There was a crowd of soldiers, some of whom were not wounded. The soldiers walked uphill, breathing heavily, and, despite the appearance of the general, they talked loudly and waved their hands. Ahead, in the smoke, rows of gray overcoats were already visible, and the officer, seeing Bagration, ran screaming after the soldiers marching in a crowd, demanding that they return. Bagration rode up to the ranks, along which here and there shots quickly clicked, drowning out the conversation and shouts of command. All the air was saturated with gunpowder smoke. The faces of the soldiers were all smoked with gunpowder and animated. Others beat them with ramrods, others sprinkled them on the shelves, took out charges from their bags, and still others fired. But whom they were shooting at, this was not visible from the powder smoke, which was not blown away by the wind. Quite often, pleasant sounds of buzzing and whistling were heard. “What is this?” thought Prince Andrei, approaching this crowd of soldiers. “This cannot be an attack, because they do not move; there cannot be a carré: they are not standing like that.” A thin, weak-looking old man, a regimental commander, with a pleasant smile, with eyelids that more than half closed his senile eyes, giving him a meek air, rode up to Prince Bagration and received him as the host of a dear guest. He reported to Prince Bagration that there was a French cavalry attack against his regiment, but that, although this attack was repulsed, the regiment lost more than half of its people. The regimental commander said that the attack was repulsed, giving this military name to what was happening in his regiment; but he really did not himself know what was happening in those half an hour in the troops entrusted to him, and could not say with certainty whether the attack was repulsed or his regiment was defeated by the attack. At the beginning of the action, he only knew that cannonballs and grenades began to fly all over his regiment and beat people, that then someone shouted: "cavalry", and ours began to shoot. And so far they have been shooting not at the cavalry, which disappeared, but at the French foot soldiers, who appeared in the hollow and fired at ours. Prince Bagration bowed his head as a sign that all this was exactly as he wished and assumed. Turning to the adjutant, he ordered him to bring two battalions of the 6th Chasseurs from the mountain, past which they had now passed. Prince Andrei was struck at that moment by the change that had taken place in the face of Prince Bagration. His face expressed that concentrated and happy determination that a person has when he is ready to throw himself into the water on a hot day and takes the last run. There were no sleepy, dull eyes, no feigned thoughtful look: round, hard, hawk-like eyes looked ahead enthusiastically and somewhat contemptuously, obviously not stopping at anything, although his former slowness and measuredness remained in his movements. The regimental commander turned to Prince Bagration, begging him to drive back, as it was too dangerous here. "Have mercy, Your Excellency, for God's sake!" he said, looking for confirmation at the retinue officer, who was turning away from him. "Here, if you please, see!" He let them see the bullets, which incessantly squealed, sang and whistled around them. He spoke in such a tone of request and reproach, with which a carpenter says to a master holding an ax: "Our business is familiar, but you will get your hands wet." He spoke as if he himself could not be killed by these bullets, and his half-closed eyes made his words even more convincing. The staff officer joined in the exhortations of the regimental commander; but Prince Bagration did not answer them and only ordered them to stop firing and line up in such a way as to make room for the two battalions that were approaching. While he was talking like
Prince Bagration, having ridden to the highest point of our right flank, began to descend, where erratic shooting was heard and nothing was visible from the powder smoke. The closer they descended to the hollow, the less they could see, but the more sensitive became the proximity of the real battlefield itself. They began to meet the wounded. One, with a bloody head, without a hat, was dragged by two soldiers by the arms. He wheezed and spat. The bullet hit, apparently, in the mouth or throat. Another, whom he met, was walking briskly alone, without a gun, groaning loudly and waving his hand in fresh pain, from which blood was pouring, like from a bottle, onto his overcoat. His face looked more frightened than hurt. He was wounded a minute ago. Having crossed the road, they began to descend steeply and on the descent they saw several people who were lying; they met a crowd of soldiers, among whom were the wounded. The soldiers walked uphill, breathing heavily, and, despite the appearance of the general, they talked loudly and waved their hands. Ahead, in the smoke, rows of gray overcoats were already visible, and the officer, seeing Bagration, ran screaming after the soldiers marching in a crowd, demanding that they return. Bagration rode up to the ranks, along which here and there shots quickly clicked, drowning out the conversation and shouts of command. All the air was saturated with gunpowder smoke. The faces of the soldiers were all