In the air, a fragrant stream spilled. Regional screening work (RPR). Specify what type of speech this text belongs to.

Half an hour later, Raisa Pavlovna was descending from the open veranda into the dense and shady manor garden, which draped the shore of the pond with a green patterned slit. She now wore a blue alpago dress, trimmed with expensive lace; beautifully gathered frills were caught under the throat by a turquoise brooch. In the hair collected in the morning hairstyle, someone else's braid, which Raisa Pavlovna wore for a very long time, was successfully hidden. And in the costume, and in the hair, and in the manner of carrying herself - everywhere there was some kind of false note that gave Raisa Pavlovna the unattractive look of an obsolete courtesan. However, she herself knew this, but she was not embarrassed by her appearance and even, as if on purpose, flaunted the eccentricity of her costume and her semi-masculine manners. What destroys other women in public opinion did not exist for Raisa Pavlovna. In the witty language of Prozorov, this feature of Raisa Pavlovna was explained by the fact that "let suspicion not touch Caesar's wife." After all, Raisa Pavlovna was just such a wife of Caesar in a small factory world, where everyone and everything bowed before her authority in order to slander her enough behind her back. As an intelligent woman, Raisa Pavlovna perfectly understood all this and seemed to enjoy the picture of human meanness unfolding before her. She liked that those people who trampled her in the mud, at the same time fawned over and humiliated themselves in front of her, flattered and scoffed at each other. It was even piquant and pleasantly tickled the shattered nerves of Caesar's wife.

In order to get to Prozorov, who, as chief inspector of factory schools, occupied one of the countless outbuildings of the master's house, one had to pass a series of wide alleys that intersected at the central platform of the garden, where music played on Sundays. The garden was arranged on a broad lordly foot. Greenhouses, greenhouses, flower beds, alleys and narrow paths beautifully dazzled the green strip of the coast. The scent of freshly blossomed levkoy and mignonette spread in the air like a fragrant stream. Lilac, like a bride, stood all covered in swollen, swollen buds, ready to unfold from hour to hour. Brushed acacia trees formed living green walls, in which small green niches nestled here and there with tiny garden sofas and cast-iron round tables. These niches looked like green nests, where one was drawn to rest. In general, the gardener knew his business well, and for the five thousand that the Kukar plant management appropriated annually for him specifically to support the garden, greenhouses and greenhouses, he did everything that a good gardener could do: camellias bloomed excellently in winter, tulips and hyacinths in early spring; cucumbers and fresh strawberries were served in February, and in summer the garden turned into a fragrant flower garden. Only a few separate piles of dark firs and firs and up to a dozen old cedars eloquently testified to the north, where these well-groomed lilacs, acacias, poplars and thousands of beautiful flowers bloomed, covering the flower beds and beds with a bright flowery mosaic. Plants were Raisa Pavlovna's weakness, and every day she spent several hours in the garden or lay on her veranda, from where a wide view of the whole garden, the factory pond, the wooden frame of the buildings surrounding it, and the distant surroundings opened.

The view of the Kukarsky plant and the mountains that hampered it from all sides from the master's garden, and especially from the veranda of the master's house, was remarkably good, as one of the best panoramas in the Urals. The center of the picture, like a full dish filled to the brim, was occupied by a large oval-shaped factory pond. To the right, two hills were connected by a wide dam; on the nearest one, the Kukarsky main plant administration with the manor's house flaunted with its Greek colonnade, and on the opposite, a rare pine comb swayed with shaggy peaks. From a distance, these two heights looked like a gate into which the mountain river Kukarka poured out, in order to further kneel under a steep wooded mountain, ending in a rocky peak with an airy chapel at the very top. Maenad by these hills and along the bank of the pond, strong factory houses lined up in regular wide streets; between them, the iron roofs of rich peasants were green in bright patches, and the stone houses of the local merchant class were white. Five large churches flaunted in the most prominent places.

Now, under the dam, where the lively Kukarka was angrily seething, huge factories rumbled with a dull shudder. Three blast furnaces were smoking in the foreground; from the latticed iron boxes thick smoke was forever trailing in a black tail, cut through by sheaves of bright sparks and shaggy tongues of escaping fire. Nearby stood a water sawmill with a black mouth, where, as if alive, rows of logs crawled with a whistle and wheezing. Dozens of all kinds of chimneys rose further, and the roofs of individual buildings hunched in regular rows, like the armor of a monster that tore the earth with its iron paws, filling the air for a long distance with a metallic clang, suppressed by the squeal of spinning iron and restrained grumbling. Next to this realm of fire and iron, the picture of a wide pond with houses clinging to it and a forest growing green over the mountains involuntarily attracted the eye with its spaciousness, freshness of colors and distant aerial perspective.

Prozorov's wing stood in the northern corner of the garden, where there was not enough sun at all. Raisa Pavlovna entered the open door of the half-rotten, rickety terrace. The first room was as empty as the next. These little rooms, with faded wallpaper and prefabricated furniture, seemed to her especially miserable and miserable today: there were traces of dirty feet on the floor, the windows were covered with dust, everywhere there was a terrible mess. From somewhere it smelled of musty dampness, as if from a cellar. Raisa Pavlovna grimaced and shrugged her shoulders contemptuously.

“This is some kind of stable…” she thought disdainfully, peering into the next narrow, semi-dark room.

She hesitated in the doorway, when Mephistopheles's recitation flew from the depths to her ears:

The beauty is a little outdated ...

- Is it you, Vitaly Kuzmin, who are exercising at my expense? Raisa Pavlovna asked cheerfully, crossing the threshold.

- Queen Raisa! what fates! .. - a thin gentleman spoke of a short stature, rising from a torn oilcloth sofa.

- Hello, great man ... to small deeds! Raisa Pavlovna responded cheekily, holding out her hand to the eccentric host. - Are you singing something like that now?

- Yes, yes ... - Prozorov spoke hastily, straightening the tie that had strayed around his neck. - Indeed, he sang ... I saw these blue clothes, this false braid, this painted face - and sang!

- If all wit is in your pronoun today this, then it's a little boring, Vitaly Kuzmich.

- What to do, what to do, my dear! aged, stupid, exhausted ... Nothing lasts forever under the moon!

- Where can you sit here? asked Raisa Pavlovna, searching in vain for a chair.

“Here, take a seat on the sofa!” Make yourself comfortable. However, what fate brought you, Queen Raisa, to my lair?

- From old memory, Vitaly Kuzmich ... Once upon a time you wrote poems for a woman in blue clothes.

“Oh, I remember, I remember, Queen Raisa! Let me kiss your hand... Yes, yes... Once upon a time, long ago, Vitaly Prozorov not only recited other people's poems to you, but he himself soared for you. Ha ha ... It turns out even a pun: soared and soared. So, sir… All life consists of such puns! Then, remember this spring moonlit night ... we rode on the lake together ... As I see everything now: it smelled of lilacs, a nightingale was flooding somewhere! you were young, full of strength, and destinies obeying the law ...

Do you remember a wonderful moment;
You appeared before me
Like a fleeting vision
Like a genius of pure beauty...

Prozorov leaned his graying head against Raisa Pavlovna's hand, and she felt large tears dripping onto her hand ... She became terrified of a double feeling: she despised this unfortunate man who poisoned her life, and at the same time some kind of warm feeling for him, or rather, not for him personally, but for those memories that were associated with this curly and still beautiful head. Raisa Pavlovna did not take her hand away and looked at Prozorov with large fixed eyes. That narrow face, with its goatee and large, dark, hot eyes, was still handsome with a kind of restless, nervous beauty, although curly dark hair had long since shone with gray, like silver mold. Prozorov's living, witty brain, decomposing from his own work, was covered with the same mold.

“And now,” Prozorov spoke, breaking a heavy pause, “I look at the ruins of my Troy, which reminds me of my own destruction. Yes, yes ... But I still find a drop of poetry:

Quietly I closed the door
And alone, without guests,
I drink to Mary's health,
My dear Mary...

Prozorov's "office", which occupied a narrow passage room, something like a corridor, was thoroughly saturated with the smoke of cheap cigars and the smell of vodka. The tattered writing-table, pushed up against the inner wall, was littered with books that lay there in the most poetic disorder. There were sheets of scribbled paper and an empty vodka bottle lying around. In the corner of the room there was a cupboard with books, in the other - an empty bookcase and a broken armchair with a back embroidered with colored silks. The owner's crumpled, careless suit matched the furnishings of the study: a canvas summer coat shrunken from washing and ugly narrowed his already narrow shoulders; the same trousers, a crumpled shirt, and uncleaned, rusty boots completed the suit. Raisa Pavlovna was ready to pity this pitiful old man, who had already noticed this fleeting movement, and a contemptuously impudent smile, which Raisa Pavlovna knew especially well, flickered across his thin face.

- And I came to you for Lusha ... - Raisa Pavlovna spoke in a businesslike tone, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I know, I know…” Prozorov responded hurriedly, fluffing his hair with a habitual gesture. “I know what it is, but I don’t know what it is…”

“I told you.

– Oh, yes… I believe, Lord, help my unbelief. For Lusha… So.

“But it’s quite big for you. She needs to be taken care of...

– Quite right!

What a commission, creator,
To be an adult daughter's father!

“Especially the kind of father that fate has so unfairly awarded poor Lusha.

“Yes, but I am only negatively unjust to my daughter, while you, by your influence, instill the most positive evil.

