And in the second season, that is, in the third year from the birth of Bim, Ivan Ivanovich introduced him to the forest. It was very interesting for both the dog and the owner.
In the meadows and on the field, everything is clear there: space, grass, bread, the owner is always visible, shuttle in a wide search, search, find, make a stand and wait for the order. Charm! But here, in the forest, it's a completely different matter.
Was early spring.
When they first came evening dawn was just beginning, and it was already twilight among the trees, although the leaves had not yet appeared. Everything below is in dark tones: trunks, last year's dark brown leaves, brown-gray dry grass stalks, even rose hips, deep ruby in autumn, now, having endured the winter, seemed like coffee beans.
The branches made a slight noise from the light wind, they seemed to feel each other liquidly and barely, now touching the ends, now slightly touching the middle of the branches: is it alive? The tops of the trunks swayed gently - the trees seemed alive, even without leaves. Everything was mysteriously rustling and densely fragrant: both the trees and the foliage underfoot, soft, with the spring smell of forest land, and Ivan Ivanovich's steps, cautious and quiet. His boots rustled too, and the footprints smelled much stronger than in the field. Behind every tree is something unfamiliar, mysterious. That is why Bim did not leave Ivan Ivanovich further than twenty steps: he would run forward - to the left, to the right - and roll back and look in the face, asking: “Why did we get here?”
- Don't you understand what's what? Ivan Ivanovich guessed. - You will understand, Bimka, you will understand. Wait a little.
And so they went, looking after each other.
But then they stopped in a wide clearing, at the intersection of two clearings: roads on all four sides. Ivan Ivanovich stood behind a hazel bush, facing the dawn, and looked up. Beam also began to look out there.
It was light above, but here, below, it was getting darker and darker. Someone rustled through the forest and fell silent. It rustled again and then quieted down again. Bim clung to the leg of Ivan Ivanovich - so he asked: “What is there? Who's there? Shall we go and see?"
“A hare,” the owner said in a barely audible voice. It's all right, Beam. Fine. Hare. Let him run.
Well, if it's "good", then everything is in order. “Hare” is also understandable: more than once, when Bim stumbled upon the trail of an animal, this word was repeated to him. And once he saw the hare himself, tried to catch up with him, but earned a strict warning and was punished. It is forbidden!
Suddenly, someone upstairs, invisible and unknown, grunted: “Chorus-choir! .. Chorus-chorus! .. Chorus-chorus! ..” Bim heard this first and shuddered. The owner too. Both looked up, only up... Suddenly, against the background of a crimson-bluish dawn, a bird appeared along the clearing. She flew right at them, occasionally screaming as if it were not a bird, but an animal, flying and croaking. But it was still a bird. It seemed large, but the wings were completely silent (not like a quail, a partridge or a duck). In a word, the unfamiliar flew overhead.
Ivan Ivanovich raised his gun. Bim, as if on command, lay down, not taking his eyes off the bird ... In the forest, the shot was so sharp and strong that Bim had never heard before. The echo swept through the forest and died far, far away.
The bird fell into the bushes, but friends quickly found it. Ivan Ivanovich put it in front of Bim and said:
- Meet brother: woodcock. - And he repeated again: - Woodcock.
Bim sniffed, touched with his paw a long nose, then sat down, trembling and moving his front paws in surprise. Of course, this is what he said to himself: “I haven’t seen such noses yet. This is really no-os!”
And the forest was slightly noisy, but quieter and quieter. Then it completely calmed down somehow at once, as if someone invisible lightly waved a mighty wing over the trees in last time: Enough noise. The branches became motionless, the trees seemed to fall asleep, except that occasionally shuddering in the semi-darkness.
Three more woodcocks also flew by, but Ivan Ivanovich did not fire. Although they no longer saw the latter in the dark, but only heard a voice, Bim was surprised: why a friend did not shoot even at those that are clearly visible. From this Bim was worried. And Ivan Ivanovich either simply looked up, or, looking down, listened to the silence. Both were silent.
That's when no words are needed - neither to a person, nor even to a dog!
Only in the end, before leaving, Ivan Ivanovich said:
- All right, Beam! Life starts again. Spring.
By intonation, Bim realized that his friend was now pleased. And he poked his nose into his knee, wagging his tail: well, they say, what are we talking about!
... The second time they came here late in the morning, but without a gun.
Fragrant swollen birch buds, powerful smells of roots, the thinnest streams from breaking grass sprouts - all this was amazingly new and delightful. The sun pierced through and through everything in the forest, except for the pine forest, and even that in some places was cut with golden rays. And it was quiet. Most importantly, it was quiet. How good is the spring morning silence in the forest!
This time Beam became bolder: everything is perfectly visible (not like then, at dusk). And he rushed through the forest to his heart's content, not losing sight of his master, however. Everything was great.
Finally Beam stumbled upon a thread of woodcock smell. And pulled. And made a classic rack. Ivan Ivanovich sent "forward", but he had nothing to shoot with. Moreover, he ordered to lie down, as it should be when a bird takes off. Absolutely incomprehensible: sees the owner or not?
Beam looked sideways at him until he was convinced that he sees.
On the second woodcock, everything turned out the same. Beam now nevertheless expressed something similar to resentment: a wary look, a run to the side, even attempts to disobey - in a word, discontent was brewing and looking for a way out. That is why Bim chased the woodcock that had already taken off, the third already, like an ordinary mongrel. But you can’t go far for a woodcock: it flashed in the branches, and it’s gone. Bim returned dissatisfied, and besides, he was also punished. Well, he lay down to the side and took a deep breath (dogs are great at doing this).
All this could still be endured, if not for the addition of a second offense. Beam this time discovered a new flaw in the owner - a perverted instinct: already insane, and even ...
And it was like that.
Ivan Ivanovich stopped and looked, looked around and sniffed (there too!). Then he stepped up to the tree, sat down and quietly, with one finger, stroked the flower, such a tiny one (for Ivan Ivanovich it is almost odorless, but for Bim smelly to the point of impossibility). And what is in that flower for him? But the owner sat and smiled. Beam, of course, pretended that he also seemed to be fine, but this was only out of respect for the individual, but in fact he was quite surprised.
- Look, look, Bim! exclaimed Ivan Ivanovich, and tilted the dog's nose to the flower.
Bim could no longer endure this - he turned away. Then he immediately walked away and lay down in the clearing, expressing one thing with his whole appearance: “Well, smell your flower!” The discrepancies required an urgent showdown, but the owner laughed into Bim's eyes with a happy laugh. And it was embarrassing. “Me too, laughing!”
And he again to the flower:
- Hello, first!
Beam understood exactly: “hello” was not said to him.