smoked with gunpowder and animated. Others beat them with ramrods, others poured them onto the shelves, took out charges from their bags, and still others fired. But whom they were shooting at, this was not visible from the powder smoke, which was not blown away by the wind. Quite often, pleasant sounds of buzzing and whistling were heard. "What it is? - thought Prince Andrei, driving up to this crowd of soldiers. "It can't be a chain because they're in a pile!" There can't be an attack because they don't move; there can’t be squares: they don’t cost like that. ” A thin, weak-looking old man, a regimental commander, with a pleasant smile, with eyelids that more than half closed his senile eyes, giving him a meek air, rode up to Prince Bagration and received him as the host of a dear guest. He reported to Prince Bagration that there was a French cavalry attack against his regiment, but that, although this attack was repulsed, the regiment lost more than half of its people. The regimental commander said that the attack was repulsed, giving this military name to what was happening in his regiment; but he really did not himself know what was going on during those half an hour in the troops entrusted to him, and could not say with certainty whether the attack was repelled, or whether his regiment was defeated by the attack. At the beginning of the action, he only knew that cannonballs and grenades began to fly all over his regiment and beat people, that then someone shouted: “Cavalry,” and ours began to shoot. And so far they have been shooting not at the cavalry, which disappeared, but at the French foot soldiers, who appeared in the hollow and fired at ours. Prince Bagration bowed his head as a sign that all this was exactly as he wished and assumed. Turning to the adjutant, he ordered him to bring two battalions of the 6th Chasseurs from the mountain, past which they had now passed. Prince Andrei was struck at that moment by the change that had taken place in the face of Prince Bagration. His face expressed that concentrated and happy determination that a person has when he is ready to throw himself into the water on a hot day and takes the last run. There were no sleepy, dull eyes, no feigned thoughtful look: round, hard, hawkish eyes enthusiastically and somewhat contemptuously looked ahead, obviously not stopping at anything, although his movements remained the same slowness and regularity. The regimental commander turned to Prince Bagration, begging him to drive back, as it was too dangerous here. “Have mercy, your Excellency, for God's sake! he said, looking for confirmation at the retinue officer, who was turning away from him. “Here, if you please, see!” He let them see the bullets, which incessantly squealed, sang and whistled around them. He spoke in such a tone of request and reproach, with which a carpenter says to a master holding an ax: “Our business is familiar, but you will get your hands wet.” He spoke as if he himself could not be killed by these bullets, and his half-closed eyes made his words even more convincing. The staff officer joined in the exhortations of the regimental commander; but Prince Bagration did not answer them and only ordered them to stop firing and line up in such a way as to make room for the two battalions that were approaching. While he was talking, as if by an invisible hand stretched from right to left, from the rising wind, a canopy of smoke that hid the hollow, and the opposite mountain with the French moving along it opened up before them. All eyes were involuntarily fixed on this French column, moving towards them and meandering along the ledges of the terrain. The furry hats of the soldiers were already visible; it was already possible to distinguish officers from privates; one could see how their banner fluttered on the staff. “They are going well,” said someone in Bagration’s retinue. The head of the column had already descended into the hollow. The collision must have happened on this side of the descent... The remnants of our regiment, which was in action, hastily forming up, retreated to the right; because of them, dispersing the stragglers, two battalions of the 6th Chasseurs approached harmoniously. They had not yet caught up with Bagration, but a heavy, heavy step was already heard, beaten in the leg by the whole mass of people. From the left flank, the company commander walked closest to Bagration, a round-faced, stately man with a stupid, happy expression on his face, the same one who ran out of the booth. He apparently did not think of anything at that moment, except that he would pass by the authorities as a fine fellow. With fruity self-satisfaction, he walked lightly on muscular legs, as if he were swimming, stretching himself without the slightest effort and differing in this lightness from the heavy step of the soldiers walking along his step. He carried at his foot a thin, narrow sword (a bent skewer that did not look like a weapon) at his foot, and, looking now at his superiors, then back, without losing his step, flexibly turned around with his whole strong camp. It seemed that all the forces of his soul were aimed at the best way walk past the authorities, and feeling that he was doing this job well, he was happy. “Left ... left ... left ...” - he seemed to say inwardly with every step, and according