- Exactly?

“Just stuff her head with rags and all sorts of womanish philosophies. I, at least, do not interfere in her life and leave her to herself: nature is the best teacher who never makes mistakes ...

- And I would have reasoned the same way if I didn’t love your Lushi.

- You? Loved? Stop playing hide-and-seek, Queen Raisa; we both seem to be a little outdated for such trifles ... We are too selfish to love anyone but ourselves, or rather, if we loved, we also loved ourselves in others. So? And you, besides, still know how to hate and take revenge ... However, if I respect you, I respect you precisely for this sweet quality.

- Thank you. Frankness for frankness; drop this old rubbish and tell me what kind of person General Blinov is, with whom you studied.

– Blinov… General Blinov… Yes, Miron Blinov. Prozorov stopped and, glancing at Raisa Pavlovna with his malicious smile, said:

"So that's why you came to me!"

– What of it?

- And why did you need Blinov? Again, some tricky combination in the field of politics ...

- If I ask, then I need to know, and what I need is my business. Got it? The woman's curiosity got the better of her.

- That's what I asked ... So you, then, need to straighten out a certificate about Miron Gennadyich through me? Excuse me... Firstly, this is a very honest person - the first trouble for you; secondly, he is a very smart person - the second trouble, and, thirdly, he, to your happiness, considers himself a smart person. You can twist ropes from such smart and honest people, although skill is needed. However, Blinov is insured against your woman's politics ... Ha-ha! ..

- I do not find anything funny in that; that Miron Gennadyevich is under the strong influence of one person who ...

- ... Which is ugly, like a scarecrow, - Prozorov picked up a successfully thrown replica, - old as a priest's dog, and smart as the devil.

“Don’t you know who this person is?”

- N-no ... It seems, from the girls of easy reading or from the cooks, but not at all high-flying. Ha ha! .. Imagine this combination: Blinov, a university professor, acquired a well-known name for himself, like a political economist and a bright financial head, then, as I already told you, a good person in all respects - and suddenly this same general Blinov, with all his learning, honesty and excellency, is sitting under the shoe of some freak. I still understand such a mistake, because once I myself had the misfortune to be carried away by a woman like you. After all, you once loved me, Queen Raisa ...

- I? Never!..

- A little bit?

“Have you seen this person who holds the general under her shoe?” Raisa Pavlovna interrupted this frank question.

- Away. You can say about her in the words of farcical wits that from a distance she is ugly, and the closer, the worse. Listen, however, why are you confessing me about all this?

“And you still can’t guess that this is a secret,” Raisa Pavlovna answered with a smile, “and, as you know, you cannot be trusted with secrets.

“Yes, yes ... I’ll blurt everything out: my tongue is my enemy,” Prozorov agreed with a semi-comic sigh.

Raisa Pavlovna sat in Prozorov's closet for another half an hour, trying to find out something else from her talkative interlocutor about the mysterious person. In such cases, Prozorov did not force himself to beg and began to tell such details that he did not even bother to embellish in any way for the sake of probability.

“Well, you seem to be the right one…” remarked Raisa Pavlovna, getting up from her seat.

"God kill me if I'm lying!"

In order to give his stories a touch of reality, Prozorov delved into the memories of his own youth, when he, together with Blinov, occupied a tiny closet in the 17th line of Vasilyevsky Island as a student. It was a glorious time, although Blinov was one of the dumbest students. He resolutely did not show any hope, crammed recklessly, in general he was of a common nature and the most miserable mediocrity. After their paths parted, and now Blinov is a prominent scientist and an excellent person, while Prozorov is drowning alive in vodka.

Who tells you to drink? Raisa Pavlovna said sternly, trying not to look at her interlocutor.

Who is forcing me? asked Prozorov, running both hands through his gray curls.

- Yes, you...

- Eh, Queen Raisa ... Why are you asking me? groaned Prozorov. - You know the whole story very well: Vitaly Kuzmich's soul hurts, so he drinks. I once thought of moving a mountain, but stumbled over a straw ... You know, I recently flashed a very good theory, which can be called victim theory. Yes, yes… Any movement forward and in any sphere requires its victims. This is an iron law!.. Take industry, science, art - everywhere the causal ends that we admire are redeemed by a whole series of victims. Every machine, every improvement or invention in the field of technology, every new discovery requires thousands of human sacrifices, precisely in the person of those workers who, thanks to these blessings of civilization, remain without a piece of bread, who are cut and crushed by some stupid wheel, who sacrifice their children from the age of eight ... The same is happening in the field of art and science, where every new truth, every work of art, rare pearls of true poetry - all this has grown and matured thanks to the existence of thousands of losers and unrecognized geniuses. And note that these victims are not an accident, not even a misfortune, but only a simple logical conclusion from a mathematically correct law. So I ranked myself among these losers and unrecognized geniuses: our name is legion ... The only consolation that remains for us when the Blinov generals are prospering and blissful is the thought that if it weren’t for us, there wouldn’t really be wonderful people. Yes, sir…

Prozorov stopped in front of his listener in a tragic pose, which bad provincial actors “throw out”. Raisa Pavlovna was silent, not raising her eyes. Prozorov's last words resonated in her heart with a painful feeling: they contained, perhaps, too much truth, the natural continuation of which was the whole disorderly atmosphere of Prozorov's housing.

“And notice,” Prozorov improvised, starting to run from corner to corner, “how all of us, such mezheums, are seized by reflection: we won’t take a step so as not to look back and look at ourselves ... And everywhere it’s the damned me!” And of course! We don’t have a real, definite occupation, so we delve into our own little soul and pull out various rubbish from there. The main thing is that I realize that such a situation is the most recent case, because it is created by a modest desire to right oneself in the eyes of contemporaries. Ha ha! .. And how many of us, such artists? There are even those lucky ones who manage to enjoy the reputation of smart people for a lifetime. I thank God that I am not one of them, at least ... Eat an egg - or rather, a talker - and that's it.

- What is it that hurts your soul?

- Oh, yes ... The soul, then? .. And she hurts, Queen Raisa, about what I could do and did not do. The most difficult feeling... And so it is in everything: in social activities, in one's profession, especially in personal affairs. You go there - and, you see, you have come to a completely different place; if you want to benefit a person, you get harm, if you love a person, they pay with hatred, if you want to improve, you only sink deeper ... Yes. And there, in the depths of your soul, a kind of devilish worm sucks: after all, you are smarter than others, because you could be this and that, and that, after all, you ruined your own happiness with your own hands. This is where the mat comes, even a noose around the neck!

- Why do I love you? Prozorov suddenly interrupted his train of thought. - I love for exactly what I lack, although I myself, perhaps, would not want to have this. After all, you have always crushed me and now you are crushing me, even crushing me with your real gracious presence ...

- I'm leaving.

- One more word! - Prozorov stopped his guest. - My song is sung, and there is nothing to say about me, but I want to ask you one thing ... Do it?

I don't know what request.

“It doesn’t cost you anything to do it…

“Promising without knowing what is at least stupid.

Prozorov suddenly knelt before Raisa Pavlovna and, grabbing her by the hand, said in a breathless whisper:

- Leave Lusha alone ... Hear: leave it! I met you at an unfortunate moment and paid dearly for this pleasure...

– And I don't seem to be cheap!

“But my girl is not to blame either soul or body for our mistakes ...

- Stop breaking the comedy, Vitaly Kuzmich, - Raisa Pavlovna spoke sternly, heading towards the exit. “It’s enough that I love Lusha much more than you do and I’ll take care of her…”

- Are you really not enough of your hangers-on with which you entertain your guests ?! Prozorov shouted angrily, clenching his fists. "Why are you dragging my girl into this garbage pit?" Oh Lord, Lord! It is not enough for you to see how dozens of vile people crawl and grovel at your feet, their humiliation and voluntary disgrace are not enough, you also want to corrupt Lusha! But I won't allow it... It won't happen!

“You are forgetting only one small circumstance, Vitaly Kuzmich,” Raisa Pavlovna remarked dryly, stopping at the door, “you are forgetting that Lusha is a very big girl and can have her own opinion, her own desires.

Prozorov stopped, thought something, waved his hand and asked in a sort of drooping voice:

- Tell me, at least, why did you confess to me about General Blinov?

Raisa Pavlovna merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled contemptuously. She breathed more freely when she found herself in the open air.

- Fool! .. - she said energetically, walking along the bird-cherry alley to the central platform.

The main thing is to prepare for the reception of Yevgeny Konstantinovich, whom you know well, and also know what you need to do. Meisel and Vershinin will not lose their faces, and you only need the rest. You will have a lot of trouble, Raisa Pavlovna, but a terrible dream, but God be merciful ... For my part, I will try to inform you of everything that will be done here. Maybe Yevgeny Konstantinovich will change his mind about going to the factories, just as he could not get ready to go there for twenty years earlier. And I’ll also tell you that in the winter season, Evgeny Konstantinovich was very interested in one ballerina and, despite all the efforts of Prein, they still couldn’t get anything from her, although it cost them thousands.”

A third dispatch was sent for Rodion Antonych. Raisa Pavlovna began to lose patience, and crimson spots appeared on her face. At the moment when she was quite ready to flare up with uncontrollable lordly anger, the door to the office inaudibly opened, and Rodion Antonych himself cautiously crawled through it. First, he stuck his gray, shaved head with squinting gray eyes through the open half of the door, carefully looked around, and then, with a suppressed groan, tumbled into the study with all his well-fed carcass.

