"Okoymy Przemysl"

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In his "History of the Russian State", in the second chapter (narration based on the Nestorov Chronicle), the outstanding Russian writer - sovereign, mentor, that is, Pushkin's spiritual father Nikolai Mikhailovich Karamzin very clearly described the origin of the Slavic tribes.

« Many Slavs, - considered Karamzin, - tribesmen with the Lyakhs who lived on the banks of the Vistula, settled on the Dnieper in the Kiev province and were called glades from their clean fields. Such an ethnos disappeared in ancient Russia, but his name became the common name of the Poles, the founders of the Polish state». « From this same tribe, - wrote Karamzin, - there were two brothers, Radim and Vyatko, the heads of the Radimichs and Vyatichs: the first chose a dwelling for himself on the banks of the Sozh, in the Mogilev province, and the second on the Oka, in Kaluga, Tula or Orel. The Drevlyans, so named from their forest land, lived in the Volyn province. It is still accepted to think so. And the neighbors of the Vyatichi tribe with east side from the basins of the Oka and Zhizdra rivers there was a tribe of skilful Krivichi».

On the map of the modern Russian Federation, the territory of the Kaluga region is sewn into the mosaic of the Central federal district between 54 and 55 degrees north latitude and 36-37 degrees east longitude. About 4 percent of the region's area is occupied by the territory of the Przemysl region, located on the banks of the Oka to the south of the regional center.

Location on the map of the modern Kaluga province municipal formation "Przemysl district" - in the east of the region. East and rapture are similar words in the sound structure in Russian. The rising of the sun in the east of the sky delights the farmer. Therefore, the eastern end of the earth is the most beautiful. So it is in the land of Kaluga: its Przemysl region is delightfully beautiful!

The author of the excellent book in 1998 about Przemysl - a quiet district town of the Kaluga region - was Sergei Fedorovich Pitirimov, a man of active modesty, a wise, and therefore alien to any rhetoric and public relations lyric poet. He spoke with sincere love about his cultural predecessors. This is the forest professor Toursky, playwright and translator Lyubimov, the son of the chief of police and the most educated encyclopedist Brillianty.

In 2004, I took part in the elections to the Legislative Assembly of the Kaluga Region in the Przemysl constituency. During the pre-election period, as a campaign material, he wrote a documentary essay "Blue-eyed Oka - Russian Shores", published in 2004 in the form of a propaganda brochure by the printing house "Polygraphinform". The book "Okoyomy of Przemysl" is the fulfillment of a "candidate's" duty to voters from the banks of the Oka.

In this story, I tried to complement my senior comrade and friend from the Kaluga Writers' Organization S.F.Pitirimov, who has been in Eternity since 2000. My contribution is information about the modern administrative structure of the municipality, a story about Tsiolkovsky's travels on a bicycle to the village of Korekozevo, as well as personal memories of the outstanding lyricists of Oka - Sergei Pitirimov, Anatoly Kukhtinov, journalist and poet Alexei Zolotin.

Chapter 7. Eye of culture

On the way to Przemysl

Month on the right side

Alexander Pushkin left to the Russian people not only genius poems, but also wonderful prose: dramas, stories and traveller's notes. In the first chapter “ Traveling to Arzrum "he wrote:" From Moscow I went to Kaluga, Belyov and Oryol, thus making 200 extra versts, but I saw Ermolov».

Perhaps, driving through the Przemysl fields, the poet once again indulged in the sadness of loneliness among the vast expanses, and verses sounded in his heart:

I drove to you: living dreams
A playful crowd followed me,
And the month on the right side
Zealous accompanied my run.

Stay of A.S. Pushkin in the vicinity of Przemysl is nowhere noted, but he could not pass them on his trip in 1829, because his path ran along the old Kaluga-Kozelsky tract.

The brothers Kireevsky, Ivan Vasilievich and Pyotr Vasilievich, N.V. Gogol, A.K. Tolstoy, F.M.Dostoevsky, V.A.Zhukovsky, F.I.Tyutchev, A.N. Maikov, have repeatedly visited Przemysl. A. A. Fet, A. N. Apukhtin, M. M. Prishvin, who visited the Optina Monastery. LN Tolstoy stopped in Przemysl, making a trip to Shamordino and Optino.

Memory of the warm earth

The remarkable Russian writer I. Sokolov-Mikitov called his homeland, the Przemysl region, "Warm Land" and always recalled it with the deepest affection:

« The modest nature of the places where I spent the first years of my adult life did not shine with lush beauty. There were no majestic mountains and rocks surrounded by clouds, spectacular, seductive for artists, stunning panoramas. It was the usual Russian expanse: fields, forests, villages with thatched and wooden roofs overgrown with velvet moss, with dull little windows, from which the pale faces of people peeped out. You drive, drive, it used to be tens of miles, and no matter how it changes, the landscape around you hardly moves».

« From my mother, a Kaluga hereditary peasant woman, I borrowed love for the word, anxiety of character, from my father - love for nature, a lyrical make-up of the soul.

Trips with my father, walks in the forest, fishing in a quiet pond overgrown with water lilies, every cherished corner of which I still remember, the stories and tales of my father left an indelible impression. Together with my travel dreams, my father awakened in me a passion for hunting».

“In the fate and tastes of each person, his childhood, the environment in which he lived, was brought up and grew up, is of great importance. The words we hear from our mothers, the color of the sky we saw for the first time, the road running away into the distance, the overgrown river bank, the curly birch under the window of our home forever remain in our memory ”.

Ivan Sergeevich Sokolov-Mikitov lived a long and difficult life. He was born on May 17 (29), 1892, and died on February 20, 1975.

Distant birds

In August 1950, the poet Bulat Shalvovich Okudzhava came to this region. In Shamordino, in a rural school, he taught Russian language and literature, many times he visited Przemysl and the surrounding villages. The impressions of being on the banks of the Oka were vividly reflected in the first book of the poet "Lyrics", published by the Kaluga book publishing house in 1956.

Bulat Shalvovich says:

Creative meetings with the prose writer Vladimir Koblikov, poets Valentin Ermakov, Mikhail Kuzkin are memorable for the workers of the district.

Oka-Russian woman

Khakas came by nationality from the banks of the Yenisei to the banks of the Oka to live, serve and write poetry. Last years Mikhail Kuzkin-Voronetsky spent his life in the village of Andreevskoye, where for many hours at all seasons he stomped on the high coastal terrace, mesmerized by the sublunary view of the Oka valley. He loved this land with all his heart and sang it.

Kuzkin is a remarkable master of lyrical descriptions of the nature of the Kaluga region and passionate relationships with women.

... We sail to Tarusa along the big Oka,
And stays aloof behind us
Kaluga - a little alien in the distance, -
Overwhelmed by hot forests.

The bend in the sun is so sharp
And the coast is receding so gently ...
Crawling among the oak trees like the smoke of a fire
A winding narrow road.

... The river distance is light and deep.
And the world is so open today! Right,
I never thought that Oka.
It is so full and dignified.

I look at the coast from under my arm
And I do not think for long in dismay:
How did you live, Russia, without the Oka -
With the Volga alone?

... I remember how by the end of summer in the very
in the middle of the day, when the heat has grown stronger,
Behind the yellow Prioksky forests
The shifted steppe opened up to the sky.

I was attracted by the field road ...
Sinking on a stone under a pine tree
I sat there for a long time, remembering
As the heat flowed around the hills.

... And you can see, this steppe world to tears
dear to me because I will be soon
green whirlwind of sunny birches,
running along the highway on the slope.

And now, when forgetting about the vanity,
I look at the forest - is it near or far, -
As if I was looking at the appearance,
In which I will soon find eternity.

And therefore I kiss the red slope
Lands with oak trees in the sunshine,
What will be saved for future times
The mystery of my existence.

Translator Lyubimov

Theater town

The people of Przemyshl are rightfully proud of their wonderful fellow countryman, an outstanding writer and translator of fiction, Nikolai Mikhailovich Lyubimov, whose books adorn the shelves of many libraries, instill in readers a loving attitude towards the Russian word, strengthen a sense of devotion to the motherland, develop a subtle artistic flair.

In the Lyubimov family, who lived in the county town of Przemysl, there was a persistent tradition - to give books on their birthday and name day.

