Scarlet Sails Green. Assol and Gray

Longren, a sailor of the Orion, a strong three-hundred-ton brig, on which he served for ten years and to which he was more attached than any son to his own mother, was finally to leave this service.

It happened like this. On one of his rare returns home, he did not see, as always from a distance, on the threshold of the house his wife Mary, clasping her hands, and then running towards him until she lost her breath. Instead, by the crib, a new item in Longren's small house, stood an excited neighbor.

“I followed her for three months, old man,” she said, “look at your daughter.

Dead, Longren leaned over and saw an eight-month-old creature staring intently at his long beard, then sat down, looked down and began to twist his mustache. The mustache was wet, as from rain.

When did Mary die? - he asked.

The woman told a sad story, interrupting the story with a touching gurgle to the girl and assurances that Mary was in paradise. When Longren found out the details, paradise seemed to him a little brighter than a woodshed, and he thought that the fire of a simple lamp - if now they were all together, the three of them - would be an irreplaceable joy for a woman who had gone to an unknown country.

About three months ago, the economic affairs of the young mother were very bad. Of the money left by Longren, a good half went to treatment after a difficult birth, to take care of health newborn; finally, the loss of a small, but necessary amount for life, made Mary ask Menners for a loan of money. Menners kept a tavern, a shop and was considered a wealthy man.

Mary went to him at six o'clock in the evening. About seven the narrator met her on the road to Liss. Tearful and upset, Mary said that she was going to town to pawn her wedding ring. She added that Menners agreed to give money, but demanded love in return. Mary got nowhere.

“We don’t even have a crumb of food in the house,” she said to a neighbor. “I'm going to the city, and the girl and I will make ends meet sometime before her husband returns.

It was cold, windy weather that evening; the narrator tried in vain to persuade the young woman don't go to Liss by night. "You'll get wet, Mary, it's drizzling, and the wind is about to bring downpour."

Back and forth from the seaside village to the city was at least three hours of fast walking, but Mary did not heed the advice of the narrator. “It’s enough for me to prick your eyes,” she said, “and there is almost no family where I would not borrow bread, tea or flour. I'll pawn the ring and it's over." She went, returned, and the next day she took to her bed with a fever and delirium; bad weather and evening drizzle struck her with bilateral pneumonia, as the city doctor said, called by a kind-hearted narrator. A week later, an empty space remained on Longren's double bed, and a neighbor moved into his house to nurse and feed the girl. It was not difficult for her, a lonely widow. Besides," she added, "it's boring without such a fool.

Longren went to the city, took the calculation, said goodbye to his comrades and began to raise little Assol. Until the girl learned to walk firmly, the widow lived with the sailor, replacing the orphan's mother, but as soon as Assol stopped falling, bringing her leg over the threshold, Longren resolutely announced that now he would do everything for the girl himself, and, thanking the widow for her active sympathy, lived the lonely life of a widower, concentrating all thoughts, hopes, Love and memories on a small creature.

Ten years of wandering life left very little money in his hands. He began to work. Soon his toys appeared in city stores - skillfully made small models of boats, cutters, single-deck and double-deck sailboats, cruisers, steamers - in a word, what he knew intimately, which, due to the nature of the work, partly replaced for him the roar of port life and painting voyages. In this way, Longren produced enough to live within the limits of moderate economy. Uncommunicative by nature, after the death of his wife, he became even more withdrawn and unsociable. On holidays, he was sometimes seen in a tavern, but he never sat down, but hurriedly drank a glass of vodka at the counter and left, briefly throwing around: “yes”, “no”, “hello”, “farewell”, “little by little” - on all the appeals and nods of the neighbors. He could not stand the guests, quietly sending them away not by force, but by such hints and fictitious circumstances that the visitor had no choice but to invent a reason for not allowing him to stay longer.

He himself did not visit anyone either; thus a cold alienation formed between him and his countrymen, and if Longren's work - toys - were less independent of the affairs of the village, he would have had to experience the consequences of such relations more tangibly. He bought goods and food in the city - Menners could not even boast of a box of matches that Longren bought from him. He also did all the housework himself and patiently went through the complex art of raising a girl, unusual for a man.

Assol was already five years old, and her father began to smile softer and softer, looking at her nervous, kind face, when, sitting on his knees, she was working on the secret of a buttoned waistcoat or amusingly singing sailor songs - wild rhymes. In the transmission in a child's voice and not everywhere with the letter "r" these songs gave the impression of a dancing bear, decorated with a blue ribbon. At this time, an event occurred, the shadow of which, falling on the father, covered the daughter as well.

It was spring, early and harsh, like winter, but in a different way. For three weeks, a sharp coastal north crouched on the cold earth.

Fishing boats pulled ashore formed a long row of dark keels on the white sand, resembling the ridges of huge fish. No one dared to fish in such weather. In the village's only street, it was rare to see a man leave his house; a cold whirlwind rushing from the coastal hills into the emptiness of the horizon made "open air" a severe torture. All the chimneys of Caperna smoked from morning to evening, blowing smoke over the steep roofs.

But these days of the north lured Longren out of his small warm house more often than the sun, throwing blankets of airy gold over the sea and Kaperna in clear weather. Longren went out to the bridge, laid on long rows of piles, where, at the very end of this plank pier, he smoked a wind-blown pipe for a long time, watching how the bottom bare near the coast smoked with gray foam, barely keeping up with the ramparts, the roaring run of which to the black, stormy horizon filled space with herds of fantastic maned creatures, rushing in unbridled ferocious despair to distant consolation. Moans and noises, the howling firing of huge surges of water and, it seemed, a visible stream of wind slashing the surroundings - so strong was its even run - gave Longren's tormented soul that dullness, deafness, which, reducing grief to vague sadness, is equal to the effect of deep sleep .

On one of these days, the twelve-year-old son of Menners, Khin, noticing that his father's boat was beating against the piles under the walkways, breaking the sides, went and told his father about it. The storm has just begun; Menners forgot to put the boat on the sand. He immediately went to the water, where he saw at the end of the pier, with his back to him, standing, smoking, Longren. There was no one else on the beach except for the two of them. Menners walked along the bridge to the middle, descended into the wildly splashing water and untied the sheet; standing in the boat, he began to make his way to the shore, clutching the piles with his hands. He did not take the oars, and at that moment, when, staggering, he missed grabbing another pile, a strong blow of the wind threw the bow of the boat from the bridge towards the ocean. Now, even the entire length of Menners' body could not reach the nearest pile. The wind and waves, rocking, carried the boat into the disastrous expanse. Realizing the situation, Menners wanted to throw himself into the water in order to swim to the shore, but his decision was too late, since the boat was already spinning not far from the end of the pier, where a significant depth of water and the fury of the waves promised certain death. Between Longren and Menners, carried away into the stormy distance, there was no more than ten sazhens of still saving distance, since on the walkways at hand Longren hung a bundle of rope with a load woven into one end. This rope hung in case of a berth in stormy weather and was thrown from the bridges.

— Longren! shouted the mortally frightened Menners. - What have you become like a stump? You see, I'm being carried away; leave the dock!

Longren was silent, calmly looking at Menners, who was rushing about in the boat, only his pipe began to smoke more strongly, and he, after a pause, took it out of his mouth in order to better see what was happening.

— Longren! cried Menners, “you hear me, I’m dying, save me!”

But Longren did not say a single word to him; he did not seem to hear the desperate cry. Until the boat was carried so far that the words-cries of Menners could barely reach, he did not even step from foot to foot. Menners sobbed in horror, conjured the sailor to run to the fishermen, call for help, promised money, threatened and cursed, but Longren only came closer to the very edge of the pier, so as not to immediately lose sight of the throwing and jumping of the boat. “Longren,” came to him muffledly, as if from a rooftop, sitting inside the house, “save me!” Then, taking a breath and taking a deep breath so that not a single word would be lost in the wind, Longren shouted:

She asked you the same! Think about it while you're still alive, Manners, and don't forget!

Then the cries ceased, and Longren went home. Assol, waking up, saw that her father was sitting before the dying lamp in deep thought. Hearing the voice of the girl calling him, he went up to her, kissed her tightly and covered her with a tangled blanket.