You… what are you doing to me?! - Raisa Pavlovna spoke with loud notes of restrained anger.

I? Rodion Antonych was surprised, straightening his summer coat from Kolomyanka.

Yes, you ... I sent for you three times, and you are sitting in your chicken coop and do not want to know anything in the world. It's shameless at last!!.

I'm sorry, Raisa Pavlovna. After all, it's still ten o'clock in the yard.

Here, enjoy! - Raisa Pavlovna, angry, thrust a crumpled letter under the ios to Rodion Antonich. - You only know that your tenth hour ...

From Prokhor Sazonych, sir…” said Rodion Antonych thoughtfully, arming his fleshy nose with tortoise-shell spectacles and first examining the letter from a distance.

Yes, read ... ugh! .. Like an old woman getting off the stove ...

Rodion Antonich sighed, pushed the letter far from his eyes, and slowly began to read it, line by line. From his swollen, fat face it was difficult to guess the impression this reading made on him. Several times he began to wipe his glasses and reread the dubious passages again. Having read everything to the end, Rodion Antonych once again examined the letter from all sides, carefully folded it, and fell into thought.

It will be necessary to consult with Platon Vasilyevich ...

Yes, you seem to be completely crazy today: I will consult with Platon Vassilich... Ha-ha!.. That's why I called you here!.. If you want to know, then Platon Vasilyich will not see this letter as his own ears. Haven't you found anything more foolish to advise me? Who is Platon Vasilyevich? - a fool and nothing more ... Yes, finally speak or get out of where you came from! What drives me crazy is this person who is traveling with General Blinov. Notice that the word individual emphasized?

Exactly like that.

This is what infuriates me ... Prokhor Sazonych will not underline the words for nothing.

No, it won't... Oh, it won't! - Rodion Antonych spoke in some whining voice. - And there is something about me: “they are especially opposed to Sakharov” ... I can’t make out anything! ..

If Laptev had traveled only with General Blinov and Preyn, all this would have been trifles, but here a person got involved. Who is she? What does she have to do with us?

Rodion Antonich made a sour grimace and only raised his sloping, fat shoulders.

There was a heavy silence in the office. A nameless bird was merrily playing in the garden; the oncoming breeze bent the fluffy tops of lilacs and acacias, burst through the window in a fragrant stream and flew on, raising light ripples on the pond. The sun's rays played on the walls in whimsical patterns, gliding with bright sparks over the golden baguette and spilling soft light tones on the massive wallpaper patterns. With a thin buzz, a green fly flew into the room, circled over the desk, and crawled up Raisa Pavlovna's arm. She shuddered and woke up from her thoughts.

It’s Tetyuev and Maizel who are letting the mechanics down,” said Rodion Antonych.

And again, stupid: he told such news! Who does not know this ... well, tell me, who does not know this? And Vershinin, and Maisel, and Tetyuev, and everyone has long wanted to push us off the spot; even I can't vouch for you in this case, but that's all nonsense and that's not the point. You tell me: who is this person who is traveling with Blinov?

Don't know.

So find out! Ah, Lord! God! Be sure to find out, and today! .. Everything depends on this: we must prepare. It is strange that Prokhor Sazonych did not try to find out about her ... Probably some kind of capital burnout.

Here's the thing, Raisa Pavlovna, - Rodion Antonych spoke, taking off his glasses, - after all, Blinov studied, it seems, with Prozorov ...

So it will be possible to find out from Prozorov.

Oh, really… How did it not occur to me? Indeed, what better! So, so ... You immediately, Rodion Antonych, go to Prozorov and find out everything from him side by side. After all, Prozorov is a talker, and everything in the world can be learned from him ... Excellent! ..

No, it would be better for you to go to Prozorov yourself, Raisa Pavlovna ... - Rodion Antonych spoke with a sour grimace.

Why?

Yes, so ... You know that Prozorov hates me ...

Well, that's nonsense... He hates me as much as the whole world hates me.

Still, it's more convenient for you, Raisa Pavlovna. You visit Prozorov, and I ...

Well, to hell with you, get out to your chicken coop! Raisa Pavlovna interrupted angrily, tugging at her sonnet. - Athanasya! Get dressed ... but quicker! .. You will come in an hour or two, Rodion Antonich!

"Oh, the rubbish thing," thought Rodion Antonych, getting out of the office.

His swollen face, gleaming with a greasy tan, now wrinkled into a rueful smile, like a doctor whose most reliable patient has just died.

Half an hour later Raisa Pavlovna was descending from the open veranda into the dense and shady manor garden, which draped the shore of the pond like a green, patterned slit. She now wore a blue alpago dress, trimmed with expensive lace; beautifully gathered frills were caught under the throat by a turquoise brooch. In the hair collected in the morning hairstyle, someone else's braid, which Raisa Pavlovna wore for a very long time, was successfully hidden. And in the costume, and in the hair, and in the manner of carrying herself - everywhere there was some kind of false note that gave Raisa Pavlovna the unattractive look of an obsolete courtesan. However, she herself knew this, but she was not embarrassed by her appearance and even, as if on purpose, flaunted the eccentricity of her costume and her semi-masculine manners. What destroys other women in public opinion did not exist for Raisa Pavlovna. In the witty language of Prozorov, this feature of Raisa Pavlovna was explained by the fact that "let suspicion not touch Caesar's wife." After all, Raisa Pavlovna was just such a wife of Caesar in a small factory world, where everyone and everything bowed before her authority in order to slander her enough behind her back. As an intelligent woman, Raisa Pavlovna perfectly understood all this and seemed to enjoy the picture of human meanness unfolding before her. She liked that those people who trampled her in the mud, at the same time fawned over and humiliated themselves in front of her, flattered and scoffed at each other. It was even piquant and pleasantly tickled the shattered nerves of Caesar's wife. In order to get to Prozorov, who, as chief inspector of factory schools, occupied one of the countless outbuildings of the master's house, one had to pass a series of wide alleys that intersected at the central platform of the garden, where music played on Sundays. The garden was arranged on a broad lordly foot. Greenhouses, greenhouses, flower beds, alleys and narrow paths beautifully dazzled the green strip of the coast. The scent of freshly blossomed levkoy and mignonette spread in the air like a fragrant stream. Lilac, like a bride, stood all covered in swollen, swollen buds, ready to unfold from hour to hour. Brushed acacia trees formed living green walls, in which small green niches nestled here and there with tiny garden sofas and cast-iron round tables. These niches looked like green nests, where one was drawn to rest. In general, the gardener knew his business well, and for the five thousand that the Kukar plant management appropriated annually for him specifically to support the garden, greenhouses and greenhouses, he did everything that a good gardener could do: camellias bloomed excellently in winter, tulips and hyacinths in early spring; cucumbers and fresh strawberries were served in February, and in summer the garden turned into a fragrant flower garden. Only a few separate piles of dark firs and firs and up to a dozen old cedars eloquently testified to the north, where these well-groomed lilacs, acacias, poplars and thousands of beautiful flowers bloomed, covering the flower beds and beds with a bright flowery mosaic. Plants were Raisa Pavlovna's weakness, and every day she spent several hours in the garden or lay on her veranda, from where a wide view of the whole garden, the factory pond, the wooden frame of the buildings surrounding it, and the distant surroundings opened.

Task 22 -2017

Option 1 (“LEARNING”)

1. From sentences 8–11 write out a word with the meaning: “ 1 . only units . frenzy , unrestrained fury , rampage , 2. manifestation unbridled cruelty ».

(8) The kind, gentle Earth suddenly becomes cruel and ruthless towards the people who inhabit it. (9) What makes her, our beautiful planet, become so evil and merciless? (10) People have been thinking about this for a long time, noticing that the frenzy of natural forces coincides with major social catastrophes that occur in human society: wars, revolutions, religious strife, emotional upheavals. (11) Is there some kind of dependence here? (G. Smirnov)

2. From sentences 8–11 write out a word with the meaning: « , , ».

(8) The kind, gentle Earth suddenly becomes cruel and ruthless towards the people who inhabit it. (9) What makes her, our beautiful planet, become so evil and merciless? (10) People have been thinking about this for a long time, noticing that the fury of natural forces coincides with major social catastrophes that occur in human society: wars, revolutions, religious strife , emotional upheaval. (11) Is there some kind of dependence here? (G. Smirnov)

3. From sentences 5–8 write out a word with the meaning: “ 1. obsolete, church-glory. knees, chest (usually as a symbol tenderness, motherhood), as well as the womb, womb, sinus. 2. trans., poet. something that is a refuge, shelter, etc. for someone, anything. 3. shift., high. subsoil or surface."

(1) An oar slipped from the boat.

(2) Gently cool down:

(3) "Darling! Cute! - light,

Sweet from a cursory glance.

(4) The swan sailed away into the darkness,

(5) Far away, whitening under the moon,

The waves crash to the oar,

They caress, to the moisture of the lily.

(6) I catch by involuntary hearing

The babble of a mirror bosom.

(7) "Darling! My dear! I love!"

(8) Midnight looks from the sky. (K.Balmont)

4. From sentences 33–44, write out a word with the meaning: “knowingly false defamatory information or dissemination of knowinglyfalse information damaging honor and dignity of another person or undermine his reputation.

