In grade 10, texts from 180 to 230 words are offered, you can use Additional tasks different types. Dictations are held 3-4 times during the academic year. In the first week in September, it is recommended to conduct a diagnostic dictation.

Grade 10
Diagnostic dictation

Pushkin House

Pushkin's house in Mikhailovsky, though a museum, is alive. It is filled with warmth, friendly and bright. His rooms are always permeated with the smells of good wood and fresh earth. When pine trees bloom in the groves, fragrant pollen rises in a cloud over the house.

But now the time comes, and lindens bloom on the estate. Then the house is saturated with the smells of wax and honey. Limes stand next to the house, and wild bees live in their hollows.

The house has a lot of good Pskov linen - tablecloths, towels, curtains. Flax has its own aroma - cool, strong. When the linen things in the house get old, they are replaced with fresh, newly woven rural weavers on old mills.

Things made of linen have an amazing property - where they are, they always smell of freshness. Scientists say that flax preserves human health. The one who sleeps on a coarse linen sheet, wears a linen shirt on his body, wipes himself with a linen towel - almost never gets sick with a cold.

Pushkin's peasants, like all Pskovians, from ancient times loved to grow flax, and it was famous throughout Russia and abroad. Two hundred years ago, there was even an English trading office in Pskov, which bought linen and linen products and sent them to England.

Linen, flowers, apples in Pushkin's rooms always smell of sunshine and cleanliness, although on some days thousands of people pass through the museum.

(190 words) (According to S. Geichenko.)

Silence

And behind the oaks - Dikanka with its magnificent palace, surrounded by a park, merging with oak forests, in which there were even herds of wild goats.

I spent the whole day in this forest, a sunny October day.

The silence is amazing. Neither leaf nor twig moves. If you just look at the sun, a transparent, shiny cobweb shimmers in the air between thin shoots, and if you listen, an oak leaf that has fallen from a tree rustles for a moment. The ground was strewn with densely nailed rain the day before yellow leaves, above which are still green, not having time to turn yellow and fall off the leaves of young shoots. No sound, no movement. Only the palmate maple leaf, transparent yellow in the sun, stands sideways to the stem and stubbornly swings to the sides with a correct movement, like a pendulum: now to the right, then to the left. It swayed for a long time and calmed down only when it broke away, flew down in zigzags and merged with the yellow carpet. Moreover, the silence was broken by two beauties - wild goats, who quickly swept past me and disappeared into the forest beam ... And there is no end to this forest. And in the middle of it are glades where herds graze...

Here is Volchiy Yar, from where an immense horizon opens far, far below, cut through by the blue ribbon of the Vorskla, now with a smooth steppe, now with a wooded steep bank ...

(185 words.) (According to V. A. Gilyarovsky.)

Dikanka, Vorskla, Volchiy Yar - write the words on the board.

Noble estates

Reader, are you familiar with those small noble estates, which our Ukraine abounded twenty-five, thirty years ago? Now they are rarely seen, and in ten years, and the last of them, perhaps, will disappear without a trace.

A flowing pond, overgrown with willows and reeds, a roost of busy ducks, to which occasionally a cautious teal joins. Behind the pond there is a garden with alleys of linden trees, of this beauty and honor of our black earth plains, with dead strawberry ridges, with a continuous thicket of gooseberries, currants, raspberries, in the midst of which, in the dark hour of the motionless midday heat, the yard girl’s colorful handkerchief will certainly flash and her piercing voice will ring out. There is also a barn on chicken legs, a greenhouse, a poor vegetable garden, with a flock of sparrows on stamens and a cat crouching near a failed well. And then - curly apple trees over high, green below, gray grass above, liquid cherries, pears, on which there is never a fruit. Then flower beds with poppies, peonies, pansies, bushes of honeysuckle, wild jasmine, lilac and acacia, with incessant bee, bumblebee buzzing in thick, odorous, sticky branches.

Finally, the manor house, one-story, on a brick foundation, with greenish glass in narrow frames, with a sloping, once painted roof, with a balcony from which jug-shaped railings fell out, with a crooked mezzanine, with a voiceless old dog in a hole under the porch ...

(191 words.) (According to I. S. Turgenev.)

gypsies

The performance with the learned bear was the only one at the time. folk theater. Although it served as entertainment for the people, but, like many other things at that time, this performance was extremely rude, harmful and even dangerous. The enraged beast often reared up, bared its terrible teeth and uttered a tremendous roar. Horror seized the domestic animals then, and a terrible commotion arose in the barnyard: the horses neighed, and often fell off the leash, the cows mooed, the sheep bleated more and more pitifully.

In spring and summer, a gypsy camp also appeared and was located near one or another landowner's estate. With the onset of dusk, the gypsies lit fires and prepared their dinner, after which the sounds of music and singing were heard. People flocked to look at them from all villages, and aside from their fun and dancing, gypsies predicted the future for women, girls and young ladies.

I was especially attracted to Masha - a beautiful swarthy, red-cheeked gypsy with black eyes that burned with fire, with wavy jet-black hair, curls and curls of which completely covered her forehead, with black thick eyebrows in an arch. Of all the wanderings, Masha always brought me gifts: either some especially large hazelnuts, or sunflowers, or black pods, or a clay cockerel, or some tiny clay pot.

(190 words.) (According to E. N. Vodovozova.)

