We walked along a narrow path along it. Working materials We walked along a narrow path back

busy with his own business and had long since moved away from the smoking area, Andrei, without knowing it himself,
why, I felt some kind of stuffiness in my heart. 6) The road then went away
into a ravine, then wound along the slope of the mountain, and at the edge of the earth lay new fires -
rumpy piles of clouds. 7) Either the door will creak, or it will quietly open...
litka, the hunched figure trudges away from the house through the vegetable gardens. 8) B
the garden was quiet, only the bird sometimes tossed and turned and fell asleep in the lipo-
in the branches, and groaned tenderly and sadly tree frogs, yes ple-
the fish was rocking in the pond. 9) I wanted to ask him about the dog,
Yes, he was obviously not in a good mood.
№ 397. 1) In the city garden there was an orchestra playing and a choir singing next door
songwriters 2) At this time the bell was heard and she stood up. 3) Pe-
Chorin didn’t take his [Bela’s] eyes off her, and she often looked at him from under her brows.
I looked at it. 4) In the beginning of April the starlings were already making noise and flying
yellow butterflies in the garden. 5) Suddenly on the lower floor, under the balcony,
The violin began to play and two gentle female voices sang. 6) Stuffy
it became in the hut, and I went out into the air to freshen up. 7) Night already lodge-
climbed the mountains and the fog began to wander through the gorges. 8) On right demon-
lightning flashed intermittently and the roar of cannonade could be heard. 9) In to-
dry rays of the setting sun the stone buildings of the por-
of the new city, the coastal sands turn golden and, going into the endless
in the distance, the quiet plain of the sea is burning. 10) Into the wind the forests are noisy
ocean roar and the tops of the pine trees bend after the flying shells
varnishes 11) The sun was hiding behind the cold peaks and the whitish cloud
man began to disperse in the valleys, when there was a ringing on the street
road bell and cab driver's cry. 12) When from behind the clouds
the moon came out, everything around brightened and silver appeared on the sea
flock path.
№ 398. 1) I felt very tired, but I didn’t want to sleep
elk. 2) It rained for a long time, and the swamps became completely impassable.
3) The speaker finished reading the report, and the listeners asked him a lot
th questions. 4) The plan for the upcoming excursion was discussed in detail, and
The students set off.
№ 399. 1) He opened the door with a key, and they entered a dark room.
tion. 2) The whistle of a departing train was heard, and somewhere in the distance a young
Dezha strummed her guitars. 3) Either it was a shot, or I’m talking about
a hundred was heard. 4) Mom left on business, and I stayed at home. 5) I
I wanted to call her, but it was too late. 6) You will give us tickets,
or we'll all stay here.
№ 400. I. 1) Heading forward, we soon crossed the Singing Valley -
well in a northwest direction; suddenly it opened before us
ancient river terrace descending into another valley covered
other vegetation. 2) The air, slightly frosty, was so-
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completely transparent, and the sea, completely blue, embraced the foggy
mountain, and mountain reeds, in white lace from the frost, on blue everything
prettier and prettier. 3) Thunder rumbled and it rained, through the rain there was light
The sun was shining, and a wide rainbow spread from edge to edge. In it
time the bird cherry blossomed, and the wild currant bushes just above
turned green by water. 4) The dawn was flaring up outside the windows, and in its light stood
garden filled with flowers wet snow. 5) The rooks screamed for re-
birds began to sing and chirp in the branches and everywhere in the bushes and grass.
6) The snow is trampled, mixed with mud, and only in the gardens and fields,
bathed in the radiance of the cold autumn sun, it sparkles with snowy
whiteness. 7) Dawn was probably already breaking over the mountains, but here, in
deep gorge, the light was slightly refracted, and the darkness became
was milky.
II. 1) The shore was not visible from the bench, and that’s why the feeling
infinity and grandeur sea space increased even more
it happened. 2) There is not a cloud in the sky, and the stars are moving unusually brightly
and tremble in their bottomless heights. 3) Here and there a sail was white, and tea-
ki, smoothly flapping their wings, descending onto the water, barely touched it and
in circles they rose again, and above the gardens high and slowly
a kite swam. 4) It’s getting dark outside, and in the upper room they light a tallow
candle. 5) The air is stuffy and smells of herbs. 6) The weather is great, and,
unfortunately there is no rain. 7) It was warm, and the winter rye was smooth
I was worried about the midday breeze. 8) The grass is cheese and hard to give in
fire, and therefore the fiery snakes crawl slowly, then bursting into
parts, then going out, then flaring up again. 9) Bad weather continues
continues and, apparently, will not end soon, and I have to
hurry to leave for Crimea, where I will stay all autumn and, probably,
all winter. 10) It had already become quite warm, and the thunder was still rumbled far away,
but did not calm down for a moment.
№ 401. We went narrow path, along it crawled back and forth ma-
lazy red snakes, wriggling under our feet. Far away somewhere
thunder rumbled, its grumbling sounds getting closer and closer. Drops fell
rain. The grass rustled metallic. We had nowhere to hide.
It became dark, and the rustling of the grass sounded louder, more frightened. It thundered
thunder and the clouds trembled, engulfed in blue fire. Heavy rain
poured in streams, and one after another the thunderclaps began continuously
rumble in the desert steppe. Grass bent by the blows of wind and rain
Yes, she lay down on the ground. Everything was shaking and worried. Lightning, blinding
eyes, tore the clouds. In their blue light a mountain range rose in the distance,
sparkling with blue lights, silver and cold. Everything was thundering, shaking
it gave birth, repelled sounds and gave birth to them. The wondrous chaos captivated
built in a heroic manner, covering the soul with a formidable harmony.

