A summer day by the river drags on for a long time. River, trees, grass

Material for preparing the post Dictations in Russian - 3rd grade taken from a manual on the Russian language for elementary school - Uzorova O. V. “Dictations and presentations in the Russian language: 1-4th grade. (1-4); 1st-3rd grade (1-3)”.

Dictations

Fives

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

(According to E. Shim)

Where do butterflies spend the winter?

The autumn cold is coming. At night, light frosts cover the puddles with ice. Where have the happy butterflies gone? The hives flew into the barns and fell asleep there. On the slopes of forest clearings, under dry leaves, lemongrass lay down for the winter. Blizzards made snowdrifts. Foxes and weasels roam in search of food. They won’t find butterflies under the fluffy snow.

Words for reference: urticaria, lemongrass, not found.

By the sea

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

Words for reference: for me, huge.

Our street

Our street is nice. The houses are beautiful and tall. In the courtyards there are playgrounds and flower beds. There used to be small houses on our street. They lived in the world for a long time. Their walls were askew. Life was hard for people in wooden houses. Now a wide street with tall houses and shady trees has replaced narrow alleys.

Words for reference: wooden.

Leaves

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

(According to K. Paustovsky)

Volga

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

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

Mother

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

Words for reference: working, with her.

Duckling

The duckling lived on the lake. He swam and dived. Everyone called him ugly. Rainy autumn has arrived. The leaves on the trees have turned brown. The wind whirled them in the air. It became cold. Heavy clouds scattered hail and snow on the ground. The crow croaked at the top of its lungs from the cold. A flock of wonderful birds flew by. They were white with long flexible necks. These were swans flying.

Cold month

October is the first cold month of autumn. Strong winds are blowing. Morning frosts have also become more frequent. The puddles are glassed with thin crystal ice. The paths and paths were soggy from the rain. The timid sun appeared. But then a wind came from the north. It caught up with the cold. The first fluffy snow fell. Russian winter is on the threshold. Nature is waiting for winter.

On the river

The rainy autumn is passing quickly. At night there was a strong frost. Here are the first pieces of ice. They bound the puddles. Real winter is coming. Everything stopped on the river. Strong ice will do its good work. It will protect fish in rivers and lakes from the cold. He will save all living things from death.

Words for reference: stopped, death, will do.

Winter is coming

It turned out to be a clear autumn day. But by evening the weather deteriorated greatly. The sky began to darken. A sharp wind blew. He drove the gray clouds low. The tops of the pines and spruces rustled alarmingly. Strange sounds were heard. It was the geese screaming. They hurried south. Birds flew even at night. It will be frosty soon. Winter is coming.

Words for reference: spoiled, alarming, strange.

Our garden

In the fall, we tied the raspberry bushes and bent them to the ground. In winter they lie under the snow. Garden strawberries sleep under the spruce paws. Now she is not afraid of frost and harsh wind. Flexible twigs stick out from under the snow. These are currant bushes. Currants are not afraid of frost. It lasts all winter and doesn’t freeze.

Words for reference: currant, not afraid.

Elk

I stood behind a pine tree. A large elk came out of the forest. The giant sniffed the air with wide nostrils. He was thin and could barely stand on his feet. The elk approached the birch trees. There, the grass was full of poisonous fly agarics. The elk bent his head and picked up a red mushroom with his thick lips. I was afraid. But the elk was treated with these poisonous mushrooms.

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

Last days of autumn

I love wandering through the forest in late autumn. It’s chilly for oak and birch trees. The whistling of a hazel grouse could be heard from the spruce forest. A tit squeaked over a tall spruce tree. The cold drove the small animals into their burrows. The bare forest became silent and frowned. The autumn wind carried wisps of clouds over the ground. Prickly snow began to fall from them. The first traces appeared on the white tablecloth of snow.

Words for reference: from them. tablecloths

Christmas tree

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

(According to N. Sladkov)

Words for reference: spread out, spread out.

End of october

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

Reference words: swamps.

Food for everyone

Aspen trees grow along the banks of the river. Fur-bearing beavers build strong dams on such rivers. Many forest dwellers are fed by aspen. Bunnies often run up to the aspen trees. They love its bark. Young flexible aspen branches are to the taste of deer and elk. Domestic goats love to roam in the aspen forest. Give aspen branches to the rabbits. With what appetite they will eat them!

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

First snow

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

Words for reference: blew, froze, lay down.

in autumn

I love wandering through the forest in autumn. At night the frost froze the puddles. The trees have shed their leaves. A sharp wind blows freely across the clearing. It’s chilly for oak and birch trees. From the spruce forest I hear the whistling of a hazel grouse. A tit squeaked over a tall spruce tree. Birds look for food in oak branches. The cold drove small animals into their holes. Suddenly a raven croaked dully. The autumn forest became silent and frowned.

Words for reference: dropped, freely, frowned.

In the forest

Harsh January arrived in the forest. I made snowdrifts on the bushes. The trees were covered with frost. Snow and frost reign in the forest. A fox ran by. Her tracks lead into the thicket.

Words for reference: frost, ran through, pubescent.

Squirrel memory

I looked at the tracks of animals and birds in the snow. This is what I read along these lines. The squirrel made its way through the snow into the moss. She took out two nuts from there. Then the animal ran ten meters away and again ducked into the snow. The squirrel had two more nuts in its paws. This means that she remembered about her nuts from the fall. What a miracle!

Came on time to help

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

First frost

One night the first frost came. It breathed cold air onto the windows in the house, sprinkled grainy frost onto the roofs, and crunched underfoot. Fir trees and pines stood covered with snow, as if painted. Light, shiny frost fell from the lacy birches onto hats and collars.

Help the birds

The rainy autumn days are over. The snow lay like a fluffy carpet on the forest paths and paths. The pond sleeps under the ice crust. Birds are hungry in winter. So they fly to a person’s home. It's a pity for the guys to have feathered friends. They made feeders for them. Bullfinches and titmice flocked to the feeders. Help the birds too. Birds are our friends.

in winter

A blizzard whistles. Winter is flying in full sail. Bushes and stumps are drowning in white waves. Low clouds creep over the forest. In the fall, in the wilderness of the forest, a bear chose a place for a den. He brought soft, fragrant pine needles into his home. It's warm and cozy there. The frost is crackling. Strong winds are blowing. But the bear is not afraid of winter.

One day a white cloud rose over the Russian land. It walked across the sky. The cloud reached the middle and stopped. Then lightning flew out of him. Thunder struck. It started to rain. After the rain, three rainbows appeared in the sky at once. People looked at the rainbows and thought: a hero was born on Russian soil. And so it was. He got to his feet. The ground shook. The oak trees rustled with their tops. A wave ran across the lakes from shore to shore.

(According to A. Mityaev)

Christmas tree

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

(According to A. Tolstoy)

The coming of winter

In the fall, severe frosts struck early. They froze the earth. The pond was covered with strong ice. In the bare meadows the grass cried in the wind. It was chilly for the young trees. But then fluffy snow fell. In the forest, every bush and stump was covered with snow caps. The winter grains have stopped getting cold. They are warm and calm under the snow.

Words for reference: chilly, calm.

Wonderful Christmas tree

It's snowing softly. Snow flakes fell on the ground, bushes and trees. A young slender Christmas tree stood alone in the clearing. The guys decided to decorate it. They hung rowan berries on the forest beauty. Carrots were attached to the lower branches. A strong head of cabbage was placed under the tree. In the morning, a flock of birds was merrily circling over the tree. In the evening two hares came running. They treated themselves to sweet carrots.

Words for reference: attached, put.

Hike

On Saturday the boys went hiking. The weather was wonderful. The sun was shining brightly. A light breeze was blowing. This is a difficult descent. A group of guys went around. We all met near the forest. Low clouds covered the sky. The first snowflakes swirled in the air. But the snow began to fall in flakes. All the paths and paths were covered with snow. The guys hurried home.

Words for reference: bypass.

Winter evening

The winter day is short. A blue twilight crawled out of the forest and hung over the snowdrifts. The snow creaked sharply underfoot. Stars appeared in the sky. The frost grew stronger. Here is the forester's lodge. Blizzards swept up large drifts of snow. The small guardhouse was barely visible. We lit the stove. The fire burned brightly. We felt warm.

Words for reference: short, dusk, became.

Cold

It was a nice frost! There was a thick cover of snow on the ground. The branches of the birch trees rang in the wind. Their tips were covered with ice. The big owls were cheerful. They stared with huge yellow eyes and called to each other throughout the dense forest. A narrow path led to the valley. A fluffy carpet of snow covered her. A chain of tracks of different birds stretched across the snow.

Words for reference: frosty, gawked.

Winter has come to the forest

The old badger padded along the cold path for the last time. He climbed into a hole for the winter. The first snowflakes swirled in the air. It snowed at night. In the morning, birds and animals left footprints on the soft snow. The chain of them led to a person’s dwelling. A cheerful flock of tits rushed towards the village.

Meeting

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

Words for reference: ride.

Saved a friend

Vitya and Ilya were returning from school. They went down to the river. The boys walked on the ice. Vitya ran forward. The fragile ice cracked. The boy found himself in the water. He grabbed onto the thin edge of the ice. The ice was crumbling. It was a long way to run for help. Ilya carefully crawled across the ice towards his friend. He pulled his friend ashore.

Words for reference: forward.

What kind of animal?

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

(According to E. Charushin)

Words for reference: powdered the porch in the morning.

Winter is coming soon

The feathered kingdom fell silent. There are no sonorous songs. The titmouse's song is sad. A sharp wind painfully beats the flexible branches of rowan. There are frosts at night. They are trying to bind the earth. The puddles were covered in ice. Here comes the first snow. The white caps quickly put on the old stumps. The spruce threw on a snow shawl. Russian winter is coming.

Words for reference: sad, trying, quiet.

Snow

There is snow all around. They brought in clearings and meadows. White carpets are thrown over the Poksha River. Winter crops are carefully covered. The white fluff of winter prevents tree roots from freezing. The trees are quiet. What kind of snow house is this? I touched it with a flexible stick. It turned out to be an anthill. Where are its residents? They sleep deep down below.

Words for reference: carefully, touched, below.

Winter in the forest

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

Snowman

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

Winter is coming

At night there was a strong frost. He froze the puddles on the forest paths. A sharp wind blew through the forest. The oak and birch trees became chilly. The cold drove the animals into their holes. Small birds hid in their nests. It's warm for the birds there. Suddenly a raven cawed loudly. The timid bunny covered his ears in fear. Schoolchildren began preparing bird feeders.

Words for reference: pressed.

