feathers, stained with ink. To top off the strange interior, several paintings were hung very closely and stupidly on the walls.
BLIZZARD
We drove for a long time, but the blizzard did not weaken, but, on the contrary, seemed to intensify. The day was windy, and even from the leeward side one could feel the incessant buzzing into some well from below. My legs began to stiffen, and I tried in vain with my stiff fingers to throw something on top of them. Every now and then the coachman turned his weather-beaten face towards me, with reddened eyes and runny eyelashes, and shouted something. He probably tried to cheer me up, as he counted on the speedy end of the journey, but his calculations did not materialize, we wandered in the darkness for a long time. I couldn't help but feel that the journey I had made was not at all safe. The coachman hadn't been singing his artless song for a long time; there was complete silence in the field, no pole, no haystack, no windmill - nothing could be seen. By evening the blizzard had subsided. The horses hurried, and the silver bells jingled on the arc. It was impossible to get out of the sleigh, because half an arshin of snow had piled up, the sleigh continuously drove into a snowdrift, and confused memories collided, and I could hardly wait until we arrived at the inn. The hospitable hosts scrubbed, warmed, treated me to tea, which, by the way, is drunk here so hot that I burned my tongue. An irresistible drowsiness, inspired by warmth, made us sleepy, and, putting my boots on the heated stove, I lay down and did not hear anything: neither the wrangling of the coachmen, nor the whispering of the owners. baked milk.
HOME
Many hundreds of versts need to fly birds from their winter havens to their homeland. Others have to make thousand-kilometer flights. Many adventures and dangers are encountered by a small creature when, in spite of everything, it flies to the place where it first saw the sunlight. Apparently, the shooters have no heart, who do not spare the bird when it, exhausted after a difficult flight, obeying the invincible call of nature, returns home. Very dangerous for birds is nothing more than a coastal lighthouse. Birds, exhausted by flight and weighed down by sea moisture, strive for the light of a deceptive beacon burning in the distance and break their breasts against thick glass. If the leader is experienced, then, having correctly calculated the direction, he will always prevent such a disaster. Little thirty-gram creatures have a lot of their own, mysterious, inexplicable wisdom. Birds are especially sensitive to weather changes and anticipate them in advance. But it often happens that these migratory wanderers are overtaken by a furious hurricane, which is played out in the middle of the desert ocean. Despite the danger, whole clouds of guests not invited to the ship descend on the deck, sides, tackle, and the ship seems strange, plastered with birds, as if with living garlands. Severe sailors, never offending birds, never offending their gullibility, save their lives. In a beautiful maritime belief, it is said that subsequently a misfortune is inevitable for the ship on which the bird that asked for shelter was killed.
MORNING 1
Cheerfully, it's good to walk on the ground on a windless early morning. The air, which has not yet become sultry, but far from cold, pleasantly refreshes the larynx and chest. The sun, which has not yet entered into force, warms carefully and extremely gently. Under the slanting rays of the morning light, everything seems more embossed: both the bridge over the ditch, and the trees, the feet of which are still flooded with a blue-gray patterned shadow, and the ruddy tops glisten with moisture. Even small bumps, not at all small, cast too chaotic shadows on both sides of the road, which will no longer be at noon. From a thicket in one remote place crawled out of the impenetrable forest darkness, like a giant snake, a stream of moss. In the middle of its almost unnatural greenery, despite everything, a coffee-brown stream flowed. It must be said that the brown water of these places is not at all cloudy: it is transparent, like glass. From a brook flowing silently in a lush green bed, we drew handfuls of water. On the forest road, spreading like a fan, lay the supernatural shadows from the pines. Not far from the road, I suddenly came across a wide flat sofa knocked together from wooden planks. It was all scribbled with outlandish inscriptions, the names of those who wanted to perpetuate themselves in this way. We rested with pleasure, watching a bird scurrying along the trunk of a pine tree that looked like a ship's mast. Soon, the oil-painted gates of the holiday home explained to us the origin of the interesting inscriptions on the sofa. Since we had nothing to do in the holiday home, we cut short our stay in a quaint corner and turned onto the ring road.
