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Dictation

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Lake Taimyr stretches from west to east as a long shining strip. In the north, rock blocks rise, and behind them black ridges loom. Spring waters bring traces of human presence from the upper reaches: torn nets, floats, broken oars and other simple fishing equipment.

Along the swampy shores, the tundra is bare, only here and there specks of snow turn white and glisten in the sun. The ice-bound permafrost still holds your feet tightly, and the ice at the mouths of rivers and small rivers will remain for a long time, and the lake will clear in ten days. And then the sandy shore, flooded with light, will turn into the mysterious glow of sleepy water, and then into the solemn silhouettes and bizarre outlines of the opposite shore.

On a clear, windy day, inhaling the smells of the awakened earth, we wander through the thawed patches of the tundra. Every now and then a partridge runs out from under our feet, crouching to the ground. It will break loose and immediately, as if shot, a tiny little sandpiper will fall to the ground, which, trying to lead the uninvited visitor away from the nest, also begins to tumble at its very feet. And even further, near the water, an ermine, holding a silver fish in its teeth, gallops towards the piled up boulders.

Along the slowly melting glaciers, plants will soon begin to come to life and bloom, and in August, among the polar birch trees creeping on the hills, the first mushrooms, berries will appear - in a word, all the gifts of the short northern summer.

Dictation

Medium difficulty level

In the Meshchersky region there are no special beauties and riches, except for forests, meadows and clear air. And yet, this land of untrodden paths and unafraid animals and birds has great attractive power. It is as modest as Levitan’s paintings, but in it, as in these paintings, lies all the charm and all the diversity of Russian nature, imperceptible at first. What can you see in the Meshchersky region? Blooming, never-mown meadows, creeping fogs, pine forests, forest lakes, tall haystacks smelling of dry and warm hay. The hay in them remains warm throughout the winter. I had to spend the night in haystacks in October, digging a deep hole in the hay. When you climb into it, you immediately warm up and sleep all night, as if in a heated room. And over the meadows the wind drives lead clouds, and frost already covers the grass at dawn.

In the Meshchersky region you can see, or rather, hear such solemn silence that the bell of a lost cow can be heard from afar, resounding almost kilometers away on windless days. On windy days you can hear the forests rustling with the ocean roar. The tops of giant pines bend after the passing clouds, the wind sways the thick ferns in waves.

When you get used to Meshchera, everything in it becomes familiar: the cries of quails, the knocking of woodpeckers, and the rustle of rain in the red needles, and the cry of a willow over a sleeping river.

Dictation

First difficulty level

I woke up early in the morning. The room was flooded yellow light as if from a kerosene lamp. The light came from the window and illuminated most brightly log ceiling. The strange light - dim and motionless - was not at all like the sun. It was the autumn leaves shining.

During the windy night, the garden shed its dry leaves. It lay in multi-colored piles on the ground and spread a dim glow. Autumn mixed all the pure colors and applied them, as if on a canvas, to the distant spaces of earth and sky.

I saw dry leaves, gold and purple, bluish and gray, almost silver. The colors seemed to soften due to the autumn haze that hung motionless in the air. And when it rained continuously, the softness of the colors gave way to brilliance. The sky, completely covered with clouds, still gave enough light that the wet forests, lighting up in the distance, looked like majestic fires.

It began to get dark, either low clouds or the smoke of a giant fire were blowing in from the east, and I returned home. In the garden you had to walk on the leaves, like on a real carpet. I found them in the house: on the floor, on the made bed, on the stove - everywhere. They were thoroughly saturated with their spicy aroma.

"KORZHIKINA'S VENTURE"

All day long, steady and tireless it's raining. Roofs, pipes, and pavements varnished with water shine. Passers-by, with their noses buried in their collars, splash in the water with last year's galoshes. The cabs drag along sadly, rattling and groaning like old women.

A bunch of guys are standing at the gate of the house. There are five of them. Gavchik, Korzhik, Watermelon, Heron and Little Engine - a little toddler, so named for his habit of always sniffling and puffing.

The guys look longingly at the dirty, wet street, as if covered in a gray veil of rain. Boring. The little engine sniffles and picks its nose with concentration.

It’s already autumn,” Gavchik grumbles.

And we haven’t seen summer,” adds Korzhik.

And why is it raining? - the Engine asks indifferently, continuing his excavations. The heron yawns widely and for a long time, stretches.

It’s boring... Yesterday I was at the theater... It’s fun... he suddenly says, then adds: But today there’s nowhere to go.

The guys are silent. They stand gloomy and angry. The rain is pouring, puddles are bubbling, water is squelching in the leaky galoshes of passers-by. And suddenly Korzhik cheerfully shouts:

Ur-r-ah! - Watermelon picks up. He really doesn’t know anything yet, he just wants to scream.

The guys are wary, and even the Little Engine leaves his nose alone for a while and looks expectantly at Korzhik.

“We’ll set up a theater,” says Korzhik and sees how the guys, disappointed, turn away.

Fool! - says Gavchik.

No, not a fool. Let's argue, let's arrange it! Gavchik is afraid to argue, snorts, and asks incredulously.

Where can this be arranged?

In the former dining room, that’s where,” says Korzhik.

The room is empty. We'll ask the building manager, he'll probably allow it.

A fool, of course,” says Watermelon. - After all, there is nothing there.

Do you need a stage?

Let's do it.

Of what?

Yeah! And I know what it’s from! - Korzhik smiles triumphantly. - We’ll make it out of brick, that’s what. There are a lot of bricks in a broken house. Let's stretch and fold.

