CONTROL WORK IN RUSSIAN LANGUAGE 8 CL 1 Option

(1) It was already the beginning of June, when, returning home, we drove into a birch grove. (2) The whole day was hot, a thunderstorm was gathering somewhere, but only a small cloud splashed on the dust of the road and on the succulent leaves. (3) The left side of the forest was dark, in the shade. (4) The right one, wet, shone in the sun, slightly swaying from the wind. (5) Everything was in bloom; the nightingales chirped and rolled now close, now far away. (6) No wind was heard in the forest. (7) The birch, all covered with green sticky leaves, did not move, and from under last year's leaves, lifting them, crawled out, turning green, the first grass and purple flowers. (8) Small firs scattered here and there along the birch forest, with their coarse eternal greenery, unpleasantly reminded of winter.

Complete tasks B1-B10

IN 1. Replace phrase BIRCH GROVE

IN 2. From sentences 1-2 write out the word with alternating vowel at the root of the word.

AT 3. From sentences 7-8 write out the word, spelling prefixes FROM if it is followed by a letter denoting a voiceless consonant.

AT 4. From sentences 9-11 write out the word(s) in which the spelling HH is determined by the rule: "In the suffixes of full passive participles, two letters HH are written."

AT 5. You write grammatical basis from sentence 3.

AT 6. Among sentences 1-4, find sentences with isolated circumstances. Write the numbers of these proposals.

AT 7. Specify Quantity grammar basics in sentence 2.

AT 8 homogeneous members

AT 9. In the sentences below from the read text, all commas are numbered. write down the number(s) denoting the comma(s) when separate definition.

The right one, 1 wet, 2 shone in the sun, 3 swayed a little from the wind.

AT 10 O'CLOCK. In the sentences below from the read text, all commas are numbered. write down the number(s) denoting the comma(s) when standalone application.

It was a huge oak, 1 in two girths, 2 with broken ones, 3 can be seen for a long time, 4 branches and with a broken bark, 5 overgrown with old sores.

Option 1

Option 2

CONTROL WORK IN RUSSIAN LANGUAGE 8 CL 2 option

(1) It was already the beginning of June, when, returning home, we drove into a birch grove. (2) The whole day was hot, a thunderstorm was gathering somewhere, but only a small cloud splashed on the dust of the road and on the succulent leaves. (3) The left side of the forest was dark, in shadow. (4) The right one, wet, shone in the sun, slightly swaying from the wind. (5) Everything was in bloom; the nightingales chirped and rolled now close, now far away. (6) No wind was heard in the forest. (7) The birch, all covered with green sticky leaves, did not move, and from under last year's leaves, lifting them, crawled out, turning green, the first grass and purple flowers. (8) Small firs scattered here and there along the birch forest, with their coarse eternal greenery, unpleasantly reminded of winter.

(9) An oak stood on the edge of the road. (10) Probably ten times older than the birches that made up the forest, it was ten times thicker and twice as tall as each birch. (11) It was a huge, two-girth oak tree, with branches broken off, long visible, and with broken bark, overgrown with old sores. (12) With his huge, clumsily outstretched, clumsy hands and fingers, he stood between the smiling birches like an old, angry and contemptuous freak. (13) Only he alone did not want to obey the spring, its charm, and did not want to see either the sun or its first rays.

(14) This oak seemed to say that there is no spring, no sun, no happiness. (15) The crushed dead firs were visible, always alone, and here he is - spreading his broken, torn branches. (16) As he grew up, he stands still, and does not believe in either hopes or deceptions ...

Complete tasks B1-B10

IN 1. Replace phrase PINERY, built on the basis of agreement, by a synonymous phrase with a control connection. Write the resulting phrase.

IN 2. From sentences 15-16 write out the word with alternating vowel at the root of the word.

AT 3. From sentences 14-15 write out the word, spelling prefixes in which is determined by the rule: “At the end of the prefix is ​​\u200b\u200bwritten FROM, if it is followed by a letter denoting a voiceless consonant"

AT 4. From Pr-tions 12-13, write out the word in which the rule is applied: “Two letters HH are written in the suffixes of full passive participles.”

AT 5. You write grammatical basis from pr-tion 6.

AT 6. Among sentences 10-12, find the sentence with introductory word. Write the number of this offer.

