The summer day by the river stretches long and magnificent. River, trees, grass. Came in time to help

Material for the preparation of the post Dictations in Russian - Grade 3 taken from the manual on the Russian language for elementary school - Uzorova O. V. “Dictations and expositions in the Russian language: 1-4th grade. (1-4); 1st-3rd class (1-3)".

dictations

Fives

In the morning Alyosha went to school. The gardener gave the boy a large basket of apples. Alyosha brought them to school. The children examined the apples. On the apple side was the number five. Apples hung on branches. The gardener attached a paper number to each apple. Under the rays of the sun, the apple blushed. So the sun put marks on the apples.

(According to E. Shim)

Where do butterflies hibernate

Autumn cold is coming. At night, light frosts cover the puddles with ice. Where have the funny butterflies gone? Urticaria flew into the sheds and fell asleep there. On the slopes of forest glades under dry leaves, lemongrass lay down for the winter. Blizzards covered snowdrifts. Foxes and weasels roam in search of food. Do not find them butterflies under the fluffy snow.

Words for reference: urticaria, lemongrass, not found.

By the sea

I lived by the sea and fished. I had a boat. There was a booth in front of the house. There on the chain was a huge dog Barbos. I went to sea. He guarded the house. Barbos met me cheerfully with a catch. He loved to eat fish. I patted the dog on the back and treated him to fish.

Words for reference: I have a huge one.

Our street

Our street is good. The houses are beautiful and tall. In the yards there are playgrounds and flower beds. There used to be little houses on our street. They lived in the world for a long time. Their walls sagged. It was hard for people to live in wooden houses. Now a wide street with tall houses and shady trees has replaced the narrow lanes.

Reference words: wooden.

Leaves

The low sun hung over the forest. His light fell on the dark water. I sat under a tree and watched the falling leaves. Here the leaf is separated from the branch and slowly falls to the ground. How do the leaves rustle in the autumn air? I didn't hear that sound. Leaves rustled on the ground under my feet.

(According to K. Paustovsky)

Volga

A spring is beating. Light water from the spring flows in a stream. The stream is small. But he is rapidly gaining strength. Here is the beginning of the great Russian river Volga. It carries its waters through the whole country. Its low banks are covered with a carpet of meadows and shrubs. The beauty of the Volga is glorified in fairy tales, stories, paintings. The Volga is close and dear to the Russian people.

Words for reference: gaining, here, glorified, Russian.

Mother

Mom is your first friend. She is caring and affectionate. It's always good with her. Mom taught you to talk and walk. She read you the first book, where there were stories and fairy tales. Our mothers work hard. They work in factories, collective farms, hospitals and schools. Be proud of your mom and help her!

Reference words: work, with her.

Duckling

The duckling lived on the lake. He swam and dived. Everyone called him ugly. It's rainy autumn. The leaves on the trees turned brown. The wind whirled them in the air. It became cold. Heavy clouds sowed hail and snow on the ground. The crow was croaking from the cold at the top of its lungs. A flock of wonderful birds flew by. They were white with long, flexible necks. It was flying swans.

cold month

October is the first cold month of autumn. Harsh winds blow. Morning frosts have also become more frequent. Puddles glassy thin crystal ice. Paths and paths are slick with rain. The timid sun appeared. But then a wind came up from the north. He got cold. The first fluffy snow fell. The Russian winter is on the threshold. Nature is waiting for winter.

On the river

The rainy season passes quickly. A severe frost struck at night. Here are the first pieces of ice. They forged puddles. Real winter is coming. Everything stopped on the river. Strong ice will do its good deed. It will protect fish in rivers and lakes from the cold. He will save all living things from death.

Words for reference: stopped, death, will do.

On the threshold of winter

It was a clear autumn day. But in the evening the weather deteriorated badly. The sky began to darken. A sharp wind blew. He drove the gray clouds low. The tops of pines and firs rustled alarmingly. Strange sounds were heard. It was the geese screaming. They hurried south. Birds flew even at night. Frosts will come soon. On the threshold of winter.

Words for reference: spoiled, anxious, strange.

Our garden

In autumn, we tied the raspberry bushes and bent them to the ground. In winter they lie under the snow. Strawberries sleep under spruce paws. Now she is not afraid of frost and harsh wind. Flexible twigs stick out from under the snow. These are currant bushes. Currant is not afraid of frost. Stands all winter and does not freeze.

Words for reference: currant, not afraid.

Elk

I was behind a pine tree. A big elk came out of the forest. The giant sniffed the air through his wide nostrils. He was thin and could barely stand. The elk approached the birches. There in the grass were full of poisonous fly agaric. The elk bent his head and picked up the red mushroom with his thick lips. I was frightened. But the elk was treated with these poisonous mushrooms.

Words for reference: came out, barely, fly agaric.

Last days of autumn

I like to wander through the forest in late autumn. It's chilly for oaks and birches. From the spruce forest came the whistling of a hazel grouse. A tit squeaked over a tall spruce. The cold drove the small animals into their burrows. The bare forest hushed, frowning. The autumn wind carried wisps of clouds over the earth. Prickly snow began to pour out of them. The first traces of snow appeared on the white tablecloth.

Words for reference: of them. tablecloths.

herringbone

In autumn, a small Christmas tree appeared in the forest. She parted the leaves and blades of grass. The little one leaned out of the ground and looked around. The trees were dropping their autumn clothes. Willow showered the Christmas tree with thin goldfish. Beautiful stars fell from the maple tree. The fir-tree spread its paws. And the trees brought her gifts.

(According to N. Sladkov)

Words for reference: moved apart, spread out.

The end of October

The October cold has arrived. Strong winds quickly tore the last leaves from the trees and bushes. Autumn clouds floated across the sky. Migratory birds have long flown south. The swamps began to freeze. It snowed at night. White forest clearings and paths. Morning has come. Cheerful forest. The first snow fell on the branches of trees and mounds.

Words for reference: swamps.

Food for everyone

Aspen grows along the banks of the river. Fur beavers build strong dams on such rivers. Many forest dwellers are fed by aspen. Often bunnies run up to aspens. They love her bark. To taste young flexible twigs of aspen deer and elk. Domestic goats love to roam in the aspen forest. Treat rabbits with aspen branches. With what appetite they will eat them!

Words for reference: growing, treat, appetite. eat.

First snow

Strong winds blew. The dirt on the roads became hard. Puddles are frozen. It's boring to stay at home. The first snowflakes have begun to swirl. They lay on the roofs of houses and steps of the porch. Tanya and Alyonka went out into the yard.

Words for reference: blew, froze, lay down.

autumn

I like to wander through the forest in autumn. Frost covered the puddles at night. The trees have shed their leaves. A sharp wind freely walks through the clearing. It's chilly for oaks and birches. From the spruce forest I hear the whistle of a hazel grouse. A tit squeaked over a tall spruce. In the branches of the oak, the birds are looking for food. The cold drove small animals into the burrows. Suddenly a raven croaked. The autumn forest is quiet, frowning.

Words for reference: dropped, free, frowned.

In the woods

Harsh January came to the forest. He piled snowdrifts on the bushes. Frost covered the trees. Snow and frost reign in the forest. Here comes the fox. Her footprints lead into the thicket.

Words for reference: hoarfrost, ran, pubescent.

squirrel memory

I looked at the tracks of animals and birds in the snow. Here's what I read along those lines. The squirrel made its way through the snow into the moss. She took out two nuts. Then the animal ran a dozen meters and again darted into the snow. The squirrel had two more nuts in its paws. So, she remembered about her nuts since autumn. That's such a miracle!

Came in time to help

There was a lamb in the barn. His front leg was injured. He couldn't get to his feet. Glory noticed this. He took out bandages and iodine, washed the wound. The lamb looked plaintively at the boy. Slava poured milk into a bottle and began to feed the baby. Soon the wound began to heal. Slava carried the lamb out into the air so that it could nibble fresh grass.

First frost

One night the first frost came. He breathed cold on the glass in the house, sprinkled grainy frost on the roof, crunched underfoot. As if painted, there were Christmas trees and pines covered with snow. From the lacy birches, a light, shiny frost fell on hats and behind collars.

Help the birds

The rainy autumn days are over. A fluffy carpet of snow lay down on forest paths and paths. The pond sleeps under the ice crust. Birds are hungry in winter. So they fly to the dwelling of a person. Feel sorry for the guys feathered friends. They made feeders for them. Bullfinches and titmouse flocked to the feeders. Help the birds too. Birds are our friends.

in winter

A blizzard whistles. Winter flies in full swing. Bushes and stumps drown in white waves. Low clouds creep over the forest. In autumn, in the wilderness, the bear chose a place for a den. He brought soft fragrant needles to his dwelling. It's warm and cozy there. Frost crackles. Strong winds blow. And the bear is not afraid of winter.

Once a white cloud rose over the Russian land. It went across the sky. The cloud reached the middle and stopped. Then lightning flew out of him. Thunder boomed. It rained. After the rain, there were three rainbows in the sky at once. People looked at the rainbows and thought: a hero was born on Russian soil. And so it was. He got to his feet. The earth trembled. The oaks rustled with their tops. A wave ran through the lakes from shore to shore.

(According to A. Mityaev)

Christmas tree

A large frozen Christmas tree was dragged into the living room. It blew cold from it, but little by little the compacted branches thawed it. She got up, fluffed up. The whole house smelled of pine. The children brought boxes of decorations, put a chair up to the Christmas tree and began to decorate it. She was entangled with a golden cobweb, hung with silver chains, put candles. She shone all over, shimmered with gold, sparks, long rays. The light from it was thick, warm, smelling of pine needles.

(According to A. Tolstoy)

The coming of winter

In autumn, severe frosts hit early. They chilled the earth. The pond was covered with hard ice. In the bare glades, the grass wept in the wind. It was chilly for young trees. But then the fluffy snow fell. In the forest, every bush and stump put on snow caps. The winter grains have ceased to chill. They are warm and calm under the snow.

Words for reference: chilly, calm.

Wonderful tree

There is soft snow. Snow flakes fell on the ground, bushes and trees. A young slender Christmas tree stood alone in the clearing. The children decided to decorate it. They hung rowan berries on the forest beauty. Carrots were attached to the lower branches. A strong head of cabbage was placed under the tree. In the morning, a flock of birds was merrily circling over the Christmas tree. Two hares came running in the evening. They ate sweet carrots.

Words for reference: attached, put.

hike

On Saturday the boys went hiking. The weather was wonderful. The sun shone brightly. There was a light breeze. Here is a difficult descent. A group of guys went around. We all met in the forest. Low clouds covered the sky. The first snowflakes swirled in the air. But here the snow fell in flakes. All paths and paths were covered. The boys hurried home.

Words for reference: bypass.

Winter evening

Short winter day. Blue dusk crawled out of the forest and hung over the snowdrifts. The snow creaked sharply underfoot. The stars appeared in the sky. The frost was getting stronger. Here is the forester's lodge. The blizzards covered large drifts of snow. The little gatehouse was barely visible. We fired up the stove. The fire burned brightly. We got warm.

Words for reference: short, dusk, become.

cold

The frost was nice! There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. Birch branches chimed in the wind. Their ends were covered with ice. The big owls were merry. They goggled huge yellow eyes and called to each other through the entire dense forest. A narrow path led down to the valley. A fluffy carpet of snow covered her. A chain of footprints of various birds stretched across the snow.

Words for reference: frost, goggled.

Winter has come to the forest

The old badger padded the cold path for the last time. He climbed into a hole for the winter. The first snowflakes swirled in the air. Snow fell at night. Birds and animals left footprints in the soft snow in the morning. Their chain led to the dwelling of a man. A cheerful flock of tits swept towards the village.

Meeting

Ilya Glazkov went skiing. The boy went deeper into the forest. He noticed a cat. The cat had green eyes and tassels on its ears. She lay on a tree. The claws of strong paws dug into the trunk. This is a lynx.

Words for reference: ride.

Saved a friend

Vitya and Ilya were returning from school. They went down to the river. The boys went on the ice. Vitya ran forward. The brittle ice cracked. The boy was in the water. He clutched at the thin edge of the ice. The ice crumbled. It was a long way to run for help. Ilya cautiously crawled across the ice towards his friend. He pulled his friend ashore.

Words for reference: forward.

What kind of animal?

There was a light frost at night. Soft fluffy snow fell in the morning. He dusted the steps on the porch. The girl Katya wanted to walk in the snow. She stepped out onto the porch. There were small holes in the snow. What animal walked in the snow? The animal has a white warm fur coat and long ears. He loves carrots. It was a hare.

(According to E. Charushin)

Words for reference: powdered, in the morning, the porch.

