The summer day by the river stretches for a long time. River, trees, grass. Where the birds sleep

15.03.2020

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

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

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

River, trees, grass

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

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

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

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

Springs

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

At the farmer's market

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Faith of the fathers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(According to I. Turgenev(132 words)

Exercise

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

5th grade, 1st quarter

In the morning we went fishing with the guys from the neighboring village. The sun has already illuminated the forest and a small river with low banks. From the green meadows came the sweet smell of flowers and the buzzing of bees. Industrious insects hurried to harvest honey.

On the near shore, the fishermen spread out their fishing rods and waited for a good catch. By lunchtime, fish were splashing in my blue bucket.

But then a huge cloud appeared on the horizon. She quickly approached from behind the forest.

The leaves of the bushes stirred anxiously. Weakly pulled damp. It was getting darker, the songbirds were silent. Sharp gusts of wind charged the water in the river and drove the leaves. Torrential rain poured down. We ran home, but got soaked to the skin. (101 words.)

Grammar task.

1. Morphemic analysis of words

illuminated, small, catch / charged, honey, smell.

2. Analysis of the sentence by members, definition of parts of speech

On the near shore, the fishermen spread out their fishing rods and waited for a good catch./

Sharp gusts of wind charged the water in the river and drove the leaves.

5th grade, 2nd quarter

In a thunderstorm

It was a hot July day. With slanting hot rays, the sun burned the dry earth. The thick dustand small along the road and filled the hot air. The clouds gathered into a large purple cloud. The distant summer thunder rumbled.

And now the clouds began to cover the sun. It peeked out from behind the clouds for the last time and disappeared. Everything in nature has changed dramatically.

A whirlwind swooped in, the aspen grove trembled. From gusts of strong wind, young aspens bend almost to the ground. Bunches of dry grass fly across the road. By the river, thick reeds rustle dully. A blinding lightning flashed, and a deafening thunderclap sounded. The first big drop of rain fell. A torrential downpour poured down. (96 words)

Grammar task.

1. Phonetic analysis of wordssun / stood.

2. Morphemic parsing of words

trembled further, rivers / aspen, flew, hit

3. Complete parsing of sentences

The thick dustand was small on the road and filled the hot air./

It peeked out from behind the clouds for the last time and disappeared.

Grade 5, final control

A few years ago, a beautiful building was erected in the center of the capital. On hisfacade there are interesting watches. Every hour, black doors open on the dial, and heroes of folk tales appear behind them.

You enter the theater in anticipation of a meeting with the wonderful world. In the theater museum you will get acquainted with puppets from different countries. In the winter garden you will see a tree with wonderful birds. Fish are swimming in the pond.

"How beautiful it is here!" - say the guys.

One floor above is an auditorium with multi-colored chairs: red, blue, yellow, green. This was done so that the guys did not confuse the place.

The bell rings and the audience gathers in the hall. The doors close silently and the play begins. (100 words.)

Grammar task.

1. Phonetic analysis of wordsblack/yellow.

2. Morphemic parsing of words

multi-colored, gather / appeared, pond

3. Morphological analysis of the word

center (from the 1st sentence)/body of water (from the last sentence of the second paragraph)

4. Schema proposals

last of the 1st paragraph, sentence of the 3rd paragraph, 1st sentence of the 4th paragraph / last of the last paragraph, sentence of the 3rd paragraph, 1st sentence of the 4th paragraph.

6th grade, 1st quarter

Capercaillie.

August is the best time in the Urals. At this time, nature is resting from the hot summer. The succulent grasses have already faded, the leaves on the birches and lindens are beginning to turn yellow. These are the first heralds of the coming autumn. The air was saturated with fragrant herbs.

On such a day you walk along a narrow forest path among the giants of a pine forest. The dog Azor hurries up beside him. He tracks the game, diligently rummages through the bushes. Here is a capercaillie running and helplessly flapping its wings. Little capercaillie are not yet able to fly, but they already understand the danger. The chickens run up to the hummock and hide their heads in the moss. You stand and admire the little tricks of the capercaillie. (93 words.) (According to F. Tarkhaneev.)

