Amazing lakes of Russia. Free steppes, steep mountains, waters of deep seas and lakes - everything is you Free steppes, steep mountains

Powerfully and majestically the sounds of choral singing rush along the waves of the ether. The heart-grabbing words are clearly audible:

“The steppes are free, the mountains are steep,
The waters of deep seas and lakes -
You have included everything, dear Russia,
Into your vast, endless space!”...

What is this? Our - Russian - radio station that says “there”?

“You gathered and united forever
Seven fraternal tribes and peoples,
In menacing harsh battles it established
Strength and Glory and your Truth”...

No, this is Soviet radio.

Anger boils in the soul: How dare they talk about Russia - they, who turned the Russian Land into a continuous concentration camp, - they, who burned the terrible, shameful letters on the forehead of Holy Russia with a hot iron: USSR?

“Your vigilant guards your borders
Russian great mighty people,
Your sun will never be eclipsed,
Your glory will never die!

What is inexplicable - at first glance - and mysterious becomes, however, both explainable and unraveled if you carefully read the “patriotic” poem of the Soviet court bard M. Isakovsky - “The Tale of Russia”:

"And all the peoples of the world,
What came with us in the fight,
With a grateful bow
They will bow to you;
Worship with all your heart
For all your deeds,
For your immortal feat,
For everything you suffered;
For what life and truth
Managed to defend
Soviet Russia,
Our dear mother!”...

In one small word, “Soviet,” lies the whole solution. This is it - that “devil’s hoof” in which the communist rulers see salvation - both for themselves and for world communism. For that Russia, which Lenin, Trotsky, and Stalin “didn’t give a damn about” / “Let all 170 million take a break, if only the world socialist revolution wins!” / - this Russia is alive. No, she is not buried under the ruins of her ancient temples, monasteries and monasteries. She is not killed by the “diamat” of godlessness and inhumanity. She was not corrupted spiritually—they could not be corrupted—by three and a half decades of communist “education” and Marxist “study.”

Russia is alive, whose culture in terms of brightness and versatility, in terms of external and internal richness, hardly knew anything equal to itself in this world. Spiritually, “a genuine Russian folk element is rushing out,” as one sensitive observer, a foreigner who recently escaped from Soviet captivity, testifies. And the “dialectics” from Marxism-Communism are trying to fetter this powerful element, to direct the stormy stream of national revival into the “Soviet” channel, rightly fearing that otherwise they themselves will be swept away by this stream.

Oh, the Kremlin strategists of the cold - “psychological war” perfectly take into account what their salvation is. They know that their task is to direct the full power of the awakened national element to repel an external threat - a threat to the very existence of Russia. Their task is to show the Russian people that the free world is encroaching on this existence, and not on communism: they are even ready to “coexist” with it.

All this is common knowledge. One circumstance is often forgotten, although it is decisive; The communist dictatorship is forced, in the name of its own salvation, to rely on national historical Russia. But this is a death sentence for the Marxist-communist idea and the system in general, if... yes, if the free world draws the only correct conclusion, i.e. in his defense against the communist danger he himself will rely on Russia and its peoples.

Here, the Russian diaspora can and must have their say—the word of a foreign Russia. And this is not just a loud phrase devoid of internal content. For Russia abroad is organically connected with Russia under the jugular. But at the same time, the responsibility of the Russian emigration to their native country and native people is enormous. There's more here than

anywhere, the covenant of the great Suvorov applies: “Be faithful to the fatherland until your dying day.”

Faith in Russia and loyalty to it - this is our firm and unshakable position. They are the basis of the struggle against communism. And if the same Suvorov wrote: “Although courage, vigor and courage are needed everywhere and in all cases, they are only in vain if they do not flow from art, which increases from trials,” then let us remember: this historical moment is a difficult moment of trials for us. And woe to us if we fail to pass these tests!

“Peoples of the mountains and steppes” - Red color is a symbol of joy and spring. A yurt is created from sheep wool. How is it decorated? Steppe. From the outside, the yurt looks like a dome. Mountains. What features of the home of the steppe inhabitants did you learn about? Saklya. Answer the questions: The door of the yurt is always brightly and expressively decorated. Inside the yurt, the floor and walls are covered with warm, colorful carpets.