We had nowhere to hide. It became dark, and the rustling of the grass sounded louder, more frightened. Thunder struck and the clouds trembled, engulfed in blue fire. Heavy rain poured down in streams, and one after another, thunderclaps began to rumble continuously in the desert steppe. The grass, bent by the blows of the wind and rain, lay on the ground. Everything was shaking and worried.

Lightning, blinding the eyes, tore the clouds... In their blue shine, a mountain range rose in the distance, sparkling with blue lights, silver and cold, and when the lightning went out, it disappeared, as if falling into a dark abyss. Everything rattled, shuddered, pushed away sounds and gave birth to them. It was as if the sky, cloudy and angry, was clearing itself with fire from dust and all abominations that had risen before it from the earth, and the earth seemed to tremble in fear of its anger.

Shakro grumbled like a frightened dog. But I had fun, I somehow rose above the ordinary, observing this mighty gloomy picture of the steppe thunderstorm. The wondrous chaos captivated and put one in a heroic mood, enveloping the soul with a formidable harmony...

And I wanted to take part in it, to express in some way the feeling of admiration that overwhelmed me for this power. The blue flame that engulfed the sky seemed to burn in my chest; and - how could I express my great excitement and my delight?

I sang – loudly, at the top of my lungs. Thunder roared, lightning flashed, grass rustled, and I sang and felt in complete kinship with all the sounds... I went crazy; this is excusable, because it did not harm anyone but me. Storm at sea and thunderstorm in the steppe! “I don’t know of more grandiose phenomena in nature.”

So, I shouted, firmly convinced that I would not bother anyone with such behavior and would not put anyone under the need to severely criticize my course of action. But suddenly my legs were pulled strongly, and I involuntarily sat down in a puddle...

Shakro looked into my face with serious and angry eyes.

- You are crazy? Ne gone? Nat? Well, shut up! Don't shout! I'll rip your throat out! Are you panning?

I was amazed and first asked him why I was bothering him...

- You're scaring me! Understood? Thunder rumbles - God speaks, and you are talking... What do you think?

I told him that I had the right to sing if I wanted, and so did he.

- Do not sing! – I agreed.

- And don’t sing! – Shakro strictly inspired.

- No, I’d rather be...

- Listen, what do you think? – Shakro spoke angrily. - Who are you?

Do you have a house? Do you have a mother? Father? Do you have any relatives? Earthly? Who on earth are you? You are a human, do you think? I'm the man! I have everything!.. - He tapped himself on the chest.

- I am a prince!.. And you... you - now! Why no! And Kutais, Tyflys knows mene!.. Are you panymaic?

You ne go protyv mene! Are you serving me? - You will be pleased! I will pay you ten times!

Are you doing this to me? You cannot do anything else; You yourself said that God ordered to serve everyone without reward! I'll reward you! Why are you torturing me? Are you teaching or scaring? Do you want me to be like you? This is not harasho! Eh, eh, eh!.. Fu, fu!..

He spoke, smacked his lips, snorted, sighed... I looked into his face, my mouth open in amazement. He, obviously, poured out in front of me all the indignation, resentment and dissatisfaction with me, accumulated throughout our journey. For greater persuasiveness, he poked his finger in my chest and shook me by the shoulder, and especially strong places climbed onto me with his whole body. Rain poured down on us, thunder rumbled continuously above us, and Shakro, in order to be heard by me, shouted at the top of his lungs.