Castle

The Snow Queen lived among eternal snow and ice. Blizzards built walls. Violent winds broke through windows and doors. Great white halls stretched to the sky. Blizzards spread fluffy carpets. It was cold and empty in the shining halls. There was no fun here. Only the polar bears were having fun. They walked deftly on their hind legs.

(According to G. H. Andersen)

Walk

The weather was wonderful. The sun was shining brightly. The snow glittered and sparkled. We went into the forest on skis. Here's a steep descent. The wind hums merrily. Skis fly fast. But then the clouds began to cover the sky. Snowflakes swirled in the air. Suddenly snow began to fall in flakes. The paths quickly began to be swept away. We hurried home.

White figures

Real winter has come to the forest. The forest was drowned in snow. A forest man in a large white hat crawled out of a snowdrift. A timid bunny sits on a stump. He is silent and looks at the white forest. White Alyonushka sits in a clearing by the river. She thought about it. The sun has risen. Tears dripped from the shaggy pine eyelashes of the spruce tree.

(According to N. Sladkov)

Where do birds spend the night?

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

The Russian forest is beautiful in winter. White lace froze on the birch trees. Fluffy caps shine on centuries-old pines. So the sun came into the forest. The cones on the branches of the Christmas tree sparkled. A lynx was hiding on a forest path. A hazel grouse flew into the clearing. He sat down on a tree. The breeze played merrily with the birches. The white fluff of winter was flying. The forest began to sing a song. What is it about?

Words for reference: lace, looked in, what about.

First day of winter

The ground was frozen. Winter still did not come. By evening it began to get warmer. Large furry snowflakes swirled in the air. But the snow began to fall in flakes. I threw on my coat and ran out into the yard. The paths in the garden were covered with a smooth white carpet. Brilliant white fluff fell and fell from the sky. The Russian winter was coming into its own.

Winter forest

The horse was trotting along a smooth road. It was quiet in the forest. The trees stood still. A magpie sat on a branch. Snow dust flew straight onto my head. Tanya walked along the path. The path led her to a clearing. There was a small fluffy Christmas tree growing there. The whole tree was glowing under the rays of the sun. Birds were hiding in the dense branches of the forest beauty.

Words for reference: motionless.

Snowflakes

Light snowflakes quietly and smoothly fall from the clouds to the ground. Place your mitten and catch a snowflake. Look how wonderful they are! Snowflakes have different shapes. They were even given names. This is a star, this is a fluff, this is a hedgehog. And how many beautiful drawings you can make! Having stuck together, snowflakes form snow flakes. They look like pieces of soft cotton wool.

(According to V. Korabelnikov)

Words for reference: even, similar.

Snow Maiden

Once in winter it snowed. The kids ran out into the street to play. They ride on sleds and throw snowballs. They began to sculpt a snow woman. An old man and an old woman were looking at them from the window. They also decided to fashion a daughter out of the snow. The old men sculpted the arms, legs, and head. The eyes were made from light pieces of ice. Nice Snow Maiden!

Words for reference: on them, done.

Winter has come

Winter has come. In the morning thick snow fell. Fluffy snowflakes swirled in the air. There were traces of animals and birds in the snow. The river was covered with thin ice. She became quiet and fell asleep, like in a fairy tale.

Words for reference: quieted down.

The forest was dark and deaf. But then he brightened up and came to life. The first snow fell. The white hare is happy about the snow. The magpie chattered merrily. The little fox stepped timidly through the soft snow. Each animal left its mark on the white carpet. The last autumn leaves have fallen from the trees. The snow caps covered the stumps. The forest has become beautiful.

January

January is the harshest month of the year. The blizzards are howling. It's freezing cold. There is less food in the forest. Birds fly close to human habitation. You help them. Bread crumbs and seeds are their food. Schoolchildren bring hay and fragrant brooms to forest clearings. They prepared food for the animals in the summer. Deer and hares readily eat it. The trumpeter, circus performer, and violinist ate game and kalach. The prince and the prince met a mouse at midnight. The watchman heard the cry, put on his cloak and lost the key.

Fishing

The road went through rye. A mouse ran by. Crying was heard in the grove - it was the owl who began to sing. Here is the river. Night fell and the fishing began. There was silence all around. The reeds whispered with the river. Soon I came across a ruff, and my uncle had a bream on his fishing line. It's midnight. We made a hut. In the morning, as soon as a ray of sunshine flashed, we were on our feet.

(According to S. Aksakov)

Father announced to us that he was leaving. The car pulled up to the entrance. Everyone sat down. We drove away from the city and drove up to the river. Across the river an immense plain could be seen. Here is the village. Aunt Marya met us. We rushed into her arms.

It was a hot day. Suddenly there was a breeze. A blue cloud came running. She didn't cover the sun. It began to rain. The sun illuminated the surroundings. Raindrops hit the grass and flowers heavily. They hung on leaves and blades of grass. A ray of sunshine played in every raindrop.

Morning

A fresh stream ran across my face. I opened my eyes. Morning was coming. The earth is damp. Sounds were heard. The breeze fluttered over the ground. And then streams of light poured in. Everything woke up, sang, made noise. Large drops of dew began to play on the grass and bushes.

(According to I. Turgenev)

Starlings

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

The forest was solemn, light and quiet. The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes fell from the sky. We wandered through the forest until evening. Bullfinches were sitting on a rowan tree. We picked a red rowan tree caught in the frost. This was the last memory of summer, of autumn. We approached the lake. There was a thin strip of ice off the coast. I saw a school of fish in the water. Winter began to come into its own. Thick snow fell.

(According to K. Paustovsky)

Snow Maiden

The last snow has melted. Flowers bloomed in the forests and meadows. Birds have arrived from the south. And the Snow Maiden is sad, sitting in the shade. Once a large hail fell. The snow girl was happy. But the hail quickly became water. The Snow Maiden cried.

House under the snow

I'm skiing through the forest. The trees stand quietly. Centuries-old pines and spruces are covered with snow. The clearing was crossed by hare tracks. It was the white hare who ran to the river. There they feast on willow branches. The capercaillie takes off quickly. He raised a column of snow dust with his wings. In severe frosts, wood grouse burrow into a snowdrift. That's where they spend the night. Warmth for birds under the snow.

Words for reference: feast on, bury.

Nests

It happened in the morning. I was walking out of the forest. Suddenly a lark flew out from under my feet. I bent down. There was a nest under a small pine tree. There were four gray eggs lying there. Another bird made its nest in the clearing. The nest was in dry grass. The bird is sitting in its little house, and you can’t see it.

Fox Gossip

The fox has sharp teeth and ears on the top of its head. The fox godmother has a warm fur coat. She walks quietly. The fox wears its fluffy tail carefully. Little Fox looks affectionately, shows her white teeth. The fox digs deep holes. They have many entrances and exits.

(According to K. Ushinsky)

Spring rain

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

(According to A. Tolstoy)

The bravest

The fields lie all dark. One field is bright green. Cheerful sprouts on it. When did they manage to wake up from their winter sleep? When did you grow up? This is winter rye. Collective farmers sowed it in the fall. The grains had time to germinate before the frost. Fluffy snow covered them. Spring came. The sprouts were the first to emerge from the snow. That's how brave they are! And now they are basking in the sun.

(According to E. Shim)

Forest musicians

It was early spring. We walked in the forest along our path. Suddenly quiet and very pleasant sounds were heard. We spotted red jays. They sat on the branches of trees, sang and chirped. The jays staged a real concert. We started listening to wonderful forest music. The dog Fomka rushed in our footsteps and scared away the jays. We were very angry with stupid Fomka.

(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Everything has woken up

I opened my eyes. The dawn had not yet blushed, but it was already turning white in the east. Everything became visible. The pale gray sky became lighter, colder, and bluer. The stars blinked with faint light and disappeared. The leaves are fogged up. The liquid, early breeze has already begun to wander and flutter over the ground.

(According to I. Turgenev)

Storm

I was sent into the forest to pick mushrooms. I picked mushrooms and wanted to go home. Suddenly it became dark. It began to rain and thunder. I got scared and sat down under a large oak tree. Lightning flashed. I closed my eyes. Something crackled and rattled above my head. The storm has passed. Trees were dripping all over the forest. The sun was playing. The birds sang merrily.

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Where's my friend?

Spring came. Water began to gurgle all around. The little bear went for a walk in the clearing. Suddenly he stopped. A frog was sitting in front of him. She just woke up from hibernation. The bear cub extended his paw to her. The frog jumped away. Mishka took it for a game. He also took the leap. So they reached a large puddle. The little frog jumped into the water. The little bear stuck his paw into the water. The water was cold. He pulled his paw back and shook it. The bear looked around. Where did his new friend go?

Hare

The brown hare lived near the village in winter. Night has come. He raised one ear, listened, moved his whiskers, sniffed and sat on his hind legs. Then he jumped once again in the deep snow and sat down on his hind legs again. The hare looked around. From all sides nothing was visible except snow. The snow lay in waves and glittered like sugar. There was frosty steam above the hare's head. Large bright stars were visible through the steam.

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Words for reference: nothing happened.

Why do birch trees cry?

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

(According to V. Bianchi)

Groundhog

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

(According to S. Aksakov)

Silver hoof

It was a clear night. There was a goat standing by the hut. He raised his leg, and a silver hoof glittered on it. The goat jumped onto the roof and started hitting him with his silver hoof. Expensive bags fell from under his feet. Kokovanya returned home and did not recognize him from the bush. She was all covered in expensive stones. The stones were burning and shimmering with different lights. By morning a lot of snow had fallen. All the stones were covered. Where the goat galloped, people began to find expensive stones.

(According to P. Bazhov)

Forest houses

The grove was attacked by caterpillars. They ate the leaves. The mighty oaks stood bare. But then the caterpillars began to quickly slide down the trunk towards the ground. It was the ants that dragged them. Many pests are killed by ants. Protect forest houses! Don't destroy anthills!

Wonderful Pantry

There is a wonderful pantry in the world. Put a bag of grain in it in the spring. There will be ten of these bags in the pantry this fall. A handful of seeds becomes a big pile of cucumbers. Is this a fairy tale? No, not a fairy tale. There really is a wonderful pantry. It's called earth.

(According to M. Ilyin and N. Segal)

Spring is coming

Goodbye fluffy snow. Spring is coming. The sun is warming stronger and stronger. Sparrows and swallows are happy about its warm rays. A flock of rooks rushed towards the grove. There the rooks built their nests. Here are the first flowers. The bees are buzzing merrily. They drink delicious juice.

Early spring

Early spring has arrived. The bright sun destroys the last snow fortresses. Sounding drops knock on the ground. The forest smells of fragrant buds. Green fir trees stretched out their prickly branches importantly. Sweet sap flows from the birch tree. The rays of the sun illuminated the entire surrounding area. The forest came to life. A ringing trill was heard overhead. A flock of birds flashed behind the tree trunks. In spring, the feathered kingdom has a lot of troubles and concerns.