MORNING 2
I involuntarily glanced at the top of the cliff that stood at the turn of the Lena River. Until now, this place seemed to be some kind of dark vent, from where the mists continued to slowly creep out. Now in front of us, on the pointed top of a stone cliff, the tops of pines and several bare larches suddenly seemed to flare up and glow. Having broken through from somewhere behind the mountains of the opposite shore, the first ray of the sun that had not yet risen had already touched this stone ledge and a group of trees that had grown on the slope. Above the cold blue shadows they stood, as if in clouds, and quietly shone, rejoicing at the first caress of the morning sun. For several minutes we all silently looked at this gilded peak, afraid to frighten away the quiet joy of a lonely stone and a handful of larches. A boy stood motionless next to him, holding on to his grandfather's sleeve. His eyes were wide, his animated face glowed with delight. In the meantime, something trembled and trembled above, and another cliff, recently buried in the blue of the gloomy background of the mountain, also caught fire, joining the illuminated group. The boy again pulled his grandfather by the sleeve, and his face completely changed: his eyes sparkled, his lips smiled. , on the pale cheeks, it seemed, a blush appeared. On the opposite side of the river, too, there was an unprecedented change. The mountains, despite the fact that they hid the rising sun behind them, crumbled into millions of crystals, and the sky above them brightened completely, and the outlines of the ridges were drawn sharply and distinctly.
Spelling gymnastics
Swimmer Valya, who lives in ancient city Rostov, on the shores of Lake Nero, slowly rolling its waves, was unheard of lucky. In one winter morning- I don’t remember, December or January, - a young man named Rostislav suddenly appeared to her, holding a box of chocolate under his arm. “O merciful empress, eclipsing with her beauty all the maidens of the city of Rostov! he blurted out. “Would you like to be legally married to me?” The bridegroom was not some kind of anemone or tumbleweed - a field. He was a leader in the most important industry and for every workday he gave out an unprecedented amount of tons of coal to the mountain. However, despite his merits, Rostislav was not at all interesting to Valya, no, not at all interesting. But she had to get married no matter what. She could no longer bear to live with her uncle, a former diamond-maker, her mother's brother-in-law, on whom she depended and hated with all her heart. This old holy fool, who recently celebrated his ninetieth birthday, staggered around the house day and night in a chewed dressing gown, crushing glassware and drunk calling Valya a “clatter”. who knew that for many years he had been drinking away Valino's dowry, as a result of which the old forged chest, which was always littered with some kind of pegs, was significantly empty. The smart girl could not endure further ruin. That is why, despite her complete indifference to Rostislav, she agreed to his proposal and ran to inform her uncle that he would be the imprisoned father at her wedding.
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The study of the grammar course was completed by us in the ninth grade. But we still have not acquired strong skills of literate writing and make a lot of gross mistakes. Most of all mistakes in words we make on dubious and doubled consonants. Here is a list of such words: wealth, gallery, humanism, do not tremble, play, drama, intelligentsia, art, skillful, worldview, survivals, ruin, crazy, territory, worker, commission, compromise, participate, artillery, feel, true, truly, genuine, philosophical, appeal, prejudice, danger. Words with prefixes in -z and -s also give us a lot of trouble: ruthless, unceremonious, calculation, count, too much, disappear, pity, as well as the words: shine a lantern, rebellion, inhuman, bad taste, appeal, striped, surrender change. Despite knowing the rules, there are errors in setting b and b: you hit, dachas, groves, batman, misbehave, adjutant, herring, slip, request, love, baldness, two-story, two-story, two-axle, eight, eighth grader, false, someone's, fox. But, perhaps, nothing more than a hyphen makes us think in writing. It is necessary to put a dash or not in such words: as if, that is, after all, in German, according to the autumn sky, dressed in autumn, exactly the same, point to point, once, tell me, socially useful, pilot-cosmonaut. Difficult is writing O-Yo at the root of the word: severe burn, burnt hand, spending the night in the forest, quiet whisper and rustle, buy cheap, boyfriend, narrow river, black ink, brocade tablecloth, slum, ratchet. But the most difficult thing in Russian is one or two - n-: meaningless, snake, oil tank, mowed grass, mowed clover, clover not mowed, grass not yet mowed, freshly cut grass, condensed milk, stewed pork. As for punctuation, there is probably no such rule that would we made no mistakes.
