Types of compound sentences
1) SSP with connecting unions
| Offers | Offer schemes |
| to me had to get to the duck lake at dawn, and I went out from home at night. | , and . |
| Thick carpet lay on the floor, walls too were hung with carpets. | , too . |
| sang in the raspberry gardens nightingale- nightingale, Yes noisy leaves in the groves poplars. | , yes (= and) . |
| Not a single sound betrayed him, not a single twig cracked under his feet. | Neither, neither . |
| The sun shone high in the sky, and the mountains breathed heat into the sky. | , a . |
| Here my voice in a harsh wind hardened, yes and heart my coarsened. | , yes and . |
| December is coming; and the surroundings, engulfed by the snowy savannah, quietly freeze. | ; and . |
| I hurry there - and there is already the whole city. | - a . |
2) SSP with opposing alliances
| Offers | Offer schemes |
| We never did not expect to meet, but met. | , however (= but) . |
| The world is multilingual, but all equally cry and equally laughing. | , but . |
| All languages strive for precision., a accuracy requires brevity, conciseness. | , a . |
| Everything passes, Yes not everything is forgotten. | , yes (= but) . |
| The root of the doctrine is bitter, but fruit his sweet. | , but . |
| Only song needbeauty, beauty same and no songs needed. | , same . |
3) SSP with dividing unions
Punctuation marks in SSP
1. Simple sentences that are part of a compound sentence are separated from each other by commas.:
The comma is not put:
1) In BSC with unions AND, if there is a common minor member or a common subordinate clause:
2) In the SSP with the union AND, if the parts of the SSP are interrogative, exclamatory or nominal sentences:
3) In the SSP with the union AND, if there is a common introductory word:
2. If the parts of the SSP are significantly common, and have commas inside them, then they are separated from each other by a semicolon:
3. If the second part of the sentence indicates a quick change of events, a conclusion, then a dash is placed between the two parts of the sentence:
Parsing BSC
1. We write out a sentence from the text.
2. We determine the type of sentence according to the purpose of the statement.
3. We indicate the type of emotional coloring.
4. We find grammatical foundations, we emphasize them.
5. We build a proposal scheme.
Light lighthouse rushed by over flowers and they seemed absolutely fantastic by its colour.
1) The sentence is compound, narrative, non-exclamatory.
2) The first grammatical basis - light flashed. Light- subject, expressed noun. m.r., Im. p., unit spilled- predicate, expressed by ch. past vr., will express. n., units h.
The second grammatical basis is they looked fantastic. They are- subject, expressed places. 3rd sheet, pl. h. seemed fantastic- a compound nominal predicate, expressed by Ch. seemed to be the nominal part - the adjective fantastic.
3) Sentence scheme: , and .
in the steppe
The feather grass has matured, and the steppe has dressed for many miles
waving silver. The wind stubbornly crushed him,
swooping in, and drove either to the south, or to the west, pale-gray
waves. Where the air stream ran, feather grass
bowed prayerfully, and on the crest of a gray wave for a long time
lay after that blackening band. Faded once
colored herbs and wildflowers; at night on the
stars shone in the lazy-black sky and, darkening cut
sideways, sparingly shone the moon. The tart air was thick
the wind is dry, it smelled of wormwood, and the earth, saturated with everything
the same bitterness of the all-powerful wormwood, yearned for the pro-
cold. And in the afternoon in the steppe, covered with dried grass,
stuffiness, heat, gray dust. On a faded blue sky
there is not a cloud and only the merciless sun and spread
worn brown-gray wings of a kite. Kite,
listing on its side with one or the other wing, swims in
gray-blue space, and its huge shadow is not
audibly gliding over the grass, brown, smoking.
Gophers whistle hoarsely throughout the vast steppe
ki, and on the hills of the yellowing earth near the minks
marmots are fierce, ready to disappear in an instant at the first danger
ness. The steppe, hot but dead, is motionless, as in
dream. And only a herd of horses breaks the silence of sleep
steppe: young stallions snore, inhaling bitter
the salty smell of wormwood, and the adult horse no, no, yes
neigh, shaking his shiny head.