Words for reference: fortresses, I heard.

In the forest

Here it is March. It is called a joyful holiday of light. A sensitive ear catches the first signs of spring. The ground is still covered with snow. Only near the old stumps did the first thawed patches appear. The first flowers appeared on the bare branches of the hazel tree. These are earrings. Icicles tinkled on the birch trees. The sun illuminated the forest with warm light. The first heavy drop fell on the snow. How beautiful is the forest drop in the forest! The titmouse sang loudly. The forest joyfully welcomes spring.

Birch

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

(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Words for reference: of all, nicer, gathers, rustles, mentioned.

March

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

Words for reference: want.

Summer

It was a hot summer. We walked through the forest. It smelled of pine bark and strawberries. Grasshoppers chirped in the dry meadows. A hawk hovered over the tops of the pines. The forest was heated with heat. We rested in the shady thicket of aspen and birch trees. There they breathed the smell of herbs and roots. In the evening we went to the shore of the lake. The first stars sparkled in the sky. The ducks flew whistling to roost for the night.

Words for reference: hawk, chirped.

July

July has arrived. It's hot. I am going to the forest. He looks at me with the eyes of colorful flowers. Bees are having fun collecting pollen. A branch creaked on a pine tree. There, a nimble squirrel was gnawing on a pine cone. In the depths of the forest, a cuckoo crowed. It's good in the forest in summer!

Words for reference: at me, collecting, crowed.

Fishing

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

Words for reference: Ivanovka, with them, always.

Ducklings

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

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

Ray

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

(According to A. Perfileva)

Words for reference: licked, glucose, Ray.

Ronja

Aniska walked through the clearing. The forest grass stood waist-deep. Suddenly a fir branch began to sway. Aniska raised her eyes. A wonderful bird was sitting on a tree. This is Ronja. The bird was like a bright flower. She sat and looked at the little girl. The bird's head is black and its breast is green. The wings and tail are red like fire. The bird quietly glided over the clearing and disappeared into the woody foliage of the trees.

(According to L. Voronkova)

Spring

The stormy days are over. The blizzards and blizzards died down. The sun pours light and warmth onto the earth. We went on an excursion to the forest. The flexible branches of the birches were covered with resinous buds. Willow let loose her elegant lambs. The puddle sparkled dazzlingly in the sun. Birds and beetles drank from it. The ants came to life. They quickly ran around the anthill. Green grass appeared. The first flowers looked around cheerfully.

Words for reference: from it, looked.

The hedgehog woke up

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

(According to G. Skrebitsky)

Birds

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

Spring

The sun is shining brighter and brighter over the fields and forest. The roads in the fields darkened, the ice on the river turned blue. White-nosed rooks have arrived and are in a hurry to repair their old nests. Streams rang down the slopes. Resinous, fragrant buds swelled on the trees. The guys saw the first starlings at the birdhouses. They shouted cheerfully and joyfully. Geese are flying in slender schools, coming from the south. The first cranes appeared.

Spring came

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

Dog and shadow

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

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Sun

The spring sun emerged from behind the forest. The forest clearing became cheerful. Drops of dew began to sparkle in every flower and every blade of grass. But then a cloud came and covered the entire sky. Nature is sad. A column of dust flew towards the lake. The sharp wind caused dry branches to fall from the trees. The forest rustled dully and menacingly. Wet spots appeared on the ground. Thunderclaps deafened the entire area. But the storm quickly passed. And again the gentle sun is shining over the forest.

Words for reference: because.

Flowers

Early spring has arrived. The sun woke up the forest and melted the snowflakes on the top of the pine tree. The first drops fell on the snow. They broke through a snowdrift and dry leaves. Thawed patches appeared. Green arrows began to appear here and there. And here are the first snowdrops. Late spring is coming. In the silence of the forest, a lily of the valley woke up. He emits a thin, gentle smell. And how beautiful are its white bells! Flowers are gifts of spring. Save them!

Words for reference: show up.

Nakhodka

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

A bear cub was born. The bear cub was born very small. There was still snow everywhere in the forest. Day after day went by. The snow in the forest began to melt. Streams ran. Entire clearings were cleared of snow. The little bear has already grown noticeably. His eyes opened. He looked around the house. The mother bear made the den spacious. The little bear could even walk on it. One spring morning the bears came out of their den. How good it was to be free!

(According to S. Ustinov)

Forest fears

It was a warm day. A mother bear and her cub walked through the sparse forest beyond the ravine. There was a piece of wood lying on a steep slope. The baby grabbed it with his paws. With a terrible roar, the fragment flew down along with the bear cub. Dust rose. The bushes crackled. Forest pebbles rattled. The baby roared in fear and pain. The bear quickly rushed towards him. And the frightened bear was already reaching for his mother. He whined quietly.

(According to S. Ustinov)

The heat has subsided

The tired sun has set. The heat of the day began to subside. A hare appeared at the edge of the forest. The little bunny sat, looked around and disappeared into the bushes. Life is difficult for him at any time of the year. Suddenly a sharp rumble was heard. A beetle flew overhead. He's dangerous. The foliage of many trees is eaten by beetles. They especially love young birch leaves and will gnaw all the trees clean. Night has fallen. A shadow flashed by. Night birds go hunting.

Words for reference: I heard it was clear from him.

Cockerels

Young chickens are walking along the road. My sister and I fed them. Soon they grew up and turned out to be all cockerels. The cockerels spent the whole day digging in the ground. There they found worms. Cockerels loved to catch grasshoppers. Early in the morning they tried to sing. It turned out very funny for them. The sound was hoarse. The cockerels fought often. The combs and beards were covered in blood. One rooster's eye was damaged once. These are the badasses!

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

On the river

A titmouse flew to the river. Streams are singing everywhere. The fragile ice on the river turned blue. The water appeared near the shores. Streams under the snow run through ravines to the river. So the ice cracked. Ice floes swayed on the water. They collided with each other and broke with a crash. Seagulls and sandpipers flew up to the water. The birds screamed loudly. A light cloud ran across the sky. The sun appeared. Migratory birds flocked to their native lands.

(According to V. Bianchi)

Words for reference: came across, on another.

Tale of Spring

Spring has arrived to visit the northern regions. She spent the entire winter with migratory birds in the south. A fluffy cloud ran across the sky. Spring climbed onto it and flew away. Everyone on earth is waiting for spring. Spring has descended to the earth. The fields are full of thawed patches. The ice on the river cracked. The trees and bushes were covered with large buds. And following the spring, migratory birds flocked to their native lands. Warm spring days have arrived.

(According to G. Skrebitsky)

Words for reference: climbed.

For berries

It was an early morning. The guys and I went into the forest to pick strawberries. On the way we talked loudly and sang. Everyone approached the clearing and became quiet. It was a joy to pick ripe strawberries. Each berry was carefully picked and placed at the bottom of the basket. Near the old stump, a berry was brightly red. It started to get hot. A large bumblebee flew overhead. He sat down on a fragrant flower. So the baskets are full. Time to go home.

Words for reference: talking, quiet, gathering, baking.

Summer day

It was a clear summer day. It was hot from above. Blue bells dangled from side to side on long, fragile stems. The pockmarked cuckoo's tears bent towards the ground. There were flowers lying near the anthill. Bees circled around them. The birch leaves glistened. The young aspen tree became quiet from the heat. There was a slight flicker over the Yenisei. The dark forests on the rocks stood motionless. A cobweb hung like a thin lace. The water in the river was still cold. The guys jumped out of the water and basked in the sun.

(According to V. Astafiev)

Steps of spring

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

Bird cherry

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

(According to L. Tolstoy)

Words for reference: from under, raised.

Moscow

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

in spring

Early spring has arrived. The spring sun is warming. The first flowers appeared. Feathered guests - rooks - have arrived. They break branches and build nests on the tops of old birch trees. Tractors went out into the field. Collective farmers began spring sowing. Schoolchildren are not far behind. To work in the garden they divided into groups. The guys will grow vegetables. In the garden they dug up the ground, cut off the branches, and coated the tree trunks. How well the guys work!

Spring in the forest

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

Camp

Our camp is located on the river bank. How nice it is there in the summer! A ray of sunshine appeared. The bugler played the wake-up call. The guys run to exercise. The sounds of marching are heard throughout the area. After a delicious breakfast, the guys are on the collective farm field. A car pulled up behind them. The rest of the guys will go to work in the garden. The children worked together. In the evening, at the line, the guys were praised for their help.

in spring

There was no snow on the fields yet. It's freezing at night. But then the clear sun came out. It smiled at everyone. Spring came. What a joy! Water ran in muddy streams to the river. Green grass came out into the light. The buds on the trees swelled. The ice on the river has broken. Feathered messengers of spring have arrived from warm countries. They are busy at their nests. Everyone is happy about warm spring days.

Words for reference: they are busy.

Friendly work

Spring has come. The sun pours light and warmth onto the earth. Good in the school garden. White flowers bloomed on the cherry and apple trees. The first fragrant leaves are visible on the birch trees. Lots of work in the garden in spring. The boys cleared all the paths, raked up dry leaves and twigs. The girls whitewashed the trees. The boys returned home happy and satisfied. They did a good job.

Words for reference: satisfied, we returned.

Spring

The stormy days are over. The blizzards and blizzards died down. Spring came. The bright sun blinds the eyes and warms the earth. We went on an excursion to the forest. The buds on the trees swelled and darkened. Thin branches of birch trees swayed in the wind. Ants have come to life in the forest. They crawl around the anthill. The roads and paths are already dry. Green grass emerges from the ground. The forest is beautiful in spring!

Words for reference: breaks through, around.

Metro

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

Words for reference: raise.

Hello Spring!

Early spring has arrived. The snow is melting in the fields. And in the forest the trees are covered in snow. Flexible birch branches are waiting for warmth. The sun appeared. The whole forest came to life. In the silence of the forest, a fir branch trembled. A lump of snow fell from her. The first stream began to gurgle. A light breeze ran through the forest. The first snowdrops will bloom soon. Hello Spring!

Words for reference: melting, snowy.

in spring

Joyful spring has arrived. Tractors and cars hum in the collective farm fields day and night. Collective farmers are in a hurry to sow grain. Behind each tractor is a flock of cheerful rooks. They are the first harbingers of spring. Rooks work quickly with their strong beaks. These birds eat hundreds of worms. But here is a tractor driver plowing the land near a river or lake. Seagulls immediately follow the tractor. And seagulls love worms.