Early morning

The heavy, thick hands on the huge dial, whitened obliquely from the watchmaker's sign, showed thirty-six minutes past seven. In the light blue of the sky, not yet warmer after the night, one thin cloud turned pink, and there was something unearthly graceful in his elongated outline. The footsteps of infrequent passers-by sounded especially clear in the desert air, and in the distance the bodily ebb trembled on the tram rails. A wagon loaded with huge bundles of violets, covered with half-striped coarse cloth, rolled quietly along the panel; the trader helped to drag her to a big red dog, which, sticking out his tongue, leaned forward all over, straining all his dry, human-devoted muscles.

Sparrows fluttered up from the black branches of slightly green trees with an airy rustle and perched on a narrow ledge of a high brick wall.

The shops were still sleeping behind bars, the houses were lit only from above, but it was impossible to imagine that it was sunset and not early morning. Due to the fact that the shadows lay in the other direction, strange combinations were created, unexpected for the eye, well accustomed to evening shadows...

Everything seemed not so set, fragile, turned upside down, as in a mirror...

He looked around and at the end of the street saw a lighted corner of the house where he had just lived in the past and where he would never return again. And in this departure of the whole house from his life there was a beautiful mystery.

(197 words.) (According to V. Nabokov.)

Grade 10
Control dictation
based on the results of the 1st half of the 2013-2014 academic year

Guest

(194 words) (According to I. Turgenev.)

Assignments to the text

AT 3. explain lexical meaning words "yard" (guys), "confusion".

AT 4. From 4 sentences, write down the words formed in different ways.

AT 5. Write out from 10 sentences the word(s) corresponding to the scheme: one prefix + root + one suffix + ending.

AT 6. From the 5th sentence, write out the phrases with the connection adjunction, control, coordination.

Sea and forest

(1) Shaggy gray clouds, like a broken flock of frightened birds, rush low over the sea. (2) A piercing, sharp wind from the ocean either knocks them into a dark solid mass, then, as if playing, it tears and flies, piling up into bizarre outlines.

(3) The sea turned white, the weather rustled. (4) Leaden waters rise heavily and, swirling with bubbling foam, roll with a dull roar into the hazy distance. (5) The wind angrily digs along their shaggy surface, far spreading salt spray. (6) And along the snaking coast, white jagged piles of ice piled up on the shallows rise massively in a colossal ridge. (7) As if the titans in a heavy grip threw these giant fragments.

(8) Breaking off with steep ledges from coastal heights, a dense forest gloomy approached the sea itself. (9) The wind hums with the red trunks of ancient pines, heels slender fir trees, shaking them with sharp tops and showering fluffy snow from sadly drooping green branches.

(10) Gray centuries pass without a trace over a silent country, and a dense forest stands and calmly, gloomy, as if in deep thought, shakes its dark peaks. (11) Not one of his mighty trunks has yet fallen under the daring ax of the greedy lumberjack: swamps and impenetrable swamps lay in his dark thicket. (12) And where the century-old pines turned into small shrubs, the lifeless tundra stretched like a dead expanse and was lost by an endless border in the cold haze of a low-hanging fog.

(190 words) (According to A. Serafimovich.)

Assignments to the text

IN 1. What is the most generalized sentence that expresses the main idea of ​​the text?

AT 2. What type of speech is presented in the text?

AT 3. Explain the lexical meaning of the words "titans", "greedy".

AT 4. From 12 sentences, write down the words formed in different ways.

AT 5. Write out from 2 sentences the word(s) corresponding to the scheme: one prefix + root + one suffix + ending.

AT 6. From 1 sentence, write out phrases with the connection adjunction, control, coordination.

AT 7. Find simple sentences in the text isolated circumstances. Write down their numbers.

AT 8. Find in the text sentences with homogeneous predicates. Write down their numbers.

AT 9. Determine what types of complex sentences are used in the text.

AT 10. With what help language tools Is there a connection between sentences, between paragraphs?

wonderful night

(1) Spring night, exciting, fragrant, full of mysterious charms and passionate fading, floats across the sky. (2) The shepherd's pipe fell silent. (3) All sounds gradually subsided. (4) The frogs subsided, and the mosquitoes calmed down. (5) From time to time, some strange rustling in the bushes will sweep through, or a gust of wind will carry away the howl of a watch dog from a distant village, languishing in loneliness on this wonderful night.

(6) It is stuffy in a large cool room. (7) You get out of bed, open the window and put your hot cheek to the glass. (8) But the face is still burning, and the heart stops just as painfully.

(9) All around is quiet! (10) The grove seems huge. (11) The trees seem to have moved together and seem to be conspiring, as if they are revealing an important secret. (12) Suddenly, an iridescent ringing is heard: this is a mail carriage driving along a high road. (13) The rattling of bells can be heard from afar. (14) For a minute it will be silent, it must be that the troika drove over the mountain.

(15) How exciting is the sound of postal bells at night! (16) After all, you know - there is no one to wait. (17) And yet, as soon as you hear this silvery ringing on the road, your heart will beat and suddenly pull you somewhere far away, to some unknown countries. (18) How good life is!

(According to S. Kovalevskaya.)

Tasks

I option

From sentence 5, write out a separate, common, agreed-upon definition.

Among sentences 1-5 find compound sentences. List their numbers.

Write out all the pronouns from sentence 5.

From sentences 1 - 4 write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.

Among sentences 6−10 find a simple one-part definite-personal. Enter his number.

Indicate the way the word is formed little by little (sentence 3).

Write out a phrase (sentence 11) built on the basis of control.

You write grammar basics offers 16.

II option

From sentence 1, write out a separate, common, agreed-upon definition.

Among sentences 11-17 find non-union compound sentences. List their numbers.

From sentence 11 write out all unions.

From sentences 6 - 14 write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.

Among sentences 15−18, find such a complex one, both parts of which are one-part. Enter his number.

Indicate the way the word is formed from afar (sentence 13).