“Stone Steppe” - Balka Talovaya. Phenological observations. Fisher's poultry farmer. Goniolimon Tatarian. Method of agrosteppes according to Dzybov. Brandushka is Russian. Let's rock the paniculata. Husson's poultry farmer. Purple mullein. Participants in the “Save the Steppe” project. Iris is low. The slopes of the Talovaya gully were subjected to intensive grazing. Clematis wholeleaf.

“Rivers and Lakes of Russia” - The problem of protection and use of lakes. Harsh climate. Relief. NW Russian Plain (up to 20-30%) - Vasyuganye on the W-N Plain (up to 70%) - Amur Basin (10-12%). The groundwater. Types of glaciers. Questions on the topic “Inland waters of Russia.” Political. Lakes of Russia. -Peculiarities of placement in the northern and southern mountains -dependence on the severity and humidity of the climate.

“Lakes of the World” - A lake in the crater of a volcano. Fishermen on Lake Kivu. Lake Onega. Lake Lago Argentino. Lake in the mountains of Australia. Lake Tanganika. Frozen lake. Lake Titicaca. Lake Taimyr. Lake Alexandrina. Lakes of the world. Lake Eyre. Lake Tahoe. Lake Michigan. Mountain Lake. Ladoga lake. Lake Baikal. Lake Superior.

“Lakes and rivers” - Definition of a lake basin. Types of lake basins: Geography lesson 6th grade. Self-test. 7. The place where the river begins: a) channel b) source c) tributary. Evaluation criteria. The depressions in which lakes are located are called lake basins. Lesson objectives. Finish the sentence... No errors “5” 1 – 3 errors “4” 4 – 5 errors “3” more than 5 errors “2”.

“Types of lakes” - Proval (karst). Michigan. The largest lakes in South America. Lake Endovishche (Temnikov town). Glacial lake in the Caucasus. Lake Imerka. Drainless. Oxbow lakes (floodplain). Lakes. Water in the lake. Salted more than 35 ‰. Caspian Sea-lake. Inerka. Tectonic in faults. Great American Lakes. On an underground lake.

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DICTIONS IN RUSSIAN LANGUAGE

5 CLASS

TOPIC: GENERALIZING WORDS WITH HOMOGENEOUS TERMS

Explanatory dictation

Find and underline homogeneous parts of the sentence and a generalizing word. Explain punctuation marks, construct sentence diagrams.

Flower City

In one fairy-tale city there lived short people. It was very beautiful in their city. Flowers grew around every house: daisies, daisies, dandelions. There, even the streets were named after flowers: Kolokolchikov Street, Daisies Alley, Vasilkov Boulevard. And the city itself was called the Flower City.

Summer was coming to an end, and the most beautiful flowers bloomed on the streets: white chrysanthemums, red dahlias, colorful asters. Fire nasturtiums climbed through the gardens, along the walls of houses and even bloomed on the roofs. The breeze carried the delicate scent of mignonette and chamomile.

There was a forest across the river. The short ones made boats from birch bark, swam across the river and went into the forest to buy berries, mushrooms, and nuts.

(According to N. Nosov)

Test dictation

1. Winter was felt in everything: in the short days, the smell of snow and the early-lit lanterns.

2. Free steppes, steep mountains, waters of deep seas and lakes - you, dear Russia, have contained everything in your vast space.

3. Everything in a person should be beautiful: face, clothes, soul, and thoughts. (A. Chekhov)

4. All this: the night, the distance, the stars, and the fogs - seemed to me full of unprecedented charm.

Circle the general words. Make an outline of any proposal.

1. Snow lay everywhere: on the slopes of the mountain, on the branches of trees.

2. Nothing moved: not a single grass below, not a single leaf on the top branch of a tree.

3. The scientific town has everything: libraries and cinemas, institutes and schools, a swimming pool and a gym, kindergartens and nurseries.