Watermelon gives up, rolls his eyes dreamily and says.

That would be nice! There would be a performance! The guys, each in their own way, think about Korzhik’s idea and already find that it’s not difficult to make a theater.

But will the building manager allow it? Then the Engine speaks importantly.

Why won't this be resolved?

Of course,” Korzhik supports, “let’s go to the manager!”

The house manager was found on the stairs. He had just argued with the landlady who had put out a trash can. Seeing the guys, the building manager frowned. - What are you doing here?

Korzhik stepped forward.

We are coming to you, Semyon Semyonich!

We want to set up a theater...

You? Theater? - The house manager was very surprised.

The house manager gave a long whistle, then touched Korzhik’s forehead and asked.

You are healthy?

Healthy, Semyon Semyonich.

And your head doesn't hurt?

Well well! You have to believe. Where will the theater be, stage, decorations, huh?.. - he asked, showing obvious curiosity.

Then Korzhik began talking about the empty room, about the guys who were bored. When he spoke about the stage and the bricks, the building manager suddenly became interested.

Will you make a stage out of bricks? - he asked. - By yourself?

We'll do it ourselves.

And will you carry the bricks?

Let's train! - the guys answered unanimously. Semyon Semyonitch scratched the back of his head for a long time, so long that the Engine became seriously alarmed and rose on tiptoe to see if there was anything on his head. Finally the house manager spoke.

So be it! Get out, occupy the premises, but make sure there is a brick stage. Do you hear?

He even shook his finger.

Brick is a must.

Korzhik rolled head over heels down the stairs, followed by everyone else. They held a long meeting outside, then went home to get to work in the morning.

Once upon a time there was a large four-story house in the backyard. Then it began to hunch over, cracked, and then the workers came. They toppled the house so that it would not collapse and crush anyone. Piles of bricks remained in the place where the building stood.

But then one morning a large group of boys approached the bricks. In their hands they had buckets, bags, baskets. They stood for some time, as if trying to figure out where to start, then the whole gang eagerly rushed towards the bricks.

Buckets rattled, bricks crunched, flying from place to place. The whole yard was filled with dust.

The bricks were put into buckets and baskets and carried away. Some were carried directly in their arms to where the theater was supposed to be. One party selected solid bricks, another carried them, and the third, under the leadership of Korzhik, built a stage in the room.

However, it took more work than expected. For three days dust was thrown around the yard, for three days the roosters were crowing worriedly in the yard, and only on the fourth day was it possible to finish the scene.

In the large empty hall there was a massive brick stage. The guys, satisfied with the result of the work, stood and admired the stage. The manager came and had a look. He smiled for a long time, then said.

Well done guys! It’s amazing how much brick they hauled.

That same evening a council was held. The question of what to put was discussed. When Korzhik, as chairman, invited those wishing to speak, people began to shout around. The first to speak was the son of a cigarette merchant - nicknamed Mosselprom - and declared that it was necessary to stage a revolutionary drama, like in a club. Watermelon interrupted him:

No need! Let's put on the Little Humpbacked Horse!

Eugene Onegin!

Taras Bulba! - the guys shouted vying with each other. The dispute was long and heated. Everyone was already hoarse, but they achieved nothing. When suddenly the little engine, who had been silent all the time, dreamily said:

- "Goddess of the Jungle."

That’s right,” Watermelon and others picked up.

Let's put on the Goddess Djungilev.

"Jungle Goddess", a great adventure film, was recently shown in a nearby cinema. Stunning scenes with tigers and villains did not disappear from the children's memory. When it became clear that the majority was in favor of “Jungle Goddess,” we moved on to discussing the production. It turned out that it was very easy to install.

Korzhik undertook to draw up a plan and Mosselprom to make a poster about the opening of the theater.

A small hitch occurred during the distribution of roles with the role of the goddess herself. There were no girls, but the role was the most feminine. Someone suggested entrusting this role to the wife of the house manager, the fat Lukerya Martynovna, but this proposal was rejected and they decided that Watermelon in a skirt would play.

The next day, in the morning, a poster, brightly painted by Mosselprom, was already hanging at the gate of the house.

ATTENTION...

An extra-residency performance will take place soon.

There will be a cinematograph in the faces

"GODDESS OF JUNGIL." After the end of the divertissement...

The whole gang gathered at the poster, admiring the work of Mosselprom. At that moment, Watermelon appeared from the backyard. He was pale. Running up to the guys, he shouted:

Guys! Hurry to the canteen!

Sensing something bad, they rushed to the theater. The crowd burst into the hall and froze, shocked by the terrible spectacle.

Four stove workers, whistling merrily, were putting together two stoves and a partition. They took bricks from the stage and worked, apparently for a long time, since only one memory remained of the beautiful quadrangular brick stage. There was also a house manager. The guys watched in despair as the stove makers dealt with the stage. The house manager didn’t seem to notice the boys.

Semyon Semenych,” Korzhik shouted. - They're destroying the stage!

Then the house manager turned around.

They don't break, they make, and they make stoves.

What about the theater? The theater is ours! Now the house manager is angry.

What theater?! - he shouted. - You see that the room is being renovated. Get out!

It was raining. The street was ruffled, damp and cold. Car horns grunted gloomily, trams clanked. The cab drivers, throwing mud at passers-by, waving their whips, shouted angrily:

Hey, watch out!

And at the gate of the house there was a group of children. They were sad, like a street in the rain.