Winter is coming soon

The feathered kingdom is silent. There are no sound songs. Sad song of a titmouse. A sharp wind hurts the flexible twigs of mountain ash. There are frosts at night. They are trying to forge the earth. Puddles covered with ice. Here is the first snow. The white hats quickly put on the old stumps. Spruce threw on a snow shawl. The Russian winter is coming.

Words for reference: sad, trying, calmed down.

Snow

Snow all around. They brought glades and meadows. White carpets are thrown over the Poksha River. Winter crops are carefully covered. The white fluff of winter does not allow the roots of trees to freeze. The trees are quiet. What is this snow house? I touched it with a flexible stick. It turned out to be an ant. Where are its residents? They sleep deep below.

Words for reference: carefully, touched, below.

Winter in the forest

The first snowflakes swirled in the air. But here the snow fell in flakes. The forest brightened and came to life. Happy snowball hare. The little fox stepped timidly across the soft snow. The magpies crackled merrily. Each animal left a chain of footprints on the white carpet. They decorated the forest clearing. The last autumn leaves have fallen from the trees. Snow caps covered the old stumps.

snowman

Gone are the rainy days. The earth is covered with a white carpet and is resting. Light snowflakes are merrily circling in the air. A group of guys came out into the street. They began to sculpt a snowman. Her eyes were made of light ice floes. Nose and mouth made of carrots, eyebrows made of coals. Beautiful snowman. A good gift for kids.

The onset of winter

A severe frost struck at night. He forged ice puddles on the forest paths. A sharp wind blew through the forest. It became chilly for oaks and birches. The cold drove the animals into the minks. The little birds hid in the nests. It's warm for the birds. Suddenly a raven croaked. The timid bunny pressed his ears in fear. Schoolchildren began to prepare bird feeders.

Words for reference: pressed.

Castle

The Snow Queen lived among eternal snows and ice floes. Blizzards erected walls. Violent winds blew through windows and doors. Great white halls stretched up to the sky. Blizzards spread fluffy carpets. It was cold and empty in the shiny halls. There was no fun here. Only polar bears had fun. They dexterously walked on their hind legs.

(According to G. X. Andersen)

Walk

It was wonderful weather. The sun shone brightly. The snow shone and sparkled. We went to the forest on skis. Here is a steep descent. The wind blows cheerfully. Skis fly fast. But the clouds began to cover the sky. Snowflakes swirled in the air. Suddenly the snow fell in flakes. The paths began to close quickly. We hurried home.

white figurines

Winter has come to the forest. The forest is covered in snow. Here a forest man in a large white hat crawled out of a snowdrift. A timid hare sits on a stump. He is silent and looks at the white forest. A white Alyonushka sits in a clearing by the river. She considered. The sun has risen. Tears dripped from shaggy coniferous eyelashes.

(According to N. Sladkov)

Where do birds sleep?

Where do forest birds sleep in winter? The long night has come. The sparrow sleeps under the roof of the barn. The tits flew into the thick bushes. A black grouse and a hazel grouse hid under the snow. A lively flock of birds appeared in the clearing. These were white buntings. They sat side by side on the icy ridge. The birds fluffed their wings and hid their noses in them.

Beautiful Russian forest in winter. White lace froze on birch trees. Fluffy hats glisten on centuries-old pines. The sun has peeked into the forest. The cones sparkled on the branches of the Christmas tree. A lynx lurks on a forest path. A hazel grouse flew into the clearing. He sat down on a tree. The breeze merrily played with the birch trees. The white fluff of winter flew. The forest sang a song. What is it about?

Words for reference: lace, looked, what.

First day of winter

The earth froze. Winter didn't come. By the evening it became warmer. Large fluffy snowflakes swirled in the air. But here the snow fell in flakes. I put on my coat and ran out into the yard. The paths in the garden were covered with a smooth white carpet. Brilliant white fluff rained down and rained down from heaven. Russian winter came into its own.

Winter forest

The horse was trotting along the smooth road. The forest was quiet. The trees stood still. Magpie sat on a branch. Snow dust flew right on his head. Tanya went along the path. The path led her to a clearing. There grew a small fluffy Christmas tree. The tree was all lit up in the sun. Birds hid in the dense branches of the forest beauty.

Reference words: motionless.

Snowflakes

Quietly and smoothly, light snowflakes fall from the clouds to the ground. Put a mitten on and catch a snowflake. Look how wonderful they are! Snowflakes have different shapes. They even gave them names. This is a star, this is a fluff, this is a hedgehog. And how many beautiful drawings you can make! Clinging together, snowflakes form snow flakes. They look like pieces of soft cotton wool.

(According to V. Korabelnikov)

Reference words: even, similar.

Snow Maiden

One winter it snowed. The kids ran outside to play. They ride sleds and throw snowballs. They began to make a snowman. An old man and an old woman looked at them from the window. They also thought of fashioning a daughter out of the snow. The old people blinded the arms, legs, head. The eyes were made from light ice floes. Good Snow Maiden!

Words for reference: on them, done.

Winter has come

Here comes the winter. Heavy snow fell in the morning. Fluffy snowflakes swirled in the air. There were traces of animals and birds in the snow. The river was covered with thin ice. She fell silent and fell asleep, as in a fairy tale.

Words for reference: quieted down.

The forest was dark and silent. But here he brightened and came to life. The first snow fell. The white hare is glad of the snow. The magpie crackled merrily. The little fox stepped timidly across the soft snow. Each animal left its mark on the white carpet. The last autumn leaves have fallen from the trees. Snow caps put on stumps. The forest has become beautiful.

January

January is the most severe month of the year. Blizzards howl. Frosts are falling. There is less food in the forest. Birds fly close to human habitation. You help them. Bread crumbs, seeds - that's their food. Schoolchildren are carrying hay and fragrant brooms to the forest glades. They prepared food for the animals in the summer. Deer and hares willingly eat it. Trumpeter, circus performer, violinist ate game and rolls. The prince and the prince met the mouse at midnight. The watchman heard crying, put on a cloak and lost the key.

On a fishing trip

The road went through rye. Here comes a mouse. Crying was heard in the grove - this owl sang a song. Here is the river. Night fell and the hunt began. There was silence all around. The reeds whispered with the river. Soon I came across a ruff, and my uncle had a bream on the line. That's midnight. We made a hut. In the morning, just a ray of sun flashed, we were on our feet.

(According to S. Aksakov)

Father announced his departure to us. The car pulled up to the driveway. Everyone sat down. We left the city and drove up to the river. Across the river was an immense plain. Here is the village. Aunt Mary met us. We ran into her arms.

It was a hot day. Suddenly a breeze picked up. A blue cloud came running. She didn't block out the sun. It started raining. The sun illuminated the area. Raindrops hit the grass and flowers hard. They hung on leaves and blades of grass. A ray of sunshine played in every raindrop.

Morning

A fresh stream ran down my face. I opened my eyes. Morning came. The earth is damp. There were sounds. The breeze fluttered over the earth. And then the streams of light poured down. Everything woke up, sang, rustled. Large drops of dew played on the grass and bushes.

(According to I. Turgenev)

Starlings

There are a lot of birdhouses in our village. The birds have returned to their homeland. They cleaned and refurbished their nests. In the evening, the starlings sat on the mountain ash under the window and sang. I loved listening to them. Starlings flew to visit each other. During the day, they busily scurry between the gardens and in the garden.

The forest was solemn, light and quiet. The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes fell from the sky. We wandered through the forest until evening. Bullfinches were sitting on the mountain ash. We plucked a frost-caught red rowan. It was the last memory of summer, of autumn. We came to the lake. There was a thin strip of ice along the coast. I saw a school of fish in the water. Winter has begun to come into its own. Heavy snow fell.

(According to K. Paustovsky)

Snow Maiden

The last snow has melted. Bloomed in the forests, flowers in the meadows. Birds have come from the south. And the Snow Maiden is sad, sitting in the shade. Once a large hailstorm fell. The snow girl rejoiced. But the hail quickly became water. The Snow Maiden cried.

house under the snow

I'm skiing through the woods. The trees are quiet. Ancient pines and firs are covered with snow. The clearing was crossed by hare tracks. It was the whites that ran to the river. There they feast on willow branches. Capercaillie takes off quickly. He raised a column of snow dust with his wings. In severe frosts, capercaillie burrow into a snowdrift. There they spend the night. Warm birds under the snow.

Words for reference: feast on, burrow.

nests

It happened in the morning. I walked out of the forest. Suddenly, a lark flew out from under his feet. I bent down. There was a nest under a small pine tree. There were four gray testicles. Another bird made its nest in the clearing. The nest was in dry grass. A bird sits in its house, and it is not visible.

gossip fox

The fox has sharp teeth, ears on top. The gossip-fox has a warm fur coat. She walks quietly. The fox wears its fluffy tail carefully. The little fox looks kindly, shows white teeth. The fox digs deep holes. They have many entrances and exits.

(According to K. Ushinsky)

Spring rain

A wet wind blew for three days. He ate snow. Arable land was bare on the hillocks. The air smelled of melted snow. It rained during the night. Wonderful sound of night rain. He hurriedly drummed on the glass. The wind in the darkness tore the poplars in gusts. By morning the rain had stopped. The sky was still covered with heavy gray clouds. Nikita looked out the window and gasped. There was no trace of snow left.

(According to A. Tolstoy)

The bravest

The fields are all dark. One field is bright green. Cheerful sprouts on it. When did they wake up from their winter sleep? When did you grow up? This is winter rye. Collective farmers sowed it in autumn. Before frost, the grains had time to germinate. Fluffy snow covered them. Spring came. The first sprouts got out of the snow. That's how brave they are! Now they are basking in the sun.

(According to E. Shim)

forest musicians

It was early spring. We walked through the forest along our path. Suddenly, quiet and very pleasant sounds were heard. We spotted red jays. They sat on the branches of trees, singing and chirping. The Jays put on a real concert. We began to listen to wonderful forest music. In our footsteps, the dog Fomka rushed and scared the jays away. We were very angry with stupid Fomka.

(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Everything woke up

I opened my eyes. The dawn had not yet blushed, but it had already turned white in the east. Everything became visible. The pale gray sky brightened, grew colder, turned blue. The stars twinkled faintly and disappeared. The leaves are sweating. A liquid, early breeze has already begun to roam and flutter over the earth.

(According to I. Turgenev)

Thunderstorm

I was sent to the forest for mushrooms. I got mushrooms and wanted to go home. Suddenly it became dark. It started to rain and thundered. I got scared and sat down under a big oak tree. Lightning flashed. I closed my eyes. Above my head something crackled and thundered. The storm has passed. Trees dripped all over the forest. The sun was playing. The birds sang merrily.

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Where is the friend?

Spring came. Water gurgled all around. The bear cub went for a walk in the clearing. Suddenly he stopped. A frog was sitting in front of him. She had just woken up from her winter hibernation. The little bear extended its paw towards her. The frog jumped away. Mishka took it for a game. He also jumped. So they got to a big puddle. The frog jumped into the water. The little bear stuck its paw into the water. The water was cold. He drew back his paw, shaking it. The mouse looked around. Where did his new friend go?

Hare

The hare lived in the winter near the village. The night has come. He raised one ear, listened, moved his whiskers, sniffed and sat on his hind legs. Then he jumped once or twice in the deep snow and again sat on his hind legs. The hare looked around. From all sides nothing could be seen except snow. The snow lay in waves and shone like sugar. Frosty steam hung over the hare's head. Large bright stars could be seen through the steam.

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Words for reference: there was nothing.

Why do birch trees cry

Everyone in the forest is having fun, and the birches are crying. Under the hot rays of the sun, the juice quickly flows along the entire white trunk. It protrudes through the pores of the cortex. People consider birch sap to be a healthy and tasty drink. They cut the bark and collect it in a bottle. Trees that have released a lot of juice dry up and die, because their juice is the same as our blood.

(According to V. Bianchi)

marmot

Once I heard a plaintive shriek in the garden. A few minutes later a tiny puppy was brought in. He was blind, weakly stood on crooked legs. I felt sorry for the puppy. I wrapped him in a warm blanket. Mother brought milk on a saucer. He was greedily drinking milk. The puppy was named Groundhog. I played with him for hours, fed him several times a day. Groundhog has grown up. In the yard we made a kennel for him. Surka lived with us for seventeen years.

(According to S. Aksakov)

silver hoof

It was a clear night. A goat stood by the hut. He raised his leg, and on it a silver hoof glistens. The goat jumped onto the roof and let's beat with a silver hoof. From under the legs, expensive sacks fell down. Kokovanya returned home and did not recognize from the bush. All of it was in expensive stones. The stones burned, shimmered with different lights. By morning, a lot of snow had fallen. All stones fell asleep. Where the goat rode, people began to find precious stones.

(According to P. Bazhov)

forest houses

Caterpillars attacked the grove. They ate. Mighty oaks stood bare. But now the caterpillars began to quickly slide down the trunk to the ground. It was the ants that dragged them. Many pests die from ants. Protect forest houses! Don't destroy anthills!