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In the crimson glow of the evening dawn, unexpectedly, an inexplicable sadness lurked. Everything around was covered with bright red highlights: trees, reed beds spreading along the banks of a river flowing past, treetops. The thicket, guessed in the distance, inspired superstitious horror. Really, despite seeming well-being, something should happen? Maybe it's just the bewitching influence of the blood-red color of the sunset, or the boundless universal silence, not disturbed by anything, deafens and frightens.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bird fluttered out, exactly like the one we saw nearby. She, almost touching the water, flew over to a small but bizarrely shaped island. It was none other than this creature that made us wake up from the stupor that had suddenly seized the entire group. We realized that it would be good to unpack things, light a fire and prepare a camp for the night.
You will get up at night, look at the sky spread over you, you will see the stars there, winking at you in a friendly way, and all fears will vanish away. Calm down, and a sense of belonging to the secrets will come when
Fishing
On the eve of evening, when we chose a plain, half overgrown with reeds, where, looking to the right, at the slope of a low but steep mountain, you can see copper-yellow, gilded in autumn bushes of fieldfare, growing interspersed with young, not yet yellowed larches. At the bottom of the mountain, between bluish stones, shines, as if polished, icy water of a nameless river, apparently far from shallow. There is windless weather. Above, solemnly, slowly, covering half the sky, small clouds float towards the horizon, but bright from the crimson sunset, and it seems that they are floating along the river, coloring with scarlet color not only the light park above the water, but also the wide, freshly varnished leaves of water lilies, which gives the impression that an unusual carpet with strange flowers is laid over the entire surface of the river. Haystacks, copses, a tree standing at a distance, someone's hut visible in the distance - everything around in the neighborhood seemed somehow especially distinct, despite the approaching twilight. In the glassy blue of the usual quiet backwater, the water acquired dark color, and during it, the fallen leaves are slowly spinning, slowly running away into the distance, obscure and foggy.
In one place, where there is a whirlpool, the water boils with might and main, trying to spread in breadth, but, constrained by stone banks, rushes straight ahead, splashing the coastal rocks. As if spellbound, for several minutes we admired nothing more than landscapes painted by nature, which we often recalled the next day and later. And not far away lay canvas backpacks and fishing rods that had not yet been dismantled.
Finally, I lowered the rod deep into the depths, and in the most desperate bubbling, and after half a minute I felt that I was being pulled down. And out of the stream, writhing on a hook, a silver fish jumped out.
Little by little the whole company could boast of a good catch. Stopping at this place, we, in general, hoped for good luck, but still did not expect that the prey would be so rich. Sincerely pleased, we were pleased that we would not have to be upset and return home lightly. Soon, bright clouds and sparkling dewdrops, and white lilies, and gusts of a furious wind swaying trees disappeared somewhere, and night fell on the earth - true
KUZMICH
In his youth, Kuzmich participated in the battles near Tsaritsyn and lost his leg in one of the battles. For valiant deeds, he received a pension and went to live in his native town. Previously, this city was provincial, but famous throughout the area for its wonderful gardens. Addicted to gardening, Kuzmich devoted himself entirely to this noble cause and could not stand the amateurish attitude towards him. It happened that the gardener Mankin would come to him to show off his learning, and an incident would certainly occur. He buzzes Kuzmich about chlorophyll reactions in his ears, boasts of his intellect in every possible way, but in practice he always shows inertness, and Kuzmich gets angry, jumps on a piece of wood around his interlocutor, wrinkles his freckled nose, but does not concede in a dispute.
Kuzmich himself was a man of crystal clearness and, despite his widely known experiments, which had no precedents, he was very modest, and at the same time remained uncompromising and uncompromising. After a furious dispute and quarrel with Mankin, he usually could not recover for a long time and continued to grumble. The only thing that calmed him down was the garden. What was not in it!