to this tact with variously strict faces, a wall of soldier figures, weighed down with satchels and guns, moved, as if each of these hundreds of soldiers mentally every step he would say: “Left ... left ... left ...” The fat major, puffing and breaking his step, went around the bush along the road; a lagging soldier, out of breath, with a frightened face for his malfunction, was trotting up to the company; the ball, pressing the air, flew over the head of Prince Bagration and his retinue and in time: “Left - left!” hit the column. "Close up!" - I heard the flaunting voice of the company commander. The soldiers circled something in the place where the shot had fallen, and the old gentleman, a flank non-commissioned officer, lagging behind near the dead, caught up with his line, jumped up, changed his foot, fell into step and looked around angrily. “Left...left...left...” — seemed to be heard because of the menacing silence and the monotonous sound of feet hitting the ground at the same time. - Well done guys! - said Prince Bagration. “For the sake of ... ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! ..” - was heard through the ranks. A gloomy soldier walking on the left, shouting, looked round at Bagration with an expression as if saying: "We know ourselves"; the other, without looking back and as if afraid of being entertained, with his mouth open, shouted and passed. They were ordered to stop and take off their knapsacks. Bagration rode around the rows that passed by him and dismounted from his horse. He gave the Cossack the reins, took off and handed over the cloak, straightened his legs and straightened his cap on his head. The head of the French column, with the officers in front, appeared from behind the mountain. - With God blessing! - Bagration said in a firm, audible voice, turned for a moment to the front and, waving his arms slightly, with the awkward step of a cavalryman, as if laboring, went forward across the uneven field. Prince Andrei felt that some irresistible force was drawing him forward, and he felt great happiness. The French were already close; already Prince Andrei, walking next to Bagration, clearly distinguished the bandages, red epaulettes, even the faces of the French. (He clearly saw one old French officer, who, with his twisted legs in boots, holding on to the bushes, was with difficulty walking uphill.) Prince Bagration did not give a new order and still silently walked in front of the ranks. Suddenly, one shot crackled between the French, then another, then a third ... and smoke spread through all the disorganized enemy ranks and the firing crackled. Several of our men fell, including the round-faced officer who walked so cheerfully and diligently. But at the same moment as the first shot rang out, Bagration looked around and shouted: "Hurrah!" "Hurrah-ah-ah-ah!" - a drawn-out cry resounded along our line, and, overtaking Prince Bagration and each other, our discordant, but cheerful and lively crowd ran downhill after the upset French.Among the heroes of the epic novel L.N. Tolstoy, one can distinguish a number real characters which emphasize the reality of the events taking place. One of these heroes is Bagration - a famous Russian military leader, prince, hero Patriotic War 1812. Representing external characteristic hero, Tolstoy describes Bagration as "short, with oriental type hard and motionless face, dry, not yet old man. In the novel, he leads the battle of Shengraben, it was Bagration who was blessed by Kutuzov to save the army. The task of the commander's detachment was to delay the French to join the Russian troops. Kutuzov says to Bagration: "I bless you for a great feat." And the hero does his duty. Before the Battle of Shengraben, the commander is depicted as mortally tired, “with half-closed, cloudy, as if sleepy eyes”, “immovable face”, which is completely indifferent to what is happening around him.
However, as soon as the battle began, his appearance changed dramatically: “There were no sleepy, dull eyes, no feigned thoughtful look: round, hard, hawkish eyes enthusiastically and somewhat contemptuously looked ahead, obviously not stopping at anything, although his movements remained the same slowness and measuredness. The hero is not afraid of danger, he becomes one with the officers and ordinary soldiers. The mere presence of Bagration on the battlefield helps the fighters. The hero is loved and respected for his courage and determination. At the moment of the onset of the most decisive stage of the battle, Bagration does not give any visible orders, but he dismounts and goes into battle, being the leader of the entire army. With his personal example, he inspires the soldiers near Shengraben and leads them on the attack. The author wants to emphasize the talent of Bagration the commander, who always knows what he wants, and also knows by what means to achieve the goal. For all the seeming inactivity in the battle of Shengraben, the behavior of the commander is only a subtle strategic move: he tries not to interfere with the natural course of events.
The character of the military leader is firm and resolute, he is honest and uncompromising. Even before the battle of Austerlitz, we see Bagration as a principled warrior who does not want to participate in the military council, because he considers it meaningless.