Write out a phrase (sentence 12) built on the basis of adjacency.

Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence 17.

Literacy in Rus'

(1) Now no one considers it supernatural and inexplicable the fact that from the beginning of Christianity to the Mongol-Tatar invasion, Kievan Rus was a country of high and beautiful written culture. (2) The introduction of Christianity and its introduction to Byzantine literacy established the continuity of the two written cultures. (3) It greatly increased the interest Eastern Slavs to the book and contributed to the spread of writing at the dawn of its civilization.

(4) It is not without reason to assume that literacy was accepted by us in the shortest possible time and developed unhindered at first. (5) Nothing blocked the people's path to literacy, and our forefathers quickly mastered a relatively high level letters. (6) This is confirmed by the surviving inscriptions on wooden objects, for example, on spinning wheels, on bizarre combs for combing flax, on unpretentious pottery, on various pieces of wood that are not suitable for display.

(7) It is not for nothing that science attaches great importance to the study of ancient objects. (8) It is no exaggeration to say that archaeological finds surpassed all the expectations of scientists, revealing pictures of living antiquity. (9) In the notorious excavations near Novgorod, which were carried out for ten years, extremely interesting writings on birch bark were found. (10) This is an unprecedented discovery in archeology: they capture the original prehistory of the Russian book.

(According to I. Golub.)

Tasks
I option

In one or two sentences, state main idea text.

Among sentences 5-6, find a sentence with an introductory word. Enter his number.

Among sentences 4-6, find a compound sentence. Enter his number.

From sentence 4 write out all the prepositions.

From sentences 1 - 3 write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.

From sentences 4−6 write out a separate definition.

Indicate the way the word is formed not without reason (sentence 7).

Write out a phrase (sentence 7) built on the basis of adjacency.

II option

How else could the text be titled? Write down 2 of your headings to the text.

Among sentences 1-4, find a sentence with an introductory construction. Enter his number.

Among sentences 7-10 find the non-union difficult sentence. Enter his number.

From sentence 9 write out all the prepositions.

From sentences 4 - 6 write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.

From sentences 7−10 write out a separate circumstance.

Indicate the method of formation of the written word (sentence 3).

Write out a phrase (sentence 4) built on the basis of adjacency.

From high

(1) A metal fence separated the mourners from those departing. (2) On the plane, we stuck to the windows, and a wonderful picture appeared before us. (3) The mountains met us with bad weather, giant streams of water rushed down. (4) A river roared nearby, carrying whitish, as if whitened with milk, but not at all dirty, water down a steep slope. (5) Immediately behind the river rose rocky mountains, outlined by a broken line. (6) In a clearing bounded on three sides by low shrubs, and on one side by a mountain river with ice water, novice climbers were engaged in exercises.

(7) Even when we were walking here, having risen from the gorge and went out into the mountainous expanse, the whistles of marmots were heard to the right and left. (8) Amazing is the speed with which they dive into their holes. (9) Even a mortally wounded groundhog still manages to hide in a hole. (10) Frozen, they can stand for a very long time in complete immobility, as if petrified, but with sudden movement any of us disappear instantly.

(11) We walked along the edge of a very deep gorge, at the bottom of which water ran towards us from glaciers, trying to merge with other rivers. (12) The sky above the peaks surrounding us cleared up, and within an hour the stars lit up in it.

(According to V. Soloukhin.)

Tasks
I option

In one or two sentences, state the main idea of ​​the text.

From sentences 1-7 write out homogeneous isolated circumstances.

Among sentences 1-8, find the non-union compound. Enter his number.

From sentence 11 write out all the prepositions.

From sentences 1-6, write out a word with an unpronounceable consonant in the root.

Among sentences 3–11, find a complex subordinate with a clause of time. Enter his number.

Indicate the way the word whitish is formed (sentence 4).

Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence 8.

II option

How else could the text be titled? Write down 2 of your headings to the text.

From sentences 8−10 write out isolated circumstances.

Among sentences 7-12 find compound sentences. List their numbers.

From sentence 12 write out all the prepositions.

From sentences 8-12, write out words with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.

Among sentences 3-11, find complex subordinate clauses with attributive clauses. Enter his number.

Indicate the way the word is formed by bad weather (sentence 3).

Write out a phrase (sentence 12) built on the basis of agreement.

Write down the grammatical basics of sentence 10.

funny game

(1) Everything in the house has changed, everything has become a match for the new inhabitants. (2) The beardless yard guys, merry fellows and jokers, replaced the former sedate old men. (3) Lean pacers, rooters and zealous harnesses started up in the stables.

(4) On that evening, which was discussed, the inhabitants of the house were engaged in a little complicated, but, judging by the friendly laughter, a very funny game for them: they ran around the living rooms and halls and caught each other. (5) The dogs ran and barked, and the canaries hanging in the cages, fluttering incessantly, vied with each other to tear their throats.

(6) In the midst of too deafening fun, inaccessible to the understanding of the courtyards, a polluted tarantass drove up to the gate, and a man of about forty slowly got out of it and stopped in amazement. (7) He stood for a while, as if dumbfounded, looked around the house with an attentive gaze, entered through the ajar gate into the wooden front garden and slowly climbed onto the porch with railings cut from pine. (8) No one met him in the hall, but the door of the hall quickly swung open, and Shurochka jumped out of it, all flushed. (9) Instantly, the whole young company ran out after her with a loud cry. (10) Surprised by the appearance of an unexpected and uninvited visitor, Shurochka suddenly calmed down, but her bright eyes fixed on him looked just as kindly.

(11) The guest, and it was none other than Lavretsky, introduced himself, and confusion was visible on his face.