4. The eyes of a dragonfly sparkle in the sun, reflecting the whole world, the green forest, the yellow road and the endless sky.

Circle the general words. Make an outline of the 1st sentence.

1. Physics, chemistry, biology, geology, medicine - all these sciences were represented in scientific institutes.

2. In the forests, on the mountains, by the seas and rivers - everywhere we will find brothers.

3. Neither the harsh climate, nor dense forests, nor swamps - nothing frightened the young naturalists.

Control dictations

Become a wizard

From early spring to late autumn, the forest gives its riches to man. And in winter he himself needs help. And why not become a wizard and help him?

Who doesn't love skiing in a winter, snow-covered forest! The ski track, like the thread of a magic ball, will help reveal some forest secrets and show who needs help.

The recent thaw has bent a young birch tree down to the ground. More than one skier, apparently, ducked in front of this unexpected arch, slipped through and rushed on. But he would have lightly touched the thin stem and freed the beauty from the heavy snow captivity.

The ski track jumped out into a forest clearing and rushed towards the fir tree that grew in the middle of it. Those who decided to become a wizard have already been here. Bunches of rowan berries, small pieces of lard, and several small simple feeders are hung on the tree.

(According to T. Gorovaya)

The forest is awakening

Spring came. The forest was filled with bird calls and hubbub. The bright, gentle sun warmed the frozen earth.

It's already dry on the hill. The snow melted here a few days ago, and the sun had time to dry last year's grass. Its rays revived the top layer of the earth and awakened the weak shoots of plants.

All sorts of boogers and bugs were running and crawling in all directions. A white butterfly fluttered in the air, trying to find the first flowers and resinous buds.

In the very heat of the hillock, the golden eye of the coltsfoot looked lonely. Clearings diverged in all directions from me, which stood out as light stripes in the dark wall of trees.

(According to N. Minkh)

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Song about Russia
Music by V. Zakharov. Words by M. Isakovsky and A. Surkov

Free steppes, steep mountains,
Waters of deep seas and lakes—
You have included everything, dear Russia,
Into your vast, endless space.

You gathered and united forever
Family of fraternal tribes and peoples.
In menacing harsh battles it established
Strength, and glory, and your truth.

Warmed by Lenin's word and heart,
Strong friendship and brotherhood of peoples,
The red star, the star of the Soviets,
You have illuminated, Russia, centuries.

March of Youth
Music by N. Kutuzov. Words by Yu. Polukhin

Young hearts are pure,
We are the bread and salt of the earth.
We should build blast furnaces and bridges,
Machine tools and ships.
Without us, everything around will fade:
And the sky and the water,—
Without our eyes, without our hands,
Without our work.

Merry to light the light for us,
Go into the depths of the ores.
There is no more reliable alloy in the world,
Than youth and work.

And everything that is in the world, friend,
And what is the country proud of?
For our eyes, for our hands,
For our work.

And every moment, and every hour,
At any time,
Friends, hopes for us
Favorite country.
So let everything around shine,
Forests and cities
From our eyes, from our hands,
From our work.

Love for Russia
Music by A. Averkin. Words by V. Bokov
(text in the collection)

Oh, winter-winter
Music by V. Levashov. Words by V. Semernin

Oh, winter, oh, winter,
Isn't there a lot of snow?
I'm carrying a basket of pancakes
For a dear friend!
Whitewashes me half-witted
Winter beauty
And I laugh and rejoice,
Happy myself.
Myself, myself, happy myself.

I’ll sit down in a sleigh with my friend—
Give up your place.
Hey, dun horse, find it yourself
The road to the steppe!
The blizzard is singing, circling,
A swarm of snowflakes flies.
The road runs like a ribbon.
Hold on, my dear!
Hold on, hold on, hold on, my dear!

It's cold and windy,
Powder with snow,
And I'm sure of everything
When alone with a friend.
Behind the ringing of the bell
And you can't hear laughter.
Kiss me when you want to kiss me.
Me, me, kiss me.