Words for reference: sow, near.

on vacation

The school year is over. A fun summer has arrived. The sun pours hot rays onto the earth. The schoolchildren went to summer camp. It is located on the banks of the Dnieper River. There is a beautiful area all around. The children went to the collective farm. The road goes through a birch grove. The bees are buzzing merrily. The guys are rushing to the collective farm fields. They split into teams and started weeding vegetables.

In the forest

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

Words for reference: hanging, thawed patch, quiet.

Forest Orchestra

Summer has come. The longest days are coming. Nightingales sing in the forest. Birds sing day and night. When do they sleep? In summer their sleep is short. The sun has risen. All the forest inhabitants began to sing. Beetles and grasshoppers squeak. Cheerful bumblebees and bees are buzzing. The oriole whistles joyfully. Woodpeckers found dry branches. This is the bird's drum. A strong nose serves as chopsticks. Nice forest choir!

(According to V. Bianchi)

Words for reference: orchestra, rose.

Moscow

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

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

Bird cherry blossoms

Under the rays of the May sun, everything is growing quickly. Light white snowdrops have bloomed. A colorful carpet of grass and leaves unfolded in the meadows. The bird cherry blossoms are full of buds. A pleasant aroma wafted from the tree. The cold has struck. The morning fog did not rise in a ring from the forest clearing. He froze and lay on the ground like frost. Silence in the forest. The birds are silent. They are afraid of getting a cold in their throat. One cuckoo calls from early morning until late evening.

Words for reference: aroma, frozen, afraid.

Compass

It was a warm morning. The buds on the trees have already burst. Young grass appeared from the ground. The willows were blooming. The bees hummed together. Petka moved along a narrow path. She took the boy to the stream. He drank cold water and ran to the tent. There were stones and pieces of clay on the ground. Petka looked at the clock with a sharp hand. The arrow was moving. It was a compass.

(According to A. Gaidar)

Words for reference: compass, tent.

School garden

Our school is surrounded by greenery. Cheerful maples, slender birches, lush rowan trees stand in rows. They were planted in late autumn by the children of our school. Beautiful flower garden. The roses are turning white. Beans and poppies are blooming on the plots. Flax turns blue. The bees are buzzing. They happily fly from flower to flower. Bees drink sweet juice. I'm walking along the path and I'm happy. The school garden is clean and tidy. The guys are working seriously.

Words for reference: seriously.

Know how to take care of him

Collective farmers grow rye and wheat with love and care. They put in a lot of work. In cold and blizzard, rain and heat, collective farmers work in the fields. During the difficult harvest time, schoolchildren help them. Every spikelet must be preserved. There is fragrant fresh bread on the table. It contains the strength of the working hands, the warmth of the heart. Bread is life itself. Know how to take care of it.

Words for reference: preserve, grow.

Treasure

People healed the forest. They marked trees for felling. The foresters felled the tree. There were nuts in his hollow. The squirrel worked all through early and late autumn. But the animal forgot about its treasure. Her neighbor found him in the cold winter. This often happens in the forest. One squirrel is working on the treasure. The supply of nuts goes to her friend. In a good year there is enough food for everyone.

Words for reference: working.

Spring morning

Spring has come into its own. Nice early spring morning in the garden. The first ray of sunshine broke out. The darkness of the night was hidden in the dense foliage of the trees. The robins have woken up. The feathers on their breasts turned the color of dawn. Delicate apple blossom petals strewn the shady alleys of the garden. Drops of dew glistened on the leaves. Golden bees began to circle above the flowers. They drink sweet juice greedily. The swifts flew by. It's good to have fast and light wings!

Words for reference: dawn, apple tree, alley.

It's May

It's May. He hurries to decorate the forest glades with green grass and flowers. May trees are decorated with young leaves. A cheerful holiday of young foliage is coming. There is a wonderful smell from bird cherry. There are more white flowers on it than leaves. Take care of this fragile tree. Don't let evil hands break your beauty. Starlings and finches sing loudly. The sound of a woodpecker is heard in the forest. The cry of a crane echoes across the swamp. What bird doesn't sing in spring?

Words for reference: young, on her, spreading.

Earth in Bloom

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

Words for reference: bug, fireflies.

In the spruce forest

It was early morning. Quiet in the spruce forest. Thick, huge spruce trees create coolness. There is twilight under the trees. The sun's rays rarely penetrate the thicket. Butterflies don't flutter. Grasshoppers don't jump. But then a flock of crossbills flew by noisily. They sat on a large Christmas tree. Heavy cones hung from the tree. The crossbill pressed the pine cone to the branch with its paw. With his beak he took out the winged seeds.

Words for reference: twilight, penetrate, pressed.

In the garden

In late autumn I planted young apple trees. A friendly spring has arrived. Water began to gurgle under the roads. The snow melted quickly. The puddles sparkled brightly in the sun. I came to the garden and examined my apple trees. The branches and twigs were all intact. The buds burst. The scarlet edges of flower leaves appeared. The wonderful songs of birds were heard throughout the garden. The songs sounded the joy of meeting warmth and spring. My heart felt light and calm.

Words for reference: got off, came, calmly.

Snowdrops

Along the edges of forests, in sunlit forest glades, the first forest flowers bloom. These are snowdrops. They look like the joyful smile of spring. It’s good at this time in the awakened forest. The forest is filled with cheerful bird voices. The fragrant resinous buds swelled and puffed up on the trees. On the tops of tall birches, spring guests whistle loudly. Everyone is happy about the sun and the arrival of spring.

(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

October

It's dull and chilly outside. The wind hits the trees with force and tears off the last leaves. Jackdaws scream loudly. It's getting cold. A ray of sunshine splashed. But this autumn smile was sad. It started to rain heavily. The birch grove was choking with rain. A sharp chill rarely peeks into the thicket. We made a fire. The red fire danced merrily.

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

Milk mushrooms

Grandfather Ivan Petrovich lived on our street. He loved hunting and fishing. Of the mushrooms, only the white milk mushroom was recognized. It was autumn. The coolness of the forest kept the night quiet. The branches of the bushes were swollen with water. A haze of fog stretched from the river. Grandfather took us to his mushroom places. By noon our baskets were full. Grandfather’s braided net featured the youngest milk mushrooms.

Words for reference: showed off.

tits

Tits appeared at the sawmill. These were clever and brave birds. They were not afraid of the noise and squeal of the saw. The tits examined every log. They stuck their beaks into the cracks and pulled out the pests. The birds worked from morning to evening. The frost grew stronger. They flocked to bask on the warm tractor tire.

(According to A. Musatov)

Words for reference: sawmill, inspected, pulled out, warm up.

When are animals treated?

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

(According to M. Ilyin and E. Segal)

Words for reference: zoo, veterinarian, brought together, submits.

In the forest

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

Words for reference: unusual.

Duckling

Winter came. The duckling swam on the lake without rest. At night there was a strong frost. The ice was cracking on the lake. The duckling quickly worked with its paws and became exhausted. Early in the morning a man walked past the lake. He took the duckling home. The kids began to play with him. But the duckling ran out the open door. He lay down in the bushes.

(According to G. H. Andersen)

Secret

Young birch trees appeared along the edges of the road. Why did they grow at the same distance from each other? An accident helped solve the mystery. Once I was in the forest in winter. It was the end of January. The drifting snow was swirling. I stood and watched. The snow was covered with dark dots. There were birch seeds lying on the snow. The wind came. The seeds fell into the holes from the human footprint.

(According to Yu. Dmitriev)

Meeting

I'm walking through the forest. The snow creaks underfoot. The fir trees sleep under the shaggy frost. I went out into the clearing. There are huge snowdrifts around. The frost grew stronger. Suddenly the snow exploded underfoot. Three hazel grouse flew out. They quickly disappeared into the fluffy trees. All that was left of the birds were holes in the snow. So that's the meeting!

Words for reference: frosted, came out, exploded.

Rooks

Young rooks have chosen one tree. A rook arrived with worms. When she sat down, the branch sank from the weight. The rook flew away. The branch was rising. The little rook rocked as if in a cradle. The whole spruce tree was moving its branches from the birds, as if alive.

(According to M. Prishvin)

Winter bread

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

(According to E. Shim)

Words for reference: as if.

Wolf

The wolf made her way through the snowdrifts to the barn. She began to rake the straw on the roof with her paws. There was a smell of warm steam and the smell of milk right in her face. The wolf jumped into the hole and grabbed something soft and warm. The sheep sharply shied away from the wall. The wolf rushed out. She held her prey tightly in her teeth. Her eyes shone brightly in the darkness of the night, like two lights.

(According to A. Chekhov)

Words for reference: something.

The Mystery of the Forest Lake

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

Words for reference: logs, noticed.

Chris the Dog

A little girl is lost. Grandma is in tears! They called Chris the dog to help. He sniffed the children's slippers and pulled the grandmother along with him. On the street, Chris quickly picked up the trail. And here is the fugitive. The baby was standing at the entrance to the park. Good job Chris. Dogs adopt all the habits of humans. An angry man is a mean dog. And the good man is kind.

Words for reference: adopt, habits.

Ant

I sat down on the side of the road. A large red ant easily crawled onto my boot. He looked around from above and descended to the ground. Murashka quickly ran across the road. I started watching him. So he stopped near a stump. On one side the stump was smooth and shiny. On the other side lay gnarled furrows. The ant crawled along them.

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

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

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

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

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

Joyful Seryozha whistled to the sad puppy. Late in the evening the weather was stormy. The man was overcome with a joyful feeling when he looked at the starry sky. Local old-timers spoke about the dangers of the surrounding forests. The unfortunate dumb serf peasant worked honestly in vain for the imperious and malicious master.

The end of November is the saddest time in the village. The wet wind rustles in the garden. The road was washed out. The surrounding area is shrouded in fog. In inclement weather it is good to stay at home. The fire crackles happily in the stove. The bright sun was shining. The first winter day arrived with a slight frost. We went down the stairs to the forest lake.

(According to K. Paustovsky)

It's rainy autumn days. The clouds cover the sun for a long time. Autumn rain pours from early morning until late evening. A fierce wind blows the last leaves off the trees. The gardens, fields and forests became wet and sad. Animals huddled in warm holes. You can't hear the buzzing of insects. It's a sad time!

Late autumn can be so wonderful and beautiful! After the overnight rain, the night darkness begins to thin out with difficulty. The sun will appear joyfully in the sky. Giant drops are falling from trees everywhere, as if every tree is washing itself.

(According to M. Prishvin)

Fierce winds blow and the sailing boats are driven. The area of ​​our region is lovely. In our wonderful childhood, we met cranes in the spring with a joyful feeling. Schoolchildren removed giant caterpillars from cabbage leaves. The hunter caught an unfortunate crane with a sore leg in a giant reed. A famous director arrived in beautiful Odessa on a stormy day.