The building manager is a crook! - someone sighed occasionally and again everyone was silent.

He is a crook. He's building stoves on our backs!

Suddenly appeared at the gate a tall man in a beaver coat. The guys recognized him as the chairman of the house's board, Comrade Zhuchkov.

Zhuchkov, apparently, was in a good mood and whistled something cheerfully under his breath. He stood, looked around, then looked at the guys and asked:

Why are you sour, huh?

You’ll turn sour,” muttered Watermelon. - You'll turn sour if the house manager is a swindler.

Rogue? - asked Zhuchkov in surprise, - and what did he do to you?

The theater also took away the bricks,” the Engine wheezed.

The guys suddenly started talking at once, cursing the cunning house manager to the hilt. And Zhuchkov smiled, and when the guys finished, he laughed loudly.

“Oh, poor guys,” he said, patting Watermelon on the shoulder. Sorry for offending you! But it’s our fault. We decided to renovate the former dining room and create a red corner there. So forgive us, and then I think that we’d better do it, and all you have to do is stage the play.

Right! Fine! - the guys shouted.

Will you make a scene?

Necessarily! And we'll buy a curtain!

That's it,” said Watermelon seriously. Don't forget the curtain, but we'll take care of the play.

Grigory Belykh - KORZHIKINA'S VENTURE, read the text

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Which answer option contains the information necessary to substantiate the answer to the question: “Why didn’t Tolya want his mother to accompany him to school?”

1) I was walking on the street autumn rain, and Tolya was afraid that his mother would catch a cold and get sick.

2) Tolya really liked to run to school in the rain, but his mother forbade him to do this.

3) Tolya didn’t want his mother to find out that he was sitting at the same desk with the girl.

4) Tolya did not want his mother to take care of him like a little one.

Where are you running, dear path,

Where do you call, where do you lead...

Whom I was waiting for, who I loved,

You can't turn it back, you can't return it...

(According to Yu.T. Gribov) *

Answer:

Indicate in what sense the word “you-in-dit” is used in the text (preposition 6).

(According to Yu. Sergeev) *

(6) Closing his eyes, throwing his simple-haired white head back a little, he could sing all day long, helping the song with smooth waves of his hand.

In which answer option is personification used as a means of expressive speech?

1) Tolya didn’t like autumn. (2) He didn’t like him because the leaves were falling and “the sun shone less often,” and most of all because it often rained in the fall and his mother wouldn’t let him go outside.

2) And she, noticing that Tolya turned around, hid around the corner of an old two-story house.

3) But then a morning came when all the windows were in winding water paths, and the rain was hammering and hammering something into the roof...

4) She stood holding a folded umbrella in her hands, not paying attention to the rain that was dripping from her raincoat, and slowly ran her eyes along the school windows: mom probably wanted to guess in which class her Tolya was sitting.

(1) It was October, a herd was walking in the meadows, and smoke was wafting from the potato fields. (2) I walked slowly, looking at the copses, at the village behind the ravine, and suddenly I clearly imagined the living Nekrasov. (3) After all, he hunted in these places, wandered around with a gun. (4) Maybe he stopped by these old hollow birch trees, resting on a hillock, talking with the village children, thinking, composing lines of his poems. (5) Maybe it’s because Nekrasov is still alive and seen on these roads, because while he was here, he created many poetic works and sang the beauty of the Upper Volga nature.

(6) Nature itself is eternal and almost unchangeable. (7) A hundred years will pass, people will invent new machines, visit Mars, and the forests will be the same, and the wind will scatter golden birch leaves in handfuls. (8) And just as now, nature will awaken impulses of creativity in man. (9) And man will suffer, hate and love in the same way...

(10) We once sailed down the Vetluga on an old wooden barge. (11) The timber industry workers, about ten of them, were playing cards, talking lazily and smoking. (12) And two cooks and a woman from the region were sitting at the stern and eating apples. (13) At first the river was narrow, the banks were dull, with willow and alder, with snags on the white sand. (14) But then the barge rounded the sandbank and came out into a wide open space. (15) The deep and quiet water shone lacqueredly, as if oil had been poured into the river, and in this black mirror looked from the cliff thoughtful spruce trees, thin birch trees, touched with yellowness. (16) The workers put down their cards, and the women stopped eating. (17) There was silence for several minutes. (18) Only the boat fired its muffler and foam boiled behind the stern.

(19) Soon we reached the very middle of the river, and when a farm with a road running into a field appeared around the bend, the woman bowed her head to the side and sang quietly:

Where are you running, dear path,

Where do you call, where do you lead...

(20) The cooks also began to look at the road and, while the woman paused, as if forgetting something, they repeated the first words of the song, and then they all finished together fine and in agreement:

Whom I was waiting for, who I loved,

You can't turn it back, you can't return it...

(21) They were silent for some time, without taking their serious faces off the shore, and, sighing, straightening their handkerchiefs, they continued to sing, looking at each other and as if feeling a kinship of souls.

(22) And the men, knitting their eyebrows and pursing their lips, also stared at the farm, and some of them involuntarily pulled up, not knowing the words or embarrassed to sing out loud. (23) And for a whole hour they all sang this song together, repeating the same lines several times, and the barge rolled down the Vetluga, along the wild forest river. (24) I looked at them, inspired, and thought that they were all different, and now suddenly they seemed to become the same, something made them get closer, forget, feel eternal beauty. (25) I also thought that beauty, apparently, lives in the heart of every person and it is very important to be able to awaken it, not to let it die without waking up.