But if you are the holy power of friendship

Used for vicious persecution;

But if you intricately sarcastic

His fearful imagination

And found proud fun

In his anguish, sobs, humiliation;

But if himself despicably slander

You were an invisible echo to him;

But if you threw a chain on him

And betrayed the sleepy enemy with laughter,

And he read in your dumb soul

Everything secret with its sad look, -

Then go, do not waste empty speeches, -

You've been condemned by the final verdict... (A.S. Pushkin)

5. Complete two tasks:

1) From sentences 1-4 write out a word with the meaning: “1. withering, withering, (about vegetation). 2. And // trans. unfold fading away (about light, fire, etc.)”.

2) From sentences 1-4 write out a word with the meaning: “1. , successive change of something. 2. a bunch of objects (people, animals, cars, etc.) standing or moving one after the other 3. a series of phenomena, events following one after another, replacing each other.

(1) A stunted mountain ash gets wet in the rain. (2) But the chatty waters have dried up under the grass for a long time. (3) Gray fog swirls heavily over the river. (4) In a clear tower, clouds pass in a lazy sequence.

6. Complete two tasks:

1) From sentences 2–6 write out a word with the meaning: “long, like a coat, a double-breasted jacket, usually fitted.”

2) From sentences 1–7 write out a word with the meaning: “1. bib, mostly of white fabric, sewn on or fastened to a man's shirt. 2. patch or insert, sewn or fastened in front to a women's or children's dress."

(1) Summer evening. (2) The sky blue is becoming more and more invisible in the crimson glow of the sunset. (3) Voiced twilight thickens on the horizon with a purple haze. (4) Frog choirs are singing on the shallows, splashes of fish are heard, whining cries of seagulls are heard. (5) A flock of long-tailed swallows landed on a sandbank. (6) Each in a gray-chestnut frock coat with a snow-white shirt-front. (7) And it's hard to believe that these birds dig two-meter holes in coastal cliffs for their nests. (“Young Naturalist”)

7. Complete two tasks:

1) Write out a word from the poem with the meaning: “a state of extreme fatigue, fatigue, complete impotence."

2) From the poem write out a word with the meaning: “1. a space that has an unknown, very great depth. 2. trans., colloquial. a large number, many; lots. 3. trans. ABOUT something infinitely deep, infinitely extending into space or time...

But in the quiet hour of the autumn sunset,

When the wind stops in the distance,

When embraced by a weak radiance,

Blind night will fall to the river,

When, tired of the violent movement,

From uselessly hard work,

In an anxious half-sleep of exhaustion

The darkened water will calm down,

When a vast world of contradictions

Satisfied with a fruitless game, -

Like a prototype of human pain

From the abyss of water rises before me. (N. Zabolotsky)

8. From sentences 1–9 write out a word with the meaning: “1. on organs of touch. 2. trans. anything."

court of memory

(1) You think the fallen are silent.

(2) Of course, yes, you say.

(3) Wrong!

(4) They scream

While they are still knocking

Hearts of the Living

And touch the nerves.

(5) They scream not anywhere,

And in us.

(6) They shout for us.

(7) Especially at night.

(8) When there is insomnia near the eyes

And the past crowds behind.

(9) They scream when it's quiet.

(10) When the field winds come to the city,

And the star speaks to the star

And the monuments breathe as if alive.

(11) They scream

And wake us alive

Invisible, sensitive hands.

(12) They want their monument

(13) There was a land

with five continents. (E. Isaev)

9. From sentences 5–8 write out a word with the meaning: "one of the social aspects of empathy (emotional state), formalized form expressing one's state about the experiences of another person.

(1) Feel free to give up your seat on the tram to the elder.

(2) Be ashamed - do not give in!

(3) Do not celebrate victory over the enemy. (4) Enough - consciousness.

(5) After winning - extend your hand.

(6) Do not speak ironically about your loved one in front of others (even about your beloved animal!), others will leave - your own will remain.

(7) Seeing a stone on the road - remove it, imagine that you are running and bruising your nose; out of sympathy (at least for yourself - in another!) remove it.

(8) Do not be too angry with your parents, remember that they were you and you will be them. (M. I. Tsvetaeva)

10. From sentences 1–6 write out a word with the meaning: “ 1 . having the ability to attract bring something closer. 2. trans. attractive, attractive, alluring."

Merry birch

(1) The most attractive birch is spring. (2) And here's why.

(3) Winter birch looks cold: after all, we raise our eyes to it from the snow. (4) No words, a beautiful summer birch, but almost all of its attractive whiteness is hidden by leaves, autumn also distracts us with leaves - orange, yellow, raspberry. (5) But the spring birch is all accessible to the eye. (6) Here it is in front of me: a white trunk, white branches caressed by the sun, and freckles on the trunk, on the branches ... (7) Spring birch. (V. Bocharnikov)

Option 2 (“LEARNING”)

1. From sentences 1–2 write out a word with the meaning: “Relevant (scientific) Something that represents correspondence, similarity, similarity with something.”

(1) The procedure for approving the norms of the modern Russian literary language when it is used as the state language of the Russian Federation, the rules of Russian spelling and punctuation is determined by the Government of the Russian Federation.

(2) When using the Russian language as the state language of the Russian Federation, it is not allowed to use words and expressions that do not comply with the norms of the modern Russian literary language, with the exception of foreign words that do not have commonly used analogues in the Russian language. (From Article 1 of the Federal Law “On the state language of the Russian Federation)

2. From sentences 1–11 write out a word with the meaning: "Exact sample of the established unit of measure"

3. From sentences 1–11 write out a word with the meaning: « This text representing verbatim shorthand recording of oral speech »

(1) Language is the general scheme of all the speeches belonging to people of a certain nationality. (2) These are general rules by which you need to build your speech so that others understand it. (3) And speech is a particular manifestation of language.

(4) Speech is embodied in dialogues, monologues, transcripts. (5) Language does not materially exist in any way! (6) There is no such safe where the cast standard of the Russian language would be kept. (7) Scientists collect it piece by piece, carefully studying all types of speech activity, create extensive dictionaries, write scientific grammars.

(8) However, he still exists! (9) In each of you, and in your parents, and in your neighbors. (10) Disappear language - and you simply cease to understand each other. (11) The presence of a language is the most inconspicuous, but the most essential condition for civilization. (According to V. Kolesov)

4. From sentences 1–11 write out a word with the meaning: « An expression, a stable combination of words, also in general any complete statement »

5. From sentences 1–7 write out a word with a meaning: "local dialect"

(1) The basis of the Russian literary language, and hence the literary pronunciation, is the Moscow dialect: it was Moscow that became the unifier of the Russian lands, the center of the Russian state. (2) Therefore, the phonetic features of the Moscow dialect formed the basis of orthoepic norms. (3) If the capital of the Russian state were not Moscow, but, say, Novgorod or Vladimir, then the literary norm would be “okanye” (that is, we would now pronounce in [O] yes, not in [A] yes , and if Ryazan became the capital - “yakane” (that is, we would say in [l " a]su, not in [l " and]su.

(4) Orthoepic rules prevent errors in pronunciation, cut off unacceptable options. (5) Incorrect pronunciations may be influenced by the phonetics of dialects, urban vernacular, or closely related languages. (6) We know that not all Russian speakers have the same pronunciation. (7) In the north of Russia, they “okayut” and “ekayut”: they pronounce in [O] yes, g [O] in [O] rit, n [E] su, in the south - “kakayut” and “yakayut” (they say in[A] yes, n[I]su) , there are other phonetic differences.

6. From sentences 1–8 write out a word with the meaning: "house with all outbuildings and yards related to it"

(A.P. Rogov)

7. From sentences 1–8 write out a word with the meaning: « Through, fine mesh »

(1) Savva Vasilyevich Morozov, a peasant from the village of Zuevo, set up a simple manual loom in his farmstead. (2) On it he made very beautiful colored ribbons and silk openwork. (3) He worked only with his family: himself, his wife, growing up sons and daughters. (4) All week this camp has everything. (5) On the night of Saturday or Sunday, Morozov put everything he had worked out in a birch bark box and walked to Moscow. (6) Trot all the way to get faster. (7) In the morning he will come to the capital, lay out his products in the bazaar, or even smash them right home.

(8) Morozov's fabrics were better than fabrics from other manufacturers, and they were bought very well. (A.P. Rogov)

8. From sentences 1-8 write out a word with the meaning: « Product made of bast, birch bark, splinter and etc., used for packing and carrying various items »

(8) Morozov's fabrics were better than fabrics from other manufacturers, and they were bought very well. (A.P. Rogov)

9. From sentences 3–7 write out a word with the meaning: "1. Dark or bright red color. "2. Expensive clothes made of red fabric as a sign of luxury and grandeur (obsolete)"

(1) The softest and most touching poems, books and paintings were written by Russian poets, writers and artists about autumn. (2) Levitan was waiting for autumn, as the most precious and fleeting time of the year. (3) Autumn removed dense colors from forests, fields, from all nature, washed away the greenery of the grove with rains. (4) The dark colors of summer became transparent. (5) Changed to timid gold, purple and silver. (6) Not only the color of the earth changed, but also the air itself. (7) It was cleaner, colder, and the distances were much deeper than in summer. (K. Paustovsky)

10. From sentences 2–5 write out a word with the meaning: « types of commercial or residential buildings; grocery store, shop, covered shed; hunting platform in the trees ».

