No. 370.1. 1) Every bird, even a sparrow, attracted my attention. 2) The most early-ripening mushrooms, such as birch and russula, reach full development in three days. 3) The steppe, that is, a treeless and undulating endless plain, surrounded us from all sides. 4) Uncle, Sergey Nikolayevich, started teaching me calligraphy and penmanship. 5) Approaching Sergsevka, we again ended up in an urema, that is, in a dumping ground overgrown with sparse bushes and trees. 6) Father and Evseich fished out in the shortest possible time a lot of very large fish, especially perches and asps.

II. 1) Lemongrass - a yellow butterfly sits on a lingonberry. 2) In late autumn, the steppe-desert comes to life for a short time. 3) The next morning, my artist friend and I went by boat to Prorva. 4) Startled, he opened his brown eyes wide. 5) I, a journalist, am by nature a cheerful person. 6) When Aleksey Krasilnikov left the infirmary, he met his countryman Ignat, a front-line soldier. 7) At one time, a very nice person went to the sisters - Captain Roshchin, seconded to Moscow to receive equipment. 8) Poor thing, she lay motionless, and blood poured from the wound in streams. 9) The Kyrgyz driver sits motionless. 10) With him was a shaggy strong dog, named Faithful. 11) Now it's good on the Oka, or on the Talka River. 12) The expedition team included Arsenyev - the head of the expedition, Nikolaev - an assistant in the economic and organizational part, Gusev - a naturalist and geologist, Dzyul - a journalist. 13) As a sailor, I understand these murderous surges of waves, this clang of iron 1 romada, trembling and groaning in the violent embrace of the elements.

No. 371. 1) Nothing could be seen in the dark distance, except for sparkling lights. 2) Instead of.ver ^ doy.p ^ ^ schk ^ y ^ shzni, boredom awaited me in the deaf and distant side. 3) Everything around was bast. Not a sound but.sighs. seas. 4) The entire crew of the vessel, including, and. kagshtana,. and chief.mechanic,.and barman, consisted of eight or nine people. 5) Cr.ome. pretzel., our host also had a bakery. 6) Father with son, instead of greetings l 19.sle. long-time absences, they began to cuff each other in the sides, and in the waist, and in the chest, now retreating and looking around, then advancing again. 7) The soil of the Su-chanskaya valley and us, beyond. exception, only. swamps. at. the mouth, the river, is extremely fertile. 8) Above all expectations, the weather was dry and warm throughout October. 9) In the books of V. K. Arseniev, in addition to vivid artistic sketches, there is also a lot of valuable material about life in the Ussuri Kras. 10) All material, including the day in niki _travelers, is carefully studied. 11) The mood of the crew, beyond ... usual, was upbeat. 12) Except. Wali. and. Walls. Safonov, in the kindergarten there was an unfamiliar Nars-

But these people were sure that behind the hill of Maira, where we almost got there, where they had been roaming quite recently, was the promised land.

“The arch,” said our Adam and Eve, “here is the ridge of the earth, this is that earth.”

- But why is she Arka, why Arcadia? we asked.

“The mutton is fat, the koumiss is drunk, they don’t sow bread and don’t eat it,” the first farmers answered.

In the morning after the snowstorm, the steppe was still green. In late autumn, the steppe-desert comes to life for a short time. Gloomy wrinkles spread across the sky. The sun was rising. Golden furrows lay in the sky.

By the lake someone was waving white. We thought: "This is a hunter poisoning a white gyrfalcon." They began to wait for the flight of the bird. But the hunter kept waving, but the gyrfalcon did not fly. The old Jetak told us about the hunter: this is his crazy son-in-law; earlier he had countless herds of bay horses, but in the year of the Hare, the great Khudai took everything from him and ordered him to live in a dugout and cultivate the land. The proud man said to this: “I don’t want to live alive in the grave,” and settled in a crack in the mountain. For this, the great Khudai deprived him of his mind: he used to be the first hunter with white falcons and gyrfalcons, and now, when he sees ducks on the lake, he comes out of a crack and waves his white hat like a gyrfalcon.

- Oh, Allah! Old Adam sighed.

And Eve answered him in exactly the same way:

- Oh, Allah!

We wanted to say goodbye to them, but they wished to take us to the pasture, to show us the happy country beyond the Mair hill. They began to pack and gather, as in the spring for a roam. Flocks of cranes stretched everywhere on the horizon like beaded threads. Above us, the old cranes taught the young ones to form triangles and led regiment after regiment to warmer climes. And we, too, like cranes, were going to go somewhere to the pasture in the fall.

- Chock, chock! the woman shouted at the camel.

He bent his knees reluctantly and screamed. The woman sat on horseback and, holding on to a thin hump, shouted:

The camel raised the woman high above the dugout.

The old man sat on the bull.

Our horses were more cowardly than a camel, and the bull lagged behind everyone.

- Choo, choo! - the old man whipped the bull, also cowardly and, catching up with us, said his steppe proverb:

- If your comrade is crooked, try to close your eyes in order to be with him under a couple.

(Steppe sketch)

In order not to kill the horses in the steppe for a stretch, they go at a measured jog from well to well. We drive as we need to drive, and therefore it seems as if during the day the sun moves across the sky, as we do, and at night the stars move in the same way. The steppe behind the Irtysh, if you go to Balkhash, at first is so flat, the road is so smooth that the water in the bucket tied to the trembling does not splash. If bad weather forces us to take refuge in the winter quarters of nomads or in the reeds of the lake, then we gain lost time on a moonlit night.

Once after such a night ride, we saw the horizon is not as correct as before. It seemed as if someone with a clumsy hand had cut off a round, like a frying pan, circle of the horizon with scissors. Soon the steppe was agitated even under us.

- Choo, Karat! Chu, Kulat! - we drove the horses from hill to hill.

The steppe became undulating, like the sea in a dead swell, the riding was wrong. We climbed higher and higher; each hill gave something new. And so, finally, the real steppe mountains appeared, like the waves of petrified and punished waves.

Here the salt still stood out on the ground and turned white on the road like snow. But fresh streams were already running from the mountains, some kind of woody bristles had already begun to appear along the edges. Above, as if stuck by shooting, pine trees stood on bare stones. Even higher, on broken rocks, a real forest grew, mountain lakes shone. From here, far around, one could see the yellow sea of ​​the steppe, and everywhere on it the same mountains, like blue tents. It seemed as if we had arrived in the country of the giants who roamed in those blue tents.

In the depths of one of these oases with fresh water and forest, the small town of Karkaraly took refuge - a bunch of gray wooden houses, similar to fragments of granite crumbling from the mountains.

This is where the country of the shepherds Arka is, which means from the Kyrgyz “The ridge of the earth”, a blessed country that is only three letters short of the real Arcadia.

I stopped at a post station near the square. A stone building of the county government stood out from a row of houses with two small cannons, against which a camel was rubbing. On the square itself there were many rams, around which, right on the ground, the Kirghiz sat, chatting and feeling fat fat tails. The riders surrounding the rams and people in robes sitting on the ground, from time to time got off their horses and also felt and patted the rams. Beautiful Sarts merchants, mullahs in turbans, women on wooden balconies and pine trees on high cliffs cut into the September sky - all seemed to be talking to sheep. And they, hook-nosed, substituted their fat tails for general attention.

In the evening, I left the post station house for a walk in the mountains and look at it all from above. But the mountains only seemed close. I forgot about the fact that it gets dark here faster than here. I was just starting to rise, and suddenly it grew dark, as if blinking, and a star shone at the top near the tip of a stone that looked like an eagle's beak. I turned back, and when I entered the city, all the stars were in the sky, it became completely dark.

It seems that in this town there is also a second square, and when I returned from the mountains, I probably ended up on this second one: there was no post station here. I darted from end to end; the milestone has disappeared. What to do? Everything was empty. The windows are boarded up. There was no one to ask, since all the nomads had gone to the steppe, and the settled inhabitants were impregnable. I stopped and listened. Dogs barked in the city, wolves howled in the steppe, bitterns chirped in the reeds of the lake, a mallet sounded. I went to the knock to look for the watchman. But looking for a mallet in a dark street is like catching a cricket in a wall by the sound. If the watchman had not taken it into his head to rest, sitting astride the cannon of the county government, I would never have found him. He sat and knocked. I went. New trouble! I did not know the Kyrgyz words for "post station".

- Are the arms and legs healthy, are the cattle healthy? I said the usual greeting.

- Amamba! Aman! - answered the Kirghiz and asked about my cattle.

I answered, like him, asked in detail about the health of his sheep, horses, camels, told everything about my cattle, using only two words "amamba" and "aman", but I could not find out anything about the post station. Finally, he took me by the sleeve and dragged me somewhere into an alley. I saw the doors wide open and the hall lit by a kerosene lantern.

“Khosh,” said the Kirghiz, “farewell!”

“Rahmet,” I replied, “thank you.

I entered this house to ask about the post station, and in the half-dark hall I saw many backs and faces brightly lit by candles.

So I ended up in the hall of a public meeting and got acquainted with the intelligent population of the wild steppe and mountain oasis of Karkaraly.

On the very first Sunday, the members of the club had a picnic in my honor in the mountains, where a very strange lake was hidden in the stone folds. So bizarre are these blocks of granite in the steppe mountains, so many cracks, passages and turns here, that rarely anyone can find this lake right away. Everyone wanders, and everyone thinks: "hell leads", for which they gave the name "Devil's Lake". They say that the bishop, having visited Karkaraly, went with the priest and the deacon to bless the lake. But they also got lost and scattered in the stones in different directions. They prayed with special zeal and heard the whistle of a sandpiper. We went to the whistle and went to the Devil's Lake. They served a thanksgiving prayer service, consecrated it, put a stone cross on the mountain and called it “Sacred Lake”.

It was a long time ago, since then the cross fell into the water, and the lake still began to be called Devil's.

This time the members of the club made it safely to the top of the mountain and, exhausted, sat down on the rocks near the lake, which looked very much like an artificial pool.

THE FIRST FARMERS

Abel guarded the flock,
Cain was a farmer.

From the Book of Genesis

In late autumn, just before winter, the steppe turns green again. Above, the cry of a crane: the birds fly south. Goats and rams are bleating below: the nomads are going to the winter camp.

The wind, our third constant comrade, runs back over the mountain and meets us on the other side: rolling tumbleweeds, black, round, terribly lonely. White yurts move from summer pastures to autumn pastures, from autumn pastures to black dugouts, similar to steppe graves, to winter camps.

Now, in autumn, it seems as if in the steppe two players are playing with black and white dice, and the player with white keeps losing and losing. The time will come: in the whole steppe there will be no white yurts, but only graves and winter quarters. Few, very few old people are left here, who, remembering the happy golden age, remain to spend the winter in yurts. “We don’t want,” they say, “to climb into the grave alive.”

We are going as if in the country of Abraham: only shepherds live here for thousands of miles. We are at the source of beautiful and bitter illusions.

Here is a bronze shepherd, all in rags, riding a horse and singing. And the rams, to the song, pinch the low, yellow, dry grass on the go.

Get fat, my sheep, and stretch, - the shepherd sings.

We are getting fat and stretching, - the rams answer.

Blame yourself if you don't get fat, sings the shepherd.

We will blame ourselves, - the sheep answer, of course, in the voice of the same shepherd.

Dombra strings are jingling. The horse steps quietly to the song of the good shepherd and the happy rams. Who is following whom: the shepherd behind the rams or the rams behind the shepherd - do not understand.

Where is the village of Jonji? - we ask the shepherd.

In the autumn pasture, - he answers and points with his bronze chin. - There, behind the hill of Maira.

It's not close. The Kirghiz points his chin into such a distance that the Sart, according to the steppe proverb, can travel for two days.

Chu! - we drive the horses up the mountain. We climb up, we go down into the valley, up the mountain again, again into the valley, and the Maira hill is still far away.

The steppe mountains look like waves, and just like the sea, but only the wind whistles in vain - the waves do not roll. The tumbleweed flies up and flies down again. The storm starts.

From the mountain we can see a camel dusting on the other side of the wide valley, and behind it the dust rushes like a huge yellow comet's tail. We can’t get past it, we cover ourselves with dressing gowns in advance and drive the horses. Suffocates. We hurry to overtake the camel.

Who is going? - we ask the rider.

There is a sart with wool. He is not from here and does not know auls. And ahead is a new comet tail, and again we overtake and ask:

Where is the village?

Far away, - they answer, - in the autumn pasture. Mamyrkhan migrated, Auspan migrated, there are no close auls, winter quarters and even graves.