In his biographical story of life, Lyubimov says:

« Our town has long been a theater town. From 22 to 30, in winter and summer, the efforts of rural teachers, high school students, students of technical schools and universities who come on vacation were staged performances under the guidance and participation of the teacher of Russian language and literature Sofia Iosifovna Melipova, who later moved to Moscow and was awarded the order for her teaching Of the Red Banner of Labor and the Order of Lenin. And almost every performance of this community of amateurs became an event in the life of the town; he shook us up, enriched, awakened both thought and feeling, brought up artistic taste. The start of the performance was usually late. "Gallery" stomps and yells: "Time!" But then the prompter darted into his booth, the curtain crept in both directions, and in front of the silent spectators at once, art is born that is far from perfect, but genuine, in which it was impossible not to believe, the ingots of which I still take from the bottom of my memory. The scenery changed slowly, the intervals were shamelessly prolonged, and when the audience went home at dawn, the hostesses were already driving the cows into the herd. And then for several days you live as in a dream: inner hearing with echoes of voices, before your eyes - figures and faces. And my heart is sad: I was so looking forward to this evening, and now it has already sunk. You take comfort in the fact that a month will pass - and again you will be seized by the inexplicable, like any magic, holy spell of the Theater, under the influence of which mankind has irresistibly strived to fall from ancient times.

Already the repertoire of this permanent group gives an idea of \u200b\u200bits literary culture and daring. Here is a list of the staged plays: "The Inspector General" and "Marriage", "Our People - We Will Be Numbered!", "Poverty is Not a Vice", "A Profitable Place", "Forest", "Talents and Admirers", "Shine and Do Not Warm", "Tsar Fyodor Ioanovich", "Krechinsky's Wedding".

Sofya Iosifovna played mainly everyday roles, showing tenacious observation and a sense of humor. Her best role is the old witch Evdokia Antonovna in Days of Our Life. Oh, how scary she was! .. Especially in the third act, when persuading her own daughter to sell herself to von Rencken, she shouted at her:

- Slut! Rubbish! .. Who will buy you such? There are hundreds of people like you on the boulevard!»

« Taste in the field of theater was put on me as a child in Przemysl"- recalled N. M. Lyubimov.

Telephone communication with the future

When in 1923 a telephone connection was made to Soviet institutions in the district center, a little theater fan began to climb into the office of the father of one of his friends, where he played a "conversation with Katchalov", admired his talent, expressed his love for the famous artist.

From a Moscow student, a talented provincial has grown into a metropolitan figure of culture and art, theater critic. Translator of foreign classical literature. In his creative practice, Lyubimov maintained a close relationship with the very masters of the stage, with whom, in his childhood in Przemysl, he conducted imaginary discussions on the phone.

On the pages of his book of memoirs "Bygone Summer" N. M. Lyubimov gave amazingly accurate characteristics of the actors and their work. For example, Leonidov with his gaze "penetrates the audience through and through", Knipper-Chekhova was "an example of internal external grace", Tarkhanov amazed with "an ideal comprehension of theatrical art", Pashennaya - with "extreme expressiveness", Massalitinov - "with the skill of reincarnation", Moskvin - " destruction of tradition ”.

The famous writer Veniamin Kaverin praised the work of the translator Lyubimov: “ Lyubimov translates so that his personality is visible behind the book. It is necessary to be a little akin to Rabelais himself, so that behind the book we see the author, his laughter and bitterness, his mental scope, his irony, his faith in man».

Sage from Korekozev

Peasant intellectual

Ask any resident of Korekozev: "What is your village famous for?" The answers will vary. For example:

- It is the longest in the Kaluga region - five kilometers.

- The first post-war order bearers appeared here, and the collective farm chairman Prudnikov was a Hero of Socialist Labor.

- The buttercup monastery - according to legend, the oldest in our area.

- The first hydroelectric power plant in the region.

- This is the only village in Russia where three members of the USSR Writers' Union come from.

“And for me Korekozevo is also famous for the fact,” recalls one of them, the famous Kaluga journalist and poet Aleksey Petrovich Zolotin, “that a wonderful old man, a sage, a true rural philosopher Fyodor Kuzmich Pitirimov lived here. In November 1964, the Znamya newspaper, under the heading "Meetings with Interesting People", published my article "An Evening at Fedor Kuzmich's" about him. This is how I presented it to the readers then:

« For a long time I was going to write about Fyodor Kuzmich Pitirimov, this "very correct person", in the words of fellow villagers, a communist, chairman of the Korekozevsky village council. He is one of the organizers of the "May Day" collective farm, he was at the helm for eight years, and when the farm was enlarged and Grigory Nikolayevich Prudnikov was elected chairman, Fyodor Kuzmich honestly and conscientiously worked as a private. For the last three years he has chaired the village council.».

The article describes one evening spent with Fyodor Kuzmich. Then there were a few more - and all are memorable. I will try to remember and convey some fragments of conversations with this amazing person. Like all modest people, he flatly refused to talk about himself: “ I have nothing special. You shouldn't have thought of it ...»About fellow villagers - please.

Stories from Fyodor Kuzmich

The memory of Pitirimov Sr. has preserved a lot of stories.

— Here is Nikita Nikitich Dragonfly. He is older than me, but he works - he does not lag behind other young ones. From the first days of the collective farm - wherever they send. Requires no awards, no posts. And a man of amazing honesty. He walks along the road, sees a board or some kind of rope - he will not be too lazy, he will definitely take it - to the sawmill, to the stable ... And in general, a very interesting old man.

Or another story by Fyodor Kuzmich about his fellow villager Vladimir Ivanovich Nikonov:

— Also a very, very original grandfather. I admired his hard work. After the war, he mainly worked at the crossing. Here, I remember, I was walking early one morning, at four o'clock, I decided to look at the fields beyond the river. I did not expect to meet him on the ferry at this hour, I thought he was sleeping at home. I looked into the ferry booth - and there really is no one. I looked, and he was fumbling by the boat, making something. We started talking.

— And at me, my brother, - Vladimir Ivanovich shared the news, - there are moose.

— What moose?

— And such. Every evening, it gets a little dark, they leave the forest and in this place they swim across the river. They graze there. At night they feel good there, at ease. And in the morning - again in the forest. Just before your arrival, they swam ... I don't tell anyone about them: they will frighten them off, but they are already used to me ...

— What quality do you value most in a person?? - I once asked Fyodor Kuzmich.

— Eh, here you are inciting me to philosophy. Each person is a page of a large book - history, and they are all interesting in their own way. As the ancient Romans said, suum kuikve - to each his own! .. In short, a person should sow good, sow "reasonable, good, eternal." For me, it is important what a person gives to people, so I judge how useful he is. And finally, honesty. This is what I value most in a person ...

— We often had a conversation about poetry, - Alexey Zolotin continued his story, - and every time I lost the feeling of something familiar, everyday: as if before you were not an elderly collective farmer who had finished five classes of an old rural school, but a specialist in philology. Fyodor Kuzmich not only quoted Pushkin and Lermontov, Byron and Heine, Horace and Virgil - he freely supported them with words of his thoughts, views on poetry and literature in general. So it is no coincidence, but according to the law of succession, one of the sons of Fyodor Kuzmich, and in all he had five children, Sergei Pitirimov, became a famous Russian poet, a member of the Union of Writers of the USSR. But Sergei Fedorovich became famous in his declining years, and in his youth he dreamed of geology and only tried himself in poetry. I must say, not without the approval of his authoritative father.

Another conversation with Fyodor Kuzmich was remembered by a friend of his son and poetic peer Zolotin. With a smile of bright emotion, Aleksey Petrovich, also a popular writer far beyond the borders of his native Przemysl region, recalls Pitirimov Sr., his old man's tales.

— Somehow I came across a little book, - shared Fedor Kuzmich. - It was written in the seventeenth year, even before the revolution. It considered very important problems - how to bring Russia out of ruin. The author - I don't remember his last name - proposed developing the economy in the east of the country. Everything seems to be correct. But how did he suggest doing this? Have recourse to foreign monopolies. What would be left of Russia then? Would be swallowed by predators. This is the kind of thing - it seems like a man was bothering about the interests of the Motherland, but no. To love the Motherland is not like talking about this love ...