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Option 3

1. From sentences 3–5 write out a word with a meaning: "adj. Pertaining to the purchase and sale of large consignments of goods.

(1) In Khokhloma, no wooden utensils and furniture were sharpened, painted or gilded. (2) There was the largest rural trading square in this Trans-Volga region, on which there were long brick storehouses and wooden benches. (3) The largest wholesale fair of wood chips in Russia worked on this square, in other words, a wide variety of wooden products, sledges, barrels, ax handles, small furniture, chiseled painted dishes, washcloths. (4) Purchase and sale was carried out in Khokhloma in such volumes that already in the eighteenth century, the unusually beautiful local golden dishes, bowls, ladles and spoons became the most beloved among the common people throughout Russia. (5) It was he who called them at the place of sale - Khokhloma. (A.P. Rogov)

2. From sentences 3–8 write out a word with the meaning: "Navy blue".

3. From sentences 3–10 write out a word with a meaning: "Still or calm weather with very little wind."

(1) No matter how much you look at the sea, you will never get tired of it. (2) It is always different, new, unprecedented. (3) It changes before our eyes every hour. (4) That it is quiet, light blue, in several places covered with almost white calm tracks. (5) Then it is bright blue, fiery, sparkling. (6) Then it plays with lambs. (7) Then, under a fresh wind, it suddenly becomes dark indigo, woolen, as if it were being stroked against the pile. (8) Then a storm comes up, and it is menacingly transformed. (9) A storm wind drives a large swell. (10) Seagulls fly screaming across the slate sky. (11) Stirred waves drag and throw along the shore the glossy body of a dead dolphin. (12) The sharp green of the horizon stands like a jagged wall above the brown clouds of the storm. (13) Malachite boards of the surf, sweepingly inscribed with runaway zigzags of foam, break on the shore with cannon thunder. (14) Echoes ring bronze in the deafened air. (15) A thin mist of spray hangs like a muslin in the entire enormous height of the shocked cliffs. (16) But the main charm of the sea was in some kind of secret that it always kept in its spaces. (According to V. Kataev)

4. From sentences 5–13 write out a word with the meaning : "Metal stove-temporary".

(1) I read the last novel by Alexander Chernyaev. (2) An unfinished novel, because Chernyaev died of starvation in Leningrad in 1942. (3) In the evening I read an article about Chernyaev. (4) It talked about how he lived in Leningrad during the blockade, how he worked and even went to the very cold, under fire, to the front to speak to the soldiers. (5) And suddenly at the end of the article I read the following, believe it or not:

(6) “In winter, it seems, in January, I went to Chernyaev. (7) It was cold. (8) We put fragments of a chair into the "potbelly stove". (9) Suddenly Chernyaev said:

– (10) A strange story happened to me. (11) The other day I received a parcel. (12) It is not known from whom. (13) There was condensed milk, sugar.

– (14) You really need this, I say.

(15) And he answers:

– (16) Don't children need it? (17) I'm an old man, and you would look at the kids in the next apartment. (18) They still have to live and live.

– (19) And you gave them the parcel?

– (20) And what would you do in my place, young man? Chernyaev asked, and I felt ashamed that I could ask such a question. (According to K. Bulychev)

5. From sentences 1-6 write out a word with a meaning: "Remains of ears, stalks and other waste from threshing".

6. From sentences 2–8 write out a word with the meaning: "1. Russian measure of length, equal to 0.711 meters, used before the introduction of the metric system.

(1) By night in the weather it becomes very cold and dewy. (2) Having breathed in on the threshing floor the rye aroma of new straw and chaff, you cheerfully walk home for dinner past the garden rampart. (3) Voices in the village or the creaking of gates are heard unusually clearly in the icy dawn. (4) It's getting dark. (5) And here is another smell: there is a fire in the garden, and it strongly pulls with fragrant smoke of cherry branches. (6) In the dark, in the depths of the garden - a fabulous picture: just in a corner of hell, a crimson flame is burning near the hut, surrounded by darkness, and someone's black silhouettes, as if carved from ebony, are moving around the fire, while giant shadows from them walk through the apple trees. (7) Either a black hand of several arshins will lie all over the tree, then two legs will be clearly drawn - two black pillars. (8) And suddenly all this will slip from the apple tree - and the shadow will fall along the entire alley, from the hut to the very gate ... (According to I.A. Bunin)

7. From sentences 1–6 write out a word with the meaning: "Platform for threshing compressed bread."

8. From sentences 1–6 write out a word with the meaning: « Peasant low and wide sleigh without seat, with sides diverging apart from the front ».

9. From sentences 2–6 write out a word with the meaning: « wagon, wagon for transportation horse-drawn goods ».

(1) In winter, when the road became smooth and calm, the potter stacked the dishes in rows in the sledge. (2) So that it would not beat, they made straw pads. (3) Entering a foreign village, the seller lured the children and instructed them to run and shout around the village huts for gingerbread, because the double winter windows did not allow them to hear what was happening on the street.

(4) After a short time, noisy housewives surrounded the cart, a crowd formed. (5) “How much is this one?” - the old woman or the young woman asked. (6) “Pour full oats, pour it out and take the pot.”

(7) What did the potters trade? (8) Everything that was required. (9) Large vessels, like jugs, with narrow necks, were called korchags. (10) They stored grain and other bulk products. (11) Krinka, glazed around the edges, held a bucket of water and served for baking pies. (12) Pots of all sizes, small stavtsy, stavtsy or kashniki were used for cooking food and pouring milk left on sour cream and yogurt. (13) Resin and tar were stored in jars with narrow necks. (14) In rylniks, sour cream was churned into butter, in frets - wide and deep clay plates - they fried and steamed food for weekdays and holidays. (According to V. Belov)

10. From sentences 8–14 write out a word with the meaning: « Clay jug for heating milk or butter ».

Option 4

1. From sentence 1 write out a synonym for the word "taiga"

(1) A powerful array of trees is approaching me. (2) I still do not quite understand that this forest is frighteningly quiet. Afraid to break this ominous silence, I enter under the vaults of the gloomy green of the cedar. (3) The crunch of a branch under the foot disturbs the peace of the taiga: and now one can clearly hear the rustle of rotten needles under the paws of a small animal, the rustling of bark from the movement of nimble squirrels along the trunks of trees, the rustle of strong wings of shy birds. (From the story of V.P. Astafiev)

2. Write out an individual author's neologism (occasionalism)

(1) As a plowshare, a fat layer is pleasant,

How the steppe lies in the April twist!

(2) Well, hello, black earth: be courageous, big-eyed ...

(3) Eloquent silence in work. (O. Mandelstam)

3. Indicate the name of the term denoting the words coined by V. Khlebnikov

Curse of laughter.

Oh, laugh, laughers!

That they laugh with laughter, that they laugh with laughter,

Oh, laugh wickedly!

Oh, mocking laughs - the laughter of clever laughers!

Oh, laugh merrily, laughter of mocking laughers!

Smeyevo, smeyevo,

Smile, dare, laughers, laughers,

Laughs, laughs.

Oh, laugh, laughers!

Oh, laugh laughers!

4. Write out an individual author's neologism (occasionalism)

Where the waxwings lived

Where they swayed quietly ate,

Have flown, flown away

A flock of light timers.

Where they quietly ate,

Where poyuny sang a cry,

Have flown, flown away

A flock of light timers ... ( V. Khlebnikov)

5. Write down an individual author's neologism (occasionalism)

Restless chickens chuckle

Over the shafts of the plow,

In the yard I will have a slender dinner

The roosters are singing.

And in the window on the canopy are sloped,

From the fearful noise

From the corners puppies are curly

They crawl into collars. (S. Yesenin)

6. From sentences 1-3 write out an individual author's neologism (occasionalism)

(1) Silver bell,

You sing? (2) Does the heart dream?

(3) Light from pink icon

On my golden eyelashes.

(4) Let it not be me that gentle boy

In the flutter of dove wings,

My dream is joyful and meek

About an unearthly copse. (S. Yesenin)

7. From sentences 7-10 write out an individual author's neologism (occasionalism)

(1) The dawn calls out to another,

The oatmeal is smoking...

(2) I remembered you, dear,

My decrepit mother.

(3) As before, walking on a hillock,

Clutching your crutch in your hand,

You're looking at the moonlittle

Floating on a sleepy river.

(4) And you think bitterly, I know

With great anxiety and sadness,

That your son is on his father's side

Doesn't hurt at all.

(5) Then you go to the churchyard

And, staring at the stone point-blank,

You sigh so gently and simply

For my brothers and sisters.

(6) Let us grow knife,

And the sisters grew like May,

You are still alive

Don't get sad.

(7) Enough mourning! (8)Enough!

(9) And it's time for you to peep,

That the apple tree hurts too

Lose their copper leaves.

(10) After all, joy is rare,

Like a spring link in the morning,

And to me - than to rot on the branches -

It's better to burn in the wind . (S. Yesenin)

8. From sentences 2-6 write out an individual author's neologism (occasionalism)

(1) Sweet hands - a pair of swans -

Dive into the gold of my hair.

(2) Everything in this world is made of people

The song of love is sung and repeated.

(3) I sang and I was once far away

And now I sing about the same thing again

(4) That's why he breathes deeply

Tenderness impregnated word.

(5) If you love the soul to the bottom,

The heart will become a lump of gold.

