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Control dictations in the Russian language 10 - 11 grades

Extraordinary days

Voropaev entered Bucharest with an unhealed wound he received in the battle for Chisinau. The day was bright and, perhaps, a little windy. He flew into the city in a tank with scouts and then was left alone. As a matter of fact, he should have been in the hospital, but do you really go to bed on the day of entry into a dazzling white city seething with excitement? He did not sit down until late at night, but kept wandering the streets, engaging in conversations, explaining something, or simply embracing someone without words, and his Chisinau wound healed, as if healed with a magic potion.

And the next wound, accidentally received after Bucharest, although it was lighter than the previous one, healed for an inexplicably long time, almost until Sofia itself.

But when, leaning on a stick, he got out of the staff bus to the square in the center of the Bulgarian capital and, without waiting to be hugged, he himself began to hug and kiss everyone who fell into his arms, something pinched in the wound, and she froze. ... Then he could barely stay on his feet, his head was spinning, and his fingers were cold - he was so tired during the day, for he spoke for hours on the squares, in the barracks and even from the pulpit of the church, where he was brought in. He spoke of Russia and the Slavs as if he were at least a thousand years old.

Silence fell, all that was heard was the snorting and chewing of the horses and the snoring of the sleeping. Somewhere a lapwing was crying and from time to time there was a squeak of snipe, who flew in to see if the uninvited guests had left.

Yegorushka, panting with the heat, which was especially felt after eating, ran to the sedge and from here looked around the area. He saw the same thing that he saw before noon: the plain, the hills, the sky, the lilac distance. Only the hills were closer, and there was no mill, which was left far back. Out of nothing to do, Yegorushka caught the violinist in the leopard, brought him to his ear in his fist and listened for a long time as he played his violin. When he got tired of the music, he chased a crowd of yellow butterflies that flew to the sedge to drink, and he himself did not notice how he found himself again near the chaise.

Suddenly soft chanting was heard. The song, quiet, viscous and mournful, similar to crying and barely perceptible by the ear, 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. Yegorushka looked around and did not understand where this strange song came from. Later, when he listened, it began to seem to him that the grass was singing. In her song, she, half-dead, already perished, without words, but plaintively and sincerely convinced someone that she was not guilty of anything, that the sun had burned her out in vain; she insisted that she longed to live, that she was still young and would be beautiful if it were not for the heat and drought. There was no guilt, but she still asked someone for forgiveness and swore that she was unbearably hurt, sad and sorry for herself. (According to A.P. Chekhov) (241 words)

Often in the fall, I closely watched the falling leaves in order to catch that imperceptible fraction of a second when the leaf separates from the branch and begins to fall to the ground. I've read in old books about the rustling of falling leaves, but I've never heard that sound. The rustle of leaves in the air seemed to me as implausible as the stories about hearing the grass sprout in the spring.

I was, of course, wrong. It took time for the ear, stupefied by the grinding of city streets, to rest and catch the very clear and precise sounds of the autumn earth.

There are autumn nights, deaf and dumb, when calmness stands over the black wooded edge.

It was such a night. A lantern illuminated a well, an old maple tree under a fence, and a wind-blown nasturtium bush.

I looked at the maple and saw how carefully and slowly a red leaf detached from the branch, shuddered, stopped for a moment in the air and began to fall obliquely at my feet, rustling and swaying slightly. For the first time I heard the rustle of a falling leaf - an indistinct sound like a child's whisper.

Dangerous profession

In pursuit of interesting shots, photographers and cinematographers often cross the border of reasonable risk.

It is not dangerous, but it is almost impossible to photograph wolves in nature. It is dangerous to shoot lions, it is very dangerous to shoot tigers. It is impossible to say in advance how the bear will behave - this strong and, contrary to the general idea, very mobile animal. In the Caucasus, I broke a well-known rule: I climbed a mountain where a she-bear with her cubs grazed. The calculation was that, they say, autumn and the mother is no longer so jealous of the offspring. But I was mistaken ... At the click of the camera, which captured the two babies, the mother, who was dozing somewhere nearby, rushed towards me like a torpedo. I understood: in no case should you run - the beast would rush after me. On the spot, the remaining man puzzled the bear: she suddenly braked sharply and, looking at me intently, rushed after the baby.

Taking pictures of animals, you must, firstly, know their habits and, secondly, do not get on the rampage. All animals, except perhaps the crankshafts-bears, tend to avoid meeting people. Analyzing all the misfortunes, you see: the carelessness of the person provoked the attack of the beast.

Telephoto lenses have long been invented to take pictures of animals without frightening them and without risking being attacked, most often forced. In addition, unafraid animals, not implying your presence, behave naturally. Most of the expressive shots are obtained with knowledge and patience, an understanding of the distance, which is unreasonable and even dangerous to break.

Path to the lake

The morning dawn flares up little by little. Soon a ray of sunshine will touch the bare tops of trees in autumn and will gild the shiny mirror of the lake. And nearby there is a smaller lake, of a bizarre shape and color: the water in it is not blue, not green, not dark, but brownish. They say that this specific shade is due to the peculiarities of the composition of the local soil, the layer of which covers the lake bottom. Both of these lakes are united under the name of Borovoye Lakes, as in time immemorial they were christened by the old residents of these places. And to the southeast of Borovoye Lakes, there are giant swamps. These are also former lakes that have been overgrown for decades.

In this early hour of the wonderful golden autumn, we are moving towards the lake with the unpleasant name - Pogany Lake. We got up a long time ago, even before dawn, and began to get ready for the journey. On the advice of the watchman who sheltered us, we took waterproof raincoats, hunting bog boots, prepared road food so as not to waste time lighting a fire, and set off.

For two hours we made our way to the lake, trying to find convenient approaches. At the cost of supernatural efforts, we overcame the thickets of some tenacious and thorny plant, then half-rotted slums, and the island appeared in front of us. Not reaching the wooded hillock, we fell into a lily of the valley thickets, and its regular leaves, as if aligned by an unknown master who had given them a geometrically precise shape, flashed across our faces.

In these thickets for half an hour we indulged in peace. Raise your head, and above you the tops of the pines rustle, resting against the pale blue sky, along which not heavy, but summer-like, semi-airy clouds are moving, fidgety. After resting among the lilies of the valley, we again began to look for the mysterious lake. Located somewhere nearby, it was hidden from us by a dense growth of grass. (247 words)

The supernatural efforts made by the hero to overcome all kinds of road obstacles were not in vain: the visit promised to be by no means uninteresting.

As soon as Chichikov, stooping down, entered the dark wide entrance, attached somehow, he immediately breathed cold, as if from a cellar. From the vestibule he entered a room, also dark, with the curtains drawn down, slightly illuminated by a light that did not descend from the ceiling, but ascended to the ceiling from under a wide gap at the bottom of the door. Throwing open this door, he finally found himself in the light and was overwhelmed by the presented disorder. It seemed as if the floors were being washed in the house and all things were brought down here and piled up at random. On one table there was even a broken chair and here - a clock with a stopped pendulum, to which the spider had already attached a fancy web. There was also a cabinet leaning sideways against the wall with antique silver that had almost disappeared under a layer of dust, decanters and excellent Chinese porcelain, acquired by God only knows when. On the bureau, laid out by the once lovely mother-of-pearl mosaic, which had already fallen out in places and left behind some yellow grooves filled with glue, there was a great many things: a heap of papers speckled with small handwriting, covered with a green marble press with a handle in the form of a testicle at the top, some sort of an old leather-bound book with a red edge, a lemon, all shriveled up, no more than a hazelnut in height, a broken handle of long-fallen apart chairs, a glass with some unattractive liquid and three flies covered with a letter, a piece of a cloth raised somewhere, and two feathers, stained with ink. To complete the strange interior, several paintings were rather cramped and stupidly hung on the walls.

(According to N.V. Gogol)

I remember with inexplicable joy my childhood years in an old manor house in central Russia.

Quiet, summer-like clear dawn. The first ray of sun through the loosely closed shutters gilded the tiled stove, freshly painted floors, recently painted walls, hung with pictures on themes from children's fairy tales. What colors shimmering in the sun played here! Against a blue background, lilac princesses came to life, the pink prince took off his sword, hurrying to help his beloved, the trees in winter hoarfrost glowed blue, and a spring lily of the valley blossomed nearby. And outside the window, a lovely summer day is gaining strength.

The dewy freshness of the early flowers of peonies, light and delicate, bursts into the wide-open old window.

The low house, hunched over, leaves, grows into the ground, and over it the late lilacs still bloom violently, as if in a hurry with their white-purple luxury to cover up its squalor.

On the narrow wooden steps of the balcony, also rotten from time and swaying under our feet, we go down to swim to the river located near the house.

After swimming, we lie down to sunbathe not far from the thickets of coastal reeds. A minute or two later, touching a branch of a dense hazel tree growing on the right, closer to the sandy slope, sits on a tree magpie. What does she not rattle about! A resounding chirping rushes to her forever, and, growing, gradually a polyphonic bird hubbub fills the garden brightly colored in summer.

After enjoying the swim, we go back. The glass door leading from the terrace is ajar. On the table, in a simple clay pot, is a bunch of skillfully picked, just picked, not yet blossoming flowers, and next to it, on a snow-white linen napkin, is a plate of honey, over which bright golden toilers-bees are hovering with an even hum.

How easy it is to breathe in the early morning! How long have I remembered this feeling of happiness, which you experience only in childhood!

The greatest shrine

Through the care of a dear friend, I received from Russia a small box of Karelian birch, filled with earth. I belong to people who love things, not ashamed of feelings and not afraid of crooked smiles. In youth, this is forgivable and understandable: in youth we want to be self-confident, reasonable and cruel - rarely respond to an insult, control our face, restrain a tremor of the heart. But the burden of years wins, and strict consistency of feelings no longer seems to be the best and most important. Right now, as it is, I am ready and can kneel before the box with Russian soil and say out loud, without fear of other people's ears: "I love you, the land that gave birth to me, and I recognize you as my greatest shrine."

And no skeptical philosophy, no clever cosmopolitanism will make me ashamed of my sensitivity, because love guides me, and it is not subject to reason and calculation.