Wonderful pantry

There is a wonderful pantry in the world. Put a sack of grain in it in the spring. In the autumn there will be ten such bags in the pantry. A handful of seeds becomes a big pile of cucumbers. Is this a fairy tale? No, not a fairy tale. There is actually a wonderful pantry. It's called earth.

(According to M. Ilyin and N. Segal)

Spring is coming

Farewell, fluffy snow. Spring is coming. The sun is getting hotter and hotter. Sparrows and swallows are happy with its warm rays. A flock of rooks rushed to the grove. There the rooks built their nests. Here are the first flowers. The bees buzz merrily. They drink delicious juice.

Early spring

Early spring has come. The bright sun destroys the last snow fortresses. Ringing drops knock on the ground. The forest smells of fragrant buds. Green fir-trees importantly extended their thorny branches. Sweet juice flows from the birch. The rays of the sun lit up the whole area. Lived the forest. A loud chirp sounded overhead. A flock of birds flashed past the tree trunks. In spring, the feathered kingdom has a lot of trouble and worries.

Words for reference: fortresses, I heard.

In the woods

Here is March. It is called the joyful festival of light. A sensitive ear catches the first signs of spring. The ground is still covered with snow. Only near the old stumps did the first thaws appear. The first flowers appeared on the bare hazel branches. These are earrings. Icicles chimed on the birches. The sun illuminated the forest with warm light. The first heavy drop fell on the snow. How good is the forest drop in the forest! The titmouse sang loudly. The forest welcomes spring.

Birch

Russian forest is good in winter and summer, autumn and spring. Of all the trees in the forest, the birch is the cutest of all. Birch light groves are good and clean. Snow fell in the forest. Resinous fragrant buds swelled on the birch trees. Many songbirds gather in the groves. On summer days it is good to wander through the birch grove. A warm breeze rustles green foliage overhead. Birch is often mentioned in folk songs and fairy tales.

(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Words for reference: of all, nicer, going, rustling, mentioned.

March

Blue month of March. Blue sky, blue snow. During the day in the sun, frequent drops. At night - a sonorous frost. White birches in a gray haze. And here are the first streams. Spring streams speak, speak. Each stream has its own voice. One whispers a little, the other screams loudly. They all rush to the river. If you want to know the secret of the stream, sit by the river and listen.

Reference words: want.

Summer

It was a hot summer. We walked through the forest. It smelled of pine bark and strawberries. Grasshoppers chirped in the dry glades. A hawk hovered over the tops of the pines. The forest was heated with heat. We rested in a shady thicket of aspens and birches. They breathed the smell of herbs and roots. In the evening we went to the shore of the lake. The first stars shone in the sky. Whistling ducks flew for the night.

Words for reference: hawk, chirped.

July

July has come. Worth the heat. I am going to the forest. He looks at me with eyes of colorful flowers. Bees have fun collecting pollen. A bough creaked on a pine tree. There, a nimble squirrel gnawed at a bump. A cuckoo croaked in the wilderness. Good summer in the forest!

Words for reference: on me, collects, cuckooed.

Fishing

Pasha and Artyom live in the village of Ivanovka. Grandpa bought them fishing rods. The boys often go fishing. The fluffy cat Murzik always goes with them. He loves fish. Here is the river Pakhra. The boys threw in their fishing rods. And here is the pike.

Words for reference: Ivanovka, with them, always.

ducklings

I was sitting on an old stump by the river. It was a warm, quiet day. A mustachioed beetle crawled importantly along the branch. A duck came out of the bushes. Ducklings followed in single file. The smallest duckling lagged behind. He fell and squealed. The mother rushed to him.

Words for reference: behind her, squeaked, towards him.

Luchik

Zhenya lived in the village. He was very fond of horses. The boy had a favorite horse, Luchik. The beam was still small and weak. The doctor prescribed medicine for the horse. Zhenya began to accustom the baby to the medicine. Luchik licked off the sweet glucose with his lips and tongue. Often the boy treated his pet with pieces of sugar. Zhenya helped herd the horses in the summer. He took them to the river. Ray recognized his friend's voice. In the pasture, the young horse got stronger and grew up.

(According to A. Perfileva)

Words for reference: licked, glucose, Luchik.

ronja

Aniska walked across the clearing. Forest grass stood to the waist. Suddenly a spruce branch swayed. Aniska raised her eyes. A wonderful bird was sitting on a tree. This is ronja. The bird was like a bright flower. She sat and looked at the little girl. The head of the bird is black and the breast is green. Wings and tail red as fire. The bird quietly glided over the clearing and disappeared into the woody foliage of the trees.

(According to L. Voronkova)

Spring

The bad days have passed. Blizzards and blizzards subsided. The sun sheds light and warmth on the earth. We went on a trip to the forest. The flexible branches of the birches were covered with resinous buds. Willow has loosened her elegant sheepskin coats. The puddle glittered dazzlingly in the sun. Birds and beetles drank from it. The ants lived. They quickly ran around the anthill. Green grass appeared. The first flowers looked around merrily.

Words for reference: from it, glanced.

hedgehog woke up

A joyful spring has come. The sun warmed the earth. Merry streams ran along the paths and paths. There was a hole under the roots of an old birch. An angry hedgehog slept there all winter. The cold stream woke up the animal. He ran out into the forest clearing and looked around. A fresh breeze carried the scent of spring through the forest. The hedgehog lay on his back. The warm rays of the sun warmed him.

(According to G. Skrebitsky)

Birds

Trees and bushes were freed from snow captivity. The sun appeared. The earth revived. The wonderful singing of birds pleases the ear. Swallows circle quickly in the air. On the fly, they drink water, catch midges. The nest of this bird is amazing. The bird deftly sculpts it from earth and clay. The Oriole's nest is made of grass, flexible stems. I love looking at birds. It's sad to live without them.

Spring

The sun is shining brighter and brighter over the fields and forest. Roads darkened in the fields, ice turned blue on the river. White-nosed rooks have arrived, in a hurry to fix their old nests. Streams rang on the slopes. Resinous odorous buds puffed out on the trees. The guys saw the first starlings near the starlings. They cheered and cheered. Geese fly in slender shoals, stretch from the south. The first cranes appeared.

Spring came

The sun came out from behind the clouds. Nikita went out into the yard. Streams ran everywhere. Snow-scented water flowed. Nikita went to the pond. The water covered all the ice on the pond. And at the bottom of the ravine lay snow. Spring has not come here yet.

dog and shadow

The dog walked along the plank across the river. She carried meat in her teeth. She saw herself in the water. The dog thought that there was another dog carrying meat. She dropped her meat and rushed to take it from that dog. That meat was not there, but the wave carried away its own.

(According to L. Tolstoy)

The sun

The spring sun came out from behind the forest. The forest glade cheered up. Dew drops played in every flower and in every blade of grass. But then a cloud came up and covered the whole sky. Nature is sad. A column of dust flew towards the lake. Dry boughs fell from the trees from the harsh wind. The forest was muffled and menacingly noisy. Wet spots appeared on the ground. Thunderclaps deafened the entire area. But the storm passed quickly. And again the gentle sun shines over the forest.

Words for reference: because of.

Flowers

Early spring has come. The sun woke up the forest and melted the snowflakes on the top of the pine tree. The first drops fell on the snow. They broke through the snowdrift and dry foliage. There were thaws. Here and there, green arrows began to appear. And here are the first snowdrops. Late spring is coming. In the silence of the forest, a lily of the valley woke up. It emits a subtle, gentle scent. And how beautiful are his white bells! Flowers are the gifts of spring. Save them!

Reference words: show up.

Nakhodka

We saw ants along the road. Where are they running? We put a piece of watermelon on the ground. Ants covered sweet watermelon. They took tiny grains and carried them aside. We followed them and came across a large gray hill. The ants took their tiny pieces to the hole and returned. Ants are of great benefit to the forest and people. We began to protect them. Grandfather Ivan taught us how to create new anthills.

A teddy bear was born. The teddy bear was born very small. There was still snow everywhere in the forest. It went day after day. The snow in the forest began to melt. Brooks ran. Entire glades were cleared of snow. The teddy bear has already grown noticeably. His eyes opened. He examined the dwelling. Mother bear made the den spacious. The bear cub could even walk on it. One spring morning, the bears came out of their den. How good it was out there!

(According to S. Ustinov)

forest fears

It was a warm day. A she-bear with a cub walked through a rare forest behind a ravine. A piece of wood lay on a steep slope. The kid clutched at him with his paws. With a terrible roar, the fragment, together with the bear cub, flew down. Dust has risen. The bushes crackled. The pebbles of the forest rumbled. The baby screamed in fear and pain. The bear quickly ran towards him. And the frightened bear was already reaching for his mother. He whined softly.

(According to S. Ustinov)

The heat subsided

The weary sun has set. The heat of the day began to subside. Here a hare appeared at the edge of the forest. The hare sat, looked around and disappeared into the bushes. He has a hard life at any time of the year. Suddenly, a sharp rumble was heard. The beetle flew overhead. He is dangerous. The leaves of many trees are eaten by beetles. They especially love young birch leaves, they will gnaw clean all the trees. The night has fallen. A shadow flickered. Night birds come out to hunt.

Words for reference: he, I heard, cleanly.

Petushki

Young chickens walk along the road. My sister and I fed them. Soon they grew up and turned out to be all cockerels. The roosters have been digging in the ground all day. There they found worms. Cockerels loved to catch grasshoppers. In the early morning they tried to sing. They turned out to be very funny. The sound was hoarse. The roosters often fought. Combs and beards were covered in blood. Once one cockerel was injured in the eye. Here are some bullies!

Words for reference: chickens, soon, grasshoppers, they have.

On the river

A titmouse flew to the river. Everywhere streams sing. The fragile ice on the river turned blue. The water came out on the coast. Along the ravines, streams under the snow run to the river. This is where the ice cracked. Ice floes rocked on the water. They bumped into each other and broke with a bang. Seagulls and sandpipers flew up to the water. The birds were screaming loudly. A light cloud ran across the sky. The sun appeared. Migratory birds were drawn to their native lands.

(According to V. Bianchi)

Words for reference: bumped into another.

Spring Tale

Spring has gathered to visit the northern lands. She spent the whole winter with migratory birds in the south. A fluffy cloud ran across the sky. Spring climbed on him and flew. Everyone on earth is waiting for spring. Spring has come down to earth. The fields were full of thawed patches. Ice cracked on the river. Trees and bushes were covered with large buds. And after the spring, migratory birds were drawn to their native lands. Warm spring days have arrived.

(According to G. Skrebitsky)

Words for reference: climbed up.

For berries

It was an early morning. The guys and I went to the forest for strawberries. On the way we talked and sang loudly. They all approached the clearing and were silent. It was joyful to pick ripe strawberries. Each berry was carefully plucked and placed at the bottom of the basket. A berry blushed brightly near the old stump. It started to bake. A large bumblebee flew overhead. He sat down on a fragrant flower. Here are the baskets full. Time to go home.

Words for reference: talked, quieted down, collect, bake.

Summer day

It was a clear summer day. It was hot on top. Bluebells dangled from side to side on long, brittle stems. Ribbed cuckoo tears bent to the ground. There were flowers near the anthill. Bees circled around them. Glistening birch leaves. The young aspen fell silent from the heat. There was a slight shimmer over the Yenisei. The dark forests on the rocks stood motionless. A cobweb hung in thin lace. The water in the river was still cold. The guys jumped out of the water, basking in the sun.

(According to V. Astafiev)

spring steps

Early morning. Grey sky. The bare branches of the trees are wet from snow and rain. But a light breeze blew from the river. Lights appeared in the sky. The bright sun came up. All nature came to life and sparkled. Streams of warm steam came from damp mounds and old stumps. With each hour, the thawed patches became wider and longer. A flock of rooks flew up to the grove. Their cheerful voices rang in the air.

bird cherry

Once we were clearing a path near the pond. We chopped a lot of dry rose hips. Near the road grew an old and thick bird cherry. I examined its root. The tree grew under a lime tree. Linden with its branches drowned it out. Bird cherry moved from under the linden tree to the path. She stretched her straight stem along the ground. Here the bird cherry got out into the light. She raised her head and began to bloom.

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Words for reference: from under, raised.

Moscow

Moscow is a very big and beautiful city. There are many monuments, museums, squares, wonderful parks in Moscow. Cars rush along the straight and wide streets. Subway trains rush underground. And what kind of construction is going on in Moscow! Millions of Muscovites have already moved into new apartments. They love their city.

spring

Early spring has come. Warm spring sun. The first flowers appeared. Feathered guests arrived - rooks. They break branches and make nests on the tops of old birches. Tractors drove into the field. Collective farmers began spring sowing. Schoolchildren are not far behind. To work in the garden and garden, they were divided into groups. The children will grow vegetables. In the garden, they dug up the earth, cut the branches, smeared the trunks of the trees. What a great job guys!