Over the valley where we rode, clouds descended like dark hair; it was getting dark; the steppe burned ahead, as if hundreds of wolves, their eyes sparkling, walked in one line towards us.

We began to look for a mountain crack for the night and suddenly saw a calm fire. Someone lived inside this chaos, leaning a dugout against the mountain. In front of the entrance lay a bull and a camel. Inside this molehill, on the earthen floor, near the flaming balls of horse dung, sat men and women, as old as if they had been there since the time of the expulsion of the first people from paradise. Our random companion, a Jewish cattle dealer, seeing them, began to pray and praise God.

Everything is true in the Talmud, - the old man muttered, - and there is not a single word that is wrong: the steppe, and the mountains, and the light, and people, like Adam and Eve.

The first people placed in front of us a cup with grains of wheat fried in lard.

Farmers!

Jetaks, - said the satellites, - lie, do not roam.

And they began to tell, under the whistle of a snowstorm, how the usual circle of a nomadic year is torn in the steppe and these first farmers, jetaki, remain on the other side of the common life ...

Everything is like in the Talmud, - repeated the Jew.

In the steppe, the poet begins spring. In a dark molehill, squatting by the fire, he sings that he hears the movement of creative forces in the earth. Ice icicles melt on the window, and light penetrates the dugout. The moon, the stars and all the heavenly bodies are visible. And so the biblical one is fulfilled: “Let there be light!”

Noisy spring streams: land and water are separated. The birds fly incessantly talking: the little bustard rings its wing, the coccyx and kestrel tremble in the air. Gophers sing at their holes. Each hill is green. In the dugout, after the poet, the mouse seems to be the first to see spring. She climbs the camel's hump and squeaks that she sees spring.

And a man comes out and sees, as at the entrance to paradise, that everything is fine. They say that here a praying mantis from a branch of green asparagus with a shaggy paw points the way to a summer pasture.

The caravan is surrounded by animals. In front, on the best argamak, the most beautiful girl of the village rides in scarlet clothes, in a hat trimmed with sable and decorated with owl feathers. In the parking lot, she suddenly whips her horse and rushes all in red through the red flowers, like a fiery one fell on dry land. Dzhigits want to catch up with her and touch her chest with their hands. But the girl wriggles like a lizard, whips the horsemen right in the face with a whip, and gallops on, to the edge of the steppe.

Blood runs down their faces. It is not easy to catch up with a beauty. Only one, the most dexterous, achieves his goal, and the girl rides with him submissively, like a powerless moon after a night. Then even the ascetic of the desert, the camel, goes mad. And in a string, barren women are drawn to the holy mountains to spend the night there and ask God to send them children this spring. Great Khudai sends to everyone, and everyone rejoices and multiplies. Spring, summer passes, and again from aul to aul, from wintering to wintering, from grave to grave rolls like a black sin, a tumbleweed.

The great Khudai knows his business, - say the old farmers who have lost their pasture.

And these old people tell about the terrible year of the Hare, when they lost their livestock, and could no longer go to the summer pasture in the spring, and remained in their wintering for eternity in the sweat of their brows to work the land.

In the year of the Hare, the great Khudai sent jute: the steppe froze, cattle, extracting grass from under the ice, cut their legs, lost weight without food and fell. Buran picked up the animals and drove them like tumbleweeds from end to end. After a storm in the sunlight, wolves emerged from the cracks of the mountains, crows, vultures and magpies flocked. The whole steppe was covered with corpses. There was a howl, and a croak, and a chirp, and a last terrible roar.

The great Khudai did not completely destroy the poor people who sheltered us during the snowstorm, he left them one bull and a camel to work the land and sow “bida” (wheat) in the sweat of his brow.

This is what people who know the steppe and old people who have experienced the year of the Hare told us in the dugout under the whistle of a snowstorm.

As in the Talmud, the Jew repeated, there is not a single word that is wrong.

The mice squealed, the bull chewed, the camel sniffed - all living things that remained with these people after they were expelled from paradise.

And it was hard to imagine paradise for us, weary of the road, exiled a very long time ago, never having seen the summer pasture of nomads. And it was impossible to imagine a land where one could simply be happy and not remember: “The kingdom of God is in yourselves,” and not in the earth.

But these people were sure that behind the hill of Maira, where we almost got there, where they had been roaming quite recently, was the promised land.

Arch, - said our Adam and Eve, - here is the ridge of the earth, this is that land.

But why is she Arch, why Arcadia? we asked.

The mutton is fat, the koumiss is drunk, they don’t sow bread and don’t eat it, the first farmers answered.

In the morning after the snowstorm, the steppe was still green. In late autumn, the steppe-desert comes to life for a short time. Gloomy wrinkles spread across the sky. The sun was rising. Golden furrows lay in the sky.

By the lake someone was waving white. We thought: "This is a hunter poisoning a white gyrfalcon." They began to wait for the flight of the bird. But the hunter kept waving, but the gyrfalcon did not fly. The old jetak told us about the hunter: this is his crazy son-in-law; earlier he had countless herds of bay horses, but in the year of the Hare, the great Khudai took everything from him and ordered him to live in a dugout and cultivate the land. The proud man said to this: “I don’t want to live alive in the grave,” and settled in a crack in the mountain. For this, the great Khudai deprived him of his mind: he used to be the first hunter with white falcons and gyrfalcons, and now, when he sees ducks on the lake, he comes out of a crack and waves his white hat like a gyrfalcon.

Oh Allah! sighed old Adam.

And Eve answered him in exactly the same way:

Oh Allah!

We wanted to say goodbye to them, but they wished to take us to the pasture, to show us the happy country beyond the Mair hill. They began to pack and gather, as in the spring for a roam. Flocks of cranes stretched everywhere on the horizon like beaded threads. Above us, the old cranes taught the young ones to form triangles and led regiment after regiment to warmer climes. And we, too, like cranes, were going to go somewhere to the pasture in the fall.

Chock, chock! the woman shouted at the camel.

He bent his knees reluctantly and screamed. The woman sat on horseback and, holding on to a thin hump, shouted:

The camel raised the woman high above the dugout.

The old man sat on the bull.

Our horses were more cowardly than a camel, and the bull lagged behind everyone.

Choo, choo! - the old man whipped the bull, also cowardly and, catching up with us, said his steppe proverb:

If your comrade is crooked, try to close your eyes in order to be with him under a couple.

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Grandmother suggested to my mother that she choose one of the two rooms, or a hall, or a living room, for her quarters. In the grass, in the bushes of dogwood and wild rose hips, in the vineyards and on the trees, cicadas were flooding everywhere. One of the secrets of the popularity and persistence of our songs is not only their musical side, but also good words. The performances of the dance ensemble were held with great success both in our country and abroad. A white, even pale, face, dark hair, a velvety black look and long eyelashes - that's all that caught his eye and blinded him. The upper eyelids hung somewhat over the eyes, which is so often observed in artists, hunters, sailors, in a word, in people with concentrated vision. He spent whole days on resolving everyday but necessary business questions, on checking the reports and innumerable summaries compiled by the accountant, on listening to brigadier reports, on production meetings, in a word, on everything without which the existence of a large collective farm is inconceivable and that in work least of all satisfied Davydov. Pushkinogorye... This region, where everything: the sky, and groves, and grass, and the wind itself breathes Pushkin, should reveal to everyone the amazing world of the great poet, a world that makes a person spiritually richer.

No. 355. I liked his features: involuntary devotion to dreams, inimitable strangeness and a sharp, chilled mind.

They agreed: wave and stone, poetry and prose, ice and fire are not so different from each other. Between them, everything gave rise to disputes and attracted to reflection: the tribes of past treaties, the fruits of science, good and evil, and age-old prejudices, and age-old secrets of the grave. She liked novels early on;

they replaced everything for her;

she fell in love with the deceptions of both Richardson and Rousseau. Tatyana, with her cold beauty, loved the Russian winter, the frost in the sun on a frosty day and the sleigh, and the late dawn, the glow of pink snows, and the darkness of Epiphany evenings. The moon was shining and with a languid light illuminated Tatyana's pale beauty and loose hair, and drops of tears. Her walks last a fraction. Now now a hillock, now a brook willy-nilly stop Tatiana with their charms. Sorry. Whatever you are looking for here behind me in the stanzas of careless memories, whether rebellious respite or from the labors of living pictures, or sharp words, or grammatical errors, God forbid that in this book you are for entertainment, for dreams, for the heart, for magazine collisions, although he could find a grain. Let's part for this, I'm sorry.

No. 356. Our school team won the championship not only in chess, but also in checkers. New records were set for both long jump and high jump. Competitions were held not only in athletics, but also in swimming. Both boys and girls participated in cross-country skiing. The plant has achieved great success both in increasing output and in reducing costs.

No. 357. Ivan Ivanovich is thin and tall;

Ivan Niki forovich is a little lower, but it spreads in thickness. On the shelves, in the corners, stood jugs, bottles and flasks of green and blue glass, various silver goblets, gilded cups of all kinds: Venetian, Turkish, Circassian. Everything gave him an edge over others: advanced years, and experience, and the ability to move his army, and the strongest hatred of all enemies. The old ataman bent down and began to look in the grass for his cradle with tobacco, an inseparable companion on the seas and on land, and on campaigns, and at home. The receptions and customs of a significant person were solid and majestic, but not complicated. All this - noise and talk, and a crowd of people - all this was somehow wonderful to Akaky Akakievich. He couldn't feel his arms or legs. Some kind of smoky blue, silvery soft light or fog poured over me from all sides. Through the noise of the waves, something like sighs or quiet, affectionate cries reached them. The quiet twilight hour, the rustle of trees and the incessant sound of water - all this set up in a special way. At this time of the year, large fish, such as: ides, chub and tench, no longer took. Both mother and son were so absorbed in their work that they did not notice the arrival of Maxim. A solitary female voice sang, sometimes sadly and vaguely, sometimes fervently and cheerfully. Everyone: both officers and sailors were at the top and eagerly peered into the depths of the bay. The sea is eternal and incessant, noisy and splashing.

No. 358 - orally.

No. 359. Quiet in the old country park... A yellow maple leaf, killed in autumn, is slowly falling to the ground. Yellow oak trees stood in the dew. She brought new illustrated magazines from the city. She wanted to leave, he stopped her with a gesture and took a new, uncut book from the high table. All travelers were dressed in the same polar suits. Old Peru has no desire to soil flying leaves;

other cold dreams, other strict worries, both in the noise of light and in silence, disturb the sleep of my soul. The sun had not yet risen because of a short, gnarled birch forest that could be seen in the distance, but the first orange rays, like sharp needles, made their way through the foliage and, softly gilding the eastern slope of the high-rise building, sparkled with a scattering of pink sparks in the gray dewy grass ... And only a very attentive eye could discern in this peaceful, deserted, calm landscape some kind of indistinct movement. It was a grey, dank, windy day. Alyosha handed him a small folding round mirror that stood on the chest of drawers. Over the wet field, over the woods, ruffled with the pale, silky green of the spring foliage, shapeless brown clouds hurriedly stretched. Snowdrifts were covered with a thin ice crust. Large, heavy drops hung on the glossy branches of the bushes. The bright winter sun peeked through our windows.

No. 360 - orally.

No. 361. Lena is a mighty Siberian river, its length is 4500 kilometers. The sources of the Lena are located in the Baikal Mountains at an altitude of meters above sea level. In the beautiful wooded banks, taking tributaries from the right, then from the left, the Lena, in its swift run to the north, is gradually growing, increasing. When it flows into the Laptev Sea, the Lena divides its waters into numerous channels. The shallow sands, the winding fairway - all this complicates navigation in the Lena delta.

The Lena is an extremely picturesque river both in the upper and in part and in the middle reaches. [how, so].

The mountainous shores are sometimes steep and precipitous and consist of red sandstone, sometimes undulating. [this and that].

From the mountains, in many places, warm mineral springs run into the river. [, ].

Both to the right and to the left of the coast there are continuous ridges of mountains covered with forests. [and, and].

Lena is the main shipping artery of Eastern Siberia, it is of great importance for the intensively developing economy of a vast territory.

Here our geologists have found large reserves of minerals: gold and tin, mica and zinc, coal and iron.

Various machines and equipment, residential buildings, scientific instruments, products and various industrial goods are delivered here along the Great Northern Sea Route (journalistic style).

Right, sandstone, left.

No. 362 - orally.