Grammar task.

1. Phonetic analysis of wordsday / game

2. Morphemic word parsing

tricks, pine, run up / leaves, small, admire

He tracks down the game, diligently rummages through the bushes./

The chickens run up to the hummock and hide their heads in the moss.

6th grade, 2nd quarter

Do not touch bird nests.

Feathers are great masters. Among them are carpenters, diggers. basket makers, sculptors, potters.

The shore swallow is a wonderful digger. She breaks into the ground no worse than a mole. The warbler builds a house that would not only protect her from bad weather, bad weather, but would also be hidden from the eyes of a predator. She will take a fancy to three reeds nearby and begins to weave a basket.

And how many birds build their houses right on the ground: in the grass, in a dimple, under a bump! You walk straight across the field, and you have swollen from under your feetand a bird wails. It flies out and leads away from the nest with various tricks.

No need to interfere with her, touch the nests. Where there are useful birds, there are fewer harmful insects, and the harvest of our fields, vegetable gardens, and orchards is larger and better.

Grammar task.

1. Morphemic parsing of wordsdiggers, leads away / protected, tricks

fly out, basket-makers / birdie, bad weather

basket (from the last sentence of the 2nd paragraph) / bad weather (from the 3rd sentence of the 2nd paragraph)

4. Mapping

1st sentence from 2nd paragraph,

1st sentence from 3rd paragraph,

the last sentence of the 3rd paragraph.

Grade 6, final control

Throw urgent matters, go out late in the evening to the sandy bank of the river. If you listen for a long time, you will hear indistinct rustles and sounds in the reed thickets.

One night I was sitting at my desk. The night was quiet, windless, only some distant sounds were heard from the river. Suddenly, low voices were heard from under the floor. They were like the whispers of chicks that have awakened in the nest. I was seized by a desire to understand who was talking under the floor. Then I guessed that I heard the fuss of hedgehogs.

Hedgehogs are useful little animals. They don't harm anyone. They are not afraid of anyone, destroy harmful insects, fight mice. For the winter, hedgehogs fall asleep. Their small lairs are covered with snowdrifts, and they calmly sleep in them all winter. (108 words.) (According to Sokolov-Mikitov.)

Grammar task.

1. Morphemic parsing of wordslisten, windless / awakened, urgent

2. Word-building analysis of words

rivers, no one / snowy, no one

3. Morphological analysis of the word

sandy (from the 1st sentence of the 1st paragraph) /written (from the 1st sentence of the 2nd paragraph)

4. Drawing up diagrams of the 1st and last sentences of the last paragraph.

Grade 7, 1 quarter

The coming autumn is felt in everything. The sun no longer burns and does not sparkle, but it shines very gently and affably. Deserted fields open up an immense horizon. The air is clear and fresh. The ruts of country roads, rolled during the harvesting of bread, cast a leaden sheen. The cries of flying birds are heard. This is the last hello of summer guests.

Lush and rich forest attire is still full of all colors. Trembling aspens silver, golden birches rustle, emerald firs turn green. The wind will soon tear off this motley outfit, and the bare trees will stand under the icy breath of winter.

Heavy clouds driven by the wind cover the entire sky. The sun rarely comes out, but in the blue autumn sky it seems brighter.

Grammar task.

2.Full parsing of the sentence

The ruts of country roads, rolled during the harvesting of bread, cast a leaden sheen. /

Heavy clouds driven by the wind cover the entire sky.

7th grade, 2nd quarter

First time at the theatre.

When I was six years old, my father and I once walked around Leningrad. And suddenly, walking with me along Ostrovsky Square, my father asked: “Do you want to go to the theater for a minute?”

I have never been to the theater in my life, and it is not difficult to guess my answer.