Jealousy crept into the dog's soul, so to speak, that's what happened. Although relations seemed to improve at home, the day turned out to be unsuccessful for Bim: there was game - they didn’t shoot, he ran after the bird himself - they punished him, and even - that flower. No, after all, even a dog's life is like a dog's, for it lives under the hypnosis of three "pillars": "no", "back", "good".
Only they did not know, neither Bim nor Ivan Ivanovich, that once this day, if they remembered, would have seemed to them great happiness.
Owner's Notes
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, - suddenly came the smell of snowdrops! Barely noticeable, but this 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 blue sky, 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 humans: there is humble people With with a pure heart, “inconspicuous” and “small”, but with a huge 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 ...
A few days later (yesterday) Bim and I were at the same place. The sky has sprinkled the forest with thousands of blue drops. I search, I look out: where is he, the very first, the most daring? It seems that here he is. Is he or isn't he? Don't know. There are so many of them that one can no longer notice, cannot be found - he was lost among those following him, mixed with them. But he is so small, but heroic, so quiet, but so assertive that, it seems, it was he who was frightened by the last frosts, gave up, throwing out the white flag of the last hoarfrost at the edge of the early dawn. Life is going.
... But Bim cannot understand any of this. Even offended the first time, jealous. However, when there were already many flowers, even then he did not pay attention to them. During the training, he behaved - not so hot: he was upset without a gun. We are at different stages of development, but very, very close. Nature creates according to a stable law: the need for one in the other, from the simplest to highly developed life, everywhere - this law ... How could I endure such a terrible loneliness if there was no Bim?
How I needed her! She also loved snowdrops. The past is like a dream...
Isn't the dream real? Isn't it a dream - yesterday's spring forest with blueness on the ground? Well: blue dreams are a divinely healing medicine, albeit a temporary one. Of course, temporary. For even if writers preached only blue dreams, moving away from gray color, then humanity would stop worrying about the future, accepting the present as eternal and future. The lot of doom in time lies in the fact that the present should only become the past. It is not in the power of man to order: “Sun, stop!” Time is unstoppable, unstoppable and inexorable. Everything is in time and movement. And the one who seeks only stable peace is already in the past, whether he is a young guardian of himself or an elderly one - age does not matter. Blue has its own sound, it sounds like peace, oblivion, but only temporary, just for rest; moments like this should never be missed.
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. Go get some rest. Snowdrops - fortunately, people say.
... And Bim is sleeping. And he sees a dream: he jerks his legs - he runs in a dream. This snowdrops "do not care": he sees blue only in gray (this is how a dog's vision is arranged). Nature has created, as it were, a detractor of reality. Go and convince him, dear friend, to see from a human point of view. Even cut off your head, but you will see in your own way. Completely independent dog.
And in the second season, that is, in the third year from the birth of Bim, Ivan Ivanovich introduced him to the forest. It was very interesting for both the dog and the owner. In the meadows and on the field, everything is clear there: space, grass, bread, the owner is always visible, shuttle in a wide search, search, find, make a stand, wait for an order. Charm! But here, in the forest, it's a completely different matter. It was early spring. When they first came, the evening dawn was just beginning, and between the trees it was already dusk, although the leaves had not yet appeared. Everything below is in dark tones: trunks, last year's dark brown leaves, brown-gray dry grass stalks, even rose hips, densely ruby in autumn, now, having endured the winter, seemed to be coffee beans. The branches made a slight noise from the light wind, they seemed to feel each other liquidly and barely, now touching the ends, now slightly touching the middle of the branches: is it alive? The tops of the trunks swayed gently - the trees seemed alive even without leaves. Everything was mysteriously rustling and richly fragrant: both the trees and the foliage underfoot, soft, with the spring smell of forest land, and Ivan Ivanovich's steps, cautious and quiet. His boots rustled too, and the footprints smelled much stronger than in the field. Behind every tree is something unfamiliar, mysterious. That is why Bim did not leave Ivan Ivanych for more than twenty steps: he would run forward - to the left, to the right - and roll back, look into his face, asking: "Why did we get here?" - Don't you understand what's what? Ivan Ivanovich guessed. - You will understand, Bimka, you will understand. Wait a little. And so they went, looking after each other. But then they stopped in a wide clearing, at the intersection of two lanes: roads on all four sides. Ivan Ivanovich stood behind a hazel bush, facing the dawn, and looked up. Beam also began to look out there. It was light above, but here, below, it was getting darker and darker. Someone rustled through the forest and quieted down. It rustled again and then quieted down again. Bim clung to Ivan Ivanovich's leg - so he asked: "What is there? Who is there? Maybe let's go and see?" “A hare,” the owner said in a barely audible voice. It's all right, Beam. Fine. Hare. Let him run. Well, if "good", then everything is in order. “Hare” is also understandable: more than once, when Bim stumbled upon the trail of an animal, this word was repeated to him. And once I saw the hare itself, tried to catch up with him, but earned a stern warning and was punished. It is forbidden! So, a hare rustled nearby. And then what? Suddenly, at the top, someone, invisible and unknown, grunted: “Chorus! .. Chorus! The owner too. Both looked up, only up... Suddenly, against the background of a crimson-bluish dawn, a bird appeared along the clearing. She flew right at them, occasionally screaming as if it were not a bird, but an animal, flying and croaking. But it was still a bird. It seemed large, but the wings were completely silent (not like a quail, a partridge or a duck). In a word, the unfamiliar flew up. Ivan Ivanovich raised his gun. Bim, as if on cue, lay down without taking his eyes off the bird... In the forest, the shot was so sharp and strong that Bim had never heard before. The echo swept through the forest and died far away. The bird fell into the bushes, but friends quickly found it. Ivan Ivanych put it in front of Bim and said: - Meet, brother: v_a_l_b_d_sh_n_e_p. - And once again repeated: -Woodcock. Bim sniffed, touched his long nose with his paw, then sat down, trembling and turning his front paws in surprise. Of course, this is what he said to himself: “I haven’t seen such noses yet. This is really no-os!” And the forest was slightly noisy, but quieter and quieter. Then it completely calmed down somehow at once, as if someone invisible lightly waved a mighty wing above the trees for the last time: enough rustle. The branches became motionless, the trees seemed to fall asleep, except that occasionally shuddering in the semi-darkness. Three more woodcocks also flew by, but Ivan Ivanovich did not fire. Although they no longer saw the latter in the dark, but only heard a voice, Bim was surprised: why a friend did not shoot even at those that are clearly visible. Because of this, Beam was worried. And Ivan Ivanovich either simply looked up, or, looking down, listened to the silence. Both were silent. That's when no words are needed - neither to a person, nor even to a dog! Only in the end, before leaving, Ivan Ivanovich said: well, Bim! Life starts again. Spring. By intonation, Bim realized that his friend was now pleased. And he jabbed his nose into his knee, wagging his tail: well, they say, what are we talking about! ... The second time they came here late in the morning, but without a gun. Fragrant swollen