In the summer, our family made an interesting trip to Sevastopol. A beautiful city! We saw many wonderful things there. Late in the evening we returned home. Lightning illuminated the surroundings. The area suddenly changed dramatically. The thick reeds on the pond looked like large trees. The local pond is overgrown with giant reeds. A terrible lightning illuminated the surroundings.

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

October was cold and stormy. The plank roofs were terribly blackened. The beautiful grass in the garden has died. Giant clouds were hovering over the meadows. A sad rain fell. Local shepherds stopped driving their flocks to the surrounding pastures. Until spring, the wonderful shepherd's horn died down.

The grandmother straightens the piece of paper on the table and throws the grain onto the “Circle of King Solomon” covered with numbers. She is illiterate; I find the answer for her from the table. The oracle’s answer is: “The woman is delusional, but no one believes, shut your mouth without any hassle, and don’t open your mouth to someone else’s loaf.” It’s not clear, but if you think about it and figure it out, it’s not good at all. The melancholy from this oracle is even greater.
In order to attach Uncle Vasya to some kind of business, his father decided to rent an orchard outside the city for the summer, about three miles from the house, and put Uncle in it as a guard.
– I’m giving it away for free, truly! - assured the tradesman in a hoodie, the owner of the garden. - Yes, Vasil Vasilich, you can justify this money with one hay! What about berries? What about apples? Go see what color this year is - power!

The whole family went to see the apple trees blooming. The garden was located along the mountainside: at the top behind the garden there was small forest, at the bottom there was a lake, to the right and left behind the hedges were the garden plots of other owners. In the middle of the garden there was a hut covered with reeds, and on the mountain there was a hut made of brushwood. On the lake, near the alder-covered shore, a canoe was tied. Wonderful garden! Magnificent garden!
“You can’t move fish in a lake!” - the owner praised. - Crucians, molts: if you want fish soup, if you want to fry them.
The garden bloomed well, no words. But now new concerns arose. What will the ovary be like? How will the morning frost last? Or will the worm attack? Do not count your chickens before they are hatched. It was decided that Uncle Vasya would move into the garden immediately. I wanted to live with him as soon as school ended.
And here we live in the garden, alone, in freedom. Only on Sundays does our whole family come to the garden to “be happy” for the whole day. Occasionally after work, my father comes running to catch fish with his uncle.
Uncle Vasya is bored in the garden: what a job, really, for a young fellow of groom’s age to sit as a watchman! This is an old man's business. He wanders around the garden, whistling, languishing, then sits over the lake, then, lo and behold, he sleeps under a bush, pulling a tattered cotton wool over his head. I’m not bored: I have my own thing to do - I binge-devour historical novels by Vsevolod Solovyov and Salias at Niva.
I go to the city to buy the Niva to the master Drozdov, who sits in a chair by the window and looks at Kalganovka Street from morning to evening. My visit is true entertainment for him: he has been yawning with boredom since the morning and eagerly begins to ask me about various things: how many apples have there been in the garden? Who are the neighbors, who is on the left, who is on the right, who is their watchman? What kind of fish is caught in the lake? Has Uncle Vasya taken up the position? (He knows his uncle’s troubles thoroughly.) Looking at the door, he lowers his voice and asks if the women come to Uncle Vasya’s hut. He cares about everything.
I answer somehow; I can't wait to get to the bookcase, crammed with bound volumes of old illustrated magazines. Finally, I escape from Drozdov with the coveted prey. Out of greed, I immediately take two annual volumes of “Niva” and, dripping with sweat, martyrically drag them through the sun three miles to the garden. But I have entertainment for the whole week. Uncle Vasya is not keen on reading, unless he looks at the pictures. He wanders around the garden, shooting at crows with a ramrod gun; When it’s time for lunch or dinner, he’ll light a fire and cook some gruel in a pot.
Sometimes a deaf old man - a watchman from a neighboring garden - will come to the fire after the smoke and always ask the same thing:
- What time is it, Vasil Mikhalych?
Uncle Vasya will first shout in his ear: “Pregnant” or “Quarter to five minutes,” then he will look at his silver pocket money and answer for real. The old man squints his toothless mouth - I understand, they say, a joke - he pauses, stomps around, and then adds hesitantly:
“Won’t I get some bread from you?” They were too late to bring me something last night.
They poured all the pieces of stale bread we had lying around into his hat and invited him to our pot.
... Warm nights came, we moved to sleep in a hut and woke up in the morning to the hubbub of birds. And in the garden and in the forest beyond the garden there was a quiet, solemn life going on.
Every day brought something new. The lilies of the valley and lilies of the valley have faded, and buttercups, crayfish, crayfish, and viburnum have bloomed in the meadow by the lake. Along the path, buds of yellow rosehip blossomed, golden flowers the size of a palm burned brightly on the dark greenery. Water lilies and water lilies bloomed on the lake. And when the sun rose high and the air began to flow from the heat, the garden froze in silence and numbness, only the bees hummed in the linden flowers.
One day in July we ran out of supplies, and Uncle Vasya sent me to the city to buy bread. It was a windy day and the sky was slate colored. The wind blew columns of dust through the streets. Our house struck me with something alarmingly unusual in appearance. Why are the windows closed on such a hot day? Why are the gate and door locked? Why is no one visible?
I knocked and my father opened the door. He looked at me scared, as if he didn’t recognize me.
- Where are you going? You can’t: the doctor didn’t order it! – he said for some reason in a whisper. - We have diphtheria in our house.
Two people fell ill at once - a sister and a little brother.
- Look at them through the window.
I climbed onto the rubble and leaned against the glass; Manya was lying in the bed, and a small one was lying on the chest. I knocked on the frame. The sister turned her head towards the knock, recognized me and smiled a pitiful, suffering smile. My father gave me money and told me to buy bread at the market.
- Don’t go to town in vain - there’s an infection in almost every house.
I returned to my uncle’s garden with an orphan feeling.
And a few days later, Aunt Polya came in the evening and, wiping away her tears, said that Manya had been buried, and that tomorrow they would bury Pasha, but she still couldn’t come home until they disinfected him. She unwrapped the white bundle and placed a plate of kutia, a sweet rice porridge with raisins, on the table. - Remember the repose of the babies Mary and Paul! - And we, having crossed ourselves, began to eat kutya with Uncle Vasya.
After the funeral, my mother stopped going to the garden altogether: she kept wanting to go to the cemetery, to the fresh graves. Father came occasionally, but was silent, absent-minded, and indifferent to all matters. And now the garden just needed the owner’s attention. The apples began to ripen and fall. In the mornings, watchmen from neighboring gardens would gather and tell stories of how they were “climbed” and they shot millet and salt at the thieves. Apples were lying in heaps everywhere, and there was nowhere to put them.
Uncle Vasya decided to show diligence, hired a cart, and one Sunday we went with him to the villages to sell apples. We left when it was already freezing. The day is hot, the sky is cloudless, the horse is barely dragging along. We are driving through a field, the winter crops are almost ripe, red falcons are fluttering over the yellow fields in the sultry sky. On the horizon there is a railway embankment - a lonely siding without a single tree, telegraph poles stretch along the embankment. It's hot, I'm thirsty. But on the way there is a ravine overgrown with small forests, below there is coolness, a spring lined with a log house, a golbets with an icon. We're going down to get drunk.
The nearest village of Studenovka is twelve miles away, but we travel for three hours, no less. Either the horse will stand up, then Uncle Vasya will fiddle around, adjust the harness and, due to inexperience, does this for a long time.
The village of Studenovka is sleepy, as if extinct.
- Hey, apples, who wants apples! - Uncle Vasya starts up cheerfully.
Mugs from all over the village come running to bark at us. White-headed and bare-bellied children are approaching. Barter trade: a pound of apples for a chicken egg. We have plate scales. Baba asks:
– Do you take cats?
What a shame: we are mistaken for “Tarkhans” who collect rags, bones, and cat skins from the villages. Our trade is not going well. Before the holiday of Transfiguration - “Apple Savior” - adults in villages do not eat apples: it is considered a sin. All our customers are stupid brats. Uncle Vasya is already pouring apples into his caps and skirts, but even with such trade, a good half of the cart remains unsold.
After Studenovka we didn’t want to go anywhere else, so we turned home.
“Don’t even think about telling anyone,” says my dear uncle, “that they took us for “Tarkhans” - it won’t be a shame!
Father was already burdened by the garden and did not know how to get rid of it. Because of an oversight, everything went from bad to worse. The hay, which had been piled up without drying, rotted in the stacks. The haystacks were scattered, and inside there were black, moldy scraps that made the cow turn up her face. Out of frustration, my father sold the entire apple harvest wholesale at half price, and my uncle and I returned to the city.
And in the fall, all the relatives accompanied Uncle Vasya to the station. He signed up with a fellow countryman who had left before, and was now going to Baku to seek his fortune. Grandmother, solemn and sad, in a festive dress and a black scarf with flowers, was sitting at the station, holding in her hands a bundle of crumpets for the journey. She was startled and frightened when the bell at the station rang. Everyone jumped up and began to fuss.
“Sit still,” said the station gendarme, “the train has just left, there are still thirty-three minutes of waiting.”
We sat down again and began to wait. The train arrived.
“The stop is eight minutes,” announced the chief conductor in a uniform with crimson piping, with a whistle on a colorful cord.
Passengers ran from the carriages: some to the buffet, others to get boiling water on the platform. Uncle Vasya and father went through the carriages to look for seats. Suddenly two bells rang. Everyone rushed to the carriages. One woman ran with an empty kettle: apparently she didn’t have time to pour boiling water. The chief conductor whistled, the locomotive whistled, and the train started moving. Uncle Vasya waved his cap at us through the open window.

Now my grandmother lives in constant anxiety and keeps waiting for letters. Uncle Vasya rarely sends letters, he writes them sparingly, abruptly, mysteriously, and jokes sadly. “Alive, healthy, walking without boots, which is what I wish for you.” Or: “My affairs are neither shaky, nor sluggish, nor sideways.” Or again: “I live well, waiting for the best.”
Grandma will cry quietly and take out her “King Solomon’s Fortune-Telling Circle” from her chest. Throws a grain onto the circle:
- Stickleback, look what happened.
I am reading:
- “If you want to know about an important matter, it’s better to tell your fortune next week.”
Grandma throws the grain again, and I again look for the right number. Oh, it seems like some kind of nasty thing: “Don’t believe the deceptions, you are threatened with troubles, a snake is crawling between the flowers!”
I don’t have the courage to upset my grandmother with such an ominous prediction, and I read her another one, the line above:
- “You will receive great happiness and treasure chests, and gold will flow to you like a river.”