No. 363. Only people who are able to love strongly can also experience strong grief;

but the same need to love counteracts their grief and heals them. The street leading into the city was empty. They entered the corridor, narrow and dark. Lazy by nature, he was also lazy by his lackey upbringing. Passionately devoted to the master, he, however, does not lie to him on a rare day. A man in his thirties, healthy, handsome and strong, was lying on a cart. The earth and the sky, and a cloud floating in the azure, and a dark forest whispering indistinctly below, and the splashing of a river not seen in the darkness - all this is familiar, all this is dear to him.

The mother's stories, more lively and vivid, made a great impression on the boy. Covered with hoarfrost, they went into an indistinct illuminated distance, sparkling, almost transparent. The frost hit 30, 35 and 40 degrees. Then at one of the stations we saw mercury frozen in a thermometer. The rusty sedge, still green and juicy, leaned toward the ground. The song, quiet, lingering and mournful, like a cry and barely audible, was heard now from the right, now from the left, now from above, now from under the ground. At the sight of Kalinovich, the lackey, stupid in appearance, but in a livery with galloons, drew himself up into a duty pose. Boris could not sleep and he went out into the garden in a light morning coat. Berezhkova herself, in a silk dress, with a cap on the back of her head, was sitting on the sofa.

His small black eyes, always restless, tried to penetrate your thoughts. I have already been given two or three epigrams to my account, rather caustic, but at the same time very flattering. Alyosha left his father's house in a broken and depressed state of mind. Free of the bad pun, he cheered. Pale, he lay on the floor. We went to the exam, calm and confident in our abilities. Behind her walked a man with a large mustache, in a Hungarian coat, rather well dressed for a footman. Near the road, two willows, old and young, gently leaned against each other, and whispered about something. Gifted with extraordinary strength, he worked for four. Anxiety, vague, indistinct, gripped Vaska more and more tightly. We chose a place for ourselves next to a pile of speck, picked up stones on the bank of a river, muddy from the rain, and lit a fire on the stones. Just before sunset, the sun came out from behind the clouds covering the sky, and suddenly with a crimson light illuminated the purple clouds, the greenish sea, covered with ships and boats, swaying in an even wide swell, and the white buildings of the city, and the people moving along the streets. Life in the city, sleepy and monotonous, took its course. The river, cluttered with white hummocks, sparkled slightly under the sad silvery light of the moon that stood over the mountains.

No. 364. A traveler going to the central regions of the Tien Shan for the first time is amazed by the beautiful roads laid in the mountains. A lot of cars are moving along the mountain roads. Heavy vehicles filled with cargo and people climb high passes, descend into deep mountain valleys overgrown with tall grass. The higher we climb the mountains, the cleaner, cooler the air. Closer to us are the peaks of high ridges covered with snow.

The road winding around the mountain cliffs winds through a deep hollow.

A swift and stormy mountain stream either washes away the road, or is lost in a deep stone channel.

A wild, desert impression is made by the deep mountain bed of Bina, stretching along the stormy river. The stalks of dried herbs, ringing in the wind, cover the wild steppe. A rare tree can be seen on the bank of the river. Little steppe hares hide in the grass, with their ears pressed down, sit near telegraph poles dug into the ground. A herd of goitered gazelles crosses the road. Far away you can see these light-footed animals rushing across the steppe. Stopping on the bank of a noisy river that washed away the edge of a mountain road, on the slopes of the mountain you can see a herd of mountain chamois with binoculars. Sensitive animals raise their heads, peering at the road running below.

No. 365. The sun, which immediately began to scorch, quickly rose over the steppe ... several smokes, pinkish and yellowish, very dense and at the same time very airy, stood over the city. The sky is darkening, heavy and inhospitable, it hangs lower and lower above the earth. It rained incessantly, slanting and shallow. Tired, we finally fell asleep. The wind, still strong, was now blowing from the east. He could distinguish between these deep sighs a muffled grunt, now dying down, now growing into angry rifts. The moon, clean and sharp, stood overhead. Astonished, I contemplate what happened for a while. I saw a group of rocks at the top that looked like a deer, and admired it. The night was approaching, endlessly long, sullenly cold. The whole expanse, densely flooded with the darkness of the night, was in a furious movement. Meanwhile, frosts, although very light, dried and stained all the leaves. A mass of earth, either blue or gray, in places lay in a humpbacked heap, in places stretched along the horizon in a stripe. It was a white winter with the harsh silence of cloudless frosts, dense creaking snow, pink frost on the trees, a pale emerald sky, caps of smoke above the chimneys, clouds of steam from instantly opened doors, fresh, as if bitten, faces of people and the troublesome run of chilled horses.

No. 366. The road winds between two ruts covered with green roadside grass. Lily saucers and threads coming from them are very graceful. The sun had set, and light clouds froze in the sky, pink from the sunset. From somewhere to the right came sounds very similar to the crying of a child. The horses moved slowly across the densely overgrown steppe. The shepherd, who spent the night in the mountains, comes to our fire. We sailed in the fog that covered the shore. In the snowy expanses that deceive the inexperienced eye, it is difficult to determine the distance.

No. 367. In the meadows overgrown with lush vegetation, there were many birds. The novel created by the young author caused lively controversy. Residents of the village affected by the flood received timely assistance. Driven by the waves and the wind, the boat quickly rushed along the river. From afar, logs were seen floating on the water.

No. 368. The day was warm, autumn and rainy. The spacious vista that opened up from the dais where the Russian batteries defending the bridge stood, was suddenly drawn in by a muslin curtain, then suddenly expanded, and in the light of the sun objects, as if covered with varnish, became far and clearly visible. You could see the town under your feet with its white houses and red roofs, the cathedral and the bridge, on both sides of which, crowding, masses of Russian troops poured. On the turns of the Danube one could see ships and an island, and a castle with a park, surrounded by the waters of the confluence of the Enns with the Danube, one could see the left bank of the Danube, rocky and covered with pine forests, with a mysterious distance of green peaks and blue gorges.

No. 369. A gossip pike was chasing a gossip carp. The strength and charm of the taiga is not only in giant trees. Lived in a hut poor nyak-shoemaker. I have a story Snow. He was unfailingly successful in all undertakings. Ivan Ivanovich and Burkina were met in the house by the maid, a young woman. We gathered most often at Boris Muruzov, a zoologist. Vasilisa the cook sang on the black porch. Andrey's old uncle, Anton, let Pierre out of the carriage. Nikolushka walked along the soft crunchy needles - the forest carpet. Turgenev's peers - pupils of the school of the great poet, nourished by his poetry - we all retained in ourselves forever the charm of his genius.

Pushkin, the father of Russian art, had two direct heirs in his word - Lermontov and Gogol, who gave birth to a whole galaxy of us, figures of the 40s, 60s ... As a remarkably intelligent person, he did not meet his equal. As an artist of the word, N.S. Leskov is quite worthy to stand next to such creators of Russian literature as L. Tolstoy, Gogol, Turgenev, Goncharov.

The lieutenant-signalman was sitting with the driver. The wife of Nikolai Nikolayevich, a Frenchwoman, was no less distinguished by her humanity, kindness and simplicity. I saw Colonel Polyakov - the head of the Cossack artillery, which played an important role that day - and together with him I arrived at the abandoned village. I leisurely walked to the old tavern, an uninhabited ruined hut, and stood at the edge of a coniferous forest. The usual companions of my hunting excursions live here - the foresters Zakhar and Maxim. I am again a cooker on the Perm steamer ... Now I am a “black dishware” or a “kitchen peasant”. In the kitchen, the dear cook Ivan Ivanovich, nicknamed the Bear Cub, is in charge. The girls, especially Katenka, with joyful enthusiastic faces, look out the window at the slender physiognomy of Volodya getting into the carriage. The driver blew a siren, a postman girl ran out of the hollow. Her father Platon Polovtsev, an engineer, was an old friend of my father. We, hunters, find our happiness by the fire.

The second Chaadaev - my Evgeny, fearing jealous condemnations, in his clothes was a pedant and what we called a dandy. This window looked out from the room in which the young first violin, Mitya Gusev, who had just graduated from the conservatory, lived in a summer position. Stars appeared in the green sky - harbingers of frost.

No. 370. Every bird, even a sparrow, attracted my attention.

The most early-ripening mushrooms, such as birch and russula, reach full development in three days. The steppe, that is, the treeless and undulating endless plain, surrounded us on all sides. Uncle Sergei Nikolaevich began to teach me calligraphy and penmanship.

Approaching Sergeevka, we again found ourselves in an urema, that is, in a dumping ground overgrown with sparse bushes and trees. Father and Yevseich, in the shortest possible time, you fished a lot and very large fish, especially perches and asps.

Lemongrass, a yellow butterfly, sits on a lingonberry. In late autumn, the steppe-desert comes to life for a short time. The next morning I took a boat to Prorva with my artist friend. Startled, he opened his brown eyes wide. As a journalist, I am by nature a cheerful person. When Alexei Krasilnikov left the infirmary, he met his countryman Ignat, a front-line soldier. At one time, a very nice person went to the sisters - Captain Roshchin, seconded to Moscow to receive equipment. Poor thing, she lay motionless, and blood flowed from the wound in streams. The Kirghiz driver sits motionless. With him was a shaggy strong dog named Faithful. Now it's good on the Oka, or on the Talka River. The expedition team included Arseniev, head of the expedition, Nikolaev, assistant in the economic and organizational part, Gusev, a naturalist and geologist, Dzyul, a journalist. As a sailor, I understand these murderous surges of waves, this clang of an iron mass, trembling and groaning in the violent embrace of the elements.

No. 371. Nothing could be seen in the dark distance, except for the sparkling lights. Instead of a cheerful Petersburg life, boredom awaited me in a deaf and distant side. Everything around was wet. Not a sound but the sighs of the sea. The entire crew of the ship, including the captain and the chief engineer, and the barman, consisted of eight or nine people. In addition to the pretzel shop, our host also had a bakery. Father and son, instead of greeting after a long absence, began to cuff each other in the sides, and in the waist, and in the chest, now retreating and looking around, then advancing again. The soil of the Suchanskaya valley, with the exception of only the swamps at the mouth of the river, is extremely fertile. Above all expectations, the weather was dry and warm throughout October. In addition to bright artistic sketches, Arseniev's books contain a lot of valuable material about life in the Ussuri region. All material, including diaries of travelers, is carefully studied.

The mood of the crew, beyond usual, was elated. In addition to Valya and Styopa, a boy unknown to Oleg was present in the kindergarten.

Everyone, with the exception of Varya, loudly applauded the singers. We, instead of telling the content of the story, will present only a short sketch of its main characters.

No. 372. All these sounds merge into the deafening music of the day's work and, rebelliously swaying, stand low in the sky over the harbour.

Standing under steam, heavy steamboat giants whistle, hiss, sigh deeply... About six paces from him, by the sidewalk, on the pavement, leaning his back against a bedside table, sat a young guy... Chelkash was sharpening his teeth, sticking out his tongue, terrible mug, staring at him with bulging eyes. The guy at first blinked in bewilderment, but then he suddenly burst out laughing, shouted through laughter: “Ah, an eccentric!” - and, almost without getting up from the ground, clumsily rolled from his nightstand to Chelkash's bedside table, dragging his knapsack through the dust and tapping his scythe on the stones with his heel. The guy got scared. He quickly looked around and, blinking timidly, also jumped up from the ground. Chelkash came, and they began to drink and eat while talking. The clouds crept slowly, now merging, now overtaking each other, their colors and forms interfered, absorbing themselves and reappearing in new outlines, majestic and gloomy. For a moment the boat shuddered and stopped.

The oars remained in the water, churning it, and Gavrila fidgeted uneasily on the bench. Chelkash got up from the stern, not letting go of the oar from his hands, and stuck his cold eyes into Gavrila's pale face. The boat Chel Kasha stopped and hesitated on the water, as if perplexed. Gavrila rowed silently and, breathing heavily, looked askance at where that fiery sword was still rising and falling. The sea has woken up. It played in small waves, giving birth to them, decorating with fringed foam, pushing against each other and breaking them into fine dust. Foam, melting, shi sang and sighed, and everything around was filled with musical noise and splash. Reflected by the playful sea, these stars jumped over the waves, now disappearing, now shining again. He walked without haste. There is no way to the sea, she, wriggling, creeps closer to the sandy strip, where the waves run up.

