The sounds of choral singing powerfully and majestically rush along the waves of the ether.The words grasping at the heart are clearly heard:
“The steppes are free, the mountains are steep,
Water deep seas and lakes -
You have contained everything, dear Russia,
Into your immense, endless space! "...
What is it? Our - Russian - radio station that says "there"?
“You have collected and forever united
A family of fraternal tribes and peoples,
In formidable severe battles, she approved
Strength and Glory, and your Truth "...
No, this is Soviet radio.
Anger boils in their souls: How dare they talk about Russia - they, who have turned the Russian Land into a continuous concentration camp, - they, with a red-hot iron burned on the brow of Holy Russia terrible, shameful letters: USSR?
"Vigilantly guards your borders
Russian great mighty people,
Your sun will never be darkened
Your glory will never die! "...
The inexplicable - at first glance - and the mysterious becomes, however, both explainable and unraveled, if you read carefully the "patriotic" poem of the Soviet court bard M. Isakovsky - "The Word about Russia":
“And all the peoples of the world,
What went with us in the fight
A grateful bow
Bow down to you;
Bow down with all my heart
For all your deeds
For your feat, immortal,
For everything that you took down;
For the fact that life and truth
I managed to defend
Soviet Russia,
Our dear mother! "...
One little word "Soviet" contains the whole clue. This is it - that "devil's hoof" in which the communist rulers see salvation - both for themselves and for world communism. For that Russia, on which Lenin, Trotsky, and Stalin "did not give a damn" / "Let all 170 million take a break, if only the world socialist revolution won!" / - this Russia is alive. No, she is not buried under the ruins of her ancient temples, monasteries and monasteries. She is not killed by the "diamante" of godlessness and inhumanity. She was not spiritually corrupted - could not be corrupted - three and a half decades of communist "education" and Marxist "studies".
Russia is alive, whose culture, in terms of brightness and versatility, in external and internal wealth, hardly knew anything equal to itself in this world. Spiritually, "a genuine Russian folk element is rushing out," as one sensitive observer testifies - a foreigner who recently escaped from Soviet captivity. And the "dialectics" from Marxism - communism are trying to shackle this powerful element, to direct the stormy stream of national revival in the "Soviet" channel, rightly fearing that otherwise they themselves will be swept away by this stream.
Oh, the Kremlin strategists of the cold - “psychological warfare perfectly consider what their salvation is. They know that their task is to direct all the power of the awakened national element to repel an external threat - a threat to the very existence of Russia. Their task is to show the Russian people that the free world encroaches on this very existence, and not on communism: it is even ready to "coexist" with it.
All this is common knowledge. One circumstance is often forgotten, although it is decisive; the communist dictatorship is forced, in the name of its own salvation, to rely on national historical Russia. But this is the death sentence for the Marxist-communist idea and the system in general, if ... yes, if the free world also draws the only correct conclusion, i.e. in his defense against the communist threat he himself will bet on Russia and her peoples.
Here the Russian diaspora can and should have its say - the word of foreign Russia. And this is not only a loud phrase devoid of internal content. For foreign Russia is organically linked with Russia under the jail. But thus, the responsibility of the Russian emigration to their native country and native people is enormous. There is more than
anywhere, the testament of the great Suvorov is in effect: "Until you exhale, be faithful to your fatherland."
Faith in Russia and loyalty to it - this is our firm and unshakable position. They are the basis for the struggle against communism. And if the same Suvorov wrote: "Although courage, vigor and courage are needed everywhere and in all cases, they are only in vain if they do not flow from art that grows from trials," then we will remember: this historical moment is a difficult moment of testing for us. And woe to us if we do not stand these tests!
Amazing lakes of RussiaLakes of Russia are one of the national treasures of our Motherland. They can be large or small, freshwater or salty, deep or shallow. In front of you are five amazing lakes of Russia.
The Caspian Sea is the largest lake in the world in terms of area and volume of water. Five states go to its shores. The salinity of most of the reservoir is about three times less than that of the ocean; in the north, the water is almost fresh.