The tragicomic nature of my situation stood out to me most clearly and made me laugh as hard as I could...

Shakro, spitting, turned away from me.

...The closer we came to Tiflis, the more concentrated and gloomy Shakro became. Something new appeared on his emaciated, but still motionless face.

Not far from Vladikavkaz, we went to a Circassian village and contracted to collect corn there.

After working for two days among the Circassians, who, hardly speaking Russian, constantly laughed at us and scolded us in their own way, we decided to leave the village, frightened by the growing hostility towards us among the villagers. Having walked about ten versts from the village, Shakro suddenly pulled out a bundle of Lezgin muslin from his bosom and triumphantly showed it to me, exclaiming:

– You don’t have to work harder! We sell - we buy everything! Enough until Tyflys!

Are you panning?

I was indignant to the point of fury; I tore out the muslin, threw it to the side and looked back. Circassians don't joke. Not long before this, we heard the following story from the Cossacks: one tramp, leaving the village where he worked, took with him an iron spoon. The Circassians caught up with him, searched him, found a spoon on him and, ripping open his stomach with a dagger, stuck the spoon deep into the wound, and then calmly left, leaving him in the steppe, where the Cossacks raised him half-dead. He told this to them and died on the road to the village. The Cossacks more than once sternly warned us against the Circassians, telling instructive stories in this spirit - I had no reason not to believe them.

I began to remind Shakro about this. He stood in front of me, listened, and suddenly, silently, baring his teeth and narrowing his eyes, he rushed at me like a cat. We beat each other thoroughly for about five minutes, and finally Shakro shouted to me with anger:

- It will be!..

Exhausted, we were silent for a long time, sitting opposite each other... Shakro looked pitifully at where I threw the stolen muslin and spoke:

-What were they fighting for? Fa, fa, fa!.. Very stupid. Did I steal from you? Why are you sorry? I feel sorry for Mine, he stole the Patama... You work, I can’t... What should Mine do? I wanted to help you...

I tried to explain to him that there was a theft...

- Please, ma-alchi! You’ve got hair like a tree...” he treated me with contempt and explained: “If you’re going to die, you’re going to steal?” Well! Is this life?

Afraid of irritating him again, I remained silent. This was already the second case of theft. Even earlier, when we were in the Black Sea region, he stole pocket scales from Greek fishermen.

Then we almost got into a fight too.

- Well, shall we go further? - he said when we both calmed down somewhat, reconciled and rested.

“In a day or two, we’ll come to Tyflys.” Tsk, tsk! – he smacked his tongue and blossomed all over. - When I come home, where have you been? Traveled! I’ll go to the bathhouse... yeah! I will eat a lot... oh, a lot! I’ll tell my mother – I really want to eat! I'll tell my father - simple mene! I have seen grief, I have seen life - different! Tramps are very ugly people! When I meet you, I’ll give you a ruble, go to the dukhan, and say, drink wine, I was a tramp myself! I’ll tell my father about Tebe... Here’s a man, Mine was like an older brother... He taught Mene. Beat mane, dog!.. Fed. Now, I’ll tell you, feed him for this. Feed for a year! Feed for a year - that's how much! Do you hear, Maksym?

I loved to listen when he spoke like that; At such moments he acquired something simple and childlike. Such speeches were interesting to me because I did not know a single person in Tiflis, and winter was approaching - a blizzard had already met us on Gudaur. I hoped a little for Shakro.

We walked quickly. Here is Mtskheta - the ancient capital of Iberia. Tomorrow we will arrive in Tiflis.

From a distance, about five miles away, I saw the capital of the Caucasus, squeezed between two mountains.

End of the road! I was happy about something, Shakro was indifferent. He looked forward with dull eyes and spat hungry saliva to the side, every now and then clutching his stomach with a painful grimace. It was he who carelessly ate raw carrots picked along the way.

– Do you think that I, a Georgian Divarian, will go to my city during the day, torn and dirty? Ne-et!.. We will fall in the evening. Stop!

We sat down near the wall of some empty building and, rolling up the last cigarette, shivering from the cold, smoked. A sharp and strong wind was blowing from the Georgian Military Road.

Shakro sat, humming a sad song through his teeth... I thought about the warm room and other advantages settled life before nomadic life.