birch buds, powerful smells of roots, the finest streams from breaking grass sprouts - all this was amazingly new and delightful. The sun pierced through and through everything in the forest, except for the pine forest, and in some places it was cut with golden rays. And it was quiet. Most importantly, it was quiet. How good is the spring morning silence in the forest! This time Beam became bolder: everything is perfectly visible (not like then at dusk). And he rushed through the forest to his heart's content, not losing sight of the owner, however. Everything was great. Finally Beam stumbled upon a thread of woodcock smell. And pulled. Made a classic stand. Ivan Ivanovich sent "forward", but he had nothing to shoot with. Moreover, he ordered to lie down, as it should be when a bird takes off. Absolutely incomprehensible: sees the owner or not? Bim looked askance at him until he was convinced - he sees. On the second woodcock, everything turned out the same. Bim now nevertheless expressed something similar to resentment: a wary look, a sideways run, even attempts to disobey - in a word, discontent was brewing and was looking for a way out. That is why Bim chased the woodcock that took off, the third already, like an ordinary mongrel. But you can’t run far behind a woodcock: it flashed in the branches, and it’s gone. Bim returned dissatisfied, but who else was punished. Well, he lay down to the side and took a deep breath (dogs are great at doing this). All this could still be endured if the second insult had not been added. Beam this time discovered a new flaw in the owner - a perverted instinct: already insensible, and even ... But it was like this. Ivan Ivanovich stopped and looked, looked around and sniffed (even there!). Then he stepped up to the tree, sat down, and quietly, with one finger, stroked the flower, such a tiny one (for Ivan Ivanovich it was almost odorless, but for Bim it was stinking to the point of impossibility). And what is in that flower for him? But the owner sat and smiled. Beam, of course, pretended that he, too, seemed to be fine, but this was only out of respect for the individual, but in fact he was not a little surprised. - You look, look, Bim! Ivan Ivanovich exclaimed, and tilted the dog's nose to the flower. Bim could no longer endure this - he turned away. Then he immediately walked away and lay down in the clearing, expressing one thing with his whole appearance: "Well, smell your flower!" The discrepancies required an urgent showdown, but the owner laughed into Bim's eyes with a happy laugh. And it was embarrassing. "Me too, laughs!" And he again to the flower: - Hello, first! Beam understood exactly: "Hello" was not said to him. Jealousy crept into the dog's soul, so to speak, that's what happened. Although relations seemed to improve at home, the day turned out to be unsuccessful for Bim: there was game - they didn’t shoot, he ran after the bird himself - they punished him, and even that flower. No, after all, even a dog's life is like a dog's, for it lives under the hypnosis of three "pillars": "no", "back", "good". Only they, neither Bim nor Ivan Ivanovich, knew that once this day, if they remembered, would have seemed to them great happiness. the shoots have not yet sprouted, but they 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, - suddenly there was the smell of a snowdrop! Barely noticeable, but this 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 the blue sky, such a simple and frank harbinger of joy and happiness, to whom it is due and accessible. But for everyone, both happy and unfortunate, he is now the decoration of life. This is how it is among us humans: there are modest people with a pure heart, "imperceptible" and "small", but with a huge soul. They adorn life, containing all the best that is in humanity - kindness, simplicity, trust. So the snowdrop seems like a drop of heaven on earth ... And a few days later (yesterday) Bim and I were at the same place. The sky has sprinkled the forest with thousands of blue drops. I search, I look out: where is he, the very first, the most daring? It seems that here he is. Is he or isn't he? Don't know. There are so many of them that one can no longer notice, cannot be found - he was lost among those following him, mixed with them. But he is so small, but heroic, so quiet, but so assertive that, it seems, it was he who was frightened by the last frosts, gave up, throwing out the white flag of the last frost on the edge of the early dawn. Life is going. ... But Bim can't understand any of this. Even offended the first time, jealous. However, when there were already many flowers, even then he paid no attention to them. During the training, he behaved - not so hot: he was upset without a gun. We are at different stages of development, but very, very close. Nature creates according to a stable law: the need for one in the other, starting with the simplest and ending with a highly developed life, everywhere is this law ... How could I endure such a terrible loneliness if it were not for was Bima? ... How I needed _o_n_a_! _O_n_a_ also loved snowdrops. The past is like a dream ... Isn't it a dream - the present? Isn't it a dream - yesterday's spring forest with blueness on the ground? Well: blue dreams are a divinely healing medicine, albeit a temporary one. Of course, temporary. For even if the writers preached only blue dreams, moving away from the gray color, then humanity would stop worrying about the future, accepting the present as eternal and future. The lot of doom in time lies in the fact that the present should only become the past. It is not in the power of man to order: "Sun, stop!" Time is unstoppable, unstoppable and inexorable. Everything is in time and movement. And the one who seeks only stable peace is already in the past, whether he is a young guardian of himself or an elderly person - age does not matter. Blue has its own sound, it sounds like peace, oblivion, but only temporary, just for relaxation, such moments should never be missed. If I were a writer, I would definitely turn like this: “O restless person! Glory to you forever, thinking, suffering for the future! If you want to rest your soul, go to the snowdrops in early spring, and you will see a beautiful dream of reality. There may not be days of snowdrops, and you will not be able to remember the magic of the vision given by nature. Go and rest. Snowdrops - fortunately, people say. " ... And Bim is sleeping. And he sees a dream: he jerks his legs - he runs in a dream. This snowdrops "do not care": he sees blue only in gray (this is how a dog's vision is arranged). Nature has created, as it were, a detractor of reality. Go and convince him, dear friend, to see from a human point of view. Even cut off your head, but you will see in your own way. Completely independent dog.3. BIM'S FIRST ENEMY The summer passed, cheerful for Bim, joyful, filled with friendship by Sivan Ivanovich. Hiking in meadows and swamps (without a gun), sunny days, swimming, quiet evenings on the banks of the river - what else does any dog need? You don't need anything, that's for sure. During training and coaching, they also met with hunters. With these acquaintance occurred immediately, because with each person there was a dog. Even before the owners converged, both dogs ran to each other and briefly talked in dog language of gestures and glances: "Who are you: he or she?" - Bim asked, sniffing the corresponding places (of course, for the sake of formality). “You see for yourself what to ask,” she answered. "What's up?" - Beam asked cheerfully. "We are working!" - Screeching, the interlocutor answered, coquettishly jumping on all four paws. After that, they rushed to the owners and then one, then the other reported on their acquaintance. When both hunters sat down to talk in the shade of a bush or tree, the dogs frolicked to the point that the tongue did not fit in the vort. Then they lay down near the hosts and listened to a quiet sincere conversation. Other people, except hunters, were of little interest to Bim: people, and all. They are good. But not hunters! But these dogs are different. One day in the meadow he met a shaggy little dog, half the size, so black. We greeted each other discreetly, without coquetry. Yes, and what kind of coquetry is there if a new acquaintance answered the usual list of questions for such cases, lazily