We entered the box when the action had long since begun. Deep below me was an abyss that was sinking into darkness. My eyes got used to the twilight, and I was delighted to see the hall filled with spectators, the dimly lit stage. On it rose a grandiose bridge, thrown at an oblique angle from one end of the stage to the other. It was flooded with moonlight, and some people were talking to each other by the embankment near it.

This scenery was my first strong impression given to me by the theater. (116 words.) (According to Yu. Alyansky.)

Grammar task.

1. In the text of the dictation, it is necessary to designate suffixes for all participles.

2. Morphological analysis of the wordpassing (from the 1st sentence)/ seeing (from the 3rd sentence of the 3rd paragraph).

3.Full parsing of the sentence

Deep beneath me was an abyss that was sinking into darkness./

This scenery was my first strong impression given to me by the theater.

Grade 7, final control

The fate of the second bread.

Today it is hard to believe that some two hundred or three hundred years ago, no one in Europe wanted to grow potatoes.

The homeland of the potato is America, where it has long served as food for the Indians. When he was brought to Europe, no one knew how to handle him. It was bred in gardens next to flowers. They tried to eat its fruits, but they were bitter and caused poisoning.

Then the Minister of Finance of France went to the trick. In different parts of the country, soldiers began to sow plowed fields with some kind of plant. Carrying guard duty during the day, the soldiers left for the night. The peasants, seeing the guards, reasoned in their own way: "A valuable plant if it is guarded." The peasants waited for darkness and ran to the field, dug up valuable tubers and planted them in their gardens. Potatoes grown in France also found their way to other European countries. (122 words.)

Grammar task.

1. Morphological analysis of the wordgrown (from last sentence)/seeing (from the 4th sentence of the last paragraph).

Carrying guard duty during the day, the soldiers left for the night.

Potatoes grown in France also found their way to other European countries.

Grade 8, 1 quarter

Mystery box.

Chaliapin had a voluminous leather briefcase, pasted over with many labels of travel companies from different countries and cities in which the singer toured. All the years he lived abroad, Chaliapin carried a briefcase with him, did not trust anyone, almost did not let go of it.

There was a small box in the briefcase. Not only the people who worked with Chaliapin, but also their relatives had no idea about its contents.

Arriving in a new city and entering the room prepared for him, Chaliapin took out a box from his briefcase and put it under the bed.

Knowing the cool temper of Chaliapin, no one dared to ask him about the box.

It was mysterious and incomprehensible.

After the death of the artist, his widow opened a tightly boarded box.

It contained a handful of Russian land taken by Chaliapin before leaving for the border. A handful of Russian land.

Grammar task.

Morphological analysis of the wordtaken / boarded up.

2. Complete parsing of the sentence

Knowing the cool temper of Chaliapin, no one dared to ask him about the box.

It contained a handful of Russian land taken by Chaliapin before leaving for the border.

8th grade, 2nd quarter

Everything is good in nature, but water is the beauty of all nature. Almost the same can be said about the forest. The complete beauty of any locality lies in the combination of water with forest.

Forests are water keepers. Trees cover the earth from the scorching rays of the summer sun, from the withering winds. Coolness and dampness live in their shade and do not allow flowing or stagnant moisture to dry out.

All types of trees are called red forest: pine, spruce, fir and others. Oak, elm, linden, birch, alder and others are called black forest. It also includes such berry trees as bird cherry and mountain ash. All species of bushes: viburnum, hazel, honeysuckle, wolf's bast, wild rose, black thorn and ordinary willow - should be classified as black forest.

Good spreading white-trunked birch. The maple is also good with its paws-leaves. Chunky, strong, tall and mighty is a perennial oak. (125 words)

Grammar task.

1.Full parsing of the sentence

Trees cover the earth from the scorching rays of the summer sun, from the withering winds./

Chunky, strong, tall and mighty is a perennial oak.

2. Mark one-part impersonal sentences in the text.

Grade 8, final control

About dictionaries.

All sorts of thoughts come to mind sometimes. For example, the idea that it would be good to compile several new dictionaries of the Russian language (in addition to the already existing general dictionaries).