The earth in the box dried up and turned into lumps of brown dust. I pour it carefully and carefully so as not to scatter it in vain on the table, and I think that of all the things of a person, the earth has always been both the most beloved and closest.

For you are dust, and you will turn to dust.

(According to M.A. Osorgin)

In the early morning, as soon as dawn broke, I returned to familiar places by untouched paths. In the distance, vague and foggy, I already dreamed of a picture of my native village. Walking hastily on the unmown grass, I imagined how I would approach my house, lopsided from antiquity, but still friendly and dear. I wanted to see as soon as possible a familiar street from my childhood, an old well, our front garden with bushes of jasmine and roses.

Immersed in my memories, I imperceptibly approached the outskirts and, surprised, stopped at the beginning of the street. At the very edge of the village stood a dilapidated house, which has not changed at all since I left here. All these years, over the years, wherever fate has thrown me, no matter how far from these places, I have always invariably carried in my heart the image of my home, as a memory of happiness and spring ...

Our house! He, as before, is surrounded by greenery. True, there is more vegetation here. In the center of the front garden, a large rose bush grew, on which a delicate rose bloomed. The flower garden is neglected, weeds are intertwined on flower beds and paths that have grown into the ground, which have not been cleared by anyone and have not been sprinkled with sand for a long time. The wooden lattice, far from new, has completely peeled off, cracked and collapsed.

The nettles took up a whole corner of the flower garden, as if serving as a backdrop for a delicate pale pink flower. But next to the nettle was a rose, and nothing else.

The rose blossomed on a good May morning; when she opened her petals, the morning dew left a few tears on them, in which the sun played. Rose seemed to be crying. But everything around was so beautiful, so clean and clear on this spring morning ...

Behind the big house was an old garden, already wild, drowned out by weeds and bushes. I walked along the terrace, still strong and beautiful; through the glass door one could see a room with parquet flooring, it must have been a living room; an antique piano, and engravings on the walls in wide mahogany frames - and nothing else. From the former flower beds, only peonies and poppies survived, which raised their white and bright red heads from the grass; young maples and elms, already plucked by cows, grew along the paths, stretching out, interfering with each other. It was thick, and the garden seemed impassable, but this was only near the house, where there were still poplars, pines and old linden trees of the same age, which had survived from the former alleys, and further behind them the garden was cleared for haymaking, and there was no longer soaring, the cobweb did not climb into the mouth and eyes, the breeze blew; the further into the depths, the more spacious, and already in the open space were growing cherries, plums, spreading apple trees and pears so high that it was hard to believe that they were pears. This part of the garden was rented by our city traders, and a fool man who lived in a hut guarded it from thieves and starlings.

The garden, more and more thinning, turning into a real meadow, descended to the river, overgrown with green reeds and willows; near the mill dam there was a deep and fishy stretch, a small mill with a thatched roof rustled angrily, frogs croaked furiously. On the water, smooth as a mirror, from time to time there were circles, and the river lilies trembled, disturbed by the cheerful fish. A quiet blue stretch beckoned to itself, promising coolness and peace.

It happens that a knot falls out of a white pine body in a forest of some golden-red pine. A year or two will pass, and a zoryanka will look at this hole - a small bird exactly the same color as the bark of a pine tree. This bird will drag feathers, senz, fluff, twigs into an empty twig, build a warm nest for itself, jump out on a branch and sing. And so the bird begins spring.

After some time, or even right here, after the bird, a hunter comes and stops by a tree in anticipation of the evening dawn.

But the songbird, from some height on the hill, was the first to see the signs of dawn, and whistled its signal. The zoryanka responded to him, flew out of the nest and, jumping from knot to knot higher and higher, from there, from above, also saw the dawn and responded to the signal of the songbird with her signal. The hunter, of course, heard the signal of the blackbird and saw how the zoryanka flew out, he even noticed that the zoryanka, a small bird, opened its beak, but he simply did not hear what she squeaked: the voice of the little bird did not reach the ground.

The birds were already praising the dawn above, but the man standing below could not see the dawn. The time has come - the dawn has risen over the forest, the hunter saw: high on a knot, the bird will open and close its beak. This is the zoryanka singing, the zoryanka praises the dawn, but the song is not heard. The hunter still understands in his own way that the bird glorifies the dawn, and why he does not hear the songs is because she sings to praise the dawn, and not to be famous before people herself.

And so we believe that as soon as a person begins to glorify the dawn, and not to be famous for the dawn, so the spring of the person himself begins. All our true amateurs-hunters, from the smallest and simplest person to the largest, breathe only so to glorify spring. And how many such good people are in the world, and none of them knows anything good about themselves, and so everyone will get used to him that no one even guesses about him how good he is, that he only exists in the world for to praise the dawn and begin your spring of man.

The dawn was breaking, it was getting fresh, and it was time for me to get ready for the journey. Passing through dense reed thickets, making my way through a thicket of bent willow trees, I went to the bank of the river and quickly found my flat-bottomed boat. Before sailing, I checked the contents of my canvas bag. Everything was in place: a can of pork stew, smoked and stewed fish, a loaf of black bread, condensed milk, a skein of strong twine, and many other things needed on the road.

Having driven away from the shore, I let go of the oars, and the boat quietly drifted downstream. Three hours later, around the bend of the river, the gilded domes of the church, clearly visible against the background of leaden clouds at the horizon, appeared, but, according to my calculations, it was still not close to the city.

After walking a few steps along the cobbled street, I decided to fix my boots, or chebots, which had long been soaking wet. The shoemaker was a dashing man of gypsy appearance. There was something extraordinarily attractive about the precise movements of his muscular arms.

After satisfying my hunger in a nearby cafe, where beetroot borscht, liver with stewed potatoes and borzh were at my service, I went to wander around the city. A plank stage, where multi-colored flags fluttered, caught my attention. The juggler had already finished his performance and bowed. He was replaced by a freckled dancer with reddish bangs and a yellow silk fan in her hands. Having danced some kind of dance that resembled a tap dance, she gave way to a clown in a star-shaped leotard. But the poor fellow was devoid of talent and was not at all funny with his antics and jumps.

Having walked around almost the whole town in half an hour, I settled down for the night on the bank of the river, covered with an old waterproof raincoat.

Methodical development for the textbook by G.A. Ermakova "Russian language on a concentric basis" (Ermakova G.N.

BLOCK 29
Repeat spelling
Spelling prefixes

Review the table and explain the spelling of the prefixes

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1. ..C + is deaf. acc. heartless, disappear.
.. З + call. acc. limitless, immeasurable.
(At the end of the prefix I write s, if there is a voiceless one further; s if there is a voiced one. Memorize all voiceless consonants by the phrase: Foka, do you want to eat a shchets?)
Make, collection, because priest. h - no. Remember: here, building, health, hello.
2.acc. - \ - b - \ - e, e, y, I entrance, rise, pre-anniversary, announcement. (I write a solid sign after the prefix to a consonant if the root begins with the iotated letters e, e, yu, i.)
Remember: adjutant, injection, conjuncture, subject, pan-European (foreign).
3. Sledge collapse, storytelling.
(The prefix is one- (ra-) unstressed, rose- (rose-) shock.)
4. The spelling of the pre- and pri-prefixes depends on the meaning:
== re-: obstruction
(what blocks)
pre- = very: interesting (very interesting)
= approach: to arrive
= connection: glue
= proximity (= about): school
at- (located near the school)
= incomplete action: stand up (not stand up completely)
Distinguish by context:
Stay in the city (where?)
= "To be" there, to be
Arrive in the city (where?)
^ come (approximation).

To bow before a heroic deed == very respect.
Lean to the ground
= to bend down to the ground (zoom in).

To bring something to life
== "translate" from plans.

Close the door
^ cover up (incomplete action).

The limit of patience
= face.
The side-altar of the temple == what is attached (accession).

Successor of ideas = one who adopts
Receiver (radio) = one that receives (approximation).

Betray someone = hand over.

To give a look to something = to bring it closer to a certain look. To see an orphan

To despise a traitor == very disrespect
To sleep on an orphan = to shelter

5. Prefixes on the acc. + Root from ui interesting uninteresting. (Except for inter-, super-, foreign prefixes.) (If a prefix (except for foreign-language prefixes, inter- and super-) ends in a consonant, and the root of the original word began with and, then in the new word after the prefix s.)

Training exercises
Exercise 1
Forwarding documents, a heartless person, stupid garbledness, excessive efforts, disappear behind the horizon, make an announcement, in an excellent building, overcome a difficult obstacle, arrive at the station square, perfectly explained, make a dream come true, play a super interesting game, counterplay of a notorious enemy.
(Explain using the prefix spelling reference.
Exercise 2
He gave shape to something, betrayed someone, interrupted the conversation, lied in a conversation, faked loosely implemented it, dissolve the congress dissolve the congress, detour next to the detour on the right, calculated well-defined calculation, the successor of excellent traditions, an excellent receiver, was acquired,
a heartless person a ruthless person
save time supernatural efforts,
read the appeal, the call for an uprising, stay in the army's location, arrive at the army's location,
to agitate the working people a notorious scoundrel.
(Explain, using the reference material, the differences in spelling of words in paired phrases.
(Come up with and write down sentences with these phrases.

Exercise # 3
1) Acquire an excellent radio receiver, transform from a lone expert to a natural scientist,
to respect the successor of excellent traditions, to worship the heroic deed for many years, to despise the traitor.
2) Make supernatural efforts, drive away from the seaside zone for half a kilometer,
an angry predator shot, filming takes place in the pavilion for an hour,
bizarre tales of an interesting storyteller.
3) Excellent daring adjutant,
prepare for unpleasant explanations, take a closer look at the three-story building, the acquired book is not uninteresting, but also not super interesting, the advancement into the depths of an immense country.
(For 1-2 minutes, pronounce the words syllables, then do the same, closing your eyes, look at the recording again. Try to write down the phrases from memory.

Exercise 4
Squeezed rye, overcame a difficult obstacle, found it on the school site, did not have to rely on help, an unnamed river, the building of the medical institute, sold out in the open, detective bureau, did not defy the vicissitudes of fate, in no way underestimating success, greatly exaggerating, transforming into life plan for transforming nature, embraces horror, lurking, leaning to the ground, immortal poems, excellent acquisition, after the announced period, inexplicable charm, make the necessary explanations, immortal works of art, stay at the railway junction, reconcile the quarreling, present an invaluable gift, destroy the patchwork , to agitate the participants in the uprising, the worldview of a well-known writer, to be in a pre-infarction, and not in a post-infarction state, an excellent detective.
(Write down phrases under each other's dictation. If mistakes were made, work them out.