As if this conversation took place today, - Zolotin recalled, - it is so relevant. Today there are again disputes about how to raise the country's economy: with the help of foreign monopolies or independently? It seems that the first point of view wins. But it is also useful, I think, is the warning of Fyodor Kuzmich Pitirimov: predators would not swallow Russia ...

Explanation (see also Rule below).

Here is the correct spelling.

There were no majesty mountains and rocks surrounded by clouds; it was the usual Russian space: fields, meadows, rare villages with thatched and wooden roofs.

In this sentence:

majesty - an adjective formed with the suffix –ENN–;

surrounded - full participle with a prefix and a dependent word;

straw - an adjective formed with the suffix –ENN–;

woody - an adjective, the word exception (НН, although it is formed with the suffix -ЯНН-).

Answer: 1234.

Answer: 1234

Rule: Task 15. Spelling N and NN in words different parts speeches

RIGHT-IN-PI-SA-NIE-N - / - NN-IN ONE-PERSONAL CHA-STYA SPEECH.

Tra-di-tsi-he-but is the most difficult topic for students, since substantiated na-pi-sa-nie N or NN is possible -but only with the knowledge of mor-pho-lo-gi-ches and words-in-ob-ra-zo-va-tel-zo-kons. Ma-te-ri-al "Inquiries" summarizes and si-ste-ma-ti-zi-ru-et all the right-vi-la topics H and NN from school textbooks and gives additional information from the references of V.V. Lo-pa-ti-na and DE Ro-zent-ta-la in the volume that is not-we-go-dim for you to complete the assignment of the exam.

14.1 N and NN in churning pr-la-ga-tel-ny (ob-ra-zo-van-ny from the names of the nouns).

14.1.1 Two NN in suf-fik-sakh

In suf-fik-sakh pri-la-ha-tel-nyh we write NN, if:

1) pri-la-ga-tel-no-ra-zo-va-but from the su-n-t-tel-th with the os-no-howl on H with the help of suf-fik- sa N: tumAN + N → tu-man-Ny; car-man + H → car-man-Ny, car-man + H → car-man-Ny

old-fashioned (from old-na + H), cartin-ny (from card-ti-Na + H), deep-bin-ny (from deep-bi-Na + H), di- co-wine (from di-co-vi-Na + N), not-du-zhin-ny (from du-zhi-Na + N), true (from is-ti-Na + N ), bar-shchin-ny (from bar-shchi-Na + N), communal-ny (from communal-na + N), long (from lengthNa + H)

Note: the word "strange" from the point of view of the modern language does not have suf-fik-sa N in its composition and does not appear to be related nym to the word "country". But it is possible to explain the NN thread: a person from a foreign country considers it-that-if-ina-to-think-la-shi, stranger, in a hundred -ron-nim.

These-mo-lo-gi-che-ski can be explained by the word “genuine”: true in Ancient Rus na-zy-va- it was true, yes, to-that-I am under-su-di-my go-to-ril "under long-ni-ka-mi" - especially long-ni-ka-mi or whip-ta-mi.

2) pri-la-g-tel-no-ra-zo-va-but on behalf of the su-sh-t-tel-no-go by adding-bav-le-ni-em suf-fik-sa-enn -, -HE N: kluk-vEN-Ny (kluk-va), re-vo-lu-qi-ON-Ny (re-vo-lu-tion), tor-same-stEN-Ny (tor-zhestvo).

Ex-key: wind-rE-Ny (but: without-wind-rEN-Ny).

Note:

Meet the words-names are pri-la-ha-tel, in which N is a part of the root. These words need to be remembered. They did not come from the names of the nouns:

baggy, green, spicy, drunk, pork, red, ruddy, young.

14.1.2. In suf-fik-sakh pri-la-ha-tel-ni-she-xia N

In suf-fik-sakh pri-la-ha-tel-ni-she-xia N, if:

1) when-la-ha-tel-noe has a suf-fix -IN- ( go-lo-bI-Ny, we-shI-Ny, so-lo-vy-Ny, t-ry-Ny). Words with this suf-fik-som often have the meaning of "whose": go-lo-bya, mouse, solo-vya, tiger.

2) when-la-ha-tel-noe has suf-fik-si -AN-, -YAN- ( dog-cha-ny, ov-sYa-Ny, earth-lYa-Noy). Words with this suf-fik-som often have the meaning of “made of what”: from sand, from leather, from oats, from earth.

Ex-keys: glass-lYAN-Ny, olo-vYAN-Ny, de-re-vYAN-Ny.

14.2. N and NN in suf-fik-sakh of words, ob-ra-zo-van-nyh from the gl-heads. Full forms.

As is known, from the heads there can be ob-ra-zo-vains and pri-parts, and the names are pr-la-ha-tel-ny (\u003d from nye pri-la-ha-tel-nye). Pra-vi-la na-pi-sa-nia N and NN in these words are different.

14.2.1 NN in suf-fik-s of full pri-parts and full-length pri-la-ga-tel

In suf-fik-sah, full pri-parts and full-length pri-la-ga-tel-s, write NN, if so-good-yes-it-THAT WOULD ONE of the conditions:

1) the word ob-ra-zo-va-no from gl-go-la so-top-shen-no-kind, WITH OR WITHOUT, for example:

from the gl-go-lov bu-to-drink, you-to-drink (what to do ?, co-superior view): buy-lin-ny, you-buy-lin-ny;

from the head-lovers to throw, to throw (what to do ?, a top-notch view): bro-shen-ny-for-bro-shen-ny.

Attachment DOES NOT change the type of attachment and does not affect the suf-fik-sa. Any other attachment gives the word a perfect look

2) in the word there is suf-fik-si -OVA-, -EVA- even in words of a non-so-top-shen-no type ( ma-ri-no-VAN-Ny, as-fal-ti-rO-VAN-Ny, av-to-ma-ti-zi-rO-VAN-Ny).

3) with the word, about-ra-zo-van-nom from the gl-go-la, there is a vi-si-my word, that is, it turns into a pri-private revolt, eg: mo-ro-zhen-noe in ho-lo-dil-ni-ke, var-rEN-Nye in bo-lo-no).

AT-ME-CHA-NIE: In cases, when the full attachment goes to the specific preposition in the name of pri-la- g-tel-noe, na-pi-sa-nie do not me-nya-sya. For example: Excited with this co-society, the father spoke loudly and did not hold back his emotions. You-de-len-ny word is a part-part in a private about-ro-those, excited than? with this co-society... Me-nya-em pre-lo-gi-ness: His face was vzvol-no-vaN-Nym, and there is no more part, there is no about-ro-that, for the face cannot be "excited", and this is a name that is attached. In such cases, they say about the pe-re-ho-de of the pri-la-ga-tel-nye, but on-pi-sa-nie NN this fact does not influence in any way.

More examples: De-wush-ka was very or-ga-ni-zo-vaN-Noy and vos-pi-taN-Noy... Here, both words are appli-la-ha-tel names. De-vush-ku is not "ob-ra-zo-you-va-li", and she is vos-pi-tan-naya all the time, these are a hundred-yang signs. From-me-nim pre-statement: We are in a hurry to meet-chu, or-ga-ni-zo-vAN-Nuu partners. Mom, vos-pi-taN-Naya is strict, and we are vos-pi-you-wa-la just as strict... And now, you-de-lain words are a part.

In such cases, in a statement to the task, we write: pr-la-ha-tel, ob-ra-zo-van-noe from the or pr-la-ha-tel, pe-re-shed-neck from pri-part.

Ex-key: not-expected, not-ha-given, not-seen-given, not-heard-khan-ny, not-cha-yang-ny, med-len- ny, ot-cha-yan-ny, sacred, desired..

Note the fact that words have gone from a number of ex-keys count-ta-Nye (mi-nu-you), de-la-Noe (equal-no-soul-shie)... These words are pi-jester-Xia in general pra-vi-lu.

Add more words here:

co-va-ny, nibbled, chewed eva / ova are included in the composition of the root, this is not suf-fiq-sy to write NN. But with the appearance of the p-joke, in general, the right-to-see: chewed-out, under-co-vaN-Ny, isklyovaN-Ny.

one of N. Srav-no-those: ra-nEN-Ny in battle (two N, in what-mu-that appeared for-wi-si-my word); from-ra-nEN-Ny, the view is so-ver-shen-ny, there is an attachment).

smart to define the kind of word is difficult.