Length coastline The Caspian Sea is estimated at about 6500 - 6700 kilometers, with islands up to 7000 kilometers.
130 rivers flow into the Caspian Sea, 9 of which have delta-shaped estuaries. Large rivers flowing into the Caspian Sea are the Volga, Terek (Russia), Ural, Emba (Kazakhstan), Kura (Azerbaijan), Samur (Russian border with Azerbaijan), Atrek (Turkmenistan).
In the Caspian Sea, 101 species of fish are registered, and most of the world's stocks of sturgeon are concentrated in it, as well as such freshwater fish as roach, carp, and pike perch.
The most important hazards for the Caspian Sea are associated with water pollution as a result of oil production and transportation on the continental shelf, the influx of pollutants from the Volga and other rivers flowing into the Caspian Sea, the vital activity of coastal cities, as well as flooding of certain objects due to the rise in the level of the Caspian Sea. ...
Lake Baikal is the largest freshwater lake in Eurasia and the deepest lake in the world. The depth of the lake is 1642 meters.
The water reserves in Baikal are gigantic - 23 615.39 km³ (about 19% of the world's fresh lake water reserves - all fresh lakes in the world contain 123 thousand km³ of water). In terms of the volume of water reserves, Baikal ranks second in the world among lakes, second only to the Caspian Sea.
336 rivers and streams flow into Baikal.
In winter, Baikal freezes entirely, except for a small section of 15-20 km, located at the source of the Angara.
There are 2630 species and varieties of plants and animals in Baikal.
Ladoga and Lake Onega - the largest in Europe.
Large rivers carry their waters to Lake Ladoga: Svir, Vuoksa and Volkhov, several dozen medium-sized rivers and more than a hundred small ones. One Neva flows out of the lake.
On Lake Ladoga - an abundance of islands, the number of which exceeds 650.
Lake Onega is one of the largest freshwater reservoirs in Europe. Its area is about 10,000 square kilometers, length up to 248 kilometers, width up to 80 kilometers. The average depth of the lake is 30 meters.
The lake is famous for its huge number of islands, especially in the northern part. Their total number reaches 1369.
Lake Elton is one of the most interesting natural sites in the Volgograd region. Salt Lake huge size, comparable only to the Israeli By the dead sea, stretched out in the middle of the Pallas steppe ..
Lake Elton appears to be the largest and richest of all salt lakes known in the world. The thickness of the salt layer has not yet been precisely determined. But the most important thing in Elton is its healing properties. Once upon a time there was even a Museum of Abandoned Crutches: people who came here on crutches returned home in a month or two, leaving their crutches in a local sanatorium.
It has long been noticed that by the end of summer, the surface of the lake turns into a mysterious purple-golden color.
Lake of the Lotus. In Russia, lotuses grow in only two places - in the Astrakhan region and on Far East... Lake Lotosov (or Gusinoe) is a unique body of water covered with a carpet of the rarest pink flowers all summer long. This lake is located on one of the most picturesque islands in the Peter the Great Bay.
A wonderful legend is told about the lake. As if earlier in its place there was a valley where the village was located. There was a well in the middle of the village. One day, water began to pour from this well, which flooded the village. It is believed that the waters of Lake Baikal broke through, with which Gusinoe is connected by a huge underground channel. They say that even the wreckage of ships that sank in Baikal is found here. And endemic omul is also found in Lake Lotosov.
Song about Russia
Music by V. Zakharov. Words by M. Isakovsky and A. Surkov
Free steppe, steep mountains,
The waters of the deep seas and lakes
You have contained everything, dear Russia,
Into its vast, endless space.
You have gathered and united forever
Brotherly tribes and peoples a family.
In formidable severe battles, she approved
Strength, and glory, and your truth.
Lenin's word and heart warmed,
It is strong by friendship and brotherhood of peoples,
Red star, star of the Soviets,
You have illuminated, Russia, centuries.
March of youth
Music by N. Kutuzov. Words by Y. Polukhin
Pure young hearts,
We are the bread and salt of the earth.