River, trees, grass

We lived not far from the river, and every spring the hollow water came right up to our house, and sometimes entered the yard. Ice drift could be seen right from the windows, but who sits at home when there is such a holiday on the river? The entire shore was black with people. With hissing and crackling, the ice rushed past in a solid dirty white stream, and if you look at it without looking away, it begins to seem that the bank has moved and, together with the people, is rapidly rushing past the stopped river.
The flood ended, and the river retreated, leaving large ice floes on the edge of the flood, which then melted for a long time and slowly, crumbled, fell apart in a heap of blue bugles and, finally, disappeared, leaving puddles.
The entire shore, dirty, disheveled after the flood, was covered with a thick layer of silt; tufts of old straw and all sorts of rubbish brought by the flood hung on the bare willow bushes.

The sun warmed up, and the shore began to change its skin: the silt became covered with cracks, burst into pieces, dried out, and pure white sand was revealed underneath. Young burdock leaves were emerging from the sand, green and shiny on top, and gray and papery from underneath. This is not the coltsfoot known in the Moscow region; I saw the burdocks of my childhood here only near Kashira, on the Oka sands, and with what spiritual trepidation I inhaled their bitter, unique smell in the world.
The shore came to life. The bare twigs of the willow tree were covered with greenery. Near the water itself, goose grass was in a hurry to spread its red threads in all directions and quickly cover the sand with a carpet of cut-out leaves and yellow flowers.
Large old, hollow willows grew along the river. They bloomed, becoming covered with tiny yellow fluffy lambs. A sweet aroma then hung over the willows; bees buzzed on their branches all day long. These yellow lambs were the first delicacy that spring brought us: they tasted sweet and could be sucked on. Then the color fell off in the form of small brown worms, and the willows put on leaves. Some turned green, others - silver-gray.
There is nothing more beautiful than old willows. And now the eye rejoices and the heart trembles when somewhere by the river I see their majestic round clumps, but they all seem to be inferior to the splendor of the willows of my childhood.
The shore was lushly overgrown with a dense jungle of tall nameless grass with a fragile stem, cabbage-colored leaves and a sparse smell; lovely bushes of the “tree of God” with lacy, dill-like leaves and wormwood spirit; creeping bindweed with pale pink bells that smell of vanilla. The puddles by the river were inhabited by all kinds of living creatures: tadpoles, snails, water beetles.

Along the garden hedges, on which red boogers with two black dots-eyes on their backs poured out in herds, grew juicy green mallow, dead nettles, henbane, which we were afraid to touch, a grass with an indecent name and sweet black berries, quinoa and burdock. On the street in front of the house, a thick carpet of grass grew - fortunately no one was driving past.
On the feast of midday, a prayer service was served on the river with the blessing of water, and the adult inhabitants of both banks, the “bourgeois” and the “arable”, began to swim.
But we boys didn’t wait until midday and swam according to our own calendar, as soon as the water became warm. We splashed on the river from morning to evening, lay on the sand, climbed into the water and again onto the hot sand. The skin on the guys' noses was peeling off, and in the evening we came home with blue lips, trembling with chills - shopping!
Oh summer! O sun! O golden early evening hour after a hot day! Like solar dust, midges crowd into light spots in the shadow of willows. The sand, warmed up during the day, caresses your feet. We pick large burdock leaves and make green caps out of them. Burdock cotton wool and the bitter smell of burdock juice remain on the fingers. The river under the declining sun sparkles and sparkles so much that it hurts the eyes. The opposite bank is in the cool shade of the willow bushes, the geniculate stems of water pepper with pink hanging catkins sway in the streams of the current, small places near the shore are covered with a green film of duckweed.

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

Springs

Our city is rich in something, let alone good spring water. Old-timers used to boast: our city, they say, avoided cholera. But in past years, this terrible guest often appeared in the Volga region. And why? All thanks to water! Our clear spring water flows straight from the springs through pine pumps, and on every street there is an indoor wooden pool with a tap. Cleanliness and tidiness!
And in the outskirts of the city, wherever you go, there are springs everywhere. Along the river from the steep bank they shoot straight in a row; If you walk by, you will certainly come and get a drink. They flow in a rusty-red bed; maybe some healing ones, we wondered, it happened.
Near a large “boiling” spring, orchards are planted along the hillocks, and water is supplied through gutters at the right time to water the apple trees - there is enough for everyone.
This bubbling spring flows on the mountainside in a grove called “Kopylovka”. The water in it is in constant agitation, like boiling water in a kettle. Breaking out of the ground, it stirs small pebbles and sand, washed to sugar whiteness, and with a strong crystal stream, twisted into a rope, it runs noisily down into the gardens.
It is pleasant on a hot summer day to press your lips to this living cool stream, and after drinking, sit in the chill under a walnut bush, listen to the sound of the stream and watch how it runs, now sparkling in the sun, now hiding in the dense green thickets of angelica, which has grown wildly along its course. .
As a child, I tried to draw a bubbling spring with a pencil. But how pitiful, how distressing the results were. Yes, even paints won’t help here - where can one convey this beauty, this shine and joy of running water!
Catch a sunbeam!
The bubbling spring remained in my memory one of the most precious childhood impressions, and how joyful it was for me to one day find the same spring miracle near Moscow.
We were looking for a dacha.
“Why don’t you see Dubechnya? – advised our fellow countrywoman Alina. “I lived there last year - it’s a bit far, but it’s such a blessing!”
So we went.
It was spring, the month of May, nightingale time, and the weather was wonderful - a long, windy day, fragrant, warm. And when we were already returning at dusk, the moon rose, along the highway, bird cherry trees blooming in bouquets were white in the moonlight, and the bird cherry spirit accompanied us all the way.
We arrived in Dubechnya at about five o'clock. It was not possible to get along the country road to the village itself, so we went on foot. We crossed the bridge over a small river and went up the mountain. The sound of the water amazed us. A strong, fast stream ran down the mountain, thundering and sparkling. There were three or four springs in total; they flowed, merging into one common channel. On the half-mountain, in the path of the stream, there was a mill with a large wooden grating wheel. “She’s already fallen apart...”
The village was located around the springs in a ring. There was something ancient, Slavic, pagan about it, like in Roerich’s paintings. And the most amazing thing: the incessant, violent, cheerful sound of water, similar to the sound of the sea surf. What a cheerful accompaniment for life all around - in the morning, and in the evening, and during the day, and at night, and in winter and summer!
We were told that under the mountain, along the banks of the river, thirteen springs gush out, and the river is called Smorodinka or Samorodinka, either from the currant bushes that grow along the banks, or because it “will be born itself” from these springs.

At the farmer's market

Our market day is Friday. On this day, the city streets are full of men in white felt boots and sheepskin sheepskin coats. They crowd around the breech, pour vodka straight from the bottle into their bearded mouths and, slurping, snack on the city kalach. Drunk, they begin to wander through the city streets and seek help from those they meet: “Do me a favor, little guy, tell me how to get to the market?” You answer with hasty readiness and therefore a little squeaky: “Go straight ahead, and after the girls’ school of St. Joseph, turn right towards the cathedral, and behind the cathedral there will be a market.” He will leave, and you will realize - well, he’s illiterate and won’t be able to read the sign of St. Joseph’s School. And you will run after him, and you will reach the market.
There is frost outside, frosty, low winter sun, pink smoke from the chimneys. In the market square there are sleighs with raised shafts standing in a row. Shaggy horses, whitened with frost, covered with sackcloth blankets, chew hay. It smells like wood chips, leather, roach, hot rolls, and frost. On the snow there are pots, pots, jugs, bowls, kneaders, tubs, troughs, shovels, brooms, axles, wheels, shafts. In his locker, the baker Andrei, famous throughout the county, does not have time to release the bundles of his famous bagels. On the butcher's counter there is a familiar, but every time shudder-inducing picture of hell: calf and lamb heads with bitten tongues and glassy eyes, and all sorts of other nasty things that make you sick to look at.
And here is a colorful stall with books and popular prints. Here I stick for a long time. I have a copper in my pocket, which I am free to spend on whatever I want. There is always a crowd of people at the art exhibition hanging on strings. Pictures for all tastes; here are the soul-saving ones: “Stages of human life”, “Image of the holy Mount Athos”; there are hunting plots: “Tiger Hunt”, “Bear Hunt”, “Boar Hunt”; there is something for the delicate girlish taste: the fashionable song “A Wonderful Moon Floats Over the River,” a beauty with a dove, elegant children on a donkey with rhymes:

Small children
Have you decided to go for a ride?
And the three of us decided
Climb a donkey.
Vanya sat and ruled
Petya played the horn.
The donkey delivered them
Soon to the meadow.

Arouses warm sympathy “A Boer father and his ten sons, armed to defend their homeland against the British.” The heroes are colorfully dressed in multi-colored jackets and trousers - red, blue, yellow; Each has a gun and a belt of cartridges over his shoulder. The President of the Transvaal Republic, Kruger, with a gray beard and collar, and General Cronje, “heroically defended himself for 11 days with 3,000 Boers against 40,000 British,” are also depicted.
But most of all, the painting “Wolves in Winter”, which depicts an attack by a wolf pack on people passing by, is striking in its drama. The nameless poet describes the horrors of this event in verses of epic solemnity. He begins with a peaceful picture of winter nature and ends with mournful stanzas, like a dirge:

And if it happens to travelers
Find yourself among a hungry flock
On horseback or in a cart without protection,
Their traces will be hidden
Under a deep snow cover
And doomed to eternal rest.

Having re-read all the captions under the pictures, I turn to the consideration of the books: “The Life of Eustathius Placida”, “How a Soldier Saved the Life of Peter the Great”, “Two Sorcerers and a Witch Beyond the Dnieper”, “Razuvaevsky Men at the Moscow Godmother”, songs, dream books, fortune-telling sheets with circles of King Solomon. There are also some that I have already read: “Anecdotes about the jester Balakirev”, “Guac, or Invincible Loyalty”.
After much hesitation, I finally make a choice: I pay two kopecks and take with me “Trifon Korobeinikov’s Travels to Holy Places,” in which the tempting chapter titles - “About the navel of the earth”, “About the bird Strofokamil” - promise the reader blissful moments of outlandish revelations.