14.2. 2 One H in off-glacial pr-la-ha-tel

In suf-fik-sakh from-vow-gol-ny-la-ga-tel-s-s-s-xa-xia, if:

the word ob-ra-zo-va-but from the gl-go-la not-so-ver-shen-no-th form, that is, from-ve-cha-em to the question what about the subject de la li? and with the word in the pre-lo-ze-nii there are no pre-vie-si-words.

tu-she-Noe (his tu-shee-li) meat,

stri-zHE-Nye (their haircut-whether) hair-lo-sy,

boiled(his wa-ri-li) car-to-fel,

lo-ma-naya (her lo-ma-li) line,

stained(his mo-ri-li) oak (dark in re-zul-ta-te special-tsi-al-noy processing),

BUT: as soon as these words, when-la-ha-tel-ny, appear-la-et-sya for-vi-si-my word, they immediately re-go -part and pi-joke with two N.

tu-shEN-Noe in du-hov-ke (his tu-shee-li) meat,

stri-wives-not-long ago (their haircut-whether) hair-lo-sy,

steamed(his wa-ri-li) car-to-fel.

ONE-LI-TEA-TE: the pri-parts (right) and the pri-la-ga-tel-ny (left) have different meanings! Big-shi-mi buk-va-mi you-de-le-ny stressed vowels.

called brother, called sister - man-age, not one-of-a-kind in bio-logistic kinship with this man, but co-ordinate to brotherly (sister's) relations, good-ro-vol-no. - nA-called by me address;

planted father (using the role of ro-di-te-la same-ni-ha or not-ve-sta with sva-deb-n-rya-de). - in-with-a-woman at the table;

come-dA-noe (property, yes-va-e-my not-ve-ste her family for life in za-mu-zh-nstvo) - prI-given shi-kar-ny view;

narrow (so n-zy-va-yut same-ni-ha, from the word fate-ba) - a narrow skirt, from the word narrow, make it narrow)

Forgiven vos-kres-se-nye (re-li-gi-oz-ny holiday) - forgiven by me;

pi-sa-naya krasa-vi-tsa (epi-tet, fra-zeo-logism) - pi-san-naya mas-lom car-ti-na.

14.2.3. Na-pi-sa-nie N and NN in complex pr-la-ga-tel

In the composition of the complex word na-pi-sa-nie from-gla-gol-no-go pri-la-ha-tel-no me-nya-Xia:

a) the first part of the ob-ra-zo-va-na from the head-lovers of the not-so-top-shen-no-type, so-chit, we write N: smooth-to-beautiful-shE-Ny (paint), go-ry-che-ka-ta-Ny, home-mo-tka-Ny, pest-ro-tka-Ny, evil-that-wea-Ny (weave); aim-but-cover-E-Ny to cover), evil-to-to-va-Ny (to-vat), little-ez-zHE-Ny (ez-dit), little-ho- WEL-NY (walk), little-but-w-Ny (but-sit), little-salty (co-pour), fine-crushed (draw-beat), fresh extinguished (ga-sit), fresh-mo-ro-zHE-Ny (mo-ro-zit) other.

b) the second part of the complex word ob-ra-zo-va-na from the pri-voch-th head-go-la of the so-ver-shen-no-kind, that is, we write NN: smooth aboutbeautiful ( aboutpaint), fresh permo-ro-wife-Ny ( permo-ro-zit), etc.).

In the second part of complex forms, it is written N, although there is an attachment PERE-: gl-same-Nye-pe-re-gl-same-Nye, la-ta-Nye-pe-re-la-ta-Nye, but-she-Ny-pe-re-no-she-Ny, sti- ra-Noe-pe-re-sti-ra-Noe, arrow-la-Ny-pe-re-arrow-la-Ny, shto-pa-Noe-pe-re-shto-pa-Noe.

Thus, you can complete the task by al-go-rit-mu:

14.3. N and NN in brief pri-la-ga-tel-ny and short pri-parts

Both the attachments and the attachments have not only full, but also short forms.

Pra-vi-lo: In short, there is always one N.

Pra-vi-lo: In short appendices, there is as much H as in full form.

But in order to take-the-thread of the right-vi-la, you need time-to-li-chan pri-la-ha-tel-nye and pri-part.

ONE-LI-TEA-TE short pri-la-ga-tel-nye and ad-part:

1) on the issue: short pri-la-ha-tel-nye - what? ko-va? how are you? how-to? how-to-you ?, a short ad-part - what have you done? what have you done? what is done? what have you done?

2) by knowledge (a brief accessory has to do with an action, you can replace the thread with a glance; a short application gives a harak -te-ri-sti-ku defining-de-la-e-my word, about the action is not co-general);

3) on-li-chiyu for-vi-si-my word(short attachments do not and cannot have, short attachments have).

Brief details	Short pri-la-ha-tel
na-pi-san (ras-skaz) m. genus; what have you done? by whom?	boy ob-ra-zo-van (what is it?) -from the full form ob-ra-zo-van-ny (what?)
na-pi-sa-na (book) railroad; what have you done? by whom?	de-voch-ka ob-ra-zo-van-na (ka-ko-va?) - from the full form ob-ra-zo-van-naya (what?)
na-pi-sa-no (co-chi-no-nie) Wed genus; what did-la-but? by whom?	child ob-ra-zo-van-no (ka-ko-vo?) -from the full form ob-ra-zo-van-no (what?)
ra-bo-you na-pi-sa-ny, pl. number; what have you done? by whom?	children ob-ra-zo-van-ny (ka-to-you?) -from the full form ob-ra-zo-van-ny (what?)

14.4. One or two Ns can be written in na-speeches.

In na-re-chi-yakh in -O / -E, there are as many H as there are in the original word, eg: quietly with one H, since in pr-la-ha-tel calm suf-f-fix N; slow with NN, since in pri-la-ha-tel slow HH; enthusiastically with NN, since in part enthusiastic NN.

With the seemingly non-complexity of this right-vi-la, there is a problem of blemishness of the grading into speech, short kih pri-parts and brief pri-la-ha-tel. For example, in the word co-wed-do-to-che (N, NN) about it is not possible to choose one or another nap-sa-nie WITHOUT knowing than this word is in the preposition or word-in-so-che-ta-nii.

ONE-LI-TEA-TE short pri-la-ha-tel, short pri-parts and speeches.

1) on the issue: short pri-la-ha-tel-nye - what? ko-va? how are you? how-to? how-to-you ?, a short ad-part - what have you done? what have you done? what is done? what have you done? na-speech: how?

2) by knowledge (a brief accessory has to do with an action, you can replace the thread with a glance; a short application gives a harak -te-ri-sti-ku defining-de-la-e-my word, about the action is not co-general); in-speech denotes a sign of an action, as it proceeds)

3) by role in the pre-lo-gion:(short pri-la-ga-tel-nye and short-a-clicks for-often appear-la-yut-Xia ska-zu-e-we-mi, in-speeches

from-but-sit-xia to gl-go-l and y-e-th-th-th-th-th)

14.5. N and NN in the names of the nuns

1.In the nouns (as well as in the short appendices and in the speeches) there are as many H as in pri-la-ga-tel-nyh (pri-part-sti-yah), from which they form-ra-zo-vain:

NN	H
captive (captive)	nef-ty-nik (nef-ty-noy)
ob-ra-zo-van-nost (ob-ra-zo-van-ny)	go-sti-ni-tsa (go-sti-ny)
from-gnan-nik (from-gnan-ny)	vet-re-nick (vet-re-ny)
leaf-vein-ni-tsa (leaf-vein)	poo-ta-ni-tsa (pu-ta-ny)
vos-pi-tan-nik (vos-pi-tan-ny)	spice (spicy)
gu-man-nost (gu-man-ny)	dog-cha-nick (dog-cha-ny)
high-high-high (high-high)	smoked (smoked)
urav-no-ve-shen-ness (urav-no-ve-shen-ny)	tasty mo-ro-same (mo-ro-same)
pre-given (pre-given)	tor-fyanik (tor-fyan-noi)

From the names of pri-la-ha-tel-ra-zo-va-ny and the word

kindred / ik from kindred, side-ronn / ik from sides, one-mouse-lenn / ik from one-mouse-lenn, (evil-intentional-lenn / ik, co-intentional-lenn / ik), became-lenn / ik from imposed-len-ny, drowned-lenn / ik from drowned-len-ny, numerical / ik from numerical, co- paternal / ik from compatriot) and many others.