(According to Yu.T. Gribov) *

* Gribov Yuri Tarasovich – modern writer, member of the editorial board of the “Living Memory” book series, author of the books “Fortieth Forest”, “ Rye bread", "Turn of Summer" and others.

Answer:

Point out the mistaken judgment.

(1) The smell of coffee was not just a smell for Andrey. (2) He was an unforgettable memory, a memory of the past, of childhood,

about happiness, about that real happiness that can only be experienced when you are very young. (3)Smell ground coffee always brings him back to these memories...

(4) To be honest, they didn’t have coffee at home. (5) As far as Andrei remembered, neither his mother nor his father drank. (6) Didn’t you love? (7) Or did they simply refuse for reasons of economy, thinking it was expensive? (8) Now I can’t even wrap my head around how they lived then, but they lived somehow... (9) And you probably can’t explain to today’s children that in his childhood, not only was there no cocoa- cola or forfeits - they didn’t know such words. (10) They bought lemonade and juice for little Andryushka only occasionally, and at home they drank mostly tea.

(11) But grandmother, mother’s mother, she could not live without coffee, and grandmother’s sacred coffee ritual When the spirit of coffee entered her apartment, Andryusha was fascinated.

(12) Granny’s neighbor Nina, a saleswoman in the vegetable department at the grocery store on the corner, provided the scarce product. (13) She brought thick brown ones to grandma paper bags with coffee beans.

(14) Neither grandmother nor Nina have been in the world for a long time, but the memories remain, and how vivid and almost tangible! (15) About how grandma, so at home and cozy, in a green checkered apron sewn with her own hands, opens a crispy bag in the kitchen and pours hard beans into a manual coffee grinder. (16) Little Andrey is right there. (17) He also wants to twist the tight plastic handle, which is very thin and therefore uncomfortable. (18) But I wish even more that my grandmother would allow me to take one grain. (19) Andrei always really liked the taste of chewed coffee beans: it resembled chocolate and at the same time seemed somehow different, even better than chocolate.

(20) And of course – the smell! (21) Most often, little Andrei, when he stayed with his grandmother, woke up from him, and he still remembers that joyful feeling on the border between sleep and reality, when it is so difficult to open your eyes and you still don’t understand why it feels so good soul... (22) And only then, having finally opened your eyelids, you realize that it is grandma in the kitchen preparing coffee, and there is a whole long, serene day ahead, happy and carefree...

(23) I wonder why these simple, but so dear to the heart pictures still remain so firmly in his memory? (24) Maybe because he really had a good time with his grandmother? (25) The home was associated in the child’s mind with gray everyday life, with the hated early getting up first for kindergarten, then for school, with tedious daily duties and eternal homework, with constant parental quarrels, with mother’s screams and tears. (26) At his grandmother’s, where he was often taken for weekends, everything was not like that. (27) It was quiet and calm here, no one scolded Andryushka or shouted at him. (28) Grandma fed him what he liked, slipped him the best pieces, allowed him to walk until late in the evening, and when she put him to bed, she always told him something. (29) And he loved listening to her stories.

(According to O. Yu. Roy) *

* Roy Oleg Yurievich (born in 1965) is a modern Russian writer.

Identify a word with an alternating vowel in the root.

(According to V. Pikul) *

* Pikul Valentin Savvich (1928–1990) - Soviet writer, author of numerous works of fiction.

From sentences 18-22, write down a word in which the spelling of the prefix is determined by its meaning - “incompleteness of action.”

- (2) Get up quickly! (3) You’ll sleep through all the beauty, sleepyhead. (4) We’ll be late for the grouse current!

(5) I woke up from my slumber with difficulty, quickly washed my face, drank a mug of milk, and when I was ready, we set off.

(6) They walked on the loose snow at random, every now and then falling into potholes. (7) There was no direct path, we had to make a detour - to go around the lowland. (8) And then I remembered that we forgot the gun...

“(9) It’s not a problem,” my father reassured me. - That’s not what we’re going for...

(10) I lowered my head: what to do in the forest without a gun?! (11) We passed the railway track and hurried across a field along a narrow path to a still sleepy forest, blue in the distance.

(12) The April air smelled alarmingly and freshly of thawed earth. (13) Willows froze in silver fluff by the road. (14) Suddenly the father stopped, held his breath... (15) In the distance, in a birch forest, someone timidly and uncertainly muttered.

- (16) Did someone wake up? - I asked.

“(17) Black grouse,” answered the father.

(18) I looked closely for a long time and noticed large black birds on the trees. (19) We went down into the ravine and came closer to them.

(20) The black grouse slowly pecked at the buds on the birch trees and walked importantly along the branches. (21) And one bird sat on the top of a birch tree, puffed up its neck, threw up its red-browed head, spread its tail like a fan and muttered louder and louder: “Chuff-fuh-h, boo-boo-boo.” (22) Other birds echoed her in turn, in spacing.

“(23) you know,” said the father, “this is the best song.” (24) Listen to her, and the whole month will be a holiday in your soul!

- (25) Which one?

- (26) Spring... (27) The end of the winter kingdom...

(28) Father inhaled full breasts air, took off his hat.

- (29) Soon the scythes will be dancing and playing in the swamps. (ZO) Music - forest drops. (31) And what words!

(32)Here he put his hands on his hips, groaned... and sang in a low voice:

- (ZZ) I’ll buy a robe, sell a fur coat...

(34) More than thirty years have passed since then, but to this day I remember a cold April night, a long path to the forest, a silver birch forest, dark silhouettes of birds and a song...