Control dictation
The supernatural efforts made by the hero to overcome all kinds of road obstacles were not in vain: the visit promised to be by no means uninteresting.
As soon as Chichikov, stooping down, entered the dark, wide entrance, which had been attached somehow, he immediately breathed cold, as if from a cellar. From the vestibule he entered a room, also dark, with the curtains drawn down, slightly illuminated by a light that did not descend from the ceiling, but ascended to the ceiling from under a wide gap at the bottom of the door. Throwing open this door, he finally found himself in the light and was overwhelmed by the presented disorder.
It seemed as if the floors were being washed in the house and all things were brought down here and piled up at random. On one table there was even a broken chair and here a clock with a stopped pendulum, to which a spider had already attached a bizarre web. There was also a cabinet leaning sideways against the wall with antique silver that had almost disappeared under a layer of dust, decanters and excellent Chinese porcelain, acquired by God only knows when. On the bureau, laid out with a once lovely mother-of-pearl mosaic, which had already fallen out in places and left behind only yellow grooves filled with glue, there was a great many things: a heap of papers speckled with small handwriting, covered with a green marble press with a handle in the form of an egg at the top, some sort of an old leather-bound book with a red edging, a lemon, all shriveled up, no more than a hazelnut in height, a broken-off handle of long-ruined chairs, a glass with some unattractive liquid and three flies covered with a letter, a piece of rag raised somewhere, and two feathers, stained with ink. To top it off the strange interior, the walls were very cramped and stupidly hung; several pictures.
(N. V. Gogol)

Spelling roots
Review the table and explain the spelling of the roots

1. After c in the roots of words I write and: circus, number, shell; except: Gypsy on tiptoe to the chicken sniffed: "Chick!"
2. Whisper whisper, twine twine, but chocolate chocolate. (Basically, after the hissing, I write e, if you can pick up a single-root word in which when pronouncing it does not sound about, in other cases I write about: seam, rustle, jockey, gooseberry.)
3. Soft acc. T-t-t-e, yo, yo, me. Bindweed, pour. drink. (I write a soft sign inside the word before e, e, yu, i, and; in a number of foreign words like broth.)
-clone - / - clan-
-work - / - creature-
tanning burns
bow bow creature create
(In these roots, under stress, the vowel is written, which is heard, without stress.) Remember: utensils.
2) -view - / - zar- without stress A dawn dawns
3) Roots "IRA": if behind the root a, in the root I write and (the combination "IRA" is formed).
-ber - / - beer- pick up pick up
-ter - / - dash- wipe wipe
-per - / - pier- locked lock
-der - / - deer- tear off tear off
-mer - / - world- died to die
-steel - / - stealth- spreads
- shine - / - shine - shines shines
- burned - / - burned - burned out
-ext - / - cheat- deduct subtracts (except: combine, combination)
and:
-i - (- a-) -im- borrow borrow
heed to heed,
Attention
squeeze squeeze

I - (- a-) -in- press down
start - start
4) -lag - / - lod - cas - / - cos-
I write a, if the suffix o is behind the root:
propose an offer, touch touch. (For the roots -lag-1-lodge-, the composition of the root is also important: before r I write a, before jo.)
5) -growth - / - growth - / - growth-
The spelling of the root depends on the consonant in it: grown, plant, but grown.
Remember: Rostov, Rostislav, a usurer, a sprout, but an industry.
6) The spelling of the roots depends on the meaning:
-mak- ("immerse something in liquid") dip the pen in ink
-mock- ("let moisture pass") wet your feet
-roen- ("even, smooth") smooth the edges of the sheet
-equal- ("equal, same") the command "equal
Remember: level, plain
-skip- (long-term) to skip someone
-shock- (short action) popped out unexpectedly
7) -swim- (if the word is education): floating.
-plov- I write in words swimmer, swimmer
-plav- I write in all the rest. (Floating, swimmer, floating).
5. Don't forget to check:
unpronounceable consonants
the surrounding area,
but dangerous is dangerous:
2) unstressed vowels:
dedicated (romance) shone in the dark);
3) dubious agreements interspersed (mixed) - interspersed
(interspersed).
6. Remember: in words, from words with a doubled consonant, consonants before the suffix are preserved: group group.
Training exercises
Exercise 1

Banners fluttering in the wind, cheap thing, descending order of numbers, thickets of outlandish climbing plants, collecting a rattle, supposed explanations, a gypsy dancer wading through the thicket, dawn is breaking, knowing the area perfectly, wiping a painted table, excellent bitter chocolate, making our way grove, touched the sprout, arrives on time, transform the combination, waterproof parachute silk, lined alleys disappearing into the distance, brilliant solution, excellent millet porridge, unloaded the gun, sat for half an hour.
(Using the table, explain the spelling of the highlighted words.
Exercise 2
Dawn is burning out, bow down to the ground, suppose something, a bizarre plant grown, an unprofitable industry, sunbathes on a sandy shore; a light touch, the necessary utensils, an untranslated solution, shines in the illumination of the dawn, an amazing painted vase, is looking for a usurer, asked for an explanation from the local old-timers, to rinse the linen, the clouds gradually dissipate, a crimson dawn, a waterproof raincoat with a hood, the light of the floor flares up , straighten the edges.
(Using the table, explain the spelling of the vowels in the root.
Exercise # 3

The dawn is flaring up little by little,
touches the bare trees in autumn,
extend southeast of New York,
overgrow within a decade.
2) Not reaching the seaside zone,
as if specially prepared,
give a geometrically correct shape,
an excellent summer day,
semi-airy clouds-fidgets are approaching.
Stay somewhere in the coastal zone in
continuation of the month, grind it white,
choose an excellent three-story building,
he acted, disdaining danger, about a swimmer swimming with saplings.
4) Through a loosely closed door,
are located in reed thickets,
outlandish plants are twisting,
purchase a hall with a bunk bed,
settled down at the half-rotten hemp.
(Write down the phrases as dictated by the teacher and carry out a cross-check.
Exercise 4
Dip in pear jam, jump out from behind a bend, take an excellent position, trim the uneven edge, dedicated pre-anniversary celebrations, with a fearless circus performer, do not defy the vicissitudes of fate, not impressive results, makes his way through unknown terrain, participate in the competition of swimmers, in a luxurious collection works of art, pause in indecision, gather in a beautiful three-story wooden building, rub with a canvas towel, freeze from intermittent screams, find a usurer, get a magnificent waterproof raincoat with a hood, give a bizarre shape to a stone, miscalculate a drawing, a dog with silk wool, stay on a railway passing, they build a side-altar to the church, does not take into account any explanations, without taking advantage of the advantages, approaches the spreading thickets, despises for a dishonorable act, stand on tiptoe, start uninteresting work, arrive at the location of the army, overcame the press a false obstacle, reached at the cost of supernatural efforts, touches the shell of the adorable turtle.
(Explain, using the table, the spelling of vowels and consonants at the root.

Control dictation
Path to the lake
The morning dawn flares up little by little. Soon a ray of sunshine will touch the bare tops of trees in autumn and will gild the shiny mirror of the lake. And nearby there is a smaller lake, of a bizarre shape and color:
the water in it is not blue, not green, not dark, but brownish. They say that this specific shade is due to the peculiarities of the composition of the local soil, the layer of which covers the lake bottom. Both of these lakes are united under the name Borovoe lakes, as in time immemorial they were christened by the old residents of these places. And to the southeast of Borovoye Lakes, there are giant swamps. It is too former lakes overgrown for decades.
In this early hour of the wonderful golden autumn, we are moving towards the lake with the unpleasant name of Pogany Lake. We got up a long time ago, even before dawn, and began to get ready for the journey. On the advice of the watchman who sheltered us, we took waterproof raincoats, hunting bog boots, prepared road food so as not to waste time lighting a fire, and set off.
For two hours we made our way to the lake, trying to find convenient approaches. At the cost of supernatural efforts, we overcame the thickets of some tenacious and thorny plant, then half-rotted slums, and the island appeared in front of us. Not reaching the wooded hillock, we fell into a lily of the valley thickets, and its regular leaves, as if leveled by an unknown master who had given them a geometrically precise shape, rustled on our faces.
In these thickets for half an hour we indulged in peace. Raise your head, and above you the tops of the pine trees rustle, resting against the pale blue sky, along which not heavy, but summer-like, semi-airy clouds are moving, fidgety. After resting among the lilies of the valley, we again began to look for the mysterious lake. Located somewhere nearby, it was hidden from us by a dense growth of tall grass. (K. Paustovsky)

Spelling suffixes
Part I. Vowels in the suffixes of verb forms
SEE SEE- In all forms, the space passed by the seer, seeing the time vowel
infinitive suffix.
He who sowed sowed, sowing.
BUILD BUILD
who built, (by) building.
Hear heard
heard, (s) heard.
Vowels in the suffixes of the passive participles of the past tense. From ch. on-net
-it en (n): Knead-mixed
-night
From ch. na, a (i) - \ - n (nn) ~. SIZE Stirred.
five
Pay attention: and is replaced by E, a. i persist.
3. Vowels in the suffixes of real and passive parts, depending on the conjugation of the verb. From ch. I ref. -usch-, -usch- acting, present. time.
-om-, -em- suffering, present. time.
From ch. II ref. -shch-, -yasch- action, present. time.
-im- suffering, present. time.
Cherish (I) cherished, cherished.
Hear (excl., II) hearing, audible.
Note. Ch. in -th in the infinitive refer to II ref. + 11 ch.-excl .:
drive, breathe, hold, offend, see, hear, hate, and also endure, twirl, and depend, and watch.
The rest of the verbs to I ref. + 2 ch.-excl .: shave, lay.
Real participles characterize the action that the object itself performs.
A passive action performed on an object.
Substitutions of participles with turns are possible:
playing one who plays himself (acting),
played (etude) one played by someone (stra
4. Spelling -ova - / - eva, -yva - / - willow-: verbs ending in IMPACT -vot, -vayu, have before -to- the same vowel as in n. f. without them:
I overcome overcome overcome;
verbs ending in unstressed -vat, and verbs that do not exist without va in the initial form, I check in the form of 1 l. units h. present (bud.) time:
draw (without VA does not exist; the suffix dropped out, I write about), paint, paint.
Training exercises
Exercise 1
1. Form verb forms, in the suffixes of which the vowel infinitive is preserved (see paragraph 1 of the "Reference material"):
depend, fold, knead, interfere, deflate, roll out.
Exercise 2
2. What is the difference between words in pairs:
to decorate to paint, to be late to participate, to expect to advise, to manage to advise, to confess to educate, to dance to hum.
(Explain how words in pairs and their spelling differ.
Exercise # 3
Creeping, barking, barking, driving, noticing, noticed, kneaded (into the dough) kneaded "(dough), sawing, stabbing, struggling, developed, cherished, seeded, pumped out (from the oil barrel) pumped out (from the basement barrel), secured , hung (in the hallway of the picture), hung (by a kilogram of sugar), circled, well-groomed, fanned, provided, healing, gluing, glued, patient, loving, dispelled, traveled, dependent, breathing, pouring.
(Using the table, explain the spelling of the vowels -а, -я, -е in the suffixes of the verb forms.