Mishka has been working as a herdsman for two months now,
this time he studied the life of horses well and pro-
with deep respect for their intelligence and nobility,
simple and naturally chaste. He fell in love
horses, and especially one aging stallion,
tameable evil and rude in dealing with everyone
mares, except for one red four-year-old red-
savitsy with black-brown eyes. With all the evil and
rough, he liked to put his head on the croup of his beloved
my mares and nap so long. Teddy bear loved
native Don steppe, loved like sons: faithfully
(According to M.A. Sholokhov.)
On the hunt
For about a month we lived on a roam, versts
a hundred and fifty from Orenburg, and the hunt, from which we
expected so much pleasure, almost nothing
staged entertaining. Summer was amazing
hot, all the swamps dried up; expected from day to day
falcons to hunt them, but do not bring them
or, and we had only to walk with the frog for those
thorns.
The nomad camp was located between two high
the hills that make up the beginning of the Ural Range
and covered with oak and birch. in passing
it can be said that all the hills are completely between
battle are similar and that there is nothing easier than getting lost in them
shy. Almost all of them have the same original
shape, all are crowned with a wall-like crest of slate
woolly stone, and in each valley a small
shoy stream, hidden on both sides by shrubs. Before-
these lines abound in various berries, and most of all
a special kind of wild cherries growing in high
feather grass with barely noticeable bushes. They seem to
must attribute an incredible number of black grouse,
found in these places. Every day we shot
pieces of sixty and even a hundred, but reductions
they were not visible at all. We usually left
early in the morning and three hours later they returned home,
hung with booty. Each of us has killed so many
it was impossible to fit everything into an ordinary
game bag, and to avoid this inconvenience, one
an experienced hunter invented belts that, without taking up
extra space, they could put a lot of game on themselves.
From the beginning of the hunt, we wore these belts over our shoulders, and
in the end they loaded the horse with them. It happened that
we were compelled to return only
the fact that our entire supply of gunpowder and shot was depleted.
To give some idea of the number of
of them black grouse, I will give only one example: during
one hour the three of us once killed sixty-three
(According to A. K. Tolstoy.)
The first ball of Natasha Rostova
From the morning of that day, Natasha did not have a single
one minute and she never had time to think about
about what lies ahead for her. In damp, cold air, in
tightness and incomplete darkness of the swaying carriage
for the first time she vividly imagined what she expected
gives it there, at the ball, in the lighted halls: music,
flowers, dances, sovereign, all the brilliant youth Pe-
terburg.
What awaited her was so wonderful that she even
did not believe that it would be: it was difficult to imagine
to spin the splendor of the ball in the cramped and cold square
you. She understood everything that awaited her, only then,
when, having walked along the red cloth of the entrance, she entered
into the hallway and took off her fur coat.
Behind them, just as quietly talking, entered
guests; the mirrors along the stairs reflected the ladies in the ballroom
new dresses: white, blue, pink - and with diamonds
tami and pearls on open arms and necks. Master
and the hostess, who had been standing at the entrance to the hall for half an hour, hi-
there were guests, and when two people stopped in front of them
girls in white dresses, with the same pale cream
my roses in black hair and curtsied,
the hostess smiled at them kindly.
The sounds of music were heard - and the adjutant-ras-
the steward went up to Countess Bezukhova and gallantly
but invited her. She raised her hand, smiling, and
looking at the adjutant, she put it on his shoulder.
He, a master of his craft, is confident, unhurried and measured.
but he set off along the edge of the circle, hugging his lady tightly,
and at every turn it seemed to flare up, fluttering
ya, velvet dress. Prince Andrei invited Na-
tash to the waltz, and even before he had finished
an invitation to the dance, raised his hand to hug her behind
waist. Natasha was chosen, she danced a lot and was
happy about it, and she was as happy as ever
(According to L. N. Tolstoy.)