Tolstoy, who had been in the war and experienced its hardships, treated it as a crime, which is “contrary to the human mind and all human nature". The author believes that real heroism is modest and inconspicuous, it is not put on display, on the contrary, true heroes in the novel they have emphatically clumsy features, the absence of a commanding voice. They behave like ordinary soldiers. This is how Bagration is portrayed. However, thanks to the use artistic details the reader is clear about the role played by the commander, one feels his heroism and fearlessness, the desire to win at any cost. So, we see the manifestation of the heroism of Bagration during the battle of Austerlitz, during the battle with the enemy, clearly twice as strong Russian army. He, conducting a retreat, was able to withdraw his entire column from the battlefield undisturbed. During a dinner in honor of Bagration, according to the author, "honor was given to a fighting, simple, without connections and intrigues, Russian soldier ...". But, brave and resolute in battle, the hero is shy and timid in secular society. At a dinner in his honor, the commander feels embarrassed: “He walked, not knowing where to put his hands, shyly and awkwardly, along the reception parquet: it was more familiar and easier for him to walk under bullets on a plowed field, as he walked in front of the Kursk regiment in Shengraben” .
Bagration, according to Tolstoy, is the ideal of a "people's" commander. He knows how to influence soldiers and officers. His very presence in military positions helps to raise their morale. When Bagration has to act, everything personal disappears for him. Describing this hero, it is even difficult to use such words as restraint, courage, calmness, which characterize heroic behavior. Bagration - a common person, with their human weaknesses, he is not brave, he is not calm, not restrained, but not tense either. He is simply natural, he does his job, guided only by a sense of duty and honor. Bagration is not afraid to face death, he does not even have fear in his thoughts, therefore there is no hesitation in actions, because he does everything he can, under the influence of the course of events and his own human feelings.
No plant makes such an impression as the baobab, although itsabsurdity Andclumsiness are striking. This tree is a symbol of tropical Africa and a sourcetall tales and fairy tales. Baobablow , but stories about its thickness causemistrust . In Tanzania, the baobab grows, the circumference of which is more than 40 meters. coveredirregularities the bark is pinkish-gray and resembles the skin of an elephant. There is a recess at the topno bath , but a whole pool filled with water during the rainy season. In October, beautiful white flowers appear on the trees along with the leaves.
Text style: journalistic, as the text resembles a certain article about a baobab. I would also classify this text as an artistic style, since the text contains a description of the baobab, and tint words and metaphor are used.
Theme: baobab.
Choose the words that are not used without NOT.
A)indignation
B) (not) attentiveness
IN) ignoramus
D) (in)literacy
D)slave
E) forget-me-not
Choose examples of separate spelling NOT with nouns:
A)Illiteracy - a sign of an uncivilized person.
B)Not literacy helped you today, but perseverance.
IN)Not a friend you are just a companion to me.
G)Foe won't sympathize.
D)Not happiness I experienced a rather momentary weakness.
E)Misfortune messed up all our plans.
Open the brackets, graphically indicate the spelling.
Careless letter,not at all hot day,not daddy briefcase, low trees, But sprawling,not attentive but scattered student,far from nice procedure,shallow well,Absolutely not strict teacher, ringnot golden , far from dangerous trick,non-residential apartment,dim, but Nice dress,not grandma's handkerchief,unflattering reviews,no one necessary book,not dark but Moonlight night.
Open parenthesis. Spread the participles with dependent words. Write in the pattern.Sample. Unread book - unread book
backlog - work not done by the student
sleepy child - sleepy child due to noise
failed performance - a performance that did not take place for some reason
non-heating sun - non-heating sun
ice-free stream - a stream that does not freeze in winter
failed task - task not completed by the student
unbuilt house - a house not built by builders
unread letter - unread letter by me
Open the brackets, changing the phrases according to the model.
Sample. Unread Book - The book has not been read.
uncut grass - grass not cut
unwritten fairy tale - fairy tale not written
unplowed meadow - meadow not plowed
unheard silence - unheard silence
device not created - device not created
unexplored paragraph - paragraph not explored
undug hole - not dug hole
unsown flowers - flowers not sown
raw field - the field is not processed
Open the brackets, inserting antonyms instead of asterisks.
Sample. (Not) descending, but *** elevator. - Not descending, but ascending elevator.
not flourishing, but fading plants.
not reduced, but enlarged numbers.
Not collected but scattered toys.
Not dark, but clarified scene.
not receding, but approaching train.
