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Help to find a problem in the text!!! Once I imagined that the earth is ours, this fabulous flowering garden of the universe with all its sunsets, sunrises, fresh
mornings and starry nights, icy cold and hot sun, with all its light, cool shadow, July rainbow, summer and autumn fogs, rains, white snow - imagined that our land was irreparably orphaned. Imagine: there is no longer a person on it - and a deaf void rustles in the stone corridors of cities, in the grass of wild fields, and the silence is not broken by the sound of a voice, or laughter, or a cry of despair. In this complete desertion, in icy silence, our beautiful land would immediately lose its highest meaning of being a ship of man in the world space, and in an instant it would be lost, its beauty would disappear. For there is no man - and beauty cannot be reflected in him, in his mind, and be appreciated by him. Who is she for? What is she for? Beauty cannot know itself, as a sophisticated thought, a refined mind can do. Beauty in beauty and for beauty is meaningless, absurd, dead, just as, in essence, reason is for reason. Beauty needs a mirror, a wise connoisseur, a kind or admiring contemplator. After all, the feeling of beauty is a feeling of life, love, hope, an imaginary belief in immortality, since beauty makes us want to live. Beauty is connected with life, life - with love, love - with a person. As soon as these connections are interrupted, beauty in nature dies along with man. A book written by the last artist on a dead earth, if it were filled with the most ingenious harmony of the beautiful, is just paper trash, garbage. After all, the purpose of the book is not a cry into the void, but a reflection in the soul of another person, the transfer of thoughts, the transmigration of feelings. All the museums of the world, which have collected all the beauty, all the masterpieces of painting, would look like scary painted barns without the presence of a person in them. The beauty of art without man becomes perversely ugly, that is, more unbearable than natural ugliness.
Help to find a problem in the text!!! Once I imagined that the earth is ours, this fabulous flowering garden of the universe with all itssunsets, sunrises, fresh mornings and starry nights, icy cold and hot sun, with all its light, cool shadow, July rainbow, summer and autumn fogs, rains, white snow - imagined that our earth was irreparably orphaned. Imagine: there is no longer a person on it - and a deaf void rustles in the stone corridors of cities, in the grass of wild fields, and the silence is not broken by the sound of a voice, or laughter, or a cry of despair. In this complete desertion, in icy silence, our beautiful land would immediately lose its highest meaning of being a ship of man in the world space, and in an instant it would be lost, its beauty would disappear. For there is no man - and beauty cannot be reflected in him, in his mind, and be appreciated by him. Who is she for? What is she for? Beauty cannot know itself, as a sophisticated thought, a refined mind can do. Beauty in beauty and for beauty is meaningless, absurd, dead, just as, in essence, reason is for reason. Beauty needs a mirror, a wise connoisseur, a kind or admiring contemplator. After all, the feeling of beauty is a feeling of life, love, hope, an imaginary belief in immortality, since beauty makes us want to live. Beauty is connected with life, life - with love, love - with a person. As soon as these connections are interrupted, beauty in nature dies along with man. A book written by the last artist on a dead earth, if it were filled with the most ingenious harmony of the beautiful, is just paper trash, garbage. After all, the purpose of the book is not a cry into the void, but a reflection in the soul of another person, the transfer of thoughts, the transmigration of feelings. All the museums of the world, which have collected all the beauty, all the masterpieces of painting, would look like scary painted barns without the presence of a person in them. The beauty of art without man becomes perversely ugly, that is, more unbearable than natural ugliness.
the writers were taken to a rustic house typical of England, solid and tidy. (2) Stone steps led to a low wooden door, and two large brick chimneys towered above the tiled roof. (3) On the walls, window grills, doors and roof, greyish traces of time were visible everywhere. (4) This house differed from other buildings of the same type in only one thing: four and a half centuries ago, the greatest man who ever took a pen in his hands was born in it. (5) Then we were shown a similar house where a girl once lived, remarkable only for the fact that the young Shakespeare liked her. (6) And at the end they led to the church, inside which the author of Hamlet is buried. (7) I could not help but admire how touchingly and carefully the memory of their brilliant countryman is kept in Stratford. (8) But our guide, a local native, quickly dispelled my illusions. (9) Smiling, he said that the poet's contemporaries and neighbors had a very rough idea of his literary pursuits. (10) And in the church, Shakespeare was buried not as a genius, but as an exemplary and fairly generous parishioner. (11) I couldn't believe it. - (12) And why then did they save his house and even the dwelling of his beloved girl? (13) The guide shrugged his shoulders: - (14) Why destroy them? (15) We generally try not to break anything unless absolutely necessary. (16) How then I envied the British, who can dismissively throw: (17) "This church is relatively new, it is only three hundred years old." (18) And the thousand-year-old Moscow confirms only a small part of its age with only rare islands of development ... (19) You and I are not millionaires, we have no family castles, no estates with country palaces, but we, absolutely ordinary Russians, are surrounded by antiquity. (20) We just don’t appreciate it. (21) It cannot be said that today our people do not cherish their native antiquity at all. (22) What is left is being restored little by little. (23) Mansions built two hundred years ago are sold to banks or similar offices with an obligation to preserve the facade. (24) But one day I pass by a very beautiful church in Fili. (25) Pink and white, with a high thin bell tower in the center, it is decorated with fancy baroque stucco. (26) Majestic domes - one in the center, on the bell tower, and four along the edges joyfully shine with gold leaf. (27) I stop to get a better look at it, I go inside. (28) After reading the tablet in front of the entrance, I find out that this church has been standing there since the end of the seventeenth century. (29) And then I asked myself the question: why did she survive to this day? (SO) Why was it not destroyed when it was not yet ancient, but was just one of the many Moscow churches? (31) And he answered himself in bewilderment: they didn’t break it, because - why destroy it? (32) It has already dawned on us that the merchant's mansions should not be demolished, but restored. (33) But it has not yet dawned on us that peasant huts, crooked sheds and black bathhouses are also ancient monuments that keep a material memory of our grandparents and more distant ancestors.