“Sleep, my dear,” he said, “till morning is still far away.

- What are you doing?

- I made a black toy, Assol, - sleep!

The next day, the inhabitants of Kaperna had only conversations about the missing Menners, and on the sixth day they brought him himself, dying and vicious. His story quickly spread around the surrounding villages. Menners wore until evening; shattered by concussions on the sides and bottom of the boat, during a terrible struggle with the ferocity of the waves, which threatened to tirelessly throw the distraught shopkeeper into the sea, he was picked up by the steamer Lucretia, which was going to Kasset. A cold and a shock of terror ended Menners' days. He lived a little less than forty-eight hours, calling on Longren all the disasters possible on earth and in the imagination. The story of Menners, how the sailor watched his death, refusing to help, is eloquent, all the more so because the dying man breathed with difficulty and groaned, struck the inhabitants of Kaperna. Not to mention the fact that a rare of them was able to remember an insult and more serious than that suffered by Longren, and mourn as much as he grieved for Mary until the end of his life - they were disgusted, incomprehensible, struck them that Longren was silent. In silence, until his last words, sent after Menners, Longren stood; he stood motionless, stern and quiet, like a judge, showing deep contempt for Menners - there was more than hatred in his silence, and everyone felt it. If he had shouted, expressing his triumph at the sight of Menners's despair with gestures or fussiness, or something else, his triumph at the sight of Menners' despair, the fishermen would have understood him, but he acted differently from what they did - he acted impressively, incomprehensibly and by this he set himself above others, in a word, did something unforgivable. No one bowed to him anymore, held out his hand, cast a recognizing, greeting look. He remained forever aloof from village affairs; the boys, seeing him, shouted after him: “Longren drowned Menners!” He paid no attention to it. He also did not seem to notice that in the tavern or on the shore, among the boats, the fishermen fell silent in his presence, stepping aside, as if from the plague. The Menners case cemented a previously incomplete alienation. Having become complete, it caused a strong mutual hatred, the shadow of which fell on Assol.

The girl grew up without friends. Two to three dozen children of her age, who lived in Kapern, saturated like a sponge with water, with a rude family principle, the basis of which was the unshakable authority of mother and father, imitative, like all children in the world, crossed out little Assol once and for all from the sphere of their patronage and attention. This happened, of course, gradually, through the suggestion and shouting of adults, it acquired character a terrible ban, and then, reinforced by gossip and rumors, it grew in the children's minds with fear of the sailor's house.

Moreover, Longren's secluded way of life now freed the hysterical language of gossip; it was said about the sailor that he had killed someone somewhere, because, they say, they no longer take him to serve on ships, and he himself is gloomy and unsociable, because "he is tormented by the remorse of a criminal conscience." While playing, the children chased Assol if she approached them, threw mud and teased her that her father ate human meat, and now he was making counterfeit money. One after another, her naive attempts at rapprochement ended in bitter weeping, bruises, scratches and other manifestations of public opinion; she finally stopped being offended, but still sometimes asked her father: "Tell me, why don't they like us?" “Hey, Assol,” said Longren, “do they know how to love? You have to be able to love, but that's something they can't." - “How is it to be able to?” - "And like this!" He took the girl in his arms and kissed her sad eyes, squinting with tender pleasure.

Assol's favorite entertainment was in the evenings or on a holiday, when his father, putting aside jars of paste, tools and unfinished work, sat down, taking off his apron, to rest, with a pipe in his teeth - to climb on his knees and, spinning in the gentle ring of his father's hand, touch various parts of toys, asking about their purpose. Thus began a kind of fantastic lecture on life and people - a lecture in which, thanks to Longren's former way of life, accidents, chance in general, outlandish, amazing and unusual events were given the main place. Longren calling a girl names gear, sails, marine items, gradually got carried away, moving from explanations to various episodes in which either the windlass, the steering wheel, the mast or some type of boat, etc., played a role, and from individual illustrations of these, he moved on to broad pictures of sea wanderings, weaving superstition into reality, and reality into images of his fantasy. Here appeared the tiger cat, the messenger of the shipwreck, and the talking flying fish, whose orders meant to go astray, and the Flying Dutchman with his furious crew; signs, ghosts, mermaids, pirates - in a word, all the fables that while away the leisure of a sailor in a calm or favorite tavern. Longren also told about the wrecked, about people who had gone wild and forgot how to speak, about mysterious treasures, riots of convicts, and much more, which the girl listened to more attentively than Columbus's story about the new continent could be listened to for the first time. “Well, say more,” Assol asked, when Longren, lost in thought, fell silent, and fell asleep on his chest with a head full of wonderful dreams.

It also served her as a great, always materially significant pleasure, the appearance of the clerk of the city toy shop, who willingly bought the work of Longren. To appease the father and bargain for the excess, the clerk took with him a couple of apples, a sweet pie, a handful of nuts for the girl. Longren usually asked for the real value out of dislike for bargaining, and the clerk slowed down. “Oh, you,” said Longren, “yes, I spent a week working on this bot. — The bot was five-vershkovy. - Look, what kind of strength - and the draft, and kindness? This boat of fifteen people will survive in any weather. In the end, the quiet fuss of the girl, purring over her apple, deprived Longren of his stamina and the desire to argue; he yielded, and the clerk, having filled the basket with excellent, durable toys, went away, laughing in his mustache.

Longren did all the household work himself: he chopped wood, carried water, stoked the stove, cooked, washed, ironed linen and, in addition to all this, managed to work for money. When Assol was eight years old, her father taught her to read and write. He began occasionally taking it with him to the city, and then even sending one if there was a need to intercept money in a store or demolish goods. This did not happen often, although Liss lay only four miles from Kaperna, but the road to it went through the forest, and in the forest there are many things that can frighten children, in addition to the physical danger, which, it is true, is difficult to meet at such a close distance from the city, but still still doesn't hurt to keep in mind. Therefore, only on good days, in the morning, when the thicket surrounding the road is full of sunny showers, flowers and silence, so that Assol's impressionability was not threatened by phantoms of the imagination, Longren let her go to the city.

One day, in the middle of such a journey to the city, the girl sat down by the road to eat a piece of cake, put in a basket for breakfast. As she nibbled, she sorted through the toys; two or three of them were new to her: Longren had made them at night. One such novelty was a miniature racing yacht; this white ship carried scarlet sails made from scraps of silk used by Longren for pasting steamer cabins - toys of a wealthy buyer. Here, apparently, having made a yacht, he did not find a suitable material for the sails, using what was available - shreds of scarlet silk. Assol was delighted. The fiery cheerful color burned so brightly in her hand, as if she was holding a fire. The road was crossed by a stream, with a pole bridge thrown over it; the stream to the right and left went into the forest. “If I launch her into the water for a swim,” Assol thought, “she won’t get wet, I’ll wipe her off later.” Having moved into the forest behind the bridge, along the course of the stream, the girl carefully launched the ship that captivated her into the water near the shore; the sails immediately flashed a scarlet reflection in the transparent water; the light, penetrating matter, lay like a trembling pink radiation on the white stones of the bottom. Where are you from, Captain? Assol asked the imaginary face importantly and, answering herself, said: “I came ... I came ... I came from China. — What did you bring? “I won’t say what I brought. “Oh, you are, Captain! Well, then I'll put you back in the basket." The captain had just prepared to humbly answer that he was joking and that he was ready to show the elephant, when suddenly a quiet run-off of the coastal stream turned the yacht with its bow towards the middle of the stream, and, like a real one, leaving the shore at full speed, it floated smoothly down. The scale of the visible instantly changed: the stream seemed to the girl a huge river, and the yacht seemed like a distant, large ship, to which, almost falling into the water, frightened and dumbfounded, she stretched out her hands. “The captain was scared,” she thought, and ran after the floating toy, hoping that it would be washed ashore somewhere. Hastily dragging a not heavy, but disturbing basket, Assol repeated: “Ah, Lord! After all, if it happened ... ”- She tried not to lose sight of the beautiful, smoothly escaping triangle of sails, stumbled, fell and ran again.