waving her tail: "I'm hungry." She smelled like a mouse from her mouth. And Beam asked in surprise, sniffing her lips: "Have you eaten a mouse?" "I ate a mouse," she replied. "I'm hungry." And she began to gnaw on the white, knotty root of the reeds. Bim wanted to try the reed root, but she, protesting, said the same thing: "I'm hungry." Bim waited while sitting while she gnawed everything, and invited her with him. Taposhla unquestioningly, priruhivaya after him, disheveled, but clean (apparently, she loved to swim, like most dogs, which is why they are never dirty in the summer, even homeless). Beam led her to the owner, who had been following the acquaintance of his friend from afar. But Shaggy did not immediately believe the stranger, but sat down at a distance, despite the fact that Bim ran across from the owner to her and back, calling her, convincing her. Ivan Ivanovich took off his knapsack, pulled out a sausage, cut off a small piece and threw it to Shaggy: - To me, to me, Shaggy. To me. The piece fell about three meters from her. She, carefully stepping over, reached out, ate it and sat down right there. Closer with the next piece. And then she ate already at the feet of a person, she even allowed herself to be stroked, although with caution. Bim and Ivan Ivanovich gave her all the sausage ring: the owner threw the pieces, but Bim did not interfere with Shaggy to eat. Everything is ordinary: throw a piece - it will come closer, throw the second - even closer, with the third, fourth - it will already seem at the foot and will serve faithfully. Ivan Ivanovich thought so. He felt Shaggy, patted her withers, and said: - Nose cold - healthy. This is good. - And he gave the command to both: - Come, come! The shaggy girl did not understand such words, but when she saw how Bim soared like a shuttle through the grass, she realized: she had to run. And of course, they jumped like a dog so that Bim even forgot why he was here. Ivan Ivanovich did not object, but went on and on, whistling. Shaggy accompanied her to the city without any, but on the outskirts she unexpectedly sat down on the side of the road and - from her place. Called, invited - does not go. So I remained sitting, following them with my eyes. Ivan Ivanovich made a mistake - not every dog can be bought with bait. Bim did not know and could not know that Shaggy also had owners, that they lived in their little house that the street where the house was was completely demolished, and the owners of Shaggy were given an apartment on the fifth floor with all the conveniences. In a word, Shaggy was left to the mercy of fate. But she found one new house , and the door of the owner, and there they beat her and drove her away. Here she lives alone. He walks around the city only at night, like most stray dogs. Ivan Ivanovich guessed everything, but it was impossible to tell Bim something. Bim simply did not want to leave her: he looked back. Bim paused and turned his gaze to Ivan Ivanovich. But he walked and walked. If he knew how bitter fate would bring Bim and Shaggy, if he knew when and where they would meet, he would not be walking so calmly now. But the future is unknown even to man. ... The third summer has passed. A good summer for Bim, and a good one for Ivan Ivanych. One night the owner closed the window and said: - Frost, Bimka, the first frost. Beam didn't understand. He got up, poked his nose into Ivan Ivanovich's knee in the dark, and said: "I don't understand." Ivan Ivanovich knew dog language well - the language of eyes and movements. He turned on the light and asked: - Don't you understand, fool? - Then he explained exactly: - To the woodcock tomorrow. _Woodcock! Oh, Bim knew this word! Bim spun, whirled like a top, grabbing his own tail, squealed, then sat down and fixed his eyes on Ivan Ivanovich's face, trembling with the eyes of his front paws. This charming word "hunt" is familiar to Bim, as a signal of happiness. But the owner ordered: - In the meantime - sleep. - Turned off the light and lay down. The rest of the night Beam lay by the bed of a friend. What a dream! He himself, Ivan Ivanovich, now dozed, then woke up in anticipation of dawn. In the morning they packed their backpacks together, wiped the barrels of guns from oil, had a light breakfast (going hunting - you can’t get drunk), checked the bandolier, shifting the cartridges from nest to nest. There was a lot of work for this short hour of gathering: the owner went to the kitchen - Bim went to the kitchen, the owner went to the closet, - Bim went there, the owner took out a tin can from the backpack (uncomfortable) - Bim took it and put it back, the owner checks the cartridges - Beam monitors (not mistaken b) and in a case with a gun you have to poke your nose more than once (tutli?) And besides, in such tight moments it itches behind the ear from excitement - just raise your paw and scratch it, if it’s not right, when it’s already troublesome to the last degree. Well, we got together. Beam was delighted. How! The owner, already in a hunting jacket, threw a hunting bag over his shoulder, took off his gun. - On the hunt, Bim! Go hunting,” he repeated. "Hunting, hunting!" - He spoke with his eyes and Beam was in admiration. He even squealed a little from an overflowing feeling of gratitude and love for his only friend in the world. At that moment a man entered. Bim knew him - met him in the yard - but considered him of little interest and not deserving any special attention from this side. Short-legged, fat, broad-faced, he said in a slightly creaky bass voice: - Hi, then! - and sat down on a chair, wiping his face with a handkerchief. - So-so ... On the hunt, then? - On the hunt, - Ivan Ivanovich muttered displeasedly, - for woodcocks. Yes, go out - you will be a guest. - That's it ... Go hunting ... We'll have to wait, then. Bim looked from the host to the guest, surprised and attentive. Ivan Ivanovich said almost angrily: - I don't understand you. Specify. And then Bim, our affectionate Bim, at first growled slightly and suddenly barked. It never happened to be like this - at home and at a guest. The guest was not afraid, it turned out he was indifferent. - To the place! Ivan Ivanovich ordered just as angrily. Bim obeyed: he lay down on a sunbed, put his head on his paws, and looking towards the stranger. - Look you! Listening, that is. So-so ... So, he barks at the residents in the stairwell just like, say, foxes? - Never. Never and no one. This is the first time. Honestly! - Ivan Ivanovich was worried and angry. By the way, he has nothing to do with foxes. - So-so ... - the guest drawled again. - Let's get down to business. Ivan Ivanovich took off his jacket and bag. - I'm listening to you. “So you have a dog…” the guest began. - And I have - he pulled out a paper from his pocket - a complaint against her. Here. - And gave the paper to the owner. Reading, Ivan Ivanovich was agitated. Bim, noticing this, arbitrarily stepped down and sat at the feet of a friend, as if protecting him, but he no longer looked at the guest, although he was on his guard. - Nonsense here, - said Ivan Ivanovich more calmly. - Nonsense. Bim is an affectionate dog, he has not bitten and will not bite anyone, will not offend anyone. The dog is intelligent. - He-he-he! The guest shook his stomach. And sneezed inappropriately. - Wow, redneck! - he turned to Bim without malice. Beam turned to the side even more, but realized that the conversation was mute. And sighed. - How do you deal with complaints like that? - Ivan Ivanovich asked, now quite calmly and smiling - to whom you complain, you give it to read. I would have believed you anyway, by retelling. Beam noticed a chuckle in the eyes of the guest. And he said: - First of all, it's supposed to be. Secondly, the complaint is not about you, but about the dog. And we will not let the dog read. - And laughed. The owner also laughed a little. Bim did not even smile: he knew that it was about him, and what was what, he could not understand - he turned out to be a very incomprehensible guest. He pointed his finger at Bim and said: - The dog should be fired. And waved his hand towards the door. Beam understood that they demanded of him exactly: leave. But he did not back down from the owner even a centimeter. “And you call the complainant - we’ll talk, we’ll settle it, maybe,” Ivan Ivanovich asked. The guest, beyond expectation, went