In one such dictionary, you can collect words related to nature, in another - good and well-aimed local words, in the third - the words of people of different professions, and in the fourth - garbage and dead words, all the bureaucracy and vulgarity that litter the Russian language. This last dictionary is needed in order to wean people from stupid and broken speech.

The idea of collecting words related to nature occurred to me on the day when, on a meadow lake, I heard a hoarse girl listing different herbs and flowers. This dictionary will, of course, be sensible. Each word should be explained, and after it should be placed several passages from the books of writers, poets and scientists who have a scientific or poetic connection to this word. (According to K. Paustovsky.)

Grammar task.

Mark in the text in one-part impersonal sentences as part of complex grammatical basis.

Mark incomplete sentences in the text of the dictation.

Grade 9, 1 quarter

At the beginning of autumn.

A maple leaf flew silently through the open window and landed on my papers. It looked like a palm with fingers wide apart. As if someone's hand reached out to the table and closed the written lines.

I closed my notebook, laying the first autumn leaf on the unfinished page, and went out into the garden.

The garden was autumnal quiet and empty, like a boarded-up house. I walked through the meadow to the river, undressed and threw myself into the water - for the last time! The body burned with icy cold, caught his breath. Having got out on the shore, I squeezed my back into the slightly warm sand and remained like that lying motionless in a comfortable, warming sand cast from my body.

The sky stretched over me like a cold blue. Not a bird on it, not a cloud. Only sometimes a single strand of cobwebs flashes high, high with a silvery flash, flashes and disappears. And then you have to strain your eyes for a long time to see it again. (According to E. Nosov.)

Grammar task.

Make sentence parsing

I closed my notebook, laying the first autumn leaf on the unfinished page, and went out into the garden./

Only sometimes a single strand of cobwebs flashes high, high with a silvery flash, flashes and disappears.

2. Mark in the text in one-part impersonal sentences as part of complex grammatical basis.

9th grade, 2nd quarter

Every year, one of the most famous flower gardens in the world, located in Denmark, hosts an exhibition of tulips. The birthplace of tulips is Turkey, not Holland, as many people think.

The tulip, whose calyx resembles a turban, originally grew as a wild flower, then for centuries was used in Turkish art as a decorative element. Huge gardens planted with tulips were created in the capital of the Ottoman Empire.

The first bulbs of the precious flower were brought to Europe by travelers and diplomats. When the tulip came to the continent, they fell passionately in love with it, erected it into a cult. He reaches the pinnacle of fame in the seventeenth century, when one flower bulb was equal to the cost of a painting or sculpture by a famous master. The tulip was considered one of the wonders of nature, which should be presented in the garden of every self-respecting collector.

The Dutch began to grow it with such zeal that in a certain sense they appropriated this flower.

Grammar task.

Do parsing

1st sentence / last of the 3rd paragraph.

2. In the text of the dictation, mark all participles.

Grade 9, final control

Old musician.

The old violinist loved to play at the foot of the monument to Pushkin, which stands at the beginning of Tverskoy Boulevard. Climbing up the steps to the pedestal itself, the musician touched the strings on the violin with a bow. Children and passers-by immediately gathered at the monument, and they all fell silent in anticipation of the music, because it consoles people, promises them happiness and a glorious life. The musician laid the violin case on the ground; it was closed, and there was a piece of black bread and an apple in it, so that you could eat whenever you wanted.

Usually the old man went out to play in the evening: for his music it was necessary that the world become quieter. The old man suffered from the thought that he did not bring people any good, and therefore voluntarily went to play on the boulevard. The sounds of the violin resounded in the air and reached the depths of human hearts, touching them with gentle and courageous power. Some listeners took out money to give it to the old man, but did not know where to put it: the violin case was closed, and the musician himself was high at the foot of the monument, almost next to Pushkin.

Grammar task.

Do a full parse

1st sentence of the 2nd paragraph / 2nd sentence of the 2nd paragraph.

Grade 10, entrance control

By the sea.