We build blast furnaces and bridges
Machine tools and ships.
Everything around will fade without us:
Both the sky and the water -
Without our eyes, without our hands
Without our labor.
Cheerful to light our light
Go to the depths of the ores.
There is no more reliable alloy in the world,
Than youth and work.
And everything that is in the world, friend,
And what is the country proud of
For our eyes, for our hands,
For our work.
And every moment and every hour
At any time
Friends, hopes for us
Favorite country.
So let everything shine
Forests and cities
From our eyes, from our hands,
From our labor.
Love for Russia
Music by A. Averkin. Words by V. Bokov
(text in the collection)
Oh, winter-winter
Music by V. Levashov. Words by V. Semernin
Oh, winter, oh, winter,
Is there a lot of snow?
I'm carrying pancakes in a basket
For a dear friend!
Whitens me half-shawls
Beauty winter
And I laugh and rejoice
Happy herself.
Itself, itself, happy itself.
I'll sit down in a sleigh with a friend -
Give way to the place.
Hey, buck horse, find it yourself
Make way to the steppe!
The blizzard sings,
A swarm of snowflakes is flying.
The road runs like a ribbon.
Hold on, my dear!
Hold on, hold on, hold on, my good!
And it's cold and windy
Powder with snow
And I'm sure of everything
When alone with a friend.
Behind the ringing of the bell
And you can't hear laughter.
Kiss when you want to kiss me.
Me, me, kiss me.
Oh, winter, oh, winter,
White and white all around.
We are taking pancakes with a basket
With a pretty friend.
On a white half-shawl
The snowflakes are barely visible.
We call everyone - please
Visit us for pancakes.
We are calling, we are calling to visit us for pancakes!
You are good, our Motherland
Music by E. Kuznetsov. Words by I. Dremov
You are good, our Motherland,
Good, red in appearance.
For your freedom, Motherland,
I got up to fight more than once.
Chorus: You're all in the gardens
You are all in bread
You are all in nightingale oak forests,
My love, my destiny
My land, Russia!
Every dawn, every willow
You live in my destiny.
I go by your cornfields
With a bright thought about you.
Chorus.
All your dreams, desires
I carry you in my soul.
I will not tire of praising forever
Your space, your beauty.
Chorus.
Young grain growers
Music by V. Grigorenko. Words by V. Semernin
Here the snowdrifts melt in the ravines,
The earth will warm with caress
Friends-grain growers will come out with a song
To our endless fields.
Golden skillful hands
Will lead to the vastness of the tractor,
Young friends and girlfriends
That we graduated from school yesterday.
Them native land brought up
From the cradle, like a mother, she took care
And they, as the soul suggested,
They devote their affairs to her.
Try your character in your work,
Sing a song over the vastness of the fields!
Dedicates the land to grain growers
Young and good friends.
Summer is leaving
Music by A. Novikov. Words by P. Chernyaev
Blue evening floats over the river,
The grove is noisy in ranks,
And a ripe bunch of mountain ash
For some reason knocking on the window.
Chorus: Summer is leaving, summer is leaving.
The nightingale has not been heard for a long time.
But I know, somewhere underdeveloped,
Underdeveloped
My maiden song!
I will follow the familiar path
I'll stand under the yellow rain.
Silver cobwebs
Are woven into my braid.
Chorus.
Crane flocks are flying
I wave my kerchief after them.
The golden time has come
And there is no desired friend.
Chorus.
Let the sunsets go out in the rowan trees
Under the singing of autumn winds.
It's too early for me to be sad -
Still far from the snow!
Chorus.
Tell me simple words
Music by Y. Zatsarny. Verses by S. Krasikov
(text in the collection)
Oryol region
Music by A. Krepkikh. Words by D. Blynsky
Oryol Territory - open spaces of the field,
Dear side forever,
Like the daughter of the great mother of Russia,
She lives with her in one breath.
The wind rustles in the birches, foaming the water,
At the blue beauty Oka,
On the banks of which Turgenev lived,
Leskov and Tyutchev are our fellow countrymen.