Oh, winter, oh, winter,
White and white all around.
We're bringing a basket of pancakes
With a nice friend.
On a white shawl
Snowflakes are barely visible.
We call everyone - please
Come visit us for pancakes.
We invite you, invite you to visit us for pancakes!

You are good, our Motherland
Music by E. Kuznetsov. Words by I. Dremov

You are good, our Motherland,
Nice, pretty.
For your freedom, Motherland,
I have stood up to fight more than once.

Chorus: You're all in the gardens,
You're covered in bread
You are all in the oak forests of nightingales,
My love, my destiny,
My land, Russia!

Every dawn, every willow
You live in my destiny.
I'm walking through your fields
With a bright thought about you.
Chorus.

All your dreams, desires
I carry it to you in my soul.
I will never tire of praising
Your space, your beauty.
Chorus.

Young grain growers
Music by V. Grigorenko. Words by V. Semernin

Now the snowdrifts will melt in the ravines,
The earth will warm up with caress,
Friends-growers will come out singing
To our endless fields.

Golden skillful hands
They will lead you into the open space of a tractor,
Young friends and girlfriends
That we graduated from school yesterday.

Their native land raised them,
From the cradle, like a mother, I took care of you,
And they, as the soul prompted,
They dedicate their affairs to her.

Test your character at work,
Sing a song over the expanse of fields!
The earth initiates grain growers
Young and good friends.

Summer is leaving
Music by A. Novikov. Words by P. Chernyaev

The blue evening floats over the river,
The grove is noisy with its outfits,
And a ripe bunch of rowan
For some reason he knocks on the window.

Chorus: Summer is leaving, summer is leaving.
I haven't heard the nightingale for a long time.
But I know it’s missing somewhere,
Walks around unfinished
My maiden song!

I'll follow a familiar path,
I'll stand in the yellow rain.
Silver webs
They are woven into my braid.
Chorus.

Flocks of cranes are flying,
I wave my scarf after them.
The golden time has come,
But there is no desired friend.
Chorus.

Let the sunsets fade in the mountain ash
Under the singing of autumn winds.
It’s too early for me to be sad -
It's still a long way from snow!
Chorus.

Tell me simple words
Music by Yu. Zatsarny. Words by S. Krasikov
(text in the collection)

Oryol region
Music by A. Krepkikh. Words by D. Blynsky

Oryol region - open spaces of the field,
Forever dear side,
As the daughter of the great mother Russia,
She lives with her in one breath.

The wind rustles in the birches, foaming the water,
At the blue beauty Oka,
On the banks of which Turgenev lived,
Leskov and Tyutchev are our fellow countrymen.

My land, beloved land of Oryol,
Land of victories and labor honor,
With factories and Russian birch trees,
With lovers and a song over the river.

Birch
Music by E. Derbenko. Words by V. Dronnikov

In vain, white birch,
You are looking for your peace in the field.
He is where the vines climb low,
Where the bank hangs over the river.

There next to the sad willow tree,
If only you were festively bright,
If only you were the happiest
Which I have never been before.

And in the dark field thunderstorms whistle
And in the field you are visible to the wind.
Why are you, white birch,
One rose in the middle of the field?

Oh you sleigh!
Music by A. Krepkikh. Words by S. Yesenin

Oh you sleigh! And the horses, the horses!
Apparently the devil brought you to earth.
In the rollicking steppe acceleration
The bell laughs until she bursts into tears.

Sing, coachman, in defiance of this night,—
If you want, I'll sing along for you myself
About the sly maiden eyes,
About my cheerful youth.

Eh, you used to twist your hat,
May you put the horse in the shafts,
Let you lie down on an armful of hay,—
Just remember what my name was.

And where did the posture come from!
And in the silence of midnight
Talkative Talyanka
She persuaded more than one.

But still the soul has not cooled down,
Snow and frost are so pleasant to me,
Because above everything that was,
The bell laughs until she bursts into tears.

Desperate side
Music by L. Afanasyev-Bryansky. Words by D. Blynsky

Now the road, now the path is narrow,
Now a stream, now a river without a bottom, -
Oh you, Russian, our Russian,
Our desperate side.