(6) Tehran moon only

Will not warm the songs with warmth . (S. Yesenin)

9. From sentence 2 write out an individual author's neologism (occasionalism)

(1) Like the skeletons of skinny cranes,

There are plucked willows,

Melting copper fins.

(2) Already golden eggs of leaves on the ground

They can’t warm with a wooden belly,

Do not breed chicks - verbena. (S. Yesenin)

10. Write out an individual author's neologism (occasionalism) from the sentence

Then, when it got easier,

When the shaking stopped

On the fifth day in the evening

My cold has subsided. (S. Yesenin)

Option 5

(material taken from the bank of open tasks)

1. From sentences 6-8 write down the word with the meaning: « a mixed bag of dissimilar elements »

2. From sentence 8 write out a synonym for the words " well-groomed, well-groomed, cherished »

(1) In the air, an odorous stream poured the aroma of newly blossomed levkoy, mignonette. (2) Lilac, like a bride, stood all with swollen buds. (3) Brushed acacia trees formed living green walls, and tiny garden sofas and cast-iron round tables cozily hid in them. (4) In these niches, reminiscent of green nests, I wanted to rest. (5) In general, the gardener knew his business well. (6) Camellias bloomed in winter, tulips and hyacinths delighted the eye in early spring. (7) Cucumbers and fresh strawberries were served in February; in summer, the garden turned into a fragrant flower garden. (8) Only a few dark firs, firs and old cedars eloquently testified that these well-groomed lilacs, acacias, poplars and thousands of beautiful flowers that covered flowerbeds and beds with flowery mosaics were grown in the north. (According to D. Mamin-Sibiryak)

3. From sentence 3 write out a contextual synonym for the word niches (sentence 4)

4. From sentence 8 write out a synonym for the words " short, concise »

(1) The study of the psychology of children's friendship is an important area of modern scientific research. (2) This is explained by the fact that friendships are the most important need of adolescent children. (3) It is at this time that the awareness of one's own individuality and the gradual comprehension of the concepts of "friend", "comrade", "buddy" take place. (4) However, these conclusions of scientists are not new. (5) Science confirms the observations described in classic works of fiction. (6) Outstanding writers of different eras, nationalities and literary movements have long told the world about the first childhood friendship. (7) It arises between peers and largely determines the development of their characters and characteristics of human behavior in the future. (8) This is exactly what one of the proverbs says in an extremely laconic form: “What kind of friendship you make, such a life you will spend.”

5. Write the name of the term for the words "see, listen, verb"

Arise prophet, and see and hearken.

Fulfilled by my will

And, bypassing the seas and lands,

Verb burn people's hearts. ( A.S. Pushkin)

6. From the sentence write out a synonym for the words " walk, go »

It was good for them to walk along this deaf path, slap their bare feet on the dewy grass, listen to the birds and talk about smart nature, which provided for everything and saved everything for the benefit of all living things.

7. From the sentence, write out a synonym for the words " to make noise, to make a fuss, to be naughty »

(1) The jokes gradually stopped. (2) Distrust gave way to curiosity. (3) The most troubled ones approached the pits and, giggling, tried the water. (4) And they immediately jumped back. (5) And the most curious, gaping at the edge, was pushed right in their clothes. (6) And he, no longer trying to get out, continued to swim to the laughter and encouraging cries from the crowd.

(7) Then several guys climbed at once, with groans and gasps, as if frightened by rotten water, but it was clear that they were not afraid at all, because they began to buzz right away: splashing, splashing, letting fountains out of their mouths ...

8. From the sentences write out a synonym for the words " strongly, extremely, extremely, very, extremely »

(1) We rented a boat and paddled upstream. (2) The river was humble, completely overgrown along the stretches and shores, in some places illuminated by yellow lamps of water lilies and heavily littered with forest from spring rafting.

9. From the sentence write out a synonym for the words "boy, teenager, youth »

And they were so different: Zakhar - a black-haired strong man, with curly hair, you can barely let them go by a centimeter, Andryusha - Nesterov's blue-eyed boy, with white, light tresses that burned out in the sun, which he grabbed with a red scarf.

10. Write down the spoken word

Tried? I glanced at the cheese.

Dad said it was delicious.

Of course, delicious, since he ate it yesterday on both cheeks!

And now you don’t hamster like you’re having dinner for the last time, ”I laughed. -

Option 6

1. From sentences 1-7 write out a word with the meaning: “ Large thick book ».

(1) Reading aloud at home is very close. (2) When the whole family reads one book together for several evenings in a row, this involuntarily entails an exchange of thoughts. (3) If this book is large and read for a long time, it turns into a family friend, its characters come to life and enter our house.

(4) When I look at the books that are on our shelves, I can mentally divide them into several departments: real folios, classics, modern books, reference books, dictionaries, textbooks, and so on. (5) But I can mentally put together on a special shelf the books that we read together and aloud. (6) We know them, remember, love them like no other.

(7) How to choose a time so that several family members can immediately gather at the table? (8) Don't pick a time? (9) It is located in order to watch TV together! (10) Don't we sometimes sit in front of him for hours, even when nothing special is shown? (11) A book page is a huge screen that the best TV never dreamed of!

(12) I advise you, I ask you, I persuade you - try it! (13) Try reading at home together and out loud! (14) There was something like that in joint home reading, if people of different generations remember it with excitement and gratitude . (S. Lvov)

2. From sentences 20–25 write out a well-known phraseological saying, which is used in this text in a truncated form

(1) Earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, volcanic eruptions bring losses and victims in which people are not to blame - we still do not know how to regulate the elements. (2) For which you have to pay. (3) However, some forces of nature are already under control, and if they still harm us, it is only through the fault of people.

(4)Thunderstorm. (5) One of the majestic atmospheric phenomena. (6) The discharge voltage reaches a million volts, the current reaches hundreds of thousands of amperes. (7) But we can confidently say: for more than a hundred years, not a single object equipped with serviceable lightning protection has been struck by lightning. (8) None! (9) The nature of thunderstorms was studied by Lomonosov and Franklin more than two hundred years ago, and now the calculation of lightning protection for any object is included in the programs of student course projects and is considered a very easy task. (10) It is only necessary to constantly monitor the serviceability of these simple devices, as required by the rules. (11) And it’s completely in vain that the heavenly “arrows” are blamed for forest fires, although there are no lightning rods in the taiga. (12) Fires blaze not from heavenly fire, but from earthly fire.

(13) "Electric" fires are no less surprising. (14) For some reason, short circuits are called the cause of these fires. (15) They say, what can you do: the wires are stupid, closed - what can you take from them? (16) But there was not, is not and will not be a fire from a short circuit in the world - the cause of the fire is a malfunction of the protective device.

(17) Our winter is accompanied by natural phenomena called frosts. (18) And ... accidents in water conduits, pipelines, central heating systems ... (19) But even a 60-degree frost did not and will not lead to the destruction of these communications - they break from ice, into which water turns when there is a power failure. (20) In these cases, if the heat supply cannot be quickly restored, it is necessary to drain the water from the system, for which special valves are provided. (21) The operation is simple, uncomplicated, isn't it? (22) But they don’t drain. (23) Ice forms in pipes, radiators, its volume is slightly larger than that of water, but this “slightly” is enough to destroy the radiator. (24) And then for weeks, months in the cold, they repair the heating system broken by sloppiness. (25) And every year - the same rake. (26) Maybe not everyone knows the proverb: “Spare a penny, pay with a ruble”? (27) Everyone knows. (28) But why bother, maybe the thunder won’t strike, and the winter will be warm (the climate, they say, is changing). (29) And if trouble strikes, in a disaster you can always blame the atmospheric phenomenon. (According to G. Chernikov)

3. From sentences 8–15 write out a phraseological unit with the meaning: “ call that goes unanswered ».

(2) “Please,” he says quite seriously to the baby, “you can go for a walk, but inform me or your mother.”

(According to N. Gal)

4. From sentences 5–11 write out a phraseological unit with the meaning: “ sound the alarm ».

(1) A young father strictly reprimands his four-year-old daughter for running out into the yard without asking and almost getting hit by a car.

(2) - Please, - he says quite seriously to the baby, - you can walk, but inform me or mom.

(3) This is not an invention of a feuilletonist, but a genuine, inadvertently overheard conversation.

(4) Or they seriously write in an article about the work of the crew of the space station: “The sampling (!) of samples of exhaled air was carried out.” (5) This fence would not have flown into space if they had not been embarrassed to say simply: the astronauts took samples. (6) But no, it's undignified!

(7) You hear, you see, you read this - and you want to sound the alarm again and again, cry out, beg, persuade: BEWARE OF THE OFFICE!

(8) This is the most common, most malignant disease of our speech. (9) Once a rare connoisseur of the Russian language and a magician of the word, Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky branded it with an exact, murderous name. (10) His article was called that - “Office”, and it truly sounded like SOS. (11) I do not dare to say that it was the voice of one crying in the wilderness: fortunately, there are knights who, sparing no effort, fight for the honor of the Word. (12) But, alas, we must face the truth: the clerk does not give up, he is advancing, expanding. (13) This is a cursed and pernicious disease of our speech. (14) Alien, destructive cells are growing rapidly - hateful clichés that carry neither thoughts, nor feelings, nor a penny of information, but only clog and oppress the living, useful core.