Portraits of Shishkin
For eleven years, Kramskoy wrote
Shishkin three times: time changed, Kram-
Shishkin, the ideas of life also changed
scribes. It is important, probably, that Shishkin wrote
nature - landscapes, and while working on his port-
retami Kramskoy's thoughts about the landscape and the portrait
called, mutually enriched, merging together.
Three portraits of Shishkin painted by Kramskoy are
provide a living example of the comprehension of human
childbirth, her soul.
In the first portrait, graphic, 1869, immediately
palpable resemblance to the original: personality traits
they are both in a large, tightly knitted figure, and in sculpture
the massive massiveness of the head, and in insight
narrowed eyes, and in strong hands, obviously, not
accustomed to being idle, they seem to be in an instant
they lingered at rest. It's none other than smart
strong, focused, accustomed to the business master.
The portrait is still, as it were, photographic, but not because
outwardly too "graphic", but because, in fact, little
picturesque: the photographic quality remained both in the pose and in
chair in which he is seated.
Four years later, a new portrait appeared:
Shishkin against the background of the landscape, as they say, "in his
elements"; here he knows what, how and why. In the meadow,
overgrown with grass, Ivan Ivanovich stopped, leaning
climbing on a stick from an umbrella. Work coat, travel
boots, a sketchbook on the shoulder - everything indicates that
that the artist had just come out of the woods, where he
every birch, every pine tree is familiar. Nobody
the other, like Shishkin, did not know the tree so well. Ivan Iva-
newbie calmly and attentively (still the same squint)
looks around the neighborhood: now he will find the right one
kind, open an umbrella, sit down comfortably and take up
The third portrait of Shishkin (1880) is extremely
simple: a man stands and carefully looks at the visual
body. But this is the high simplicity that marks
maturity of talent and full comprehension by the artist
their possibilities.
(According to V. Porudominsky.)
(272 words)
On the road
In addition to the merchant Kuzmichov and Father Christopher in
there was another passenger in the britzka - a boy
nine, in a dark sunburn and wet with tears face.
It was Egorushka, Kuzmichov's nephew; with permission
uncle's wishes and blessings from father Christopher he rode
somewhere to go to high school. His mother, Olga
Ivanovna, widow of a collegiate secretary and sister-in-law
stra Kuzmichova, who loved educated people and
noble society, begged her brother, who was riding
sell wool, take Yegorushka with you and give him
to the gymnasium; and now the boy, not knowing where and
why is he going, sitting on the irradiation next to the coachman
Deniska, holding on to his elbow so as not to fall off,
and jumped up and down like a kettle on a stove. From fast
ride, his red shirt bubbled up on
back and his new coachman's hat with a peacock
pen and then slipped to the back of the head. He felt
himself an extremely unhappy person and
bodies cry.
The boy peered at the familiar surroundings
a hundred, and the hated chaise ran past too
and left it all behind. Behind the prison flashed
black zeros, smoky forges, behind them a cozy
a green cemetery surrounded by a cobblestone fence;
from behind the fence, white painted
crosses and monuments that are hidden in the greenery of cherry
new trees and from afar seem to be white spots -
kami. Yegorushka remembered that when the cherry blossoms, these
white spots mingle with white flowers in the white sea
and that when she sings, white monuments and crosses would
they are strewn with crimson, like a glow, dots. For oh-
gladly, under the cherries, Yegorushkin's father slept day and night
and grandmother Zinaida Danilovna. Until her death she
was a lively, mobile old woman and wore with a base
ra assorted dishes, extremely tasty, soft
bagels sprinkled with poppy seeds.
And behind the cemetery the brick factories smoked, and
thick, black smoke in large clubs came from under
long reed roofs flattened to the ground,
and slowly climbed up.
(According to A.P. Chekhov.)
(281 words)
Crossing the Ural
The sun was barely beginning to rise, and our tarantass was already
rode along the coast of the Urals, surrounded by a convoy of Bashkirs.