My land, my beloved land Orlovsky,
Land of victories and labor honor,
With factories and a Russian birch tree,
With lovers and a song over the river.
Birch tree
Music by E. Derbenko. Words by V. Dronnikov
In vain, white birch,
You are looking for your peace in the field.
He is where the vines curl low,
Where the bank hangs over the river.
There, next to the sad willow,
You would be festively bright
You would be the happiest
Which has never been.
And thunderstorms whistle in the dark field
And in the field the wind can see you.
Why are you, white birch,
Has one grown in the middle of the field?
Oh you sleigh!
Music by A. Krepkikh. Words by S. Yesenin
Oh you sleigh! And horses, horses!
Apparently the devil brought you to earth.
In the dashing steppe acceleration
The bell laughs to tears.
Sing, coachman, in spite of this night, -
Do you want me to sing along to you
About crafty girlish eyes,
About my cheerful youth.
Eh, you used to fold your hat,
Yes, you will lay in the shafts of the horse,
Yes, lay down on an armful of hay, -
Just remember what my name was.
And where did the posture come from!
And in the midnight silence
Talkative shetalyan
She persuaded more than one.
But still the soul did not cool down,
Snow and frost are so pleasant to me
Because over everything that was
The bell laughs to tears.
Desperate side
Music by L. Afanasyev-Bryanskiy. Words by D. Blynsky
Now the road, then the path is narrow,
Now a stream, now a river without a bottom, -
Oh you, Russian, our Russian,
Our desperate side.
Has rewarded with holy bonds
And she said to us: "Good hour!"
And not in blocks, not in unions,
And she bound us with hearts.
In this exuberant variety -
Someone from Baikal, and some from Oka-
We live in the middle of Eurasia,
Restless hares.
We will gather, celebrating a meeting,
Well, at least for half an hour:
Different speeches, different songs,
Very different voices.
Only we are alike
How are we alike — ask:
Not casual, not passers-by,
And the owners are in Russia.
Now the road, then the path is narrow,
Now a stream, now a river without a bottom, -
Oh you, Russian, our Russian,
Our desperate side.
A path over the hill
Russian folk song, arranged by N. Kutuzov
The path lies over the hill,
The light maiden runs along the path.
Chorus: Oh, lali, lali, lali,
Oh, lali, lali, lali.
The light maiden runs along the path,
A good fellow is in a hurry to meet her.
Chorus.
And the fellow has a pine hut,
Pure crystal collars.
Chorus.
Columns of pure crystal
Silver collar.
Chorus.
Oh you girl, you are a soul girl,
Will you go, mlada, to marry me?
Chorus.
Oh you, well done, a reasonable head,
As I love, love all your words.
Chorus.
As I love, love all your words,
I’ll get out, get out, mlada, marry you.
Chorus.
How I love all the words, yes,
I will marry you!
Oh you, wide steppe
(text in the collection)
I will go outside
Russian folk song. Arranged by A. Krepkikh. Bayan part by A. Belousov
(text in the collection)
You, Egor, curly
Russian folk song. Arranged by A. Krepkikh
You, Yegor, curly,
Oh you, Yegor, curly,
You, Yegor, curly,
Don't stand over me.
Don't you stand over me
Oh don't shake your head
Don't shake your head
I will not be behind you.
I will not be behind you
Oh, I won't be behind you
And I should be-visit
Behind the blush white.
And I should be,
Oh, for the white-rosy,
Behind the white-rosy,
For Curly Ivan.
Behind the white-rosy,
Oh, for Curly Ivan,
Behind Ivan the curly,
For Sergeich.
At dawn the snow fell
Russian folk song. Arranged by L. Afanasyev-Bryansky
At dawn the snow fell
At dawn, snow fell.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberries.
Vanya rode in a hurry,
I fell from my horse.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberries.
The girl saw
Hastily ran up.
Oh, viburnum, oh raspberries.
Quickly ran up,
She supported me for the hand.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.
I put a horse on a lie,
I saw off in the open field.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.
I saw off in the open field,
I ordered everything.
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.