Spring in the forest

Good in the forest in spring! The snow has melted. It smells of resin, tree bark. Thrushes sing, wild pigeons coo. The birch forest begins to turn green. And what wonderful earrings hanging from an aspen branch! Butterflies flutter around them, bumblebees and bees buzz. Warm. Clouds are gathering in the sky. The first thunder rumbled. A strong whirlwind rushed through the forest tops. Torrential rain poured down. Grass began to grow faster on the ground.

Camp

Our camp is on the banks of the river. How nice it is in the summer! Here is a ray of sunshine. The bugler played the wake-up call. The guys run to the gym. The sounds of the march are heard around the neighborhood. After a delicious breakfast, the guys in the collective farm field. A car pulled up behind them. The rest of the guys will go to work in the garden. The children worked together. In the evening, on the line, the guys were praised for their help.

spring

There was no snow on the fields yet. Freezes at night. But then the bright sun came out. It smiled at everyone. Spring came. What a joy! Muddy streams ran water to the river. Green grass came out. Buds swelled on the trees. The ice on the river has broken. Feathered heralds of spring have arrived from warm countries. They bustle around their nests. Everyone is happy for warm spring days.

Words for reference: busy.

friendly work

Spring has come. The sun sheds light and warmth on the earth. Good in the school garden. White flowers blossomed on cherries and apple trees. The first fragrant leaves are visible on the birch trees. Lots of work in the spring in the garden. The boys cleared all the paths, raked dry leaves and branches. The girls whitewashed the trees. Happy and satisfied, the children returned home. Well they did their best.

Words for reference: satisfied, returned.

Spring

The bad days have passed. Blizzards and blizzards subsided. Spring came. The bright sun blinds the eyes, warms the earth. We went on a trip to the forest. The buds on the trees swelled and darkened. Thin birch branches swayed in the wind. Ants have come to life in the forest. They crawl around the anthill. The roads and trails are already dry. Green grass breaks out of the ground. Beautiful forest in spring!

Words for reference: breaks through, around.

Underground

Metro is an underground city. Trains go fast there. They carry a lot of passengers. Wonderful stairs lift people up and lower them to the trains. It's cool in the subway in summer. The air is fresh. In rainy autumn and harsh winter, it is warm and dry there. Trains run from palace to palace. The largest and most beautiful metro in Moscow. We are proud of him. Subways are being built in other cities as well.

Reference words: raise.

Hello Spring!

Early spring has come. Snow melts in the fields. And in the forest, the trees are covered in snow. Flexible branches of birches are waiting for the heat. Here comes the sun. The whole forest came to life. In the silence of the forest, a spruce branch trembled. A lump of snow fell from her. The first stream gurgled. A light breeze ran through the forest. Soon the first snowdrops will bloom. Hello Spring!

Words for reference: melting, snowy.

spring

Joyful spring has come. Tractors and cars hum on the collective farm fields day and night. Collective farmers rush to sow bread. Behind each tractor there is a flock of cheerful rooks. They are the first heralds of spring. Rooks work quickly with their strong beaks. Hundreds of worms are eaten by these birds. But here is a tractor driver plowing the land near a river or lake. Seagulls follow the tractor right there. And seagulls love worms.

Words for reference: sow, near.

on vacation

The academic year has ended. It's a fun summer. The sun pours hot rays on the earth. The students went to summer camp. It is located on the banks of the Dnieper River. All around a beautiful area. The children went to the collective farm. The road goes through a birch grove. The bees buzz merrily. The guys rush to the collective farm fields. They broke into links and started weeding vegetables.

In the woods

The first days of spring have arrived. A timid ray of the sun made its way into the thicket of the forest. Ground is covered with snow. In the forest, water murmurs only at the edges. The first flowers appeared on the bare hazel branches. Gray lumps hang from flexible rods. These are earrings. The forester Ivan Petrovich examined the clearing. Near the old stump there was a small thawed patch. Quiet in the forest. But then a cheerful flock of birds swept over the forest.

Words for reference: hanging, thawed patch, quiet.

Forest Band

Summer has come. The longest days are coming. Nightingales sing in the forest. Birds sing day and night. When do they sleep? In summer, their sleep is short. The sun has risen. All the forest dwellers sang. Beetles and grasshoppers creak. Funny bumblebees and bees buzz. The oriole whistles joyfully. Woodpeckers found dry branches. This is a bird's drum. A strong nose serves as sticks. Good forest choir!

(According to V. Bianchi)

Words for reference: orchestra, ascended.

Moscow

Moscow is the capital of our Motherland. Moscow is a big and beautiful city. There are many museums, monuments, wonderful parks in Moscow. Cars rush along the straight and wide streets. Subway trains rush underground. And what kind of construction is going on in Moscow! Millions of residents have already moved into new apartments. We all love our Moscow. Guests from different countries come to Moscow. From Moscow the whole world hears the voice of truth, peace and friendship.

Words for reference: monuments, millions, hears, come.

Cherry blossoms

Under the rays of the May sun, everything is growing rapidly. Light white snowdrops have faded. A motley carpet of herbs and leaves unfolded in the meadows. Buds poured on the bird cherry. A pleasant aroma wafted from the tree. The cold blew. The morning fog did not rise like a ring from the forest clearing. He froze and lay down on the ground. Silence in the forest. The birds are silent. They are afraid of getting a cold. One cuckoo calls from early morning until late evening.

Words for reference: aroma, froze, afraid.

Compass

It was a warm morning. Buds have already burst on the trees. Young grass appeared from the ground. Willows bloomed. The bees buzzed together. Petka moved along a narrow path. She led the boy to the stream. He drank cold water and ran to the tent. Stones and pieces of clay lay on the ground. Petka looked at the clock with a sharp hand. The arrow moved. It was a compass.

(According to A. Gaidar)

Reference words: compass, tent.

school garden

Our school is surrounded by greenery. Cheerful maples, slender birches, lush mountain ash stand in rows. They were planted in late autumn by the guys from our school. A beautiful flower garden. White roses. Beans and poppies bloom on the plots. Blue flax. The bees are buzzing. They merrily fly from flower to flower. Bees drink sweet juice. I walk along the path, and I'm happy. The school garden is clean and tidy. Guys are working hard.

Words for reference: seriously.

Know how to save it

Collective farmers grow rye and wheat with love and care. They put in a lot of work. In cold and blizzard, rain and heat, collective farmers work in the field. Schoolchildren help them in a difficult time of harvest. Each spike must be saved. There is fragrant fresh bread on the table. It has the strength of working hands, the warmth of the heart. Bread is life itself. Don't hesitate to save him.

Words for reference: protect, grow.

Treasure

People treated the forest. They marked the trees for felling. The foresters felled the tree. There were nuts in its hollow. Throughout early and late autumn, the squirrel worked. But the animal forgot about his treasure. Found it in the cold winter of her neighbor. This often happens in the forest. One squirrel is working on the treasure. The stock of nuts goes to her friend. In the harvest year, there is enough food for everyone.

Reference words: working.

spring morning

Spring has come into its own. Nice early spring morning in the garden. Here comes the first ray of the sun. Night darkness hid in the dense foliage of trees. The robins woke up. The feathers on their breasts were the color of the dawn. Delicate apple blossom petals dotted the garden's shady alleys. Dew drops glistened on the leaves. Golden bees began to circle above the flowers. They greedily drink sweet juice. Swifts flew by. It's good to have fast and light wings!

Words for reference: dawn, apple tree, alley.

May is coming

May is coming. He hurries to decorate the forest glades with green grass and flowers. May decorates the trees with young leaves. There comes a cheerful holiday of young foliage. There is a wonderful smell from the bird cherry. It has more white flowers than leaves. Take care of this fragile tree. Do not let evil hands break the beauty. Starlings and finches sing loudly. In the forest, the sound of a woodpecker is heard. The cry of a crane resounds through the swamp. What bird doesn't sing in spring?

Words for reference: young, on her, carried.

earth in bloom

Quiet summer night. Darkness thickened between the trees. Wonderful smells filled the air. Lights flicker in the grass and on the leaves. I admired them and stepped towards a low bush. His hands began to catch mysterious sparks. But here I caught one light. It turned out to be a small bug. Fireflies live in damp forest places. At night they crawl out of their hiding places.

Reference words: bug, fireflies.

In the spruce forest

It was early morning. Quiet in the spruce forest. Dense huge fir trees create coolness. Darkness reigns under the trees. The rays of the sun rarely penetrate the thicket. Butterflies don't flutter. Grasshoppers don't jump. But here a flock of crossbills flew by with noise. They sat on a big tree. Heavy cones hung from the tree. Klest pressed the cone to the branch with his paw. With his beak, he took out winged seeds.

Words for reference: twilight, penetrate, pressed.

In the garden

In late autumn, I planted young apple trees. A friendly spring has come. Water gurgled under the roads. The snow fell quickly. The puddles shone brightly in the sun. I came into the garden and examined my apple trees. The branches and twigs were all intact. The kidneys burst. The scarlet edges of flower leaves appeared. Wonderful songs of birds were heard in the garden. The songs sounded the joy of meeting with warmth and spring. It was easy and calm in my heart.

Words for reference: descended, came, calmly.

snowdrops

Along the edges of the forests, in the forest clearings illuminated by the sun, the first forest flowers bloom. These are snowdrops. They look like the joyful smile of spring. Good at this time in the awakened forest. The forest is filled with cheerful bird voices. The odorous resinous buds swelled and puffed out on the trees. On the tops of tall birches, spring guests whistle loudly. Everyone is happy with the sun, the arrival of spring.

(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

October

The street is dull and chilly. The wind hits the trees with force and rips off the last leaves. The jackdaws scream loudly. Near cold. A ray of sunshine splashed. But this smile of autumn was sad. Here comes the heavy rain. The birch grove choked with rain. A sharp chill rarely peeks into the thicket. We made a fire. The red fire danced merrily.

Words for reference: sad, choking, beam, fire.

Milk mushrooms

Grandfather Ivan Petrovich lived on our street. He loved hunting and fishing. Of the mushrooms, only the white mushroom was recognized. It was autumn. The coolness of the forest kept the night still. Branches of bushes swollen from water. Mist wafted from the river. Grandfather took us to his mushroom places. By noon our baskets were full. The youngest milk mushrooms flaunted in the grandfather's wickerwork.

Words for reference: flaunted.

tits

Tits have appeared at the sawmill. They were clever and brave birds. They were not afraid of the noise and screech of the saw. The tits examined each log. They put their beaks in the cracks and pulled out pests. Birds worked from morning to evening. The frost was getting stronger. They flocked to warm themselves on the warm tire of the tractor.

(According to A. Musatov)

Words for reference: sawmill, examined, pulled out, warmed up.

When are animals treated?

When the animals are sick, they are given medicine. The medicine is put into the jam for the bear. Obyazyana drinks it with sweet tea. The zoo has an animal hospital. Veterinarians treat animals there. And what about the tiger? Here the doctors go to the trick. The animal is placed in a very narrow cage. The cell walls are close. The tiger is pinned against the wall. He submits to man.

(According to M. Ilyin and E. Segal)

Words for reference: zoo, veterinarian, close, submits.

In the woods

I stopped near an aspen. An unusual picture opened up on the largest branch. A marten was chasing a squirrel. Here, grab her. The flexible body of the marten lay on a branch. The tail was extended. The squirrel ran to the edge of the branch. She was ready to jump. How did this fight end? I look at the tree and smile. The blizzard worked well. Wonderful forest animals!

Words for reference: unusual.

Duckling

Winter came. The duckling swam on the lake without rest. A severe frost struck at night. Ice cracked on the lake. The duckling quickly worked with its paws and was exhausted. A man was walking by the lake early in the morning. He took the duckling home. The kids began to play with him. But the duckling ran out the open door. He lay down in the bushes.

(According to G. X. Andersen)

Secret

Young birch trees appeared along the edges of the road. Why did they grow at the same distance from each other? Chance helped unravel the mystery. Once I visited the forest in winter. It was the end of January. The ground was circling. I stood and watched. The snow was covered with dark dots. It was birch seeds lying on the snow. The wind came up. Seeds fell into the pits from the trace of a person.

(According to Yu. Dmitriev)

Meeting

I'm walking through the forest. The snow crunches underfoot. Christmas trees sleep under shaggy hoarfrost. I went out into the field. Huge drifts all around. The frost was getting stronger. Suddenly the snow exploded underfoot. Three grouse flew out. They quickly disappeared into the fluffy trees. Only holes in the snow remained from the birds. That's the meeting!

Words for reference: hoarfrost, went out, exploded.