Under the light breeze of the sultry wind, the sea trembled and, covered with small ripples, dazzlingly brightly reflecting the sun, smiled at the blue sky with thousands of silver smiles. In the space between the sea and the sky, the lapping of the waves ran up to the gentle coast of the sandy spit. Everything was full of lively joy: the sound and brilliance of the sun, the wind and the salty aroma of water, the hot air and yellow sand. A narrow, long spit, piercing like a sharp spire into the boundless desert of water playing with the sun, was lost somewhere in the distance, where a sultry haze hid the earth. Hooks, oars, baskets and barrels lay randomly on the spit. On this day, even the seagulls are exhausted by the heat. They sit in rows on the sand with their beaks open and their wings lowered, or they sway lazily on the waves. When the sun began to descend into the sea, restless waves either played merrily and noisily, or splashed dreamily and affectionately on the shore. Through their noise, something like sighs or soft, affectionate cries reached the shore. The sun was setting, and a pinkish reflection of its rays lay on the hot yellow sand. And miserable willow bushes, and mother-of-pearl clouds, and waves running up to the shore - everything was getting ready for the night's peace. Lonely, as if lost in the dark distance of the sea, the fire of the fire flared up brightly, then died out, as if exhausted. All around was only the immeasurable, solemn sea, silvered by the moon, and the blue sky dotted with stars.

Grammar task.

1. Morphemic analysis of words

running up, boundless, affectionately / randomly, immeasurable, silvered

2. Make a complete parsing of the sentence

Everything was full of lively joy: the sound and brilliance of the sun, the wind and the salty aroma of water, the hot air and yellow sand.

And miserable willow bushes, and mother-of-pearl clouds, and waves running up to the shore - everything was getting ready for the night's peace.

10th grade, 1st semester

Linden.

As a child, I fell in love with the tall green lindens that surrounded our village garden. The wide linden alley was once planted by the peasants of our village. We loved to play under the tall lindens, to watch how life awakens in the young garden in the spring. In the green tops of the lindens birds sang, starlings and thrushes whistled.

The once beautiful tall lindens, along with other trees, grew almost everywhere in Russian forests. White pure linden wood was highly valued. Skillful craftsmen sharpened beautiful wooden utensils from the light pliable wood of linden, and carved spoons. From lime clean boards in the villages they made countertops for dining tables. The bark was torn off from fallen trees, soaked in water, made bast and mats out of it. Now you will not see adults, large lindens in our forests. Only in the distant Trans-Urals did I see free-growing tall lindens in the dense forests.

Linden is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful, cheerful and tender trees. Linden sweet honey has long been famous. Linden foliage is good and tender. In autumn, linden sheds its yellowed leaves before other trees, and fallen yellow leaves lie in a dry rustling carpet at the roots of bare trees. You used to walk along the fallen linden leaves rustling under your feet, admiring the familiar trees that were preparing for a long winter.

Young lindens are still being planted in parks and big cities. Lindens easily take root and grow quickly. Their fresh green foliage adorns the noisy city streets, pleases the eye of a tired city person. (214 words.)

I. S. - Mikitov

Grammar task.

1. Morphological analysis of words

yellowed / rustling

2. Morphemic word parsing

surrounding, resets, wooden / fallen, awakens, high

Grade 10, final control

In search of truth.

He took the blood of a patient with typhus into a syringe and injected himself into a vein ...

It was in Odessa in 1881. Three days later, the auditoriums and classrooms of the university were bombarded with alarming news: Professor Mechnikov was dying.

Although the thermometer stubbornly climbed up, he wrote down his observations himself until delirium began. A large head with early gray hair on the temples and in the beard rushed about on the pillow. His wife was crying softly by the bed. What is it? Suicide? An attack of insanity? He alone knew the real reason. When the crisis passed, Ilya Ilyich's face lit up with a joyful smile. He found out the truth!