Exercise 4
Work corrected by someone, dropped cargo, cleared paths; The building is about to be built; alarmed by the unpleasant news, crowned with laurels, scattered rays, a friend unnoticed by anyone, tangled hare tracks, strewn with leaves of a coastal park alley, a girl offended by someone, wasted time; The snow melted unexpectedly, not offending anyone.
(Explain the spelling of the vowels before n and nn.
Exercise # 5
Aligned alleys of the park, disappearing into the distance
excellent cartridges shot within half an hour,
seen outside the window, illuminated by diffused moonlight,
a trampled sandy path leading to the woods,
someone sown extremely white flour.
Memorize the spelling: overly institutional, institution, overly.
(Write down the phrases from memory.
Exercise # 6
Aligned paths, disbelieving student, somehow hung woolen and silk fabrics, know how to calculate the time, a well-stirred solution, a hung portrait, desperate attempts, did not notice in the swing, an undeserved accusation, tells a delightful, unseeded field, about breathing hotly, with seeing well, hearing an intermittent cry, enduring oppression, an independent opinion, carts dragging in the dust, hearing. someone, shot cartridges, a shot predator twirling a ring, cherished by someone, from a thawed earth, awarded with an award, doing something, waving his hands, sorting out the fog spreading on the ground, looking through a magnifying glass, overshadowing those around, paradise! in the deed, involved in a crime visible from afar, a gilded silver chest.
(Write down the phrases as dictated by each other and fix the mistakes.
Part II

1. O and E after sibilants and Ts. In suf. noun, adj., adv. under stress I write O, without stress E.
In all verbs. forms and post. formations I write E, regardless of the stress
gruShovka, but chevka (because from the head] to spend the night),
the river. but little river,
canvas. but plush,
hot, but better
a doctor. but a friend
BIG BUT BIGGER.
DO NOT BE CONFUSED: canvas (from canvas) and cheap (from cheapness) spelling in different parts of the word, therefore, they are regulated by different rules!
2. Spelling of noun suffixes.
1) -chik after -d-t, z s, w: detour buster,
- mason after all other letters: stone mason.
(After the letters d, t, h, s, and z I write h, in all other cases I write u.)
2) -en- in words in -name, except for seeds- and stirrups.
(In the forms of the words seed. Stirrup, banner, flame, tribe, crown, burden, time, udder, the name in an unstressed position is written in the suffix E: the seed is no seed. banners.)
3) Suffixes -ek and -ik: son, son; finger finger (R. p.unit and save)
(If the vowel drops out in the form of R. p. Singular, then E is written; if it is preserved, then I. is written.)
4) Suffixes of nouns and adjectives to remember:
-in - + - k- straw, (not to be confused with suf.
-enk-: cherry cherry;
straw straw straw).
-life- whiteness,
-liv- distinct,
-chiv- gullible,
-ist- cocky.
3. Spelling of adjective suffixes:
-k- after k, h, c or at cr. f., in the stop. case. -sk-
(The suffix -к- is written in an adjective if it has a short form or is formed from a noun with a stem on the letters к. Ч. Ц:
sharp (because there is a short f. sharp), weaver is weaving, molodetsky, kulak kulak, but: Uzbek Uzbek.)
4. Spelling of adverbial suffixes:
long ago (from the window)
it's dark (outside the window).
(The spelling of the adverb suffixes -о and -а can be checked with the "window rule": let's imagine that the prefix with which the adverb begins is a preposition; under the window, the end of this word will tell you which letter the adverb ends with.)

Training exercises
Exercise 1
Beggar pea, kupalenka zavalinka, soy friendly, pencil eraser, key lock, blue blue, named stirrups, occasionally put together, grease attendant, cheap brocade, hacksaw sleepover.
(Explain the difference in spelling of words in pairs.
Exercise 2
Girl, pear, twine, cheap, rustle, sleepover, little boy, cricket, with locusts, red, chintz, canvas, ruff, hot, good, grunt, shade, brocade, bangs, thicket, big, beetle, with a roof scourge, crew, strongman, tornado, bee, rosary, silk.
(Explain the spelling of the vowels after the sibilants.
Exercise # 3
Replace these phrases with one word according to the sample:
Caring caring. Clear, easy to see. Small pea. Constantly bullying. The desire to rise above others. Dazzling white color (in the meaning of a feature, for example, material). The tendency to trust everything and everyone.

Exercise 4
Known as a thoughtful experimental researcher,
bitterly crying freckled boy,
charming Frenchwoman speaking German,
at all costs, in no way to yield.
Intermittent sounds of a crane are heard in the vicinity of a forest lake.
(Write the phrase from memory and work on the mistakes.
Exercise # 5
To despise a defector, writes in French, approaches a fishing village, acquire an excellent loom, admire the cityscape, not an experienced ranger, count on fraternal help, fascist ideology, with a wide sailor collar, a German-Swedish dictionary, slowly moves along one of the San Francisco streets, day-to-day leads mountaineering groups Caucasus mountains, slippery steps of an ancient cathedral, a well-known drummer, playing with a contemporaries, a long-known work of a carver.
(Write the dictation phrase.
Control dictation
The dawn flares up over the scorched steppe, the prizes won in the competition of swimmers, the girl is ill-mannered, to buy a canvas bag, stretches over an unmown meadow, did not prepare a delicious punch due to the lack of pear juice, a daring arson committed by someone ^ at home, bizarre plants, grown young to make supernatural efforts to achieve the set goal, a fire that was kindled in the dark, a meadow mowed in dew, broken twigs, the size of a pea, settled down on a plank terrace, about who hated arrogance, wrongly corrected a mistake, enduring countless oppression; The Turkish delegation will arrive in the city afterwards; paints with oil paints, grows on sandy soil; a decision not implemented within six months; fancy painted clay vases; about an unlucky detective; at a performance at the Nice Opera. (The text was picked up by A. V. Shafran)

Part 111
Н and НН in adjective suffixes,
participles, adverbs
1. The spelling of adjectives depends on the composition of the suffix:
I write in suf .: -in-
-an-
-yan-: bee, sandy, silver.
Remember:
pork, young, green, ruddy. NN I write in suffixes: -onn - enn-, based on k + and in the suffix (foggy fog). Remember:
glass, pewter, wood, windy (day), wind-driven (working under the influence of the wind) engine, but windless.
In the short form, as much H is written as in the full:
hazy hazy.
2. Spelling of the participles. НН is written in full participles that have one of the following conditions:
1) prefix, except NOT: scattered,
2) suffix -ova- (-eva-): lined,
3) dependent word: a meadow mowed by someone,
4) is formed from Ch. owls. species: resolved. Remember: wounded, but wounded in battle.
N is written in a word that meets all the conditions:
1) no prefix (the prefix is not taken into account and does not affect the spelling of N NN), mowed
2) there is no suf. -ova - (- eva-),
3) there is no dependent word,
N is written in short reasons: things are scattered ..
3. Spelling of adverbs.
In the adverb, as much H is written as in the word from which it is formed: abstract (topics) speaks in an abstract way, confused (answer) speaks confused.
Do not confuse adverbs formed from participles (has the same H, with the participle from which it is formed), and short participles (always have one H):
speaks (how?) absentmindedly (the adverb from the participle is absent-minded), can be replaced with another adverb: speaks inattentively; the army (what is it?) is scattered in the forest,) (short form of the participle scattered), you can substitute a noun, answering the question by whom ?:
the army is scattered through the forest (by whom?) by the commander.
Compare: a woman is agitated (short appendix == upset) the sea is agitated (short, agitated by the wind).

Training exercises
Exercise 1
The woman is smart and educated. The commission was formed a few days ago;
The children were inattentive and scattered - the Troops were scattered through the forest;
He speaks depressed. The uprising was suppressed;
The decision is hasty, ill-considered. The decision is not thought out by anyone;
sauerkraut sauerkraut for the winter;
unmown meadow mown meadow;
come to a dinner party with no invited guests;
a named brother named after you;
windy day calm day.
Remember:
uninvited, named, unseen, unheard of, out of the blue.
(Explain the difference in spelling in paired phrases

Exercise 2
Bee honey, millet porridge, with condensed milk, oil stain; oil painting; a clay vase, a wooden building, located in a hotel, noticed flaws, a sown rye field, a meadow that has not yet been mowed, things somehow scattered in a wardrobe, about a virgin harvest, the girl is very educated, the distance is foggy, draw a broken line, silver and gilded jewelry, a wounded man, a badly wounded soldier, at dawn.
(Explain the spelling H and HH using the table.

Exercise # 3

A forged chest, a car loaded with bricks, spent cartridges, mowed meadows, well-trodden paths, a movie seen, sown rye, a wounded in the shoulder, named after someone, hidden gifts.
(Rebuild the phrase to illustrate all possible spellings of the participle.
Exercise 4

Luxurious living room in a not cheap hotel,
flapping windmill, an angry predator shot, a forged silver chest.
Rivers bound by an ice shell, uninvited guests unexpectedly arriving,
outlandish plants are twisting, a skillfully applied favorite technique.
(Check what you wrote from memory; if there were mistakes in what was written, write down these words (phrases) again, bringing your examples to the appropriate rules.