Everyone who has ever been in this garden admired absolutely everything: from the intricate plants, skillfully nurtured by the gardener, to the simple juniper. Branches of apple and cherry trees, hung with fruits, decorated with dew crystals, bend low to the ground. The old man is busy near the rose bushes, despite the fact that the sun is mercilessly burning him. Having pricked on the thorns, Kuzmich will only whistle and put on mittens.
At noon, the gardener usually dines on a terrace under a tiled roof, where simple dishes are arranged on a table, around which bees circle and buzz. In the middle of the table are honey cakes mixed with curd cheesecakes and a ruddy gritty pie. Yeast kvass and baked milk are put from drinks. For appetite, Kuzmich always started dinner with smoked salmon, and then the hostess regaled him with what was at hand. Having refreshed himself, he asked to spread a mat for him in the gazebo and went to rest. Sometimes young naturalists, Kuzmich's successors, whom he taught his art, would tiptoe into the garden.
Lake Chad
The huge shallow lake Chad, located in Africa, is often called fresh sea. There are almost no paved roads, you will find only inconspicuous traces of a little-traveled road, overgrown sand dunes, often drying up channels of numerous shallow, but long rivers. Halfway to the lake is a small sparsely populated village. It contains several earthen huts with grass roofs, surrounded by a single tall adobe wall. These are apparently the homes of wealthy residents. People have poorer wattle from reed mats. Behind the village you will see a local fish factory, consisting of a dozen reed huts. Around there are many small pits filled with wood reserves, raw reeds that go to mats and wicker baskets for fish. To these structures stretches a string of black porters, who have clay basins with freshly caught fish on their heads. The fish is dumped onto a cleared area nearby. From the plant, a narrow, well-trodden path winding confusedly among the coastal reeds leads to unsalted Lake Chad. Leather shoes get wet quickly, as you have to walk on water. The lake itself is not deep at all, although it is huge. Its many kilometers smooth surface is almost entirely overgrown with aquatic vegetation. Every now and then you come across drifting islands, as if floating flower beds, on which unpicked flowers of outlandish plants are brightly dazzled. In windy weather, corollas of papyri flutter, and above them the artless chime of bird voices is clearly heard.
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Numerous doctors, among whom was the notorious visiting professor, hardly expected and assumed that their elderly patient - a retired general - often did not follow either a diet or an established regimen. The attending physician, who came unexpectedly and unexpectedly at any time of the day, more than once advised the old man to beware and said at the same time: “The fact that you are not treated, you yourself increase your ailments. It is necessary to be treated on time, until the disease is started. And then the time will come - catch yourself and resort to our help, but it will be too late. I don’t know if you will be able to recover then.” The general verbally agreed and sympathetically assented, but alone with his peers he laughed and said that the doctors were too coddling with him, that they would easily kill him with countless drugs.
And on this windy pre-June evening, the old man, covering himself with a rubberized raincoat and wrapping a woolen scarf around his neck, stepping on tiptoe so as not to wake his relatives, went out the gate and walked along the alley. Coming up with the unpainted wooden fence, he turned to the right, to a small wooden house with a birdhouse attached to the top. He came here almost every day. Here lived his constant companion on evening walks, a peer and friend, whom for many years he simply called Kuzmich. In Kuzmich's house, the general was always a welcome guest. A few minutes later, friends were already sitting on the terrace and reminiscing.
They grew up on the outskirts of a seaside town. The town was buried in thickets of acacias, apple trees, cherries, gooseberries. The paths in the gardens were neatly lined and leveled. Old-timers of the city do not remember snowstorms, snowstorms, or frosts. Only occasionally, two or three times a year, hordes of angry clouds swooped in from the sea and the town shook under the blows of a ten-point storm. Frantic gusts bent giant trees to the ground. The streets seemed to die out during these anxious hours, only in some places a light would flash from behind the closed shutters.
The children loved to make their way past abandoned cottages to the sea after a storm. The children, skillful swimmers, swam across the calm bay after the storm and, on the other side, rummaged through the things thrown by the waves. Among them came across bizarre glass bottles, pieces of polished wood, coils of tarred twine. Then, without fear of burns, they lay for hours under the scorching rays of the sun. This is how the native city remained in the memory: the shining sea, swaying acacias, bunches of feather grass swayed by the wind, children's games in the reed beds, in the uncut grass of the surrounding groves and meadows.