No. 373. Returning from the review, Kutuzov, accompanied by an Austrian general, went into his office and, calling the adjutant, ordered to hand over some papers related to the state of the incoming troops, and letters received from Archduke Ferdinand, who commanded the forward army. Goncharov is before us, first of all, an artist who knows how to fully express the phenomena of life. The Oblomovites very simply understood it as an ideal of peace and inactivity, disturbed from time to time by various unpleasant accidents, such as: illnesses, losses, quarrels, and, among other things, labor. The garden, more and more thinned, turning into a real meadow, descended to the river, overgrown with green reeds and willows;

near the mill dam there was a reach, deep and full of fish. On the second day, the storm intensified. Rolling, ragged clouds descended below, piled up in clumsy layers in the distance, leaned heavily on the sea and narrowed the horizon, dark as straw smoke;

boiling up, foaming in huge mounds, the waves rolled over the vast expanse, whistled and howled through the whirlwind, raising cascades of mother-of-pearl sprays. There were three of us: Saveliy, an old hunter, fat and round like a beehive, Pyzh, his long-eared dog, who understands hunting no worse than the owner, and I, at that time still a teenager.

No. 374. The enemy army was already moving out of the city, thundering in timpani and pipes and akimbo, the pans were leaving, surrounded by innumerable servants. Veretiev sat, leaning over and patting the grass with a branch. He grabbed the bear and, embracing and lifting it, began to circle with him around the room. Klim Samghin walked briskly along the street, not giving way to oncoming people. Tears appeared on Masha's eyelashes - she slowly wiped and propped up her cheek. Natasha, subdued, peered out of her ambush, waiting to see what he would do. Vanya worked tirelessly in the yard in the summer, went to the mill, carried bread. Having made several circles, he took his foot off the pedal of the machine, wiped off the chisel, threw it into a leather pocket attached to the machine, and, going up to the table, called his daughter. Prince Andrei, seeing the urgency of his father's demands, at first reluctantly, but then more and more animated and involuntarily in the middle of the story, out of habit, switching from Russian to French, began to outline the operational plan of the proposed campaign.

No. 375. At this morning hour, I feel uncontrollably sleepy, and, crouching behind my father's broad back, I nod. The song came from nowhere, either fading or growing. And not afraid of me, they sat close, the little forest birds sang loudly. Lying on the bank of a stream, I look up into the sky, where a deep, boundless expanse opens up above the branches swayed by the wind. As if emphasizing the frozen immobility of the July day, the forest grasshoppers sing and flood. Solid clouds of milky color covered the whole sky;

the wind quickly drove them, whistling and screeching. Rudin stood with his arms crossed over his chest and listened with intense attention. She did all this without haste, without noise, with a kind of tender and quiet solicitude on her face. The old man, without saying a word, with a majestic movement of his hand, threw out of the window the key to the door to the street. On another occasion, Lavretsky, sitting in the drawing room and listening to Gedeonovsky's insinuating but heavy rantings, suddenly, without himself knowing why, turned around and caught a deep, attentive, inquiring look in Lisa's eyes.

No. 376. The forests, despite the tropical heat, were not distinguished by tropical splendor. The porthole, according to the combat situation, was carefully curtained. But, despite the destruction, the ship continued to stubbornly stay on the water. The weather, despite the last third of October, was excellent. Thanks to the ebb of the snow, we could easily see the road. Despite the fatigue, the girl gladly walked on the ice. Meadow flowers this year, thanks to constant rains, are unusually bright and lush. At night, despite the starry sky, damp darkness fell on the calm sea, sometimes fogs arose. All three columns marched day and night, despite the blizzard that broke out.

No. 377. Contrary to our expectations, the day turned out to be sunny.

The train arrived in Moscow in the morning according to the established schedule. Pests of fruit trees, thanks to timely measures taken, were quickly destroyed. The weaker football team, contrary to the expectations of the audience, won. Our detachment, according to the order of the command, set out on a campaign at dawn. Thanks to proper treatment and strict bed rest, the patient recovered in two weeks. According to the decision of the general meeting, all students took part in the gardening of the school yard.

No. 378 - orally.

No. 379. From the forest, from behind the forester's house, barely visible to the children, people and carts were moving. He lived very far away, not in the city, but outside the city, in a blue hut among the ravines of the suburbs. Opening the window, I saw a lilac. It was in the spring, on a flying day. The station remained to the side, to the right. Far away, on the other side, a few bright red lights burned in all directions. She was sitting in the front row of seats, next to her dad, her eyes fixed on the stage. Below, at the heaped heaps of stones, the sea laps. And he himself seemed better to himself than then in Yalta. Far up into the mountains climbed the toy white houses of the outskirts of the city. On this pond, in the backwaters and lulls, between the reeds, an innumerable number of ducks hatched. It was cold and damp, especially in the dry dress. Lonely in the middle of the forest huddled a small station. Along the seashore, along the sand, sandpipers ran.

No. 380. Ahead, about two versts from the wagon train, long, low barns and houses with tiled roofs gleamed white;

there were no yards or trees near the houses. There, in the village, he, obviously knowing himself in his place, was in no hurry to go anywhere and was never busy. Despite the prohibition of Pechorin, she left the fortress to the river. My Cossack, contrary to orders, slept soundly, holding a gun with both hands. Fortunately, due to an unsuccessful hunt for shi, the horses were not exhausted. Bulba, on the occasion of the arrival of his sons, ordered to convene all the centurions and the entire regimental rank. He woke up at five o'clock in the afternoon and, despite the scorching heat, he soon wanted to eat tea. The unbearable horse, having caught up with the draft horses, in spite of all my efforts, stopped so unexpectedly that I jumped from the saddle onto my neck and almost flew off. He grabbed the bread, quickly kissed his mother's hand and, despite his fatigue, looking excitedly into the darkness with his sharp eyes, began to chew this wonderful wheat humpback. Despite the polar night and fierce winds, none of the winterers caught a cold or fell ill. Now, that is, with the onset of the summer heat, pack-walking has become far less tempting than in spring.

No. 381. Motherland. This word especially sounds to me, | complete, | | ].

deep meaning. [I see its vast fields, agitated by the harvest. A warm wind flies over them, |raising flower dust|.

[The country that gave birth to us is extensive and diverse. The rivers crossing its spaces are inexhaustible and full-flowing. Vast, green forests, high mountains, shining with eternal glaciers. The light of the bright sun is reflected in their snowy peaks. The sultry steppes are wide, the deaf Siberian taiga, spread out like an ocean, is impenetrable. Crowded and innumerable cities scattered in our country. Many languages ​​are spoken by the people who inhabited this majestic country. Spacious blue distances, calls and wonderful songs of the people living in it.

No. 382. Like a slender poplar, he rushed on his buckskin horse.

In the meadows, forward and to the side, like tentacles, sentinels wandered.

The road is as smooth as water. The yard is like a parade ground, paved with cobblestones. At the turn, the student's face suddenly smelled, as if from a deep cellar, of a damp chill ... The feet stepped inaudibly and softly, as if on a carpet. The slanting rain, driven by a strong wind, poured like a bucket. And soon the saved city will be covered with ringing pavement, as if with forged armor. Eyes glow like two candles.

Everything is gone, that the sound is empty, and sweet Tanya's youth is fading.

Poets like Lermontov are stricter with themselves than the most severe and exacting critics. As a kind person, he loved more than disliked people. I am writing this as a reader with a certain taste. Tarusa entered the history of our art as a place of fruitful inspiration.

No. 383. Razmetov thought about it. For some time they walked in silence, reminiscing about the distant and near past. Makar Nagulnov flared his nostrils, tightly compressed his thin lips and walked as if in formation, straightening his shoulders, clearly typing a step. With all his appearance, he showed the incarnation of inaccessibility. Razmetnov, on the way, now smiling, now desperately waving his hand, now twirling his blond curly mustache and screwing up his eyes like a well-fed cat...

Gremyachiy Log remained somewhere behind, disappeared behind the izvolok, and the wide steppe, which you cannot see with the eye, swallowed up Davydov. Inhaling with all his chest the intoxicating smells of grass and wet black soil, Davydov looked for a long time at the distant ridge of burial mounds.

Something reminded him of these mounds turning blue in the distance, the waves of the Baltic reared up by a storm ... Then his absent-minded wandering glance caught a barely noticeable point in the sky. The black steppe eagle, an inhabitant of many mounds, regally majestic, soared in its solitude in the cold skies, slowly, almost imperceptibly losing height on the mounds. Broad, blunt, at the ends, motionlessly outstretched wings easily carried him there, in the cloudy height, and the headwind greedily licked and pressed the black, dully shining plumage to the powerful clawed body.

Giving - adverb.

1. From the verb to give.

2. Nesov view.

3. Were walking (what are you doing?) reminiscing.

Turning blue - communion.

1. From the verb to turn blue.

2. N.f. - blue.

3. Post signs: real, current temp, unseen appearance.

4. Non-post signs: they fell, pl.

5. Mounds (what?) turning blue.

Magnificent is an adjective.

1. N.f. - majestic.

2. Post signs: relative.

3. Signs of non-fasting: they fell, ed number, husband genus.

4. Eagle (what?) Majestic.

Heaven is a noun.

1. N.f. - heaven.

2. Fasting signs: narits, neosoul, cf. genus, 2nd class.

3. Non-post signs: vin pad, unit number.

4. Soared (where?) in the skies.

No. 384 - orally.

No. 385. The exercise must be done cleanly and neatly.

The student must have been in a hurry and did not think through the task to the end. As a result of the rapid melting of snow, flooding is possible. - In the month of May, there may be frosts. The certificate issued by the factory committee is valid until the end of the month. - Indeed, during the whole of September the weather was wonderful. The decision in the case was quite clear. The train is obviously a little late.

My comrade and I agreed on everything, but he unexpectedly did quite the opposite. - The loss did not discourage the chess player, on the contrary, it forced him to play more carefully in the future. What does your silence mean? - So, you will come to me in the evening?

In my opinion, everything should be told. - In my face, everything was clear and so. Unfortunately, we didn't make it. - Numerous problems at work were added to their general misfortune. Let's say tomorrow night. Let's say no to fascism! You probably still missed it. - It was so likely that there was no point in hiding it.

No. 386. A) Unfortunately, frequent and heavy rains prevented the successful course of the journey. The weather, surprisingly, soon improved.

B) The face of Nozdryov, of course, is already somewhat familiar to the reader.

Nozdryov played checkers, apparently, not entirely without sin.

C) In my opinion, we should have come to the village long ago, but it was still not visible. Harvest views are said to be very good.

D) When doing morning exercises, it is necessary, firstly, to ventilate the room well beforehand, and secondly, to observe proper breathing during exercises, and finally, at the end of the exercises, wipe yourself to the waist with cold water. Morning exercises have a beneficial effect on the human body, therefore, it must be practiced. Khor was a positive, practical, administrative head, rationalist, Kalinich, on the contrary, belonged to the number of idealists, romantics, enthusiastic and dreamy people. He didn't get angry; on the contrary, he laughed. We have prepared everything for the trip and, thus, tomorrow we set off.

No. 387. Horses, sleighs, trees, a bull tied to a post - everything was white and seemed soft and fluffy. And the wattle fences, and the cattle whitening in the yards, and the roofs of the houses, and the slender ruins - everything seemed to be sleeping in a healthy quiet labor sleep. The guns, which had spent two days in the cold and, probably, thickly oiled, misfired. Of course, there was nothing to answer such a clear and convincing argument. At the very edge of the water lay some kind of large dark mass ... Undoubtedly, it was a sea animal thrown ashore by the waves. The birds, apparently, froze in the snow, and therefore huddled together... Unfortunately, frequent and heavy rains prevented the successful course of the journey. Through the holes I could see part of a low house with two, to my surprise, illuminated windows. The very best time for fishing with a net is, according to the stories of the peasants, in spring and autumn. So, two respectable men, the honor and decoration of Mirgorod, quarreled among themselves. For example, he did not like spring carriages. The purpose of our excursion is, firstly, to acquaint writers with the new requirements of millions of readers, secondly, to expand and deepen the subject of art, and thirdly, to direct some comrades on a wide road. Opekushin came from the common people, at first self-taught, then a recognized artist and, finally, an academician. Prince Vasily always spoke lazily, like an actor reciting the role of an old play. Anna Pavlovna Sherer, on the contrary, despite her forty years, was full of animation and impulses. Her disposition was very meek, or, rather, frightened.

So, as stated above, over the years I did not become important. Looking around, I went, as it seemed to me, straight to the sea, but on the way I met a forest swamp, littered with a well. After seeing off the fiancé, Nadia went upstairs to her room, where she lived with her mother (grandmother occupied the lower floor). Dmitry, that was the name of my neighbor, was hardly noticeable in the class. One day (it was already May, but no one seemed to notice either the ice drift on the Moskva River or the cherry blossoms) I was standing in the crowd at the monument. The male population of the village lives on campaigns and at cordons or posts, as the Cossacks call it. Ovsyannikov flew into the ravine with a racing droshky, a boy sitting behind him, and a horse. Fortunately, at the bottom of the ravine, sand lay in heaps. I was assisted by a painter, or, as he called himself, a painting contractor. One day, it was at the end of May, we were sitting on the porch and waiting for supper. Although for a real hunter a wild duck does not represent anything particularly captivating, but for lack of other game yet (this was in early September: woodcocks had not yet arrived, and I was tired of running through the fields after partridges), I obeyed my hunter and went to Lgov .