out and soon returned with a woman. - Here, I brought you an aunt, then. Bim also knew her: short, shrill and fat, she, however, sat on a bench in the yard with other free women for days. Once Bim even licked her hand (not from an excess of feelings only for her personally, but for humanity in general), why she squealed and began to shout something over the yard, turning to the open windows. What she was shouting there, Bim did not understand, but he was frightened, rushed away and scratched at the door to the house. He had no more guilt before his aunt. And so she entered. What happened to him! At first, he clung to the owner's legs, and when he stroked him, he tucked his tail, went to the sunbed and looked at her frowningly. He did not understand anything from his aunt's words, but she chirped like a magpie and showed her hand all the time. But by these gestures, by her angry looks, Bim understood: this is for licking the one who needs it. Young, young, Bim was, why he still didn’t think. Maybe he thought like this: “I’m guilty, of course, but what can you do now.” At least there was something like that in his eyes. Only Bim is unaware that he was falsely accused. - I wanted to bite! Bite it!!! Almost bite-silt! Ivan Ivanovich, interrupting his aunt's chatter, turned directly to Bim: - Bim! Bring me some slippers. Bim performed willingly and lay down in front of the owner. He took off his hunting boots and put his feet in slippers. - Now take the shoes. Bim did this too: he took them one by one under the hanger. The aunt fell silent, her eyes widening. The guest said commendably: - Well done! You look, he knows how, then, - and somehow looked unfriendly at his aunt. - What else can he do? - You sit down, sit down, - asked Ivan Ivanovich and his aunt. She sat down, tucking her hands under her apron. The owner put a chair Bim commanded: - Bim! To the chair! Bim does not need to be repeated. Now everyone was sitting on chairs. The aunt bit her lip. The guest, shaking his leg with satisfaction, kept saying: - All right, all right, all right. The owner cunningly screwed up his eyes in the direction of Bim: - Come on, give me a paw, - and held out his hand. Hello. - Now, fool, say hello to the guest, - and pointed to him with his finger. The guest held out his hand: - Hello, brother, hello, then. Beam did everything elegantly, as expected. - Doesn't it bite? - cautiously asked the aunt. - What do you! - Ivan Ivanovich was amazed. - Reach out your hand and say: "Paw!" She really pulled her hand out from under the apron and handed it to Bim. "Don't bite," she warned. Well, it's impossible to describe. What happened. Beam shied away from the bed, immediately took up a defensive position, pressing his back into a corner, and looked at the owner with emphasis. Ivan Ivanovich went up to him, stroked him, took the collar and led him to the complainant: - Give me your paw, give me ... No, Bim did not give his paw. He turned and looked at the floor. Disobeyed for the first time. And sullenly trudged back into the corner, slowly, guiltily and dejectedly. Oh what happened here! The aunt rattled with a cracked ratchet. - You insulted me! she shouted at Ivan Ivanovich. - Some kind of lousy dog does not put me in anything, a Soviet woman! - and poked a finger in the direction of Bim. - Yes, I ... Yes, I ... Wait a minute! - Enough! - unexpectedly barked at her guest. - You're lying, then. She didn't bite you and didn't mean to. She's afraid of you like the devil incense. - And you do not yell - she tried to fight back. Then the guest said unequivocally: - Tsyt! - and turned to the owner: - With such it is impossible otherwise. - And again ktetke: - Look at you! " Soviet woman"Me too... Get out of here!" he growled. last speech Bim understood the guest perfectly. And the aunt walked in silence, proudly throwing her head up and not looking at anyone, although Bim now did not take his eyes off her and even continued to look at the door after she left, and her steps subsided. - You are very much with her ... It's rude, - said Ivan Ivanovich. - Otherwise it is impossible, I tell you: the whole yard will stir up, I know. If I say it, then I know. Here they are for me, these gossips and troublemakers. He patted his neck. - She has nothing to do, so she strives to bite someone. Dissolve such - all the house will go devilhoof. Bim kept an eye on facial expressions, gestures, intonation and understood perfectly: the guest and the host are not enemies at all, and even, apparently, respect each other. He watched for a long time while they talked about something with a clatter. But since he had established the main thing, the rest was of little interest to him. He went up to the guest and lay down at his feet, as if to say: "I'm sorry." NOTES OF THE OWNER Today the chairman of the house committee was examining a complaint about a dog. Beam won. However, my guest judged like Solomon. Nugget! Why did Bim growl at him in the beginning? Ah, I understand! After all, I didn’t give a hand, I met the newcomer severely (the hunt had to be postponed), and Bim acted in accordance with his canine nature: the owner’s enemy is my enemy. And here I should be ashamed, but not Bim. It's amazing what a subtle perception of intonation, facial expressions, gestures! This must always be kept in mind. After we had interesting conversation from the foreman. It finally changed to "you". - You, - he says, - just think: one hundred and fifty apartments in my house! And four, five troublemakers of loafers can do such a thing that there will be no life for anyone. And everyone knows them, and everyone is afraid, but slowly they curse. The witch of a bad tenant even the toilet rumbles. She-bo! .. Who is my most terrible enemy? Yes, the one who does not work. with us, brother, you may not work, but there is from the belly. There's something wrong, I'll tell you pillows. Not so, so... You can, you can not work. Look you! Here you are, what are you doing? - I am writing, - I answer, although I did not understand whether he was joking or speaking seriously (people often give this out with humor). - Isn't that work! Sitting - doing nothing, but the money probably pays? - They pay, - I answer. But I don't get much. - I've become a little old, I live on a pension. - And before retirement - by whom? - I'm a journalist. He worked for newspapers. And now, little by little, I write something at home. - Do you write? he asked condescendingly. - Writing. - Well, go ahead, since such a thing ... Of course, you are a man, you see, not a bad one, but you see. That's it. I also receive a pension, a hundred rubles, but I work for the pre-house committee, I work for free, mind you. I was used to working, all my life in leadership, and I didn’t get kicked out of the nomenklatura, and I didn’t go around the second round. In the end, it was already wiped out: lower, lower and lower. The last place is a small factory. They also gave me a pension there. But they didn’t give me a personal one - there is a little hitch ... Everyone is obliged to work. So I think. “But I have a job that is also difficult,” I tried to justify myself. - Write something? Nonsense. If you were young, I would take on you. Well, since I have a pension... And so, if they are young, but they don’t work, I survive from home: work hard, or go to hell. He really is a thunderstorm of idlers in the house. It seems that the main goal of his life now is to cut idlers, gossips and parasites, but to educate everyone without exception, which he does willingly. It turned out to be impossible to prove to him that writing is also work: here he was either cunning with an underwater humor, or was simply condescending (even if, they say, while they write, there are loafers and worse). He left kind, discarding the cunning, stroked Bim and said: - And you live, then. But don't mess with your aunt. - And to me: - Nubyvay. Write, it’s clear where you’re going to go, since it’s such a thing. We shook hands. Beam walked him to the door, wagging his tail and looking into his face. Bim has a new acquaintance: Pavel Titych Rydayev, the ordinary - Paltitych. But Bim also got an enemy: an aunt, the only person out of all the people whom he does not believe. The dog recognized the slanderer. But today the hunt is gone. It happens like this: a person is waiting for a good day, and nothing but trouble comes out. Happens.