l music - violin. Vasya the Pole played on it. What did the music tell me? What was she complaining about, who was she angry with? Anxiety and bitterness to me, I want to cry, because I feel sorry for myself, I feel sorry for those who sleep soundly in the cemetery! Vasya, without ceasing to play, said: This music was written by a man who was deprived of the most precious thing. If a person has no mother, no father, but has a homeland, he is not yet an orphan. Everything passes: love, regret for it, the bitterness of loss, even the pain from wounds, but the point in the homeland never goes away and does not go out. This music was written by my countryman Oginsky. He wrote on the border, love for his native land, which no one could take away, is still alive Vasya fell silent, the violin spoke, the violin sang, the violin faded away. Her voice became quieter, quieter, it stretched out in the darkness like a thin, light cobweb. The web trembled, swayed, and almost soundlessly broke off. I removed my hand from my throat and exhaled the breath that I was holding with my chest, with my hand because I was afraid to break off the bright cobweb. But she all broke off. The stove went out. Layering, coals fell asleep in it. Silence. Tyumen. Sadness. - It's late, - said Vasya from the darkness. - Go home. Grandma will be worried. Thank you, uncle, I whispered. Vasya stirred in the corner, laughed embarrassedly and asked: "For what?" I don't know why. And jumped out of the hut. With moved tears, I thanked Vasya, this world of the night, the sleeping village, the forest sleeping behind it. I was not even afraid to walk past the cemetery. Nothing is scary now. In those moments there was no evil around me. The world was kind and lonely - nothing, nothing bad was mixed in it. Music about the indestructible love for the motherland sounded in me. And the Yenisei, not sleeping even at night, the silent village behind my back, the grasshopper working with its last strength in defiance of autumn in nettles, it seems that it is the only one in the whole world, the grass cast as if from metal - this was my homeland. ...Many years later. And then one day, at the end of the war, I was standing near the cannons in a destroyed Polish city. There was a smell of burning, bullets all around. And suddenly, in the house across the street from me, the sounds of an organ were heard. This music disturbed the memory. Once I wanted to die from incomprehensible sadness and delight after I listened to Oginsky's polonaise. But now, just as on that distant night, she grabbed by the throat, but did not squeeze out tears, did not grow pity. so that the sky would not throw up explosions. Music dominated the city, numb with grief, the same music that, like a sigh of his land, was kept in the heart of a person who had never seen his homeland and yearned for her all his life.
The miraculous (?) knight of the horse from the river watered the golden helmet and picked up the shield from the ground, now he was galloping ... along the edge ... groves ... and the horse's tail and horse's mane onthe wind develops ... and pines and spruces, birches and willows seem to fold over a wondrous horse and branches pull him with ... dock to him, to ... give an armful of leaves on ... a sparkling helmet and armor.
Wow ... it drags on for a long time in autumn ... in these evenings because the sun from the sky seems to fall (at) askance and not immediately go to the ground ... but it rolls like fire ... the th wheel to where the view seems ... and the end of the earth and behind it one can see ... a (not) foreseeable heavenly wasteland .. and a blue meadow with golden flowers at (half) night the flowers break from the branches from the wind and slowly smoothly fall to the ground drawing in the air ... a farewell golden arc.
Like large paintings with a hasty charcoal drawing, the fields and glades rushed along their edges ... the blackened crowns of forest trees and into the sky ... carefully moved ... the greenish axial stars ... as if they were afraid they (in) the bottom would break off ... and draw a prophetic across the sky a golden line according to which local brides will guess about the return of their grooms.
Meadows (a long time ago) have been sloping for a long time ... and only (in some) where, like ... you see shit ... among the (s / h) harvested field, crosses from sheaves stand in a soldier’s rank, and either their peasant woman did not have time to take ... either from grief because her husband was shaved into soldiers, she forgot about them, but they stood as if waiting ... giving the mistress and from the very edge of the lanes near them (not) compressed wedge ... shining in the wind and so ... beaten by rain like a horse’s mane ... on which he rode all brownie night.
Tasks for proposals.
Fill in the missing letters and punctuation marks. Emphasize grammatical basics. Determine the number of parts in the sentence. Determine the types of links between the parts of the sentence. Find conjunctions and allied words. Determine the types of one-part sentences (if any). Define Types subordinate clauses. Work with the score sheet.
For students of the 9th grade, control dictations are offered for two semesters and the end of the academic year. You can schedule control in work program based on texts selected from the material. Some dictations are given additional tasks on the syntax of a complex sentence. Students will learn how to make sentences with different types connections, describe.
Control dictation based on the results of the 1st half of the year
well-mannered people
Educated people respect the human personality, and therefore are always condescending, gentle, polite. They are compassionate not only to beggars and cats. They are sick of the soul and from what you can’t see with the naked eye. They are sincere and afraid of lies, like fire. 4 They do not lie even in trifles. They do not show off, they behave in the street just as they do at home, they do not throw dust in the eyes of the smaller brethren. They are not talkative and do not climb with frankness when they are not asked.
They do not humiliate themselves in order to arouse sympathy in another. They do not play on the strings of other people's souls, so that in response they sigh and coddle with them. They don't say, "They don't understand me," because that has a cheap effect.
They are not busy. They are not interested in such fake diamonds as meeting celebrities.
Reading Pickwick is not enough to educate yourself and not stand below the level of the environment in which you have fallen. Here we need uninterrupted day and night work, eternal reading, study of the will. 4 (According to A. Chekhov.)
(152 words.)
grammar task
Eagle Nest
Once a herd of precious wild spotted deer, advancing towards the sea, came to a narrow cape. We stretched a wire mesh behind them across the entire cape and blocked their path to the taiga. The deer had a lot of grass and shrubs for food, we only had to protect our dear guests from predators - leopards, wolves and even from eagles. four
From the height of the mountain, I began to look at the rock below and soon noticed that near the sea, on a high rock covered with grass loved by deer, a female deer was grazing. Near it in the shadow lay some yellowish circle. Looking through binoculars, I soon became convinced that it was a deer.
Suddenly, where the surf throws its white fountains, as if trying to get them into the dark green pines inaccessible to it, an enormous eagle rose, soared high and rushed down. But the mother heard the noise of a huge falling bird, quickly grabbed and met her: she stood on her hind legs against the cub and tried to hit the eagle with her front hooves, and he, angry with an unexpected obstacle, began to advance until a sharp hoof hit him. 4 (163 words.)
grammar task
Perform syntactic analysis of the given sentences.
reefs
The sumptuous tropical day was coming to an end. The scorching heat subsided, and a gentle coolness blew from the quiet ocean.
The sun was rapidly sinking towards sunset and soon lit up the distant horizon with a blazing glow, coloring the sky with magical tints of all kinds of colors and colors, now bright, now tender, and flooding with a brilliance of purple and gold both the strip of the ocean, and the exposed tops of the volcanic mountains of the high a verdant island sharply outlined in the transparent clarity of the air.
Blowing black puffs of smoke from her white pipe, the "Kite" approaches the foaming breakers, which turn white in a wavy silver ribbon near the island. These mighty ocean waves break noisily against a barrier that has risen thanks to the age-old work of small polyps from the invisible depths of the ocean, on a narrow surface strip of a ring-shaped coral reef to the very island.
Slowing down, the Kite flew through the narrow passage of the reef, left the ocean behind, and found herself in the calm of a lagoon smooth as a mirror and blue as turquoise. This lagoon, surrounded on all sides, is an excellent harbor, in the depths of which, immersed all in greenery and sparkling under the rays of the setting sun with the red-golden brilliance of their white huts and red buildings of the embankment that look out from behind the mighty foliage , sheltered a small city - the capital of the kingdom on the islands. (176 words)
house in the garden
A huge old maple towering over everything southern part the garden, visible from everywhere, became even larger and more visible: dressed in fresh, dense greenery.