(15) We are so poisoned by the clerk that sometimes we completely lose our sense of humor. (16) And no longer in a novel, but in life, in the most ordinary setting, a quite modest person seriously says to another: “I express my gratitude to you.” (According to N. Gal)

5. From sentences 1-10 write out a word with the meaning: “ who has lost his good name and worthy position in society.

(1) Is mercy being exercised in our lives? (2) ... Is there a constant compulsion for this feeling? (3) How often do we receive a call to him? (4) In the “Monument”, where every word is so pronounced, Pushkin sums up the merits of his poetry with the classic formula:

And for a long time I will be kind to the people,

That I aroused good feelings with lyre,

That in my cruel age I glorified freedom

And he called for mercy on the fallen.

(5) No matter how you interpret the last line, in any case it is a direct appeal to mercy. (6) It would be worthwhile to trace how Pushkin persistently pursues this theme in his poetry and prose. (7) From "The Feast of Peter the Great", from "The Captain's Daughter", "Shot", "Station Master" - mercy for the fallen becomes a moral requirement for Russian literature, one of the writer's highest duties. (8) During the 19th century, Russian writers urged to see in such a downtrodden, insignificant official of the fourteenth grade, as a stationmaster, a person with a noble soul, worthy of love and respect. (9) Pushkin's testament of mercy to the fallen permeates the work of Gogol and Turgenev, Nekrasov and Dostoevsky, Tolstoy and Korolenko, Chekhov and Leskov.

(10) This is not only a direct call for mercy like "Mumu", but it is also an appeal by writers to heroes humiliated and insulted, orphans, wretched, infinitely lonely, unhappy, to the fallen, like Sonechka Marmeladova, like Katyusha Maslova.

(11) A living feeling of compassion, guilt, repentance in the work of great and small writers of Russia grew and expanded, thus winning popular recognition and authority.

(12) Mercy to call on the fallen - the upbringing of this feeling, the return to it, the call to it - the need is urgent, difficult to estimate. (13) I am convinced that our literature, especially today, cannot abandon Pushkin's testament. (According to D. Granin)

6. From sentences 1-7 write out a word with the meaning: “ make available to the people ».

(1) Galina Ulanova had universal fame. (2) And the uniqueness of her personality in the artistic culture of the twentieth century becomes more and more obvious over the years.

(3) Ulanova belongs to those rare artists who open up new possibilities in their art. (4) She, we are not afraid to say, democratized the art of ballet. (5) By means of dance, plasticity, she conveyed the most difficult experiences of her heroines, conveyed the thought "with the clarity of daylight." (6) The great ballerina brought an unprecedented life authenticity to the most conditional genre of ballet. (7) To dance Shakespeare, and so that they say about it that this is really a Shakespearean image, that there was no such Juliet even in the drama, means to open a new page in ballet art.

(8) She has no equal in the "poetry of dance", in the art of dance expressiveness. (9) She created not just unforgettable images, but created her own artistic world - the realm of human spirituality "- and introduced the audience to it, gave them "a new gift of feeling and understanding of the world", as pianist S. Richter noted.

(According to E. Bruskova)

7. From sentences 28-31 write out a word with the meaning: “ well developed, able to perform complex tasks ».

(27) It is pleasant to do science because, like an umbrella over your head, it protects you from small, corrosive, landslide troubles, not allowing them to dominate the soul. (28) Resentment at a friend who said something wrong or wrong, criticism from the authorities, a scandal in the family, an incomprehensible malaise - any negative factor loses its force as soon as we plunge into the world of our own research. (29) Even the most skillful brain is not able to simultaneously classify the accumulated material and the accumulated troubles. (30) In this regard, science is healing for health. (31) Science helps to survive even trouble, because, although for a short time, it strongly and firmly takes possession of the affected consciousness. (According to V. Kharchenko)

8. From sentences 5-12, write out the word with the meaning: “obsolete, obsolete, outdated”

(1) The outstanding Russian writer Leonid Leonov called the book a disinterested and faithful friend. (2) A young programmer in one of the recent TV shows called the book a pile of dusty paper. (3) There was childish pugnacity in his words, he probably wanted to tease the silent audience with his impudence, and several enthusiastic fans rewarded the young "troublemaker" with applause. (4) No, I’m not going to groan at all about spoiled morals, I understand very well the laws of a television talk show, where outrageous, shocking bravado is needed in order to give a spicy taste to boring and banal conversations. (5) It seemed to me strange, insultingly strange, submissive, some kind of mournful funeral silence of the adult audience.

(6) We somehow very obediently agreed that the book was hopelessly outdated and now its place is among the dusty museum exhibits. (7) Today we are surrounded by very useful and smart machines: microwave ovens, vacuum cleaners, home theaters, refrigerators ... (8) All this technology has made human life more comfortable, freed up a lot of time. (9) Now you don’t have to carry water from the well, you don’t have to wring out washed clothes, you don’t have to go to the other end of the city to watch a sensational movie! (10) Everything is nearby, almost any desire can be instantly fulfilled, as if by magic, with a slight movement of the hand. (11) And against the background of these fashionable machines, studded with buttons, toggle switches, flashing lights, a tight stack of stitched paper seems to many to be something archaic, some kind of ridiculous rudiment that accidentally survived in the turbulent streams of progress.

(12) No, the book has not become worse, it still fulfills its purpose, it also patiently and kindly teaches a person, selflessly conveys to him the wisdom carefully collected by our ancestors. (13) But we have changed, we imagined ourselves to be the owners of some untold wealth, conquerors of some inaccessible spiritual heights ... (14) But in fact, we just let ourselves be fooled: we were inspired that fashionable is what is necessary, that everything new is better than what was before . (According to I. Kosolapov)

9. From the sentences, write out a word with the meaning: “ the composition and relative position of the parts of any structure »

(1) By the end of the 19th century, the largest ships were battleships. (2) Covered with thick iron sheathing, armed with heavy guns, they then represented a real miracle of technology. (3)The latest achievements in the field of mechanics, heat engineering, communications, electrical engineering, optics were embodied in their design. (4) Their power was especially impressive against the background of the situation in the ground armies, which, having also received new weapons, still retained their previous structure and methods of warfare. (5) Therefore, it was assumed that it was the squadrons of battleships, having converged among themselves in a pitched battle, that would decide the outcome of the coming war. (6) And cruisers, somewhat worse armed, but with greater speed and range, were intended for reconnaissance and bringing battleships to combat positions.

10. From sentences 1 - 8 write out an individual author's word (occasionalism)

(1) People want to be happy - this is their natural need. (2) But where is the very core of happiness? (3) (I’ll note right away that I’m only thinking, and not uttering truths that I myself only aspire to.) (4) Is she hiding in a comfortable apartment, good food, smart clothes? (5) Yes and no. (6) No - for the reason that, having all these wealth, a person can suffer from various mental hardships. (7) Does it lie in health? (8) Of course, yes, but at the same time, no.

(9) Gorky wisely and slyly remarked that life will always be bad enough so that the desire for the best does not fade away in humanity. (10) And Chekhov wrote: “If you want to be an optimist and understand life, then stop believing what they say and write, but observe for yourself and delve into it.” (11) Pay attention to the beginning of the phrase: "If you want to be an optimist ..." (12) And yet - "dig into it yourself."

(13) In the hospital, I lay plastered up to my chest for almost six months on my back, but when the unbearable pains passed, I was cheerful. (14) The sisters asked: “Rozov, why are you so cheerful?” (15) And I answered: “What? It’s my leg that hurts, but I’m healthy.” (16) My spirit was healthy. (V. Rozov)

Dmitry Mamin-Sibiryak

mountain nest

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When the gentleman arrives, the master will judge us...

Nekrasov

In confirmation of her words, Raisa Pavlovna stamped her foot and moved her white eyebrows that had come out. She was in a morning debility and nervously held her right hand, in which a scribbled sheet of notepaper swayed. The letter found Raisa Pavlovna still in bed; she loved to luxuriate until twelve o'clock. But this piece of written paper made her jump up at an unspecified time with the same speed with which an electric spark throws a sleeping cat up. Her first thought, when she skimmed through the letter, was to send for Rodion Antonych.

The maid left, closing the door carefully behind her. The rays of the hot May sun burst in dusty streaks through the large windows; under the desk a brown pointing dog was snoring peacefully. Nine o'clock struck in the next room. No, it was unbearable! Raisa Pavlovna pulled the sonnet.

- Well? she yelled at Afanasia, who had appeared, in her hoarse, unpleasant voice.

- Now they will, sir.

- It can be seen that he is sitting in his chicken coop?

- Exactly like that. They have a second hen raising chickens ...

Raisa Pavlovna spat angrily and hurried up and down the study. The maid hesitantly continued to stay at the door.

- Why are you sticking around like a stuffed pea? the flustered mistress interrupted her angrily.

- When do you want me to get dressed?

- Oh, yes ... Once I ... Bring the Orenburg scarf for now.

The maid disappeared like a shadow. Raisa Pavlovna sank into an armchair and fell into thought. She was very ugly at the present moment: a yellow, wrinkled face, with bags under her eyes, unpleasantly bulging gray eyes, the remnants of blond hair whipped up in tufts on her head, and an obese plumpness that spoiled her neck, shoulders and waist. Near the mouth and around the eyes there are fine wrinkles that appear in women under fifty. "A witch... No, worse: an old woman," Raisa Pavlovna sometimes thought when she looked in the mirror. Meanwhile, she was once very, very beautiful, at least men found her so, for which she had the most irrefutable evidence. But the beautiful forms and lines were swollen with fat, the skin turned yellow, the eyes faded and faded; the all-destroying hand of time mercilessly touched everything, leaving under this crumbling shell a woman who, like a ruined rich man, at every step had to experience the deceit and black ingratitude of her best friends. Perhaps this last circumstance gave Raisa Pavlovna's sallow face a defiant and embittered expression.