The position of G.N. Troepolsky is unambiguous.
He writes with love about the first snowdrop, about the awakening trees, about the first rays of the spring sun. Gavriil Nikolaevich shares with us his impression of the beauty of the forest world. The author believes that nature affects us in the most beneficial way.
Secondly, the story of A. P. Chekhov "The Steppe". Nine-year-old Yegorushka is amazed by the beauty of the steppe, he humanizes it. It seems to him that the steppe is able to feel just like a person. The boy's thoughts become more philosophical. What he sees makes Yegorushka look at the world differently.
Option 2
How beautiful our nature is... She is alive, real... It is her primordial beauty that makes us cleaner, better. An excerpt from the work of Gavriil Nikolaevich Troepolsky led me to such thoughts.
In this text for analysis, the author raises eternal problem nature's influence on the human soul. Gavriil Nikolaevich writes about how beautiful the spring forest is: “Everything was mysteriously rustling and densely fragrant: both trees and foliage underfoot, soft, with the spring smell of forest land.” The writer urges us to appreciate the healing power of our nature as we deserve: “If you want to rest your soul, go to the snowdrops in the forest in early spring, and you will see a beautiful dream of reality.” It is in this that the author sees the influence of nature on the human soul.
The position of G.N. Troepolsky is unambiguous. He writes with love about the first snowdrop, about the awakening trees, about the first rays of the spring sun. Gavriil Nikolaevich shares with us his impression of the beauty of the forest world. The author believes that nature affects us in the most beneficial way.
I fully share the position of the author. Indeed, the beauty of nature purifies the human soul. After all, walking along the snow-covered forest, admiring the beauty of the fields, we belong only to ourselves. So, we can listen to our thoughts. We have the opportunity to reason alone: Do I live right? Is it on the right track? And most importantly, we can touch the beautiful. And this touch is the most fertile soil for enriching our personality, our soul. literary arguments confirming my opinion.
Firstly, the novel by L. N. Tolstoy "War and Peace". The beauty of the night in Otradnoye delights Natasha Rostova so much that she is ready to fly like a bird. The girl admires the sky, the moon, starry night: everything that surrounds her at this moment. Something new, tender, enthusiastic wakes up in Natasha.
Secondly, the story of A. P. Chekhov "The Steppe". Nine-year-old Yegorushka is amazed by the beauty of the steppe, he humanizes it. It seems to him that the steppe is able to feel just like a person. The boy's thoughts become more philosophical. What he sees makes Yegorushka look at the world differently.
After reading this text, I became convinced that nature can not only decorate our lives, but also influence us. How imperceptibly it can awaken in people something new and beautiful! How much it can teach. So let's not forget that we have such a wonderful friend - nature!
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What effect does the beauty of nature have on a person? The Russian writer G.N. Troepolsky.
In early spring, the hero of the text was walking through the forest, when he “suddenly heard the smell of a snowdrop”, “the smell of awakening life”. Looking at this "tiny drop of the blue sky," he felt joy and happiness, the harbinger of which was this small flower, the only one that broke through from under the snow. Being in the same place a few days later, the hero already saw a lot of snowdrops, but he did not feel the same joy, and the first one was looking for everything.
At home, the hero thought about the fact that such a "beautiful dream of reality" can and should only be temporary. Otherwise, "humanity would stop caring about the future", would stop appreciating such rare, truly wonderful moments.
The beauty of nature awakens in Troepolsky a feeling of joy, happiness, acts on him like a healing medicine, but such moments of beauty in nature are actually very fleeting and one must be able to appreciate them - that is what he wanted to show us in his text.
And I agree with the writer. We see nature every day, it becomes an imperceptible noise in the background for us, but at rare moments - sunsets, dawns, snowfalls, bud break - we turn to it with all our soul, we are saturated with its beauty with all our being. And such moments remain forever in our memory.
I remember the story winter oak» Y. Nagibina. Fifth-grader Savushkin was constantly late for class, although he lived closest to everyone. Anna Vasilievna, his teacher, was about to visit Savushkin's mother, and the boy leads her along the forest path, along which he goes to school. As soon as the teacher entered winter forest, it became clear to her the reason for the constant delays of the fifth grader - she was surrounded unprecedented beauty.
You can also recall an episode from the life of Natasha Rostova, the heroine of L.N. Tolstoy "War and Peace". It was a crisp night, and a full moon shone in an almost starless spring sky. Natasha could not fall asleep, enjoying the view from the window, and woke up Sonya so that she would also enjoy this lovely night. After all, there will be other nights, starry, snowy, but exactly the same - never again.
In conclusion, I can conclude that the beauty of nature has a strong influence on a person. It makes you think about the beautiful, a person feels the delight of life. The beauty of nature is an antidote to despondency and sadness, and happy is the one who knows how to see it.
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Option 22
Part 1
Read the text and do tasks 1-3.
(1) Giving the capital status to the city being built on the Neva, Peter I pursued two goals. (2) First: he sought to reduce the influence of the old Moscow boyar elite; the second is quite obvious: the renewed Russia needed a sea outpost, which would become a kind of "gateway" for trade with European countries. (3) founded at the mouth of the Gulf of Finland, practically on the shores of the Baltic, the city-fortress acquired under conditions Northern war special political significance.
1. Indicate two sentences in which the HOME information contained in the text. Write down the numbers of these sentences.