The main alley became higher and more visible. The tops of her old lindens were covered with a pattern of young foliage, rose and stretched over the garden in a bright green ridge.
And below the maple lay something solid, curly, fragrant, creamy.
And all this: a huge lush top of a maple tree, a bright green ridge of an alley, the wedding whiteness of apple trees, pears, bird cherry trees, the blue of the sky, and everything that grew in the gardens, and in the hollow, and along the side linden alleys and paths, and under the foundation the southern wall - everything was striking in its density, freshness and novelty.
On the clean green yard, the vegetation coming from everywhere seemed to have become more crowded, the house seemed to have become smaller and more beautiful. He seemed to be waiting for guests: all day long the doors and windows were open in all rooms: in the white hall, in the blue old-fashioned living room, in the small sofa hung with oval miniatures, and in the sunny library, a large and empty corner room with old icons and low bookcases. And everywhere green, sometimes light, sometimes dark, sometimes emerald trees looked into the rooms. (179 words)
Night
The night was dark. Although the moon had risen, it was hidden by thick clouds that covered the horizon. Perfect silence reigned in the air. Not the slightest breeze rippled the smooth surface of the sleeping river, which quickly and silently rolled its waters to the sea. In some places, only a slight splash was heard near the steep bank from a lump of earth that separated and fell into the water. Sometimes a duck flew over us, and we heard a quiet but sharp whistle of its wings. Sometimes the catfish floated to the surface of the water, stuck out its ugly head for a moment and, whipping its tail along the jets, sank into the depths. Everything is quiet again.
Suddenly, a deaf, drawn-out roar is heard and does not go away for a long time, as if frozen in a silent night. This deer wanders far, far away and calls the female. The hunter's heart trembles at this sound, and before his eyes a proud horn is clearly drawn, quietly making its way through the reeds.
The boat, meanwhile, glides imperceptibly, propelled by the careful strokes of the oars. The tall, motionless figure of Stepan looms indistinctly on the horizon. His white long oar moves inaudibly back and forth and only occasionally is transferred from one side of the boat to the other. (According to I. Bielfeld.)
Horn sounds
That morning, for the first time in my life, I heard the playing of a shepherd's horn that struck me.
I looked into open window lying in a warm bed and trembling from the chill of the dawn. The street was bathed in the pink light of the rising sun behind the houses. Now the gates of the yard opened, and the gray-haired shepherd-owner, in boots anointed with tar and a high hat resembling a top hat, came out into the middle of the still deserted street. He put his hat at his feet, crossed himself, put a long horn to his lips with both hands, puffed out his thick cheeks, and I shuddered at the first sounds: the horn played so loudly that it even rattled in my ears. But that was only at first. Then he began to take it higher and more pitifully, and suddenly began to play something joyful, and I became cheerful.
The cows mooed in the distance and began to creep up little by little, while the shepherd stood and played. He played with his head thrown back, as if forgetting everything in the world. The shepherd took a breath, and then admiring voices were heard on the street: “This is the master! And where does he have so much spirit in him! The shepherd, probably, also heard this and understood how they were listening to him, and he was pleased with it. (According to I. Shmelev.)
(172 words.)
Mikhailovsky house
By the house you can judge its owner, and often, looking at a person, you can imagine his house. But sometimes it happens that the house and its owner, by their nature and by appearance are complete opposite each other, and then both the house and its inhabitants look sad. Everything is marked by a kind of unrest and unsettledness. But it also happens that a person becomes so close to his dwelling that it is difficult to understand where the dwelling ends and the inhabitants begin.
Restoring the Mikhailovsky House, I thought a lot about Pushkin's dwelling, trying to really imagine how it was arranged and how it looked. After all, Pushkin himself and his friends, who visited him in the village, were so stingy with stories about this house!
And somehow it seemed to me: back there, in the south, Pushkin forced the heroes of his Onegin to live in the same village, surrounded by the same nature, among which he himself now had to live in Mikhailovsky. There, in the south, he dreamed of an old master's house, which would be located on the slope of a hill, surrounded by meadows, behind the meadows eternally noisy dense groves, a river, a huge neglected garden ... (S. Geichenko.)
Control dictation based on the results of the 2nd half of the year
Seton-Thompson
In the thirties, on hills overgrown with junipers and pines, next to Indian huts, an illustrious man - a writer, artist, naturalist - built himself a dwelling. He himself drew a plan for the construction, he himself chose logs and stones, along with carpenters, he did not let go of the ax. He chose a wild, uncomfortable place in order to live the rest of his days in nature, not yet trampled by man ...
The house came out quite spacious, similar to an Asian one - with a flat roof and a long porch on stilts made of unhewn logs. Everything is brought here by the taste and lifestyle of the owner. The window is large and next to it is very tiny, looking out of the masonry like an embrasure. The porch is filled with Indian-made wooden figurines of some gods, goggle-eyed people and bright red angry bears.
Here is a large room full of books and pictures. An armchair near the table with a carved greeting: "Welcome, my friends!" Guests sat in this chair: artists, writers, scientists who came here. But more often the Indians sat in the chairs. They lived here in the hills, and the doors of the house were open for them at any hour.
Seton-Thompson sometimes did not sign letters to Indians and friends in the East, but drew the trail of a wolf - this meant a signature. (According to V. Peskov.)
(172 words.)
How Chekhov worked
Chekhov's life was subordinated to writing. Those who lived near Chekhov guessed that it always boiled inner work. It seemed as if his senses were constantly fixing in his memory expressions, conversations, colors, sounds, smells.
Chekhov entered much of what he noticed around him into a notebook, made notes at home, at dinner, at night, on a boat, in a field. When this book was not at hand, he wrote down on anything: on a piece of paper, a business card, on the back of a letter addressed to him.
Chekhov said that the theme is given by chance. This meant that Chekhov did not invent topics while sitting at his desk in his office. But he did not wait for the opportunity to come to him. The writer himself went to meet the occasion, he was always looking for it, stubbornly tracking down the topic, as a hunter tracks down game.
Much in Chekhov's life was explained by the search for these cases: sudden absences from home, unexpected departures, hours spent in night teas, hospitals, hotels in county towns, railway stations. Lines from notebooks turned into sketches for future works, then into a draft, all around covered with corrections and inserts. Manuscripts of all real masters are crossed out along and across. Chekhov knew well that writing was simply the hardest thing to do. (According to A. Raskin.)
Near the house
If in the morning you wake up from a strange knock on the glass and, having risen, you see a titmouse on the windowsill, do not be surprised - a guest has come from the forest. If you want to wake up every morning to the sound of a tit bell (and this is the best of alarm clocks), put a piece of bacon (necessarily unsalted) - you are guaranteed a constant friendship of tits, woodpeckers and nuthatch.
This neighborhood is not at all a burden to people. It is easier for a person to live in the cold and in bad weather if these fussy and gullible beggars are nearby. Every manifestation of life nearby nourishes the soul...