- Let's go! – Shakro stood up with a determined face. It got dark. The city was lighting up.

Control dictations grade 5.

Subject: " Repetition of what has been learned in the elementary classes».

In the forest.

We are walking along a narrow path along the shore of a large lake. The sun rises over the nearby forest. Under bright rays The blue lake sparkles in the sun. Behind it lay a wide swamp. It's dangerous to walk here.

We are entering a green thicket. Tall pines stand in even rows. A rare ray of sun shines through the dense greenery. It's cool under the trees. Quietness and wilderness in the forest.

We stood at the edge of the forest and walked towards the village. A steep climb leads up the mountain. There is the end of our journey.

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There is a pond at the edge of a young forest. An underground spring flows out of it. It is in swamps and viscous bogs that the Volga is born. From here she goes on a long journey. Our poets and artists glorify the beauty of our native river in amazing tales, songs, and paintings.

The low bank is covered with a green carpet of meadows and shrubs. The meadow is full of flowers. Their sweet scent fills the soft air. You deeply inhale the aroma of meadows.

The escarpment on the banks of the Volga is very beautiful. Locals love to spend weekends here. They admire the surroundings, fish, and swim.

Topic: “Syntax. Punctuation".

The weather began to change. Low clouds were rushing and approaching from the distant horizon. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, flashed through the blue gap and disappeared. It got dark. A sharp wind blew. He rustled the reeds, threw dry leaves into the water and drove them down the river. “It will rain,” said Nina.

The wind blows from new strength, wrinkles the surface of the river, and then calms down. The reeds rustled, and circles from the first drops appeared on the water. The river became covered with bubbles as the torrential rain poured down in a continuous line. Valerka shouted loudly: “Let’s run, guys!”

But then the wind died down and the sun appeared. Rare drops of rain fell to the ground. They hung in the grass, and the sun was reflected in every drop.

Topic: “Phonetics and graphics.”

In the morning the boys and I went fishing. The sun has already shone distant forest and a river with low banks. From the meadows the wind carried the sweet smell of flowers and the buzzing of bees. They were in a hurry to collect the honey harvest.

On the shore, fishermen spread out their fishing rods and waited for a good catch. By lunchtime there was fish splashing in my bucket.

But then a huge purple cloud appeared on the horizon. She was quickly approaching from behind the forest. The leaves of the bushes stirred and whispered anxiously. There was a slight whiff of dampness. It was getting darker. The birds fell silent. Sharp gusts of wind charged the water in the river and blew away the leaves. Torrential rain poured down.

We ran home, but were soaked to the skin.

Topic: "Vocabulary".

Summer thunderstorm.

It's getting dark, the sky is frowning. Dark storm clouds are approaching. The old forest is quieting down and preparing for battle. A strong gust of wind breaks out from behind the treetops, swirls dust along the road and rushes forward.

The first large drops of rain hit the leaves, and soon a wall of water hit the ground. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled across the sky.

The summer thunderstorm passes quickly. But now the foggy distance brightens. The sky begins to turn blue. Light steam floats over the field, over the forest, over the surface of the water. The hot sun has already come out, but the rain has not stopped yet. It's the rain that drips from the trees and glistens in the sun.

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The morning breeze ran through the forest. The fog began to move, and the opposite bank of the river with thickets of dense bushes appeared.

Suddenly the rustling of pebbles was heard. I looked back and saw two shadows. I expected to see people, but it turned out to be moose. They were approaching the river. I fell in love with animals. The moose drank water greedily. Suddenly the female sensed danger and began to look in my direction. Water flowed from her lips, and this caused circles to spread across the calm surface of the river. The moose perked up, let out a hoarse cry and rushed towards the forest.

At that moment the sun rose. Through the clouds of fog, the outlines of mountains growing on the other side of the trees began to appear.

Topic: “Noun”.

Prishvin spent his childhood and youth in central Russia. His family lived on an estate near the village. Here forests, fields and vegetable gardens, orchards with wonderful plants. The river banks are overgrown with weeping willow.

As a boy, he learned to peer and listen closely to nature. His sensitive ear heard the rustling of leaves and the whisper of the wind, and his keen eye saw every sprout and blade of grass.

With a gun and a notebook, Prishvin visited the Urals, Siberia, and Karelia. He discovered many secrets in nature and presented them to his readers.

Have you guys read his books?

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After traveling around Karelia, my mother and I went on vacation until the fall to visit my grandfather in central Russia.