1) Giving the capital status to the city being built on the Neva, Peter I sought to reduce the influence of the old Moscow boyar elite.
2) In the conditions of the Northern War, Russia needed a sea outpost, which became the city on the Neva, which was being built according to European models.
3) Being built practically on the shores of the Baltic, the city was beneficial to Peter I in the fight against the Moscow boyar elite and, in addition, had an important commercial and military-political significance.
4) The future capital being built on the Neva became a kind of "gateway" for trade with European countries.
5) Solving the problem of reducing the influence of the old Moscow boyar elite, Peter I built a city on the Neva also with the aim of enhancing trade and for military-political purposes.
2. Which of the following words (combinations of words) should be in place of the gap in the third (3) sentence of the text? Write down this word (combination of words).
Against,
Moreover,
To avoid this
Despite this
For example,
3. Read the fragment of the dictionary entry, which gives the meaning of the word PURSUIT. Determine the meaning in which this word is used in the first (1) sentence of the text. Write down the number corresponding to this value in the given fragment of the dictionary entry.
CHASE, - I blow, - you blow; -any; nesov.
1) someone. Follow; chase someone. for the purpose of capture, destruction. P. enemy. P. beast.
2) trans., whom (what). Relentlessly follow someone. P. stranger.
3) trans., whom (what). About thoughts, feelings, memories: do not leave alone, torment. Memories haunt him.
4) trans., whom (what) than. Submit to something. unpleasant, to annoy. P. someone. ridicule.
5) someone. Oppress, oppress, persecute. P. their political opponents.
6) what. Strive for something. (to what is called a noun) (book). P. noble tasks.
4. In one of the words below, a mistake was made in setting the stress: the letter denoting the stressed vowel was highlighted INCORRECTLY. Write out this word.
took A
divided
hugged As
litter
heretic
5. In one of the sentences below, the underlined word is WRONGLY used. Fix it lexical error choosing a paronym for the highlighted word. Write down the chosen word.
The specialist immediately sees the DIFFERENCE of a professionally made product from a fake.
Implement the proposed physical exercise needed after a deep breath.
The area under the place where the eaves are laid must be FENCED for safety reasons.
The first performance of an aspiring artist was UNSUCCESSFUL.
Commemorative coins are a fascinating and very interesting story numismatics.
6. In one of the words highlighted below, a mistake was made in the formation of the form of the word. Correct the mistake and write the word correctly.
young ACCOUNTANTS
THEIR work
GO
for three hundred years
ladies' SHOES
7. Match grammatical errors and sentences in which they are allowed: for each position of the first column, select the corresponding position from the second column.
GRAMMATICAL ERRORS
OFFERS
A) violation in the construction of a sentence with participial turnover
1) Yermolai told me with a smile that the samovar was ready.
B) violation of the species-temporal correlation of verb forms
2) While working on the essay, a remark was made to me.
C) a violation in the construction of a sentence with a participial turnover
3) The girl enters the hall and did not pay attention to me.
D) violation of the connection between the subject and the predicate
4) Those who have admired the sunset at least once have no doubt that this is one of the most beautiful sights.
D) misuse case form noun with preposition
5) Most of the books that tell about the life of reptiles have been published in our country.
6) One of the most famous schismatics, whose fate interested V.I. Surikov, was the noblewoman Theodosya Morozova.
7) The project of this car of the future belongs to a designer known for his developments of cars for computer games.
8) Thanks to his friendship with the Aksakov family, upon arrival from St. Petersburg, Gogol settled in the writer's house.
9) Lily of the valley is a flower that has been used in folk medicine since ancient times.
8. Determine the word in which the unstressed checked vowel of the root is missing. Write out this word by inserting the missing letter.
asc.. st
k.. institutional
dist. lat
region.
present.. sit
9. Determine the row in which the same letter is missing in both words. Write these words out with the missing letter.
n .. visual, with .. sound
pr .. sea, pr .. found
in.. faltered, not.. squeezed with.. hail, over.. smart
pr.. ran, pr.. sharp
10. Write down the word in which the letter E is written at the place of the gap
adjust .. vat
peel off
persistent.. out
sbivch .. out
rod.. howl
11 Write down the word in which the letter I is written in place of the gap.
bor..
dormant.. sh
bed.. sh
endure.. sh
bre.. shsha
12. Define a sentence in which NOT with the word is written CLEARLY. Open the brackets and write out this word.
(NOT) LOOKING at the complexity of the topic under study, we will try to understand it as best we can.
Today, his words sounded (NOT) WARM and affectionate, as before, but cold and somehow aloof.
His eyes burned with nothing (UN) TAMED passion.
It was a quiet, completely (NOT) HOT June day.
Peter's visit to the dentist (NOT) WAS postponed.
13. Define a sentence in which both highlighted words are spelled ONE. Open the brackets and write out these two words.
Just as a person's childhood seems beautiful to him, memories of the harsh dawn of humanity are THAT (SAME) immersed for us in a romantic haze.
(AT) THE END I managed to catch the (THAT) HOUR when the slanting rays of the sun begin to penetrate the forest like golden spokes.
Ryzhik can be collected both in autumn and (B) CONTINUED all summer: it all depends (FROM) on what kind of summer it is.
He spoke the language AS (SAME) easily as people control their voice, (BECAUSE) BECAUSE he learned the language from ordinary people.
5) (FOR) FREQUENT people do not realize (FOR) HOW important it is to take care of their health.
14. Indicate the number (s) in the place of which (s) is written HH.
We see that in the bone (1) skates, found (2) by archaeologists in northern Europe, she made (3) holes for leather (4) ribbons.
15. Arrange punctuation marks. Write two sentences in which you need to put ONE comma. Write down the numbers of these sentences.
1) There is a lot of fussy and funny, businesslike and cunning in the behavior of the starling.
2) In the count's living room, mirrors and paintings and vases were real works of art.
3) For many, the books of Dostoevsky or Tolstoy are more interesting than any detective novel.
4) It’s good to get lost in the thick thickets of aspens and birches in a warm autumn and breathe in the rotten smell of grass.
5) Both theater and cinema are views mass art.
16. Place all punctuation marks: indicate the number (s) in the place of which (s) in the sentence should (s) be a comma (s).
Sparrow (1) unexpectedly taking off (2) disappeared into the light greenery of the garden (3) transparently through (4) against the evening sky.
17. Place all punctuation marks: indicate the number (s) in the place of which (s) should (s) be a comma (s).
Whoever you are (1) you (2) my sad (3) neighbor (4) I love you like a friend young years,
You (5) comrade (6) my random (7) Although fate is an insidious game
Forever we are separated from you
A wall now - and after a mystery.
(M. Yu. Lermontov)
18. Place all punctuation marks: indicate the number (s) in the place of which (s) in the sentence should (s) be a comma (s).