Rooks

Young rooks have chosen one tree. A rook arrived with worms. When she sat down, the branch sank from the weight. The rook flew away. The branch went up. The rook swayed as if in a cradle. All the spruce from the birds moved its branches, as if alive.

(According to M. Prishvin)

winter bread

The road stretched across the fields. The tractor is running. It leaves even furrows. The earth has just woken up. At the edge of the field, birch trees were white, as if a cloud had descended to the ground. Bare land all around. Only one field was green. They explained to me that this is winter bread. He was chilly under the snow. But here comes the first warmth. The bread came to life and reached for the sun.

(According to E. Shim)

Words for reference: like.

She-wolf

The she-wolf made her way through the snowdrifts to the barn. She began to rake the straw on the roof with her paws. Right in the face she smelled of warm steam and the smell of milk. The wolf jumped into the hole and grabbed something soft and warm. The sheep darted sharply against the wall. The wolf rushed out. She firmly held her prey in her teeth. Her eyes shone brightly in the darkness of the night, like two lights.

(According to A. Chekhov)

Reference words: something.

Forest Lake Mystery

One day I went to a forest lake. It was a warm autumn day. At the shore at the bottom of the lake, I found a storehouse of firewood. They were aspen logs. Each log is bevelled at the ends. But who guessed to hide them under water? I looked around and noticed a beaver. There was an amazing silence on the lake. Now I know whose job it is.

Words for reference: logs, noticed.

Dog Chris

Lost little girl. Grandma is in tears! They called Chris the dog for help. He sniffed at the children's slippers and pulled his grandmother along. Out on the street, Chris quickly picked up the trail. And here is the fugitive. The little girl was standing at the entrance to the park. Chris did a good job. Dogs adopt all habits from humans. An evil person is an evil dog. And the good man is kind.

Words for reference: adopt, habits.

Ant

I sat on the side of the road. A large red ant easily crawled onto my boot. He looked around from a height and descended to the ground. Goosebumps quickly ran across the road. I started following him. Here he stopped near the stump. On one side, the stump was smooth and shiny. On the other side lay gnarled furrows. The ant crawled over them.

Words for reference: to the side of the road, behind him, along them.

Anna has a neat collection of insects. The trolleybus is made of metal. Illumination sparkled with millions of lights. Find the sum of two and five. The team of metallurgists sent a telegram to Moscow. Emma looked at the illustrations in her grammar book. Mom bought a kilogram of apples and three grams of spices.

In the early spring morning, the intelligent correspondent Gennady was sitting on the terrace with young naturalists Inna and Suzanna. Millions of people love tennis and hockey. On Saturday, Alla and Nonna wrote a grammar program. On an autumn day, a group of young naturalists walked along the territory of the alley. The director made a film about a Russian trainer from Odessa.

The Russian classic took a ticket at the box office and arrived on the Rossiya passenger train to the city of Odessa. In the early spring morning, Anna, Emma and Gennady went cross-country with the class. Rimma and Inna made a neat application on Saturday, and then swam in the pool and played tennis. Cyril fell ill with the flu, lost his appetite, and Nonna gave him a compress.

Yesterday our class with Anna Gennadievna went on an excursion to the forest. Beautiful autumn forest. The trees are green, yellow, crimson. We collected beautiful leaves. Today the guys are making a neat collection. Tomorrow we will write a story about autumn based on illustrations without grammatical errors. We love Russian lessons.

Joyful Seryozha whistled to the sad puppy. The weather was inclement late in the evening. A joyful feeling seized the man when he looked at the starry sky. Local old-timers spoke about the dangers of the surrounding forests. The unfortunate wordless serf worked honestly in vain for the imperious and malicious gentleman.

The end of November is the saddest time in the village. Wet wind is blowing in the garden. The road was washed out. The area is shrouded in mist. In inclement weather it is good to stay at home. The fire crackles cheerfully in the stove. Here comes the bright sun. The first winter day came with a slight frost. We went down the stairs to the forest lake.

(According to K. Paustovsky)

There are rainy autumn days. Clouds cover the sun for a long time. Autumn rain pours from early morning until late evening. A fierce wind rips the last leaves from the trees. Gardens, fields and forests became both wet and sad. Animals huddled in warm minks. The buzzing of insects is not heard. Sad time!

Late autumn is so wonderful and beautiful! After a night of rain, the darkness of the night begins to thin with difficulty. The sun will shine brightly in the sky. Giant drops fall from the trees everywhere, as if every tree washes itself.

(According to M. Prishvin)

Furious winds are blowing and sailing boats are being driven. Our area is beautiful. With a joyful feeling in a beautiful childhood, we met cranes in the spring. Schoolchildren filmed giant caterpillars from cabbage leaves. The hunter caught an unfortunate crane with a sore leg in a giant reed. The famous director arrived in beautiful Odessa on a rainy day.

In the summer our family made an interesting trip to Sevastopol. A beautiful city! We saw a lot of wonderful things there. Late in the evening we returned home. Lightning lit up the area. The area suddenly changed dramatically. The thick reeds on the pond looked like big trees. The local pond is overgrown with giant reeds. Terrible lightning lit up the area.

An honest heart beats in my chest. Hello, holiday of the sun and spring! Wonderful kittens at the cabbage beds met a sad mole. Serious guys got good news. Children's voices are everywhere. A famous writer came to school. He will read his interesting stories. Happy schoolchildren gathered for a local holiday.

October was cold and rainy. The boarded roofs were terribly blackened. The lovely grass in the garden has fallen. Over the meadows trudged giant clouds. A sad rain fell. Local shepherds stopped driving their flocks to the surrounding pastures. Until spring, the wonderful shepherd's horn died down.

Grandmother straightens the sheet on the table and throws the grain on the circle of King Solomon covered with numbers. She is illiterate; I find the answer according to the table. The oracle's answer is as follows: "Baba is delirious, but no one believes, shut your mouth without hassle, and do not open your mouth at someone else's loaf." It’s not clear, but if you think about it and figure it out, it’s not good at all. Even more sad is this oracle.
In order to attach Uncle Vasya to some business, his father decided to rent an orchard outside the city for the summer, about three versts from the house, and plant his uncle in it as a guard.
- I'm giving it away, really! - assured the tradesman in the undercoat, the owner of the garden. - Yes, you, Vasil Vasilyich, justify this money with one hay! And the berries? What about apples? Come and see what color this year is power!

The whole family went to watch the apple trees bloom. The garden was located on the slope of the mountain: at the top behind the garden - undergrowth, below - a lake, to the right and left behind the wattle fences - garden plots of other owners. In the middle of the garden stood a hut covered with reeds, and on the mountain - a hut made of brushwood. A canoe was tethered to the lake by the alder-covered shore. A wonderful garden! Magnificent garden!
“You can’t drag fish in the lake!” - praised the owner. - Carp, molting: if you want - fish soup, if you want - fry.
The garden bloomed well, no words. But now there were new worries. And what will the tie be? How about the morning frost? Will the worm attack? Do not count your chickens before they are hatched. It was decided that Uncle Vasya would move to the garden immediately. I wanted to live with him as soon as school was over.
And now we live in the garden, alone, in the wild. Only on Sundays does our whole family come to the garden to "bliss" for the whole day. Occasionally, after work, my father comes running to catch fish with his uncle.
Uncle Vasya is bored in the garden: what an occupation, in fact, for a young man of groom's years to sit as a watchman! This is an old man's business. He wanders around the garden, whistles, languishes, then he sits over the lake, then, you see, he sleeps under a bush, pulling a tattered vatola over his head. I do not get bored: I have my own occupation - I devour the historical novels of Vsevolod Solovyov and Salias in the Niva.
I go to the city to fetch the Niva to the master Drozdov, who sits in an armchair by the window and looks at Kalganovka Street from morning to evening. My arrival for him is a real entertainment: he yawned from boredom in the morning and greedily begins to ask me about various differences: how many apples have been born in the garden? And who are the neighbors, who is on the left, who is on the right, who is their watchman? What kind of fish are caught in the lake? Has Uncle Vasya entered the post? (Uncle's misfortunes are thoroughly known to him.) Looking back at the door, he lowers his voice and asks if women go to Uncle Vasya's hut. It's all about him.
I answer somehow; I can't wait to get to the bookcase full of bound volumes of old illustrated magazines. Finally, I escape from Drozdov with the coveted prey. From greed, I immediately take away two annual volumes of Niva and, drenched in sweat, martyrically drag them three miles across the sun to the garden. But entertainment for me for the whole week. Uncle Vasya is not a hunter before reading, unless he looks at the pictures. He wanders around the garden, shooting with a ramrod gun at a crow; the time will come for lunch or dinner - he makes a fire, cooks gruel in a pot.
Sometimes a deaf old man - a watchman from a neighboring garden - will come to the smoke to the fire and always ask the same thing:
- What time is it, Vasil Mikhalych?
Uncle Vasya will first shout in his ear: “A whole pregnancy” or “A quarter to five minutes”, then he will look at his silver pocket and answer in earnest. The old man gapes his toothless mouth - I understand, they say, a joke - he will be silent, trample, and then add hesitantly:
“But I won’t get hold of your bread?” They were late to bring me a shtoy.
They poured into his hat all the pieces of stale bread lying around with us and invited him to our kettle.
... Warm nights came, we moved to sleep in a hut and woke up in the morning to the hubbub of birds. And in the garden and in the forest behind the garden, there was a quiet solemn life.
Every day brought something new. The lilies of the valley and the lilies have faded, the buttercups, the gravel, the crayfish necks, and the viburnum have blossomed in the meadow by the lake. Buds of yellow wild rose blossomed along the path, golden flowers the size of a palm burned brightly against the dark greenery. Water lilies and water lilies bloomed on the lake. And when the sun rose high and the air began to flow from the heat, the garden froze in silence and stupor, only the bees buzzed in the linden flowers.
One day in July, our supplies ran out, and Uncle Vasya sent me to the city for bread. It was a windy day, the sky was slate-colored. The wind drove columns of dust through the streets. Our house struck me with something disturbingly unusual. Why are the windows closed on such a hot day? Why is the gate and door locked? Why is no one visible?
I knocked and my father opened it. He looked at me frightened, as if he didn't recognize me.
- Where are you going? It is impossible: the doctor did not order! – he said for some reason in a whisper. We have diphtheria in the house.
Two fell ill at once - a sister and a little brother.
- Look at them in the window.
I climbed onto the mound and clung to the glass - Manya was lying in the bed, and a small one was on the chest. I hit the frame. My sister turned her head at the knock, recognized me, and smiled a pathetic, pained smile. Father gave money and ordered to buy bread at the market.
– Yes, do not drag yourself into the city in vain - almost every house has an infection.
I returned to my uncle's garden with an orphan feeling.
And a few days later Aunt Polya came in the evening and, wiping her tears, said that Manya had been buried, and Pasha would be buried tomorrow, but it was still impossible to come home until they disinfected it. She unwrapped the white bundle and placed a plate of kutia, sweet rice porridge with raisins, on the table. - Remember for the rest of the babies Mary and Paul! - And we, having crossed ourselves, began to eat kutya with Uncle Vasya.
After the funeral, my mother stopped going to the garden altogether: she was always drawn to the cemetery, to the fresh graves. Father came occasionally, but was silent, distracted, indifferent to all affairs. And the garden now just demanded the master's attention. The apples have begun to ripen and fall. In the mornings, watchmen from neighboring gardens would come together and tell stories of how they were “climbed” to them, and they shot at the thieves with millet and salt. Apples lay everywhere in heaps, and there was nowhere to put them.
Uncle Vasya decided to show diligence, hired a cart, and one Sunday we went with him to the villages to sell apples. We left when it was already warm. The day is hot, the sky is cloudless, the horse barely trudges. We are driving through the fields, the winter crops are almost ripe, and above the yellow fields in the sultry sky, the falcons tremble. On the horizon, the railroad embankment is a lonely siding without a single tree, telegraph poles stretch along the embankment. It's hot, I'm thirsty. But on the way there is a ravine, overgrown with undergrowth, below - coolness, a spring, lined with a log house, a golbets with an icon. We're going down for a drink.
The nearest village of Studenovka is twelve versts away, but we drive three hours, no less. Now the horse will become, then Uncle Vasya is fiddling, adjusting the harness and, out of inexperience, does it for a long time.
The village of Studenovka is sleepy, as if extinct.
- Hey, apples, who needs apples! - Uncle Vasya starts cheerfully.
Mongrel from all over the village come running to bark at us. White-headed and naked-bellied children come up. Barter trade: a pound of apples for a chicken egg. We have plate scales. Baba asks:
- Do you take cats?
What a shame: they take us for "tarkhans" who collect rags, bones, cat skins from the villages. Our business is going badly. Until the feast of the Transfiguration - "Apple Savior" - adults in the villages do not eat apples: it is considered a sin. All of our customers are unintelligent brats. Uncle Vasya is already weightlessly pouring apples into caps and skirts, but even with such trade, a good half of the cart remains unsold.
After Studenovka, we did not want to go anywhere else, and we turned back home.
- Do not try to tell anyone, - says my dear uncle, - that they took us for "Tarkhans" - you will not be shamed!
Father was already weary of the garden and did not look forward to how to get rid of it. Because of the oversight, everything went worse than ever. The hay rotted in the stacks, stacked dry. The haystacks were scattered, inside there were black moldy lumps, from which the cow turned her face. Annoyed, my father sold the entire crop of apples in bulk at half price, and my uncle and I returned to the city.
And in the fall, all relatives accompanied Uncle Vasya to the station. He wrote to his countryman, who had left earlier, and was now going to Baku to seek his fortune. Grandmother, solemn and sad, in a festive dress and a black shawl with flowers, was sitting at the station, holding a bundle of donuts for the road. She started and was frightened when the bell at the station rang. Everyone jumped up and fussed.
“Sit quietly,” said the station gendarme, “the train has just left, another thirty-three minutes of waiting.
They sat down again and waited. The train came up.
“Parking for eight minutes,” announced the chief conductor in a uniform with crimson edging, with a whistle on a motley cord.
Passengers from the cars ran: some to the buffet, others for boiling water on the platform. Uncle Vasya and his father went through the carriages to look for places. Suddenly two bells rang. Everyone rushed to the wagons. One woman ran away with an empty teapot: apparently, she did not have time to pour boiling water. The chief conductor whistled, the locomotive hummed, the train started. Uncle Vasya was waving his cap at us through the open window.