(According to A. Barkov) *

* Barkov Alexander Sergeevich (1873-1953) - famous physical geographer, Doctor of Geographical Sciences. He is the creator of textbooks and manuals for teaching geography at school.

(1) On Sunday, my father woke me up when it was still completely dark.

Answer:

In which word is the spelling of the suffix an exception to the rule?

1) priceless

2) focused

4) wooden

(According to B. Vasiliev) *

Answer:

Replacing the one-time word “tip-ly” from sentence 21 with a neutral si-no-ni-m . Na-pi-shi-te this si-no-nim.

- (6) Why does she howl?

- (29) On business? (30) I’m listening.

(33) The man became sad.

- (46) Hold it.

(According to V. Zheleznikov) *

(2) Because of this collection, Valerka Snegirev went to visit his classmate.

Answer:

Replacing the word “Gle-bov’s power” (pre-lo-zhe-nie 11), built on the basis co-gla-so-va-niya, si-no-mic-word-in-with-what-ta-ni-em with connection management. Let's write a word.

Answer:

Write down the grammatical basis of sentence 14.

(1) Yura Khlopotov had the largest and most interesting collection of stamps in the class. (2) Because of this collection, Valerka Snegirev went to visit his classmate.

(3) When Yura began to pull out huge and for some reason dusty albums from the massive desk, a drawn-out and plaintive howl was heard right above the boys’ heads...

– (4) Don’t pay attention! - Yurka waved his hand, moving his albums with concentration. - (5) The neighbor has a dog!

- (6) Why does she howl?

– (7) How do I know. (8) She howls every day. (9) Up to five hours. (10) It stops at five. (11) My dad says: if you don’t know how to look after, don’t get dogs...

(12) Looking at his watch and waving his hand to Yura, Valerka hastily wrapped his scarf in the hallway and put on his coat. (13) Running out into the street, I took a breath and found windows on the façade of Yurka’s house. (14) Three windows on the ninth floor above the Khlopotovs’ apartment were uncomfortably dark.

(15) Valerka, leaning his shoulder against the cold concrete of the lamppost, decided to wait as long as necessary. (16) And then the outermost window lit up dimly: they turned on the light, apparently in the hallway...

(17) The door opened immediately, but Valerka didn’t even have time to see who was standing on the threshold, because a small brown ball suddenly jumped out from somewhere and, squealing joyfully, threw itself at Valerka’s feet.

(18) Valerka felt the wet touch of a warm dog’s tongue on his face: a very tiny dog, but he jumped so high! (19) He stretched out his arms, picked up the dog, and she buried herself in his neck, breathing frequently and devotedly.

- (20) Miracles! - a thick voice rang out, immediately filling the entire space of the staircase. (21) The voice belonged to a frail, short man.

- (22) Are you coming to me? (23) It’s a strange thing, you know... (24) Yanka is not particularly kind to strangers. (25) And how about you! (26) Come in.

- (27) Just a minute, on business.

(28) The man immediately became serious.

- (29) On business? (30) I’m listening.

– (31) Your dog... Yana... (32) Howls all day long.

(33) The man became sad.

– (34) So... (35) It’s interfering, that is. (36) Did your parents send you?

- (37) I just wanted to know why she howls. (38) She feels bad, right?

- (39) You're right, she feels bad. (40) Yanka is used to walking during the day, and I’m at work. (41) My wife will come, and everything will be all right. (42) But you can’t explain it to a dog!

- (43) I come from school at two o’clock... (44) I could walk with her after school!

(45) The owner of the apartment looked strangely at the uninvited guest, then suddenly went up to the dusty shelf, extended his hand and took out the key.

- (46) Hold it.

(47) The time has come to be surprised by Valerka.

- (48) Do you trust any stranger with the key to your apartment?

“(49) Oh, excuse me, please,” the man extended his hand. - (50) Let's get acquainted! (51) Molchanov Valery Alekseevich, engineer.

“(52) Snegirev Valery, student of the 6th “B,” the boy answered with dignity.

– (53) Very nice! (54) Is everything all right now?

(55) The dog Yana did not want to go down to the floor, and then she ran after Valerka all the way to the door.

- (56) Dogs don’t make mistakes, they don’t make mistakes... - engineer Molchanov muttered under his breath.

(According to V. Zheleznikov) *

* Zheleznikov Vladimir Karpovich (born in 1925) is a modern children's writer and film playwright. His works, dedicated to the problems of growing up, have become classics of Russian children's literature and have been translated into many languages of the world.

Answer:

Among offers 33-37, find an offer with a separate application. Write the number of this offer.

Answer:

In the sentences given below from the pro-chi-tan-no-go text, the pro-well-me-ro-va-ns are all for fifths. You write the numbers that indicate the commas when you enter the word.

But this loud voice also passed by, (1) vi-di-mo, (2) past the consciousness of Anna Fe-do-tov-ny. She was waiting for the creak of the drawer to be moved, (3) she was all focused on this creak and, (4) when finally he relaxed, (5) sighed with relief:

Go, (6) children. I'm very tired.

“(1) Grandma, this is for you,” Tanya said, entering the apartment, accompanied by two girls and one serious boy. (2) Blind Anna Fedotovna stood on the threshold of the kitchen, not seeing, but knowing for sure that the children were shyly huddling at the threshold.

“(3) Go into the room and tell us what business you came for,” she said.

- (4) Your granddaughter Tanya said that the Nazis killed your son and that he wrote letters to you. (5) And we took the initiative: “There are no unknown heroes.” (6) And she also said that you were blinded by grief.