In autumn, a lot of living creatures gather around the house. Swallows before flying away, starlings, before disappearing, always visit the nest or their native birdhouse - they sit, whistle. Not like in spring, they whistle softly, thoughtfully, as if they are remembering something. If a mountain ash or a viburnum bush grows near the house, expect thrushes, waxwings, bullfinches. And take a closer look on the ground: mice appeared, a nimble weasel, a mouse hunter, a hedgehog rustles leaves in the garden at night. And our old and reliable friends - tits almost never leave, they are in sight all day. If you hear them, you will take a deep breath and smile once again. (According to V. Peskov.)
Final control dictation for the academic year
Dangerous way
No matter how the lieutenant hurried the fighters on the last kilometers of the journey, the dawn nevertheless caught them in a bare snow-white field on the approaches to the highway. four
Taking advantage of the predawn twilight, Ivanovsky walked another kilometer. With ever-increasing risk, he approached a thread of the road, barely visible on the slope, and suddenly saw cars descending from the hillock on it. The lieutenant almost cried out in annoyance: it didn't take just fifteen minutes to get through to the other side. 4 To console himself, at first he thought that the cars would soon pass, and they really quickly disappeared in the distance, but some kind of horse-drawn cart appeared next, then two black squat cars jumped out to overtake him from behind a hillock. It became clear: traffic was intensifying, there was nothing to think about crossing the highway unnoticed.
Then Ivanovsky, not approaching the highway, but not moving away from it, took a sharp turn to the side, onto a nearby bare hillock with a sparse mane of bushes.
Spending the last of their strength, the skiers climbed the slope of the hillock, almost knocking the wounded man out of the sled, and the lieutenant, overcoming the pain that had become familiar, wearily slid to the nearby bushes. (165 words)
grammar task
Perform syntactic analysis of the given sentences.
Forest Lake
Behind the roadside bush rose mixed forest. On the left side gleamed mysteriously black water. We were only waiting for the path to rush along it into the depths of the forest and find out what was there. And here is the path.
Before we had time to take two hundred steps along it, a boisterous, angry yelping of a little dog stopped us. Not far away stood the forester's hut.
The forester invited us into the house and wanted to make arrangements for the table. But we said that we did not need anything and that we turned off the main road solely to find out what kind of water glittered between the trees.
The water began about fifty paces from the threshold, but much lower than it, since the house stood on a hillock. The narrow boat we boarded was so light that under the weight four people plunged into the water to the very edge. The lake of extraordinary beauty surrounded us. The dark green oaks and lindens that overgrown the lake shores were clearly reflected in the still water. 4 Rare and clear, like stars, flowers of white lilies rested on the water. Each flower was set off so sharply by the blackness of the lake mirror that we usually noticed it two or three hundred meters away. 4 (According to V. Soloukhin.)
grammar task
Perform syntactic analysis of the given sentences.
Determine the types of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.
Mikhailovsky park
I have traveled almost the whole country, I have seen many places that are amazing and heartbreaking, but none of them possessed such a sudden lyrical power as Mikhailovskoye. It was deserted and quiet there. There were clouds above. Below them, over the green hills, over the lakes, along the paths of a hundred-year-old park, shadows passed.
Mikhailovsky Park is a hermit's shelter. This is a park made for loneliness and reflection, where it is difficult to have fun. 4 He is a little gloomy with his age-old fir trees, tall, silent and imperceptibly passes into the same majestic, like himself, century-old desert forests. Only on the outskirts of the park, through the twilight that is always present under the arches of old trees, will suddenly open a clearing overgrown with brilliant buttercups, and a pond with still water.
The main charm of Mikhailovsky Park is in the cliff above Sorotya and in the house of the nanny Arina Rodionovna ... The house is so small and touching that it’s even scary to climb its dilapidated porch. four
And from the cliff above Sorotya you can see two blue lakes, a wooded hill and our eternal modest sky with clouds sleeping on it...
grammar task
Perform syntactic analysis of the given sentences.
Warm evening
The warm windless day faded away. Only far on the horizon, where the sun had set, the sky was still reddened with crimson stripes, as if it had been smeared with wide strokes of a huge brush dipped in blood. Against this strange and formidable background, the jagged wall of the coniferous forest was clearly drawn in a rough, dark silhouette. And in some places, the transparent round tops of bare birches sticking out above it seemed to have been drawn in the sky with light strokes of delicate greenish ink. A little higher, the pink glow of the fading sunset, imperceptibly to the eyes, turned into a faint shade of faded turquoise ...
The air had already darkened, and the trunk of every tree stood out in it. It was sometimes heard how an invisible beetle was buzzing in a thick bass, flying somewhere very close, and how it, dryly slapping on some kind of obstacle, immediately fell silent. four
Here and there, silver threads of forest streams and swamps flickered through the thicket of trees. The frogs burst into them with their hasty, deafening cry; the toads echoed them with a rarer, melodic hoot. Sometimes a duck flew overhead with a timid quack, and one could hear how, with a loud and short bleating, a snipe-ram flies from place to place. 4 (According to A. Kuprin.)
grammar task
Perform syntactic analysis of the given sentences.
Determine the types of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.
natural world
A person impoverishes his spiritual life if he arrogantly looks down on all living and non-living things that are not endowed with his human mind. 4 After all, the life of people, no matter how complex it may be, no matter how far our power over the surrounding world extends, is just a particle of the life of nature. After all, what we know about her today is so small compared to the mysterious, amazing and beautiful that we still have to learn about her. four
Perhaps, to find out today, when it is important for a person to connect in his mind the latest data on elementary particles, on the "black holes" of the Universe with the snow-whiteness of daisies in forest glades, with luxurious, pulsating constellations above his head, somewhere in the middle of the endless steppe.
We are still interested in the habits of animals and birds - outlandish overseas and ours, familiar from childhood. We are interested in many things: why is such a dense animal like a bear easy to train; does not threaten gray wolf entry into the Red Book (where scientists enter animals that are threatened with extinction from the face of the planet); how fast rock crystals grow and why the common plantain leaf is considered healing. (According to I. Akimushkin.)
(169 words)
grammar task
Perform syntactic analysis of the given sentences.
Determine the types of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.
Native, cherished
Having made a heavy downpour, flashed with lightning, fell into the forests thundercloud. It still rumbles there, continues to sow rain, short, summer. It brightened all around, the sun's rays splashed after the cloud, and a seven-color rainbow appeared in the middle of the sky over the forests. four
For me, since childhood, she carries two riddles. First, where did this word come from - from an arc or from joy? Secondly, where and how can you find its foot?
According to an old belief, there, at the foot of the rainbow, treasures of countless treasures are buried. Is that why it shimmers so brightly? Isn't that the only reason it can evoke a smile? I thought, what a happiness it is to visit the treasured foot! Only at no time was there a person who visited there.
A lot has changed over the years. I haven't been looking for the bottom of the rainbow for a long time. I know for sure what the rainbow rests on native land rich in countless treasures. 4 That's why its overflows are bright, that's why the echo of joy sounds in its very name.