Exercise # 5
Superb millet porridge with condensed milk, touches the polished surface, skillfully crafted earthenware vase; a dream not realized; windmill flapping its wings.
(Write phrases as dictated by each other.
Exercise # 6
Wonderful calm afternoon; forged in gold, not a gilded silver chest; meadow not mowed with dew; you touch the sprout of an outlandish plant; The girl is well-mannered and educated; cheap leather short coat; Silk curtains don't go well with thatch furnishings; The leveled paths are strewn with crushed bricks; buy used things and used books; The group of troops is scattered over the roadside thickets; fitted dress; draw a broken line; unlined coated paper; Movement is constrained; The little river is shackled with an ice shell.
(Write dictation phrases and analyze the mistakes.

Control dictation

It was a wonderful July day: calm, cool, but summer-like warm and pleasant.
I slowly, in deep thought, walked along the alley of the wild garden, drowned out by the growth of weeds and thickets of some outlandish bush. Imperceptibly I reached a low wooden house, surrounded by half-rotted chiseled posts. Walking around the building on the right, I found myself in front of an old two-story manor house.
Climbing onto the glassed-in terrace, I sat down on a wicker thatched chair with burnt-out linen upholstery. Near the house, as I noticed, there were old birches; on top of one of them there was a jackdaw nest, in which a restless daw-glutton was constantly shouting. And through a small glass door one could see the parquet-floor living room; the walls were decorated with engravings in polished mahogany frames; in one corner stood a broken piano, in the other two large armchairs.
I knocked on the door with a cane, and a minute later an old man in a shabby frock coat, felt boots and a wonderful shaggy hat came out to me. I learned that his name was Philip Kuzmich and that he was the master's valet, who had never come to the estate for all the past years. My new acquaintance kindly invited me to look around the house, and I, of course, willingly agreed. I was especially attracted by the library, filled with works of Russian and French classics. You rarely see such an abundance of books: Lermontov, and Pushkin, and Turgenev, and Tolstoy, and Hugo, and Maupassant in a word, a Russian-French library.
I examined the house with genuine interest and, thanking the old man, went out into the garden. Only peonies and poppies have survived from the old flower beds, which raised their pale pink and bright red heads from the grass. On the sides of the alley, there were also traces of desolation: here and there tall, uncut poplars and spreading lindens of the same age as the old house grew. Further from the house, the garden was cleared for haymaking. Here, away from the estate, in the open space, there were many beautiful fruit trees: pears, apple trees, cherries, cherries, and their branches touched high above. The paths, once leveled and strewn with crushed bricks, were overgrown and, running forward, beckoned to the cool thickets.
Peace, silence, abandonment and silence breathed from everywhere.
(The text was picked up by A. Shafran)

Spelling endings
Review the table and explain the spelling of the endings
1. The letter b at the end of words is written after hissing:
a) n. f. R. units h mouse, daughter;
b) ver.:
in the beginning. f,: take care take care (the spelling is checked on the question:
if there is in the question, then it is written in the word:
(what does it do?) it seems; but it starts to seem to me (what to do?));
in the 2nd sheet. units h. present and bud. vr .: you eat;
c) at the end of adverbs in hissing, except for the words "already, married, unbearable. Wed: backhand, wide open, but the deputy w.
2. Case endings of nouns:
-and in noun. 3rd floor
+ R. n. N. 1 room at the uncle's;
words in -ya (no) shadow, army;
+ P. p. -Ii about the mother, the army, -th, -iv. (but in hoarfrost);
+ D. p. On -ya (ladies) daughter, army.
To 1 floor include the words w. and m. r., ending in I. p. in -a (s) uncle, aunt, mom, dad;
to 2 sq. include the words cf. R. on -o (s) and the words m. with zero ending or on the field, village, horse, hoarfrost;
to 3 sq. include the words w. R. on the mouse, daughter, mother.
3. Spelling ending of adjectives and participles. Endings adj. and pr. in full form are checked on the issue:
(admires) a lake (what?) blue, blue;
(speaks) about the lake "(what?) blue, blue.
4. Spelling of verb endings:
a) unud. vowels depending on the sp:
to verb I sp.: -Em, -eh, -t, -ut, -yut:
we know, know, know, know;
to verb P ref .: -im, -ish, -it, -at, -at:
love, love, love, love.
To I ref. include Ch. do not on -it + shave, lay;
to II ref. include Ch. add +11 words:
drive, breathe, hold, offend, hear, see, hate, and also endure, twirl, and depend, and watch;
b) in the form will command, tilt. before - write ^ and: love love. Wed in the given sentence there are two forms of one ch .: command, nakl. bud. time. will express, nakl .:
Rake out the ash from the stove when you rake it out (1st week), the stove will heat better;
c) in the form will command, tilt. at the end of the stem is written b; stand up, cut;
b is kept before -te: cut cut;
b is not written in the word lie down (lie down).

Training exercises
Exercise 1
Studying student, foggy foggy, (o) good (c) good, turning blue, bluish blue, (c) spring (c) spring, (c) approaching - (o) approaching, disappearing disappearing.
(Using the reference material, come up with phrases with words from these pairs according to the example given:
blue blue; stretches over the blue (what?) sea, talks about the blue (what?) sea.

Exercise 2

The wind is powerful, generous help, sit down to rest, glad to help, hordes of clouds are approaching, avoiding meetings, presy rook, the attending physician will come, you walk for half an hour, the adorable lily of the valley is fragrant, the bricklayer is trying, touches the climbing plant, you will overcome the barrier, chase each other, demonstrate power, tries to preserve traditions; you open wide, hit the backhand, get married, be in the coastal zone for a week, make your way through the forest thicket, climb into the wilderness, leave the pastures.
(Explain the spelling of the b sign after the widening.
Exercise # 3
They are located in a hotel building, settle in a fragrant valley, speak in a letter from a teacher to a student; about a drink stored in a bottle (bottle); expect a meeting in the lobby for half an hour, be treated in a sanatorium in Primorye; during the month, go on an excellent excursion to the planetarium, participate in an outstanding study, be recuperated in a hospital, rush into the blue water of the river, move along the autumn alley, spend the night in a gorge, outlandish trees in hoarfrost, remain in strong tension for all month, to be located on a plateau overgrown with bushes, to admire the noisy stream, about the winter forest numb in silence, it is said in a speech at the pre-anniversary meeting, to meet with the successor of ancient traditions, in conclusion he added, turned to Natalia (Natalia), you will find a pencil on the coffee table, present a bizarre bouquet to the teacher, touches the forged stirrup, did not see it with his own eyes.
(Explain the spelling of the vowels in the case endings.

Exercise 4
Chases a lot of leaden clouds, mutters something indistinctly, get a good sleep, correct inaccuracies and shortcomings in interesting work, splits and saws wood, does not bother anyone, praises someone, slumbers in the fresh air, fights for their independence, breathes heavily, poultry vegetable beds, burn out in the sun, glue a funny hare, soar in the air, breathe with the aroma of a rye field, grind grain, develop virgin lands, build a two-story building, look into the distance of the sea, it does not depend on us, you cannot follow him when you go out, ask, to weaken the enemy and weaken yourself, you will not find the limit, it will bring sadness, dispel anxiety and doubts; Waves rise as if murmuring at something; The boy will surely be offended; Toiling bees bustle.
(Write dictation phrases.
Exercise # 5
It blows like a summer warm wind into the wide-open window,
little by little they make their way into the depths of the forest thicket,
located on a wooden balcony, also rotten from dampness,
seen through greenish-transparent waters,
are located on a barrel pumped out of the basement.
(Explain the spelling of the vowels in the endings.

Control dictation

I. Most of the Russian words, which we sometimes do not notice in everyday speech, in poetry, as gems, emit luster. It would seem that it is by no means an unusual, distant comparison. But still let us comprehend it. The brilliance of stones, which any scientist can explain from the point of view of physics, nevertheless reveals some kind of secret, beckons to itself. It is difficult to come to terms with the fact that inside the stone, from where a ray of light or a stream of rays breaks through, there is no own source of light.
This applies to many precious, semi-precious, semi-precious stones. Take aquamarine, for example. Its color cannot be precisely determined; no suitable word has been found yet. Aquamarine has long, for many centuries, considered by its name (aquamarine sea water) a stone that transmits, reflects the color of sea waves, but this is only partially true. In nature, perhaps, you will no longer find this enchanting, incomparable shade. Aquamarine combines reflections of a pale green color and pale blue, but a special originality is given to it by a silver (namely silver, not white) fire, which illuminates it from the inside. It seems that if you look closely at the aquamarine, you will see the sea with water of the color of stars and hear the whisper of the waves. Apparently, this feature of the stone gives us a sense of mystery: its beauty, no matter what, seems and will forever seem inexplicable.
Obviously, the word seems poetic to us and keeps it captivated by its charm if it conveys a concept filled with poetic content. Listen and take a closer look at the usual words: silence, silence, rustle, rustle, night, blue. They contain sound, color and partly smell. Hear, feel them, and you will discover the inexplicable beauty of the world around you. (The text was picked up by A. Shafran)

Speech development

The time has come when Moscow returned to itself a great native. She did not take him away from Petersburg - and this is impossible - but she shared with him the honor of being the city of Pushkin.
In 1880, with a huge crowd of people, the grand opening of the monument to the poet on Tverskoy Boulevard took place. Prior to that, in Moscow, monuments were erected only to crowned persons and generals. The monument was built, like a temple, with public money. For these celebrations F.M. Dostoevsky prepared a speech about Pushkin, which he delivered at a meeting of the Society of Lovers of Russian Literature. This speech, which revealed the national and universal meaning of the unique phenomenon of Pushkin, became the largest literary, historical and social event.
The Opekushinsky monument turned out to be the center of Moscow's gravity, every guest of the capital considered himself obliged to bow to the bronze Pushkin, poetry was composed about him, lovers met near him, children played, and the girl Marina Tsvetaeva was forever bewitched by him. Long Tverskoy Boulevard, now in green foliage, now in gold and crimson, now in sparkling snow, was its train ...
(Yu.Nagibin)
1. Determine the theme, the main idea. Title the text.
2. Explain the meaning of the words: literature, train, crimson, triumph. What is the stylistic coloring of the word crimson (Refer to the dictionary). Which of these words is used figuratively in the text?
3. Choose synonyms for the words: unique, huge, forever.
4. Prove that it is a coherent text. By what linguistic means (lexical, grammatical) the sentences are connected into a single whole?
5. Explain the division of the text into paragraphs. Make an outline of the text.
6. Replace the last sentence of the second paragraph (orally) with its synonym - a complex sentence. Schedule this sentence, parse it.
7. Explain spelling and punctogram.
8. Prepare for expressive reading of the text.