Awarded with holy bonds
And she told us: “Good morning!”
And not in blocks, not in alliances,
And she connected us with our hearts.

In this lush variety—
Some are from Baikal, and some are from Oka—
We live in the middle of Eurasia,
Restless Russians.

We will gather, celebrating the meeting,
Well, at least for half an hour:
The speeches are different, the songs are different,
Very different voices.

But we are still alike,
How are we similar? Ask:
Not random, not passers-by,
And the owners are in Rus'.

Now the road, now the path is narrow,
Now a stream, now a river without a bottom,—
Oh you, Russian, our Russian,
Our desperate side.

There is a path over the hill
Russian folk song. Arranged by N. Kutuzov

There is a path over the hill,
A light maiden is running along the path.

Chorus: Oh, lali, lali, lali,
Oh, lali, lali, lali.

A light maiden runs along the path,
A kind fellow hurries to meet her.
Chorus.

And the young man has a pine hut,
Gates made of pure crystal.
Chorus.

Gates made of pure crystal,
The collar is silver.
Chorus.

Oh you girl, you girl-soul,
Will you, young, marry me?
Chorus.

Oh, well done, you have a smart head,
How I love, love all your words.
Chorus.

How I love, love all your words,
I will marry you, I will marry you, young.
Chorus.

How I love all the words, yes,
I'll marry you!

Oh, you wide steppe
(text in the collection)

I'll go outside
Russian folk song. Arranged by A. Krepkikh. Accordion part by A. Belousov
(text in the collection)

You, Egor, are curly
Russian folk song. Arranged by A. Krepkikh

You, Egor, are curly,
Oh, you, Egor, curly,
You, Egor, are curly,
Don't stand over me.

Don't stand over me
Oh don't shake your head
Don't shake your head
I can't be behind you.

I can't be behind you
Oh, I can't follow you

And I have to be and visit
Behind white-ruddy.
And I have to be and visit,
Oh, for the white-ruddy one,
Behind the white-ruddy,
For Ivan curly.

Behind the white-ruddy,
Oh, for Ivan curly,
For Ivan curly,
For Sergeich.

Snow fell on the dawn
Russian folk song. Arranged by L. Afanasyev-Bryansky

Snow fell on the dawn,
Snow fell on the dawn.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.
Vanya drove in a hurry,
He fell off his horse.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.

The girl saw
She quickly ran up.
Oh, viburnum, oh raspberry.
I quickly ran up,
She supported me by the hand.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.

She mounted a horse on a corvid,
She saw me off into an open field.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.
I saw you off into an open field,
She ordered everything.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.

“You will go to an open field,”
Don't get carried away."
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.
"On the good ones on the pretty ones
Don't look."
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.

Exercise 1.Place punctuation marks, draw diagrams of homogeneous members.

Steppes, free mountains, steep waters of deep seas and lakes, all of which you have included in your native Russia in its vast expanse. He was the only one initiated into my plan and contributed to the best of his ability. Genkin's hut is built of boards and branches and leaves, between three trees, at a height of one and a half to two fathoms. He knows everything here from end to end, both the land and the smallest bridges. Rooks, queens, bishops suddenly immediately jumped up and fell under the table. Having settled in the nest, the starling begins to carry there all kinds of construction nonsense, moss, cotton wool, feathers, fluff, rags, straw, dry blades of grass.

Task 2.Correct errors in constructing sentences with homogeneous members.

In the summer, students from our class not only visited Novgorod and Pskov, but also Mikhailovsky. I really love fishing and do it not only in summer, but also in winter. In winter, on weekends I usually read, but I also choose time to go to the skating rink. For correct writing, the importance of the wording of the rule is not so much important as the ability to apply it.

Task 3.Place the word you are defining in a frame, and underline the common definition with a wavy line. Use an arrow to indicate the connection between the word being defined and the definition. Pose a question. Explain punctuation marks.

Sample: It was spring. And the hot smell floated not yet blossomed

acacias and damp dust. which ones?