Assol has never been as deep in the forest as she is now. She, absorbed in an impatient desire to catch a toy, did not look around; near the shore, where she fussed, there were enough obstacles to occupy her attention. Mossy trunks of fallen trees, pits, tall ferns, wild roses, jasmine and hazel hindered her at every step; overcoming them, she gradually lost her strength, stopping more and more often to rest or brush off the sticky cobwebs from her face. When sedge and reed thickets stretched out in wider places, Assol completely lost sight of the scarlet sparkle of the sails, but, having run around the bend of the current, she again saw them, sedately and steadily running away. Once she looked back, and the vastness of the forest, with its variegation, passing from the smoky columns of light in the foliage to the dark clefts of the dense twilight, deeply struck the girl. For a moment, shy, she remembered again about the toy and, after releasing a deep "fu-u-u-u" several times, she ran with all her might.

In such an unsuccessful and anxious pursuit, about an hour passed, when, with surprise, but also with relief, Assol saw that the trees ahead parted freely, letting in the blue overflow of the sea, the clouds and the edge of the yellow sandy cliff, to which she ran out, almost falling from fatigue. Here was the mouth of the stream; spilling narrowly and shallowly, so that the flowing blueness of the stones could be seen, it disappeared in the oncoming sea wave. From a low cliff, pitted with roots, Assol saw that by the stream, on a large flat stone, with his back to her, a man was sitting, holding a runaway yacht in his hands, and comprehensively examining it with the curiosity of an elephant that had caught a butterfly. Somewhat reassured by the fact that the toy was intact, Assol slid down the cliff and, coming close to the stranger, looked at him with a studying look, waiting for him to raise his head. But the stranger was so immersed in the contemplation of the forest surprise that the girl managed to examine him from head to toe, establishing that she had never seen people like this stranger before.

But in front of her was none other than Aigle, a well-known collector of songs, legends, traditions and fairy tales, traveling on foot. Gray curls fell out in folds from under his straw hat; a gray blouse tucked into blue trousers and high boots gave him the look of a hunter; a white collar, a tie, a belt studded with silver badges, a cane, and a bag with a brand new nickel clasp—showed off a city dweller. His face, if one can call it a face, is his nose, his lips and his eyes, peeping out of a thriving, radiant beard and a magnificent, ferociously upturned mustache, would have seemed languidly transparent, if it were not for his eyes, gray as sand and shining like pure steel, with a bold look. and strong.

“Now give it to me,” the girl said timidly. - You've already played. How did you catch her?

Aigl raised his head, dropping the yacht, - Assol's excited voice sounded so unexpectedly. The old man looked at her for a minute, smiling and slowly letting his beard pass through a large, sinewy handful. Washed many times, the cotton dress barely covered the girl's thin, tanned legs to the knees. Her dark thick hair, pulled back in a lace scarf, was tangled, touching her shoulders. Every feature of Assol was expressively light and pure, like the flight of a swallow. Dark eyes, tinged with a sad question, seemed somewhat older than the face; his irregular soft oval was covered with that kind of lovely tan that is characteristic of a healthy whiteness of the skin. The half-open little mouth gleamed with a meek smile.

“I swear by the Grimms, Aesop and Andersen,” said Aigle, looking first at the girl, then at the yacht. - It's something special. Listen, you plant! Is this your thing?

- Yes, I ran after her all over the stream; I thought I would die. Was she here?

- At my very feet. The shipwreck is the reason I, in my capacity as a coastal pirate, can give you this prize. The yacht, abandoned by the crew, was thrown onto the sand by a three-inch shaft - between my left heel and the tip of the stick. He tapped his cane. "What's your name, little one?"

"Assol," said the girl, putting the toy Egle had given her into the basket.

"Very well," the old man continued in an incomprehensible speech, without taking his eyes off, in the depths of which a grin of friendly disposition gleamed. “I really shouldn't have asked your name. It is good that it is so strange, so monotonous, musical, like the whistle of an arrow or the sound of a seashell; what would I do if you called yourself one of those sweet-sounding, but intolerably familiar names that are alien to the Beautiful Unknown? Moreover, I do not want to know who you are, who your parents are and how you live. Why break the charm? Sitting on this stone, I was engaged in a comparative study of Finnish and Japanese subjects ... when suddenly the stream splashed out this yacht, and then you appeared ... Just like you are. I, my dear, am a poet at heart - though I have never composed myself. What's in your basket?

“Boats,” said Assol, shaking her basket, “then a steamer, and three more of these houses with flags. Soldiers live there.

- Great. You were sent to sell. On the way, you took up the game. You let the yacht float, and she ran away - right?

— Have you seen it? Assol asked doubtfully, trying to remember if she had told it herself. - Did someone tell you? Or did you guess?

— I knew it.

— And how?

“Because I am the most important wizard.

Assol was embarrassed; her tension at these words of Aigle overstepped the bounds of fright. The deserted seashore, the silence, the tedious adventure with the yacht, the incomprehensible speech of the old man with sparkling eyes, the majesty of his beard and hair began to seem to the girl a mixture of the supernatural and reality. Now make Aigle a grimace or shout something - the girl would rush away, crying and exhausted with fear. But Aigle, noticing how wide her eyes opened, made a sharp volt.

“You have nothing to fear from me,” he said seriously. “On the contrary, I want to talk to you to my heart’s content. Only then did he realize to himself what his impression was so intently marked in the girl's face. “An involuntary expectation of a beautiful, blissful fate,” he decided. “Ah, why wasn’t I born a writer? What a glorious story." “Come on,” Egle went on, trying to round off the original position (the tendency to myth-making - a consequence of constant work - was stronger than the fear of throwing the seeds of a big dream on unknown soil), “come on, Assol, listen to me carefully. I was in that village where you must be coming from; in a word, in Kapern. I I love tales and songs, and I sat in that village all day, trying to hear something no one heard. But you don't tell fairy tales. You don't sing songs. And if they tell and sing, then, you know, these stories about cunning peasants and soldiers, with eternal praise of swindle, these dirty, like unwashed feet, rough, like rumbling in the stomach, short quatrains with a terrible motive ... Stop, I lost my way. I will speak again.

Thinking, he continued like this:

“I don’t know how many years will pass, only in Kapern will one fairy tale bloom, one that will be remembered for a long time. You will be big, Assol. One morning, in the sea, a scarlet sail will sparkle under the sun. The shining bulk of the scarlet sails of the white ship will move, cutting through the waves, straight to you. This wonderful ship will sail quietly, without screams and shots; many people will gather on the shore, wondering and gasping; and you will stand there. The ship will approach majestically to the very shore to the sounds of beautiful music; elegant, in carpets, in gold and flowers, a fast boat will sail from it. “Why did you come? Who are you looking for?" the people on the beach will ask. Then you will see a brave handsome prince; he will stand and stretch out his hands to you. “Hello, Assol! he will say. “Far, far away from here, I saw you in a dream and came to take you forever to my kingdom. You will live there with me in a pink deep valley. You will have everything you want; to live with you we will become so friendly and fun that you will never soul does not recognize tears and sadness. He will put you in a boat, bring you on a ship, and you will leave forever for a brilliant country where the sun rises and where the stars descend from the sky to congratulate you on your arrival.

- It's all for me? the girl asked quietly. Her serious eyes, cheerful, shone with confidence. A dangerous wizard, of course, would not speak like that; she stepped closer. “Perhaps he has already arrived… that ship?”

“Not so soon,” said Egle, “at first, as I said, you will grow up. Then... What can I say? - it will be, and it's over. What would you do then?

- I? She looked into the basket, but apparently did not find anything worthy of serving as a weighty reward. “I would love him,” she said hurriedly, and added, not quite firmly, “if he doesn’t fight.”

"No, he won't fight," said the wizard, winking mysteriously, "he won't, I vouch for it." Go, girl, and don't forget what I told you between two sips of aromatic vodka and thinking about the songs of convicts. Go. May peace be with your furry head!

Longren worked in his small garden, digging in potato bushes. Raising his head, he saw Assol running headlong towards him with a joyful and impatient face.

“Well, here ...” she said, trying to control her breathing, and grasped her father's apron with both hands. “Listen to what I’ll tell you... On the shore, far away, a magician is sitting...