Now grandmother lives in constant anxiety and is waiting for letters. Uncle Vasya rarely sends letters, writes in them sparingly, abruptly, mysteriously, jokes sadly. “Alive, healthy, I go without boots, which I wish you too.” Or: "My affairs are neither shaky, nor roll, nor on the side." Or else: "I live well in anticipation of the best."
Grandma will cry quietly and take out her "Divination Circle of King Solomon" from the chest. Throws a grain on the circle:
“Babe, look what happened.
I read:
“If you want to know about an important matter, then it’s better to tell fortunes next week.”
Grandmother throws a grain again, and again I look for the right number. Oh, it seems like some kind of nastiness: “Do not believe in deceptions, they threaten you with troubles, a snake crawls between flowers!”
I do not have the heart to upset my grandmother with such an ominous prediction, and I read to her another, the line above:
“You will receive great happiness and chests of wealth, and gold will flow to you like a river.”

River, trees, grass

We lived near the river, and every spring the flood water came up to our very house, and sometimes even into the yard. The ice drift could be seen directly from the windows, but who is sitting at home when there is such a holiday on the river? The whole coast was black with people. With hissing and crackling, the ice rushed past in a continuous dirty white stream, and if you look at it without looking away, it begins to seem that the shore has moved from its place and, together with people, is rapidly rushing past the stopped river.
The high water ended, and the river receded, leaving large ice floes on the edge of the flood, which then melted for a long time and slowly, crumbled, fell apart in a heap of blue glass beads and, finally, disappeared, leaving puddles.
The whole shore, dirty, disheveled after the flood, was covered with a thick layer of silt, on the bare willow bushes hung tufts of old straw and all sorts of rubbish brought by the flood.

The sun warmed up, and the shore began to change its skin: the silt became covered with cracks, burst into pieces, dried up, and pure white sand opened under it. Young leaves of burdock crawled out of the sand, green and shiny from above, gray and fumes-like from the underside. This is not a mother-and-stepmother, known in the suburbs; the burdocks of my childhood I saw here only near Kashira, on the sands of the Oka, and with what spiritual trepidation I inhaled their bitter, the only smell in the world.
The coast came to life. The bare willow twigs were covered with greenery. At the water's edge, goose grass hurried to spread its red threads in all directions and quickly cover the sand with a carpet of carved leaves and yellow flowers.
Large old, hollow willows grew along the river. They bloomed, covered with tiny yellow fluffy lambs. A sweet aroma hung over the willows then, the bees buzzed on their branches all day long. These yellow lambs were the first treat that spring brought us: they tasted sweet and you could suck them. Then the color fell off in the form of small brown worms, and the willows were dressed in leaves. Some became green, others - silver-gray.
There is nothing more beautiful than old willows. And now the eye rejoices and the heart trembles when somewhere by the river I see their majestic rounding clumps, but they all seem to yield to the magnificence of the willows of my childhood.
The shore was lushly overgrown with thick jungles of tall, nameless grass with brittle stems, cabbage-colored leaves, and a sparse smell; lovely bushes of the "God's tree" with lacy, like dill, leaves and wormwood spirit; creeping bindweed with pale pink bells smelling of vanilla. Puddles near the river were inhabited by all living creatures: tadpoles, snails, water beetles.

Along the garden wattle fences, on which red boogers with two black dots-eyes on their backs poured out in herds, juicy green mallow, deaf nettle, henbane, which we were afraid to touch, grass with an indecent name and sweet black berries, quinoa and burdock grew. On the street in front of the house, a thick carpet grew - fortunately, no one drove past - grass-ant.
On the feast of mid-afternoon, a prayer service with water blessing was served on the river, and the adult inhabitants of both banks, both the "petty-bourgeois" and the "arable", began to bathe.
But we boys didn't wait for mid-afternoon and swam according to our own calendar as soon as the water became warm. We splashed on the river from morning to evening, rolled on the sand, climbed into the water and again onto the hot sand. The skin on the noses of the guys was peeling, and in the evening we came home with blue lips, trembling with chills - we were shopping!
Oh summer! O sun! O golden afternoon after a hot day! Like sun dust, midges huddle like bright dots in the shade of willows. The sand heated during the day caresses the feet. We pluck large burdock leaves and make green caps out of them. Burdock cotton wool and the bitter smell of burdock juice remain on the fingers. The river under the declining sun sparkles and sparkles so that it hurts the eyes. The opposite shore is in the cool shade from the willow bushes, cranked stalks of water pepper with pink hanging catkins sway in the jets of the current, small places near the shore are covered with a green film of duckweed.

Growing up, every year we discovered new, previously unknown possessions on the river. Above the dam, the river was very wide. Crossing the river behind the mill was an achievement that marked an important milestone in childhood. On the boat we climbed higher and higher up the river, further and further from the city. We were looking for remote places where we could feel like Robinsons. If you go to such a place early in the morning, you will not see a single living person until nightfall.
The day by the river stretches long, magnificent, shining. Silence. Occasionally a big fish splashes in the pool. Flocks of small fish walk near the shore, water striders glide through the water like speed skaters, rockers rush over the water and, gracefully fluttering their wings, freeze on blades of grass.
A large age-old forest descends to the cliff itself. When tall black-trunk lindens bloom in it, the air is filled with a thick honey aroma and the buzz of bees.
And the knotted hollow willows on the sandy slope under the sun are silver-blue. They are very old, and from a long life lived in the open, each of them has its own conspicuous, uniquely touching appearance.
Evening comes. In the pink air, swifts begin to rush with a piercing metallic whistle. We get on the boat and slowly go home.
At a late hour on the river on a moonlit night - magical. The silence is such that if you throw the oars, you can hear the blood pounding in your ears. Sometimes the barking of dogs can be heard across the water from a distant village. Stripes of fog push the boundaries of the coast, everything seems unusual, fabulous. The mist under the moon is pink.

Springs

What-what, let alone good spring water, our city is rich. Old-timers used to brag: our city, they say, and cholera bypassed. But in the past years, this terrible guest appeared in the Volga region often. And why? All thanks to water! Clear spring water flows right from the springs through pine pumps, and on every street there is an indoor wooden pool with a tap. Cleanliness and tidiness!
And in the vicinity of the city, wherever you go, there are springs everywhere. Along the river, from the steep bank, they hit right in a row; If you walk past, you will certainly come up for a drink. They flow in a rusty-red bed; maybe some healing ones, we wondered, it happened.
Near a large "boiling" spring, fruit orchards are laid out on a hillock, and water is supplied through the gutters at the right time for watering apple trees - there is enough for everyone.
This seething spring springs on the mountainside in a grove called "Kopylovka". The water in it is in constant agitation, like boiling water in a kettle. Breaking out of the ground, it stirs small pebbles and sand, washed to a sugary whiteness, and with a strong, twisted crystal jet, noisily runs down into the gardens.
It is gratifying on a hot summer day to fall with your lips to this lively cool stream, and after drinking, sit in the shade under a walnut bush, listen to the sound of the stream and watch how it runs, now sparkling under the sun, now hiding in the dense green thickets of angelica, which has grown wildly along its course. .
As a child, I tried to draw a seething spring with a pencil. But how pitiful, how distressing were the results. Yes, even paints will not help here - where can you convey this charm, this brilliance and joy of running water!
Catch a sunbeam!
The seething spring remained in my memory as one of the dearest impressions of my childhood, and how happy it was for me to find one day the same spring miracle near Moscow.
We were looking for a cottage.
“Why don't you see Dubechnya? - advised our compatriot Alina. “I lived there last year – it’s far away, but it’s such a blessing!”
We went.
It was spring, the month of May, the nightingale time, and the weather happened wonderful - a long windy day, fragrant, warm. And when we were already returning at twilight, the moon rose, along the highway the cherry blossoms bloomed white in the moonlight, and the bird cherry spirit accompanied us all the way.
We arrived in Dubechnya at five o'clock. It was not possible to drive along the country road to the village itself, so we went on foot. We crossed the bridge over a small river and climbed up the mountain. The sound of the water startled us. From the mountain ran, rattling and sparkling, a strong, fast stream. In total, there were three or four springs here, they flowed, merging into one common channel. On the half-mountain, in the path of the stream, stood a mill with a large wooden pouring wheel. "She's already collapsed..."
The village was located around the springs in a ring. There was something ancient, Slavic, pagan in this, as in the paintings of Roerich. And the most amazing thing: the incessant, violent, cheerful sound of water, similar to the sound of the surf. What a cheerful accompaniment for life all around - in the morning, and in the evening, and in the afternoon, and at night, and in winter, and in summer!
We were told that thirteen springs flow along the river bank under the mountain, and the river is called Smorodinka or Samorodinka, either from the currant bushes that grow along the banks, or because it “will be born” from these springs.

At the market

Market day is Friday. On this day, the streets of the city are full of men in white felt boots and naked sheepskin coats. They crowd around the treasury, pour vodka straight from the neck into their bearded mouths and, champing, have a bite of city rolls. Drunk, they begin to stray through the city streets and seek help from the people they meet: “Do me a favor, kid, tell me how to get to the market?” You answer with hasty readiness and therefore a little squeaky: "Go all straight, and after the St. Joseph Women's School, turn right to the cathedral, and behind the cathedral there will be a bazaar." He will leave, and you will realize it - come on, he is illiterate and will not be able to read the sign of the school of St. Joseph. And you will run after him, and you will run to the market.
Outside, frost, frosty, low winter sun, pink smoke from the chimneys. On the market square, sledges with raised shafts stand in a row. Hairy horses covered with sackcloth, white with hoarfrost, chew hay. It smells of wood chips, leather, roach, hot rolls, frost. On the snow - pots, pots, jugs, bowls, sours, tubs, troughs, shovels, brooms, axles, wheels, shafts. On his locker, the famous baker Andrey does not have time to release the bundles of his famous bagels. On the butcher's counter is the usual, but every time shuddering picture of hell: veal and mutton heads with bitten tongues and glazed eyes, and all sorts of nasty things that are sickening to look at.
And here is a motley chest with books and popular prints. Here I stick for a long time. I have a copper in my pocket, which I am free to spend on whatever I want. A picture exhibition hung on strings is always crowded with people. Pictures for all tastes; here are soul-saving ones: “Steps of human life”, “Image of the holy Mount Athos”; there are hunting plots: "Hunting for a tiger", "Hunting for a bear", "Hunting for wild boars"; there is for a gentle girlish taste: the fashionable song “A wonderful month floats over the river”, a beauty with a dove, smart children on a donkey with rhymes:

Small children
They decided to ride
And the three of us decided
Climb on the donkey.
Vanya was sitting rules,
Petya played the horn.
Donkey delivered them
Soon to the meadow.

Causes warm sympathy "Father Boer and his ten sons, armed to defend their homeland against the British." The heroes are colorfully dressed in multi-colored jackets and trousers - red, blue, yellow; each has a gun and a belt with cartridges over his shoulder. The president of the Transvaal Republic, Kruger, with a gray beard collar, and General Cronje, "heroically defended for 11 days with 3,000 Boers against 40,000 British," are also depicted.
But most of all, the picture “Wolves in Winter”, which depicts the attack of a pack of wolves on passing people, shocks with its drama. The nameless poet describes the horrors of this event in epically solemn verses. He begins with a peaceful picture of winter nature and ends with mournful stanzas, like a memorial service:

And if the travelers happen
Find yourself among the hungry flock
On a horse or in a wagon without protection,
Their traces will be covered
Under deep snow
And doomed to eternal rest.