"You will go to a clear field, -
Do not run over. "
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.
"On the good on the handsome
Don't look around. "
Oh, viburnum, oh, raspberry.
Exercise 1.Arrange punctuation marks, draw diagrams of homogeneous members.
Free mountains steppes steep waters deep seas and lakes, you have all contained native Russia in your boundless space. He was the only initiate of my plan and cooperated as best he could. Genkin's hut is made of planks and branches and leaves, between three trees, at a height of one and a half to two fathoms. He here knows everything from edge to edge and the land and the smallest bridges. The queen's rooks and bishops suddenly jumped up and fell under the table. Having settled in the nest, the starling begins to carry there any construction nonsense moss cotton wool feathers fluff rags straw dry grass.
Task 2.Correct errors in the construction of sentences with homogeneous members.
In the summer, the students of our class not only visited Novgorod and Pskov, but also Mikhailovsky. I really love to fish and do it not only in summer, but also in winter. I usually read on weekends in winter, but I also choose the time to go to the rink. For correct writing, the meaning of the wording of the rule is not so much important as the ability to apply it.
Task 3.Place a box around the word to define and underline a common definition with a wavy line. Use the arrow to indicate the relationship between the word being defined and the definition. Ask a question. Explain the setting of punctuation marks.
Sample: It was spring. And a hot smell floated not yet blossomed
acacias and wet dust. what?
He was still standing still, and she was already leaving into the lane overgrown with dense greenery. The vineyard area was like a covered cozy gazebo, dark and cool. The wooded shores were tormented by their monotony. The roots of the fallen trees, upturned from the layers of the earth, stood like pyramids. A muddy spring stream with slimy boulders protruding from it barred the road with a roar. The sun was sliding towards sunset, and two windows on the west side cast reddish reflections on the whitewashed walls. The train raced, urged on by Alyosha's impatience. There was a guard at two rakitas, which reminded me of the fortress on Fanagoriyka.
Task 4. Arrange punctuation marks when copying.
Peers of the same age, close relatives, they almost never parted. The guardian of the fishermen and their friend, their constant beacon, burns constantly at the post. The apostate of stormy pleasures Onegin at home locked himself yawning at his pen. I read that aloe is used as a medicine. Lyutikov as a member of the City Council was well known to all residents of the city. Primitive people imagined the sun as a huge bonfire or a giant red-hot stone. Bazunov is famous in the city as a connoisseur of antiquity.
Task 5. Rewrite the sentences with punctuation marks; insert the missing letters.
Great Chatsky brother! Shumi, get excited about the bad weather: He was your singer about the sea. Oh myself .. love you are the lever with which Archimedes wanted to raise the globe! Hey, beard, but how to get to Plyushkin, so as not to pass the manor house? Curly, here you are a brother of fifty years, every day I look not at the Volga and will see everything .. I can't. But didn't you come here from town for her chick? Oh mother motherland Not about myself sorrow .. I am sorry for you dear. Brother brother what are you talking about ..! O brave falcon in battle with enemies you bled out ... Field Russia Enough dragging ... with a plow through the fields. Glory..te hammer and died down the land of youth. No, you are my brother, so business with us will not work!
Task 6. Rewrite with punctuation marks. Underline the compositional conjunctions, indicate their category and function in the sentence.
The garden was quiet and warm. It smelled like mignonette and heliotrope, which had not yet bloomed in the flower beds. The gaps between the bushes and tree trunks were full of a thin, gentle fog soaked through with moonlight and that for a long time Ognev's memory remained in the memory of Ognev, wisps of fog similar to ghosts, quietly but noticeably for the eyes, walked behind each other across the alleys. The moon stood high above the garden, and below it, somewhere to the east, rushed transparent misty spots. The whole world seemed to consist only of black silhouettes and wandering white shadows and Ognev, watching the fog on a moonlit August evening, for almost the first time in his life thought that he was seeing not nature, but scenery.
Task 7. Parse sentences, draw up their schemes. Place punctuation marks.