Much changes, but the rainbow remains the same. And it doesn't dim. Just as beautiful as when I was a child. This is happiness. (According to F. Polenov.)
grammar task
Perform syntactic analysis of the given sentences.
Find a complex sentence with several subordinate clauses, draw up a diagram of this sentence.
Winter
1) So, she came - the long-awaited winter! 2) It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! 3) The streets, yesterday still dull in autumn, are completely covered with burning snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. 4) A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, frost covered the branches of poplars. 5) Whether you look along the street, stretched out as an even ribbon, whether you look close, look around you - everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow ...
6) Occasionally a rising breeze tingles your face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! 7) What gentle, soft snowflakes swirl smoothly in the air! 8) No matter how prickly frost, it is also pleasant. 9) Isn't it because we all love winter, that, just like spring, it fills the chest with an exciting feeling.
10) Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. 11) It is so easy to breathe and so good in the soul that you involuntarily smile, and you want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning:
− 12) Hello, long-awaited, vigorous winter! (143 words.)
grammar task
1. From sentences 3-4 write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.
From sentence 7, write out the word with the unstressed vowel being checked at the root.
Write out a phrase (sentence No. 7) built on the basis of control.
Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence number 8.
Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence number 10.
From sentence No. 3, write out a separate, common, agreed-upon definition.
From sentence No. 5, write out a separate, common, agreed-upon definition.
Among sentences 8-11, find a compound with a coordinating and subordinating connection. Write the number of this offer.
Among sentences 6-7, find the compound. Write the number of this offer.
Specify the number of the NGN with a subordinate adverbial concessive.
Name the way of forming words in a friendly way, tightly.
Father
1) When I remember my father, I always feel remorse. 2) It seems that he did not appreciate and love him enough. 3) Every time I feel guilty that I know too little of his life. 4) Didn't bother to recognize her when it was possible! 5) I try and cannot understand what kind of person he was.
6) And he was amazing with some wonderful talent of his nature.
7) That winter I was twenty years old, and he was sixty. 8) In spite of everything, my young forces have just blossomed. 9) And his whole life was behind him. 10) And no one in that winter understood the way he did what was in my soul, did not feel the combination of sorrow and youth in it.
11) It was a sunny day, and the yard lit with snow looked affectionately out the window of the office.
12) Father took the guitar and began to play something his favorite and dear. 13) His gaze became firm and cheerful in tune with the gentle merriment of the guitar, muttering with a sad smile about something dear and lost, about the fact that everything in life passes and is not worth tears. (According to I. Bunin.)
(152 words.)
Exercise
From sentences 8-10 write out a word with an unpronounceable consonant in the root.
From sentences 11-13 write out a word with an unpronounceable consonant in the root.
Write out a phrase (sentence No. 7), built on the basis of agreement.
Write out a phrase (sentence No. 11) built on the basis of adjacency.
Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence No. 4.
Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence No. 13.
What part of speech is the word any and some? Name their grades.
Among sentences 11-13, find a complex sentence that includes a compound. Write the number of this offer.
Among sentences 7-10, find a complex sentence that includes a compound. Write the number of this offer.
Among sentences 1-4, indicate the number of the NGN with a qualifying clause.
Among sentences 6-10, indicate the number of the NGN with an explanatory clause.
Name the method of word formation talent and not enough.
fram and heron
1) In windy weather, a fledgling, but not able to fly, fell out of the nest, no different from adult birds.
2) I caught him and, carefully holding his long beak, sharp as an awl, brought him home. 3) The burning eyes of the young heron seemed unkind. 4) I held the beak of the caught heron with my hand, fearing that she would gouge out my eye. 5) I arranged it on a small glass veranda, where my dog Fram was placed in the corner.
6) The heron, located in another corner, did not seem to pay attention to her. 7) Soon she got used to her dwelling and willingly ate the fish that was brought to her. 8) When Fram was given food in a clay cup and he began to gnaw at the bones, a funny picture was repeated: the heron was slowly heading towards Fram. 9) He bared his teeth and barked, but she did not pay the slightest attention to it. 10) Slowly approaching Fram, she examined the cup, the gnawed bones, turned around and just as slowly left. 11) I kept this bird for a short time and released it into the wild. 12) She waved her wide wings and soon disappeared.
13) I then realized that all living things require care. (According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov.)
(164 words.)
Exercise
From sentences 2-4 write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.
Write out a phrase (sentence No. 13) built on the basis of control.
Write out a phrase (sentence number 9), built on the basis of agreement.
Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence number 5.
Write down the grammatical foundations of sentence number 7.
From sentence number 2, write out a separate circumstance.
From sentence number 10, write out a separate circumstance.
Find in the text complex sentences with subordinate explanatory and subordinate attributive clauses. Write the numbers of these proposals.
Write out an introductory word from the text.
Write out a comparative phrase from the text.
Name the way the words gnaw and slowly are formed.
Lyubka grass
1) At noon, I found myself in a rare-stemmed pine forest, where there was silence, thickened by twilight.
2) I climbed the pass. 3) Branchy ferns soon appeared, at the sight of which, as always, something will move in the heart. 4) It is not exactly dying, but anxiously waiting for some miracles. 5) So in childhood it shrank when the narrator told a terrible tale.
6) The sun crumbled towards me in a yellow sheaf. 7) I opened my eyes: ahead I could see the crowns of pine trees growing in crevices. 8) Ridge rib was scratched. 9) Above and below, everything buzzed from bee and wasp wings. 10) Wild peonies burned out with forgotten bonfires. 11) Amidst the forest stuff, a love sparkled with mica petals, almost unnoticed by the children.
12) I would collect this grass in all forests and swamps, insist on its roots and water people so that they would be filled with respect for each other and understand that to love is a human purpose, a divine command. (According to V. Astafiev.)
(132 words.)
Exercise
Write out from sentence number 5 all the words with long hard sounds.
Write out from sentence No. 6 all the words with a mismatch in the number of sounds and letters.
Name the way of word formation of the words all sorts of things and were filled. Write down the word from which they are formed. Name the wording of these words.
What part of speech are the words above, below, towards? What part of speech in another context can they be?
Indicate how complicated sentences No. 1 and No. 11 are.
From sentences 4-5, write out words with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.
From sentences 7-10 write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.
Write out a phrase (sentence No. 4) built on the basis of adjacency.
Write out a phrase (sentence No. 3) built on the basis of agreement.
Find in the text a complex subordinate with a clause of tense. Write the number of this offer.
Find in the text complex subordinate clauses with attributive clauses. Write the numbers of these proposals.
Birth of the day
1) The best thing in the world is to watch the day unfold! 2) Here the first ray of the sun flashed. 3) The night shadow quietly hides in the gorges of the mountains, and their peaks smile with a gentle smile.