Control dictation

I remember with inexplicable joy my childhood years in an old manor house in central Russia.
Quiet, summer-like clear dawn. The first ray of sun through the loose shutters gilded the tiled stove, freshly painted floors, recently painted walls, hung with pictures on themes from children's fairy tales. What colors shimmering in the sun played here! Against a blue background, lilac princesses came to life, the pink prince gripped a sword, hurrying to help his beloved, trees in winter hoarfrost glowed blue, and a spring lily of the valley blossomed nearby. And outside the window, a lovely summer day is gaining strength.
The dewy freshness of the early flowers of peonies, light and delicate, bursts into the wide-open old window.
The low house, hunched over, leaves, grows into the ground, and over it, late lilacs still bloom violently, as if in a hurry with their white-purple luxury to cover up its squalor
Along the narrow wooden steps of the balcony, also rotten from time and swaying under our feet, we go down to swim to the river located near the house. The closed sluices of a small water mill raised the waters, forming a narrow but deep backwater. In the cold greenish-transparent water flocks of silver fish slowly pass, and on an old, dilapidated barrel, pumped out of the basement, which lacks several boards, a huge green frog sits, watching the sunbeams playing on the ash-gray plank walls of the bath of a favorite place frog pair.
After swimming, we lie down to sunbathe not far from the thickets of coastal reeds. A minute or two later, touching a branch of a dense hazel tree growing on the right, closer to the sandy slope, a magpie sits on a tree. What does she not rattle about! A resounding chirping rushes towards her, and, growing, gradually a polyphonic bird hubbub fills the garden, which is brightly colored in summer.
After enjoying the bath, we go back. The glass door leading from the terrace is ajar. On the table, in a simple clay pot, is a bunch of skillfully picked freshly picked, not yet blossoming flowers, and next to it, on a snow-white linen napkin, is a plate of honey, over which bright golden toilers-bees hover with an even hum.
How easy it is to breathe in the early morning! How long is this feeling remembered
happiness that you experience only in childhood!
(The text was picked up by A. Shafran)
List of used literature

1. Grekov V. F., Kryuchkov S. E., Cheshko A. A. Manual for Russian language classes in senior classes. M .: Education, 2000
Gorshkov A.I. Russian literature. M .: Education, 1995
3. Rosenthal DE Practical guide to the Russian language. For university applicants. M .: Education, 1994
4. Russian language. A great reference book for schoolchildren and university applicants. M .: Bustard, 1999
5. Tkachenko N.G. Tests on the grammar of the Russian language, Part 1, M,: Iris-press, 1997
6. Khazanova A.S., Tsvaig L.V. Russian language. Practical Guide, Part 5, Minsk, TPTs "Polifakt", 1992.
7. Shafran A. V. Complex repetition of spelling in high school // Russian language at school. - No. 1-4.- 1993.

Control dictations in the Russian language 10 - 11 grades

Extraordinary days

And the next wound, accidentally received after Bucharest, although it was lighter than the previous one, healed for an inexplicably long time, almost until Sofia itself.

I was, of course, wrong. It took time for the ear, stupefied by the grinding of city streets, to rest and catch the very clear and precise sounds of the autumn earth.

There are autumn nights, deaf and dumb, when calmness stands over the black wooded edge.

It was such a night. A lantern illuminated a well, an old maple tree under a fence, and a wind-blown nasturtium bush.

Dangerous profession

In pursuit of interesting shots, photographers and cinematographers often cross the border of reasonable risk.

Path to the lake

The supernatural efforts made by the hero to overcome all kinds of road obstacles were not in vain: the visit promised to be by no means uninteresting.

(According to N.V. Gogol)

I remember with inexplicable joy my childhood years in an old manor house in central Russia.

The dewy freshness of the early flowers of peonies, light and delicate, bursts into the wide-open old window.

The low house, hunched over, leaves, grows into the ground, and over it the late lilacs still bloom violently, as if in a hurry with their white-purple luxury to cover up its squalor.

On the narrow wooden steps of the balcony, also rotten from time and swaying under our feet, we go down to swim to the river located near the house.

How easy it is to breathe in the early morning! How long have I remembered this feeling of happiness, which you experience only in childhood!

The greatest shrine

And no skeptical philosophy, no clever cosmopolitanism will make me ashamed of my sensitivity, because love guides me, and it is not subject to reason and calculation.

For you are dust, and you will turn to dust.

(According to M.A. Osorgin)

the Rose

The nettles took up a whole corner of the flower garden, as if serving as a backdrop for a delicate pale pink flower. But next to the nettle was a rose, and nothing else.

Zoryanka

After some time, or even right here, after the bird, a hunter comes and stops by a tree in anticipation of the evening dawn.

Having walked around almost the whole town in half an hour, I settled down for the night on the bank of the river, covered with an old waterproof raincoat.

"Spelling in prefixes and roots of words." The path to the lake.

The morning dawn flares up little by little. Soon a ray of sunshine will touch the bare tops of trees in autumn and will gild the shiny mirror of the lake. And nearby there is a smaller lake, of a bizarre shape and color: the water in it is not blue, not green, not dark, but brownish. They say that this specific shade is due to the peculiarities of the composition of the local soil, the layer of which covers the lake bottom. Both of these lakes are united under the name Borovoe lakes, as in time immemorial they were christened by the old residents of these places. And to the southeast of Borovoye Lakes, there are giant swamps. These are also former lakes that have been overgrown for decades.

In this early hour of the wonderful golden autumn we are moving towards the lake with the unpleasant name - Pogany Lake. We got up a long time ago, even before dawn, and began to get ready for the journey. On the advice of the watchman who sheltered us, we took waterproof raincoats, hunting bog boots, prepared road food so as not to waste time lighting a fire, and set off.

For two hours we made our way to the lake, trying to find convenient approaches. At the cost of supernatural efforts, we overcame the thickets of some tenacious and thorny plant, then half-rotted slums, and the island appeared in front of us. Not reaching the wooded hillock, we fell into the lily of the valley thickets, and its regular leaves, as if leveled by an unknown master who had given them a geometrically precise shape, rustled on our faces.

In these thickets for half an hour we indulged in peace. Raise your head, and above you the tops of the pine trees rustle, retreating into the pale blue sky, along which not heavy, but summer-like, semi-airy clouds, fidgety, move. After resting among the lilies of the valley, we again began to look for the mysterious lake. Located somewhere nearby, it was hidden from us by a dense growth of tall grass.

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Arrange the stress
Asymmetry, spoiled, bows, evangelism, bombard, reject, religion, gas pipeline, corrugated, croutons, dispensary, fill, contract, mining, staff, dogma, nap, blinds, sign

Write down the words in which the consonant before the letter e is pronounced firmly
Antithesis, baroness, academy, parcel, brunet, benefit, barter, steak, sandwich, decade, detective, decoration, demobilization, defect, hyphen, indexing, inert, intellect, clarinet, square,

Form the gender form from the indicated nouns. n. pl. numbers
Bananas, lemons, apples, oranges, tomatoes, tangerines, croutons, tomatoes, waffles, eggplants, pasta, Bashkirs, Bulgarians, Buryats, Georgians, Ossetians, Romanians, Kyrgyz, Kazakhs, Uzbeks, Tajiks, Yakuts, tour

Match the test words and insert the missing letters
Swallow, teacher, reincarnate, v_lek, inheritance. expansion; single, close_cooling, add up, addictive, add. When choosing one-root words, it follows

Insert missing letters by matching test words
The flag is fluttering; industry is developing; old_lived our city; st_lived a warehouse of products; to think about help; mind_make merit; pay taxes; to shrink the concrete; enlightened monarchy; life, n

Full and incomplete combinations at the root
There are many words in the Russian language where the vowels in the root cannot be checked by a strong position, i.e. it is impossible to find an example in which the vowel would be stressed: boot, ax, vinaigrette. V

What does the word dust mean in the above texts?
a) They grabbed on horses; Blowing up the black dust to the sky, Under them the horses are fighting greyhounds. (A. Pushkin) b) Boris: But Dmitry is dead! He is dust! No doubt about it! (A.K. Tolstoy) Dictionaries

Exercises
1. Insert unstressed vowels: intelligence, opt_mism, v_teran, man_fest, or_ginal, un_v_rsitet; f_ntasia, appl_disments, aqu_rel, ant_go-nizm, conflict, prog_

Spelling in the roots of words "
1. After c in the roots of words I write and: circus, number, shell; except: Gypsy on tiptoe to the chicken sniffed: "Chick!" 2. Whisper - whisper, twine - string, but chocolate - chocolate. (VC

O or A?
Dog..says z..rya, bow down to the ground, suppose..gat something, vyr..schennoe bizarre r..step, unprofitable branch..sl of industry, sunk on a sandy shore, light prick. . glimpse, necessary

Visual dictation
1) The dawn flares up little by little, touches the bare tops of trees in autumn, is located somewhere nearby, extends southeast of New York, overgrows for decades.

Write down phrases (for topics 1-2) under dictation
Dip in pear jam, jump out from behind a bend, take an excellent position, smooth out the uneven edge, pre-anniversary celebrations are dedicated, with a fearless circus performer, do not contradict

What sounds do words differ?
bow - hatch - table - steel - meadow - onion - languid - dark - 8. Underline the word where all consonants are voiced.