The crossing of the river was as picturesque as possible:
tye shores, cliffs, tarantass, up to half of the wheels are submerged
married into the water, jumping horses, Bashkirs, armed
women's bows, guns and daggers, sparkling on
the sun, - all this, illuminated by bright rays, is composed of
a beautiful and original picture. Ural in
this place is not wide, but so fast that we almost
carried away by the current. On the other side, the steppe took
completely different look. The road soon disappeared and we drove
whether on strong clay soil, barely covered with burnt
grass by the sun. The steppe was drawn before us
in all its immense grandeur, similar slightly
agitated sea. A thousand different colors
furrowed it in different directions; in other places
transparent steam spread, shadows ran through others
varnishes, and everything seemed to be in motion, although nothing
struck our ears, except for the sound of wheels and horse
stomp. Suddenly one Bashkir stopped his horse and stretched
zero hand. Following his direction with his eyes
fingers, I saw several light yellow dots,
moving on the horizon: they were saigas. One of
us sat on a Bashkir horse in the hope that he would be in time
somehow drive up to them, but as soon as you see the saigas
whether these preparations, how they started to run, despite
rya to the fact that we were separated by several miles. We pro-
followed the path and soon began to distinguish wagons,
laid at the foot of a high and long cliff
blue-purple color, which, as I later learned, on-
was called Kuk-Tash, that is, a blue stone, and consisted of
jasper. Several Cossacks rode out to meet us, and
between them cornet Ivan Ivanovich, who was in charge
on a roam by all hunts. The Cossacks said that
there are no number of saigas and that they do not remember that they come
there were so many. They believed that the drought
pushed them out of the depths of the steppes and forced them to look for
cold near the Urals.
(According to A. K. Tolstoy.)
The coming of spring
In the middle of Lent, a strong
warm and, since the snow began to melt quickly, everywhere
mad water poured in. The approach of spring in the countryside
produced on me an unusual, irritating
impression, and I felt irresistible by nothing
an excitement I had never experienced before.
Prisoner in the house because the weather is wet
they didn’t even let me out on the porch, nevertheless I
followed every step of uncertain spring. wider,
dirty thawed patches became longer, fuller
the lake was flowing in the grove, and, passing through the fence,
water was shown between the beds in our very
not a small garden. I got up early, didn't get enough sleep,
morning and evening ran in confused confusion from the room
you into the room, standing on your observation points
one hundred; reading, writing, playing with my sister, even talking with
mother, whom I loved so much - everything flew out of
me out of my head like morning mist. About what I'm not
could see with my own eyes, I received
information from the father, from Evseich, from the lackey or
living room.
Blue-black rooks have long been pacing the double
ru and began to build nests in a rook grove; starlings and
the larks have also arrived; finally began to appear
Xia and real, in the words of the hunters, a bird -
game. What happened continuously in the air, on
land and water, and it was impossible to imagine, not
seeing all this at least once live, clearly
but. Many ducks swam on the pale blue lake
ru between the tops of the flooded bushes, and between
meanwhile, large and small
flocks of various migratory birds: some flew high
high without stopping, while others - low-low,
often falling to the ground. All the shores of the lake were
strewn with game, there was a terrible noise: a scream, a squeak,
cackle - all this cacophony filled transparently
crystal air.
Little by little I got used to the coming spring,
to its diverse, always new, unexpected,
shaking and delightful phenomena and no longer
came from them into an overly senseless frenzy
(According to S. T. Aksakov.)
autumn
There is an incomparable charm in these monotonous
gray autumn days, cool and gloomy,
those who feel sad when, returning from
cities to the country, you meet only carts, loaded
furnished with furniture for belated summer residents. Already gone
incessant September downpours, lanes between
gardens have become dirty, the gardens are turning yellow, thinning and
springs are left alone with the sea. Along the road, among
garden fences and cast-iron gratings, all you can see
now that closed wooden shops, where in the summer
sold assorted foods. All the way, from to-
horny beautiful villas and to whitewashed houses
bears on a remote rocky coast, vi-
you can breathe closed balconies entwined with long, dry
branches of wild grapes, closed shutters, tightly
clogged doors wrapped in matting gentle southern
everything is quieter, more deserted. Peace and grace all around.