2. Su-ness-tel-tel-nye can also be derived from the head-heads and other names of s-ness-tel-tel.

Pishet-Xia NN, one N is included in the root, and the other in the suf-fix.	H *
fraud / nickname (from the purse, what does the bag, wallet mean)	toil / enik (from toil)
friend / nick (from friend)	torment / enik (from mu-chit)
raspberry / nick (ma-li-na)	powder / enitsa (from powder)
name-nin / nick (names-ni-ny)	birth / enitsa (to give birth)
cheating / nickname (from-me-na)	brother-in-law / e / nits / a
nephew	var / enik (var-rit)
devil-pri-dan / nice	BUT: pri-da-noe (from pri-give)
insomnia	uch / e / nickname
aspen / nick	imp-silver / enik
ringing / beating	silver-re / nick

Note to the table: * Words, which are pi-joking with N and at the same time are not derived from pr-la-ha-tel-ny (pri-parts) in Russian language is unique. You need to learn them by heart.

Pishet-Xia NN and in words traveler (from pu-te-she-stv-vat), predecessor (pre-march)

Unlike mountains, the rocks are not covered or only slightly, with rare exceptions, covered with vegetation, among which mosses and lichens predominate. In fact, these are stone blocks with steep slopes and all kinds of ledges. Like many other geological formations, nature has created them over millions of years, thanks to which they received the most incredible outlines, and sometimes colors, so there is something to see here. Jutting out over the sea or the valley, the rocks form landscapes of incredible beauty. Among them there are those that can outshine the most fantastic scenery. These 9 rock formations are a prime example of the fact that nature itself is the most skilled craftsman.

Cliffs of Moher, Ireland

Coastal cliffs, washed by the waters of the Atlantic Ocean, stretch along the coast for 8 km. In different areas, the height of the rocks varies from 120 to 214 meters. The cliffs are believed to have formed over 300 million years ago. These "stone giants" offer a truly stunning view, which attracts over 1 million tourists every year.

White Cliffs of Dover, UK

Framing coastline Strait of Pas-de-Calais cliffs are part of the North Downs. The height of the rocks reaches 107 meters. They are composed of chalk and flint, thanks to which they can be seen from the French Cape Gris-Nee, and among sailors they have won the fame of the symbol of the coast of England.

Preikestolen, Norway

A giant cliff overlooks the Lysefjord. The height of the rock formation is 604 meters. Its top is a natural observation deck, with an area of \u200b\u200bapproximately 25 by 25 meters. From the cliff, a magnificent view opens up, from which even seasoned tourists are breathtaking.

Cape Girao cliff, Portugal

This steep cliff is located on the south coast of Madeira Island. Cape Girao is considered the second largest cliff in the world. Its height is 589 meters. There is an observation deck at the top of the cliff, which gives tourists the opportunity to "soar" over the ocean.

Kalopapa, Hawaii

On the northern tip of Molokai, on the Kalopapa Peninsula, is one of the most scenic spots in Hawaii, the Kalopapa National Historical Park. One of the pearls of the park are sea cliffs over 1000 meters high. You can only get to them on foot or by horse. For their efforts, tourists will be rewarded with a magnificent view of the surrounding landscapes and the endless Pacific Ocean.

Peak Thor, Canada

This granite peak is recognized as the tallest vertical slope in the world. It is located in National park Auyuittuk on Baffin Island. The height of the peak is 1250 meters, and the slope of the wall is 105 degrees.

Half Dome, USA

The cliff rises 1,450 meters above the Yosemite Valley. Consists of granite monolith. Half Dome is one of the largest monoliths in North America, and its image is often used as a logo by various organizations. The Half Dome view is also printed on California driver's licenses.

Etretat, France

The Etretat Rocks have become the hallmark of the town of the same name. Their height ranges from 80 to 120 meters. Nature has carved several unique arches in them. Due to the extraordinary whiteness of the chalk rocks, the rocks are visible far out to sea.

Grand Canyon, USA

Without this natural landmark, the list of incredible rock formations would be incomplete. The Colorado Plateau Canyon is a real time machine, on which you can travel at once in several geological periods. In the 446 km long canyon, there are traces of four geological eras of the Earth. For 10 million years of its creation, nature has formed a gorge up to 1800 meters deep, filled with clusters of cliffs of the most incredible shapes and colors. Best view on them opens from the glass observation deck "Sky Trail", protruding beyond the edge of the canyon by 20 meters and towering above it at an altitude of 1220 meters.

Start + First quests

Coming out of the dean's office, Artem looked at the coveted "brick" in the student's book. Well the session is closed. There are two months of summer ahead. Classmates happily humming along moved towards the nearest bar. After seeing them off with a melancholy glance and sighing heavily, Artyom moved resolutely in the opposite direction. There was work ahead. Taking a shortcut through the courtyards, he stopped at a colorful poster that adorned the wall of the shopping complex. A huge spaceship surrounded by bright stars. Meteor craters adorned his armor in some places. Some segments of the cladding were smoked, once raging fires. The nozzles of the propulsion engines had long gone out, but the ship still continued on its way through space. "The ark". Place of his future work. The virtual world "Ark" has become an excellent alternative to those players who are fed up with sugary elves, brutal orcs and gnomes puffing through their beards with beer fumes. There were no stately castles, no gingerbread houses and other fantasy delights. There was a giant colonial ship here. Its numerous decks and compartments, abandoned hangars and destroyed greenhouses. And all this is inhabited by mutated flora, aggressive xenofauna, demented rembots, fighting cyborgs and deadly viruses. Numerous NPCs were given the role of descendants of the surviving crew. Well, the players were those failed colonists, whose bodies were immersed in cryo-compartment capsules.

Also behind the Ark? - Thoughtful Artyom did not even notice how he entered the trading floor. And he practically buried himself in a sales assistant.

Walking in the morning towards the ill-fated cryo-compartment, Artyom did not decide what to do. On the one hand, if you complete the task of the bartender, then as a reward, in addition to experience and money, Ferum will activate the "basics of cooking" skill for you. With its help, it will be possible to cook food of the first level. Hunger is one of the important characteristics of a character that must be monitored. As soon as hunger reaches the so-called "red" zone, stamina automatically begins to decrease. With it, the speed of movement also decreases, which in the conditions of the "Ark" often means death. Considering the prices of purchased food, this skill is one of the first to unlock. But despite the arguments of reason, Artem was disgusted with the very idea of \u200b\u200bcompleting this task. If you turn in the bartender to the sheriff, then instead of cooking, the scanning skill opens. Which, with subsequent levels, is divided into branches "bioscanning" and "scanning mechanisms". Which will not hurt at all in the future. Some players advised not to bother with this task, but just buy these skills. But for Artyom, who came into the game for the sake of earning money, the idea of \u200b\u200bspending money where you can get it for free was also not acceptable. In general, having not decided on the choice, Artem decided to first complete the task of the sheriff to destroy rats.

Yesterday's corridor met with silence. Only the sound of closing doors behind my back. Artyom involuntarily looked around. The door looked rather shabby. The bottom is densely covered with deep scratches and dents. As if rats had tried to break into the living compartment more than once. The corridor itself was deserted. Only some small debris littered the floor. Carefully moving forward, Artyom reached a crack in the wall, near which Lector's corpse lay yesterday. The body was gone, only small pieces left over from the suit, and heavily nibbled boots. In the depths of the gap, the eyes of the rats, waiting for the next victim, were red.

Remembering the past battle, Artyom pondered. Yesterday, having killed a couple of rats, he himself was on the verge of death. The knife's damage was too low. It is necessary to somehow increase it or after each battle you will have to sit out for a long time, waiting for regeneration. So the time has come to see what yesterday he hastily raked into his pockets, in a smoky cryo-compartment. Thanks to the skill "cold steel-1", you can use any suitable items as a weapon. And he clearly remembered at least one rather long, jagged fragment of the capsule.

There were three such fragments. Having half wrapped them with scraps of wires, I formed the handles. Admired the result:

Homemade knife. Level-1. Type: one-handed. Damage: 1-2. Durability 10/10

A notification immediately came:

Congratulations, you have independently discovered the skill "Create items-1".