She began with the wizard and his interesting prediction. The fever of her thoughts prevented her from conveying the incident smoothly. Next came the description of the wizard's appearance and, in reverse order, the pursuit of the lost yacht.

Longren listened to the girl without interrupting, without a smile, and when she finished, his imagination quickly drew an unknown old man with aromatic vodka in one hand and a toy in the other. He turned away, but, remembering that on the great occasions of a child's life it befits a man to be serious and surprised, he solemnly nodded his head, saying:

- So-so; by all indications, there is no one else to be like a magician. I would like to look at him ... But when you go again, do not turn aside; It's easy to get lost in the forest.

Throwing down the shovel, he sat down by the low brushwood fence and sat the girl on his lap. Terribly tired, she tried to add some more details, but the heat, excitement and weakness made her sleepy. Her eyes were stuck together, her head rested on her father's hard shoulder, and in a moment she would have been carried off into the land of dreams, when suddenly, disturbed by a sudden doubt, Assol sat up straight, with her eyes closed and, resting her fists on Longren's waistcoat, said loudly:

“Do you think the wizard ship will come for me or not?”

“He will come,” the sailor answered calmly, “since you have been told this, then everything is correct.”

“Grow up, forget it,” he thought, “but for now... you shouldn't take away such a toy from you. After all, in the future you will have to see many not scarlet, but dirty and predatory sails; from a distance - elegant and white, from a distance - torn and impudent. A passer-by joked with my girl. Well?! Good joke! Nothing is a joke! Look how you've overtaken - half a day in the forest, in the thicket. As for scarlet sails, think like me: you will have scarlet sails.

Assol was asleep. Longren, taking out his pipe with his free hand, lit a cigarette, and the wind carried the smoke through the wattle fence into a bush that grew on the outside of the garden. By the bush, with his back to the fence, chewing a pie, sat a young beggar. The conversation between father and daughter put him in a cheerful mood, and the smell of good tobacco set him up in a lucrative mood.

“Give, master, a poor man a smoke,” he said through the bars. - My tobacco against yours is not tobacco, but, one might say, poison.

- That's the trouble! Wakes up, falls asleep again, and a passer-by took and smoked.

“Well,” objected Longren, “you are not without tobacco after all, but the child is tired. Come in later if you want.

The beggar spat contemptuously, lifted the sack on a stick, and quipped:

“Princess, of course. You drove these overseas ships into her head! Oh, you eccentric eccentric, and also the owner!

“Listen,” Longren whispered, “I’ll probably wake her up, but only to soap your hefty neck.” Go away!

Half an hour later, the beggar was sitting in a tavern at a table with a dozen fishermen. Behind them, now pulling their husbands by the sleeve, now taking a glass of vodka over their shoulders—for themselves, of course—sat tall women with bushy eyebrows and hands as round as a cobblestone. The beggar, boiling with resentment, narrated:

And he didn't give me tobacco. “You,” he says, “will turn an adult, and then,” he says, “a special red ship ... Behind you. Since your fate is to marry the prince. And that, - he says, - believe the magician. But I say: “Wake up, wake up, they say, get some tobacco.” So after all, he ran after me half the way.

- Who? What? What is he talking about? the curious voices of women were heard. The fishermen, barely turning their heads, explained with a grin:

“Longren and his daughter have gone wild, or maybe they have lost their minds; here is a man talking. They had a sorcerer, so you have to understand. They are waiting - aunts, you should not miss! - an overseas prince, and even under red sails!

Three days later, returning from the city shop, Assol heard for the first time:

— Hey, gallows! Assol! Look here! Red sails are sailing!

The girl, shuddering, involuntarily glanced from under her arm at the flood of the sea. Then she turned in the direction of the exclamations; there, twenty paces from her, stood a bunch of children; they grimaced, sticking out their tongues. Sighing, the girl ran home.

Assol's favorite entertainment was in the evenings or on a holiday, when his father, putting aside jars of paste, tools and unfinished work, sat down, taking off his apron, to rest, with a pipe in his teeth, to climb onto his knees and, spinning in the gentle ring of his father's hand , touch various parts of toys, asking about their purpose. Thus began a kind of fantastic lecture on life and people - a lecture in which, thanks to Longren's former way of life, accidents, chance in general, outlandish, amazing and unusual events were given the main place. Longren, naming the girl the names of gear, sails, marine items, gradually got carried away, moving from explanations to various episodes in which either the windlass, the steering wheel, the mast or some type of boat, etc. played a role, and from individual illustrations of these, he moved on to broad pictures of sea wanderings, weaving superstition into reality, and reality into images of his fantasy. Here appeared the tiger cat, the messenger of the shipwreck, and the talking flying fish, whose orders meant to go astray, and the Flying Dutchman with his furious crew; signs, ghosts, mermaids, pirates - in a word, all the fables that while away the leisure of a sailor in a calm or favorite tavern. Longren also told about the wrecked, about people who had gone wild and forgot how to speak, about mysterious treasures, riots of convicts, and much more, which the girl listened to more attentively than Columbus's story about the new continent could be listened to for the first time. - "Well, say more," Assol asked when Longren, lost in thought, fell silent, and fell asleep on his chest with a head full of wonderful dreams.

It also served her as a great, always materially significant pleasure, the appearance of the clerk of the city toy shop, who willingly bought the work of Longren. To appease the father and bargain for the excess, the clerk took with him a couple of apples, a sweet pie, a handful of nuts for the girl. Longren usually asked for the real value out of dislike for bargaining, and the clerk slowed down. - "Oh, you," Longren said, "yes, I sat on this boat for a week. - The boat was five-vershoy. - Look, what kind of strength, and draft, and kindness? This boat of fifteen people will withstand in any weather ". In the end, the quiet fuss of the girl, purring over her apple, deprived Longren of his stamina and the desire to argue; he yielded, and the clerk, having filled the basket with excellent, durable toys, went away, laughing in his mustache. Longren did all the household work himself: he chopped wood, carried water, stoked the stove, cooked, washed, ironed linen and, in addition to all this, managed to work for money. When Assol was eight years old, her father taught her to read and write. He began occasionally taking it with him to the city, and then even sending one if there was a need to intercept money in a store or demolish goods. This did not happen often, although Lise lay only four versts from Kaperna, but the road to it went through the forest, and in the forest there are many things that can frighten children, in addition to physical danger, which, it is true, is difficult to meet at such a close distance from the city, but still still doesn't hurt to keep in mind. Therefore, only on good days, in the morning, when the thicket surrounding the road is full of sunny showers, flowers and silence, so that Assol's impressionability was not threatened by phantoms of the imagination, Longren let her go to the city.

One day, in the middle of such a journey to the city, the girl sat down by the road to eat a piece of cake, put in a basket for breakfast. As she nibbled, she sorted through the toys; two or three of them were new to her: Longren had made them at night. One such novelty was a miniature racing yacht; the white ship raised scarlet sails made from scraps of silk used by Longren for pasting steamer cabins - toys of a wealthy buyer. Here, apparently, having made a yacht, he did not find a suitable material for the sail, using what was available - shreds of scarlet silk. Assol was delighted. The fiery cheerful color burned so brightly in her hand, as if she were holding a fire. The road was crossed by a stream, with a pole bridge thrown over it; the stream to the right and left went into the forest. “If I let her go for a swim for a little while,” Assol thought, “she won’t get wet, I’ll wipe her off later.” Having moved into the forest behind the bridge, along the course of the stream, the girl carefully launched the ship that captivated her into the water near the shore; the sails immediately sparkled with a scarlet reflection in the transparent water: the light, penetrating matter, lay down in a trembling pink radiation on the white stones of the bottom. “Where did you come from, captain?” Assol asked the imaginary face importantly and, answering herself, said: “I came, I came ... I came from China. - What did you bring? “What I brought, I won’t say. “Oh, you are, Captain! Well, then I'll put you back in the basket." Just as the captain was preparing to humbly answer that he was joking and that he was ready to show the elephant, when suddenly a quiet run-off of the coastal stream turned the yacht with its bow to the middle of the stream, and, like a real one, leaving the shore at full speed, she swam evenly down. The scale of the visible instantly changed: the stream seemed to the girl a huge river, and the yacht seemed like a distant, large ship, to which, almost falling into the water, frightened and dumbfounded, she held out her hands. "The captain was frightened," thought she ran after the floating toy, hoping that it would be washed ashore somewhere. After all, if it happens ... "- She tried not to lose sight of the beautiful, smoothly escaping triangle of sails, stumbled, fell and ran again.