THUNDERSTORM
The storm was expanding and advancing on us. Before we had time to look back, a cloud, almost not moving, it seemed, from the very horizon, suddenly appeared above us.
Here a fiery thread flashed in the distance, and the dense mixed forest, through which we slowly made our way, is illuminated by an ominous light. Immediately, thunder rumbled offendedly, still hesitant, but as if alarming and threatening, and immediately drops of rain drummed furiously on the leaves. The peals of thunder that did not stop for a minute fettered us and kept us in a state of unceasing fear. It is unlikely that a person who has never met her in the forest knows a thunderstorm. We rushed at random to seek shelter, until the downpour started in full force.
But it was too late: the rain poured with might and main on us in indomitable streams. Thunder rumbled deafeningly, and the lightning, which did not stop flashing all the time, only simply blinded. Only for a fraction of a second could one see uncut grasses, almost impenetrable thickets, almost flooded with water, and large leaves, apparently completely hung with oily drops. We soon realized that, despite our best efforts, we would still be completely exposed to rain and harsh winds. But now the blue-black sky is slowly clearing of torn clouds, and we continue to walk one by one along an unfamiliar confused path, which by chance leads us to a little-traveled road. First, we pass by a low but slender larch, the top of which is too split, and we see nothing more than the promised forester's hut.
Kuzmich - that was the name of our acquaintance - invited us into the house and ordered about the table. The friendly old man, with uncharacteristic haste, kindles the stove, puts baked milk on the table, potatoes baked in the ashes, berries dried in the sun, and offers an unworn sheepskin coat. And outside the window everything thundered and rumbled deafeningly, it seemed that there would be no end to the revelry of the uninvited elements. However, the downpour subsided as suddenly as it began. The storm had moved a little further south, and the afternoon sun shone serenely. A wonderful windless evening began
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Imagine that you are in Plyushkin's estate. A visit to this house left an unforgettable impression.
From the wide dark vestibule a door leads into a room illuminated by light coming out from under a wide crack located at the bottom of the door. Having opened it, you will finally find yourself in the master's chambers.
In the middle of the room stood a table covered with a torn black oilcloth, from under which in many places one could see the edges cut with a penknife. There were several unpainted stools around the table. On the walls, pasted over with thin wallpaper, several paintings were hung very crowded and stupidly. The last wall is occupied by three windows. Here is the view from them: right under the windows there is a road that has not been traveled for a long time, on which every pothole, every pebble, every rut has long been known to everyone; not yet blossomed ivy. On one side you can see an unmowed meadow and hobbled horses wandering along it, and further on - copses gilded by the sun interspersed with a pine forest. The forest stands in a dense impenetrable thicket. The trunks, hung with ominous blue-black moss, darken gloomily against the background of the isser-blue sky. To the right, not far from the house, crouched the lodge of a forester, who was far from unknown in the district as a master saddler. To the left, mountains stretch in a continuous ridge. At the bottom of the mountain, between bluish stones, shines, as if polished, icy water of a nameless river, apparently far from shallow.
Despite the obstacles, the river has retained its fluidity and makes its way through the heavy reed greens with a barely noticeable, narrow, but deep stream. In the semi-darkness, in some places, the restrained whisper of the leaves of a wild-growing hazel is heard. From afar, the clicking of nightingales is clearly heard, and the restless cuckoo cries dull, but persistently. Haystacks, copses, a tree standing at a distance, someone's hut visible in the distance - everything around in the neighborhood seems somehow especially distinct and close.