You walk between the gardens along the railway
way and you hear: here the steam engine stopped somewhere and
twice plaintively and loudly shouted, as if wounded
bird. The whistle of a locomotive is like an echo, the echo is like a whistle
stock, and when both froze, I melted away
the noise of a steam locomotive rushing off into the distance, again coming
there is silence, unbroken by anyone and nothing. And not
nothing but sweet languor fills your chest.
Slowly you walk along the sleepers, and your heart beats evenly,
breathe autumn coolness easily and sweetly. stay
would be here until spring and listen at night to the noise of a raging
in the darkness of the sea!
We walked admiring the marble statues among
abandoned flower beds and trees, yellow leaves
yams of various shades that covered garden houses
horns and steps of balconies. The day was pale gray
cool, and in the fresh air there was a smell of the sea,
smelling the whole neighborhood. In summer the gardens were
shady and green and sun glare played in waves
nah, but now, in autumn, everything is different: in the gardens it’s fresh, quiet, and
the airy blue sea no longer seems to be still,
lively and cheerful.
It was evening, and among the calm gray clouds,
long ridges covering the sky appeared
light orange shadows are a sign that the
it's getting cold.
(According to I. A. Bunin.)
(293 words)
Dream of Margaret
The dream that Margarita had that night was
really unusual: the fact is that during
she never dreamed of their winter torment
Masters, and then suddenly had a dream. Dreamed of Marga-
find an unknown area, hopeless, depressing, under
cloudy spring sky; dreamed of Klochkov-
that gray sky, and above it a silent flock of rooks.
She dreamed of some kind of clumsy bridge, and under it
muddy spring river, and around half-naked
worthy trees, behind which one could see a log cabin
house - not the kitchen, not the bath. And when I looked back
she is around, then she realized: everything inanimate is some kind of circle
and so dull that it pulls to hang himself on the front
the howl of a fallen aspen. The place is hellish for a living
man: not a breath of breeze, not a living soul of wok-
round. And now, imagine, he appears, either dressed in
something, or tattered, - she had never seen him like that before
saw. He was quite far away, but he was visible from
clearly: his hair is tousled, his face is unshaven,
sick, worried eyes. It's not that he
ghost, but not a person as if, and everything calls her, with a hand
beckons, standing in one place, as if in a fog. Zakhlebyva-
moving in the inanimate air, Margarita ran to him
and, in order not to fall into the swamp, jump on the run-
la over bumps. She ran to him, and he, dissolving into
the fog kept moving away and moving away and beckoning her; and into this
time she woke up and the obsession disappeared.
Still in the same excited state,
Margarita dressed in the dark and began to convince herself that,
in fact, everything is going very well and such
Good times need to be used. Now
she is left to herself for three days and
no one will stop her from thinking about anything and dreaming
about what she likes. All five rooms, this whole apartment
tiara, which would be the envy of thousands of people - the whole
this apartment was now at her full disposal
(According to M.A. Bulgakov.)
(294 words)
To the lake
I needed to get to the duck lake to the
light, and I left the house at night, so that until the morning I
me to be there.
I walked, slowly, along a soft dusty road, descending
fell into ravines, climbed not at all high
slides, passed sparse pine forests with stagnant
with the smell of tar and again went out into the field ... Nobody
did not catch up with me, no one came across to meet - I
was alone in the night.
Sometimes along the road stretched endless, endless
extreme rye. She matured and stood motionless, as
like a statue, gently brightening in the dark; bowed-
esya to the road, the ears weakly touched my boots and hands,
and these touches were like a silent
a timid caress sent down by someone from above. Air would
warm and clean, and smelled of hay and occasionally bitter
the freshness of night meadows; beyond the fields, beyond the river, beyond the forest
distant distances, visible not far away, - everywhere
lightnings blared.