Assol has never been as deep in the forest as she is now. She, absorbed in an impatient desire to catch a toy, did not look around; near the shore, where she fussed, there were enough obstacles to occupy her attention. Mossy trunks of fallen trees, pits, tall ferns, wild roses, jasmine and hazel hindered her at every step; overcoming them, she gradually lost her strength, stopping more and more often to rest or brush off the sticky cobwebs from her face. When sedge and reed thickets stretched out in wider places, Assol completely lost sight of the scarlet sparkle of the sails, but, having run around the bend of the current, she again saw them, sedately and steadily running away. Once she looked back, and the vastness of the forest, with its variegation, passing from the smoky columns of light in the foliage to the dark clefts of the dense twilight, deeply struck the girl. For a moment, shy, she remembered again about the toy and, after releasing a deep "f-f-w-w" several times, she ran with all her might.

In such an unsuccessful and anxious pursuit, about an hour passed, when, with surprise, but also with relief, Assol saw that the trees ahead parted freely, letting in the blue overflow of the sea, the clouds and the edge of the yellow sandy cliff, to which she ran out, almost falling from fatigue. Here was the mouth of the stream; spilling narrowly and shallowly, so that the flowing blueness of the stones could be seen, it disappeared in the oncoming sea wave. From a low cliff, pitted with roots, Assol saw that by the stream, on a large flat stone, with his back to her, a man was sitting, holding a runaway yacht in his hands, and comprehensively examining it with the curiosity of an elephant that had caught a butterfly. Somewhat reassured by the fact that the toy was intact, Assol slid down the cliff and, coming close to the stranger, looked at him with a studying look, waiting for him to raise his head. But the stranger was so immersed in the contemplation of the forest surprise that the girl managed to examine him from head to toe, establishing that she had never seen people like this stranger before.

But in front of her was none other than Aigle, a well-known collector of songs, legends, traditions and fairy tales, traveling on foot. Gray curls fell out in folds from under his straw hat; a gray blouse tucked into blue trousers and high boots gave him the look of a hunter; a white collar, a tie, a belt studded with silver badges, a cane and a bag with a brand new nickel clasp - showed a city dweller. His face, if one can call it a face, is his nose, his lips and his eyes, which peeped out of a vigorously overgrown radiant beard and a magnificent, ferociously upturned mustache, would have seemed sluggishly transparent, if it were not for his eyes, gray as sand, and shining like pure steel, with a glance bold and strong.

Now give it to me,” the girl said timidly. - You've already played. How did you catch her?

Aigl raised his head, dropping the yacht, - so suddenly Assol's excited voice sounded. The old man looked at her for a minute, smiling and slowly letting his beard pass through a large, sinewy handful. Washed many times, the cotton dress barely covered the girl's thin, tanned legs to the knees. Her dark thick hair, pulled back in a lace scarf, was tangled, touching her shoulders. Every feature of Assol was expressively light and pure, like the flight of a swallow. Dark eyes, tinged with a sad question, seemed somewhat older than the face; his irregular soft oval was covered with that kind of lovely tan that is characteristic of a healthy whiteness of the skin. The half-open little mouth gleamed with a meek smile.

I swear by the Grimms, Aesop and Andersen,” said Aigle, looking first at the girl, then at the yacht. -- It's something special. Listen, you plant! Is this your thing?

Yes, I ran after her all over the stream; I thought I would die. Was she here?

At my very feet. The shipwreck is the reason I, in my capacity as a coastal pirate, can give you this prize. The yacht, abandoned by the crew, was thrown onto the sand by a three-inch shaft - between my left heel and the tip of the stick. He tapped his cane. "What's your name, little one?"

Assol, - said the girl, hiding the toy given by Egle in the basket.

All right,” the old man continued in an incomprehensible speech, without taking his eyes off, in the depths of which a smile of friendly disposition gleamed. "I really shouldn't have asked your name." It is good that it is so strange, so monotonous, musical, like the whistle of an arrow or the sound of a seashell: what would I do if you called yourself one of those euphonious, but unbearably familiar names that are alien to the Beautiful Unknown? Moreover, I do not want to know who you are, who your parents are and how you live. Why break the charm? Sitting on this stone, I was engaged in a comparative study of Finnish and Japanese stories ... when suddenly the stream splashed out this yacht, and then you appeared ... Just the way you are. I, my dear, am a poet at heart - though I have never composed myself. What's in your basket?

Boats,” said Assol, shaking her basket, “then a steamer, and three more of these houses with flags. Soldiers live there.

Great. You were sent to sell. On the way, you took up the game. You let the yacht float, and she ran away - right?

Have you seen? Assol asked doubtfully, trying to remember if she had told it herself. - Did someone tell you? Or did you guess?

I knew it. - And how?

Because I am the most important magician. Assol was embarrassed: her tension at these words of Egle crossed the border of fright. The deserted seashore, the silence, the tedious adventure with the yacht, the incomprehensible speech of the old man with sparkling eyes, the majesty of his beard and hair began to seem to the girl a mixture of the supernatural and reality. Now make Aigle a grimace or shout something - the girl would rush away, crying and exhausted with fear. But Aigle, noticing how wide her eyes opened, made a sharp volt.

You have nothing to fear from me,” he said seriously. “On the contrary, I want to talk to you to my heart’s content. It was only then that he realized to himself that in the face of the girl his impression had been so intently marked. "An involuntary expectation of a beautiful, blissful fate," he decided. "Ah, why wasn't I born a writer? What a glorious plot."

Come on,” Aigl continued, trying to round off the original position (the tendency to myth-making - a consequence of constant work - was stronger than the fear of throwing the seeds of a big dream on unknown soil), “come on, Assol, listen to me carefully. I was in that village - where you must be coming from, in a word, in Kaperna. I love fairy tales and songs, and I sat in that village all day, trying to hear something no one heard. But you don't tell fairy tales. You don't sing songs. And if they tell and sing, then, you know, these stories about cunning peasants and soldiers, with eternal praise of swindle, these dirty, like unwashed feet, rough, like rumbling in the stomach, short quatrains with a terrible motive ... Stop, I lost my way. I will speak again. Thinking about it, he continued like this: “I don’t know how many years will pass, only in Kaperna will one fairy tale bloom that will be remembered for a long time. You will be big, Assol. One morning, in the sea, a scarlet sail will sparkle under the sun. The shining bulk of the scarlet sails of the white ship will move, cutting through the waves, straight to you. This wonderful ship will sail quietly, without screams and shots; a lot of people will gather on the shore, wondering and gasping: and you will stand there The ship will approach majestically to the very shore to the sounds of beautiful music; elegant, in carpets, in gold and flowers, a fast boat will sail from it. "Why have you come? Who are you looking for?" the people on the beach will ask. Then you will see a brave handsome prince; he will stand and stretch out his hands to you. - "Hello, Assol! - he will say. - Far, far from here, I saw you in a dream and came to take you forever to my kingdom. You will live there with me in a pink deep valley. You will have everything, whatever you wish; we will live with you so amicably and cheerfully that your soul will never know tears and sadness. He will put you in a boat, bring you on a ship, and you will leave forever for a brilliant country where the sun rises and where the stars descend from the sky to congratulate you on your arrival.

B -7 (GIA)

Specify numbers to indicate commas between parts of the WBS.