So, this squirrel - "a gift from heaven", as we christened her, began to serve with us, went on a cart, where there were food and radio sets.
She loved warmth very much, slept for a long time in a mitten specially made for her. She slept soundly, curled up in a ball, and very funny covered her muzzle with a fluffy tail, like a blanket. And when he woke up, the animal loved to climb into someone's pocket or under an overcoat. The little squirrel ate jam, raw eggs, bacon, crackers, canned food and, of course, berries, he especially loved strawberries. I don't know how he felt about sugar, we didn't have this delicacy.
And so the squirrel rode with us, participating in combat raids and transitions along the rear of the enemy. When the situation was calm, my friend Nina and I, also a radio operator, let the animal go for a walk and play. The squirrel very deftly ran along the trunks of trees, took food from her hands, but it was not given to everyone, she knew only us and the driver Andrey.
It was interesting to watch how she runs along the body of the horse, with quick jumps along the back, along the legs. Horses were restless at first, and the skin on their bodies trembled. And then they got used to and calmly treated "squirrel travel".
And once the animal climbed a tall tree. Suddenly, a large bird appeared and began to attack the squirrel. Jays flew in, screamed throughout the forest. I had to drive the bird away with a pistol shot. She flew away, and the squirrel instantly descended into our hands. Her heart was beating often, often. She slipped into her mitten and did not crawl out for a long time.
The squirrel lived with us until the summer. And once the unexpected happened ... We let her out, as always, for a walk, and then there was an order: to urgently leave this place. The shelling began. We didn't have time to look for a squirrel for a long time, we barely managed to turn off the radio station. They called her, called her, but she did not appear. So I stayed in that forest by the river ...
The partisans remembered her for a long time and wondered if she would find food for herself, would she be able to live, to stand up for herself? Who knows ... Yes, and during the war, people who had become hardened in difficult trials never ceased to remain people ready to protect all living things from death. A person's craving for kindness and care is ineradicable ...

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Mother of Russian rivers

The people of the Volga have long been called the Mother of Russian rivers. From under the frame of an old chapel, near the village of Volgino-Verkhovye, an inconspicuous stream flows out, through which a log bridge is thrown.
Having traveled three thousand six hundred and eighty-eight kilometers, the Volga comes to the Caspian Sea.
What kind of ships are not found on the Volga!
A huge oil barge sails heavily, replacing many railroad tank cars. Behind her, wide boats with low sides, loaded to the brim with Kamyshin watermelons, stretch unhurriedly. Take a look from afar from the shore - just like a huge dish with fruits floats down the river. A long street, paved with logs, moves towards. As expected, toy houses lined up on the street, as if on a ruler. A fire burns out in front of the house, tea is boiling in a smoked pot, hanging linen sways on strings - and all this economy is slowly moving down the river.
Not one by one, but a caravan stretching huge rafts, numbering fifty thousand logs each. It is a great art to lead such a whopper along the wayward bends in the course of the river.
On the deck drenched in June sun, the passengers of a three-story motor ship, as if silver from the sun, sat comfortably in reed chairs. Inaudibly he cuts through the greenish-gray waves of the river. Compared to this floating palace, the toiler-tug seems unprepossessing, pushing in front of him or leading heavily laden barges.
High-speed trains run, cars rush along the highways of our vast country, but the Volga is still the greatest highway of our Motherland.

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Cuckoo trick

Not far from our fishing camp, a poplar forest belt gurgled with foliage, along which low concrete posts of a wire fence protruded. And so we began to notice how a singing cuckoo would occasionally sit on these posts. He will sit, sing on one, fly over to the other, the third, and so on, until the short forest belt ends. Does she think the columns, or what?
Finally, chance helped to unravel such strange behavior cuckoos. I was walking along the forest belt when very close to me I saw a bird flying low. "Ku-ku", - she sang on the fly, casting aside any doubts in me about who I was dealing with. Our cuckoo! And the male. Many people think that female cuckoos do the cuckoo, but in fact the male does, taking on the burden of hostility caused by our cuckoo way of life.
The bird I noticed sat down, as usual, on one of the concrete posts. Wiggling her tail and, as it were, bowing in different directions, she continued her unpretentious, but always exciting song. I wanted to get a better look at the singer. I crossed the forest belt and, behind the trees, began to carefully creep towards him. And suddenly I notice: I'm not sneaking alone. Ahead of me, between the sparse poplar trunks, another cuckoo leaps quietly! Its path is zigzag, with frequent stops for inspection. The cuckoo was especially attracted by potholes overgrown with grass, bumps, and dead wood. I guess the cuckoo was looking for nests!
And in the meantime, near the male hooking on the post, small songbirds already fluttered restlessly and scribbled: a couple of yellow wagtails and a painted handsome Dubrovnik. All three of them clearly did not like the appearance of the cuckoo.
This is the old thief's trick with cuckoos: while the male cuckoo in full view and distracts the birds' attention, the female looks for their nests to reward with a foundling egg.

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The dawn was flaring up. The sun's rays touched the tops of the trees, gilded the shiny surface of the lake and penetrated into the kids' bedroom. High above the house, a red flag flutters and burns with a bright flame. Rise soon. At the sound of the bugle, young athletes quickly rise and, having neatly made their beds, run out to exercise. Younger children stay in the room. They still do not know how to make their own beds and do it under the supervision of counselor Lucy.
On the sports ground, lining up in a row of three in height and leveling up, the guys freeze on the command "at attention!" A minute later, tanned hands flicker in the air, and the children, with their shaved hair, bend over, touching the ground with their fingertips. After charging, they scatter to the lake, announcing its shores with ringing laughter.
Kids who cannot swim are splashing along the shore. Several guys, led by Yura, the famous camp swimmer, went to the floating bridge, but when they heard the angry voice of the counselor Lucy, they hurried back.
After bathing, rub well with a shaggy towel. Exercising and rubbing in cold water every day strengthens and strengthens health. And what an appetite develops after bathing! Everything seems extraordinarily tasty. The guys gobble up the pancakes with satisfaction, dipping them in sour cream.

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Moka lived in the mountains of the North Caucasus. In the fall, when acorns, pears, and other wild fruits and berries were ripening, he went down into the forests, even went to the foothills, and spent the summer and spring, climbing high into the mountains. His mother, a brown bear, died when he was still very young. Hungry and frightened, huddled in dense thickets of sea buckthorn, people found him, drove away their ferocious dogs and brought the bear cub to the village. There, on the outskirts of a mountain village, he lived for almost a year: summer, autumn and winter. At night he was locked in a barn, and the day he spent in the yard, fenced off by a high and solid stone fence.
When he grew older and stronger, he was undernourished. Unintentionally. He just needed a lot of food, and the lonely old man, his master, could not always feed him. Moka ate everything: bread, crackers, meat, bones, potatoes, any vegetables - raw and boiled, even grass. And still he was always half-starved.
Sometimes two children came to Moka. Play with him. The bear cub was happy with such visits. But this spring, when everything was blooming and green in April and May, the boys came only once. They brought Moka two sweet buns, patted him on his shaggy brown mane, stroked his forehead and cheeks - Moka was humming rather humbly at that time - then they left. He was left alone again until the evening, until the old owner came. The man fed him a little, said sweet words.
One day the kids came again. The third was with them. The bear ate the presents offered to him by two familiar boys, reached for the third. And he, instead of a sweet bun, thrust a prickly brush into his nose. Moka pricked himself, yelped and recoiled, and the boy laughed loudly and merrily. And then it suddenly turned out that Moki had a pretty cool temper. He roared, jumped to the offender and hit him with his paw. The children ran away, and the bear walked around the yard for a long time, then found comfortable ledges in the masonry of the fence, climbed over it and went into the forest.
Many years have passed since then. Moka became a mighty large bear. True, he barely survived the first wintering in the wild: he almost froze. But he was saved successfully, albeit by a randomly chosen cave, in which he lay down for his first hibernation.
Now he was already experienced, clever and cunning. And, although he ate mainly plant foods, he was not averse and knew how, at an opportunity, to pick up a deer or a tur. He did not meet people, avoided their traces, smell. A wild instinct for self-preservation awoke in him. Thanks to this caution, Moka lived quietly in mountain forests and gorges.

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Any kind of coherent memories begin in me only from the time when I was about five years old and when we lived in Kaluga. We were then three children: my sister Anyuta was six years older than me, and my brother Fedya was three years younger.
Our nursery is drawn in front of my eyes. Large but low room. As soon as the nanny stands on a chair, she freely reaches the ceiling with her hand. We all three sleep in the nursery; there were rumors about transferring Anyuta to sleep in the room of her French governess, but she did not want to and preferred to stay with us.
Our cribs, fenced with bars, stand side by side, so that in the morning we can climb over to each other without taking our feet to the floor. A little further off there is a large nanny's bed, over which a whole mountain of featherbeds and down jackets rises. This is a nanny's pride. Sometimes during the day, when the nanny is in good spirits, she lets us lie on her bed. We climb it with a chair, but as soon as we climb to the very top, this mountain immediately collapses below us, and we plunge into a soft sea of fluff. It amuses us a lot.
As soon as I think about our nursery, at once, by the inevitable association of ideas, a special smell begins to seem to me - a mixture of frankincense, wood oil, May balm and the tea of a tallow candle. It has been a long time since I heard this peculiar smell anywhere. Yes, I think, not only abroad, but also in St. Petersburg, and in Moscow now you rarely hear him anywhere; but two years ago, having visited some of my village friends, I went into their nursery, and this familiar smell smelled at me and caused a whole line of forgotten memories and sensations.
The French governess cannot enter our nursery without bringing her handkerchief to her nose in disgust.
(According to S. Kovalevskaya)