I started going to school, and they bought me rubber galoshes. Well, I suffered a lot with them! Galoshes were new to us then. Their style was not the current one, but high, above the ankle. But at school, the real kids wore boots, trousers tucked in, and didn’t wear galoshes - galoshes were a sign of lordship and effeminacy. Boys in galoshes were greeted with ridicule, whoops, and a song:

Hey, cabman, give me the horse!
Don’t you see: I’m wearing galoshes? -

They say that such a dandy should not walk on foot, but should ride in a cab.
To avoid shame, before reaching the school, I took off the damned galoshes and hid them in my bag, and in the hallway I secretly put them behind the chest.
After lessons, I had to wait out everyone and be the last to leave in order to take the galoshes out of their hiding place, put them in a bag, and just before the house put them on my feet and come home in the galoshes.
- Where did you ruin them from the inside like that? - the mother was surprised.
This went on for the entire three years I was in elementary school. However, our winter is frosty; in winter everyone wears felt boots. At the “city” school, my galoshes came out of hiding and began to live a normal life. There were a majority of galosh wearers here. I remember how two students argued at the coat rack over galoshes: whose - whose? It ended in a fight. The inspector had to intervene in the dispute. I remember how one of the applicants stubbornly insisted: “You can’t leave your place, these are my galoshes!”
This strange “mine” remained in my memory. In our places they sometimes say “mine” instead of “mine”: “Mine is work, yours is money.”

Faith of the Fathers

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

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

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

Mount Athos, holy mountain,
I don't know your beauty
And your earthly paradise,
And under you there are noisy waters!

And where did they manage to find our address?
The father became emotional and sent the monks three rubles by letter. Athonite letters came more than once, but it turned out that many residents of the city received them. It turned out that these letters were received by the same ones who received the newspaper. It seems that the monks found out addresses through the newspaper and sent letters indiscriminately, not only to the most pious.
Father always got up before everyone else in the house. After washing, he stood in front of the icons, whispered prayers, and bowed. Then the mother and grandmother prayed at the icons. They made sure that the children did not forget to pray. If someone was in a hurry and dealt with religious duties too quickly, they would say to him: “What is this, one nodded, another blinked, and the third guessed it himself? Go and pray!”
Fasts in the family were strictly observed. “Farming”, that is, eating something meat or dairy on a fast day, was considered a great sin. In addition to the constant fasting days - Wednesday and Friday, there were multi-day fasts before major holidays: before Christmas, Dormition, Peter's Day, and the longest, seven-week Lent - before Easter.
Days of early spring, Lenten bells, the prayer of Ephraim the Syrian, translated into verse by Pushkin, the blossoming willow tree, standing with candles at the night service of the “twelve gospels”, streams in the streets and midnight matins on Easter...
A black, warm night, the roar of bells, the bell tower in multi-colored lanterns, inside the church thousands of lights in candlesticks and chandeliers, lit by the priest immediately with the help of a “powder thread”, cheerful dance tunes of Easter services - all this had its own poetry, the poetry of spring and gospel images , she touched the soul.
In the summer they brought the miraculous icon of the Kazan Mother of God from the Nizhne-Lomovsky Monastery. We met her outside the city in a field. Hot day. Crowds of people move between the fields and meadows, banners sway in the air on high poles, the clergy in brocaded festive vestments, in the carriages are local authorities and ladies under lace umbrellas.
At the meeting - a prayer service with an akathist in the open air. The miraculous figure is in a rich gold frame, carried on white towels by eminent bearded men from the local merchants. Some lucky ones manage to dive under the icon while walking, bent over, and become worthy of grace.
“To the zealous intercessor, mother of the Lord on High... There are no other imams of help, no other imams of hope, unless you, mistress...” the choir sings. The crowd is on its knees, the women are crying: “Stand up for us, we rely on you and we boast in you...”
Then the monks walked around the city from house to house with the miraculous work for a whole month, served prayers, sprinkled the walls with holy water and collected tribute into the monastery mug.
I also remember: an all-night vigil in the summer - columns of incense smoke are illuminated by slanting rays of the sun, yellow, blue, green from the colored glass in the windows of the temple, the choir sings “Quiet Light”, all the doors are wide open, the jubilant squeal of killer whales bursts in from outside.

I sang treble in the church choir, and through this I memorized many prayers and psalms, and therefore now I understand the Church Slavonic press. From the Holy Scriptures, the greatest impression was made by “The Revelation of John the Theologian” - it was terrible (more terrible than “Viy”!) to read these gloomy fantasies about the end of the world.
Then came the critical time of the first doubts about the existence of God, and then the collapse of the faith of our fathers and the atheism hidden from our relatives, which we, young atheists, carried within ourselves with pride, as a sign of initiation into the secret order of freethinkers.
But in the real school, even in the senior classes, we were still marched, lined up in pairs, to the church for mass, forced to fast, confess and receive communion under the supervision of the guards, and they also demanded that the priest present a certificate of confession and communion. This religion could no longer return us “to the bosom of the church” under the lash; rather, on the contrary, it embittered us and pushed us into protest.
We were in the last class of a real school when, during the Lenten fast, my friends Lenya N. and Vanya Sh. revealed to me that they had conspired to spit out the sacrament (“the body and blood of Christ”), and did so. I internally grew cold, imagining the danger of their action: for this they were threatened not only with expulsion from the school, but with a church trial and imprisonment in a monastery for blasphemy. At the same time, I envied them, their heroism: “Why didn’t you tell me before? And I could...” - “Well, you’re in the choir, in front of everyone, that would be difficult for you.”

Dictations 1
Dictation 1. Repetition of what was studied in grades 5-8
Down the river

At the beginning of the summer holidays, my friend and I decided to take a short trip along the river in a rubber boat. Without telling anyone, we quickly got ready to set off and by nightfall we were on the river bank. The silence of the night, interrupted by some sharp bird cry, the damp, piercing air, all this had a bad effect on us.

For several minutes we hesitated, but then we resolutely entered the boat, pushed away from the shore, and the boat floated downstream. At first it was scary to drive along an unfamiliar river, but gradually we got used to it and boldly looked forward.

Early in the morning we hoped to be in an unfamiliar village. We floated slowly down the river, almost without using the oars. The moon appeared from behind the clouds, illuminating all the surroundings with its mysterious brilliance. Somewhere a nightingale clicked, followed by another. It seemed as if the whole air was permeated with enchanting sounds. We admired the nightingale's singing and the beauty of the night and completely forgot about the boat. Suddenly, having bumped into something, it capsized, and we found ourselves waist-deep in water. Having collected our things that were floating along the river, we climbed ashore, pulled out the ill-fated boat, lit a fire and until the morning we warmed ourselves, dried ourselves and discussed the night's adventure.

(174 words)
Grammar task(according to options)

1. Phonetic analysis:

1) bird; 2) discussed.

2. Word formation analysis and word analysis by composition:

1) interruptible; 2) having bumped into.

3. Morphological analysis:

1) during; 2) to no one.

4. Syntactic analysis of sentences (1st paragraph):

1) At the beginning of the summer holidays, my friend and I decided to take a short trip along the river in a rubber boat.

2) The silence of the night, interrupted by some sharp bird cry, the damp, piercing air - all this had a bad effect on us.

5. Determine the type of offers:

1) find a one-part sentence ( At first it was scary to drive along an unfamiliar river... - impersonal);

2) find an incomplete sentence ( Somewhere a nightingale clicked,behind him is another .)

Dictation 2
Zhelezyaka

On a cloudless night, the moon floats over Chisty Dor, reflected in puddles, silvering the roofs covered with wood chips. Quiet in the village.

At dawn, dull blows are heard from the shore of Yalma, as if someone is striking a bell overgrown with moss. Behind the willows, a blacksmith shop darkens on the shore - a plank shed, ancient, smoky, trimmed at the corners with rusty sheets of tin. The blows can be heard from here.

I go fishing early. It’s still dark, dark, and this barn looks strange in the cloudy alder forest.

Suddenly the door opens, and there is a fire, but not bright, like the flame of a fire, but muffled. This is the color of viburnum when it is hit by frost. The fiery door seems to be a cave that perhaps leads into the earth.

A small man jumps out of it onto the shore. In his hands are long pliers, and a red-hot dragon bone is clamped in them. He puts it into the water - a hiss worse than that of a cat or viper is heard. A cloud of steam escapes from the water.

“Hello, Voloshin,” I say.

At noon, on my way back, I pass by again. There are now a lot of people around the forge: some have come to get nails, some have come to shoe a horse.

The forge burns inside. Shurka Kletkin, the hammer blower, inflates the bellows - exhales air into the forge, onto the coals. In the hell itself lies an iron block. It became so hot that you couldn’t tell it apart from fire.

Voloshin snatches it with long pliers and places it on the anvil. Shurka hits it with a hammer, and the blank is flattened, and Voloshin only turns it under the blows. Shurka Kletkin is a strong fellow; his shoulders are heavy, like weights. He is a strongman, and Voloshin is a master.

(233 words) ( Yu. Koval)
Grammar task:

1) do a morphological analysis of words overgrown, sooty;

Dictation 3
Oak

It was already the beginning of June when Prince Andrei, returning home, went again to that birch grove in which this old, gnarled oak struck him so strangely and memorably. 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 spruce trees scattered throughout the forest did not disturb the overall beauty and, imitating the general character, were tenderly green with fluffy young shoots...

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

(165 words) ( L. N. Tolstoy)

Grammar task:

1) do a word-formation analysis and an analysis of the composition of words spread out, causeless;

Dictation 4
Singer of native nature

If nature could feel gratitude to a person for penetrating her life and singing her praises, then first of all this gratitude would fall to Mikhail Prishvin.

It is unknown what Prishvin would have done in his life if he had remained an agronomist (this was his first profession). In any case, he would hardly have revealed Russian nature to millions of people as a world of the most subtle and luminous poetry. He simply did not have enough time for this.

If you carefully read everything written by Prishvin, you remain convinced: he did not have time to tell us even a hundredth part of what he saw and knew perfectly.

It’s difficult to write about Prishvin. What he said needs to be written down in treasured notebooks, re-read, discovering new values ​​in every line, going into his books, just as we go along barely treasured paths into a dense forest with its conversation of keys and the fragrance of herbs, plunging into various thoughts and states inherent in this a person who is pure in mind and heart.

Prishvin's books are “the endless joy of constant discoveries.” Several times I heard from people who had just put down Prishvin’s book they had read, the same words: “This is real witchcraft.”

(183 words) ( K. G. Paustovsky)
Grammar task:

1) do a syntactic analysis of the first two sentences;

2) make diagrams of complex sentences, determine the type of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.

Dictation 5
Starlings

Everyone knows him. And everyone since childhood, when in April a tireless and cheerful singer in black clothes appears near the birdhouse. They say that swallows make spring. No, swallows “make summer,” and spring is brought to our region by rooks, starlings, larks, lapwings, finches, and wagtails on their wings. Starlings are the most noticeable of them. When they appear, they shake out the sparrows from the birdhouses and celebrate housewarming with songs. “There is no bird more lively, more cheerful, more cheerful than the starling,” Brehm wrote. Where does the starling come from, becoming our neighbor from early spring to late autumn?