(According to I. Turgenev.)

Tasks
I option

In one or two sentences, state the main idea of ​​the text.

From sentences 1-5 write out isolated circumstances.

Among sentences 1-5, find a non-union complex sentence. Enter his number.

From sentence 4 write down all the pronouns.

From sentences 6–7, write out the word with a prefix in -з, -с.

What part of speech is the word chopped (sentence 7)? What part of speech in another context can it still be?

Indicate the way of forming the word laconic (sentence 4).

Write out a phrase (sentence 1) built on the basis of agreement.

Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence 11.

II option

How else could the text be titled? Write down 2 of your headings to the text.

From sentences 6−10 write out a separate circumstance.

Among sentences 6-10 find a simple complicated sentence. Enter his number.

From sentence 8 write out all the pronouns.

From sentences 8–10, write out the words with a prefix in -з, -с.

What part of speech are the word front (8 sentence)? What part of speech in another context can it still be?

Indicate the way of forming the word incessantly (sentence 5).

Write out a phrase (sentence 2) built on the basis of control.

Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence 5.

The beauty of autumn

(1) On the canvas was a bright farewell day at the end of October. (2) The white sun stood low, peeping between the trunks of distant birches, which seemed black against the sun on the slope. (3) The wind blew and exposed the abandoned monastery garden. (4) A blue, quite summer sky with summer clouds shone over the waving treetops, over a ruined stone wall, illuminated from the side. (5) A lone apple that had fallen into the grass lay near the wall, barely visible through the leaves that had stuck to it.

(6) Yes, he was completely alone in the vicinity of that monastery, and it was then a sunny, dry, spacious day. (7) There was a thick noise, shimmering with gold of the remaining foliage, old maples, a crimson blizzard chalked along the overgrown paths of the garden. (8) Everything was transparent, fresh, farewell. (9) Why farewell? (10) Why, after fifty years, especially on the bright, dry, ringing days of autumn, he could not escape the feeling that what happened to millions of people would soon happen to him, just like him, who walked along the paths near other walls? (11) Perhaps beauty is realized only at the fatal and timid moment of its inception and before its inevitable disappearance, withering, on the verge of the end and the beginning, on the edge of the abyss?

(12) There is nothing more short-lived than beauty, but how unbearably terrible it is that in every birth of the beautiful there is its end, its death. (13) The day dies in the evening, youth in old age, love in coldness and indifference.

(According to Yu. Bondarev.)

Tasks
I option

In one or two sentences, state the main idea of ​​the text.

What part of speech is the word beautiful (12th sentence)? What part of speech in another context can it still be?

Among sentences 6-11 find a compound sentence. Enter his number.

From sentence 12 write out all the pronouns.

From sentences 6-11 write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.

From sentences 1−4 write out a separate definition.

Indicate the way the word slope is formed (sentence 2).

Write out a phrase (sentence 2) built on the basis of adjacency.

Write down the grammatical foundations of the sentence 2.

II option

How else could the text be titled? Write down 2 of your headings to the text.

What part of speech is the word against (2nd sentence)? What part of speech in another context can it still be?

Among sentences 6-11 find an unassociated complex sentence. Enter his number.

From sentence 10 write out all the pronouns.

From sentences 12–13, write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.

From sentences 5−10 write out a separate definition.

Indicate the way the word is formed from the side (sentence 4).

Write out a phrase (sentence 3) built on the basis of control.

Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence 13.

Grade 10
Control dictation
based on the results of the 2nd half of the 2013-2014 academic year

Christmas tree in the trench

It was the winter of 1941 in besieged Leningrad. For many days and nights there was no electricity, water froze in the pipes, for the last three December days no one in the whole city received bread.

In these most difficult days for Leningrad, the Nazis intensified the bombardment of the city. We boys often spent the night in trenches dug in front of our house. It was warmer in them, almost always a candle stub or a lantern was burning, and most importantly, it was always crowded. Not far from us was a battery of anti-aircraft guns guarding one of the Neva bridges. Sometimes artillerymen peered into our trench. They were all thin, with faces haggard from sleepless nights. How we rejoiced every time they came! They arranged a Christmas tree for us.

Don't think it was a big, lush Christmas tree. Its height was no more than a meter, several knots were covered with thin light green needles. But she was all in toys. A few rifle shells hung on the Christmas tree, and on the very top of the head was a brightly polished Red Army badge with a five-pointed star.

Where the gunners got the Christmas tree remains a mystery to us. We all knew that there were no Christmas trees anywhere nearby. We sat spellbound, staring at a few crackling candle stubs, probably from the previous year. There were no dances around our Christmas tree, there was no cheerful laughter. And instead of gifts, the anti-aircraft gunners gave each of us a piece of sugar.

(209 words.) (According to F. Bezdudny.)

magic street

When a person dreams too much, severe disappointments await him. That's what happened to me.

Immersed in a pink cloud of memories of wonderful fairy tales, I, I don’t know how, wandered into an unfamiliar street. Suddenly I stopped, startled by sounds I had never heard before.

I looked around: the street was paved and swept clean. It became quite clear to me that you would not find anything interesting here.

On both sides of this clean street were lined with beautiful wooden houses, hidden in the greenery of the gardens, like birds' nests.

It was evening. At the back of the street, behind the trees of a large park, the sun was setting. A bright crimson sky shone through the branches. The hot short rays of the sunset blazed in the glass of the windows, even the pavement stones turned bright red.

Streams of light poured from all sides, and it seemed that the whole street was engulfed in the play of a magical flame; in the pink fragrant air, branches dozed, shrouded in golden transparent dust; everything reminded fabulous cities heroes, sorceresses and other wonderful creatures.