4) The waves of the sea raise their white heads high and bow to the rising sun. 5) "Good afternoon!" says the sun as it rises over the sea.
6) Flowers weighed down with dew playfully sway. 7) They reach for the sun, and its rays burn in dew drops, shower petals and leaves with the sparkle of diamonds.
8) Golden bees circle above them, eagerly drink sweet honey, and their thick song flows in the air.
9) The red-breasted robins woke up, the first to meet the sun. 10) Siskins are jumping in the bushes, swallows are chasing midges.
11) People wake up and go to the fields to their work. 12) The sun looks at them and smiles. 13) It knows better than anyone how much good people have done on earth. 14) It once saw it as a desert, but now the earth is covered with the great work of people. (According to M. Gorky.)
Exercise
How many hard sounds are there in the word sun in sentence No. 7? Write these sounds.
How many soft sounds are in the word burdened in sentence number 7? Write these sounds.
Name the word-formation method of the word quietly in sentence No. 3. Write down the word from which it is formed.
Name the word formation method of the word once in sentence No. 14. Write down the word from which it is formed.
What part of speech is the word better in sentence number 13? What part of speech in another context can it still be?
What part of speech is the word playfully in sentence number 6? What part of speech in another context can it still be?
Indicate how complicated sentences No. 7 and No. 8 are.
From sentences 6-8 write out a word with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.
From sentences 1-4, write out words with an alternating unstressed vowel in the root.
Write out a phrase (sentence No. 1) built on the basis of control.
Write out a phrase (sentence No. 14) built on the basis of agreement.
Find in sentences 1-5 a complex subordinate with an explanatory clause. Write the number of this offer.
Find in sentences 9-14 a complex subordinate with an explanatory clause. Write the number of this offer.
"EAGLE NEST"
Once a herd of precious wild spotted deer, moving towards the sea, came to a narrow cape. We stretched a wire mesh behind them across the entire cape and blocked their path to the taiga. The reindeer had a lot of grass and shrubs for food, we only had to protect our dear guests from predators - leopards, wolves and even from eagles.
One day, from the height of the Misty Mountain, I began to look at the rock below. I soon noticed that near the sea, on a high rock covered with the grass loved by deer, a female deer was grazing, and near her in the shade lay some kind of yellowish circle. Looking through good binoculars, I soon became convinced that a young deer was lying in a circle in the shade.
Suddenly, where the surf throws its white fountains, trying, as it were, to get them into the dark green pines inaccessible to it, a large eagle rose, soared high, looked like a deer and rushed. But the mother heard the noise of a huge falling bird, quickly grabbed and met: she stood on her hind legs against the cub and tried to hit the eagle with her front hooves, and he, angry with an unexpected obstacle, began to advance until one sharp hoof hit him. The crumpled eagle recovered with difficulty in the air and flew back into the pines where it had a nest. Shortly thereafter, we destroyed the predator's nest, and called the beautiful rocks the Eagle's Nest.
"BLUE FOX"
Furugelm is a small island in the Sea of Japan. Our fur breeders brought blue foxes from the North, let them on the island, and expensive animals took root. Here I observed with interest the life of these very familial, but extremely roguish animals, close relatives of our cunning fox. Not far from the fishing camp, almost near the very tents, an unusually blown and strong family of arctic foxes settled down. There once stood a fanza, a Korean hut, now only a kan, or a floor overgrown with weeds as tall as a man, is left of it. In Koreans, the floor is heated, arranged with chimneys, like a stove. And under this canal, a pair of arctic foxes, Vanka and Masha, settled down to live.
By the way, near the canal, a hill of old garbage towered over the weeds and served as a veranda or observation post for the arctic foxes.
Once a bald eagle dared to go down to the fishermen and snatch a sardine from their fishery. The eagle raised the fish to the rock. And the foxes, led by Vanka and Masha, followed the actions of the white-headed one.
Just then, the white-headed eagle began to peck at his prey, out of nowhere the white-tailed eagle and rushed at the white-headed eagle to take the sardine from him. At this time, the foxes peered with their yellow eyes and realized: Vanka stayed with the children, and Masha in a short time from pebble to pebble she reached the top of the cliff, grabbed a sardine and was like that. At home, on their veranda, having given the prey to the children, the foxes, as if nothing had happened, continued to follow the struggle of the eagles with interest, now completely forgetting about the fish.
"BEAST CHIPMUNK"
One can easily understand why the sika deer has frequent white spots scattered everywhere on its skin.
Once I'm on Far East He walked very quietly along the path and, without knowing it himself, stopped near the lurking deer. They hoped that I would not notice them under the broad-leaved trees, in the dense grass. But, it happened, a deer tick painfully bit a small calf; he trembled, the grass swayed, and I saw him and everyone. It was then that I realized why deer have spots. The day was sunny, and in the forest there were "bunnies" on the grass - exactly the same as those of deer and fallow deer. With such "bunnies" it is easier to hide. But for a long time I could not understand why the deer has a large white circle on the back and near the tail, like a napkin, and if the deer gets scared and rushes to run, then this napkin becomes much more noticeable. Why do deer need these napkins? I thought about it and here's how I figured it out.
Once we caught wild deer and began to feed them in the home nursery with beans and corn. In winter, when in the taiga with such difficulty the deer gets food, they ate with us the most favorite and most delicious dish in the nursery. And they are so accustomed to the fact that, when they see a bag of beans, they run to us and crowd around the trough. And they poke their muzzles so greedily and hurry that beans and corn often fall from the trough to the ground. Pigeons have already noticed this - they fly to peck grains under the very hooves of deer. Chipmunks also come running to collect falling beans, these small, very pretty striped animals that look like a squirrel. It is difficult to convey how shy these spotted deer are and what they can imagine. The female, our beautiful Hua-Lu, was especially shy.
It happened once, she ate beans in a trough next to other deer. Beans fell to the ground, pigeons and chipmunks ran close to the hooves of the deer. Here Hua-Lu accidentally stepped on the fluffy tail of one animal with her hoof, and this chipmunk in response dug into the leg of a deer. Hua-Lu shuddered, looked down, and she probably imagined the chipmunk as something terrible. How she throws herself! And behind it all at once on the fence, and - bang! Our fence fell down. The small animal chipmunk, of course, immediately hid, but for the frightened Hua-Lu: now it was not a small, but a huge chipmunk animal that was running after her, rushing in her tracks. The other deer understood her in their own way and quickly followed her. And all these deer would have run away and all our hard work would have been lost, but we had a German shepherd Taiga, well accustomed to these deer. We sent Taiga after them. Deer rushed in insane fear, and, of course, they thought that it was not a dog running after them, but the same terrible, huge beast chipmunk.
Many animals have such a habit that if they are driven, they run in a circle and return to the same place. This is how hare hunters chase dogs: the hare almost always runs to the same place where he lay, and then the shooter meets him. And the deer so rushed for a long time through the mountains and dales and returned to the same place where they live well - both hearty and warm. And so the excellent, smart dog Taiga returned the reindeer to us.