Mechnikov did the same while studying cholera. He was lucky he didn't get sick. But the example of the teacher was followed by his assistants. One of them fell ill with a very severe form of cholera. Despite the fact that the patient's condition was hopeless, Mechnikov managed to wrest him from the hands of death. Twenty years later, in the article "Martyrs of Science", he wrote that at all times scientists risked their health in search of truth. He wrote about many whose exploits he admired, whose example he followed. Although he conducted experiments on himself, there is not a single word about this in the article.

Ilya Ilyich Mechnikov was awarded many awards, but remained indifferent to honors. He considered the only reward to be the discovery of a truth that could benefit humanity.

Giving his friends last instructions before his death, he demanded that he be opened. And after death, he wanted to serve science. (230 words)

(According to M. Yarovinsky)

Grammar task.

1. Morphemic parsing of words

studying, did/times, spent.

2. Derivational analysis of words

did, assistants/wrote, disturbing.

1st sentence of last paragraph/last sentence of 4th paragraph

Grade 11, entrance control

If you want to understand the soul of the forest, go through the forest stream and go up or down along its bank.

I walk along a stream in early spring. And that's what I see here, and hear, and think.

I see how in a soft place the flowing water meets a barrier in the roots of fir trees and from this it dissolves bubbles. Being born, these bubbles quickly rush and immediately burst, but some of them get lost at a new obstacle into a far-reaching snowball. Water encounters new and new obstacles, and nothing is done to it.

Water trembling from the sun casts a shadow on the trunks of fir trees, on grasses. From the pool, the water silently rushes on. And where the blockage is, the water seems to murmur, and then this splash is heard. But this is not a complaint, not despair: the water does not know these feelings.

Some herbs have long since emerged from under the water, and now on the jet they are constantly bending and responding together to the trembling of the shadows. And the cold of the stream.

Let blockage on the way, let! Obstacles make life: were it not for them, the water would immediately go lifelessly into the ocean.

And until the last drop runs away, until the spring stream dries up, the water will tirelessly repeat: “Sooner, later, we will fall into the ocean.”

It was so good that I sat down on the roots and, while resting, I heard how there, below, under the steep, mighty jets called to each other. The stream tied me to itself, and I can't step aside, it gets boring.

For the eleventh year now, I've been early, undressed in spring, when the wolf's bast blooms,anemones and primroses, I go through this clearing. And my eye is caressed, and the aroma of the resin of poplars and birch buds - everything came together.

(According to M.M. Prishvin.)

Grammar task.

1. Morphemic parsing of words

dissolves, caresses, lifeless / called to each other, silently, flowing.

3. Full parsing

1st sentence / 1st sentence from the 3rd paragraph.

Grade 11, 1st semester

Meshchersky region.

In the Meshchersky region there are no special beauties and riches, except for endless forests, endless meadows and unusually fresh air. But still, this amazing land has a great attractive power. He is as modest as the immortal paintings of Levitan. But it is precisely in this that the charm and all the charm of Russian nature, imperceptible at first glance, lies.

What can a person who comes here for the first time see here? Flowering or sloping meadows, overgrown pine forests, unique smells that are dearer to a Russian person than all exquisite fashionable perfumes.

I had to visit these places several times a year. In October, when the grass is covered with frost at dawn, it is good to spend the night in haystacks, as if in warm enclosed spaces. After all, hay in stacks keeps warm throughout the cold winter.

In the pine forest of the Meshchersky region, it is so solemn and quiet that the bell of a lost cow can be heard almost a kilometer away, especially on calm days. On windy days, the forests rustle with the ceaseless ocean rumble and the tops of the pines bend after the passing clouds.

In the Meshchersky Territory, one can see forest lakes with dark water, vast swamps covered with alder and aspen, lonely huts of foresters charred from old age, yellow sands, juniper, shoals of cranes and unforgettable beautiful stars familiar to us under all latitudes.

In this region, you can hear the disturbing cries of quails and hawks, the endless knock of woodpeckers, the heartbreaking howl of wolves, the rustle of rain, the evening play of the harmonica, and at night - the discordant singing of roosters and the sound of the beater of the village watchman. (221 words.) (According to K.G. Paustovsky.)