My grandfather is a well-known forester in his area.

From the station we walked along a clearing, then turned along the path to the river, crossed the bridge and headed towards the forest. Raspberry bushes grew at the edge of the forest. It’s easy to get scratched in its thick greenery, but a minute later there’s a bunch of red berries in your palm. You get drunk from their smell!

How quiet! Birds flutter from branch to branch. A hedgehog crawls out from under a bush. He rustled in the grass and disappeared.

We reach a grove, and behind it in a clearing is grandfather’s hut. We are joyfully greeted by grandfather and the dog Druzhok.

Topic: “Verb. Spelling -tsya and -tsya in verbs."

In the forest.

Young aspens and slender birches descend along the slope to a wide meadow. There is a path full of melt water among the trees. A dry walking path winds nearby, and along it we go deeper into the forest.

This is where the real spring feels! The aspen branches seem fluffy from long catkins. The tops of the young birches have become completely chocolate-colored. You look at a birch twig, and it’s covered in large buds. A day or two will pass, the buds will begin to burst, and green tongues of young leaves will appear from them.

Exactly this good time In the woods. It’s not turning green yet, it’s transparent and so joyful. And how wonderfully it smells of last year’s rotten leaves and the bitter freshness of the buds!

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The day is ending. The sun is already sinking to the horizon, and its slanting rays are spreading far away. Dusk is approaching. We are wandering through the forest. It seems that the forest clearings have filled with thick darkness. It seems to crawl out of the ground, lie down at our feet, spread out along the branches below, and climb to the tops of the trees.

The birds gradually fall silent. Soon it becomes difficult to distinguish the outlines of the branches. The trace of the familiar path began to disappear, but the rays of the sun were still visible through the clearing. The stars sparkled high above the tree. From time to time the lonely voice of a bird is heard. It seems that she is surprised by the onset of mysterious silence. The night touched the earth and spread darkness over it.

Final control dictation.

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Summer mornings easily get you out of bed.

There is still fog over the river. Soon it disappears in the transparent air and frees the gray crown of a dense poplar, then the tops of a bird cherry. It's time to go mushroom hunting.

I noticed that most often mushrooms are found near birch trees. Birch is friends with mushrooms. The well-known boletus grows under its cover.

Boletus is a bright, slender mushroom. He will not suddenly come out on the road or on the path. He lives in a tall aspen forest and does not hide. From a distance you notice his bright hat. You cut one mushroom, and next to it you see five more.

And all at once you run out of mushrooms, but your basket is already full. You can get ready to go home.

We walked through the Terek region. Shakro was disheveled and incredibly ragged and was damn angry, although he was no longer hungry now, since he had enough income. He found himself unable to do any work. Once I tried to go to the thresher to rake straw and after half a day I got off, having rubbed bloody calluses on my palms with a rake. Another time they began to uproot a tree, and he tore off the skin from his neck with a hoe.

We walked quite slowly - you work for two days, then walk for a day. Shakro ate extremely incontinently, and, by the grace of his gluttony, I could not save enough money to be able to buy him any part of the suit. And all his parts were a host of various holes, somehow connected by multi-colored patches.

One day in some village, with great difficulty, he pulled out of my knapsack, secretly from him, five rubles that had been accumulated and in the evening he appeared at the house where I was working in the garden, drunk and with some fat Cossack woman who greeted me like this :

- Hello, damned heretic!

And when I, surprised by such an epithet, asked her, “why am I a heretic?”

– she answered me with aplomb:

- And because, devil, you forbid a guy from loving the female sex! Can you prohibit if the law allows?.. You are anathema!..

Shakro stood next to her and nodded his head affirmatively. He was very drunk and when he made any movement, he swayed all over. His lower lip drooped. Dull eyes looked into my face with senseless stubbornness.

- Well, why are you staring at us? Give him his money! - shouted the brave woman.

- What money? – I was amazed.

- Come on, come on! Otherwise I’ll take you to the military! Give me the hundred and fifty rubles I took from him in Odessa!

What was I supposed to do? A damn woman with drunken eyes could actually go to a military hut, and then the village authorities, strict with various wandering people, would arrest us. Who knows what could have come out of this arrest for me and Shakro!

And so I began to diplomatically walk around the woman, which, of course, did not cost much effort.

Somehow, with the help of three bottles of wine, I pacified her. She fell to the ground between the watermelons and fell asleep. I put Shakro to bed, and early the next morning he and I left the village, leaving the woman with the watermelons.