Stone paths (1) winding lines (2) which (3) symbolize the flow of energy (4) acquire special meaning in a Japanese garden.
19. Place punctuation marks: indicate all the numbers where commas should be in the sentence.
The fog was melting (1) and (2) when the boat went to the shore (3) it was visible (4) how spots of water lilies and lilies swayed on the waves.
Read the text and complete tasks 20–25.
(1) It was early spring. (2) The evening dawn was just beginning, and it was already dusk among the trees, although the leaves had not yet appeared. (3) Everything below is in dark colors: trunks, last year's dark brown leaves, brown-gray dry grass stalks, even rose hips, densely ruby in autumn, now, having withstood the winter, seemed to be coffee beans. (4) The branches made a slight noise from the light wind, they seemed to be feeling each other liquidly and barely, now touching the ends, then slightly touching the middle of the branches: is it alive? (5) The tops of the trunks swayed gently - the trees seemed alive, even leafless. (6) Everything was mysteriously rustling and densely fragrant: both the trees and the foliage underfoot, soft, with the spring smell of forest land.
(7) 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 rustle yet, but only slowly touch each other friend, - the smell of a snowdrop suddenly reached me! (8) Barely noticeable, but this is the smell of awakening life, and therefore it is reverently joyful, although almost imperceptible. (9) I look around - it turned out that he was nearby. (10) There is a flower on the ground, a tiny drop of blue sky, such a simple and frank harbinger of joy and happiness, to whom it is due and accessible. (11) Ho for everyone, both happy and unhappy, he is now the decoration of life.
(12) This is how it is among us: there are modest people with a pure heart, “inconspicuous” and “small”, but with a huge soul. (13) They decorate life, containing all the best that is in humanity - kindness, simplicity, trust. (14) So the snowdrop seems like a drop of heaven on earth ...
(15) A few days later I was again in the same place. (16) The sky has already sprinkled the forest with thousands of blue drops. (17) I am looking, looking out: where is he, that very first, most courageous? (18) It seems that here he is. (19) Is he or isn't he? (20) I don't know. (21) There are so many of them that you can’t notice it, you can’t find it - it got lost among those following him, mixed with them. (22) But he is so small, but heroic, so quiet, but so assertive that, it seems, it was he who was frightened by the last frosts, gave up, throwing out the white flag of the last frost at the edge of the early dawn. (23) Life goes on.
(24) And at home I thought. (25) Isn't this a dream - yesterday's spring forest with blue snowdrops on the ground? (26) Well: such dreams are divinely healing medicine, albeit temporary. (27) Of course, temporary. (28) For if writers preached only beautiful dreams, moving away from the gray color of everyday life, then humanity would stop worrying about the future, accepting the present as eternal. (29) The fate of doom in time lies in the fact that the present should only become the past. (30) It is not in the power of a person to order: “Sun, stop!” (31) Time is unstoppable, unstoppable and inexorable. (32) Everything is in time and movement. (33) And the one who seeks only stable peace is already in the past, whether he is young or old - age does not matter. (34) The beautiful has its own sound, it sounds like peace, oblivion, but only temporary, just for relaxation; moments like this should never be missed.
(35) If I were a writer, I would definitely turn like this: “O restless person! (36) Glory to you forever, thinking, suffering for the sake of the future! (37) If you want to rest your soul, go to the snowdrops in the forest in early spring, and you will see a beautiful dream of reality. (38) 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. (39) Go get some rest. (40) Snowdrops - they say among the people.
(According to G. N. Troepolsky*)
* Gavriil Nikolaevich Troepolsky (1905-1995) - Russian Soviet writer.
20. Which of the following words (combinations of words) should be in place of the gap in sentence 40? Write down this word (combination of words).
bloom for a long time fortunately late flowers do not smell grow singly
21. Which of the following statements are false? Specify the answer numbers.
1) In sentences 1-6, a description is given.
2) Sentences 17-21 contain reasoning.
3) Proposition 28 names the consequence of what is said in sentences 26 and 27.
4) Sentences 31 and 32 give the reason for what is said in sentence 30.
5) In sentences 35-38, a narrative is presented.
22. Write out an individual author's word from sentences 9-11.
23. Among sentences 24-34, find one (s) that is (s) connected with the previous one using subordinating union. Write the number(s) of this offer(s).
24. “Being an agronomist by profession, G. N. Troepolsky wrote a lot about the nature around us. In this text to convey the beauty spring forest the trails help the author: (A) _______ (for example, "the stumps are crying" in sentence 7, "were afraid of the last frosts, gave up" in sentence 22) and (B) _______ ("mysteriously rustling and thickly odorous" in sentence 6, " quivering joyful" in sentence 8). The imagery of the text is also given by the reception - (C) _______ ("dream of reality" in sentence 37) and the syntactic means - (D) _______ (in sentences 30, 35)).
List of terms:
comparative turnover
personification
rhetorical appeal
interrogative sentence
ranks homogeneous members offers
oxymoron
epithets
litotes
lexical repetition
Part 2
Write an essay based on the text you read.
Formulate one of the problems posed by the author of the text. Comment on the formulated problem. Include in the comment two illustration examples from the read text that you think are important for understanding the problem in the source text (avoid over-quoting). Formulate the position of the author (narrator). Write whether you agree or disagree with the point of view of the author of the read text. Explain why. Argue your opinion, relying primarily on the reader's experience, as well as on knowledge and life observations (the first two arguments are taken into account). The volume of the essay is not less than 150 words.
A work written without relying on the text read (not on this text), Not Evaluated. If the essay is a paraphrase or a complete rewrite of the source text without any comments, then such work is evaluated with 0 points.
Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting
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Answer Option 22
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moreover
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unsuccessful
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present
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pivotal
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endure
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despite
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often how often
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123 any other sequence of these digits
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2457 any other sequence of these digits
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1234 any other sequence of these digits
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fortunately
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pioneer
1. The problem of perception of the beauty of the surrounding nature. (How to see the beauty of the world around?)
1. Anyone who visits the forest and notices the changes taking place in nature is able to see the beauty of the world around us. Thus, the awakening of nature in spring is accompanied by the most beautiful flowering of snowdrops, ornaments of life.
2. The problem of the impact of nature on man. (What effect does nature have on man?)
2. The beauty of nature awakens in a person a feeling of joy, happiness, acts on him as a healing medicine, makes him think about beauty.
3. The problem of the commonality of nature and man. (What is the similarity between nature and man?)
3. There is much in common and similar between nature and man. So, both among people and among plants there are “inconspicuous”, “small”, “quiet” creatures, but heroic, assertive, with a huge soul.
4. The problem of the transience of time. (Can time stop?)
4. Time is unstoppable, unstoppable and inexorable, therefore, one should not miss the minutes when there is an opportunity to enjoy the beautiful, to see the beauty of the world around us.