Four years ago, while traveling in South Africa, at Cape Agulhas we saw our friends and were amazed: they fly so far! I wrote about this. And I was wrong. They do not fly further than the northern edge of the African continent, where starlings gather in flocks of millions for the winter. European settlers brought their favorite bird to the lower part of the mainland, and it took root here alongside antelopes, ostriches and numerous weaver birds. Starlings were also brought to America, Australia, and New Zealand because of their love for them. Of course, starlings do not come to us from these countries. Ours winter in Western and Southern Europe. Not that far. And yet, how not to be surprised at the ability of starlings to find, say, the Moscow region, some village in it and a native birdhouse. "Hello, I've arrived!" - starlings announce themselves with a simple, cheerful song.

(205 words) ( V. M. Peskov)

Grammar task:

1) emphasize fragments with parcellation (unusual division of sentences);

2) make diagrams of complex sentences, determine the type of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.

Dictation 6
Amazing crossroads

From Zamoskvorechye I needed to go to the center. So I decided: which bridge to walk on - Kamenny or Moskvoretsky?

Both options were equally acceptable, since I was standing on the corner of Lavrushinsky Lane. It goes out onto Kadashevskaya embankment approximately in its middle, and from this place the distance is the same - either in the direction of the Kamenny Bridge or in the direction of Moskvoretsky.

The question came down to which bridge was more interesting to walk on. I thought that if I walked along Moskvoretsky, the Kremlin would seem to float out at me... Yes, it’s like a giant white swan floats out at you, whose neck is the bell tower of Ivan the Great, and its back is cathedrals with golden feathered domes . I was already ready to choose the Moskvoretsky Bridge, when suddenly it seemed extremely tempting to me to see this swan floating into the distance from the mysterious twilight of the garden, the picture that opens before us when we walk along the Stone Bridge.

(145 words) ( Yu. Olesha)
Grammar task:

1) do a phonetic analysis of words: giant, feathers;

2) make diagrams of complex sentences, determine the type of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.

Appendix 4
Texts for presentation
Text 1

In a remote underground cave, complete silence reigns: no breeze, no rustle... Only one sound breaks the ominous silence: one after another, water drops fall and scatter when they hit the stone. For many decades now, they have been monotonously and tirelessly counting down time in this abandoned corner of the earth. And a voluntary captive of the cave, a speleologist, learned to count drop by drop the days of his stay underground.

But water has long been helping people tell time. Almost simultaneously with the sun clock, water clocks, clepsydras, as the ancient Greeks called them, also appeared. This clock was a large vessel from which water slowly flows. Its level decreases from one mark to another. This way you can read how much time has passed.

The Greek mechanic Ctesibius made a very accurate water clock, which today could decorate any apartment. They work like this: water flowing into a beautiful vase raises the float, and a winged boy connected to the float shows the time with an elegant pointer. The water rises, and the pointer slides along a long string of numbers. The second winged boy wipes away his tears. He is very sad - because time is running out irrevocably.

You won't find water clocks anywhere anymore. They are veterans of time measurement. They are more than two thousand years old.

In the Middle Ages, monks determined time by the number of prayers read. This method, of course, was far from accurate. Then in monasteries, and simply in everyday life, they began to use fire clocks to keep track of time. They took a candle and marked divisions on it, each of which corresponded to a certain period of time.

Long before European watches, China had its own interesting designs. The dough, prepared from powdered wood, flavored with incense, was rolled into sticks and given them a wide variety of shapes. For example, spirals. Some fire clocks reached several meters in length and burned for months. Sometimes metal balls were suspended from the sticks. As soon as the candle burned out, the ball fell into the porcelain vase with a ringing sound. Why not a fire alarm clock!

Over the centuries, people have improved ways of measuring time. Today, the most accurate clocks are atomic ones. They are used as a standard.

(309 words)
Tasks

Answer the question: “What type of speech is the text?” Prove your opinion.

Tell us about other ways of measuring time that you know.

Text 2

Even a well-educated zoologist will find it difficult to give a comprehensive answer as to who is stronger: a lion or a tiger, because in the savannah, where the lion reigns, there are no tigers, and in the jungle, where the tiger reigns, there are no lions.

There are no tiger in Africa, Australia, America and Europe. His place of residence is Southeast Asia and our Far Eastern taiga. Tigers differ in size, color, and “warmth” of their fur coat. For example, the South Chinese and Bengal species do not need thick wool at all: they will languish in it from the heat. But our handsome Ussuri tiger needs it to withstand frost.

Leo does not live in America, Australia and Europe. Africa is his home. But even there now lions are not found everywhere. North of the Sahara, the king of the desert was destroyed by his only enemy - man. In Asia, the lion was also exterminated. Only in India a small number of Asiatic lions survive.

The habits of a lion and a tiger are very different from each other. The only thing they have in common is that they are the largest representatives of the cat family on our planet. They have much more differences. A lion has a round pupil, while a tiger has a longitudinal one. The lion lives on the ground, and the tiger also climbs trees. The lion is a herd animal, but the tiger always wanders alone. Lions get along well with other animals. They are tamed faster and better, much more obedient than a tiger. The tiger does not tolerate strangers.

And yet who is stronger - the tiger or the lion? Physically the lion is stronger, but the tiger is more agile. If animals are captured in captivity, then the king of the animals wins. He is helped by his mane, which prevents the tiger from grabbing him by the neck. There is only one type of tiger stronger than a lion - our Ussuri tiger. The only thing stronger than this master of the taiga is the white polar bear.

(259 words)
Tasks

I. Title the text and retell it in detail.

Answer the question: “What technique is this text based on? Prove your opinion.

II. Title the text and retell it concisely.

Do you like books about animals? Which one would you recommend reading? Tell us about her.

Text3

The region of Russia is Vladivostok. A city scattered across the hills...

There are no straight streets here - they are crumpled by valleys in all conceivable and inconceivable directions: up, down, crooked, and at random. The prospect here is a purely conditional concept; it clearly contains more of what is desired than what actually exists.

Of course, the terrain makes life difficult. But no matter how much you disfigure the city with standard boxes, uniformity does not work. Rebellious fractures of the city skyline explode the dull one-dimensionality of the new neighborhoods. The hills and sea surrounding the city on all sides resist and defeat the facelessness of modern architecture.

Old cities are not alike. They, unlike the current twins in the south, in the north, in the steppe, in the mountains, have their own face, their own way. This is probably why you won’t confuse native St. Petersburg residents with Muscovites, Odessa residents with Nizhny Novgorod residents, Tula residents with “Pskopskie”, Pomors with Chaldons, and all together with the Far Easterners, whose spirit bearers are the old-timers of Vladivostok.

Ask an old-timer where the city begins and what does he even call Vladivostok? You can be sure of the answer - he will tell you the old city. The modern quarters of St. Petersburg, Moscow and other cities and villages of Mother Russia are interchangeable, like nuts on a conveyor belt, and therefore they have taken root everywhere. Without taking root anywhere at the same time. They will never have the character of a city, because that is how they are designed - faceless. Well, how can a person develop a feeling of homeland here? Whether it's big or small, it doesn't matter...

(216 words) ( According to B. Dyachenko)
Tasks:

I. Title the text and retell it in detail. Answer the question: “Do you agree with the author of the text that the feeling of the Motherland cannot arise in faceless cities?” Justify your opinion.

II. Title the text and retell it concisely. Tell us about your city (village).
Keys to tests

№ test	Option	A1	A2	A3	A4	A5	IN 1
1	1	2	4	1	2	-	unity, permeates
	2	3	4	2	4	-	Igorev, no
2	1	3	1	4	2	-	forehead
	2	4	2	3	2	-	pupil (eye)
3	1	4	3	3	1	-	addition
	2	1	2	4	1	-	suffixal
4	1	2	2	1	3	-	comparative adjectives
	2	2	1	3	4	-	in vain, looking
5	1	1	3	2	4	4	reasoning
	2	3	2	1	3	1	chain

№ test	Option	A1	A2	A3	A4	A5	A6	IN 1	AT 2	AT 3	AT 4
6	1	4	1	3	2			compound nominal	short participle	vain earthly	Deeply moral, truly human
	2	4	3	2	2	1	3	pretext	high literary	deep and sharp	moved forward

We lived not far from the river, and every spring the hollow water came right up to our house, and sometimes entered the yard. Ice drift could be seen right from the windows, but who sits at home when there is such a holiday on the river? The entire shore was black with people. With hissing and crackling, the ice rushed past in a solid dirty white stream, and if you look at it without looking away, it begins to seem that the bank has moved and, together with the people, is rapidly rushing past the stopped river.

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

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

The sun warmed up, and the shore began to change its skin: the silt became covered with cracks, burst into pieces, dried out, and pure white sand was revealed underneath. Young burdock leaves were emerging from the sand, green and shiny on top, and gray and papery from underneath. This is not the coltsfoot known in the Moscow region; I saw the burdocks of my childhood here only near Kashira, on the Oka sands, and with what spiritual trepidation I inhaled their bitter, unique smell in the world.

The shore came to life. The bare twigs of the willow tree were covered with greenery. Near the water itself, goose grass was in a hurry to spread its red threads in all directions and quickly cover the sand with a carpet of cut-out leaves and yellow flowers.

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

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

The shore was lushly overgrown with a dense jungle of tall nameless grass with a fragile stem, cabbage-colored leaves and a sparse smell; lovely bushes of the “tree of God” with lacy, dill-like leaves and wormwood spirit; creeping bindweed with pale pink bells that smell of vanilla. The puddles by the river were inhabited by all kinds of living creatures: tadpoles, snails, water beetles.

Along the garden hedges, on which red boogers with two black dots-eyes on their backs poured out in herds, grew juicy green mallow, dead nettles, henbane, which we were afraid to touch, a grass with an indecent name and sweet black berries, quinoa and burdock. On the street in front of the house, a thick carpet of grass grew - fortunately no one was driving past.

Summer foggy days are good. You can't shoot on days like this. The bird, flying out from under your feet, immediately disappears into the whitish darkness of the motionless fog. It's incredibly quiet all around. Everything has woken up and, despite this, everything is silent. The tree doesn't move. Through the thin steam diffused in the air, a long strip blackens in front of you. The forest gradually turns into a high pile of wormwood. There is fog everywhere. There was silence for some time. But then the wind moves slightly, and a patch of pale blue sky appears vaguely through the thinning steam. A golden-yellow ray will suddenly burst in, stream out in a long stream, and again everything will become clouded. This struggle continues for a long time, but how magnificent and clear the day later becomes when the light triumphs. The last waves of warmed fog spread out like tablecloths, twist and disappear into the blue shining heights.

(According to I. Turgenev(132 words)

Exercise

1. Parse the second sentence.
2. Underline the derived prepositions.