AT 7. Specify Quantity grammar basics in offer 1.

AT 8. Among sentences 1-3, find the sentence with homogeneous members. Write the number of this offer.

AT 9. In the following examples, all commas are numbered, write down the number(s) indicating the comma(s) when separate definition.

It was huge 1 in two girths oak, 2 with broken 3 long seen, 4 branches and with broken bark, 5 overgrown with old sores.

AT 10 O'CLOCK. In the sentences below, all commas are numbered, write down the number(s) indicating the comma(s) when isolated circumstance(s).

Birch, 1 all covered with green sticky leaves, 2 did not move 3 and from under last year's leaves, 4 picking them up 5 got out, 6 turning green 7 first grass and purple flowers.

“Grade 8 Final control dictation. Oak It was already the beginning of June when Prince Andrei, returning home, again drove into that birch grove in which this old, gnarled oak is so strange and ... "

Final control dictation.

Every year, cranes return from distant countries to their native swamp. Over the seas and the wide steppe, over the rivers and vast forests, they fly in the spring to their homeland.

A large swamp is overgrown with reeds and last year's sedge. Cautious cranes build their nests in the most remote places. It is good for them to live in the swamps. No one will disturb their peace.

In the spring, cranes lead cheerful round dances, they gather in a circle in the swamp and flap their wings. Soon they will hatch little cranes. Kids will grow up, learn to fly.

G r a m m a t i c e task.

Indicate which of the schemes corresponds to this proposal.

The evening fog smoked in the reeds and hovered over the water like a light vapor.

2. Disassemble the composition of the words: sun, mushroom, bugler, shouted.

3. Determine how many sounds the word beats.

4. In what words should you write b? It’s good ..., take care ..., read ..., because of the dachas ..., swift ..., mice ....

Write a short text on this beginning. Title it.

Spring is a wonderful time of the year. Real spring comes in mid-March.

Final control dictation.

It was already the beginning of June, when Prince Andrei, returning home, drove again into that birch grove in which this old, gnarled oak struck him so strangely and memorable.

The bells rang even more muffled in the forest than a month and a half ago. Everything was full, shady and dense. And the young firs, scattered throughout the forest, did not disturb the general beauty and, maintaining the general mood, gently greened with fluffy young shoots.

“Yes, here, in this forest, there was this oak, with which we agreed,” thought Prince Andrei. "Yes, where is he?" - thought Prince Andrei again, looking at the left side of the road and, without knowing it, without recognizing him, admired the oak that he was looking for. The old oak, all transformed, spread out like a tent of juicy, dark greenery, was thrilled, slightly swaying in the rays of the evening sun. No clumsy fingers, no sores, no old mistrust and grief - nothing was visible. Juicy, young leaves broke through the tough hundred-year-old bark without knots, so that it was impossible to believe that this old man had produced them. “Yes, this is the same oak tree,” thought Prince Andrei, and suddenly an unreasonable spring feeling of joy and renewal came over him.

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Grammar task:

1. Parse the sentence:

1st option - the first sentence of the first paragraph; 2nd option third - sentence of the second paragraph.

2. Make sentence patterns with direct speech.

3. Replace direct speech with indirect speech and write down sentences.

4. Write out a phrase from the text and parse:

1st option - with connection of coordination; 2nd option - with control connection.

Final control dictation

We can say with confidence that Chekhov, more than anyone else, showed all the flexibility, beauty, elegance and diversity of the Russian language. However, he never resorted to forging new, artificial words. His merit lies in the fact that he, without ceasing, studied the language wherever he could. And it cannot be argued that this invisible work was given to him very easily. His youthful stories are far from being free from South Russian phrases and sayings, while his latest works are amazing in their purity of language. Chekhov's proof-readings clearly testify to the enormous, patient refinement of style.

Russian writers will learn the language from Chekhov for a long time to come.

Tolstoy's language is reminiscent of a building erected by giants: in order to judge it, one must look at it from afar. Chekhov's language is a delicate and delicate weaving, which can be viewed through a magnifying glass.

The paths of Russian literature have always been marked, as if by roadside beacons, by the inner radiance of individuals, the warmth of those righteous people, without whom "there is no city of standing." In this sense, Chekhov directly adjoins the mournful and meek images of Garshin and Uspensky.