(7) The boy blurted out everything in one breath and fell silent.

(8) Anna Fedotovna clarified:

- (9) The son managed to write only one letter. (10) And the second was written after his death by his comrade.

(11) She extended her hand, took the folder from its usual place and opened it. (12) The children joked for a while, and the big girl said with undisguised disbelief:

- (13) This is all unreal!

“(14) That’s right, these are copies, because I value real letters very much,” Anna Fedotovna explained, although she didn’t really like the tone. - (15)Open the top drawer of the chest of drawers. (16) Take out the wooden box and give it to me.

(17) When they placed the box in her arms, she opened it and carefully took out the priceless leaves. (18) The children looked at the documents for a long time, whispered, and then the boy hesitantly said:

- (19) You must give these documents to us. (20) Please.

- (21) These letters concern my son, why should I give them to you? - she was almost cheerfully surprised.

- (22) Because at our school they are creating a museum for the day of the great Victory.

- (23) I will be happy to give copies of these letters to your museum.

- (24) Why do we need your copies? - the older girl suddenly inserted herself into the conversation with defiant aggression, and Anna Fedotovna marveled at how officially inhuman a child’s voice could become. - (25) The museum will not take copies.

- (26) He won’t take it, and you don’t take it. - (27) Anna Fedotovna really didn’t like this tone, defiant, full of claims that were incomprehensible to her. - (28) And please return all the documents to me.

(29) They silently gave her the letters and funeral. (30) Anna Fedotovna felt each piece of paper, made sure that they were genuine, carefully put them in a box and said:

- (31) Boy, put the box in its place. (32) And close the drawer tightly so that I can hear.

(33) But she heard poorly now, because the previous conversation greatly disturbed her, surprised and offended her.

“(34) You’re an unfortunate coward,” the big girl suddenly said clearly, with incredible contempt. - (35) Just make a noise with us.

“(36) It’s still impossible,” the boy whispered hotly and incomprehensibly.

- (37) Better shut up! - the girl interrupted him. - (38) Otherwise we’ll arrange something for you that will make you cry.

(39) But even this loud voice apparently flew past Anna Fedotovna’s consciousness. (40) She was waiting for the creaking of the drawer being closed, she was all focused on this creaking, and when it finally came, she breathed a sigh of relief:

- (41) Go, children. (42) I'm very tired.

(43) The delegation silently left.

(44) Bitterness and not very clear resentment soon left Anna Fedotovna...

(45) In the evening, the granddaughter, as usual, read her son’s letter to her, but Anna Fedotovna suddenly said:

- (46) He didn’t want something, but they threatened and frightened him. (47) Tanya! (48) Look in the box!

“(49) No,” Tanya said quietly. - (50) The funeral is in place, photographs, but no letters.

(51) Anna Fedotovna closed her blind eyes and listened intently, but her soul was silent, and her son’s voice no longer sounded in her. (52) He faded away, died, died a second time, and now he is lost forever. (53) Taking advantage of her blindness, the letters were not taken out of the box - they were taken out of her soul, and now not only she, but also her soul has become blind and deaf...

(According to B. Vasiliev) *

* Vasiliev Boris Lvovich (1924) - Russian writer. The theme of war and the fate of the generation for which war became the main event in life became central to his work and was reflected in many works, such as “And the dawns here are quiet...”, “Not on the lists,” “Tomorrow there was war " and etc.

Answer:

Indicate the number of grammatical bases in sentence 29. Write the answer in numbers.

(1) A model of an atom with a silvery nucleus and electrons fixed in wire orbits stood on a rickety shelf, supported by Zinochka Kryuchkova, a very small and very proud girl with a sharp face. (2) Around in the background glass cabinets, diagrams and tables of the physics room were in full swing.

- (3) Well, no one will help you hammer in a nail? - Galya Vishnyakova, the most beautiful girl schools. (4) She and Zinochka could not cope with the shelf. - (5) Boys, I’ve already broken off all my fingers.

(6) Lyosha would hammer this nail very cleverly. (7) Not a great feat, but still it would have been somehow easier: universal recognition could have saved him from the bitter feeling of loneliness. (8) But as soon as he approached the girls, Gali again developed a desire for independence. (9) She was clearly expecting something different. (10) And she waited. (11) The hammer was intercepted by a slender giant in training pants - Vakhtang.

(12) Zinochka felt sorry for Lyosha.

- (13) Let this guy kill him, - to console Lyosha, Zinochka nodded dismissively at Vakhtang, - he is taller.

(14) Lyosha sadly watched as Vakhtang, having made several “warm-up” movements, hit the nail with a hammer and jumped, blowing on his bruised fingers. (15) Forgetting about Lyosha, the girls laughed benevolently: Vakhtang was forgiven everything.

(16) Lyosha walked away from them with a contemptuous gesture: “This shelf of yours is up to my waist.” (17) But the gesture did not help: the bitter feeling did not go away.

(18) And suddenly, in a ray of light falling from the window, Lyosha saw a new girl. (19) From an inconspicuous girl, she has now turned into the most noticeable. (20) Wearing glasses, chocolate brown from a southern tan, the girl smiled at him so much that he even looked around.

(21) But no one else for whom this smile could have been intended was nearby.

- (22) Is your name Lesha? – the girl asked, and Lyosha realized that she had been watching him for a long time.

(23) Lyosha did not answer right away, because in such cases, as is known, the invisible conductor gives a sign to the invisible violins, and it is not easy for an unfamiliar person to join the sounding orchestra.