So, I'm in Yalta. Now evening. The wind is blowing, as in the fourth act of The Seagull, but no one comes to me, but, on the contrary, I myself will have to leave after ten, putting on a fur coat. He had a premonition that Prince Andrei would drop all his skill with one word, with one argument. In a word, this man had a constant and irresistible desire to surround himself with a shell, to create for himself, so to speak, a case that would seclude him, protect him from external influences. Fishing boats, hardly visible to the eye (they seemed so small), dozed in the sea not far from the house. The forester's lodge, as Nikolai Nikolaevich managed to notice, was placed on piles so that there was free space between its floor and the ground. Many of us still understand by the word "literature" stories, novels, poems, in a word, fiction. These gentlemen, apparently, willingly, as their own (an honor that they did to a few), accepted Prince Andrei into their circle.

No. 388. FAMILY TURKINS.

When in the provincial town of S. visitors complained of boredom and 2.

monotony of life, then the locals, as if justifying themselves, say 3. 4.

Riley, on the contrary, is very good in S., that in S. there is a library, a club, 5. 6.

there are balls that, finally, there are smart interesting pleasant se 7.

myi, with whom you can make acquaintance.

And they pointed to the Turkin family as the most educated and talented.

This family lived on the main street near the governor, in their own house. Turkin Ivan Petrovich himself - a full, handsome brunette, with whiskers - staged amateur performances for a charitable purpose, he himself played old generals and at the same time coughed very funny. He knew many anecdotes, charades, sayings, he liked to joke and make jokes, and he always had such an expression on his face that it was impossible to understand whether he was joking or speaking seriously. His wife, Vera Iosifovna, a thin, pretty lady in pince-nez, wrote stories and novels and willingly read them aloud to her guests. Daughter, Ekaterina Ivanovna, a young girl, played the piano. In a word, each member of the family had some talent of their own.

[ 1 ], then (2) what (3) (4) (5), what with which (7) No. 389. You, Petya, tell us better about the planets. Why are you angry, Varya? Farewell home, farewell old life. Let's go, dear, let's go. Dear Maria Vladimirovna, Masha received a letter from you and briefly told me its contents. I am writing to you, dear Alexey Sergeevich, after returning from hunting. Dear Ivan Maksimovich. A couple of weeks ago I sent it to the censors, and probably the new one-act play The Tragedian Against His Will has already been approved.

I saw you, hills and fields. Forgive me, free villages and the land of the fathers, and the quiet Don. O sea, whom shall I call to battle? Reader, friend, I will not break the terms of friendship dear! Brave, brothers! The storm is full, my sail is straight and strong! I greet you, devastated house, withered oaks lying all around, and the blue sea, and you, steep rocks, and formerly lush garden - deaf and wild! O my knight!

I envy you. Yours is not right, oh heaven, a holy sentence.

How wonderful you are and how good you are in your noise, wonderful city. Volga, river-Volga, mother, you are not without reason dear to us! We are for peace! And we will carry this song, friends, around the world, let it sound in the hearts of people! Stand up for peace, people! The rows are narrower, country to country. Do not sew me, mother, a red sundress, do not enter, birth, in vain into a flaw. Why are you standing, swaying, thin mountain ash, bowing your head to the very tyn? Oh, you are my soul, my dear! What are you sitting? What do you think? Ali is my speech not to my heart? Why are you early, grass, turned yellow? What are you early, flowers, flew around? Why are you so, beautiful, lost weight: scarlet cheeks sunken, turned pale ...

No. 390 - orally.

No. 391. Ah, my youth quickly flashed like a falling star.

Chu! the troika is moving again! Thunders, rings and flies away! Oh, subtle thing! Oh, where did you go. Oh! here is the treasured oak. Well, you threw out a thing. Ba! old friend, we've known each other for a long time. Eh, Chichikov, why should you come? Alas, Tatyana fades, turns pale, goes out and is silent. Wow! hot! Picked mushrooms until noon. Yes, an hour later we already knew everything! Yes, dear critic, you are right. No, I would not get along with this share! Oh no! who should I be afraid of? All around was only black taiga and dark night. Yes, trust him. A short nap didn't refresh him, no.

No. 392 Of course, it's hard for you to leave? Ah, it really is dawn!

It will probably put all the turmoil on me. I woke up - someone says: was your voice, what do you think, so early? Like all Moscow ones, your father is like this: he would like a son-in-law with stars and ranks, and with stars not everyone is rich, between us. Well, of course, that would also have money to live on, so that he could give balls;

here, for example, Colonel Skalozub: and a gold bag, and aims for generals. Yes, with Chatsky, it’s true, we were brought up, we grew up. Let me get married, what would you say to me? - I would say, firstly, don’t bless the estate, brother, don’t manage bluntly, but, most importantly, go and serve. Oh, Alexander Andreyevich, it's bad, brother!... He often complains to me;

I'm happy for everyone, you know. In my judgment, the fire contributed much to her ornamentation. Well, really, what would you like to serve us in Moscow? From a noisy meeting. Please, be silent, I promised to be silent.

No. 393. Dear Mikhail Osipovich, I cannot understand what kind of illness Tolstoy has. Cherinov did not answer me, but nothing can be deduced from what I read in the newspapers and what you write ... His illness frightened me and kept me in suspense (Narrative, non-exclamatory, simple, two-part, complete, widespread, complicated homogeneous predicates) ... and.

In the first place, I never loved a single person as much as he did... Secondly, when there is Tolstoy in literature, it is easy and pleasant to be a writer;

even realizing that you have done nothing and will not do anything is not so terrible, since Tolstoy does everything for everyone. His activity justifies the hopes and aspirations that are placed on literature. Thirdly, Tolstoy stands firmly, his authority is enormous, and as long as he is alive, bad tastes in literature, all insolent and tearful gentry, all rough, embittered vanity will be far and deep in the shadows.

No. 394 - orally.

No. 395. I gave him your order, and he carried it out with great pleasure. So I sat down by the fence and began to dry off. The sun had set, and dim clouds hung over the dark steppe. Half an hour later we were sitting at home, drinking tea and telling our long awaited comrades about our adventures. The conversation seemed interesting to him, and he stopped, waiting for an opportunity to express his thoughts.

Both listened and spoke too animatedly and naturally, and Anna Pavlovna did not like this. We began to look for a mountain fissure for the night, and suddenly we saw a calm fire. The coachman shook his head, and the troika flew off into the steppe. It was starting to get dark and the stars were shining in the sky. This conversation continued for about an hour, and apparently made a deep impression on Andrey Yefimitch.

The starlings hatched and flew away, and their place in the birdhouse has long been occupied by sparrows. The moon rose and reflected like a red pillar on the other side of the pond. From a high cliff above our fanza, I noticed a steamer, and I wanted to look at the people. Once walking through the forest, I almost got lost, but, fortunately, I came across a path, and it led me to the sea.

No. 396. We are moving both mountains and rivers, the time for fairy tales has come to life, and along the Volga, free forever, ships sail to Moscow.

The thunder will stop, years will pass, we will grow old twice, three times, and then the legend-tale of the hero will be composed. Dark rain clouds were moving in from the east, and moisture smelt from there. On the shore, in the fishery, two fires were burning, but there was no one in the sea. A few more days passed, and each meeting, each conversation brought more and more alienation and dull hostility in their relationship. Startsev kept getting ready to visit the Turkins, but there was a lot of work in the hospital, and he could not choose free time. The thrushes were crying, and something living in the swamps nearby hummed plaintively, as if into an empty bottle. Lopakhin, probably, would have talked more with the cook, but the approaching rumble of aircraft was heard again, and he hurriedly headed for his trench.

Pugachev gave a sign, and they immediately released me and left me. His friends advised him to complain, but the caretaker thought and waved his hand, and decided to back off. The table and bed were in their original places, but there were no flowers on the windows, and everything around showed dilapidation and neglect. Sometimes I’ll get drunk again with harmony, I’ll shed tears over your thought, and maybe love will flash on my sad sunset with a farewell smile. Ostap had already gone about his business and had long since retired from smoking, while Andrey, without knowing why, felt a kind of stuffiness in his heart. The road now went into a ravine, then wound along the slope of the mountain, and new huge piles of clouds lay at the edge of the earth. Now the door creaks, then the gate quietly opens, then a hunched figure trudges from the house through the gardens. It was quiet in the garden, only the bird sometimes tossed and fell asleep in the linden branches, and the tree frogs groaned gently and sadly, and the fish splashed in the pond. I wanted to ask him about the dog, but he was obviously not in a good mood.

No. 397. An orchestra played in the city garden next door and a songbook choir sang. At that moment, a bell rang and she stood up. Pechorin did not take his eyes off her, and she often looked at him from under her brows. In early April, starlings were already noisy and yellow butterflies were flying in the garden. Suddenly, in the lower floor, under the balcony, a violin began to play, and two gentle female voices sang. It became stuffy in the sakla, and I went out into the air to freshen up. Night was already falling on the mountains, and fog was beginning to wander through the gorges. To the right, lightning flashed incessantly and the roar of cannonade could be heard. In the slanting rays of the setting sun, the stone buildings of the port city are brightly white, the coastal sands are golden, and, going into the endless distance, the quiet plain of the sea burns.

The sun was hiding behind the cold peaks, and a whitish mist was beginning to disperse in the valleys, when in the street there was a ringing of a road bell and the cry of a cab driver. When the moon came out from behind the clouds, everything around brightened and a silver path appeared on the sea.

No. 398. I felt very overtired, but I did not want to sleep. It rained for a long time, and the swamps became completely impassable. The speaker finished reading the report, and the listeners asked him many questions. The plan for the upcoming excursion was discussed in detail, and the students hit the road.

No. 399. He opened the door with a key, and they entered a dark room. A departing train whistle was heard, and somewhere in the distance young people were strumming guitars. Either it was a shot, or I just heard it. Mom went away on business, and I stayed at home. I wanted to call her, but it was too late. You give us tickets or we all stay here.

No. 400. Heading forward, we soon crossed the Singing Valley in a northwestern direction, suddenly an ancient river terrace opened before us, descending into another valley covered with other vegetation. The air, slightly frosty, was completely transparent, and the sea, completely blue, embraced the misty mountain, and the mountain reeds, in white lace from the frost, were getting better and prettier against the blue. Thunder rumbled, and it rained, the sun shone through the rain, and a wide rainbow spread from end to end. At this time, the bird cherry blossomed, and the bushes of wild currant turned green just above the water. The dawn flared up outside the windows, and in its light stood a garden covered with flowers of wet snow. The rooks screamed across the river, in the branches and everywhere, in the bushes and grass they sang, the birds screamed. The snow is trampled, mixed with mud, and only in the gardens and fields, bathed in the radiance of the cold autumn sun, does it sparkle with snowy whiteness.

Behind the mountains it was probably already dawn, but here, in a deep gorge, the light was slightly refracted, and the darkness became milky.

The shore was not visible from the bench, and therefore the feeling of infinity and grandeur of the expanse of the sea increased even more.

There is not a cloud in the sky, and the stars move and tremble with unusual brightness in their bottomless heights. In some places the sail was white, and the gulls, smoothly flapping their wings, sank into the water, barely touched it and rose again in circles, and above the gardens a kite swam high and slowly. It is getting dark outside, and a tallow candle is lit in the upper room. The air is stuffy and smells of herbs. The weather is great and unfortunately no rain. It was warm, and the winter rye gently waved from the midday breeze. The grass is damp and hard to fire, and therefore the fiery snakes crawl slowly, now torn to pieces, now dying out, then flaring up again. The bad weather continues and, apparently, will not end soon, and I willy-nilly have to hurry with leaving home for the Crimea, where I will stay all the very, and probably all winter. It was already quite warm, and the thunder rumbled still far away, but did not subside for a moment.