Sounds floated in the soft pensive silence, gentle, bright as the evening. I have never heard such music before.

A house with green shutters peeped out from behind a hedge of acacia and lilac, and from its open windows came sounds like sunbeams kissing the smooth surface of a calm lake.

I immediately guessed that I had entered the borders of a magical kingdom, and, understandably, I decided to go to explore the mysterious country in order to touch and enjoy its countless wonders with my own hands.

Rowan

In autumn, when it gets colder, and the river is light to the bottom, and the forest edges shine through, and cobwebs sparkle on the grass wet with dew, and flocks of young ducks rush in the clear, transparent air. Suddenly, from all the copses, elegant rowan berries hung with clusters come to the fore: here we are, don’t overlook it, they say, don’t neglect our berries, we are generous! The breeze strokes them, ruffles them from top to bottom, and the birds on each branch are fattening, flying, as if from guests to guests, from one golden peak to another, and they stand to themselves, swaying a little, and admire themselves.

Rain will pour down - and the entire river bank will sparkle. Water flows from the rowan brushes, drop by drop, the berries are red, and the drops are red. Where one berry hung, now there are two, and both are alive. The more rain, the more berries in the forest.

Everything, of course, can become familiar, you get used to everything with time, but this is hard not to notice. Throw up your head and suddenly for yourself, as after a long absence, and as if not with your eyes, but with some kind of inner, spiritual vision, you will see all this beauty in a surprisingly pure, bewitching radiance. You will see, as for the first time, everything anew and rejoice for yourself that you saw. It can never be forgotten either in reality or in a dream. Here it is, our mountain ash!

(200 words.) (According to A. Yashin.)

Blizzard night

It was night and a blizzard was beginning. My hearing caught some strange sounds, as if a quiet whisper or someone's sighs from the street passed through the walls into my small room, two-thirds of which was buried in shadow. It must have been snow blown up by the wind, rustling against the walls of the house and the glass of the windows. Something light and white swept past the window in the air, swept and disappeared, blowing cold on the soul.

I went to the window and looked out into the street, leaning my head, heated by the work of my imagination, against the cold frame. The street was deserted. Every now and then, transparent hazes of snow were blown off the road by the force of the wind and flew up into the air like shreds of a white transparent fabric. There was a flashlight in front of my window. Its light fluttered, fighting the wind, a trembling streak of light stretched in the air like a wide sword, and snow fell from the roofs of houses, flying into this streak, and flying in, flashed in it for a moment with multi-colored sparks. I felt sad and cold to look at this play of the wind. I quickly undressed, put out the lamp and went to bed.

When the fire went out and darkness filled my room, the sounds seemed to be more audible, and the window looked directly at me as a large cloudy white spot. The clock hastily counted the seconds, sometimes the rustle of snow drowned out their impassive work, but then I again heard the sound of seconds falling into eternity. Sometimes they sounded with such distinct clarity, as if the clock was placed in my head.

Autograph in the elevator

A week in our elevator lasted a duel between fans of wall autographs, on the one hand, and employees of the housing office, on the other. Fairly painted, scratched with keys and nails, the elevator was sheathed with new panels. In a conspicuous place was attached a piece of drawing paper with an appeal: “Dear wits! If any of you can't wait to exercise your wits, this piece of paper is at your service." A few days later I saw the first inscription on the wall. It was like a signal. The intelligent attempt of the ZhEK employees failed.

How, in fact, to get through these "draughtsmen"? To say that behind the polished panels is the work of lumberjacks, carpenters, polishers? What are people of other ideas about order, about cleanliness, their inscriptions and drawings insulting, incomprehensible? It probably won't work for everyone. Disrespect for others started earlier. They failed to inculcate the habit of reckoning with the well-being of another, appreciating the work of others.

Others tend to consider these fun in the elevator mischief. But prank and, in the words of Pushkin, "the cheerful cunning of the mind" must be talented, otherwise they turn into vulgarity, into ordinary damage to property. Talented mischief fantasizes, amuses, amuses, and does not defile the public feeling.

Commensurate any of your actions, motivation with how it will affect other people - in this, in my opinion, lies the origins of the education of kindness and humanity.

(209 words.) (According to A. Vasinsky.)

Happiness

In fact, when is a person happy? When he gets what he wants. When is a person very happy? When he achieves what he really wants. The strength of experience depends on the strength of desire. And if a person passionately desires to achieve some goal, if this desire haunts him, if he does not sleep at night because of this passion, then the satisfaction of desire brings him such happiness that the whole world seems to him shining, the earth sings under him .

And even if the goal has not yet been achieved, it is important that a person passionately desires to achieve it, dreams, burns with this dream. Then a person reveals his abilities, recklessly struggles with all obstacles, every step forward showers him with a wave of happiness, every failure whips like a scourge, a person suffers and rejoices, cries and laughs - a person lives. But if there are no such passionate desires, then there is no life. A man without desire pitiful person. He has nowhere to draw life from, he is deprived of the sources of life. And no amount of entertainment can fill the voids of his existence.

Pisarev was absolutely right when he said that the greatest happiness of a person lies in falling in love with such an idea, to which one can devote oneself undividedly without hesitation.

In addition, it is pleasant to devote oneself to a cause that ultimately brings the enrichment of the life of all mankind. A person has no right to rejoice and contribute to deeds from which children wither and the eyes of adults grow dim.