1. I have a flower, (1) - he said, (2) - and I water it every morning. I have three volcanoes, (3), I clean them out every week. I clean all three, (4) and the extinct one too. Few things can happen. And my volcanoes, (5) and my flower are useful, (6) that I own them. And the stars are of no use to you ... the business man opened his mouth, (7) but did not answer, (8), and the Little Prince went on.
2. The little prince looked at the lamplighter, (1) and he liked this man more and more, (2) who was so true to his word. The little prince remembered (3) how he once rearranged a chair from place to place, (4) to once again look at the sunset. And he wanted to help his friend. “Listen, (5) - he said to the lamplighter, (6) - I know the remedy: you can rest, (7) whenever you want.
3. Your planet is so tiny, (1) - continued the little prince, (2) - you can go around it in three steps. And you just need to go at such a speed, (3) to stay in the sun all the time. When you want to relax, (4) you just keep going, (5) go ... And the day will drag on for as long as (6) you want. “Well, (7) this is of little use to me, (8) - said the lamplighter. More than anything in the world, I love to sleep.
4. I am a geographer, (1) not a traveller. I miss travellers. After all, it is not geographers who keep count of cities, (2) rivers, (3) seas, (4) oceans, (5) and deserts. The geographer is the most important person, (6) he has no time to roam. He hosts travelers and writes down their stories. And if one of them tells something interesting, (7) the geographer makes inquiries and checks whether (8) this person is decent or not.
5. Seen from the outside, (1.) It was a splendid sight. The movements of this army obeyed the subtlest rhythm, (2) just like in ballet. Having lit their fires, (3) the lamplighters went to sleep. Having performed their dance, (4) they also hid behind the scenes. Then came the turn of lamplighters from Russia and India. Then - in Africa and Europe. Then South America, (5) then North America. And they were never wrong, (6) no one went on stage at the wrong time.
6. Adults, (1) of course, (2) will not believe you. They imagine (3) that they take up a lot of space. They seem majestic to themselves, (4) like baobabs. And you advise them to make an accurate calculation. They will love it, (5) they love numbers. Don't waste your time on this arithmetic.
7. “What a strange planet!” thought the Little Prince. “Completely dry, (1) all in needles and salty. And people lack imagination. They only repeat what (2) you tell them. At home I had a flower, (3) my beauty and joy, (4), and he always spoke first.
8. Then he fell asleep, (1) I took him in my arms and went on. It even seemed to me (2) that there is nothing more fragile on our Earth. By the light of the moon, I looked at his pale forehead, (3) at closed eyelashes, (4) at the golden strands of hair, (5) which the wind picked through, (6) and said to myself: all this is just a shell. The most important thing is (7) what you cannot see with your eyes ... His half-open lips trembled in a smile, (8) and I told myself the most touching thing in this sleeping Little Prince was his loyalty to the flower.
9. Then I lowered my eyes, (1) and jumped up like that! At the foot of the wall, (2) raising its head to the Little Prince, (3) coiled a small snake, (4) one of those (5) whose bite kills. Groping for a revolver in my pocket, (6) I rushed to her at a run, (7) but at the sound of footsteps the snake quietly streamed across the sand, (8) like a dying stream, (9) and with a barely audible ringing disappeared between the stones. I ran up to the wall just in time (10) to catch the little prince.
10. And when you are consoled, (1) you will be glad (2) that you knew me once. Sometimes you will open the window like this, (3) and you will be pleased. And your friends will be surprised (4) that you are laughing, (5) looking at the sky. And you will tell them: “Yes, (6), yes, (7) I always laugh, (8) looking at the stars!” And they will think (9) that you have gone mad.
11. I understand (1) what is wrong with you. When I was young, (2) I put my ignorance in everyone's face. And if you hide your ignorance, (3) you will not be beaten and you will never grow wiser. You are no longer alone, (4) we no longer sit separately in our living room, (5) separated by a blank wall, (6) I will be there.
12. Montag thought, (1) all the time he thought incessantly about those women in his living room, (2) empty women, (3) from whom the neon wind had long since blown the last grains of reason, (4) and about his ridiculous idea to read a book to them. Brad, (5) crazy! Another outburst of anger (6) with which he did not know how to cope. Usually Beatty never got behind the wheel, (7) but today he was driving, (8) turning sharp corners, (9) leaning forward from the height of the driver's throne, (10) his mac skirt flapped and fluttered, (11) he was like a huge bat, (12) rushing towards the car with its chest.
13. Try to get to the river, (1) then go along the coast, (2) there is an old railway track, (3) leading out of the city into the interior of the country. All communication is now by air, (4) and most of the railroad tracks have long been abandoned, (5) but this track has been preserved, (6) rusting slowly. They say (7) along the railroad track, (8) what goes from here to Los Angeles, (9) you can meet the former pupils of Harvard University. Most of them are fugitives (10) on the run from the police. They are few (11) and the government (12) apparently (13) does not consider them dangerous enough (14) to continue searching outside the cities.
14. Dark banks slipped by, (1) the river carried him now among the hills. For the first time in many years, he saw before him the stars, (2), an endless procession of luminaries making their circle. A huge stellar chariot rolled across the sky, (3) threatening to crush him. When the suitcase filled with water and sank, (4) Montag rolled onto his back. The river lazily rolled its waves, (5) moving farther and farther away from people, (6) who ate shadows for breakfast, (7) smoke for lunch and fog for dinner. The river was truly real, (8) she carefully held Montag in her arms, (9) she did not rush him, (10) she gave time to think about everything, (11) what happened to him this month, (12) for this year, (13), for the rest of my life. He listened to the beats of his heart: (14) it beat calmly and evenly.
15. The moon hung low in the sky. Moon and moonlight. Where is he from? Well, understandable, (1) from the sun. Where does the sun get its light from? Out of nowhere, (2) it burns with its own fire. Burning and burning from day to day, (3) all the time. Sun and time. Sun, (4) time, (5) fire. There is a sun in the sky, (6) a clock on earth, (7) measuring time. And after many years (8) lived on earth, and few minutes (9) spent on this river, (10) he finally understood (11) why he should never burn again.

ANSWERS to task B-7.

B-8 (GIA)

Find among the sentences NGN with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses.