A pleasant surprise. Not only did you not have to spend on the discovery of the skill, but also for each created knife of experience they poured.

Artyom, armed with two knives, approached the breach step by step. Trying to take small steps to break the aggro zone of only one of the rats. The creatures did not move. Only red eyes continued to glow in the darkness. Finally, the invisible barrier was broken. Immediately there was a disgusting squeak and a rat rushed at him from the gap. He stepped back a little, so as to guarantee not to aggro the others, and lunged towards the approaching creature. The vile creature squealed and tried to bite the hand, but was met with a blow from the second knife. Working furiously with two knives, Artyom furiously slashed the screeching creature. Torn flesh sloshed wetly under the blows. With a last squeak, the rat collapsed to the floor.

And then it went like a conveyor belt. Approaching the failure, grabbing the rat and walking away, then beat it up in a safe place. With every rat killed, its tail regularly fell. A failure in the well-oiled work of killing rats came on the seventh corpse. Artyom, as usual, extended his hand, touching only that killed creature. She also habitually disintegrated into dust, leaving behind a tail. It was not usual that the tail fell out more than one. There was a piece of meat next to him. In confusion, he picked up a piece, turned it over in his hands, reading the description given by the system:

Piece of meat. Level: 1. Type: resource. Description: A piece of meat that is a bit harsh, but good for cooking.

Hmm .. A piece of meat. I wonder what the bartender had about the requirements? Hastily began flipping through the mission log. "Bring ten pieces" and not a word about whose meat should be. Is there a third way out of a difficult situation? But for this you need to get nine more.

Cheered up, Artyom enthusiastically took on the next rat. One tail fell out again. And the next one too. During the fight with the tenth, a homemade knife broke. It just crumbled to dust with the next blow. Having mentally punished myself to always continue to monitor the strength of weapons and clothing, I spent the rest of the battle with one knife. Finally, the tenth rat crumbled to dust, leaving only a tail in Artyom's hands. The message that appeared made me think.

The required number of items was obtained (rat tail 10/10). Present them to the sheriff of compartment # 317 for your reward.

But he decided to continue the rat genocide. After all, you still need to check the version about meat for the bartender.

The rats in the breach are over. Or they were far enough away not to react to a nearby Artyom. I had to climb there myself. A real burrow began in the gap. The space between the two corridors was filled with various structural spacers and sealing material. It was through the seal that the rats made their way. Having dropped to all fours and holding a knife in front of him, he crawled along the hole. The darkness and narrowness of the manhole made him feel all the delights of claustrophobia. Added to this was the fear of bumping into rats in cramped quarters. Therefore, falling out of the hole into some corridor, Artyom smiled happily.

The corridor was clearly technical. Bundles of wires and fiber optic cables curled from above. Along the walls were batteries of different caliber pipes. At regular intervals there were niches filled with shelves. Having walked about fifty meters along this corridor and having obtained a couple of more tails, Artyom came out to a small platform in the center of which there was a protrusion of a large hatch with a locking wheel at the top. It was pushed to the side and through the crack the ladder brackets were visible, going down. Without hesitation, Artyom dived into the hatch and began to descend quickly.

Below was the same platform and battle was raging on it. About a dozen rats surrounded a player and violently attacked. However, the player himself did not care at all. Armed with a piece of pipe with barbed wire wrapped around it, he spun around with a snake, giving blows to the right and left. At the same time, he still managed to bawl some kind of children's song, not worrying about breathing at all.

Stand up children, stand in a circle

Stand in a circle, stand in a circle.

The words of the song, the squeak and squealing of rats, the chomping sounds of the blows of the trumpet on the living, all this created an indescribable sound cacophony. And even though by the appearance of a stranger, you cannot say that he needed help. Artyom could not remain an outside spectator and, issuing some kind of warlike cry, rushed to the rescue.

The extreme pair of rats had not yet had time to take damage from an unfamiliar player, so they easily switched to the approaching Artyom. The stranger just shook his head at the arrival of help and stopped singing. His pipe continued to beat down the rats' backs with the frequency of rain. Here, screeching, one fell. Almost immediately the second fell apart. By this time, Artem also finished off his first opponent. The experience gained over the morning in rat-fighting tactics made itself felt. Artyom constantly moved, not allowing the creatures to attack at the same time. And focusing all the damage on one of them. Having finished off the last one, he looked back at the player. I realized with surprise that the one to whom he rushed to help turned out to be a girl. If it is, of course, in relation to the player playing for the cyborg race. But despite belonging to the "weaker" sex, she mastered her improvised bat masterly. The rough mechanism replacing her left hand was some kind of analogue of a stun gun. The discharges, periodically breaking off from it, made the rats freeze and convulse. Those few who nevertheless burst right up to her, powerlessly scraped with their teeth, unable to bite through the skin. Probably some kind of protection was in effect.

Finally, the last thing let out its death squeak and collapsed onto the dirty floor. Now it is possible to examine the stranger in more detail. Pale, almost cyanotic, skin. The head is smooth as a billiard ball, covered with an intricate tattoo. The right eye was replaced with a cyber prosthesis, which immediately reminded Artem of the first cameras. It was made in the form of the same accordion. And he was in constant motion, then retracting, then on the contrary moving apart for more accurate focusing. The rest of the facial features were simply lost against the background of this flickering.

Thank you for your help, of course, but I could have done it myself - and for clarity I twisted the pipe. The slashed air hummed.

Yes, not at all. There was no time to think, I saw how they already surrounded you.

I have tier 2 nanobots, "steel skin". The damage hardly goes away. I swallowed all the money, not even left for weapons. And I deliberately pulled the rats in a heap so as not to run after each one.

This statement even slightly offended Artyom. He then thought that he was in a hurry to help, but it turns out that he almost interfered. Turning away to the corpses of his rats, he touched his hand collecting loot. This time, luck was on his side and he got another piece of meat.

Sorry, got excited. Unselfish help is not often found here. - the girl had already collected her share of the spoil and now stood holding out her hand.

World? My name is Blonde.

Funny nickname given the bald head. Artyom smiled and shook the outstretched hand.

And I'm Temnik.

How did you end up here? Didn't seem to see you at the entrance to our sector.

I'm looking for meat.

Hunger props up? - Sympathetically asked the Blonde - wait, I now. - and began with enthusiasm to rummage in a small backpack.

Here you go, this is a standard ration. Just enough for a day. - she handed Artyom a brownish-brown briquette.

Uh ... uh, thanks of course, but I don't need meat for food, but for a task. At first I hunted in the upper corridor, but there were no rats, I had to climb here.

Told the Blonde about the rat hole. At the same time sharing your problem with the assignment. The blonde turned out to have a completely different starting script. Having entered the game, she found herself in a hospital ward, where she lay after an unsuccessful operation to implant an eye prosthesis. According to the script, something went wrong during the operation and she lost her memory. In general, she did not have such an extreme start as Artyom. And she killed rats for their tails. They not only brought money, but also raised the reputation of the head of repairmen.

I want to open the skill "transport", but without a high reputation only for money.

So they walked talking and gnawing rations. And destroying the rats he met. The mountain of tails grew. Cuts of meat were also added. Now there are eight of them, ten minutes later another one was added. And then the corridor ended. They came to the rubble blocking their further path. Some kind of boxes, remnants of shelving, strips of metal, plastic panels - everything was dumped into a huge barricade. There was no question of getting through it. Even Artyom with his physique could not penetrate into the narrow gap under the ceiling.

How much meat is still missing? - The Blonde asked busily.

One. - Artyom looked sadly at the rubble.

So we will look for a workaround. Rats make their way. So there must be another way.

They walked slowly back down the corridor, carefully examining the walls. We noticed a workaround together. More precisely, he was prompted by a rat, leaning out of the ventilation box, which stretched under the ceiling. The rat twisted its nose and, not detecting danger, jumped onto a nearby rack, from it to the floor and cheerfully trotted along the corridor. But she was not allowed to go far. The electric shock made her freeze, and two knives and a club crumbled to dust. For a more detailed study of the find, I had to climb onto the rack.

You know, it wasn't the rats that broke the panel. It was unscrewed by someone. Look, even the bolts got back in, so they don't get lost. - With these words, the blonde climbed into the hole to the waist.

Well, what's there?