Chekhov's death contains some deep symbol of true literary confusion. It was as if he had left, and with him the last barrier of shame disappeared - and people became unbridled and naked.

Of course, there is no connection here, but rather a coincidence. However, I know many writers who have previously thought about what Chekhov would say about this. How would Chekhov look at this?

(A. Kuprin)

Final control dictation

In the reflections of the evening dawn one can see the jagged palisade of fir trees. Twilight is gathering, and everything disappears into the darkness of the night.

But then the moon peeps out and drives the darkness into the thicket with soft light, floods a small clearing with a silver glow. Nothing breaks the silence.

Suddenly the snow crunched under someone's heavy feet. It's a smoky gray moose pacing. He calmly makes his way to the aspen and grabs the fragrant needles with his white-lipped mouth, snorts.

A white hare galloped up, nestled under a low, but branchy Christmas tree. Aspen interfered with the moose, he waved his head, and a branch broke off with a crack. The bunny perked up, rose gracefully on its hind legs. Appetizing twig attracted him. Hares always pick up aspen shoots for elk.

An elk stands among the snows shining from the moonlight, chewing on pine needles, and next to it a hare gnaws on an elk gift. The bitterness of the aspen is sweeter than sugar.

(According to D. Zuev)

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It was already the beginning of June, when Prince Andrei, returning home, drove again into that birch grove in which this old, gnarled oak struck him so strangely and memorable. The bells rang even more muffled in the forest than a month and a half ago; everything was full, shady and dense; and young spruce trees scattered throughout the forest did not disturb the general beauty and, imitation of the general character, tenderly turned green with fluffy young shoots. “Yes, here, in this forest, there was this oak, with which we agreed,” thought Prince Andrei. “Yes, where is he,” thought Prince Andrei again, looking at the left side of the road and without knowing it, not recognizing him, admired the oak he was looking for. The old oak tree, all transformed, stretched out in a tent of juicy, dark greenery, was thrilled, slightly swaying in the rays of the evening sun. No clumsy fingers, no sores, no old mistrust and grief - nothing was visible. Juicy, young leaves broke through the tough, hundred-year-old bark without knots, so that it was impossible to believe that this old man had produced them. “Yes, this is the same oak tree,” thought Prince Andrei, and a causeless, spring feeling of joy and renewal suddenly came over him. All the best moments of his life were suddenly remembered to him at the same time. And Austerlitz with a high sky, and the dead, reproachful face of his wife, and Pierre on the ferry, and the girl, excited by the beauty of the night, and this night, and the moon, - and he suddenly remembered all this. “No, life is not over at the age of 31, suddenly, Prince Andrei decided completely, without change. Not only do I know everything that is in me, it is necessary that everyone knows this: both Pierre and this girl who wanted to fly into the sky, it is necessary that everyone knows me, so that my life goes not for me alone so that they do not live so independently of my life, so that it is reflected on everyone and that they all live with me together!

It was already the beginning of June, when Prince Andrei, returning home, drove again into that birch grove in which this old, gnarled oak struck him so strangely and memorable. The bells rang even more muffled in the forest than a month and a half ago; everything was full, shady and dense; and young spruce trees scattered throughout the forest did not disturb the general beauty and, imitation of the general character, tenderly turned green with fluffy young shoots. “Yes, here, in this forest, there was this oak, with which we agreed,” thought Prince Andrei. “Yes, where is he,” thought Prince Andrei again, looking at the left side of the road and without knowing it, not recognizing him, admired the oak he was looking for. The old oak tree, all transformed, stretched out in a tent of juicy, dark greenery, was thrilled, slightly swaying in the rays of the evening sun. No clumsy fingers, no sores, no old distrust and grief - nothing was visible. Juicy, young leaves broke through the tough, hundred-year-old bark without knots, so that it was impossible to believe that this old man had produced them. “Yes, this is the same oak tree,” thought Prince Andrei, and a causeless, spring feeling of joy and renewal suddenly came over him. All the best moments of his life were suddenly remembered to him at the same time. And Austerlitz with a high sky, and the dead, reproachful face of his wife, and Pierre on the ferry, and the girl, excited by the beauty of the night, and this night, and the moon, - and he suddenly remembered all this. “No, life is not over at the age of 31, suddenly, Prince Andrei decided completely, without change. Not only do I know everything that is in me, it is necessary that everyone knows this: both Pierre and this girl who wanted to fly into the sky, it is necessary that everyone knows me, so that my life goes not for me alone so that they do not live so independently of my life, so that it is reflected on everyone and that they all live with me together!