He was still standing in place, and she was already leaving into an alley overgrown with dense greenery. The place, entwined with vineyards, looked like a covered cozy gazebo, dark and cool. The forest-covered shores were tormenting with their monotony. The roots of fallen trees, uprooted from the layers of earth, stood like pyramids. A muddy spring stream with slimy boulders protruding from it roared and blocked the road. The sun was already setting, and two windows on the western side cast reddish reflections on the walls, whitewashed with lime. The train rushed on, driven by Alyosha's impatience. There was a guard at two willow trees, which reminded me of the fortress on Fanagoriyka.

Task 4.Use punctuation marks when copying.

Peers for years, close relatives, they almost never separated. The guardian of the fishermen and their friend, the unchanging beacon burns continuously at its post. The renegade of violent pleasures, Onegin locked himself at home, yawning, and took up his pen. I read that aloe is used as a medicine. Lyutikov, as a deputy of the city council, was well known to all residents of the city. Primitive people imagined the sun as a huge fire or a giant hot stone. Bazunov is famous in the city as an expert on antiquities.

Task 5.Rewrite the sentences using punctuation marks; insert the missing letters.

Hello Chatsky brother! Make noise, stir up the bad weather: He was your singer about the sea. Oh, love, you are the lever with which Archimedes wanted to lift the globe! Hey beard, how do you get to Plyushkin without passing the manor’s house? Curly, here you are, brother, for fifty years I’ve been looking at the Volga every day and I can’t take it all in. I can’t. Wasn’t it just for her that you came here from the city, little bird? Oh, motherland, I’m not sad about myself... I’m sorry for you, dear. Brother brother what are you saying..! O brave falcon, you bled to death in battle with your enemies... Field Russia Quite dragging its plow across the fields. Glory to the hammer and the land of youth. No, my brother, things won’t work out that way between us!

Task 6.Rewrite using punctuation marks. Underline the coordinating conjunctions, indicate their category and function in the sentence.

The garden was quiet and warm. There was a smell of mignonette, tobacco and heliotrope, which had not yet had time to bloom in the flower beds. The gaps between the bushes and tree trunks were full of thin, gentle fog soaked through with moonlight, and what remained in Ognev’s memory for a long time were wisps of fog, similar to ghosts, quietly but noticeably to the eye, walking one after another across the alleys. The moon stood high above the garden and below it, transparent foggy spots rushed somewhere to the east. The whole world seemed to consist only of black silhouettes and wandering white shadows, and Ognev, observing the fog on a moonlit August evening, almost for the first time in his life thought that he was seeing not nature, but scenery.

Task 7.Perform syntactic analysis of sentences, make their diagrams. Place punctuation marks.

1. Clouds swirl in the abysses of the green radiant deserts of the sunrise and shadows run down from the naked mountains the color of roses and honey. 2. On a pockmarked and motley stream, a leaf flies after a leaf and a chill runs in like a dry and sharp stream. 3. The forest was quiet and smelled damp. 4. By evening, a familiar church appeared on the horizon and the barns turned white.

Task 8.Place punctuation marks when copying, explain their placement, correlating them with the meanings of the parts in the BSC and SPP.

Such friends in the world are not afraid of anything: one is responsible for all and all for one. So, it means that what they say is true: a soldier is always a soldier. He will look and give you a ruble. I'll throw a candle into the stove for a candle, I'll run for a book. You will part the wet bush and you will be showered with the accumulated warm smell of the night. I was modest and was accused of deceit. I told the truth, they didn’t believe me. This news made me very happy; it gave me the right to print these notes, and I took the opportunity to put my name on someone else’s work. The pale gray sky became lighter, colder, bluer, the stars blinked with blue light and then disappeared. Ears of corn silently hit you in the face, cornflowers cling to your legs, quails scream all around, the horse runs at a lazy trot. The moon was not in the sky; it rose late at that time. I know in your heart there is both pride and downright honor. The Falcon flies high and huddles close to the ground. Praise is tempting, how could you not wish for it? They plow the arable land without waving their hands.