(214 words.) (According to S. Chekmarev.)

love for the sea

The night was dark, thick layers of shaggy clouds were moving across the sky, the sea was calm, black and thick as butter. It breathed a damp, salty aroma and sounded kindly, splashing on the sides of the ships, on the shore, slightly rocking Chelkash's boat. The dark skeletons of ships rose from the sea to a distant space from the coast, piercing into the sky sharp masts with multi-colored lanterns on top. The sea reflected the lights of the lanterns and was dotted with a mass of yellow spots. They fluttered beautifully on his velvet. The sea slept with a healthy, sound sleep of a worker who was very tired during the day.

The clouds crawled slowly, now merging, now overtaking each other, interfered with their colors and shapes, absorbing themselves and reappearing in new outlines, majestic and gloomy ...

He, the thief, loved the sea. His ebullient, nervous nature, greedy for impressions, never got tired of contemplating this dark latitude, boundless, free and powerful. And he was offended to hear such an answer to the question about the beauty of what he loved. Sitting at the stern, he cut the water with the rudder and looked ahead calmly, full of desire to drive long and far along this velvet surface.

A wide, warm feeling always rose in him at the sea, embracing his whole soul, it cleansed it a little of worldly filth. At night, the soft noise of his sleepy breathing floats smoothly over the sea, this immense sound pours calmness into a person’s soul and, gently taming her evil impulses, will give birth to mighty dreams in her ...

(207 words.) (According to M. Gorky.)

Mikhailovskoe and Trigorskoe

The cart drove into the age-old Pine forest. In the grass, on the side of the road, something turned white.

I jumped off the cart, bent down and saw a plank overgrown with bindweed. It had black ink on it. I removed the wet stalks of the bindweed and read the almost forgotten words: “In different years under your canopy, Mikhailovsky groves, I appeared.

Then I came across such boards in the most unexpected places: in the unmowed meadows above Sorotya, on the sandy slopes on the road from Mikhailovsky to Trigorskoye - everywhere simple Pushkin's stanzas sounded from grass, from heather, from dry strawberries. Only leaves, birds and the sky listened to them - the pale and shy Pskov sky: "Farewell, Trigorskoye, where joy met me so many times."

I have traveled almost the whole country, I have seen many places that are amazing and heartbreaking, but none of them possessed such a sudden lyrical power as Mikhailovskoye.

It was hard to imagine that these simple roads with traces of bast shoes, along anthills and knotted roots, Pushkin's riding horse walked and easily carried his silent rider.

I remember forests, lakes, parks and skies. This is almost the only thing that has survived here from Pushkin's times. The local nature is not touched by anyone. She is very well protected. When it was necessary to conduct electricity to the reserve, they decided to lead the wires underground so as not to put up poles. The pillars would immediately destroy the Pushkin charm of these deserted places.

(207 words.) (According to K. Paustovsky.)

Grade 10
Control dictation at the end of the academic year

A drop of heaven on earth

In the forest, tired of the winter burden, when the awakened buds have not yet blossomed, when the woeful stumps of the winter felling have not yet given growth, but are already crying, when the dead brown leaves lie in a layer, when the bare branches do not yet rustle, but only slowly touch each other, unexpectedly the smell of snowdrops!

Barely noticeable, but it is the smell of awakening life, and therefore it is quiveringly joyful, although almost imperceptible. I look around - it turned out that he was nearby. There is a flower on the ground, a tiny drop of heaven, such a simple and frank harbinger of joy and happiness, to whom it is due and accessible. But for everyone, both happy and unhappy, he is now an adornment of life.

This is how it is among us: there is humble people with with a pure heart with great soul. It is they who decorate life, containing all the best that is in humanity: kindness, simplicity, trust. So the snowdrop seems like a drop of heaven on earth.

If I were a writer, I would certainly address it like this: “O restless person! Glory to you forever, thinking, suffering for the sake of the future! If you want to rest your soul, go to the forest in early spring to the snowdrops, and you will see a beautiful dream of reality. Go quickly: in a few days there may not be snowdrops, and you will not be able to remember the magic of the vision given by nature. Snowdrops - fortunately, people say.

(204 words.) (According to G. Troepolsky.)

Grandfather's house

Now, wherever I live, I don’t have even a trace of that hot joyful craving for the city that I had in my youth. On the contrary, more and more often I feel that I miss my grandfather's house.

Maybe because the grandfather's house no longer exists - the old ones have died, and the young ones have moved to the city or closer to it. And when he was, there was still not enough time to go there more often, I kept him in reserve. And now there is no one there, and it seems to me that I have been robbed, that some of my main roots have been chopped off.

Even if I was rarely there, with his very life, with his hearth smoke, with the kind shade of his trees, he helped me from afar, made me bolder and more self-confident. I was almost invulnerable, because part of my life, my beginning was noisy and lived in the mountains. When a person feels his beginning and his continuation, he more generously and correctly disposes of his life and it is more difficult to rob him, because he does not keep all his wealth with him.

I miss my grandfather's house with its large green yard, with an old apple tree, with a green walnut tent. How many unripe apples we knocked down from our old apple tree, how many unripe nuts, covered with a thick green peel with a still delicate shell, with a nucleolus not yet thickened inside!

More and more often I feel like I miss my grandfather's house.

(217 words.) (According to F. Iskander.)

Memories of the motherland

Once, starlings flew to me on a watch, October, autumn, rainy. We raced at night from the coast of Iceland to Norway on a motor ship lit by powerful lights. And in this foggy world, weary constellations arose...

I went out of the cabin to the wing of the bridge: the wind, rain and night immediately became loud. When he raised the binoculars to his eyes, the white superstructures of the ship, rescue whaleboats and birds fluffed by the wind swayed in the glasses. wet lumps. They rushed between the antennas and tried to hide from the wind behind the pipe.