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The house was preparing for the holiday, Zhenya interfered with everyone. He wandered around the house and got underfoot. Especially annoying to my grandmother. Wherever she looks - everywhere in front of her is a white forelock, then a white crown. "Oh, Zhenya, you should go swimming!" - said the grandmother. And she laughed. She knew that he was afraid of water.
Zhenya was offended, but still wandered off to the river. He went down to the water and wanted to wet his panties and the top of his head out of habit - he seemed to be swimming, and he had already scooped up water with his palm, when he remembered his grandmother's laugh. The grandmother recently spied on his trick. So he just flopped down on the grass. This he loved very much. Still - the grass is cool, affectionate.
Zhenya lay there and was blissful. The sun was so hot from above!
Suddenly something clicked lightly on Zhenya's forehead. He froze. R-times, more r-times! Click! Click! Click! Someone was shooting. It doesn't hurt, but it still hurts.
Zhenya looked around. Nobody. Bushes, grass by the river - nothing swayed, nothing stirred. And then again - click! Click! Well, this is too much! The boy wanted to jump up, as from the last click on his forehead something fell on a wide leaf of plantain. Zhenya looked closely. Seed. Round, shiny, like varnish. I wanted to take it - a seed slipped between my fingers and darted down to the ground.
Zhenya was at a loss - where is it from? He got up and saw how small fruits swayed about three paces from him on the stalk of some grass. Some looked like crane heads with long beaks, others like shaggy balls. A seed stuck to one of the cosmushkas: exactly the same as the one that bounced off Zhenya's forehead.
"So that's who shot!" - it dawned on him. He lightly touched the fruit of the crane's nose with his finger. The fruit tree instantly ruffled, and seeds flew in different directions in shining dots. This is the discovery! Zhenya forgot about everything in the world, even about grandmother's laughter. He crawled on his knees in the meadow and looked for shooters. I found it, tried it on with my finger, shouted: "R-times!" - and touched the fruit. If there was a shot, he jumped to his feet and yelled: "Yes!"
The geese, which still lay motionless in the meadow, jumped up and cackled in alarm, began to waddle on the grass, until they finally threw themselves into the water. They flapped their wings on the water, whipping up white foam, splashes flew in all directions, like those shiny seeds. And Zhenya took a step towards them. The water was cool and gentle, like grass. He froze. A flock of tiny fry darted over the bottom. From the nettle wall - the river bank - little blue forget-me-nots looked out.
Zhenya waved his arms like geese wings, also whipped up white foam and glanced triumphantly at the gunmen.
Grandmother was standing among the flowers. "Do not move!" - ordered her grandson, got out on the shore and crawled to look for the shooters. Grandma did not know about this. Honestly! "Ordinary geraniums - and wow!" She wondered.
They were sitting in the meadow. Zhenya was completely happy. And grandma too.

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Due to a snowstorm that had risen, I could not leave as early as I expected. It was quite late when they brought me a cart drawn by a pair of horses. The coachman jumped on the box and we rolled off. What a pleasure it is to race on lively horses along a well-groomed snowy road! An amazing calmness takes possession of you, and pleasant memories are crowded in your head. Distrust, doubt - everything is left behind. The plain, spreading before the eyes, glitters with diamonds, a pale dawn burns out on the horizon. The moon will rise soon, light up mysterious light the whole neighborhood. Leaning on the back of the sleigh, tightly wrapped in a fur coat, I gaze at the endless dark strip of the road. Two points appeared in the distance, they disappear into bumps, then, overtaking each other, move towards us. The dots approach and turn into two wagons on which the wrapped figures sit.
My coachman greets them, asks them about something and, turning to me, says: "We will not be late, we will be in time for the train."
Again, it is empty and quiet ahead, only the continuous creak of sledges and the snoring of horses are heard. Tired of the diversity of the terrain, I fall into some kind of sweet dream. It seems to me that my dream lasted for several moments, but when I wake up, I am convinced that we have already reached the goal of our journey. A small town is seen in the valley, illuminated by rows of lanterns, and in the west the stars are burning out.

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Why are people all the time unhappy with television, this greatest gift of civilization? Because it is a gift from the Danaans. A repressed, unrealized part of our living being is rebelling in us. Even on New Year's Eve, like slaves in galleys, we are chained to television screens and VCRs, unable to sing, dance, shout, laugh, play, or play each other - in fact, we do not communicate, but only look, look, in between, we drink and chew, chew, chew ...
Television is a symbol of all modern audiovisual culture. The disastrous essence of this new "culture" is that it deprives a person of his own objective world, taking him to where he exists only as a phantom. And there are already television fans, "electronic postmen" who have forgotten about the natural needs of a living active being, feeling quite well without them. They died - and are happy. Ahead - computer addiction, which is still called "stay in virtual reality."
Only that which has passed through the senses gets into the subconscious - the main creative laboratory of a person. First of all, the living, direct influence of another person, nature, the world passes through the feelings, and the informational influence affects only thinking, the "crust". From hockey on TV, there is a light surface trail, which, like an airplane trail, quickly dissipates with new impressions, mixes with them. Hockey at the stadium, even watching, and even more so his own game, remembers the whole body, the whole person. And so any events. On television, we have been everywhere, all over the planet, and have heard about everything. But what does it do? The overall impression is without experience. “We learn a lot from books, but the truths are passed on by word of mouth,” sang V. Vysotsky. Many are satisfied with a life without truth - they live as observers, "next to being." Some no longer need to experience - robotic, others, on the contrary, resort to artificial imitation of experience - drug-like.
(According to V. Kutyrev)

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The days were unbearably hot, but there was a refreshing freshness in the small oak forest. The elastic, glossy leaves of young oak trees are fresh, as if they had just been dipped in green wax. From under the motley stencil foliage of the ferns, a bright red wolfberry and fallen acorns peep out. Above shines a dry nut, all gilded with light, whole families of mushrooms grow in abundance on the dark brown peaty soil. Around a sleepy kingdom, only restless grasshoppers chirp in the grass and smart, hardworking ants drag straws. A faded hare jumped out of the thicket to the edge of the forest, but, making a leap, immediately decided to back down and ran away.
A raven floats high in the sky. Here comes from afar, like an abandoned handful of peas, a sad crow's cry. What is he looking out for from there? Maybe he is tired of soaring in the skies and wants this icy water from the stream? But from afar I heard like the singing of a lark.
And suddenly a heavy rumble is heard. Another blow, the cornfield hesitated, and a cold slashed through it. Smaller clouds gradually join the black cloud, which obscures the east and south. A fiery thread of silver lightning flashed along the upper edge of the cloud, which seems impenetrable. The whirlwind whistled and clicked, and strange light spots shone over the brown field of ripening rye.
And suddenly it is quiet. No lightning, no wind. So the crow, recently flying, threw itself down and crouched in the silvered foliage of the oak. The first heavy drops fell on the grass, and the drummer rained down with might and main.

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Three versts from Drankin - Big whirlpool. There was once a mill. The mill burned down, but the dam and the pool remained. According to the stories of Uncle Sasha, there lived in this pool a huge, like a log, pike with green moss on its back from old age.
Kukushkin really wanted to see this pike, well, at least with one eye.
On one of the July Sundays, Kukushkin went to the Great Whirlpool.
He walked along a forest path along the cool damp earth, jumping over roots and dead wood. Here is the dam, overgrown with alder and hops, nettles, bushes of raspberries and currants. Kukushkin made his way closer to the embankment and saw dark water covered with green duckweed. An old, gnarled willow hung over the water itself. Kukushkin climbed onto it, lay down on his stomach in the fork between the branches and began to look. It was very quiet, only a pigeon cooed somewhere nearby and a sedge rustled slightly.
And now a duck emerged from the sedge, followed by seven small yellow lumps. They moved silently through the water, leaving dark stripes in the green duckweed. And suddenly the duck darted to the side with a cry. The water under it became hilly, a huge toothy mouth protruded above the water and, as it seemed to Kukushkin, with a loud snapping of its teeth, swallowed the duckling. Swallowed and disappeared.
All this happened instantly. Kukushkin screamed, frightened no less than a duck, and flopped from a gnarled willow into the bottomless water. He did not remember how he pounded in the water with his hands and feet.
Choking, he nevertheless reached the shore and crawled out into the nettles, shivering with fear and cold.
So he learned to swim.
(According to M. Dudin)

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Last summer, I had to visit a Zavolzhsky village, lost in a dense mixed forest, stretching for many kilometers. The village was small, but somehow cheerful and lively, as if festive.
At the very entrance to the village, we are greeted by the noise of a sawmill that does not subside day or night. Here beams are stacked, logs are piled, heaps of sawdust that have not yet settled turn yellow. And around the village the discordant bird noise does not stop for a minute.
Whatever this green hero gives a man! Whatever you undertake, everything is somehow connected with the forest. Curved furniture, wrought iron chests, barrels - everyone did it locals- original woodworkers. And around there are forests that have not yet been developed yet. And this is not surprising: after all, there are not enough workers, although demobilized children have recently returned to the village.
As soon as you delve into a seemingly deserted forest, you will immediately see the boy's cropped heads, hear the melodious girl's call. These are mushroom pickers, berry pickers. Although only yesterday the rain that was no longer needed for a long time ended, and the branches are hung with drops that do not dry out all day, the whole forest is filled with people.
But in the most impassable thicket, you may encounter a gloomy old man who does not need companions, who, in the presence of an unexpected and uninvited guest, with feigned indifference will collect vigorous boletus boletus with cool hats and cough in embarrassment. And all summer they bring to the store dried raspberries, sun-dried blackberries, lingonberries, mushrooms.

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Squirrel dryer

Behind the sandy mound I made my way into a spacious deciduous forest. I leaned against a tree, I took out pine needles from behind the collar, I cleaned myself of the cobwebs. I almost missed the squirrel. She easily, silently ran past me, her tail up, holding a mushroom in her teeth. She stopped near an old oak tree and hid in a hollow. Before he could blink an eye, the squirrel was already sitting on a branch, cleaning its muzzle with its paws. Did I really miss, did not notice how I jumped out of the hollow?
The squirrel jumped to the ground and again rushed into the pine thickets for butter. Curiosity took me. Where did she put her fungus?
I sat down near the hollow, I hear someone whistling, whistling. He found a small feather of a bird and brought it to his palm. The feather was sucked into the hollow by the breeze, and now it is already sinking overhead, spinning in the air. It turns out great. The trunk of the oak is rotten, the wind howls in it, whistles its songs. Looked into the hollow. It shines with a round hole at the top. On thorny wood chips, splinters of squirrel, butters are pricked, and they hang from bottom to top, dry in a draft. Can you find the best place? Rain will not fall into the hollow, a thick branch covers it. Mushrooms dry quickly, do not deteriorate, and you will not find them right away either. There they will remain until the winter cold.

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Mother of Russian rivers

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Cuckoo trick

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Squirrel dryer