(1) It was already the beginning of June, when, returning home, we drove into a birch grove. (2) The whole day was hot, a thunderstorm was gathering somewhere, but only a small cloud splashed on the dust of the road and on the succulent leaves. (3) The left side of the forest was dark, in shadow. (4) The right one, wet, shone in the sun, slightly swaying from the wind. (5) Everything was in bloom; the nightingales chirped and rolled now close, now far away. (6) No wind was heard in the forest. (7) The birch, all covered with green sticky leaves, did not move, and from under last year's leaves, lifting them, crawled out, turning green, the first grass and purple flowers. (8) Small firs scattered here and there along the birch forest, with their coarse eternal greenery, unpleasantly reminded of winter.

(9) An oak stood on the edge of the road. (10) Probably ten times older than the birches that made up the forest, it was ten times thicker and twice as tall as each birch. (11) It was a huge, two-girth oak tree, with branches broken off, long visible, and with broken bark, overgrown with old sores. (12) With his huge, clumsily outstretched, clumsy hands and fingers, he stood between the smiling birches like an old, angry and contemptuous freak. (13) Only he alone did not want to obey the spring, its charm, and did not want to see either the sun or its first rays.

(14) This oak seemed to say that there is no spring, no sun, no happiness. (15) The crushed dead firs were visible, always alone, and here he is - spreading his broken, torn branches. (16) As he grew up, he stands still, and does not believe in either hopes or deceptions ...

Please help me find epithets in this text, and write what they show? what role do they play? The hunting season was already drawing to a close when Jan

one frosty morning went to a large pine forest. On the way he met a woodcutter. This woodcutter told Jan that he had seen in the forest a female deer [vazhenka - a female deer] and a giant deer, which "had a whole forest of horns on its head." Yang went straight to the forest that the woodcutter pointed out to him, and indeed soon fell on the tracks. One of them resembled a footprint that Jan had once seen by the stream, the other - huge - undoubtedly belonged to the deer of the Sand Hills. The beast woke up in Yan again: he was ready to howl, like a wolf smelling game. The tracks went through the forests and hills, and Yang, or rather, the wolf, into which the hunter turned into, raced along them. All day the deer circled, moving from place to place in search of food, stopping only occasionally to eat some of the snow that replaced their water. All day he chased the tracks and noted every little thing with sophisticated observation, rejoicing that the tracks this time were imprinted especially sharply on the soft snow. Freed from excess clothing and things that interfered with him, Yang silently moved forward and forward. Suddenly, in the distance, something flashed among the bushes. "Could it be a bird?" Yang thought, crouching and peering intently. Some kind of gray object stood out slightly against the gray background of the bushes, and at first it seemed to Jan that it was just a log with knotty branches at one end. But then the gray spot stirred, the knotty branches rose higher for a moment, and Yang trembled ... It immediately became clear to him: the gray spot in the bushes was a deer, a deer of the Sandy Hills! How majestic and full of life he was! Yang looked at him with awe. To shoot him now, when he was resting, unaware of the danger, would be a crime ... But Yang had been longing for this meeting for months. He must shoot. The emotional excitement grew, and Jan's nerves could not stand it: the raised gun trembled in his hands, he could not aim well. His breathing became ragged, he was almost suffocating. Yang lowered the pointing gun... His whole body trembled with excitement. A few moments passed, and Yang regained control of himself. His hand didn't tremble anymore, his eyes clearly saw the target. And why is he so worried - after all, in front of him is just a deer! But at that moment, the deer turned its head, and Yang could clearly distinguish its thoughtful eyes, large ears and nostrils. "Do you dare to kill me?" - the deer seemed to be saying when his gaze settled on Yana. Yang was confused again. A shiver ran through his body. But he knew it was just "hunting fever". He despised this feeling at that moment, although later he learned to respect it. Finally, the wolf that was inside Jan made him shoot. The shot was unsuccessful. The deer jumped up; an important woman appeared near him. Another shot - again unsuccessful ... Following that, a whole series of shots ... But the deer had already managed to hide, quickly jumping from one low hill to another.