But I almost forgot about the white napkins, which is why I started this story. When Hua-Lu rushed over the fallen fence and the white napkin became much wider, much more noticeable from fear behind her, then only this flickering white napkin was visible in the bushes. Another deer ran after her along this white spot, and he himself also showed his white spot to the deer following him. It was then that I guessed for the first time what these white napkins serve for sika deer. In the taiga, after all, not only a chipmunk - there is a wolf, and a leopard, and the tiger itself. One deer will notice the enemy, rush, show a white spot and save the other, and this one saves the third, and all together come to a safe place.
"THE BIRTH OF THE PAN"
We were in a sika deer kennel in the Far East. These deer are so beautiful that they are called “flower deer” in Chinese.
Each deer has its own name. Piskunya and Manka with their deer are completely tame deer, but, of course, Kastryulka is the kindest of all deer. It can happen with this Saucepan that he will come under the window and, if you do not pay attention to her, put his head on the windowsill and wait for affection. She loves to be scratched between her ears. Meanwhile, she came not from domestic, but from wild deer.
The saucepan, it turns out, is especially affectionate because it was taken from its wild mother in the taiga on the very first day of its birth. If it had been possible to catch her only on the second day, then she would not have been so kind, or, as they say, light-hearted. And a deer taken on the third day will remain bukovaty forever.
It was in the first half of June. Sergey Fedorovich took his Taiga, german shepherd accustomed to deer, and went to the mountains. Looking through binoculars at mountains, valleys, streams, he found a yellow spot in one valley and understood deer in it. After that, taking advantage of the wind in the gorges, he crept up to them for a long time, and they did not smell or hear his approach. He crept up to them from under the mountain very close, and, observing through binoculars one deer, noticed that she had strayed from the herd and hid in the bushes where the mountain stream runs. Sergei Fedorovich made the assumption that the deer should soon spread out in the bushes.
So it was Deer entered the thick oak thickets and gave birth to a yellow calf with white, distinct on red, spots, completely similar to spots sun rays- "bunnies". The calf at first could not get up, and she herself lay down to him, trying to move the udder to his lips. He touched the calf with his lips, tried to suck. She got up, and he started sucking while standing, but he was still very weak and lay down again. She lay down beside him again and moved her udder again. After drinking milk, he got up, stood firm, but then there was a noise in the bushes, and the wind carried the smell of a dog. The taiga was getting closer.
The mother realized that she had to run, and whistled. But he still did not understand or was weak. She tried to push him in the back with her lips. He swayed. She decided to trick the dog into chasing her, and lay the calf down and hide it in the grass. So he froze in the grass, all showered with both sunny and his "bunnies". Mother ran aside, stood on a rock, and saw Taiga. To draw attention to herself, she whistled loudly, stamped her foot and rushed to run. Not feeling, however, that she was being chased, she again stopped at a high place and saw that Taiga did not even think of running after her, but was getting closer and closer to the root of the tree, near which her deer was curled up. Neither whistling nor stomping helped. Taiga got closer and closer to the bush. Perhaps the mother deer would have gone to save her child, but then Sergey Fedorovich appeared next to Taiga, and she rushed headlong into the distant mountains.
Sergey Fedorovich came for Taiga. And now the little black eyes are shining and the little body is just warm, otherwise you could take it in your arms, and you still consider it to be inanimate: they pretend to be stone before.
Usually, such caught calves are taught to drink cow's milk from a bottle: they put the neck in their mouth and gurgle, and there you want - swallow, if you want - no, you still want to eat, sooner or later you will take a sip. But this deer, to the surprise of everyone, began to drink directly from the saucepan. That's why she was called Saucepan.
Sergey Fyodorovich appointed his daughter Lucy to take care of this calf, and she kept giving her water, watered from the same saucepan, and then began to give brooms from the twigs of a young bush. And so she came out.
At one time, a snow leopard settled in our sika deer nursery in the Far East and began to cut them. Chinese Louwen said:
- A deer-flower and a leopard - this cannot be together!
And we began to look for daily meetings with the leopard in order to shoot him. Once, at the top of Misty Mountain, a leopard hid from me under a rock. I made a long detour along the ridge, recognized the stone I had noticed, crept up very carefully, but the terrible leopard was no longer under this stone.
I walked around the whole place again and sat down to rest. At leisure, I began to look at one dusty slab of mountain slate and clearly saw the imprint of the soft paw of a beautiful beast on the dust.
Tigers and leopards often walk along the ridges and look out for their prey from there. And there was nothing special about this trail. I looked at the trail and moved on.
After some time, looking for another leopard, I accidentally came to the same place, sat down again near the same stove and again began to look at the trail. And suddenly, next to the print of the leopard's paw, I noticed another, even more distinct one. Moreover, on this trail, looking at the sun, I saw two needles sticking out, and I recognized them as fur from a leopard's paw. The sun during my round, of course, began to send its rays to the plate at a slightly different angle, and then, for the first time, I could easily miss the second trace of the leopard, but I could not miss the hairs. So the wool came during my second round. This was in accordance with what we heard about the habits of the tiger and the leopard, this is their constant trick - to go into the back of a person chasing them.
There was no time to waste now. I quickly went down to Louvain, told him everything, and together we came to the ridge where the leopard was sneaking up behind me. We went around there together, looking at each stone, once again twice I passed the circle.
Against the slab, in order to hide my trace, with the help of a long stick, I jumped down, jumped again, to the first bush, and there I hid and firmly established the muzzle of my rifle and my elbows well on the stones. Louvain continued on his way in the same circle.
I didn't have to wait long. Against the blue background of the sky, I saw the black form of a crawling beast. The huge cat crawled after Louvain, not suspecting that I was looking at her through the slot of the rifle. Louvain, of course, even if he looked back, could not see anything.
When the leopard crawled up to the stove, stood on it, raised himself to look at Louvain over a large stone, I got ready. It seemed that the leopard, seeing one person instead of two, was confused, as if asking the surroundings: “Where is the other?” And when, after asking around, he looked suspiciously at my bush, I pulled the trigger.
What a beautiful carpet we got! For some reason, this animal in our Far East is completely incorrectly called a leopard and even bears little resemblance to the Caucasian leopard: this animal is a leopard, the closest relative of a tiger, and its skin is unusually beautiful.
- Good good! Louvain said happily, stroking the luxurious carpet. - A flower deer and a leopard - you can't live together.
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Far to the East (Khalkhin Gol Notes)
Simonov Konstantin Mikhailovich
Has it really been almost thirty years since those events in Mongolia, on the Khalkhin-Gol River, about which in question in these records? I asked myself this question, rereading them and thinking about how many layers of time my generation, which had stepped over its fifth decade, passed through.
The time of the fighting at Khalkhin Gol is the time of my youth, a threat before the tragic and great events, the beginning of which was Brest, and the end of Berlin.
Behind was Spain, the first war against fascism, to which everyone was ready to go, but only a few volunteered.