The deck of our ship was chosen by these small fearless birds as a temporary shelter on their long journey to the south. Of course, Savrasov remembered: rooks, spring, there is still snow, and the trees woke up. And everything in general was remembered what happens around us and what happens inside our souls when the Russian spring comes and rooks and starlings arrive. It brings back to childhood.

And let them scold our Russian artists for the old-fashioned and literary plots. The names of Savrasov, Levitan, Serov, Korovin, Kustodiev hide not only the eternal joy of life in art. It is Russian joy that is hidden, with all its tenderness, modesty and depth. And how simple a Russian song is, so simple is painting.

Art is then art when it evokes in a person a feeling of happiness, albeit fleeting. And we are arranged in such a way that the most penetrating happiness arises in us when we feel love for Russia.

(208 words.) (According to V. Konetsky.)

The reason for the arrest of the Magomedov brothers was the transfer of dirt on Karimov to France

The decisive factor for the prosecution of the co-owners of the Summa group, businessmen Ziyavudin and Magomed Magomedov, was the French criminal case against their competitor Suleiman Kerimov. As Dozhd found out, the senator was detained precisely at the suggestion of the Magomedovs, in Moscow this was considered a betrayal.

A source close to the FSB and interlocutors surrounded by Magomedovs and Kerimov told Dozhd about the connection between the arrest of the Magomedovs and the persecution of Kerimov in France.

In 2016, a confrontation began between businessmen for the port of Makhachkala. According to the charter documents, the port is a federal state unitary enterprise. Since 2010, its director has been Akhmed Gadzhiev, brother of the State Duma deputy of the last three convocations Magomed Gadzhiev and close friend Senator Suleiman Kerimov. It was Kerimov who was called the real beneficiary of the port by the media.

In May 2016, Rosmorrechflot unexpectedly decided not to renew the contract with Gadzhiev and appoint a new director, Andrei Gormakh, a native of the Summa group. Until that time, Gormakh was the first deputy head of the United Grain Company (OZK), which was part of the Summa group of the Magomedov brothers. The confrontation between the businessmen lasted almost a year - the port was seized by MMA fighters, and the decisions of Rosmorrechflot regarding the Makhachkala port were canceled by Kerimov's supporters in the Chechen Republic - in the Gudermes city court.

Ziyavudin and Magomed Magomedov

According to Dozhd's interlocutor, close to the leadership of the FSB, the Magomedov brothers decided to deal with this situation and initiate a criminal case against Kerimov. "They gave financial documents about money laundering by Kerimov to the French police,” a source in the security service claims. “They passed it on through their business partner, David Kaplan,” explains Dozhd’s second interlocutor, who is close to the Magomedovs’ entourage.

Magomedovs with businessman Kaplan, "a mysterious oligarch and big capital", was also linked by Forbes in his investigation. And it was after this, according to both sources, that in November 2017 Kerimov was detained in Nice. This version is also confirmed by the interlocutor surrounded by the senator. In France, Kerimov was charged with tax evasion when buying a villa on the Cote d'Azur.

In January, the French authorities released the senator to Moscow for several days. During this visit, he met with the head of the Federation Council, Valentina Matvienko, and explained to her his position on the case. At the same time letters with instructions to French embassy sent well-known businessmen, politicians and top managers of state-owned companies - including billionaire Mikhail Prokhorov and the head of Sberbank German Gref.

Dozhd's sources close to the FSB and to Magomedov's entourage claim that there was an informal personal guarantee from Vladimir Putin, and it was thanks to him that Kerimov was finally allowed to go to Russia. It was important for Kerimov to fly to Moscow in order to collect evidence for his defense. As a result, in June 2018, after seven months, all charges against the senator were dropped.

In March, the Magomedov brothers ended up in the Lefortovo pre-trial detention center in Moscow. “They should have understood everything right away when Kerimov flew to Moscow in the winter, but for some reason they hesitated,” says a source close to them. - But they were really going to leave the country. The plane was already waiting for them to Miami with a filled tank. Now no one will let them go."

Suleiman Kerimov

“This is how to hand over Suleiman! Vladimir Vladimirovich did not like this, he does not like it when our citizens arrange disassemblies with each other abroad, ”an interlocutor close to Kerimov’s entourage told Dozhd. The fact that the Magomedovs' criminal case was a response to their actions in France is also confirmed by a source close to the FSB. According to him, the decision was made "at the very top."

Ziyavutdin Magomedov's lawyer Alexander Gofshtein told Dozhd that he had no data on the confrontation between businessmen. At the same time, he stated that he considered the version that the Magomedovs had passed something to the French police to be “nonsense”.

Now the Magomedovs have been charged with organizing a criminal community, fraud and embezzlement. They are charged with seven episodes in total. total amount damage to the state and regional budget of 2.5 billion rubles. One of the biggest episodes in their case was the withdrawal of money during the construction of the Arena Baltika football stadium. At this construction site, according to investigators, the Magomedovs stole 750 million rubles and almost disrupted the opening of the stadium for the World Cup.

Anastasia Mikhailova, Olga Gladysheva

According to S.I. Alliluyeva, he died without regaining consciousness for a day after drinking with some Georgians. An autopsy revealed the complete destruction of the body by alcohol. He was forty-one years old.

His son and daughter from his first marriage went to the funeral with his third wife Kapitolina, his only friend.

Almost all of Kazan gathered for the funeral... They looked at the children and Kapitolina with surprise: the nurse Masha, who illegally managed to register a marriage with him, assured everyone that she had been his "faithful friend" all her life... She barely let the children go to the coffin .