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Infantry regiments, taken by surprise, ran out of the forest, and, mixing with each other, the companies left scattered in disorderly crowds. One soldier on the move in fright uttered the terrible and useless word “cut off” in the war, and after this a feeling of fear was communicated to the whole mass. “Get around! Cut off! Gone! shouted the voices of the fugitives, half muffled by the roar of the artillery. The regimental commander, at the very moment when he heard the growing shooting and shouting from behind, realized that something terrible had happened to his regiment, and, forgetting about the danger, he galloped towards him under a hail of bullets. He wanted one thing: to correct the mistake at all costs, so as not to be guilty of him, an exemplary officer who was not noticed in anything. Having happily galloped between the French, he approached an unmowed meadow through which ours ran and, disobeying commands, descended downhill. It was nothing but senseless panic. Despite the desperate cry of the regimental commander who caught up with them, his furious face, purple from the heat and waving his sword, the soldiers shouted, fired into the air, did not listen to the command, and everyone ran like crazy. The general, who had been observing this scene from a distance, looked around in despair. The adjutant, with a shoulder shot through, wounded in the arm, stopped his horse with a run and stood in his tracks. Horror was written on his face, tanned and weathered from the fighting. Everything seemed lost.
But at that moment the French, who were advancing on ours, suddenly, for no apparent reason, ran back, hid in the forest, and, closing tightly, Russian riflemen appeared on the field. This was Timokhin's company, which, alone in the forest, kept itself in order and, having sat down in a ditch near the forest, apparently unexpectedly attacked the French. The fugitives returned, the battalions gathered, and the French, who had divided the troops of the left flank in two, were pushed back.
THUNDERSTORM
The eleventh hour is coming to an end. The pre-July afternoon is still breathing heavily. Hot air wafts sleepily over the unpaved sandy road. Roadside yellow grasses droop and creep from the heat. The greenery of groves and arable lands slumbers and languishes without moisture. A restless grasshopper babbles something indistinctly in a half-drowse. Neither a man, nor a bird, nor a small grass creature - no one is struggling with languor at all. Everyone seemed to have surrendered to her irresistible power. I don't want to think about anything. What would you do to freshen up? In the meadows there is neither a breeze nor a drop of dew. It is as stuffy in the forest as in the open field. You don’t have enough strength to go swimming in the nearest river, and, perhaps, you will get even more melted in the sun after swimming. Due to the heat, everything freezes. One hope for the storm. She alone will awaken nature, alone she will dispel the dream.
Suddenly you hear: something rumbles in the distance, obscure and foggy. These are shelves of formidable blue-black clouds. They completely cover the entire sky. There is an ominous silence. But out of nowhere, a sharp gust of wind bursts into the dead wilderness. He drives a column of dust in front of him, tears and throws into tree foliage.
Lightning flashed, breaking the clouds. Crackling thunder is about to break out, and celestial lakes will topple over the burnt fields. Where would you hide from this cruel but welcome downpour? Friends, hide under this canopy. The rain will stop soon.
While working on an essay, you often have to think so seriously about what to write that there is not enough time to think about how to write, although you carefully prepared for work. True, at the end of the work you carefully check, based on the grammatical rules studied in previous classes, but when you write a work for the first time, it is very difficult to calculate the time, despite the choice of material in order to finish the work on time. Subsequently, a habit is developed, but at first it can be difficult to cope with excitement, meet deadlines, write correctly.
In this regard, it is useful to repeat the spelling of the following words and phrases: shine - shine, shine, creep - spread out, ecstasy - revels, jump - jump, true - truly, a person involved in history, home-made dough, silver spoons, irreplaceable workers, initiation into students, public education, fights to the death, go to death, tired to death, look into the distance, go deep, extremely good, thrown off his shoulders, the next morning fight, play into the hands of enemies, slurping sloppily, on the whole right, fundamentally wrong , come on time, soaked apples, canvas bag, windy days, not far from the river, the wind is fresh, catch on the fly, a shallow river, bound by an ice shell, seeded rye, wounded in the shoulder, well-trodden along and across paths, leveled paths, tangled hare tracks , desperate attempt, sloppy, timing, box-gluing, storm-fighting crew, bullets still to be fired, rebellion put down, one of the San Francisco streets, speaks French, countless harassment, militant cockerel, arson of a house, a fire kindled in the dark, a scorched steppe, an angry predator shot down, a polished piano, a girl well-mannered and educated, shoot up, go slowly, do not shiver from the cold, play something sometime, during the lesson, eight hundred and seventy-three.
It must be done so that future work there was not a single mistake in these words.