No. 401. We walked along a narrow path, along it little red snakes crawled back and forth, wriggling under our feet. Far away, somewhere, thunder rumbled, its grumbling sounds getting closer. Did the raindrops fall. The grass rustled metallically. We had nowhere to hide. Now it became dark, and the rustle of grass sounded louder, frightened. Thunder roared, and the clouds trembled, engulfed in blue fire. Heavy rain poured down in streams, and one after another thunderclaps began to rumble continuously in the desert steppe. Grass, bent by the blows of wind and rain, fell to the ground. Everything was trembling, worried. Lightning, blinding the eyes, tore the clouds. In their blue brilliance, in the distance, a mountain range rose, sparkling with blue lights, silver and cold. Everything thundered, shuddered, repelled sounds and gave birth to them. Marvelous chaos captivated and tuned in a heroic mood, embracing the soul with formidable harmony.

And I wanted to take part in it, to express in some way the feeling of admiration that overwhelmed me before this force. The blue flame that engulfed the sky seemed to be burning in my chest. I am for 1.2.3.

sang loudly, with all his might. Thunder roared, lightning flashed, rustled 4.

grass, and I sang and felt completely related to all sounds.

A [ and ].

No. 402. The wagon train stood by the river all day and started off when 2.

the sun was setting (narrative, non-exclamatory, complexly subordinated: 1. main, two-part, complete, widespread, complicated by homogeneous predicates;

and. 2. adverbial tense, two-part, complete, non-complicated, uncomplicated).

When (2). 2.1.

Near the rear wagon, where Yegorushka was, was an old man with a gray beard (narrative, non-exclamatory, complex:

1. main, two-part, complete, common, uncomplicated;

2. adnexal place, two-part, complete, non-complicated, uncomplicated). [where (2) 1].

Write when you arrive (incentive, non-exclamatory, complex: 1. main, one-part, definitely personal, complete, not widespread, uncomplicated;

2. subordinate tense, two-part, complete, non-complicated, uncomplicated). when (2).

He who sowed, he reaped (narrative, non-exclamatory, complex subordinating: 1. subordinate explanatory, one-component, generalized-personal, complete, non-spread, uncomplicated;

1. main, one-component, generalized-personal, complete, not widespread, uncomplicated). who (1), [that and 2].

Where the river went, there will be a channel (narrative, non-exclamatory, complex: 1. subordinate place, two-part, complete, non-spread, uncomplicated;

2. main, two-part, complete, non-complicated, uncomplicated).

where (1), [there and ].

The land and sea were plunged into deep darkness, so that in a few 2.

steps it was impossible to see a person walking nearby (narrative, non-exclamatory, complex subordinate: 1. Main, two-part, complete, common, complicated by homogeneous subjects and 2. subordinate consequence, one-part, impersonal, complete, common, complicated by participial turnover). , so (2).

When dawn broke, it became clear that the weather would be fine (declarative, non-exclamatory, complex with 2 subordinate clauses: 1. main, one-component, impersonal, complete, not widespread, uncomplicated;

2. Time clause, two-part, complete, non-complicated, uncomplicated;

3. Subordinate explanatory, two-part, complete, non-complicated, uncomplicated).

when (2), that (3).

No. 403. If you only knew how sorry I was that instead of you I found one note of yours on my desk (subordinate explanatory clauses). When the crimson sunset light flared in the windows, the music broke off (subordinate time). If there are no flowers in the middle of winter, then there is no need to be sad about them (subordinate condition). At times, the road broke through such a thick hazel that one had to sit bent over so that the branches would not whip the face (definitive subordinate, subordinate goal). Everything that we now hold in our hands becomes dearer to me every day (definitive clause). Chains of apple trees stretched out where there were wastelands (adventitious place).

Wipe yourself with cold water if you want to be healthy (subordinate condition). All night long quails sing in the wheat that there will be a fruitful year (an explanatory clause). We do not want the war to again succeed in flooding the whole world with blood and fire (explanatory clause).

No. 404. 1. Additional places. The trees all around, wherever you looked, were all golden. He stood where there were many stones. Sasha came from a place where people usually don't return.

2. Definitive clauses. He looked at the house where the smoke was coming from. Vanya turned to face the door where people were running.

He walked through the forest clearing where he had once walked with his father.

3. Clauses explanatory. Anya asked where I was all this time. Unfortunately, they didn't know where their friends had gone.

Where these two came from, I could not understand.

No. 405. Explanatory clause. We knew that Petya brought only two carp, but we were silent.

Adverbial degree. The rain had passed so quickly that the ground had not had time to become deeply wet.

Adverbial attributive. Yegorushka, hoping that the cloud was passing by, looked out the window.

Subordinate explanatory (with a union word). The girls immediately realized that this must be a very smart person.

Adverbial purpose. I work for the sake of finally making a person beautiful (K. Paustovsky).

Subjunctive explanatory. There was no point in even thinking about staying in the Crimea for another week.

No. 406. Toward evening, Belikov dressed warmer, although the weather outside was quite warm, and trudged to Kovalenki. All around it was quiet, so quiet that the buzzing of a mosquito could follow him through the summer. I thought about what happened, and did not understand anything. Jacob was nicknamed the Turk, because, indeed, he descended from a captive Turkish woman. Yegorushka, out of breath from the heat, which was especially felt now, after eating, ran to the sedge and looked around the area from there. Behind the rocky hill, where the stream flowed, rose another, smoother and wider. The song, quiet, lingering and mournful, like a cry and barely audible, was heard now from the right, now from the left, now from above, now from under the ground, as if an invisible spirit was hovering over the steppe and singing. To drown out the song, he, singing and trying to knock with his feet, ran to the sedge. After a hard day, such joy seized me that I even hugged my Louvain, and he, the old one, shed tears of pleasure. The heat was such that the slightest movement was tiring. I came here again to listen to the surf, looked for a long time in the direction where the steamer had gone, and then woke up in a fog. There are few such distant and clear fields as one can see from this hill in Russia.

No. 407. He decided to go to the Turkins to see what kind of people they were. I did not understand why and how all these sixty-five thousand people live. My sister and Anyuta wanted to ask how I was doing here, but both were silent and looked at me. Then she began to ask me where I now work. From time to time she stopped and, crying, raising now one chilled paw, then the other, tried to give herself an account of how it could happen that she had lost her way. In some places, along the moss and marsh burdocks, this smell was very strong, but it was impossible to decide in which direction it intensified and weakened.

The ginseng seeker sheltered me, fed me, did not ask where I came from and why I came here. The whole expanse seems to be covered with a web, and you can’t make out where the sea ends and the sky begins. The unmowed meadows are so fragrant that, out of habit, it becomes foggy and heavy in the head. I began to read and read so much that, to the chagrin of adults, I almost did not pay attention to the elegant Christmas tree. I saw a happy man whose cherished dream came true so obviously, who achieved his goal in life, got what he wanted, who was satisfied with his fate and himself.

While the fluff flies from the old aspens, the young ones change from their brown baby clothes into green ones.

His look and smile were so friendly that they immediately disposed in their favor. The Indian rooster, raising his head and looking around, swore furiously in his own way, as if an angry commander had interrupted the whole team for training for a mess. Sintsov recalled with alarm Serpilin's words that time is precious, and hesitated whether to detain the correspondent. While Raisky was leaving her, Tushin sent to ask if he could see her. I am writing to you to warn you that the feuilleton will be sent by me not today, on Sunday, but tomorrow, on Monday. A writer who truly masters his craft is always concise, because any revision, final processing of a work is, first of all, the removal of the superfluous. Leo Tolstoy said that the best kind of editing is a reduction. Masha felt that he was excited by something else, not only by their date, but she could not understand what. I will come to Moscow soon, but no one knows when.

No. 408. Tourists turned into a forest that stretched for tens of kilometers. The village, near which the detachment settled down to rest, was in a hollow. The birch trees that were planted near the fence in my presence have grown and have now become tall, branchy trees. The bus stopped at a mountain pass, from where, far below, the passengers saw the sparkling sea. In early November, severe frosts unexpectedly began, so the swamps were covered with a strong layer of ice. The snowfall has ceased, so regular public transport has resumed.

No. 409. The road was bad, so that in five hours we had not traveled even twenty miles. The main singers flew away, so that the forest stood dark and silent. In response to my question, I heard only his even breathing, because he immediately fell asleep. The rear wheel came off, so that the horse could not move the cart. Our straight road broke off and was already going down a steep slope overgrown with bushes, so we had to stop the horse.

No. 410. The wind suddenly blew with such force that it almost snatched the bundle and matting from Yegorushka;

startled, the matting rushed in all directions and clapped on the bale and on Yegorushka's face. The wind rushed whistling across the steppe, whirled randomly and made such a noise with the grass that neither thunder nor the creak of the wheels could be heard because of it. It blew from a black cloud, carrying with it clouds of dust and the smell of rain and wet earth. The moonlight became cloudy, it seemed to become dirtier, the stars frowned more, and it was clear that along the edge of the road clouds of dust and their shadows were hurrying somewhere. Now, in all likelihood, whirlwinds, whirling and carrying dust, dry grass and feathers from the ground, rose up to the very sky, probably, tumbleweeds were flying near the blackest cloud, and, as it must be, they were scared! But through the dust that covered his eyes, nothing could be seen but the flash of lightning.

No. 411. Swamps and long lakes stretched along the seashore and parallel to it, separated from each other by sandy banks. Near the house there was a small garden, overgrown with rutabaga, lard, and onions. In the dark sky, dotted with thousands of stars, barely perceptible lightning flared up. The tiger living in the Ussuri region is larger than its Indian counterpart. There was silence all around in the forest and on the field, broken only by the monotonous buzzing of mosquitoes. The raccoon dog is an animal that occupies a middle position between dogs, martens and raccoons. Ahead stretched a large swampy plain, covered with yellow-brown grass.

No. 412. Lost in the forest, we returned home late.

The hunters shuddered and looked around, hearing some rustle in the bushes. Coming out of the clouds, the moon illuminated the neighborhood with a pale light.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, they saw the sea in the distance. The forest stands silently, motionless, as if peering somewhere with its tops.

No. 413. When the detachment crossed a low mountain range, it fell into a valley, which was overgrown with dense forest. A large tree that lay on the ground blocked our path. When you enter the forest, which stretches for several hundred kilometers, you involuntarily experience a feeling of some timidity. Although the travelers were very tired, they still stubbornly walked forward. They moved on when they had rested and quenched their thirst. As we approached the sea, we heard its muffled noise from a distance.

No. 414. In his poem, he was able to touch on so many things, hint about so many things that he belongs exclusively to the world of Russian nature, to the world of Russian society. "Onegin" can be called an encyclopedia of Russian life and an eminently folk work! Is it surprising that this poem was received with such enthusiasm by the public and had such a huge influence both on contemporary and subsequent Russian literature. And its influence on the mores of society? It was an act of consciousness for Russian society, almost the first, but such a great step forward for it. This step was a heroic scale, and after it, standing in one place became impossible. Let time pass and bring with it new needs, new ideas, let Russian society grow and overtake Onegin, no matter how far it goes, but it will always love this poem, it will always stop on it with a look full of love and gratitude .

No. 415. Kutuzov wrote that the Russians did not retreat a single step, that 3. 4.

the French lost much more than ours, which he reports secondhand from the battlefield, before he has had time to collect the latest information.

[ 1 ], (what…2), (what…3), (what…4).

In the best friendships, flattery and praise are necessary 2. 3.

we walk, like grease is necessary for the wheels to keep them moving.

, (as…2), (to…3).

They arrived at the apartment by mother's car on Usachyovka, where it was 2.

recently lived for two days on the way to Simferopol and where 3. 4.

returned now with such a feeling as if they had lived not five days, but five years. , (where ... 2) and (where ... 3), (as if ... 4).

Serpilin looked at the gunners, wondering if it could be 3.

the truth of what he had just heard. , (2), (which…3).

The night was so black that in the first minutes, until the eyes were at 2.

after light to darkness, we had to grope our way. , (which…2, (3),…).

When their work is over and the wet net again lies on the bow 4.

the platform of the longboat, I see that the whole bottom is covered with live, still moving fish. (when, (2…) and (3…)), , (what…4).

It seems to me that if I followed him in a sequel not 2.

how old, he would also be elusive. , (what…, (if…3)…2).

Dasha noticed that when 2.

Roshchin, Katya did not immediately turn her head to him, but hesitated for a moment. , (what…, (when…3)…2).

Planting trees, and I rejoice in that, that if the shadow itself is not from him 3. 2.

wait, then my grandson will once enjoy that shadow.

, (what…, (if…3)…2).

No. 416. Be persistent, stubborn, but not stubborn ... Remember, 2. 5.

that there are many smart people in the world who can notice you have 3. 4.

mistakes, and if they are right, feel free to agree with them.

, (what…, (which…5)…2), and, (if…3, (4)).