You can't see a damn thing. Now I'll tune the flashlight. She dug into her prosthesis. And the dusk of the corridor cut a bluish beam of light.

The light beam was narrow, but quite bright. The blonde again disappeared into the pipe.

Now everything is clear. There is a fan in front, you can see the panel was removed to get admission to the mechanism for repair.

Is it possible to get through?

The blonde looked doubtfully at the frozen blades - I'll try. - with these words she completely disappeared from sight. For several minutes, her concentrated panting came from the hole, and finally

Crawl here.

Without keeping himself waiting, Artyom easily pulled himself up on his arms and climbed into the hole. The beam of the lantern rushed from wall to wall, allowing you to navigate well. Working with his elbows, he quickly reached the fan. The gap between the blades allowed for further penetration.

In my opinion, I hear a rat squeak! We'll get your last piece soon. The Blonde's voice was excitedly excited. She quickly moved along the pipe towards the rubble. Artem had no choice but to follow her and try to keep up. The thought of being alone in the dark made me shiver. But then light appeared ahead, penetrating through another removed panel. At the same time, a noticeable narrowing of ventilation was seen. And you can hardly penetrate further. For a moment, the light obscured the silhouette of the Blonde sliding out. After a couple of moments, Artyom got out. They were on the other side of the rubble. On this side, it was flatter, which allowed rats to enter the duct without problems.

The corridor stretched for another ten meters, and further its walls diverged to form a small, rounded room. And from there came a rather loud rat squeak. A similar squeak was emitted by the rats rushing into the attack. After exchanging glances, a couple of friends moved forward cautiously. The view caused the Blonde to sigh in amazement. Artyom was more eloquent:

It seems I now understand the saying about locomotives which should have been killed while they were teapots.

Most of the room was occupied by a rat. More precisely, even so - RAT. The hefty creature was almost as tall as Artyom. Long incisors protruded from the mouth for thirty centimeters. Powerful claws and thick, bumpy tail. Like her smaller relatives, she was practically hairless. Purulent abscesses and oozing ulcers dotted her skin. The monster stood at the far wall and was clearly waiting for something. She did not even react to the frozen players.

The blonde slowly pulled off her backpack. She rummaged in it and took out two syringes. One of them held out to Artyom.

The time has come for "heavy artillery". This will spur our regeneration twice, but only for a couple of minutes. Therefore, during this time it is desirable to finish off the creature. This is probably the rat boss.

Taking the stimulant and checking the condition of the weapon, the couple rushed at the rat with a cry. The creature reacted instantly to their approach. With a loud squeak, she hit her tail sharply. Having knocked down Artyom with a blow, she turned her head and grabbed the Blonde with her teeth. Jumping to his feet, Artyom managed to notice the discharge sparks hitting the rat in the face. And the Blonde is well done, she was not taken aback.

Get the thing! - and Artyom's knives rip open the wrinkled skin with a crack. The blonde wasted no time blowing her pipe on the back. Tail kick again. But this time the players were on their guard and the blow goes by. The shock hits the rat, causing it to fall to the floor in convulsions. Until the effect passes, Artem punches the bare belly with knives. The rat has come to its senses and the wide shovels of the front incisors are thrust into his leg. Despite the injected stimulant, health immediately sags by a third.

Banzai !! - Blonde's pipe falls on one of the monster's paws. The crunch of bones is clearly audible. This slightly reduces agility, making the rat more clumsy. Artem immediately changes tactics. Run up, hit, move to the side, hit again, dodge the tail. And circling, circling around, not allowing teeth to be used again. Another shock hits the rat in the head and it shudders and falls dead.

Congratulations! You got a new level. Current level: 3. Skills available for study: resource gathering-2, pistols-1, equipment-1, cold steel-2.

Immediately activate the collection of resources, the rest can wait for now. Judging by the Blonde, she also got a level and is now studying the available skills. Walking around the killed rat and again amazed at its size, Artyom went to the far wall of the room. He wondered what this creature was guarding there. Once there was a passage here, but now the path was blocked by a powerful lattice, welded from thick rods. With a cell size of fifteen centimeters. She served as an obstacle, obviously for something big. Further examination was interrupted by the Blonde.

It's time to start cutting the pie, - and rubbing her hands in anticipation, she moved towards the rat, while humming softly:

Give me your hands

Give me your lips

But when she saw Artyom's stunned gaze, she shyly fell silent. And she touched the fallen body with the most serious expression on her face. This victory brought the long-awaited tenth piece of meat, as well as thirty credits each. With a pleasant jingle, I received a message about the account replenishment. Artyom, still standing near the grate, smiled with satisfaction. My leg was seized with pain. The system duplicated the message about the received damage. He turned sharply, eyes darting in search of the enemy. Slipping easily between the bars of the lattice, a beetle a little smaller than a palm was mincing towards him. Most of all he looked like an ugly ant. Unnaturally large, half-body, head armed with sharp mandibles. Without risking to bend over, Artyom simply threw the bug with his foot. To his surprise, this had an unexpected result. The overgrown ant died. After his death, players received a crushed, chitinous shell as a trophy.

Carapace of a nomadic termite. Type: quest.

And then came the description of the quest.

Available quest: "termite threat". Description: Not long ago the leader of a rat flock blocked the way for nomadic termites. But he fell in battle and now nothing keeps the termites from attacking the residential sector. It is necessary to warn the residents of Compartment No. 317 about the advancing enemy. Requirements: Deliver a nomadic termite shell and present it to the sheriff. Reward: 50 credits, 150 experience and 10 points of reputation with Slot # 317. To accept? Well no.

And the rat turned out to be not even a rat at all, but quite a guard dog. And then I kept thinking how she managed to eat so much in such a small room.

You can talk about this at way back, but for now, do not linger here. - Artem pointed to another termite crawling through the grate.

The return trip was much faster. And it was much easier. Despite the fact that they delayed, replacing the unscrewed duct panels. As Blondinka explained, you shouldn't make life easier for insects.

Having got out into the familiar technical corridor, they did not climb, following the example of Artyom, through the rat hole, but went forward. After a little huffing, and going down the level, they reached a wide gate. The old, faded inscription informed about the entrance to the technical sector of compartment No. 317. Squeaking effortlessly, the doors parted, letting in friends. If Artyom got acquainted with the upper level more or less yesterday, then here everything was a wonder for him. Walking along the corridor, following the Blonde, he only had time to twist his head. There was a realm of mechanisms, and the cyborgs who ran it all. From all sides came the screeching and heavy blows, the screeching of saws and grinders. The roar of horns was periodically heard and vehicles had to give way. The wide corridor was filled with people. Basically, these were of course cyborgs, but there were enough players and other races. And there were many times more various shops, shops and just street vendors than in the central hall, where Artyom visited. Along the walls were heaps of various parts, pieces of plastic panels, parts of droids, some kind of control panels. It seemed here you can buy anything you want. The blonde gave short explanations as she walked, pointing with her finger: armors, gunsmiths, there are garages and droid repair shops, do not pay attention to transport - there is an exit to the main tunnels nearby. Finally, they stopped at the largest pile of parts. Leaving Artyom to stand, the Blonde dived through the ajar door. Waiting for the girl, he looked around. Several players were interestedly digging through the trash laid out, looking for the necessary parts. Sometimes a joyful exclamation was heard when pulling out another find. All this was accompanied by questions: - Is it really ...? This is indeed …!! To which the seller only smiled proudly, looking at the neighbors with an air of superiority. Suddenly from the open door came the wild cry of the Blonde. Jumping up in surprise, Artyom drew his knives and rushed to the rescue. But the picture he saw made me stop. It was not clear who needed help, and whether it was needed at all. The blonde happily circled the hall, squeezing some cyborg in her arms. Seeing Artyom, she left the unfortunate master alone, now spinning with a partner. It was so unexpected that Artyom did not even have time to remove the weapon. So he circled, with the knives in his hands. However, this did not bother the blonde at all. She was filled with joyful emotions.

I managed! You understand? Now I can create vehicles myself!