Ahead was the Great Patriotic War, in which everyone did what was supposed to.
Khalkhin Gol was in the middle. There, in the distant desert, fighting side by side with the Mongols against the Japanese who invaded People's Mongolia, the army of the world's first socialist country, arms in hand, fulfilled its internationalist duty. And, I think, this is precisely why the events at Khalkhin Gol are not one of those that are forgotten, although, of course, in terms of their scale they cannot be compared with many of what we had to go through later.
My notes about that summer and autumn at Khalkhin Gol are not a history of events, but only the testimony of one of the eyewitnesses about what he saw with his own eyes.
It remains to explain why these records are dated 1948-1968.
It turned out that, only by putting in order all their materials related to the Great Patriotic War, I was able to return to the beginning - to Khalkhin Gol and write down everything that had been preserved by that time in my memory.
And it is only now that hands have reached the preparation of these notes for publication.
Far to the east. Khalkhin Gol notes
In June 1939, a group of, as we were then called, “defense” writers was invited to the then head of the PUR, Mekhlis, and he suggested that we go on business trips to different parts of the Red Army during the summer and autumn. Everyone wanted to go to Khalkhin Gol, but only Slavin, Lapin and Khatsrevin were sent there, apparently as people who already knew Mongolia. They went after Stavsky, who had gone there earlier. I had a trip to Kamchatka in the fall, to the military unit located there. Instead, in the second half of August, I was suddenly summoned to the PUR to Kuznetsov (Mekhlis, whom he replaced, was at Khalkhin Gol at that time) and asked if I was ready to go to Mongolia. I said I'm ready.
As I remember now, Kuznetsov asked me:
How, does not press anything?
I said that it does not press.
As it turned out later, the call was due to the fact that Ortenberg, the editor of the newspaper of the army group operating in Khalkhin Gol, had requested "one poet" by telegraph.
When I said that I was ready to go, it turned out that I had to go today, with a five-hour express train. All this happened at one o'clock. Somehow they managed to write me letters and give me money. They didn’t have time to issue uniforms, they said that they would issue them on the spot.
On the fifth day I was in Chita, and a day later I was already flying on a passenger plane with windows to Tamtsag-Bulak, the rear town where the second echelon of our army group operating in the Khalkhin-Gol region was stationed.
When we were flying, the pilot got out of the cockpit and, turning to us, said that we should watch the air. I looked "behind the air" for a long time, I did not find anything special in it, but I was surprised to see that everyone else was also carefully looking "behind the air", in which, apparently, they did not notice anything of the kind. Only later did I discover that the phrase "watch the air" meant watching for Japanese fighters. Then I was far from such a thought.
They flew to Tamtsag-Bulak at dusk, flew there for three or four hours over a continuous yellow-green steppe in a strafing flight; herds of goats and frightened geese and ducks literally jumped out from under the plane.
Tamtsag-Bulak turned out to be a city of a rather strange appearance: it had three or four adobe houses, more like sheds, and three hundred small, large and medium yurts.
At night, I was given uniforms, for some reason, tank uniforms, gray, it seems that there was no other for my height. They gave me boots, a cap, a belt and an empty holster: there were no weapons either.
In the morning, someone who was on his way to the headquarters of the army group on Khamar-daba, which was about a hundred kilometers from the city, promised to take me along the road to Bain-Burt, the place where the editorial office stood. In the morning, Tamtsag-Bulak looked even more unattractive than in the evening: all around was a scorched, yellow-green steppe without end and edge.
We were driving, and for the first time I saw mirages familiar only from pictures: forests and lakes moved now to the left, then to the right of us.
In fact, there was no road at all: it was a simple track, rolled across the steppe, though absolutely smooth and even for almost its entire length, only in some places there was half a kilometer or a kilometer of unbearable shaking, where the road crossed strips of salt marshes.
And over our heads flocks of planes passed towards the front.
About two hours later we reached Bain Burt. Actually, it cannot be said that it was some point on the map. It's just that before the conflict there was a border post (sixty kilometers from the border), which consisted of several yurts. Now there was no frontier post, but there was a huge, long tent that housed a printing house, and three or four yurts in which people lived. At a distance, a kilometer away, one could see the yurts and tents of the field hospital.
My fellow traveler put me down in front of the yurt, said: "We've arrived," turned the car around and left.
I opened the canopy and entered the yurt. There was a table in the middle of the yurt, and four beds stood around the circumference. Stavsky was sitting on one of the beds, on the other was the editor of the army newspaper, the regimental commissar Ortenberg - a man with whom I later had to work together and be friends for many years and whom I really did not like at first: he seemed dry and bilious. He greeted me quickly and curtly.
Have you arrived? Very well. You will sleep in a neighboring yurt, along with the writers. And now we must go to the front. Volodya, will you take him to the front?
Stavsky said he would.
Well, let's go to the front now. Go put your suitcase down.
I, somewhat taken aback, went to a neighboring yurt. There Slavin, Lapin and Khatsrevin greeted me in a friendly manner. As it turned out, it was they who advised the editor to ask to send a poet here. They advised them not so much out of love for poetry as out of a sense of self-preservation, for the corrosive Ortenberg, having learned that they wrote poetry in their youth, had already tried several times to force them to do this in the newspaper. They knew that some poet was coming, but they did not know which one.
And fifteen minutes later I got into the "emo" next to Stavsky, who himself was driving it; the driver sat in the back seat, and we drove to the front.
A few words about Stavsky, with whom I spent the first three days of my life at the front and who was for me in this sense a kind of "godfather".
About him as a person, as far as I can remember different people were always very different opinions. Some didn't like him. Others - among them there are especially many military men - were devotedly loved and respected. Still others, remembering him, spoke about him either well or badly, and in each case quite sincerely.
It seems to me that these latter were right, and I myself belong to their number. This was an amazingly vivid example of a man who was ennobled by war, danger and comradeship in the midst of danger, and who from this changed to such an extent that he was a completely different person than in an ordinary, peaceful, and for him always somewhat bossy, embellished with emphatically important acquaintances environment.
I had to face him for the first time when I studied at the Literary Institute. He impressed me as a rude, unfair person, and at the same time aspiring to pictorial sincerity and peremptory "party" infallibility. The combination of this created the impression of something subtly sanctimonious. I did not see anything good in him and had real reasons to believe that he treated me badly himself.
And suddenly, at Khalkhin Gol, immediately taking on a different, grouchy patronizing tone, within a few days he became for me both an older friend and an uncle - a man who sincerely worried about my safety more than about his own. There was true friendliness in him, simple, unostentatious camaraderie, and kind concern.
And then, after Khalkhin Gol and Finland, I met him again in Moscow. It was a completely different person. In my opinion, he was somewhat embittered by the fact that neither his position, nor his acquaintances, nor his merit, nor his authority as a writer-front-line soldier could break some barely noticeable, but still perceptible chill through the compliments, when it came to him simply as about the writer.