In Kazan, the grave of General V.I. Dzhugashvili now stands in the cemetery with a pretentious inscription made by Masha - “To the Only One”.

This is how Svetlana described the death of her brother in the book Twenty Letters to a Friend. This book was created in the summer of 1963 in the holiday village of Zhukovka, not far from Moscow, within 35 days. I have already mentioned the history of its writing. The more time passes since then, the more often the reliability of the information given in it is questioned.

So SV Gribanov had objections. Yes, Vasily Stalin was buried in Kazan, at the Arsky cemetery. Svetlana Alliluyeva writes that almost the entire city gathered for the funeral. On the contrary, almost no one was there. Son, daughter, Kapitolina Vasilyeva, and a few curious onlookers gathered at the entrance when the coffin was being carried out. Some "comrades" quickly loaded him into a hearse. Slammed the doors - and on the gases! No speeches, no parting words...

What more!

S.P. Krasikov:

He is buried on the Arsk (Ershov) field-cemetery of Kazan. In the depths of the central alley - the first on the left side is the grave of Vasily Iosifovich Stalin. Twenty-seven times Vasily Stalin went into battle, twenty-seven times he came face to face with death, and only for this he should be honored and respected.

Vladimir Alliluyev says that their family asked N.S. Khrushchev to bury Vasily next to his mother, in a family grave, but did not find any understanding. Vasily Stalin is buried in Kazan. Vladimir Alliluyev is still convinced that this is unfair and Vasily's ashes should lie not in Kazan, but in Moscow, on Novodevichy near his mother, Nadezhda Sergeevna Alliluyeva-Stalina. The dead are not punished...

He was reburied in Moscow. But not next to his mother at Novodevichy, but next to his last wife Maria Nuzberg at the Troekurovsky cemetery. It happened in November 2002. Daughter Tatyana made her way in August 2002 to the Minister of Defense Sergei Ivanov and asked for assistance in reburial of her father. The minister gave the corresponding instruction.

Among the documents of the KGB branch of Kazan, the shortest report I have ever seen was recently discovered: “Reference. The expenses for the funeral of "Flieger" amounted to 426 rubles 05 kopecks.

"Flieger" is none other than Vasily Stalin. Under such a nickname, he passed in the papers of state security. She was not indifferent to him during her stay in the Vladimir prison. As follows from a secret special report by the head of the prison, Lieutenant Colonel Kozik, Vasily Stalin was placed in cell 4-36 with two prisoners (also in cell 58), one of whom, according to Kozik, was "our source."

Perjury. Falsifications. Kompromat Zenkovich Nikolay Aleksandrovich

Now no one will know

Now no one will know

According to S. I. Alliluyeva, he died without regaining consciousness for a day after drinking with some Georgians. An autopsy revealed the complete destruction of the body by alcohol. He was forty-one years old.

His son and daughter from his first marriage went to the funeral with his third wife Kapitolina, his only friend.

Almost all of Kazan gathered for the funeral... They looked at the children and Kapitolina with surprise: the nurse Masha, who illegally managed to register a marriage with him, assured everyone that she had been his "faithful friend" all her life... She barely let the children go to the coffin .

In Kazan, the grave of General V.I. Dzhugashvili now stands in the cemetery with a pretentious inscription made by Masha - “To the Only One”.

This is how Svetlana described the death of her brother in the book Twenty Letters to a Friend. This book was created in the summer of 1963 in the holiday village of Zhukovka, not far from Moscow, within 35 days. I have already mentioned the history of its writing. The more time passes since then, the more often the reliability of the information given in it is questioned.

So S. V. Gribanov had objections. Yes, Vasily Stalin was buried in Kazan, at the Arsky cemetery. Svetlana Alliluyeva writes that almost the entire city gathered for the funeral. On the contrary, almost no one was there. Son, daughter, Kapitolina Vasilyeva, and a few curious onlookers gathered at the entrance when the coffin was being carried out. Some "comrades" quickly loaded him into a hearse. Slammed the doors - and on the gases! No speeches, no parting words...

What more!

S. P. Krasikov:

He is buried on the Arsk (Ershov) field-cemetery of Kazan. In the depths of the central alley - the first on the left side is the grave of Vasily Iosifovich Stalin. Twenty-seven times Vasily Stalin went into battle, twenty-seven times he came face to face with death, and only for this he should be honored and respected.

Vladimir Alliluyev says that their family asked N. S. Khrushchev to bury Vasily next to his mother, in a family grave, but did not find any understanding. Vasily Stalin is buried in Kazan. Vladimir Alliluyev is still convinced that this is unfair and Vasily's ashes should lie not in Kazan, but in Moscow, on Novodevichy near his mother, Nadezhda Sergeevna Alliluyeva-Stalina. The dead are not punished...

He was reburied in Moscow. But not next to his mother at Novodevichy, but next to his last wife Maria Nuzberg at the Troekurovsky cemetery. It happened in November 2002. Daughter Tatyana made her way in August 2002 to the Minister of Defense Sergei Ivanov and asked for assistance in reburial of her father. The minister gave the corresponding instruction.

Among the documents of the KGB branch of Kazan, the shortest report I have ever seen was recently discovered: “Reference. The expenses for the funeral of "Flieger" amounted to 426 rubles 05 kopecks.

"Flieger" is none other than Vasily Stalin. Under such a nickname, he passed in the papers of state security. She was not indifferent to him during her stay in the Vladimir prison. As follows from a secret special report by the head of the prison, Lieutenant Colonel Kozik, Vasily Stalin was placed in cell 4-36 with two prisoners (also in cell 58), one of whom, according to Kozik, was "our source."