The next day, having said goodbye to only one count, without waiting for the ladies to leave, Prince Andrei went home. It was already the beginning of June, when Prince Andrei, returning home, drove again into that birch grove in which this old, gnarled oak struck him so strangely and memorable. The bells rang even more muffled in the forest than a month ago; everything was full, shady and dense; and young spruce trees scattered throughout the forest did not disturb the general beauty and, imitation of the general character, tenderly turned green with fluffy young shoots. The whole day was hot, a thunderstorm was gathering somewhere, but only a small cloud splashed on the dust of the road and on the succulent leaves. The left side of the forest was dark, in shadow; the right one, wet, glossy, shone in the sun, slightly swaying in the wind. Everything was in bloom; the nightingales chirped and rolled now close, now far away. “Yes, here, in this forest, there was this oak, with which we agreed,” thought Prince Andrei. — Where is he? ” thought Prince Andrei again, looking at the left side of the road and, without knowing it himself, without recognizing him, admired the oak he was looking for. The old oak, all transformed, spread out like a tent of juicy, dark greenery, was thrilled, slightly swaying in the rays of the evening sun. No clumsy fingers, no sores, no old grief and distrust - nothing was visible. Juicy, young leaves broke through the hundred-year-old hard bark without knots, so that it was impossible to believe that the old man had produced them. “Yes, this is the same oak,” thought Prince Andrei, and a causeless spring feeling of joy and renewal suddenly came over him. All the best moments of his life were suddenly remembered to him at the same time. And Austerlitz with a high sky, and the dead, reproachful face of his wife, and Pierre on the ferry, and the girl, excited by the beauty of the night, and this night, and the moon - and he suddenly remembered all this. “No, life is not over even for thirty-one years,” Prince Andrei suddenly decided without change. - Not only do I know everything that is in me, it is necessary that everyone knows this: both Pierre and this girl who wanted to fly into the sky, it is necessary that everyone knows me, so that my life goes not for me alone. life, so that they do not live like this girl, regardless of my life, so that it is reflected in everyone and so that they all live with me together! Returning from this trip, Prince Andrei decided to go to Petersburg in the fall and came up with various reasons for this decision. A whole series of reasonable, logical arguments why he needed to go to Petersburg and even serve, was every minute ready for his services. Even now he did not understand how he could ever doubt the need to take an active part in life, just as a month ago he did not understand how the idea of ​​leaving the village could come to him. It seemed clear to him that all his experiences in life must have been lost in vain and be nonsense if he had not put them to work and had not again taken an active part in life. He did not even understand how, on the basis of the same poor rational arguments, it had previously been obvious that he would be humiliated if now, after his lessons in life, he would again believe in the possibility of being useful and in the possibility of happiness and love. Now my mind was telling me something else. After this trip, Prince Andrei began to get bored in the countryside, his previous activities did not interest him, and often, sitting alone in his office, he got up, went to the mirror and looked at his face for a long time. Then he turned away and looked at the portrait of the deceased Liza, who, with curls whipped à la grecque, tenderly and cheerfully looked at him from a golden frame. She no longer spoke the former terrible words to her husband, she simply and cheerfully looked at him with curiosity. And Prince Andrei, with his hands clasped back, paced the room for a long time, now frowning, now smiling, rethinking those unreasonable, inexpressible in words, secret, like a crime, thoughts connected with Pierre, with fame, with the girl at the window, with the oak, with the woman's beauty and love that changed his whole life. And in those moments, when someone came to him, he was especially dry, strict, resolute, and especially unpleasantly logical. “Mon cher,” Princess Mary used to say, entering at such a moment. - Nikolushka cannot go for a walk today: it is very cold. “If it were warm,” Prince Andrei answered his sister especially dryly at such moments, “he would go in one shirt, and since it’s cold, you need to put on warm clothes, which are invented for this, that’s what follows from that that it’s cold, and not just to stay at home when the child needs air,” he said with special logic, as if punishing someone for all this secret, illogical inner work that was going on in him. Princess Marya thought in these cases about how this mental work dries men.