Half-sick with a hangover, with a crumpled and swollen face, Shakro spat every minute and sighed heavily. I tried to talk to him, but he did not answer me and only shook his shaggy head like a ram.

We walked along a narrow path, along it small red snakes crawled back and forth, wriggling under our feet. The silence that reigned around plunged me into a dreamy, drowsy state. Behind us, black flocks of clouds slowly moved across the sky. Merging with each other, they covered the entire sky behind us, while ahead it was still clear, although wisps of clouds had already run into it and were briskly rushing somewhere forward, overtaking us.

Thunder rumbled somewhere far away, its grumbling sounds getting closer and closer. Raindrops were falling. The grass rustled metallic.

Shakro looked into my face with serious and angry eyes.

- You are crazy? Ne gone? Nat? Well, shut up! Don't shout! I'll rip your throat out! Are you panning?

I was amazed and first asked him why I was bothering him...

- You're scaring me! Understood? Thunder rumbles - God speaks, and you are talking... What do you think?

I told him that I had the right to sing if I wanted, and so did he.

- Do not sing! – I agreed.

- And don’t sing! – Shakro strictly inspired.

- No, I’d rather be...

- Listen, what do you think? – Shakro spoke angrily. - Who are you?

- I am a prince!.. And you... you - now! Why no! And Kutais, Tyflys knows mene!.. Are you panymaic?

You ne go protyv mene! Are you serving me? - You will be pleased! I will pay you ten times!

He spoke, smacked his lips, snorted, sighed... I looked into his face, my mouth open in amazement. He, obviously, poured out in front of me all the indignation, resentment and dissatisfaction with me, accumulated throughout our journey. For greater persuasiveness, he poked his finger in my chest and shook me by the shoulder, and in especially strong places he pressed his entire bulk on me. Rain poured down on us, thunder rumbled continuously above us, and Shakro, in order to be heard by me, shouted at the top of his lungs.

The tragicomic nature of my situation stood out to me most clearly and made me laugh as hard as I could...

Shakro, spitting, turned away from me.

OLYMPIAD IN RUSSIAN LANGUAGE and CULTURE OF SPEECH – 2015

Teacher E. D. TKACHEVA

Find archaisms and Old Church Slavonicisms in excerpts from Pushkin’s poems,

determine their stylistic role.

Magi are not afraid of mighty rulers...

The coming years lurk in the darkness,

But I see your lot on your glorious brow.

"Song about the prophetic Oleg"

He ascended higher with his rebellious head

Alexandrian Pillar.

“I erected a monument to myself, not made by hands...”

Use pronouns as appropriate case form, determine their rank.

To (she), except (they), instead of (he, she), thanks to (he, she, they), from (he) wife, for (it, she),

with (she) mother, in (he) apartment, towards (he, she), by (he).

Determine the syntactic role of the highlighted words.

A) Am I in the world of everyone? nicer... (A.S. Pushkin).

B) It thundered in the distance cheers (A.S. Pushkin)

B) Conversations became louder. (A.S. Pushkin).

D) In debt the night sleeps on a branch... (A.S. Pushkin).

4. Choose synonyms for the borrowed words:

Presentation, sponsor, teenager, summit, slogan, image, monitoring.

Find the odd one out. Give reasons for your answer.

The sunrise is beautiful. The sky is clear. The sun is gentle. The room is bright.

Remember proverbs that have antonyms and write them down.

A) business - fun, b) word - silence, c) old - new, d) learning - ignorance, e) further away - closer.

7. Choose Russian versions of English proverbs and sayings:

A) Not worth gunpowder and shot.

B) Black sheep in the family.

C) Every dog will have its day.

D) A bird in your hand is worth two in the bushes.

D) Call a shovel a spade.

E) Transport coal to Newcastle.

Russian poetry often uses outdated names for body parts. Which group of obsolete vocabulary do they belong to? Give modern synonyms for the words below:

forehead, cheeks, mouth, eyes, neck, chest, ramen, right hand, finger.

Replace the highlighted words with synonyms - phraseological units, determine which member of the sentence they are (the form of the words included in the sentence can be changed).

A) He worked all quarter diligently.

B) Money in the wallet very little.

B) The neighboring village is located Very close.

D) I ran away from the boys fast.

D) Ivanov works here recently.

Indicate which words have the same endings:

Eagles, cows, yards, carpets, foundations;

Batteries, knives, steppes, necks, cakes.