1. (1) Longren, a sailor of the Orion, a strong brig of three hundred tons, on which he had served for ten years and to whom he was more attached than any son to his own mother, was finally to leave the service. (2) It happened like this. (3) On one of his rare returns home, he did not see, as always from afar, on the threshold of the house, wife Mary, clasping her hands, and then running towards her until she lost her breath. (4) Instead, at the crib - a new item in Longren's small house - stood an excited neighbor.
2. (1) Ten years of wandering life left very little money in his hands. (2) He began to work. (3) Soon his toys appeared in city shops - skillfully made small models of boats, boats, sailboats, cruisers, steamers - in a word, what he knew intimately, which, due to the nature of the work, partly replaced for him the roar of port life and the picturesque labor of navigation . (4) In this way, Longren obtained enough to live within the framework of a moderate life.
3. (1) But these days of the north lured Longren out of his small house more often than the sun, throwing in clear weather the sea and Kaperna with blankets of airy gold. (2) Longren overlooked the bridge, laid on long rows of piles. (3) He smoked a pipe blown by the wind for a long time, watching how the bottom bare near the coast smoked with gray foam, barely keeping up with the ramparts, how the horizon filled the space with herds of maned creatures, rushing in fierce despair to distant consolation. (4) Moans and noises, the howling firing of huge surges of water and, it seemed, a visible stream of wind slashing the surroundings - its even run was so strong - gave Longren's soul that dullness, deafness, which, reducing grief to vague sadness, is equal to action deep sleep.
4. (1) Silently, until his last words, sent after Mennrs, Longren stood; he stood motionless, stern and quiet, like a judge, showing deep contempt for Menners - there was more than hatred in his silence, and everyone felt it. (2) If he had shouted, if he had expressed gloating with gestures or fussiness, the fishermen would have understood him, but he acted differently from what they did - he acted imposingly, incomprehensibly and by this he set himself above others, in a word, he did something that is not forgiven. (3) No one bowed to him any more, held out his hand, cast a recognizing, greeting look.
5. (1) This did not happen often, although Lisa lay only four miles from Kaperna, but the road to him went through the forest, and in the forest many things can frighten children, in addition to physical danger, which, however, is difficult to meet at such a close distance from the city, but it doesn't hurt to keep it in mind. (2) Therefore, only on good days, in the morning, when the thicket surrounding the road is full of sunny showers, flowers and silence, and when Assol's impressionability was not threatened by phantoms of the imagination, Longren let her go to the city. (3) One day, in the middle of such a journey to the city, the girl sat down by the road to eat a piece of cake, put in a basket for breakfast. (4) While eating, she sorted through the toys; two or three of them were new to her: Longren had made them at night.
6. (1) Just as the captain was preparing to humbly answer that he was joking and ready to show the elephant, when suddenly a quiet run-off of the coastal stream turned the yacht with its nose to the middle of the stream, and, like a real one, leaving the shore at full speed, it floated smoothly down. (2) The scale of the visible instantly changed: the stream seemed to the girl a huge river, and the yacht seemed like a distant, large vessel, to which, almost falling into the water, frightened and dumbfounded, she stretched out her hands. (3) “The captain was scared,” she thought, and ran after the floating toy, hoping that it would be washed ashore somewhere. (4) Hastily dragging a not heavy, but interfering basket, Assol repeated: - “Ah, Lord! After all, if it happened ... ”(5) She tried not to lose sight of the beautiful, smoothly escaping triangle of sails, stumbled, fell and ran again.
7. (1) Hello, Assol! - he will say. – (2) Far, far away from here, I saw you in a dream and came to take you forever to my kingdom. (3) You will live there with me in the pink valley. (4) You will have everything you want; we will live with you so amicably and cheerfully that your soul will never know tears and sadness. (5) he will put you in a boat, bring you on a ship, and you will leave forever to a brilliant country where the sun rises and where the stars will descend from the sky to congratulate you on your arrival. - (6) - Is it all for me? - the girl asked quietly. (7- Her serious eyes brightened with confidence. (8) A dangerous wizard would certainly not speak like that; she moved closer. - (9) Maybe he has already passed ... that ship?
8. (1) But the passionate, almost religious affection for her strange child was, presumably, the only valve of those inclinations of hers, chloroformed by upbringing and fate, which no longer live, but wander vaguely, leaving the will inactive. (2) A noble lady resembled a peacock that had hatched a swan's egg. (3) She painfully felt the beautiful isolation of her son when she pressed the boy to her breast and when sadness, love and embarrassment filled her heart. (1) So the cloudy effect, bizarrely built by the sun's rays, penetrates the symmetrical setting of the government building, depriving it of its banal virtues; the eye sees and does not recognize the premises: the mysterious shades of light create a dazzling harmony among the squalor.
9. (1) If he did not want the trees to be cut, the trees remained untouched, if he asked to forgive or reward anyone, the person concerned knew that this would be so; that he could ride any horse, take any dog ​​to the castle; rummaging in the library, running barefoot and eating whatever he pleases. 2 His father struggled with this for some time, but yielded, not to principle, but to the desire of his wife. (3) He limited himself to removing all the children of servants from the castle, fearing that, thanks to low society, the boy's whims would turn into inclinations that were difficult to eradicate. the end is in the death of all slanderers. (5) In addition, affairs of state, affairs of the estates, the dictation of memoirs, parade hunts, reading newspapers and complex correspondence kept him at some internal distance from the family; he saw his son so rarely that he sometimes forgot how old he was.
10. (1) Meanwhile, the imposing dialogue came to the mind of the captain less and less often, as Gray walked towards the goal with clenched teeth and a pale face. (2) He endured restless work with a determined effort of will, feeling that he was getting better and that ineptitude was replaced by habit. (3) It happened that the loop of the anchor chain knocked him down, hitting the deck, and then the whole work was a torture that required close attention, but no matter how hard he breathed, with difficulty straightening his back, a smile of contempt did not leave his face. (4) He silently endured ridicule, mockery and inevitable abuse until he became "his own" in the new sphere, but from that time on he always answered every insult with boxing.

Find a sentence with parallel subordination of subordinate clauses.

1. (1) Assol grew up without friends. (2) Two to three dozen children of her age, who lived in Kapern, saturated with a rough family principle, the basis of which was the unshakable authority of mother and father, deleted once and for all little Assol from the sphere of their patronage and attention . (3) In addition, Longren's secluded lifestyle has now freed the hysterical language of gossip. (4) It was said about the sailor that he killed someone somewhere, because, they say, they no longer take him to serve on ships, and he himself is gloomy and unsociable, because "he is tormented by remorse of a criminal conscience." (5) While playing, the children drove Assol if she approached them, threw mud and teased that her father was making counterfeit money. (6) One after another, her naive attempts at rapprochement ended in bitter weeping, bruises, scratches and other manifestations of public opinion.
2. (1) When the spirit of exploration made Gray enter the library, he was struck by a dusty light, the strength and peculiarity of which lay in the colored pattern of the upper part of the window panes. (2) The cupboards were densely packed with books, so that they seemed like walls that contained life in their very thickness. (3) In the reflections of the cabinet glass, other cabinets were visible, covered with colorless shiny spots. (4) A huge globe, which stood on a round table and was enclosed in a copper spherical equator cross, attracted Gray's attention.

Find a sentence with sequential subordination of subordinate clauses.

1. (1) As he turned towards the exit, Gray saw above the door a huge picture, which showed a ship rising on the crest of a sea wall. (2) But the most remarkable thing in this picture was the figure of a man standing on a tank with his back to the viewer. (3) The posture of this man did not actually say anything about what he was doing, but made one assume that his attention was extremely intense. (4) Gray came several times to look at this picture, which captured his imagination, so that it constantly painted pictures of the sea element. (5) the picture became for him that necessary word in the conversation of the soul with life, without which it is difficult to understand oneself and without which it is difficult realize your purpose in life. (6) Gray was determined to become a captain.
2. (1) Where they sailed, on the left, the shore, on which Kaperna was located, stood out as a wavy thickening of darkness. (2) When they swam very close, Gray heard the barking of dogs that came from the land. (3) The fires of the village looked like a stove door that had been burned through with holes through which a blazing coal was visible. (4) To the right was the ocean, so distinct, as if the presence of a sleeping person was felt and as if he were very close.
3. (1) On one of her weekly visits to the toy shop, Assol returned home upset. (2) When she entered, she was so distressed that she could not speak at once. (3) The girl brought her goods back. (4) Only after Assol saw from her father's alarmed face that he was expecting something much worse than reality, she began to tell about what had happened. (5) At the same time, she ran her finger along the glass of the window, at which she stood, absently observing the sea. (6) It turns out that the owner of the toy shop began this time by opening the account book and showing her how much they owe. (7) She shuddered when she saw the impressive three-digit number