After reading all the captions under the pictures, I turn to the consideration of the books: “The Life of Eustathius Plakida”, “How a Soldier Saved the Life of Peter the Great”, “Two Sorcerers and a Witch Beyond the Dnieper”, “Razuvaev’s Muzhiks at the Moscow Kuma”, songs, dream books, fortune-telling sheets with circles of King Solomon. There are also those that I have already read: “Jokes about the jester Balakirev”, “Guak, or Irresistible fidelity”.
After long hesitation, I finally make a choice: I pay two kopecks and take with me “Trifon Korobeinikov’s Journey to Holy Places”, in which the tempting titles of the chapters - “On the Navel of the Earth”, “On the Bird Strofokamil” - promise the reader blissful minutes of outlandish revelations.

I started going to school and they bought me rubber galoshes. Well, I suffered with them torment! We had new galoshes then. Their style was not the present, but high, above the ankle. And at school, real guys wore boots, pants in a gas station, and they didn’t wear galoshes - galoshes were a sign of nobility, effeminacy. Boys in galoshes were greeted with ridicule, a boom, a song:

Hey, driver, give me a horse!
Don't you see: I'm in galoshes? -

They say that such a dandy should not go on foot, but he must ride a cab.
To avoid shame, before reaching the school, I took off the damned galoshes and hid them in my bag, and in the hallway furtively put them behind the chest.
After the lessons, I had to wait out everyone and be the last to leave in order to get galoshes from the cache, put them in a bag, and just before the house put them on my feet and come home in galoshes.
“Where did you nail them like that from the inside?” mother wondered.
This went on for the three years I was in elementary school. However, our winter is frosty, in winter everyone wears felt boots. In the "city" school, my galoshes came out of the underground and began to live a normal life. Here galoshes-carriers were in the majority. I remember how two students argued at the hanger because of the galoshes: whose - whose? The case ended in a fight. The inspector had to intervene in the dispute. I remember how one of the contenders stubbornly assured: “You can’t leave the place, these are my galoshes!”
This strange "mine" remained in my memory. In our places, sometimes they say “mine” instead of “mine”: “Mine is work, yours is money.”

Faith of the fathers

One day my father received a letter with a foreign stamp from Turkey. The letter was:

God-loving benefactor
Vasily Vasilyevich!
Peace be upon you and salvation from Our Lord Jesus Christ! We have the honor to congratulate Your Godliness on a soul-saving fast and on the upcoming great Feast of the Nativity of Christ and the New Year! May the Lord protect your precious life with peace and bless you with bodily health and an abundance of all earthly blessings, as well as with his other heavenly gifts for spiritual salvation.

The letter was from Athos, from an Orthodox monastery, signed by the abbot himself, with a seal on which the all-seeing eye was depicted. At the end of the letter, the hope was expressed that “Your love of God will not leave our thinness and need without memories, for which the Merciful Lord will reward you with his mercy, who promised the reward to the one who gives you a cup of cold water.” Further, the address was reported and an explanation of how to send money and parcels (“for example: flour, cereals and other heavy boxes and bales”).
Just think about it! Somewhere across the sea, in distant Turkey, they found out about the God-loving tailor Vasily Vasilyevich, and now they bothered to write a letter and sent a picture with the image of the holy Mount Athos. This is about her:

Mount Athos, holy mountain,
I don't know your beauty
And your earthly paradise
And beneath you the roaring waters!

And where did they manage to find our address?
The father became deeply moved and sent three rubles to the monks in a money letter. Letters from Athos came more than once, but it turned out that many residents of the city received them. It turned out that the same people who received the newspaper received these letters. It seems that the monks found out the addresses through the newspaper and sent letters indiscriminately, and not only to the most pious.
My father always got up before everyone else in the house. After washing, he stood as a pillar in front of the icons, whispered prayers, and made obeisances. Then the mother and grandmother prayed at the icons. They made sure that the children did not forget to pray. If someone was in a hurry and too quickly managed with religious duties, he was told: “What is this, he nodded to one, blinked to another, and the third guessed it himself? Go grind!"
Fasting in the family was strictly observed. “To be offended”, that is, to eat something meat or dairy on a fast day, was considered a great sin. In addition to the constant fasting days - Wednesdays and Fridays, there were many days of fasting before the big holidays: before Christmas, Dormition, Peter's Day, and the longest, seven-week great fast - before the Easter holiday.
The days of early spring, Lenten chimes, the prayer of Ephraim the Syrian, transcribed by Pushkin into verse, the blossoming willow, standing with candles at the night service of the “twelve gospels”, streams in the streets and midnight matins on Easter…
The black, warm night, the hum of bells, the bell tower in multi-colored lanterns, inside the church thousands of lights in candlesticks and chandeliers, lit by the priest immediately with the help of a “powder thread”, cheerful dance tunes of Easter services - all this had its own poetry, the poetry of spring and gospel images she touched the soul.
In the summer, the miraculous icon of the Kazan Mother of God was brought from the Nizhne-Lomovsky Monastery. Met her outside the city in the field. Hot day. Crowds of people are moving between fields and meadows, banners are swaying in the air on high staffs, clergy in brocade festive robes, in carriages - local authorities and ladies under lace umbrellas.
At the meeting - a prayer service with an akathist in the open air. Miraculous in a rich gold setting, eminent bearded men from the local merchant class carry it on white towels. Some lucky ones succeed on the go, bending over in three deaths, dive under the icon - to be vouchsafed grace.
“The zealous intercessor, mother of the Lord above ... Not other imams of help, not other imams of hope, unless you, mistress ...” - the choir sings. The crowd is on their knees, the women are crying: “You intercede for us, we hope for you and we boast of you ...”
Then, for a whole month, the monks walked around the city from house to house with the miraculous, served prayers, sprinkled the walls with holy water and collected tribute in a monastery mug.
I still remember: vigil in the summer - columns of incense smoke are illuminated by the oblique rays of the sun, yellow, blue, green from the colored glass in the windows of the temple, the choir sings “Quiet Light”, all doors are wide open, the jubilant screech of killer whales bursts in from outside.

I sang in the church choir with a treble, I memorized many prayers and psalms through this, and therefore now I understand the Church Slavonic press. Of the Holy Scriptures, the “Revelation of John the Theologian” made the greatest impression - it was terrible (more terrible than “Viy”!) To read these gloomy fantasies about the end of the world.
Then came the critical time of the first doubts about the existence of God, and then the collapse of the faith of the fathers and the atheism hidden from relatives, which we, young atheists, carried with pride, as a sign of initiation into the secret order of freethinkers.
But in a real school, even in the senior classes, we were still driven, lined up in pairs, to church for mass, forced to fast, confess and take communion under the supervision of guards, and they also demanded that the priest submit a certificate of confession and communion. This religion could not bring us back “to the bosom of the church” from under the stick; rather, on the contrary, it hardened us and pushed us to protest.
We were in the last class of a real school when, during the Lenten fast, my friends Lenya N. and Vanya Sh. revealed to me that they had conspired to spit out the sacrament (“the body and blood of Christ”), and they did it. I inwardly grew cold, imagining the danger of their act: for this they were threatened not only with expulsion from the school, but with a church trial and imprisonment in a monastery for blasphemy. At the same time, I envied them, their heroism: “Why didn’t you tell me before? And I could…" - "Well, you're in the choir, in front of everyone, it would be difficult for you."

We lived near the river, and every spring the flood water came up to our very house, and sometimes even into the yard. The ice drift could be seen directly from the windows, but who is sitting at home when there is such a holiday on the river? The whole coast was black with people. With hissing and crackling, the ice rushed past in a continuous dirty white stream, and if you look at it without looking away, it begins to seem that the shore has moved from its place and, together with people, is rapidly rushing past the stopped river.

The high water ended, and the river receded, leaving large ice floes on the edge of the flood, which then melted for a long time and slowly, crumbled, fell apart in a heap of blue glass beads and, finally, disappeared, leaving puddles.

The whole shore, dirty, disheveled after the flood, was covered with a thick layer of silt, on the bare willow bushes hung tufts of old straw and all sorts of rubbish brought by the flood.

The sun warmed up, and the shore began to change its skin: the silt became covered with cracks, burst into pieces, dried up, and pure white sand opened under it. Young leaves of burdock crawled out of the sand, green and shiny from above, gray and fumes-like from the underside. This is not a mother-and-stepmother, known in the suburbs; the burdocks of my childhood I saw here only near Kashira, on the sands of the Oka, and with what spiritual trepidation I inhaled their bitter, the only smell in the world.

The coast came to life. The bare willow twigs were covered with greenery. At the water's edge, goose grass hurried to spread its red threads in all directions and quickly cover the sand with a carpet of carved leaves and yellow flowers.

Large old, hollow willows grew along the river. They bloomed, covered with tiny yellow fluffy lambs. A sweet aroma hung over the willows then, the bees buzzed on their branches all day long. These yellow lambs were the first treat that spring brought us: they tasted sweet and you could suck them. Then the color fell off in the form of small brown worms, and the willows were dressed in leaves. Some became green, others - silver-gray.

There is nothing more beautiful than old willows. And now the eye rejoices and the heart trembles when somewhere by the river I see their majestic rounding clumps, but they all seem to yield to the magnificence of the willows of my childhood.

The shore was lushly overgrown with thick jungles of tall, nameless grass with brittle stems, cabbage-colored leaves, and a sparse smell; lovely bushes of the "God's tree" with lacy, like dill, leaves and wormwood spirit; creeping bindweed with pale pink bells smelling of vanilla. Puddles near the river were inhabited by all living creatures: tadpoles, snails, water beetles.

Along the garden wattle fences, on which red boogers with two black dots-eyes on their backs poured out in herds, juicy green mallow, deaf nettle, henbane, which we were afraid to touch, grass with an indecent name and sweet black berries, quinoa and burdock grew. On the street in front of the house, a thick carpet grew - fortunately, no one drove past - grass-ant.

Nice summer foggy days. On days like this you can't shoot. The bird, flying out from under your feet, immediately disappears into the whitish haze of the motionless fog. The surroundings are unspeakably quiet. Everything has woken up and, despite this, everything is silent. The tree doesn't move. Through thin steam, poured in the air, a long strip blackens before you. The forest gradually turns into a high pile of sagebrush. Fog everywhere. Silence for some time. But then the wind stirs slightly, and a patch of pale blue sky vaguely emerges through the thinning steam. A golden-yellow ray suddenly rushes in, streams in a long stream, and again everything is clouded. This struggle continues for a long time, but how splendid and clear is the day when the light will triumph. The last waves of warm mist spread out like tablecloths, wriggle and disappear into the blue radiant heights.

(According to I. Turgenev(132 words)

The task

1. Do a syntactic analysis of the second sentence.
2. Underline derivative prepositions.

dictations 1
Dictation 1. Repetition of what was studied in grades 5-8
Down the river

At the beginning of the summer holidays, my friend and I decided to make a small trip along the river in a rubber boat. Without saying anything to anyone, we quickly got ready to go and by nightfall we were on the banks of the river. The silence of the night, interrupted by some sharp bird's cry, the damp penetrating air, all this had a bad effect on us.

For several minutes we hesitated, but then we resolutely got into the boat, pushed ourselves away from the shore, and the boat went with the current. At first it was terrifying to ride an unfamiliar river, but gradually we got used to it and already boldly looked ahead.

Early in the morning we hoped to be in an unfamiliar village. We floated slowly along the river, almost without working with oars. The moon appeared from behind the clouds, illuminating all the surroundings with its mysterious brilliance. Somewhere a nightingale clicked, followed by another. It seemed that all the air was permeated with enchanting sounds. We admired the nightingale singing and the beauty of the night and completely forgot about the boat. Suddenly, she, having bumped into something, capsized, and we found ourselves waist-deep in water. Having collected our belongings that floated along the river, we climbed ashore, pulled out the ill-fated boat, lit a fire and warmed ourselves until morning, dried ourselves and discussed the night adventure.

(174 words)
grammar task(by options)

1. Phonetic analysis:

1) bird; 2) discussed.

2. Word-formation analysis and analysis of the word by composition:

1) interrupted; 2) bumped into.

3. Morphological analysis:

1) during; 2) no one.

4. Syntactic analysis of sentences (1st paragraph):

1) At the beginning of the summer holidays, my friend and I decided to make a short trip along the river in a rubber boat.

2) The silence of the night, interrupted by some sharp bird cry, damp penetrating air - all this had a bad effect on us.