Choose at least three synonyms for the words:

Big, brave, run, talk, enemy, young man.

Write out the words in groups from the text:

A) words that decline;

B) words that are conjugated;

C) words that do not change.

Indicate which part of speech these words belong to.

We walked along a narrow path, along it small red snakes crawled back and forth, wriggling under our feet. Thunder rumbled somewhere far away, its grumbling sounds getting closer. Raindrops were falling. The grass rustled metallic. We had nowhere to hide. (M. Gorky).

Place the missing punctuation marks in the sentence and perform syntactic analysis.

Rising with the first rays, she now hurries into the fields and looks around them with tender eyes and says: Forgive me, dear valleys and you know the peaks of the mountains and you know the forests; sorry heavenly beauty. (A.S. Pushkin).

Write down 2 conjugations of verbs from the list below.

Hold, think, shed, press, drive away, sleep, see, knock down, blush, sway, offend, illuminate, run, take away, pick up, depend, tremble, weaken, cherish, pierce.

Determine what artistic device underlies these phraseological expressions.

A familiar stranger, young old age, adult children, ringing silence, magnificent fading.

Determine which phrases use words in a figurative sense?

Strained nerves, hanging laundry, nagging students for lack of diligence, years flew by, children grew up, toss letters, an interesting book turned up, sawing logs, upturned nose, dregs of society, branch of the plot, deflect accusations, reward for courage, excerpt from an essay, fragment of an old one everyday life, flies stuck around the bread, attacking work, feverish activity.

In Russian, words from one part of speech can change to another. What is this method of word formation called? Give examples for each case.

Determine the gender of the nouns. To nouns female write three adjectives each.

Alibi, meringue, bra, credo, salami, frau, iwasi, impresario, kiwi.

Determine the meaning of the word GRAMOTA in the following sentences:

A) Under his (Savelich’s) supervision, in my twelfth year I learned Russian literacy. (A.S. Pushkin).

B) I couldn’t help but smile several times while reading the good old man’s letter. (A.S. Pushkin)

C) After graduating from school, my sister was awarded a certificate of commendation.

D) I have never written a review in my entire life; for me this is Chinese literacy. (A.P. Chekhov).

D) The Tsar’s manifesto that you are talking about turned out to be a piece of paper.

Correct examples taken from modern media:

A) Wind gusts reached fifteen to twenty meters per second.

B) Many people are now talking about what our correspondent noted in his last report.

B) Evgeniy Maksimovich spoke with Mr. Gore.

D) But I will not remove my signature from this document.

D) He voiced his personal point of view rather than that of the administration.

What syntactic function does the infinitive perform in each example from A. A. Akhmatova’s poem?

A) But his heart began to feel sad in his chest,

It hurts like an open wound.

B) How I love, how I loved to watch

To the chained shores.

C) Don’t forget how he came to say goodbye to me.

D) It seems futile to dream here.

D) You forbid singing and smiling,

And he forbade praying a long time ago.

Determine the gender of indeclinable nouns and use them with an adjective:

Tokyo, Missouri, dandy, madam, coffee, salami, interview, subway, kohlrabi, kangaroo, Limpopo, pani, pony.

Correct errors in sentences, edit style.

A) After the examination, the doctor prescribed me medicine.

B) From here the sunset on the sea was clearly visible.

C) The student’s performance at the seminar produced negative effect to the audience.

D) I had to grab the baby with both hands to prevent him from falling out of the stroller.

D) The other day my brother met a terribly beautiful girl.

E) I managed to overcome the feeling of fear.

G) In the theater we watched a performance with the participation of famous artists, their outfits were waist-length.

H) I couldn’t wear my favorite skirt because I was overweight.

I) I presented the paid check to the security guard.

Add missing punctuation marks. Emphasize conjunctions that serve to connect parts of a complex sentence.

A) On the free path, go wherever your free mind takes you. (N. A. Nekrasov)

B) While he was eating it, Vaska the cat ate all the roast. (I. A. Krylov)

C) His chances were considered insignificant, however, since the king disliked him very much. (M. A. Aldanov).

D) The sun slowly moves the sunset shine from the northwest to the north so that after an hour it rises from the northeast. (K. G. Paustovsky).

D) Bays indented the low coast

All the sails fled to the sea

And I dried the salted braid

A mile from the ground on a flat rock. (A. A. Akhmatova).

E) The dirt is almost invisible on his dirty face, but we look very impressive. (B. L. Vasiliev).