Soon the road, soft and silent, went to the side,
and I stepped onto a hard path, fussily winding
along the banks of the river. It smelled of river dampness,
zero damp air. Logs floating in the dark
occasionally collided, and then there was a dull muffled
there was a sound, as if someone softly knocked with the butt of a topo-
ra on wood. Far ahead, a bright dot burned kos-
ter; sometimes he disappeared behind the trees, then again tenderly
suddenly appeared, and a narrow intermittent
a streak of light stretched from him across the blue-black water.
It’s good to think at such moments: I remember
suddenly distant and forgotten, surrounded by a tight circle
once familiar and dear faces, and dreams are sweetly cramped
chest, and little by little it begins to seem that the weight
it was once before.
I had been walking for an hour and a half, and it was still far from the lake
co. It’s hard to walk at night: you get tired of stumbling over
no, you get tired of the fear of going astray, getting lost in
unfamiliar forest. I almost regretted that I left, but-
whose house, and thought, why not sit down under a tree, not
whether to wait for dawn, when suddenly I heard
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G 4. N. A. Rakitina " Tests on subject Russian language» Grade 3, 2010 EXPLANATORY NOTE on curriculum " Russian language» Grade 3 Authors...
1. Indicate the correct description of the proposal: I needed to get to the duck lake by dawn, and I left the house at night in order to be there until morning. (Yu.Kazakov)
1) A complex sentence with an allied coordinating and non-union connection
2. Indicate the correct description of the sentence: Several times he tried to get up, but his legs did not obey - something like paralysis happened to Homeless. (M. Bulgakov)
1) A complex sentence with an allied coordinating and non-union connection
2) A complex sentence with an allied subordinating and coordinating connection
3) A complex sentence with an allied subordinating and non-union connection
4) A complex sentence with two subordinate clauses
3. Indicate the correct description of the proposal: The cry of a distant oriole sounded almost next to Prokhor; one could hear the fox stalking through the thicket. (V. Shishkov)
1) A complex sentence with two subordinate clauses.
2) A complex sentence with an allied coordinating and non-union connection.
3) A complex sentence with an allied subordinating and coordinating connection.
4) A complex sentence with allied subordinating and allied connection.
4. Among sentences 1-6, find a complex sentence with sequential subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.
(1) And so Pavlik appeared in my life. (2) The courtyards and school children forever stuck in the memory that in our pair I was the leader, and Pavlik was the follower. (3) This has remained since the time when I "introduced Pavlik into the world" - first in the yard, then at school, where he found himself in the position of a stranger.
(4) In fact, spiritual superiority was on the side of Pavlik. (5) My long friendship with Mitya could not pass without a trace: I am used to a certain moral conciliation, and forgiveness of betrayal is not much different from betrayal itself. (6) Pavlik did not recognize deals with conscience, here he became merciless. (Nagibin Yu.)
5. Among sentences 1-9, find a complex sentence with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.
(1) When it got dark and she went to the sea, he was already sitting and waiting for her. (2) The crab was in his hat. (3) 3ybin said:
- (4) I never thought that such cattle was sitting in me! (5) Doom someone to a slow and painful death! (6) I would never have believed that I was capable of such a thing! (7) I thought: he will sit, fall asleep like a fish. (8) And I should have understood the pain ... (9) This cannot be neglected ... (Dombrovsky Yu.)
6. Among sentences 1-6, find a complex sentence with parallel subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.
(1) The guys chased each dove in a crowd - whoever grabs it first! (2) In order to avoid a dump, it was decided to say in advance which dove I am sending to whom.
(3) The fact is that I painted each dove with felt-tip pens. (4) On one he painted all sorts of patterns, on the other - boats in the middle of the sea, on the third - fabulous cities, on the fourth - flowers and butterflies. (5) And all sorts of space pictures. (62) And a lot more - it turned out beautiful and interesting. (Krapivin V.)