Experience confirms that good feelings should go away cor 3.

nami in childhood, and humanity, kindness, affection, benevolence are born in work, worries, worries about the beauty of the surrounding world. , (which…2), and (3…).

Good feelings, emotional culture are the focus of 1. 2.

dexterity. I am sure that in order to fully master the Russian language, 3.

in order not to lose the feeling of this language, one needs not only constant communication with ordinary people, but also communication with pastures and forests, waters, old willows, the whistle of birds and every 4.

a flower that nods its head from under a hazel bush.

, (what…, (to…3)…2), (what…4).

No. 417. If everything is easy for a person in learning, if he does little work on the development of his abilities, then laziness of thought is gradually brought up in him, which can also form an incorrect attitude towards life. Since reading is one of the sources of thinking and mental development, one must accustom oneself to read attentively, thoughtfully, so that reading becomes a stimulus for a rich spiritual life. It is necessary to assimilate one simple truth, that we live in a special era, when active participation in public life is impossible without sound scientific knowledge. It is difficult to learn without good reading skills, so it is not enough to know letters, syllables, to be able to read words, because reading must be fluent, fast.

No. 418. Princess Mary begged her brother to wait another day, saying 2. 3. 4.

she said that she knew how unhappy her father would be if Andrei left without reconciling with him. , (what ... 2), (as ... 3), (if ... 4).

Already by the way the butler met them on the porch of Odintsy 1. 2.

of the house, friends could guess that they had acted unreasonably, succumbing to a fantasy that suddenly came to them.

(as ... 3), , (what ... 2).

With everyone else, he was on a short footing, which is not quite 3.

the hostess liked it, no matter how she talked about what was predisposed to her 4.

courts do not exist. , (what…2), (as…3), (what…4).

When the passions subsided completely and a calm discussion began 1. 4.

Well, I finally decided to ask Louvain what they were talking about. (when (2…) and (3…), , (about what…4).

When Chelkash, changing places with him, looked into his face and 3.

noticed that he was staggering on trembling legs, he became even more 1.

sorry guy. (when…2), (what…3), .

And suddenly, on the crest of this hill, at the point where, as it were, ended 1.

a well-trodden road, a dark spot appeared, which quickly began to stretch towards 3. in the form of a dark narrow ribbon.

(where…2), , (which…3).

I thought that if at this decisive moment I did not overpower the stubborn old man, then later it would be difficult for me to free myself from his guardianship. She knew from experience that the sooner you fell asleep, the sooner the morning would come. I love this poor nature, perhaps because, whatever it is, it still belongs to me. Understand that if you wrote stories the way you write letters, you would long ago have been a great big man ... I think that if you are not too lazy, you will write not badly.

No. 419. Now that he is gone, you feel especially painful, 3.

how precious was his every word, smile, movement, glance, in 4.

which shone his beautiful chosen aristocratic soul. , (as…3), (in which…4).

Anton Pavlovich did not like and got a little angry when he was told 3.

Riley that his dacha is too little protected from the dust flying from above 4.

from the highway and that the garden is poorly supplied with water.

, (when…2), (what…3), and (what…4).

How often he must have thought about the future happiness of man.

when in the morning one silently cut his roses, 3 more.

wet with dew, or attentively examined a young shoot wounded by the wind. , (when…2) or (3…)).

They treated Chekhov and everyone with great and heartfelt love.

di simpler, with whom he encountered: servants, peddlers, but strongmen, wanderers, postmen. .

On good, warm mornings, he could be seen on the bench behind the house, in the most secluded place of the dacha, where tubs of oleanders stood along the walls and where he himself had planted a cypress. But one should have seen Chekhov at certain moments, alas, so rare in recent years, when he was possessed by mirth and when he threw off his pince-nez with a quick movement of his hand and, swaying back and forth in his chair, burst into sweet, sincere and deep laughter.

No. 420. The book that my friend gave me tells us an interesting story of people's lives. From the mountain, dense coniferous forests and meadows were visible, which were full of flowers. The foggy bands, in which the meadows and arable lands sank, began to gradually redden and diverge. The division headquarters received news that the river had opened and the crossing had not yet been established. The climbers approached the camp, where the gathering of all detachments was appointed and the ascent to Elbrus was to begin. The tourists turned into the forest, which stretched to the river, along which the motor ships went. The village, near which the detachment settled down to rest, was located on the edge of a forest famous for its abundance of mushrooms. The scouts quietly crawled up to the river, the descent to which was covered with thick and tall grass, and decided to cross to the other side, overgrown with reeds.

No. 421 - orally.

No. 422. I looked up and saw: birds were flying high in the sky above the station. The headman asked him for a document - the document was not found. Frost is not terrible: the air is dry, there is no wind. Snow didn't fall - they started to ride sleighs only in December. The sun is burning hard - by the evening, apparently, a thunderstorm will gather.

No. 423. It was already evening, the sun had disappeared behind a small aspen grove that lay half a verst from the garden;

its shadow stretched endlessly across the motionless fields. The picture has changed: already on the black tablecloth of the fields one can see here and there white spots and stripes of snowdrifts. I began to call the owner - they are silent, I knock - they are silent.

To be afraid of misfortune is not to see happiness. It was difficult to stand on the bridge; I was terribly pleased to listen to the girl: she talked about the sea, unfamiliar to me.

Happy are the pines and firs: they are forever green, blizzards do not bring death to them, frosts do not blow death. I felt ashamed and could not finish the speech I had begun. It was a song. I listen: the song is slender, then drawn out and sad, then fast and lively. I look around: there is no one around, I listen: again the sounds seem to be falling from the sky. The red sun will rise - goodbye bright month! I looked around: the night was solemn and regal.

Calm down, the wound is not dangerous. I have been serving for sixteen years - this has never happened to me. Kuzma Kuzmich sat down in an armchair, took out a folder of papers from the table, and was about to write, but could not: the ink had frozen and was pushed out of the inkwell by a purple block of ice.

And the days run, the fields turn yellow, a decrepit leaf falls from the trees.

In late autumn, just before winter, the steppe turns green again. Above, the cry of a crane: the birds fly south. The goats bleat below, and the nomadic sheep go to the winter camp. Plow deeper - see more bread. I love the forest: like a tramp, it is dear to me, it is dearer to me, dearer than anything, sea and sky. On burdocks, on nettles, on any green grass, white petals scattered - bird cherry is fading. If you read books, you will know everything. Ulya tried to catch the reins, but could not reach;

the horses, almost bumping into the britzka in front, reared up and rushed to the side, almost breaking the traces.

They were chasing me - I was not embarrassed in spirit. The plain was deserted and sad, my heart sank. Everywhere is quiet: no dogs will bark, no human voice will respond. On the sides of the road and in the distance on the horizon, snake-like lights are burning last year's grass.

I write a life - a novel comes out, I write a novel - a life comes out.

The snow fell slowly in heavy fluffy flakes, turning the road into snowdrifts;

he tilted the trees with his weight. It was like this:

out of the deep darkness, throwing up a fiery blade, the beam of the spotlight about the current crossed obliquely.

No. 424. From mouth to mouth, from generation to generation, the unwritten wisdom of folk signs was passed on. Ideal barometers in 1. 2.

de - fish. Note that the loach, a bottom dweller, has surfaced (incentive, non-exclamatory, non-union explanation: 1.

one-component, generalized-personal, complete, non-spread, uncomplicated;

2. two-part, complete, common, complicated by a common application). , [explanation].

Check and make sure that a rainy storm will come the next day. It is famous as a clear forecaster and char. Lies on 1.

day - clear weather without change. Rapidly moving up and down 2.

Wait for the rain (narrative, non-exclamatory, non-union corollary: 1. Two-part, incomplete, widespread, uncomplicated;

one-component, generalized-personal, complete, widespread, uncomplicated). - [consequence].

Learn the useful lessons of wildlife! But remember, observation is by no means an easy science. To learn to observe deeply and comprehensively, you need to practice for a long time.

[cause];

[reason], (although…), (what…).

2) but [and, (when...)], (what...), and, (what...), (which...).

3) (although ...), but, (what ...), (what ...);

[explanation].

4) , but [, (what…, (if…),…), ], (what…), (what…), and .

No. 426. When the column has already almost completely passed Serpilin, 1. 3.

he remembered that when it was still being built, a very tall right-flank fighter caught his eye.

(when…2), , (what, (when…4)…3).

Ivan Nikiforovich, on the contrary, has trousers in such wide 3. 2.

folds that if you inflate them, then you could put the whole yard with barns and buildings in them. , (what, (if…3)…2).

We are entering the open sea, but if you look closely, then 2.

blue shadows of the earth on the sea are already visible on the horizon.

But .

I sat down under a larch to light a cigarette, and for now 2.

the smoke curled softly over me, driving away the big forest mosquitoes, 3.

I was completely imperceptibly seized by a sudden sweet and hazy drowsiness. , (to…4), and , .

The sun rose, and although there was not a single cloud in the sky, its color was strange, whitish at the zenith and gray closer to the horizon. Ilya Ilyich, for all his meekness, is not afraid to kick Zakhar who is shodding him in the face, and if he does not do this with others in his life, it is only because he hopes to meet opposition that will have to be overcome. They tried to tell her what the doctor said, but it turned out that, although the doctor spoke very fluently and at length, it was impossible to accurately convey what he said. There is no such thought that a person could not force himself to express clearly and convincingly for another, and I am always annoyed when I meet the phrase: "There are no words to express." Nonsense! There is always a word, but our mind is lazy, and one more thing: we must have faith in the minds and insight of another, at least as much as in our own.

No. 427. Everyone prayed for snow, as in summer for rain, and then, finally, pigtails went across the sky, the frost began to surrender, the clarity of the blue sky faded, the west wind pulled, and a plump white cloud, imperceptibly approaching, clouded the horizon from all sides . As if doing 1. 2.

their work, the wind died down again, and the blessed snow began to fall directly, slowly, in large tufts to the ground. , and .

The peasants joyfully looked at the fluffy snowflakes fluttering in the air, which, at first fluttering and spinning, fell to the ground. The snow began to fall from the village early dinner, it fell incessantly, thicker and stronger from hour to hour. I have always loved looking at the tee 4.

hoe falling or feeling of snow. To fully enjoy the karti 1. 2.

after this, I went out into the field, and a wonderful sight presented itself to the eyes of 3.

mine: all the boundless space around me presented a view 5.

a stream of snow, as if the heavens had opened up, crumbled into snow fluff and filled the whole air with movement and amazing silence. (so that ... 4), , and: [explanation], (as if ... 5).

The long winter twilight was advancing, the falling snow began to cover all objects and covered the earth with a white gloom.

No. 428. All the way to the very village of Abinskaya, Grigory remembered only one thing: on a hopeless dark night he woke up from a sharp piercing cold. Grigory heard from the long-familiar, consonant, rhythmic chime of fitted Cossack equipment, the dull and also consonant smack through the mud of many horse hooves. No more than two hundred had passed, and the clatter still sounded - probably a regiment was walking along the side of the road. And suddenly ahead, over the hushed steppe, like a bird, the courageous, rough voice of the lead singer flew up: “Oh, how there were brothers on the river, on the Kamyshinka, on the glorious steppes, but on the Saratov ones ...”

only the sound of ears of corn and the champing of horse hooves kneading mud were heard in those moments when she began to sing, diligently pronouncing, deducing sad words. Over the black steppe lived and dominated one old song that survived the centuries.

Songwriters, having overtaken the convoy, went far away. But for a long time the convoy moved in enchanted silence, and neither a thief was heard on the wagons, nor a shout at the tired horses.

And yet, as if through a dream, Grigory remembered: he woke up in a warm room.

No. 429 - orally.

No. 430. I wanted to portray ordinary decent people of the new generation, people that I meet by the hundreds. I took three such people: Vera Pavlovna, Lopukhov, Kirsanov. I consider them such ordinary people, they consider themselves, they are considered by all their acquaintances, that is, they are the same as them. Where did I talk about them in a different way? What didn't I say about them? I portrayed them with love and respect, because every decent person is worth love and respect. But where did I bow before them? Where does even the slightest shadow of the thought peep through me that they are, God knows, how high and beautiful, that I cannot imagine anything higher and better than them, that they are the ideals of people? As I think of them, so they act with me;

no more than ordinary, decent people of the new generation. What are they doing the most exalted thing?

They don’t do meanness, they don’t coward, they have ordinary honest convictions, they try to act on them and nothing more;

What heroism, indeed! Yes, I wanted to show people acting like all ordinary people of their type, and I hope I managed to achieve this.