Underline in the text and write down the pronouns from the given passage from Lewis Carroll’s book “Alice in Wonderland”, determine their category.

They told me that you are with her

With them on the shore

He was caught. But, alas:

I can't swim!

We give you hers, she gives us theirs,

You give them back to us.

He is with her, to us again for them,

And he and I - to her from you...

Even though I know that it

Loves them more than those -

All this should be a secret

For us and you from everyone.

Fill in the missing letters and punctuation marks.

Dropping a leaf.

It was the middle of...Sunday. In l...su (some) where h...dili to...str (in)top occasionally...

per...birds called l...nivo and without (h, s) entirely g...l...sili gr...niks.

(B) in front, slightly protruding towards the other... horn of the.....la (small) large b...cut, all th...crawling from the t...pla and the sun...s.

I…was…excitedly…stopped…noticing (c)in front of the…breathing in…air…b…rezovy l…drain. Slowly (n, nn)o (n...) willingly and triumphantly (n, nn)o he fell (along) his brothers... c... dancing for the branches and oncoming leaves.

The leaf spun and f...n...fell a lot towards the earth...to which it was destined...to decay and itself to...become evil.

I...put my hand and the sheet (behind) the...st...elegant woman...h(?)koy...went down onto my l...bottom.

The elasticity of the sheet lasted (n...) for a long time. (C)started...he...weak. Ra (z, s) stuck to my l...doni and finally (z, s) became lethargic and un(z, zz) defensive.

For a long (long) time I saw...trilled on the...cut. There (up) in the green leaf lived this small(?)leaf. He was destined to be the first to give the forest the first news about the coming autumn. I ra(z, s)zhal l...don. The leaf is still alive, weakly breathing in... a single weave (n, nn) with its w... l... but the strength of its ra(z, s) was spent on this short and (h, s) k... final moment of death.

I’m sad...but I also want to go somewhere or leave, shouting something farewell (in) the wake of the... melting...lonely leaf in another...year of my...life.

(According to V.P. Astafiev)

Determine the style of the texts. Give reasons for your choice. (Scientific, artistic, conversational, official - business, journalistic).

A) I send you greetings, greetings and several short stories under the general title “Sounds of the Earth.” I'm afraid that these modest stories are not suitable for a serious, thick magazine. But who knows? Aksakov wrote notes about fishing and birds. If the stories don’t suit you, I won’t be offended by you, believe me. Return them to Misha, whom I instructed to visit you. He will tell you about my life and existence. What is going on in your “New World”? Where is Alexander Trifonovich? I would really like to see you both in the Karacharovo badger hole. Will it succeed? I shake your hand tightly. I. Sokolov - Mikitov.

B) Due to a fight between two of my cows over a stall, I was forced to consult a veterinarian due to the broken horns of one of the participants in the fight, as a result of which I was unable to donate milk on time.

C) Stylistic resources of the modern Russian literary language are available at all levels of the language system and are found in the established generally accepted methods of using linguistic stylistic units. One of the richest means of stylistic expressiveness of speech is the so-called means of verbal imagery, mainly lexical, but also syntactic (metaphors, metonymies, syntactic figures and other means...) (M. Kozhina)

D) Why don’t you raise a powerful voice against the madness that threatens to envelop the world in a cloud of poison? Every moment a person falls somewhere under the scythe of death, and every moment in some other corner of the earth a woman, triumphant in victory over the elements of destruction, gives the world a new person... Thousands and thousands of your sons have covered themselves with splendor and glory throughout the centuries. They enriched our lives with great discoveries, their work, the work of your sons, created man from the beast - the best of all that has been seen on earth. How can you allow the person you have born to degrade again to a beast, to a predator, to a murderer!

(M. Gorky)

D) The sea hummed menacingly beneath them, standing out from all the noises of this anxious and sleepy night. Huge, lost in space, it lay deep below, far away whitening through the darkness with manes of foam running towards the ground. The chaotic hum of the old poplars outside the garden fence, a gloomy island growing on the rocky coast, was also terrible. It was felt that in this deserted place the night of late autumn now reigned powerfully, and the old big garden, the house packed for the winter and the open gazebos at the corners of the fence were eerie in their abandonment. However, the sea hummed smoothly, victoriously and, it seemed, more and more majestic in the consciousness of its strength. The damp wind knocked us off our feet on the cliff, and for a long time we were not able to get enough of its soft, penetrating freshness to the depths of our souls. (I.A. Bunin).

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