Grade 11, final control

In the woods.

We move slowly, step by step, wade across a shallow forest river. I’m a little scared, because I don’t see anything, not even water, but I don’t betray fear in anything. Finally, we come to the sandy shore not far from the forest clearing.

Only now I notice that the night has brightened somewhat, and I vaguely see the back of my companion and some indistinct outlines. Against the gray background, the nearest pine trees looming indistinctly with their straight bare trunks, and in their immobility, amid unbroken silence, something stern is felt. Suddenly my hearing is struck by strange sounds, and I shudder involuntarily. These are some high-pitched, unusually sonorous groans emitted by dozens of voices. I can't tell where they're coming from: right, left, front or back. Everything calmed down, and everything again plunged into the former imperturbable silence. Suddenly my companion became alert. Obviously, his sophisticated hearing caught some sounds, but no matter how hard I listened, I could not distinguish anything. We made about eleven more dashes when I finally heard the capercaillie playing.

(157 words.) (According to Kuprin.)

grammar task

Make a syntactic analysis of the sentence.

I can't tell where they're coming from: right, left, front or back.

Only now I notice that the night has brightened somewhat, and I vaguely see the back of my companion and some indistinct outlines.

2. Mark in the text in a one-part impersonal sentence as part of a complex grammatical basis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dictations

Fives

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

(According to E. Shim)

Where do butterflies hibernate

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

Words for reference: urticaria, lemongrass, not found.

By the sea

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

Words for reference: I have a huge one.

Our street

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

Reference words: wooden.

Leaves

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

(According to K. Paustovsky)

Volga

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

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

Mum

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

Reference words: work, with her.

Duckling

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

cold month

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

On the river

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

Words for reference: stopped, death, will do.

On the threshold of winter

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

Words for reference: spoiled, anxious, strange.

Our garden

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

Words for reference: currant, not afraid.

Elk

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

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

Last days of autumn

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

Words for reference: of them. tablecloths.

herringbone

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

(According to N. Sladkov)

Words for reference: moved apart, spread out.

End of october

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

Words for reference: swamps.

Food for everyone

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

Words for reference: growing, treat, appetite. there is.

First snow

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

Words for reference: blew, froze, lay down.

autumn

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

Words for reference: dropped, free, frowned.

In the woods

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

Words for reference: hoarfrost, ran, pubescent.

squirrel memory

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

Came in time to help

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

First frost

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

Help the birds

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

in winter

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

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

(According to A. Mityaev)

Christmas tree

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

(According to A. Tolstoy)

The coming of winter

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

Words for reference: chilly, calm.

Wonderful tree

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

Words for reference: attached, put.

hike

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

Words for reference: bypass.

Winter evening

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

Words for reference: short, dusk, become.

cold

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

Words for reference: frost, goggled.

Winter has come to the forest

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

Meeting

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

Words for reference: ride.

Saved a friend

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

Words for reference: forward.

What kind of animal?

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

(According to E. Charushin)

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

Winter is coming soon

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

Words for reference: sad, trying, calmed down.

Snow

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

Words for reference: carefully, touched, below.

Winter in the forest

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

Snowman

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

The onset of winter

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

Words for reference: pressed.

Castle

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

(According to G. X. Andersen)

Walk

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

white figurines

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

(According to N. Sladkov)

Where do birds sleep?

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

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

Words for reference: lace, looked, what.

First day of winter

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

Winter forest

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

Reference words: motionless.

Snowflakes

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

(According to V. Korabelnikov)

Reference words: even, similar.

Snow Maiden

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

Words for reference: on them, done.

Winter has come

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

Words for reference: quieted down.

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

January

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

On a fishing trip

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

(According to S. Aksakov)

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

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

Morning

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

(According to I. Turgenev)

Starlings

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

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

(According to K. Paustovsky)

Snow Maiden

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

house under the snow

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

Words for reference: feast on, burrow.

nests

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

gossip fox

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

(According to K. Ushinsky)

Spring rain

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

(According to A. Tolstoy)

The bravest

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

(According to E. Shim)

forest musicians

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

(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Everything woke up

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

(According to I. Turgenev)

Thunderstorm

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

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Where is the friend?