Those readers who closely know living people of this type, I hope, have constantly seen from the very beginning that my main characters are not at all ideals, but people are not at all higher than the level of people of their type, that each of the people of their type experienced more than two, not three events in which he acted no worse than how they are with me.

No. 431. “Where is my friend? - said Oleg. - Tell me, where is my zealous horse? - "P? - a. - P?". “And what do you understand about this, let me ask you,” he said in a voice that seemed disgusting to himself. “Yes ... - he said and turned sharply to me, - yes ... well, let's see” - “P ... - a, - p.” “You know,” the owner interrupted excitedly, “because of him I am sitting on the floor. Look, what does he understand about journalism? - the owner wowed Korotkov by the button. "Be so kind as to tell me that he understands." “What are you happy about? Natasha asked. “I am so calm and happy now.” “Very glad,” answered Nikolai. "He's a private person." “Wait a little, Sergey,” he called out to the boy, “people are moving, that’s the story!” “You, dear, don’t think that we will interfere with anyone,” said Natasha. “We will stand in our place and not move.” Romashov became alert and, looking not at Peterson, but at the chairman, replied rudely: “Yes, I have been, but I don’t understand what this has to do with the case.” - A: "P". And I say to her: "How sweet you are, - but I think - how I love you." “What an awesome book! he said and winced. “In it, people are unbearably yelling, arguing, crying - there is no strength to understand this cry” - “P! - a. - P". “The night is already dark enough,” he said, “to look at ancient statues.” My cunning man started negotiations and began like this: “Friends, why all this noise? I, your old matchmaker and godfather, did not come to put up with myself at all for the sake of a quarrel.

Applications and their isolation

I. 1. If a single agreed application and the noun it defines are common nouns, then between them is written hyphen, for example: 1) Winding street- snake. (Lighthouse.); 2) Grandson- chauffeur bows to his grandfather from behind the wheel. (Tward.) A hyphen is also written in the case when a common noun is after a proper name and closely merges with it in meaning, for example: 1) Over the Volga- river splashed the accordion Saratov suffering. (Surk.); 2) Vasilisa and Lukerya said that they saw Dubrovsky and Arkhip- blacksmith minutes before the fire. (P.) But: 1) The Volga River flows into the Caspian Sea; 2) The coachman Anton and the blacksmith Arkhip disappeared to no one knows where. (P.)

Note. The hyphen is not put: 1) if the first noun is a common address (comrade, citizen, etc.), for example: Citizen financial inspector! I'm sorry to trouble you. (Lighthouse.); 2) if the application before the word being defined is close in meaning to the agreed definition expressed by a single-root qualitative adjective, for example: Gorgeous the dawn in the sky lit up. (Rings.) But: Ippolit struck with his extraordinary resemblance to his sister- beauty. (L.T.)

2. Inconsistent applications (names of newspapers, magazines, works of art, enterprises, etc.) are enclosed in quotation marks, for example: Smena magazine, watch the Swan Lake ballet, work at the Salyut factory.

II. 1. Separated and separated in writing by commas:

a) single and common applications related to a personal pronoun, for example: 1) At rallies, we, newsboys learned a lot of news. (Paust.); 2) Yes, indifferent inhabitant of the world, in the bosom of idle silence, I praised the lyre of the obedient tradition of dark antiquity. (P.);

b) common applications related to the word being defined - a common noun, for example: 1) Eagles, troop satellites, climbed over the mountain. (P.); 2) Only the feeder does not sleep, silent northern old man. (CM.); 3) Marsh Moisture Carrier, I was pierced by the fog. (Ec.);

c) common and single applications, standing after a definable noun - a proper name, for example: 1) Onegin, my good friend, was born on the banks of the Neva. (P.); 2) The girl Vovnich was sitting nearby, radio operator. (Hump.)

Separate applications, like those given in the last two examples, should be distinguished from non-isolated applications, closely related to a proper name, denoting their constant, as it were, integral feature with the names of persons: Arkhip the blacksmith, Agafya the housekeeper, Averka the tailor, Dumas father, Dumas son (see above, p. I, 1).

2. A common application in front of a proper name is isolated when it has an additional connotation of causality (in this case it can be replaced by a turnover with the word being): Theater evil legislator, fickle admirer of charming actresses, honorary citizen of the backstage, Onegin flew to the theater. (P.) But: Odessa in sonorous verses my friend Tumansky described. (P.)

3. A common application instead of a comma can be separated by a dash in writing: a) if it not only defines the word, but also complements its content: 1) I had a cast-iron kettle with me - my only joy in traveling through the Caucasus. (L.); 2) Topolev - a tall, bony old man with a grey-green mustache He didn't say a word all evening. (V. Azh.); b) if it is necessary to establish a line between applications and the word being defined: The fiercest scourge of heaven, nature's horror- Pestilence rages in the forests. (Cr.); c) if the application needs to be separated from homogeneous members: On the terrace I saw my grandmother, Nikolai Kuzmich - roommate, sister Nina with two friends.

4. Separate applications attached by unions that is, or(in the meaning that is), in words even, for example, in particular, by nickname, by name, including and similar, acting as unions: 1) Father showed me a wooden chest, that is a box wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. (Ax.); 2) Many from the last ball pout at me, especially the dragoon captain. (L.); 3) I went with Starostin's son and another peasant, named Egor, hunting. (T.); 4) Two hundred sazhens Ik was divided into two sleeves, or duct. (Ax.) Most applications attached by unions have a clarifying meaning (see examples 1, 3, 4). Some have an excretory character (see example 2).

Note. A proper name after a common noun can also act as a clarifying application, for example: 1) My father (who exactly?), Andrey Petrovich Grinev, served under Count Munnich. (P.); 2) In the second boy (namely?), Pavlushi, the hair was tousled. (T.)

5. Applications joined by the union as are separated by commas if they have a causality value; if the union as is equal in value to the expression as, then commas are not put: 1) Like a true artist, Pushkin did not need to choose poetic subjects for his works, but for him all subjects were equally filled with poetry. (Bel.); 2) Rich, good-looking, Lensky was accepted everywhere like a groom. (P.)

421. Read and point out the attachments. Write off, placing the missing punctuation marks; highlight applications.

I. 1) The gossip pike chased the gossip carp. (Beetle.) 2) The strength and charm of the taiga is not only in giant trees. (Ch.) 3) A poor shoemaker lived in a hut. (Cr.) 4) I have a story Snow. (Paust.) 5) He [Chernov] was invariably successful in all undertakings. (M. G.) 6) Ivan Ivanovich and Burkina were met in the house by a young maid. (Ch.) 7) We most often met with Boris Mu-ruzov, a zoologist. (Kupr.) 8) Vasilisa the cook sang on the black porch. (A.N.T.) 9) Prince Andrei's old uncle Anton dropped Pierre out of the carriage. (L. T.) 10) Nikolushka walked along the soft, crunching needles of the forest carpet. (A. N. T.) 11) Turgenev's peers, pupils of the school of the great poet, nourished by his poetry, we all retained the charm of his genius forever. (Gonch.) 12) Pushkin, this father of Russian art, had two direct heirs Lermontov and Gogol in his word, who gave rise to a whole galaxy of us figures of the 40s, 60s ... (Gonch.) 13) As a remarkably smart person, he [Bazarov ] did not meet his equal. (DP) 14) As an artist of the word, N. S. Leskov is quite worthy to stand next to such creators of Russian literature as L. Tolstoy, Gogol, Turgenev, Goncharov. (M. G.)

II. 1) A lieutenant signalman was sitting with the driver. (K.S.) 2) The wife of Nikolai Nikolaevich, a Frenchwoman, was no less distinguished by her humanity, kindness and simplicity. (Honch.) 3) I saw Colonel Polyakov, the head of the Cossack artillery, which played an important role that day, and together with him arrived in the abandoned village. (P.) 4) I slowly walked to the old tavern of an uninhabited ruined hut and stood at the edge of a coniferous forest. (Kupr.) 5) The usual companions of my hunting excursions, the foresters Zakhar and Maxim, live here. (Kor.) 6) I am again a utensil worker on the Perm steamer ... Now I am a “black utensil worker” or a “kitchen man”. (M. G.) 7) Dear cook Ivan Ivanovich, nicknamed the Bear cub, is in charge in the kitchen. (M. G.) 8) The girls, especially Katenka, with joyful enthusiastic faces, look out the window at the slender figure of Volodya getting into the carriage. (LT) 9) Her father Platon Polovtsev, an engineer, was an old friend of my father. (AG) 10) We hunters find our happiness by the fire. (S.-M.) 11) The second Chadaev, my Evgeny, fearing jealous condemnations, was a pedant in his clothes and what we called a dandy. (P.) 12) This window came out of the room in which the young first violin Mitya Gusev, who had just been released from the conservatory, lived in a summer position. (Ch.) 13) In the green sky, the stars of the harbinger of frost appeared. (Cupr.)

422. Write, punctuating and explaining their use.

I. 1) Every bird, even a sparrow, attracted my attention. 2) The most early-ripening mushrooms, such as birch and russula, reach full development in three days. 3) The steppe, that is, a treeless and undulating endless plain, surrounded us from all sides. 4) Uncle Sergei Nikolayevich started teaching me calligraphy or calligraphy. 5) Approaching Sergeevka, we again ended up in an urema, that is, in a floodplain overgrown with sparse bushes and trees. 6) Father and Evseich fished out in the shortest possible time a lot of very large fish, especially perches and asps.

(From the works of S. Aksakov)

II. 1) Lemongrass yellow butterfly sits on lingonberries. (Prishv.) 2) In late autumn, the steppe desert comes to life for a short time. (Prishv.) 3) The next morning, with my artist friend, I went by boat to Prorva. (Paust). 4) Startled, he opened his brown eyes wide. (New-Pr.) 5) I am a journalist by nature, a cheerful person. (Prishv.) 6) When Alexei Krasilnikov left the infirmary, he met his countryman Ignat, a front-line soldier. (A. N. T.) 7) At one time, a very nice man, captain Roshchin, who was seconded to Moscow to receive equipment, went to the sisters. (A. N. T.) 8) Poor thing, she lay motionless, and blood poured from the wound in streams. (L.) 9) The Kyrgyz driver sits motionless. (Furm.) 10) With him was a shaggy strong dog named Faithful. (AG) 11) The expedition team included Arsenyev, head of the expedition, Nikolaev, assistant for the economic and organizational part, Gusev, a natural scientist and geologist, Dzyul, a journalist. 12) As a sailor, I understand these murderous surges of waves, this clang of an iron bulk trembling and groaning in the violent embrace of the elements. (New-Rev.)

Separation of add-ons

Compounds consisting of nouns with prepositions apart from, besides, excluding, except for, including, over, along with, instead of, are usually isolated: 1) Who, except for the hunter, experienced how gratifying it is to wander through the bushes at dawn? (T.); 2) Airplane, along with the passengers, captured and mail; 3) With quick steps I passed a long "area" of bushes, climbed a hill and, instead of the expected familiar plain with an oak forest to the right and a low white church in the distance, I saw completely different, unknown places to me. (T.) These additions designate objects excluded from a number of other objects (1st example), objects included in such a series (2nd example), objects replaced by others (3rd example).

Additions with a preposition instead of do not stand apart when the preposition instead of used in the meaning per: Nicholas had to work instead of an unexpectedly ill friend(for an unexpectedly ill friend).

423. Write the sentences, punctuating them and explaining their use. Underline separate additions.

1) In the dark distance there was nothing but sparkling lights. (New-Pr.) 2) Instead of a cheerful Petersburg life, boredom awaited me in a deaf and distant side. (P.) 3) Everything was silent around. Not a sound but the sighs of the sea. (M. G.) 4) The entire crew of the ship, including the captain and chief mechanic and barman, consisted of eight or nine people. 5) In addition to the pretzel shop, our host also had a bakery. (M. G.) 6) Instead of greeting, after a long absence, the father and son began to cuff each other in the sides and in the lower back and in the chest, then retreating and looking around, then advancing again. (G.) 7) The soil of the Suchanskaya valley, with the exception of only the swamps at the mouth of the river, is extremely fertile. (Przh.) 8) Above all expectations, the weather was dry and warm throughout October. 9) In the books of V. K. Arseniev, in addition to vivid artistic sketches, there is also a lot of valuable material about life in the Ussuri Territory. 10) All material including travel diaries is carefully studied. 11) The mood of the crew was elated beyond usual. (Nov.-Pr.) 12) Everyone except Varya loudly applauded the singers. (Step.) 13) Instead of telling the content of the story, we will present only a short sketch of its main characters. (Good)