IN THE TUNDRA
In the very center of the polar region there is a huge Taimyr Lake, which stretches in a long shining strip from west to east. Until recently, people did not look at all here. Only in the course of the river can one find traces of human presence: torn nets, floats, oars broken by a wave and other simple fishing accessories.
On a clear windless day, inhaling the smells of the awakening earth, we wander through the thawed patches of the tundra and observe a lot of curious phenomena. Every now and then a partridge runs out from under the feet, falling to the ground, and then suddenly at the very feet a little sandpiper begins to tumble, trying to lead the uninvited and uninvited visitor away from its nest. At the base of the stone placer, a gluttonous arctic fox, covered with shreds of faded wool, makes its way. He makes a well-calculated jump and presses the jumping mouse down with his paws. And even further, the ermine, holding a silver fish in its teeth, sweeps in leaps from the nameless river to the stone blocks.
The tundra, overgrown with miserable vegetation, has its own wonderful aromas. The long-awaited summer is coming, and the wind will shake the corollas of flowers, buzzing, the bumblebee will fly by and sit on the flower.
The sky is gloomy again, the wind begins to whistle furiously, and it's time for us to return to the wooden house of the polar station, where it smells delicious of baked bread and strong brewed tea. We don’t have to treat anyone, we eat everything with appetite.
Rest en route
Along the sandy shore, dotted with sharp stones, the scouts walked to an unplowed field, stretching behind a river they had not noticed before. They were supposed to deliver valuable information to the command. The scouts entered the forest, and the commander, feeling that the fighters were tired, ordered to stop near a huge spruce tree that had been blown down by a hurricane. A fire was quickly lit, and potatoes baked in the ashes, which were washed down with icy water, reinforced the fighters weary from the long march. One of them was bandaging his shot arm, and his comrade, wounded in yesterday's battle, was thinking about something intently. Unexpectedly, the commander, who was worried about the confused news received from the sentinels sent ahead, ordered to line up, and the scouts immediately rose from the ground. Having laid their wounded comrades on stretchers, the fighters, hung with weapons, silently moved forward towards the forest visible in the distance. A wisp of smoke from an extinguished fire melted into the air, and a thick veil of fog hung over the unmowed meadows. When it got dark, they approached an empty ravine, blackened on the outskirts of the forest, hoping here, in safety, to gain strength for a new transition.
Power plant on Goryn
The central power plant stands in a shallow gorge on the Goryn River, not far from the pier. High voltage is life-threatening, so warnings are hanging everywhere on the territory of the station: “Caution!” More than once, it seemed, the fitters were on the verge of death, but neither accidents, nor serious accidents, nor misfortunes with people happened.
Rails of a narrow-gauge railway, run by everyone's favorite Lidia Lisitsyna, run across the entire area of the station, which during operation can be found either on the line or in the station's signal tower, built on a hill among lushly overgrown cherries, cherries and pears. From here you can see all the rises and the sand pit. You can talk to Lydia only after finishing work in her house. She lives near the station and occupies a small outbuilding, where visitors often come to visit her. The tireless hostess treats unexpected guests with various dishes: pies fried in oil, pickled apples, delicious cheesecakes and yeast kvass. In the evenings, she and her granddaughter Vanechka sit in their bedroom or go out on the banks of Gorynya. The little dog Druzhok rushes around them, pulling at his boy friend by the red shirt.
Having seen enough of the open spaces beyond the river, they sit down on a mound or go to the terrace, entwined with ivy that has not yet blossomed, and Lydia knits a mitten. The hook flickers in her hands. Vanechka at this time weaves baskets from straws or makes rattles or rattles for snakes. Later, Marya Kuzminichna, a friend of Lydia, leaves the house opposite, and begins to talk about everything she saw and did during the day.
Sea
The day was drawing to a close, when we overcame the most difficult section of the path and finally saw the sea, shining in the rays of the still quite dim sun. Somewhere below, tanned holiday-makers rustled, swimmers splashed, restless children screamed. But this noise did not reach us. We stood in the coolness of the mountainside and admired the panorama. Many saw the sea for the first time and now froze in delight. I wanted to immediately get a camera and shoot, shoot everything that we had been going to see for so long.