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

Hare

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

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Words for reference: there was nothing.

Why do birch trees cry

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

(According to V. Bianki)

marmot

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

(According to S. Aksakov)

silver hoof

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

(According to P.Bazhov)

forest houses

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

Wonderful pantry

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

(According to M. Ilyin and N. Segal)

Spring is coming

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

Early spring

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

Words for reference: fortresses, I heard.

In the woods

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

Birch

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

(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

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

March

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

Reference words: want.

Summer

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

Words for reference: hawk, chirped.

July

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

Words for reference: on me, collects, cuckooed.

Fishing

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

Words for reference: Ivanovka, with them, always.

ducklings

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

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

Luchik

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

(According to A. Perfileva)

Words for reference: licked, glucose, Luchik.

ronja

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

(According to L. Voronkova)

Spring

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

Words for reference: from it, glanced.

hedgehog woke up

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

(According to G. Skrebitsky)

Birds

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

Spring

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

Spring came

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

dog and shadow

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

(According to L. Tolstoy)

The sun

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

Words for reference: because of.

Flowers

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

Reference words: show up.

Nakhodka

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

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

(According to S. Ustinov)

forest fears

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

(According to S. Ustinov)

The heat subsided

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

Words for reference: he, I heard, cleanly.

Petushki

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

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

On the river

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

(According to V. Bianchi)

Words for reference: bumped into another.

Spring Tale

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

(According to G. Skrebitsky)

Words for reference: climbed up.

For berries

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

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

Summer day

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

(According to V. Astafiev)

spring steps

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

bird cherry

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

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Words for reference: from under, raised.

Moscow

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

spring

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

Spring in the forest

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

Camp

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

spring

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

Words for reference: busy.

friendly work

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

Words for reference: satisfied, returned.

Spring

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

Words for reference: breaks through, around.

Underground

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

Reference words: raise.

Hello Spring!

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

Words for reference: melting, snowy.

spring

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

Words for reference: sow, near.

on vacation

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

In the woods

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

Words for reference: hanging, thawed patch, quiet.

Forest Band

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

(According to V. Bianki)

Words for reference: orchestra, ascended.

Moscow

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

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

Cherry blossoms

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

Words for reference: aroma, froze, afraid.

Compass

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

(According to A. Gaidar)

Reference words: compass, tent.

school garden

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

Words for reference: seriously.

Know how to save it

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

Words for reference: protect, grow.

Treasure

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

Reference words: working.

spring morning

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

Words for reference: dawn, apple tree, alley.

May is coming

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

Words for reference: young, on her, carried.

earth in bloom

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

Reference words: bug, fireflies.

In the spruce forest

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

Words for reference: twilight, penetrate, pressed.

In the garden

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

Words for reference: descended, came, calmly.

snowdrops

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

(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

October

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

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

Milk mushrooms

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

Words for reference: flaunted.

tits

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

(According to A. Musatov)

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

When are animals treated?

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

(According to M. Ilyin and E. Segal)

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

In the woods

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

Words for reference: unusual.

Duckling

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

(According to G. X. Andersen)

Secret

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

(According to Yu. Dmitriev)

Meeting

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

Words for reference: hoarfrost, went out, exploded.

Rooks

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

(According to M. Prishvin)

winter bread

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

(According to E. Shim)

Words for reference: like.

She-wolf

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

(According to A. Chekhov)

Reference words: something.

Forest Lake Mystery

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

Words for reference: logs, noticed.

Dog Chris

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

Words for reference: adopt, habits.

Ant

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(According to K. Paustovsky)

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

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

(According to M. Prishvin)

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

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

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

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

The summer day by the river stretches for a long time. River, trees, grass. Where the birds sleep

River, trees, grass

Springs

At the farmer's market

Faith of the fathers

Exercise

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