   Task number 3. Among sentences 1-4, find a complex sentence with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.
   (1) But these days of the Nord lured Longren out of his small warm house more often than the sun, throwing the sea in clear weather, and Caperna with blankets of airy gold. (2) Longren went out to the bridge, laid on long rows of piles. (3) He smoked a pipe blown by the wind for a long time, watching how the bottom, bare near the coast, smoked with seven foam, barely keeping up with the shafts, how the horizon filled the space with herds of fantastic maned creatures, rushing in unbridled ferocious despair to distant consolation. (4) Moans and noises, the howling firing of huge upsurges of water and, it seemed, a visible stream of wind stripping the surroundings - so strong was its even run - gave Longren's tormented soul that dullness, deafness, which, reducing grief to vague sadness, is equal to effect of deep sleep.
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   Task number 4. Among sentences 1-3, find a complex sentence with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.
   (1) Silently, until his last words, sent after Menners, Longren stood; he stood motionless, stern and quiet, like a judge, showing deep contempt for Menners - there was more than hatred in his silence, and everyone felt it. (2) If he had shouted, if he had expressed gloating with gestures or fussiness, the fishermen would have understood him, but he acted differently than they did - he acted impressively, incomprehensibly and by this he set himself above others, in a word, he did something that is not forgiven. (Z) No one bowed to him anymore, did not extend his hand, did not cast a recognizing, greeting look.
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   Task number 5. Among sentences 1-4, find a complex sentence with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.
   (1) This did not happen often, although Lisa lay only four miles from Kaperna, but the road to him went through the forest, and in the forest there are many things that can frighten children, in addition to physical danger, which, however, is difficult to meet at such a close distance from the city, but it doesn't hurt to keep it in mind. (2) Therefore, only on good days, in the morning, when the thicket surrounding the road is full of sunny showers, flowers and silence, and when Assol's impressionability was not threatened by phantoms of the imagination, Longren let her go to the city.
   (3) Once, in the middle of such a journey to the city, the girl sat down by the road to eat a piece of cake, put in a basket for breakfast. (4) 3 biting, she sorted through the toys; two or three of them were new to her: Longren had made them at night.
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   Task number 6. Among sentences 1-5, find a complex sentence with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.
   (1) Just as the captain was preparing to humbly answer that he was joking and that he was ready to show the elephant, when suddenly a quiet run-off of the coastal stream turned the yacht with its bow to the middle of the stream, and, like a real one, leaving the shore at full speed, it floated smoothly down. (2) The scale of the visible instantly changed: the stream seemed to the girl a huge river, and the yacht seemed like a distant, large vessel, to which, almost falling into the water, frightened and dumbfounded, she stretched out her hands. (3) “The captain was scared,” she thought, and ran after the floating toy, hoping that she would be washed ashore somewhere. (4) Hastily dragging a not heavy, but interfering basket, Assol repeated: - “Ah, Lord! After all, if it happens ... ”- (5) She tried not to lose sight of the beautiful, smoothly escaping triangle of sails, stumbled, fell and ran again.
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   Task number 7. Among sentences 1-9, find a complex sentence with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.
   (1) “Hello, Assol! he will say. - (2) Far, far away from here, I saw you in a dream and came to take you forever to my kingdom. (3) You will live there with me in a pink deep valley. (4) You will have everything you want; we will live with you so amicably and cheerfully that your soul will never know tears and sadness. (5) He will put you in a boat, bring you on a ship, and you will leave forever for a brilliant country where the sun rises and where the stars descend from the sky to congratulate you on your arrival.
   -(6) Is that all for me? the girl asked quietly. (7) Her serious eyes, cheerful, shone with confidence. (8) A dangerous wizard, of course, would not speak like that; she stepped closer. - (9) Maybe he has already come ... that ship?

   The girl grew up without friends. Two or three dozen children of her age, who lived in Kapern, soaked like a sponge with water, with a rude family principle, the basis of which was the unshakable authority of mother and father, imitative, like all children in the world, crossed out once and for all little Assol from the sphere of their patronage and attention. This happened, of course, gradually, through the suggestion and shouting of adults, it acquired the character of a terrible prohibition, and then, reinforced by gossip and rumors, it grew in the children's minds with fear of the sailor's house.

   Moreover, Longren's secluded way of life now freed the hysterical language of gossip; it was said about the sailor that he had killed someone somewhere, because, they say, they no longer take him to serve on ships, and he himself is gloomy and unsociable, because "he is tormented by the remorse of a criminal conscience." While playing, the children chased Assol if she approached them, threw mud and teased her that her father ate human meat, and now he was making counterfeit money. One after another, her naive attempts at rapprochement ended in bitter weeping, bruises, scratches and other manifestations of public opinion; she finally stopped being offended, but still sometimes asked her father: “Tell me, why don’t they like us?” “Hey, Assol,” said Longren, “do they know how to love? You have to be able to love, but that's something they can't." - “How is it to be able to?” - "And like this!" He took the girl in his arms and kissed her sad eyes, squinting with tender pleasure.

   Assol's favorite entertainment was in the evenings or on a holiday, when his father, putting aside jars of paste, tools and unfinished work, sat down, taking off his apron, to rest, with a pipe in his teeth - to climb on his knees and, spinning in the gentle ring of his father's hand, touch various parts of toys, asking about their purpose. Thus began a kind of fantastic lecture on life and people - a lecture in which, thanks to Longren's former way of life, accidents, chance in general, outlandish, amazing and unusual events were given the main place. Longren, naming the girl the names of gear, sails, marine items, gradually got carried away, moving from explanations to various episodes in which either the windlass, the steering wheel, the mast or some type of boat, etc. played a role, and from individual illustrations of these, he moved on to broad pictures of sea wanderings, weaving superstition into reality, and reality into images of his fantasy. Here appeared the tiger cat, the messenger of the shipwreck, and the talking flying fish, whose orders meant to go astray, and the Flying Dutchman with his furious crew; signs, ghosts, mermaids, pirates - in a word, all the fables that while away the leisure of a sailor in a calm or favorite tavern. Longren also told about the wrecked, about people who had gone wild and forgot how to speak, about mysterious treasures, riots of convicts, and much more, which the girl listened to more attentively than Columbus's story about the new continent could be listened to for the first time. “Well, say more,” Assol asked, when Longren, lost in thought, fell silent, and fell asleep on his chest with a head full of wonderful dreams.

   It also served her as a great, always materially significant pleasure, the appearance of the clerk of the city toy shop, who willingly bought the work of Longren. To appease the father and bargain for the excess, the clerk took with him a couple of apples, a sweet pie, a handful of nuts for the girl. Longren usually asked for the real value out of dislike for bargaining, and the clerk slowed down. “Oh, you,” said Longren, “yes, I spent a week working on this bot. - The boat was five-vershkovy. - Look, what kind of strength, and draft, and kindness? This boat of fifteen people will survive in any weather. In the end, the quiet fuss of the girl, purring over her apple, deprived Longren of his stamina and the desire to argue; he yielded, and the clerk, having filled the basket with excellent, durable toys, went away, laughing in his mustache. Longren did all the household work himself: he chopped wood, carried water, stoked the stove, cooked, washed, ironed linen and, in addition to all this, managed to work for money. When Assol was eight years old, her father taught her to read and write. He began occasionally taking it with him to the city, and then even sending one if there was a need to intercept money in a store or demolish goods. This did not happen often, although Lise lay only four versts from Kaperna, but the road to it went through the forest, and in the forest there are many things that can frighten children, in addition to physical danger, which, it is true, is difficult to meet at such a close distance from the city, but still still doesn't hurt to keep in mind. Therefore, only on good days, in the morning, when the thicket surrounding the road is full of sunny showers, flowers and silence, so that Assol's impressionability was not threatened by phantoms of the imagination, Longren let her go to the city.

   One day, in the middle of such a journey to the city, the girl sat down by the road to eat a piece of cake, put in a basket for breakfast. As she nibbled, she sorted through the toys; two or three of them were new to her: Longren had made them at night. One such novelty was a miniature racing yacht; the white ship raised scarlet sails made from scraps of silk used by Longren to wrap steamer cabins - toys of a wealthy buyer. Here, apparently, having made a yacht, he did not find a suitable material for the sail, using what was available - shreds of scarlet silk. Assol was delighted. The fiery cheerful color burned so brightly in her hand, as if she were holding a fire. The road was crossed by a stream, with a pole bridge thrown over it; the stream to the right and left went into the forest. “If I launch her into the water for a swim,” Assol thought, “she won’t get wet, I’ll wipe her off later.” Having moved into the forest behind the bridge, along the course of the stream, the girl carefully launched the ship that captivated her into the water near the shore; the sails immediately sparkled with a scarlet reflection in the transparent water: the light, penetrating matter, lay down in a trembling pink radiation on the white stones of the bottom. “Where are you from, Captain? - Assol asked an imaginary face importantly and, answering herself, said: - I came, I came ... I came from China. - What did you bring? “I won’t say what I brought. “Oh, you are, Captain! Well, then I'll put you back in the basket." The captain had just prepared to humbly answer that he was joking and that he was ready to show the elephant, when suddenly a quiet run-off of the coastal stream turned the yacht with its bow towards the middle of the stream, and, like a real one, leaving the shore at full speed, it floated smoothly down. The scale of the visible instantly changed: the stream seemed to the girl a huge river, and the yacht seemed like a distant, large ship, to which, almost falling into the water, frightened and dumbfounded, she held out her hands. “The captain was scared,” she thought, and ran after the floating toy, hoping that it would be washed ashore somewhere. Hastily dragging a not heavy, but disturbing basket, Assol kept repeating: “Ah, my God! After all, if it happened ... ”- She tried not to lose sight of the beautiful, smoothly escaping triangle of sails, stumbled, fell and ran again.