I must say that although there was a transport in the game, it could only be used in main tunnels. These tunnels ran through the entire Ark, entangling it with a thread of transport highways. They were not passable everywhere. Decks had collapsed somewhere. And in some it was impossible to break through from bandits of all stripes. Basically, the players sinned with this, but there were also gangs consisting exclusively of NPCs. But despite the difficulties, in the sectors already inhabited by the players, the main tunnels were used to quickly move between locations. Some clans have occupied a niche of transportation, carrying out regular passenger flights. And they willingly used such services, although the prices were rather big. And not everyone can create their own transport. Someone lacks experience to discover the necessary skill, someone is simply lazy. So the discovery of the skill was truly an event.

Now Artem pounced on the Blonde with congratulations. Their amusement was interrupted by the grumbling of the old master, whom everyone had forgotten about.

Oh, this youth. All them dance to arrange, And who will talk to the sheriff?

Oh, really. We forgot about termites!

Master, how do you know?

The blonde immediately confessed embarrassedly, “I told everything, I just thought that since Master Hephaestus is on the council of the village, he must also know about the invasion.

Enough chatter! - the old master has already started to get angry - well, go to the sheriff. Tell him that we will securely block the entrance. But until the termite uterus is destroyed, the threat will remain. Let him call volunteers.

Finding the sheriff was not the easiest thing to do. He was not at the post at the entrance to the upper level. Having looked at all the shops in the central hall, they did not find him either. The nearest corridors followed the hall. There was a valiant law enforcement officer only in the bar near Ferum.

Seeing Artyom enter, the bartender's lips curled into a vile grin. With a rather wink, he asked:

Why should I reheat a frying pan? Got some fresh meat?

Shrugging off the question, Artem hurried to the Sheriff's table. As we progressed, the bartender's face grew more sullen.

What am I obliged to do? The sheriff looked up from the gorgeous chop. - Didn't you really rid us of these nasty rats?

At the sight of the fried meat, Artyom again recalled his suspicions. He was immediately confused. Unable to explain anything, he simply put rat tails on the table.

Completed the mission "The Gray Invasion". Experience gained. Loans received. Reputation with the settlement "Compartment No. 317" increased.

Without really reading into the messages of the system, Artyom still silently laid the shell of the termite on the table. The next message about the completed task was displayed. Seeing the state of her partner, the Blonde hastened to tell how they got it. As the story progressed, the sheriff's face grew darker and darker.

Hell! Just coped with the rats, as a new attack! But if the security turrets coped well with the penetration of rats into the living compartment, then I'm afraid the rate of fire will not be enough for termites.

Master Hephaestus promised to securely block all exits. But he fears that while the uterus is alive, this will not help much and the residential sectors will be in a real siege.

Hearing this, the sheriff resolutely stood up - it would be necessary to announce a reward for the daredevils ready to eliminate the new threat.

As soon as he said this, the sound of sirens tore through the air. The text appeared before my eyes:

Attention! The local event "Termite Protection" has been launched. Restriction: only for players level 1-4. You are offered a task to eliminate the threat to Compartment No. 317, from nomadic termites. Reward: experience, depending on the contribution to the overall victory. 1 credit for each termite destroyed. 1000 credits for killing a termite queen. The location of the queen has been added to the map.

All players present received the same message. The hall rustled approvingly. From everywhere listened to the noise of the hastily pushed back chairs. Players were leaving the bar in hopes of being the first to reach the termite queen.

Let's go too? It will take money to build even a simple scooter.

Wait a minute. There is one more unfinished business left.

Artyom went up to the bartender. Ferum's face showed no emotion. He looked with complete calmness at the approaching player. But as the pieces of meat were laid out on the counter, his human half took on a menacing look. And the artificial eye blazed at all, like that of an evil demon.

What is it?

Meat, as you requested. - Despite the confident tone, Artyom did not feel confident.

The bartender picked up one of the pieces with his eerie-looking prosthesis. He looked him over carefully.

Did you bring me rat meat? His gaze grew even more ferocious. Artyom began feverishly to figure out whether it was better to take a hopeless battle or run away, hoping for agility in his legs. Something must have flashed across his face, because the bartender laughed deafeningly. The laugh seemed to transform Ferum. Transformed into a completely different person. Where is that vile type that gave Artyom the task. Or a sullen assassin with a fanatical fire in his eyes, who appeared before him a minute ago. They are not. Before Artyom sat an ordinary grandfather, scattering good-natured laughter.

Of course it's rat. There are simply no other animals here.

And why then were all these hints of human flesh?

The face of the killer returned again, and his gaze became cold, assessing. - What do you think?

Artyom, who was completely unsettled by all these metamorphoses, shrugged his shoulders.

The ark went on a flight a long time ago, and almost anyone was taken into the colonists, if they had arms and legs. Including took prisoners, giving them a chance for a new life. Of course, there was information about each colonist, but you understand that time destroyed all the archives. And now that the timers on the capsules began to work en masse, it is necessary to somehow check people.

Some kind of cruel test.

Believe me, a real person will always find a way out. But how many scum were found. However, something I chatted, you still have to fight with termites. Keep your reward.

Completed the "meat for the bartender" quest. Experience gained. Loans received. Increased reputation with the settlement "Compartment No. 317". Increased reputation with all playable races. Obtained the "Basics of Cooking" skill. Obtained the "Scanners" skill. New implant received (properties not known).

There was no majesty of (1) mountains and rocks surrounded by (2) clouds; it was an ordinary Russian landscape: fields, meadows, rare villages with straw (3) and wood (4) roofs.

Task: insert the missing letters, indicate the conditions for choosing a spelling.

She is bewitching ... but a fairy tale; this story is a sacrament ... a, a mystery ... a; consequence of confusion ... about the investigator; her economy is run down ... oh, things are scattered ... s; the laundry was collected ... in bags and laid out ... on the shelves; she spoke puta ... oh, incoherently; he acted scattering ... oh and the wind ... oh; he looked preoccupied ... oh; the area is empty ... ah; the girl is spoiled ... but with attention; heroes crowned with ... glory; the queen is somewhat idealized ... ah; comb hair ... s to one side; problems researched ... by scientists; everything is well thought out ... oh and foreseeable ... oh; the problem is solved ... but; fright ... th beast; they are scared ... about it; lined ... the walls; they were frivolous ... s; sketch ... th shawl; sketched dresses ... s on a mannequin; this is not my character ... oh; everything was unnatural ... oh; organized ... rally; sheepskin ... th sheepskin coat; oat ... th porridge; windows ... glass; vulgar ... anecdote; simpler ... awn; desolate ... awful; it is empty ... a and raster ... a.

Assignment: do test work.

1.NN ?

Goncharov's St. Petersburg as a city of "art (1) feelings, lifelessness (2) turmoil" does not accept spontaneity (3) spine, simplicity, nature (4) spine, dominating in the wilderness.

2.Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenH ?

Sand (1) quarry work has been suspended (2) due to (3) higher hazard.

3. Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenNN ?

Whoever visited the villages near Vladimir remembered for a long time the houses decorating (1) trees (2) with carvings, similar to thin lace, considering which one can think (3) about visiting a fairy tale.

4.Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenH ?

To this day, the archives have preserved invoices showing (1) the artist for the delivery of (2) oils to him (3) paints.

5.Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenH ?

And thick milk pouring from clay (1) of a jug, and a lush loaf in a wicker (2) basket, and a sliding napkin written in (3) by the artist in all details and with special expressiveness.

6.Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenH ?

The store purchased (1) a batch of leather (2) footwear at lower (3) prices.

7.Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenH ?

The building of the university, which suffered from a fire in 1812, was restored (1) and partially rebuilt (2) by Domenico Gilardi, who preserved the compositional design (3) of the architect Kazakov.

8.Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenH ?

The house stood somewhat apart from the forest, the walls here and there were renewed (1) with fresh boards, the windows were painted (2) with whitewash, a small porch on the side, adorned (3) with carvings, still smelled of resin.

9.Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenNN ?

In the old big guest (1) on a spacious square, where it was quiet and empty (2), no visitors were expected, but unexpectedly (3) a carriage drove up to the porch.

10.Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenH ?

The central square was framed by (1) a granite parapet with a lion (2) masks and huge thin (3) balls of stone.

1) 1,2 2) 2 3) 3 4) 1,3

11.Indicate all the numbers in the place that is writtenNN ?

Against the country (1) and formidable background of the sunset sky, the wall of the coniferous forest seemed to be clearly drawn (3), and in some places the transparent round tops of birches sticking out above it seemed to be clearly (3) in the sky with light strokes.