“(24) I remember,” Lyosha said carefully and, it seems, did not spoil anything.

- (25) Because I’m just reading about Clero, and his name was Alexis.

“(26) And you are Zhenya Karetnikova, from Krasnodar,” answered Lyosha, fearing that the conversation might get stuck on the unknown Alexis.

“(27) I remember,” said Zhenya.

(28) Gradually, Lyosha realized that the orchestra was not playing such a difficult melody, that some liberties were possible in it, and that he, Lyosha, was also quite up to the level.

- (29) Why do you always look out the window during lessons? – Zhenya asked and went up to Lesha’s window. - (30) What did you see there?

(31) Lyosha stood next to Zhenya.

(32) From the window they could see the large open pavilion “Fruits and Vegetables”, located on the other side of the street. (33) Nearby, a glass telephone booth reflected the dazzling blue of the autumn sky.

– (34) Do you have to listen to what the teachers say in class? – Lyosha asked with irony, which he had never been able to demonstrate in front of any girl.

- (35) If you haven’t come up with something new instead of: “I taught, but forgot.”

(36) Lyosha laughed.

“(37) These words must be carved in marble,” he said.

“(38) You can... at my table... (39) I’m also sitting alone,” Zhenya suggested.

(According to M. Lvovsky) *

*Mikhail Grigorievich Lvovsky (1919–1994) - Russian Soviet songwriter, playwright, screenwriter.

Answer:

In the sentences below from the text read, all commas are numbered. Write down the number(s) indicating the comma(s) between parts of a complex sentence connected by a coordinating connection.

Grandfather knew many stories and fairy tales, (1) but all the tales began and ended with a daring or sad song. It seemed that (2) with his eyes closed, (3) he imagined himself young, (4) decorously sitting at the table of a crowded Cossack wedding, (5) or he was flying on a horse to attack. Then he jumped up and showed (6) how the Austrians were chopped down.

Checkers out! - the old man commanded, (7) he shook his oak crutch with his knobby, earthy fingers and in one fell swoop cut off the panicles of the fatty quinoa.

(1) An old, old grandfather lived in the village. (2) Everyone has long forgotten his last name and first name, they just called him Grinichka...

(3) Grinichka’s grandfather loved to sing songs. (4) He used to sit on a pile, clutch his polished crutch with his hands, and begin to sing. (5) He sang well, in a young voice, not at all creaky, like his fellow villagers, and sang old Cossack songs. (6) Closing his eyes, throwing his simple-haired white head back a little, he could sing all day long, helping the song with smooth waves of his hand.

(7) The kids always gathered around him, lay down on the grass, propped up their unlucky heads with their fists and, with their mouths open, listened to him like a fairy tale. (8) Songs flowed about the daring Cossacks, about the damned enemies, about the Don Father. (9) Grinichka knew a lot of songs and rarely repeated the same ones. (10) They say that my grandfather was a dashing Cossack grunt in his youth, was awarded “George” for his daring, and was the lead singer in a Cossack hundred from the village.

(11) He sang drawn out, with anguish and some kind of inhuman sadness. (12) Adults often came to listen to him: they would sit around his grandfather, and Grinichka, not noticing anyone, as if talking to himself, sang and sang...

(13) Almost all of his fellow soldiers died, those who remained groaned and were sick, and he, to the surprise of everyone, got along with his old age. (14) Many believed that it was songs that kept the spirit cheerful, thin body- straight, and his eyes - sharp and young.

(15) Grinichka lived alone in a dilapidated, thatched hut. (16) He received a pension for his sons killed in the war, and occasionally his daughter, who lived on the other side of the village, came to clean up and do laundry. (17) She, they say, took the old man to live with her several times, but time passed, and he again returned to his heap.

(18) Grandfather knew many stories and fairy tales, but he began and ended all tales with a daring or sad song. (19) It seemed that, closing his eyes, he imagined himself young, decorously sitting at the table of a wild Cossack wedding, or he was flying on horseback to attack. (20) Then he jumped up and showed how the Austrians were cut down.

- (21) Checkers out! - the old man commanded, shaking his oak crutch with his knobby, earthy fingers and cutting off the panicles of the fatty quinoa in one fell swoop. (22) Then he sat down, sat silently for a long time, fingering something with his blue lips, looking for the right pebble, as if on a rosary, and as if by itself, at first quietly, then more and more powerfully and distinctly, slowly and spaciously, like the steppe itself, from his lips a song flowed from him, sad, bitter, like wormwood, about a Cossack woman who did not see her husband back from the war, and her orphan children, a turtle dove that was killed in vain, about a dying coachman and his order, or something else that made his heart wracked with sadness, a hot feeling welled up a tear. (23) The kids sniffle and wipe their big, still stupid little eyes with their grimy palms...

(27) A burning and piercing look from under gray and shaggy eyebrows! (28) And God forbid if he was looking for a hidden wormhole in someone! (29) They went to him as if to confession, they went for unspoken advice: how to live? (30) What are you worth? (31) What can you leave behind?

(32) When Grinichka sang, the soul warmed, and the dope of a hectic day went away, and everyone became kinder and purer.

(According to Yu. Sergeev) *

* Sergeev Yuri Vasilievich (born in 1948) is a modern Russian writer. The main topic creativity is the theme of the Motherland.

Answer:

Find among sentences 1-7 complex sentences with non-union communication between parts. Write the numbers of these sentences.