5. Define the type of offers:

1) find a one-part sentence ( At first it was terrifying to ride an unfamiliar river... - impersonal);

2) find an incomplete sentence ( Somewhere a nightingale chirpedbehind him another .)

Dictation 2
piece of iron

On a cloudless night, the moon floats over Pure Dor, reflected in the puddles, silvering the roofs covered with wood chips. Quiet in the village.

At dawn, from the shore of Yalma, muffled blows are heard, as if someone is beating a bell overgrown with moss. Behind the willows, a forge darkens on the shore - a plank shed, ancient, sooty, sheathed in the corners with rusty sheets of tin. This is where the beats are heard.

I go fishing early. It's still dark, dark, and this barn looks strange in a cloudy alder forest.

Suddenly the door opens, and there is a fire, but not bright, like a fire, but muffled. This is the color of viburnum when frost hits it. The fiery door seems to be a cave, which leads, perhaps, into the interior of the earth.

A small man jumps out of it. In the hands are long pincers, and a red-hot dragon bone is clamped in them. He thrusts it into the water - a hiss is heard worse than a cat's or a viper's. A cloud of steam rises from the water.

Hello, Voloshin, - I say.

At noon, on my way back, I pass by again. Around the forge is now full of people: who came for the nails, who to shoe the horse.

The horn burns inside. Shurka Kletkin, the hammer fighter, inflates the furs - exhales air into the forge, onto the coals. In the inferno lies an iron bar. She was so hot that you can't tell her from the fire.

With long tongs, Voloshin snatches it out, puts it on the anvil. Shurka hits it with a hammer, and the blank flattens, and Voloshin only turns it under the blows. Shurka Kletkin is a strong fellow; his shoulders are as heavy as weights. He is a strong man, and Voloshin is a master.

(233 words) ( Y. Koval)
Grammar task:

1) make a morphological analysis of words overgrown, smoky;

Dictation 3
Oak

It was already the beginning of June, when Prince Andrei, returning home, rode again to that birch grove in which this old, gnarled oak struck him so strangely and memorable. The bells rang even more muffled in the forest than a month and a half ago; everything was full, shady and dense, and the young spruces, scattered through the forest, did not disturb the general beauty and, imitating the general character, tenderly turned green with fluffy young shoots ...

“Yes, here, in this forest, there was this oak, with which we agreed,” thought Prince Andrei. "Yes, where is he?" - thought Prince Andrei again, looking at the left side of the road, and, without knowing it, without recognizing him, admired the oak he was looking for. The old oak tree, all transformed, spread out like a tent of juicy, dark greenery, was thrilled, slightly swaying in the rays of the evening sun. No clumsy fingers, no sores, no old distrust and grief - nothing was visible. Juicy young leaves broke through the tough, hundred-year-old bark without knots, it was impossible to believe that this old man had produced them. “Yes, this is the same oak tree,” thought Prince Andrei, and a causeless, spring feeling of joy and renewal suddenly came over him.

(165 words) ( L. N. Tolstoy)

Grammar task:

1) make word-formation analysis and analysis of the composition of words scattered, causeless;

Dictation 4
native nature singer

If nature could feel gratitude to a person for penetrating into her life and sang it, then first of all this gratitude would fall to the lot of Mikhail Prishvin.

It is not known what Prishvin would have done in his life if he had remained an agronomist (this was his first profession). In any case, he would hardly have opened Russian nature to millions of people as a world of the finest and brightest poetry. He simply didn't have time for that.

If you carefully read everything written by Prishvin, then the conviction remains: he did not have time to tell us even a hundredth of what he perfectly saw and knew.

It is difficult to write about Prishvin. What he said must be written out in treasured notebooks, re-read, discovering more and more new values ​​in each line, leaving in his books, as we go along hardly cherished paths into a dense forest with his conversation of keys and the fragrance of herbs, plunging into various thoughts and states inherent in this a man of pure mind and heart.

Prishvin's books are "the endless joy of constant discoveries." Several times I heard from people who had just put down the Prishvin book they had read, the same words: "This is real witchcraft."

(183 words) ( K. G. Paustovsky)
Grammar task:

1) make a syntactic analysis of the first two sentences;

2) make schemes of complex sentences, determine the type of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.

Dictation 5
Starlings

Everyone knows him. And everyone from childhood, when in April a tireless and cheerful singer in black clothes appears near the birdhouse. They say that swallows make spring. No, swallows “make summer”, and rooks, starlings, larks, lapwings, finches, wagtails bring spring on wings to our region. The starlings of them are the most conspicuous. Appearing, they shake sparrows out of birdhouses and celebrate housewarming with songs. “There is no bird more lively, more cheerful, more cheerful than a starling,” Brem wrote. Where does the starling, becoming our neighbor from early spring to late autumn, come from?

Four years ago, traveling in South Africa, at Cape Agulhas, we saw our friends and were amazed: they fly so far! I wrote about it. And I was wrong. Farther than the northern edge of the African continent, where starlings gather for the winter in millions of flocks, they do not fly. European settlers brought their favorite bird to the lower part of the mainland, and it perfectly took root here next to antelopes, ostriches and numerous weavers. Because of love for them, starlings were also brought to America, Australia, and New Zealand. Starlings fly to us, of course, not from these countries. Ours winter in Western and Southern Europe. Not so far. And yet, how not to be surprised at the ability of starlings to find, say, the Moscow region, some village in it and a dear birdhouse. "Hello, I've arrived!" - the starlings declare themselves with an unpretentious cheerful song.

(205 words) ( V. M. Peskov)

Grammar task:

1) emphasize fragments with parceling (unusual division of sentences);

2) make schemes of complex sentences, determine the type of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.

Dictation 6
Amazing Crossroads

From Zamoskvorechye I needed to go to the center. So I decided: which bridge to go on - along Kamenny or Moskvoretsky?

Both options were equally acceptable, since I was standing on the corner of Lavrushinsky Lane. It comes out on Kadashevskaya embankment approximately in its middle, and from this place the distance is one - either towards the Stone Bridge, or towards Moskvoretsky.

The question boiled down to which bridge would be more interesting to cross. I thought that if I go along Moskvoretsky, the Kremlin will, as it were, float out on me ... Yes, it looks like a giant white swan floats out on you, whose neck is the bell tower of Ivan the Great, and the back is cathedrals with golden feathers of domes . I was about to choose the Moskvoretsky bridge, when suddenly it seemed extremely tempting to see this swan swimming away from the mysterious twilight of the garden, the picture that opens before us when we walk along the Stone Bridge.

(145 words) ( Y. Olesha)
Grammar task:

1) make a phonetic analysis of words: giant, feathered;

2) make schemes of complex sentences, determine the type of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.

Appendix 4
Texts for presentations
Text 1

Complete silence reigns in a deaf underground cave: no breeze, no rustle ... Only one sound breaks the ominous silence: one after another, water drops fall and scatter when they hit a stone. For many decades, they have been counting the time monotonously and tirelessly in this abandoned corner of the earth. And the voluntary captive of the cave, the speleologist, learned to count the days of his stay under the ground drop by drop.

But water has long helped people tell time. Almost simultaneously with the sun clock, water clocks, clepsydras, as the ancient Greeks called them, also appeared. This clock was a large vessel from which water slowly flows out. Its level decreases from one label to another. So you can read how much time has passed.

The Greek mechanic Ktesibius made a very accurate water clock that could decorate any apartment today. They work like this: water flowing into a beautiful vase raises the float, and the winged boy, connected to the float, shows the time with an elegant pointer. The water rises as the pointer slides down a long string of numbers. The second winged boy wipes away his tears. He is very sad - because time is running out forever.

Water clocks are no longer to be found anywhere. They are veterans of the measurement of time. They are over two thousand years old.

In the Middle Ages, the monks determined the time by the number of prayers read. This method, of course, was far from accurate. Then in monasteries, and just in everyday life, they began to use fiery clocks to count time. They took a candle and put divisions on it, each of which corresponded to a certain period of time.

China had its own interesting designs long before European clocks. Dough prepared from powdered wood, flavored with incense, was rolled into sticks and given them a wide variety of shapes. For example, spirals. Some fiery clocks reached several meters in length and burned for months. Sometimes metal balls were hung from the sticks. As soon as the candle burned out, the ball fell with a clang into the porcelain vase. Why not a fiery alarm clock!

Over the centuries people have perfected ways of measuring time. These days, the most accurate clocks are atomic clocks. They are used as a standard.

(309 words)
Tasks

Answer the question: "What type of speech does the text belong to?" Prove your opinion.

Tell me about other ways of measuring time that you know.

Text 2

Even a well-educated zoologist will find it difficult to give an exhaustive answer, who is stronger: a lion or a tiger, because in the savannah, where the lion reigns, there are no tigers, and in the jungle, where the tiger rules, there are no lions.

There is no tiger in Africa, Australia, America and Europe. His residence is Southeast Asia and our Far Eastern taiga. Tigers differ in size, color, and "warmth" of the fur coat. For example, the South Chinese and Bengal species do not need thick wool at all: they will languish in it from the heat. But our handsome man - the Ussuri tiger - needs it to withstand frost.

The lion does not live in America, Australia and Europe. Africa is his home. But even there now lions are not found everywhere. North of the Sahara, the king of the desert was destroyed by his only enemy - man. In Asia, the lion is also exterminated. Only in India a small number of Asiatic lions have survived.

The habits of a lion and a tiger differ sharply from each other. They are related only by the fact that they are the largest representatives of the cat family of our planet. They have much more differences. The lion has a round pupil, while the tiger has a longitudinal one. The lion lives on the ground, and the tiger, in addition, climbs trees. The lion is a herd animal, and the tiger always roams alone. Lions get along well with other animals. They are tamed faster and better, much more obedient than a tiger. The tiger does not tolerate strangers.

And yet, who is stronger - a tiger or a lion? Physically, the lion is stronger, but the tiger is more agile. If the animals are caught in captivity, then the king of animals wins. He is helped by a mane that prevents the tiger from grabbing him by the neck. Only one species of tiger is stronger than a lion and that is our Ussuri tiger. Only the white polar bear is stronger than this master of the taiga.

(259 words)
Tasks

I. Title the text and retell it in detail.

Answer the question: “On what basis is this text built? Prove your opinion.

II. Title the text and retell it concisely.

Do you like books about animals? Which one would you recommend reading? Tell about her.

Text3

The edge of Russia - Vladivostok. The city scattered over the hills...

There are no straight streets here - they are crumpled by ravines in all conceivable and inconceivable directions: up and down, and at random, and at random. The prospect here is a purely conditional concept, it clearly has more of what is desired than what actually exists.

Of course, the relief complicates life. But then, no matter how you disfigure the city with standard boxes, uniformity does not work. The rebellious faults of the city outline explode the dull one-dimensionality of the new quarters. The hills and the sea, surrounding the city from all sides, resist the facelessness of modern architecture and defeat it.

Old cities are not the same. They, unlike the current twins in the south, in the north, in the steppe, in the mountains, have their own face, their own temper. This is probably why you can't confuse native Petersburgers with Muscovites, Odessans with Nizhny Novgorod, Tula with "Pskop", Pomors with Chaldons and all together - with the Far East, whose spirit is the old-timers of Vladivostok.

Ask an old-timer where the city begins and what does he even call Vladivostok? You can be sure of the answer - he will call you the old city. The modern quarters of St. Petersburg, Moscow and other cities and towns of mother Russia are interchangeable, like nuts on a conveyor, and therefore they have taken root everywhere. Not taking root at the same time anywhere. They will never have the character of the city, because they are so conceived - faceless. Well, how can a person have a sense of the Motherland here? Big or small, it doesn't matter...

(216 words) ( By B. Dyachenko)
Tasks:

I. Title the text and retell it in detail. Answer the question: “Do you agree with the author of the text that the feeling of the Motherland cannot arise in faceless cities?” Justify your opinion.

II. Title the text and retell it concisely. Tell us about your city (village).
Keys to tests

№ test	Option	A1	A2	A3	A4	A5	IN 1
1	1	2	4	1	2	-	unity, pervades
	2	3	4	2	4	-	Igor, not
2	1	3	1	4	2	-	forehead
	2	4	2	3	2	-	pupil (eye)
3	1	4	3	3	1	-	addition
	2	1	2	4	1	-	suffixal
4	1	2	2	1	3	-	comparative adjectives
	2	2	1	3	4	-	in vain, looking
5	1	1	3	2	4	4	reasoning
	2	3	2	1	3	1	chain

№ test	Option	A1	A2	A3	A4	A5	A6	IN 1	IN 2	IN 3	AT 4
6	1	4	1	3	2			compound nominal	short communion	vain earthly	Deeply moral, truly human
	2	4	3	2	2	1	3	pretext	high literary	deep and sharp	moved forward