However, no one managed to take a wonderful picture, as the guide offered to make a stop and lie down in the shade, laying something on the stony ground. And we lay down.
The weather was super clear. The fact that yesterday a seven-point storm was raging was only reminded of algae thrown ashore in such quantities that it seems as if the ocean deliberately laid here, on the shore, a giant carpet covering all coastal stones. In the mountains there was an age-old, unbroken silence. Our hearts skipped a beat as we tried to approach the cliff and look down. I was dizzy from the height, but I wanted to climb to the top of the mountain as soon as possible. Swallows rushed swiftly through the hot air and, grabbing a dragonfly or a midge on the fly, flew up sharply. White gulls flew over the waves on open wings. The sea ebbed and flowed steadily.
After resting, we went down to the shore. Our assumptions were not justified: there were no holiday-makers or swimmers here. At the very water, where the foam leaves a complex pattern on the sand, people rowed ashore floating seaweed. They were needed for fuel. After all, the sun's rays will not always be as hot as today. Summer will end, the north-east will blow, and it will be necessary to heat the stoves. People, immersed in their daily concerns, stored fuel for the winter.
The birthday man yelled furiously, frantically waving over his head a tattered shoe, hastily pulled off the foot of a frightened neighbor. The astonished guests and relatives froze for the first minute, stunned, but then, under a hail of oiled dumplings thrown in their direction by the enraged birthday boy, they were forced to retreat to the open doors. "Traitors! Give me a dowry, for which no one gave a broken penny! he squealed desperately, indignantly jumping on a wrought-iron chest covered with torn oilcloth. “She is ill-bred and uneducated, incredibly stupid and incredibly ugly. Moreover, without a dowry at all, ”he shouted, throwing a tattered shoe into a freshly bought lemon-colored straw lampshade. A stick of smoked sausage thrown after him hit a glass vase filled with distilled water, and together with it collapsed on a short-haired, chestnut-colored head, accused of all the sins of a dowry, with a wounded look huddled at the door. The one, wounded in the head by the sausage, picturesquely waving her arms bare at the elbow and squeaking, fell into the kneading bowl with kneaded dough, dragging along the Christmas tree, hung with mica toys, silvered icicles and with a gilded star on the very top. Delighted by the effect produced, the birthday boy danced ecstatically on an oil-painted chest of drawers inlaid with embossed leather, where he moved from the chest immediately after the lady fell to better view turmoil caused by his exalted act.
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Our busy days at Kotlas College will soon be over. For two years we stubbornly mastered the art of pedagogical skill. An unforgettable impression is left by the student years, if they are full of interesting, useful things that do not leave anyone indifferent.
Today, on the threshold of parting with the school, it is as if you are looking at everything experienced with the eyes of a person who is not indifferent and uncompromising; how he received his first unsatisfactory grade, and inexplicable laziness, and minutes of indistinct stupor, and, no doubt, ups and downs and victories that helped on the rise to a teacher's diploma. No doubt a lot has been done.
Leafing through the notebooks, we see how the beautiful, powerful, truly magical Russian language has been stormed. Tolstoy wrote as if addressing us: “Language is an instrument of thought. To treat language somehow means to think somehow: inaccurately, approximately, incorrectly. Lessons of the Russian language, the main subject in primary school, made us think about the spelling of such words: enlightenment, inexhaustible sources, worldview, slip, climb, monkey-like, intelligentsia, majority, earthquake, daring ruin, unbending, banners, accompaniment, disappear without a trace, adjutant, slowly, do not tremble, five-point.
We also remembered the school terms forever: application, plasticine, socially useful work, corridor, written, cognitive, first, unit, summarize, comment, quantity, in contrast, unverified notebooks, examples not yet resolved, smart, director, philologist, all- ???, continuity, humanism. We also comprehended the fact that the main thing in Russian language classes is to consciously master program material skillfully apply the rules of grammar both orally and in writing. To work on mistakes, it is useful to keep a special notebook, and this also brings results, because working on mistakes is an interesting and useful activity. Despite all this, it is joyful to realize that you won, did not give up, and the solemn hour is near when they will say to you: “Good luck, colleague!”
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