1. Clouds swirl in the abysses of green radiant deserts of sunrise and shadows run down from the naked mountains of the color of roses and honey. 2. A leaf flies onto the stream, pockmarked and variegated behind a leaf, and a stream of dry and sharp chills comes. 3. The forest was quiet and smelled damp. 4. Towards evening, a familiar church appeared on the horizon and the barns turned white.
Task 8. Arrange punctuation marks when copying, explain their setting, correlating with the meanings of the parts in the MTP and WBS.
Such friends in the world are not afraid of anything one for all in response and all for one. So, then, the soldiers say correctly - always a soldier. Looks like a ruble will give. I’m for a candle, a candle in the stove, I’m running for that book. You will push the wet bush apart and will overwhelm you with the accumulated warm smell of the night. I was humble I was accused of guile. I told the truth, they did not believe me. This news made me very happy, it gave me the right to print these notes, and I took the opportunity to put my name above someone else's work. The pale gray sky brightened, grew colder, turned blue, the stars flashed blue, then disappeared. The ears quietly beat you in the face cornflowers cling to the legs of the quail screaming around the horse runs at a lazy trot. The moon was not in the sky, she rose late at that time. I know you have both pride and direct honor in your heart. The falcon flies up and presses itself to the ground. Praises are tempting how not to wish them? They plow arable land without waving their hands.
1. Sweetheart, how good! 2. Sing, light, don't be ashamed! 3. What if, sister, with such beauty, and you are a craftswoman to sing, because you would have had a king-bird! 4. And what are you, gossip, on the road? 5. Farewell, crested, happy journey! 6. Friends, don't be shy! 7. Tell me, dear Grove! Why is your fate so cruel? 8. How dare you, insolent person, muddy my drink with sand and silt with an unclean snout here? 9. Leisure for me to sort out your guilt, puppy! 10. Sister beauties! It would not be bad for us to adopt this! 11. Why are the Eagles so honored? Really for the flight, dear neighbor? 12. For a long time, Polkanushka, it hurts me myself that, being in the same yard with you dogs, we will not live a day without a fight. 13. Friends! What's all this fuss about? 14. You are gray, and I, friend, gray, and I have known your wolf nature for a long time. 15. No, gossip; I have often seen that your stigma is in fluff. 16. Don't leave me, dear godfather! 17. Before that, my dear, was it? (135 words.)
I. Krylov.
1. Sorry, peaceful places! Sorry, a secluded shelter! Will I see you? 2. Sorry, peaceful valleys, and you, the familiar mountains tops, and you, the familiar forests! I'm sorry, heavenly beauty, I'm sorry, cheerful nature! 3. Greetings to you, deserted corner, a haven of tranquility, work and inspiration. 4. Sorry, the games are golden! 5. Noise, noise, obedient sail, worry under me, gloomy ocean. Fly, ship, carry me to the far reaches of the formidable whim of the deceiving seas. 6. A sad star, an evening star! Your ray has silvered the wilted plains and the dormant bay and the black rocks of the summit. 7. Farewell, free element! For the last time in front of me, you roll blue waves and shine with proud beauty. Goodbye sea! I will not forget your solemn beauty and for a long, long time I will hear your hum in the evening hours. (126 words.)
A. Pushkin.
1. It's time, my child, get up: yes, you, beauty, are ready! 2. Ah, nanny! Do me a favor. 3. How slow-witted you are, nanny. 4. My dear friend, I am too old. 5. Girls, beauties, darlings, girlfriends, play out, girls, take a walk, dear! 6. Today, dear friends, I cannot retell. 7. You will agree, my reader, that our friend behaved very nicely with the sad Tanya. 8. By the way, brothers! I beg your patience. 9. Why are you, my old lady, silent at the window? Or are you, my friend, tired of the howling of the storm, or do you slumber to the sound of your spindle? 10. Don't sing, beauty, with me you are sad songs of Georgia. 11. Hello Don! From your distant sons, I brought you a bow. 12. Prepare the same, cherished Don, for the dashing riders, boiling juice, sparkling in your vineyards. (107 words.)