- Leave it! Raisa Pavlovna said capriciously, when the maid, throwing a scarf over her bare shoulders, casually straightened her rumpled skirt. - Yes, immediately send a second mailing list for Rodion Antonych. Do you hear?

An agonizing ten minutes passed, and still Rodion Antonich did not come. Raisa Pavlovna was lying in her armchair with half-closed eyes, for the hundredth time going over several phrases that climbed into her head: “General Blinov is an honest man ... individual, which enjoys limitless influence over the general; she, Seems, is set against you, and especially against Sakharov. Caution and caution…”

The office where Raisa Pavlovna now sat was a high corner room with three windows overlooking the main square of the Kukarsky plant, and two into a shady garden, behind the torn line of which a strip of the factory pond gleamed, and behind it the contours of the toiling mountains rose with pressed lines. In the middle of the room stood an enormous writing-table, littered with books, plans, and a thousand costly knick-knacks, which occupied the center of the table in disorderly heaps. Underfoot lay a moth-tainted bearskin. The painted ceiling and velvet blue wallpaper gave the room an air of luxury, albeit with a formal touch that pervaded the whole setting. Despite all her efforts, Raisa Pavlovna could not get rid of this official note, and finally made peace with her. Several well-made paintings hung in the piers; on the inner wall, above a wide ottoman, deer antlers with weapons hung on them were placed. The air was saturated with the smoke of good cigars, the stubs of which littered the windows and on the table. In a word, it was the office of the chief manager of the Kukarsky factories, and all the chief managers, attorneys and trustees do not like to embarrass themselves with the situation.

While waiting for Rodion Antonych, Raisa Pavlovna skimmed through the letter she had received for the third time. It was from St. Petersburg, from Prokhor Sazonych Zagnetkin, chief accountant at the St. Petersburg office of the factory owner Laptev. Prokhor Sazonych rarely wrote, but on the other hand, each of his letters was always interesting for that businesslike thoroughness, which only very practical people differ. Even in this small and neat handwriting, in which Prokhor Sazonych wrote, one could feel the firm hand of a real businessman, which he really was. Occupying a fairly prominent post in the office and taking advantage of his position in the capital, where everything could always be scouted and found out on time and at hand, Zagnetkin served Raisa Pavlovna as the most efficient correspondent, informing her of the slightest changes and fluctuations in the official atmosphere. True, he wrote unevenly, with digressions and running ahead, he constantly struggled - and not in his favor - with spelling, like most self-taught, but these small flaws in the “calm” were redeemed by other invaluable virtues. Zagnetkin was to Raisa Pavlovna what a thermometer is to a gardener in a greenhouse. The behind-the-scenes side of any private service, especially the factory one, is the most fierce struggle for existence, where every inch upwards is done on other people's backs. You can schematically depict what, for example, was going on in the hierarchy of the Kukarsky factories, as follows: imagine a completely conical mountain, on top of which stands the factory owner Laptev himself; From below, hundreds of people are running, climbing and crawling from all sides, pushing and overtaking each other. The higher, the stronger the crush; on the top of the mountain, near the factory owner himself, only a few people can fit, and the lucky ones who got here find it most difficult to maintain balance and not slide downhill.

Raisa Pavlovna, as the wife of the chief manager of the Kukarsky factories, has survived and is experiencing all the accidents of her high position and therefore knows how to appreciate every strong hand that helps her maintain an outstanding position. Such a hand was Prokhor Sazonych Zagnetkin. As a woman, Raisa Pavlovna treated everything that happened around her and with herself with great passion, and in her eyes the whole confusion of the events taking place in the factory world was colored too brightly. Such a bright color is considered a huge disadvantage in scientific research, but in practice it brings undoubted benefits. Perhaps Raisa Pavlovna partly owes this peculiarity of hers to the fact that, despite all the upheavals and upheavals, she firmly and invariably retained power in her hands for several years. And now, rereading Zagnetkin's letter, she was very agitated, like an old warhorse who smelled gunpowder smoke. Here is what Prokhor Sazonych wrote to her:

“I already wrote to you that Evgeny Konstantinovich (the factory owner) became very close to General Blinov, and not only became close, but even completely fell under his influence. Blinov served as a professor, a lawyer, a man not stupid and stupid at the same time. You will see for yourself what kind of bird. Now busy with the project of financial reforms to be carried out in the factories. What kind of project this is is still unknown, but Blinov managed to convince Yevgeny Konstantinych to go to the Urals today, and this means something, and you can judge from this how strong the influence of the general is. I must tell you that Blinov himself is perhaps not as terrible as he may seem, but he is under the influence of one person who seems to be prejudiced against you and especially against Sakharov. Warn him, and let him take appropriate measures for the arrival of Yevgeny Konstantinovich. For the time being, I can’t say anything about this person who is now twirling the Blinovs, but there are some circumstances that show that this person already has relations with Tetyuev. This means that one can argue that the whole trip of Yevgeny Konstantinovich was the work of Tetyuev’s hands, and maybe Vershinin and Maisel are operating along with him, on whom one can never hope: they will sell ... I will also tell you, Raisa Pavlovna, that you still don’t beware: the Lord is merciful! And you ask me about Preyn, how is he? - I will say one thing, that is still, like a weather vane, spinning in the wind. But all the same, if anyone can and should be hoped for, it is Preyn: Yevgeny Konstantinovich will never part with him, and General Blinov is here today, and tomorrow there is no trace. I know that it would be interesting for you to know what kind of person this person is, who twirls the general - I found out and so far I found out only that she lives with the general in civilian form, is very ugly and middle-aged. I will try to find out everything in more detail and then I will describe.

“You… what are you doing to me?! - Raisa Pavlovna spoke with loud notes of restrained anger.

- I? Rodion Antonych was surprised, straightening his summer coat from Kolomyanka.

- Yes, you ... I sent for you three times, and you are sitting in your chicken coop and do not want to know anything in the world. Finally, it's shameless!

- I'm sorry, Raisa Pavlovna. After all, it's still ten o'clock in the yard.

- Here, enjoy! Raisa Pavlovna thrust a crumpled letter under Rodion Antonich's nose. - You only know that your tenth hour ...

"From Prokhor Sazonych, sir..." Rodion Antonych said thoughtfully, arming his fleshy nose with tortoise-shell spectacles and first examining the letter from a distance.

- Yes, read ... ugh! .. Like an old woman getting off the stove ...

- It will be necessary to consult with Platon Vasilyevich ...

- Yes, you seem to be completely crazy today: I will consult with Platon Vassilich... Ha-ha!.. That's why I called you here!.. If you want to know, then Platon Vasilyich will not see this letter as his own ears. Haven't you found anything more foolish to advise me? Who is Platon Vasilyevich? - a fool and nothing more ... Yes, finally speak, or get out of where you came from! What drives me crazy is this person who is traveling with General Blinov. Notice that the word individual emphasized?

- Exactly like that.

- This is what infuriates me ... Prokhor Sazonych will not underline words for nothing.

- No, it will not. Oh, it won't! - Rodion Antonych spoke in some whining voice. - And there is about me: “they are especially opposed to Sakharov” ... I can’t make out anything! ..

- If Laptev was traveling only with General Blinov and Preyn, it would all be trifles, but here a person got involved. Who is she? What does she have to do with us?

Rodion Antonich made a sour grimace and only raised his sloping, fat shoulders.

“It’s Tetyuev and Maisel who are letting the mechanics down,” said Rodion Antonych.

- And again stupid: he told such news! Who does not know this ... well, tell me, who does not know this? And Vershinin, and Maisel, and Tetyuev, and everyone has long wanted to push us off the spot; even I can't vouch for you in this case, but that's all nonsense and that's not the point. You tell me: who is this person who is traveling with Blinov?

- Don't know.

- So find out! Ah, Lord! God! Be sure to find out, and today! .. Everything depends on this: we must prepare. It is strange that Prokhor Sazonych did not try to find out about her ... Probably some kind of capital burnout.

- Here's the thing, Raisa Pavlovna, - Rodion Antonych spoke, taking off his glasses, - after all, Blinov studied, it seems, with Prozorov ...

- So, it will be possible to find out from Prozorov.

“Ah, indeed… How did it not occur to me? Indeed, what better! So, so ... You immediately, Rodion Antonych, go to Prozorov and find out everything from him side by side. After all, Prozorov is a talker, and everything in the world can be learned from him ... Excellent! ..

“No, it would be better for you to go to Prozorov yourself, Raisa Pavlovna ...” Rodion Antonych spoke with a sour grimace.

- Why?

- Yes, so ... You know that Prozorov hates me ...

- Well, that's nonsense ... He hates me, as he hates the whole world.

“Still, it’s more convenient for you, Raisa Pavlovna. You visit Prozorov, and I ...

- Well, to hell with you, get out to your chicken coop! Raisa Pavlovna interrupted angrily, tugging at the sonnet. - Athanasya! Get dressed ... but quicker! .. You will come in an hour or two, Rodion Antonich!

"Oh, that's rubbish," thought Rodion Antonych, getting out of the office.