(1) The sun's rays, easily piercing the white curtains, fan out across the room.

(2) What does this long-awaited Sunday day promise me? (3) Maybe I’ll help my mother get ready for the dacha. (4) At the dacha, two steps from the glassed-in veranda, there is a comfortable, deep hammock, which I so want to climb into as quickly as possible, that I dream about it at night - in the form of a fairy-tale boat floating over a pine forest. (5) And at the dacha there is an angry copper samovar. (6) He feeds on cones and is very unhappy when there are few of them.

(7) Or maybe today we’ll go for a walk across the Tuchkov Bridge, to the Petrogradskaya side. (8) Let's wander into the Zoo. (9) This will be great! (10) Neighbor Irochka told me that recently they have been riding not only ponies, but also camels.

(11) Or maybe we’ll go to a big park on the islands. (12) In the park, dad takes a boat and lets me row a little. (13) But these are dreams. (14) In the meantime, I’m still lying in my bed.

(15) The door creaked. (16) I dive headlong under the blanket. (17) Let dad think that I’ve disappeared somewhere. (18) I often hide from him like this, but he gets very scared and in a dramatic voice calls out to a non-existent audience:

- (19) A child is missing! (20) What a misfortune! (21) Where did he go with me? (22) We urgently need to call the police! (23) Have you by any chance seen, dear citizens, a nasty girl here who always disappears? (24) Lenka, Lenka, where are you?

(25) Then I jump out and yell:

– (26) Don’t need the police! (27) I was found!

- (28) Oh, you were found, - says dad, - here I am now!

(29) And we begin a merry fuss, running around the room and throwing pillows until mother decisively stops this noise, which may disturb the neighbors.

(30) I lie hidden and giggle under the blanket, but no one is looking for me. (31) I make a small crack and look around the room with one eye. (32) What's the matter? (33) Mom is standing next to the stool with my things. (34) She bends down, takes the dress, fingers it with her hands, and she looks somewhere to the side, at one point, and her face is tense and so sad that I feel uneasy.

(35) I free myself from under the blanket - my mother doesn’t seem to see me.

- (36) Mommy, you see, I’m already up...

- (37) Yes, yes...

(38) Mom is still missing, she is not with me.

(39) I quietly touch my mother’s hand, and suddenly she, usually so restrained, tightly, so tightly, it hurts, hugs me, presses me to her, as if she is afraid that I might be taken away from her, taken away, taken away.

(40) Dad comes. (41) He is also somewhat unusual, sad.

“(42) Lena,” he says slowly, “the war began today.” (43) Stay home alone. (44) Mom and I need to leave.

Among sentences 12-16, find a complex sentence with sequential subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.

(1) Stalingrad was mercilessly bombed day and night.

(2) One day Voronin called Chuyanov.

- (3) Trouble! - he said. – (4) In the morning one bastard turned out of the clouds

and dumped a half-ton land mine right... right at the plant, where, you know, how many people had gathered.

(5) The dead were buried, the wounded were taken to hospitals, but a girl remained in the dead plant building - Nina Petrunina. (6) Alive! (7) But there is no strength to pull her out. (8) Her legs were crushed by the wall, and the wall was barely holding on. (9) It seems that if you breathe a little on it, it will collapse at once. (10) Seventeen years. (11) I want to live. (12) Beautiful... the girl is too beautiful!

- (13) We need to save! - Chuyanov shouted. – (14) By all means. (15) I'll come myself. (16) Now.

(17) People were already accustomed to death then, and it would seem that they would have another one? (18) But the city erupted, Nina’s name became known to everyone, and there were no indifferent people. (19) Everywhere you went you heard:

- (20) How is our Nina? (21) Will they save me... woe!

(22) Doesn’t it happen that the fate of one person, hitherto unknown to anyone, suddenly becomes the focus of universal compassion, and many people anxiously follow the fate of others, which worries them and in which the fate of many is sometimes expressed.

(23) Chuyanov has arrived. (24) Voronin shouted to him from afar:

– (25) Don’t come close! (26) The wall is about to collapse...

(27) Nina Petrunina lay calmly, and until the end of his life Chuyanov did not forget her beautiful face, the fan of her golden hair, and the girl’s legs, already crushed, rested under the huge and multi-ton mass of the dilapidated factory wall, which was barely holding on. (28) Nina’s mother was also sitting here.

(29) Chuyanov only touched her shoulder with his fingers and said:

- (30) They’ll come now... they’ll give me an injection so that I don’t suffer.

(31) They fed Nina, gave her painkilling injections all the time, and from time to time she asked:

- (32) When, well, when will you save me?..

(33) Volunteers appeared - soldiers from the garrison.

“(34) Guys,” Chuyanov told them, “whatever you want, but we need to get the girl out.” (35) I won’t promise you any orders, but you will have lunch in the regional committee canteen... (36) Help me out!

(37) It would be better for me not to say what the eyewitnesses said: “The deadly work continued for six days. (38) The fighters carefully knocked brick by brick out of the wall and immediately put supports in place of each knocked brick.” (39) Brick by brick - injection by injection. (40) Finally, Nina was pulled out from under the destroyed wall.

(41) Probably, the long-standing and natural property Russian people - to empathize and sympathize with the grief of others; This is a wonderful quality of the Russian people, now almost lost and squandered in their mass egoism. (42) Then this quality was still alive, and it warmed people’s souls more than once... (43) Think: after all, these volunteer soldiers from the Stalingrad garrison understood that, saving Nina, every second they could be buried with her under a landslide walls!

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