A. Pushkin.
1. Old man! I have heard many times that you saved me from death. 2. My child, stay here with me. 3. Farewell, father, give me your hand. 4. Father, father, leave threats, don't abuse your Tamara. 5. Blue mountains of the Caucasus, I greet you. 6. How I loved your storms, Caucasus! 7. Greetings to you, militant Slavs, holy cradle! 8. I love you, my damask dagger, bright and cold comrade. 9. Make way, O old man-sea, give shelter to my wave! 10. Peace to your heart, my dear Sasha! 11. Race faster, flying time! 12. Heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers! Azure steppe, pearl chain you rush, as if I were exiles, from the lovely north to the south. 13. Alone with you, brother, I would like to be. 14. Take, comrade, a friendly vow, accept the song of my homeland. 15. Guys! Isn't Moscow behind us? (132 words.)
M. Lermontov.
1. Hey, you, our faithful servant, Kiribeyevich, have you harbored an unholy thought? (...) It is indecent for you, Kiribeyevich to abhor the royal joy. 2. Well, my faithful servant! I will try to help your misfortune, your grief. 3. You tell me, tell me, Eremeevna, where did Alena Dmitrievna go, hiding at such a late hour? 4. My lord, Stepan Paramonovich, I will tell you a wonderful thing. 5. You and I, wife, got engaged, exchanged gold rings ... 6. My sir, red sun, or kill me, or listen! 7. Tell us, our elder brother, what happened to you, happened? 8. I will tell you, my dear brothers, that a great misfortune has befallen me. 9. Why did you, scarlet dawn, wake up? 10. Oh, where are you, good fellows? 11. It is good for you, kiddie, a daring fighter, a merchant's son, that you kept your answer in good faith. 12. Already you, my brothers, blood friends, kiss and hug at the last parting. (126 words.)
M. Lermontov.
a) 1. Hello, young, unfamiliar tribe! 2. While we are burning with freedom, while hearts are alive for honor, my friend, we will devote our souls beautiful impulses to the fatherland. 3. Comrade, believe: she will rise, the star of captivating happiness. 4. You are still asleep, lovely friend - it's time, beauty, wake up. 5. Gliding on the morning snow, dear friend, let us indulge in the running of an impatient horse. 6. How often in sorrowful separation, in my wandering destiny, Moscow, I thought about you!
A. Pushkin.
b) 1. Oh, you, my steppe, free steppe, wide you, steppe, have spread! 2. Wake up, shoulder! Swing, hand! You smell in the face, the wind from noon! Refresh, stir up the spacious steppe. Buzz, scythe, sparkle around! 3. You are not pain, soul! Take a break from worries.
A. Koltsov.
c) 1. Guys, stay here! 2. Baby! How are you, spine? 3. Did you, Malyshev, hear what your comrade said? (Lik.) 4. Katya, Katyushenka, I was accepted into the Komsomol! (Lik.) 5. Gleb Petrovich, the jubilee machine! (Nick.) (118 words.)
a) 1. Great, old! What a scowl you gossip! 2. Orinushka baked pancakes, she won't see enough of Vanyushka. 3. He did not like, sir, to talk about his military life. 4. You forgive, forgive, meadow! I mowed you down when I was young! 5. Farewell, dear! You are left alone again. 6. Take me, father, with you! 7. This work, Vanya, was terribly huge - not on the shoulder alone! 8. Brothers! You are reaping our fruits! 9. You take a closer look at him, Vanya, carefully: it was difficult for a man to get his bread! b) 1. Children, I will tell you about Mazai. 2. Obey, bunnies, grandfather Mazai! 3. I have heard stories from Mazai. Children, I wrote one for you. 4. Become ripe, ripe, mother rye! 5. Sit us down, boy, we'll get there more fun. (109 words.)
N. Nekrasov.
1. I know why you are crying, my mother! 2. You are no more, sister of my soul! 3. Ah, nanny! How many times have I shed tears for her in a heavy hour of my heart. 4. Let's wait, Ignasha, the master will come! 5. Madam! Remember my word. 6. Volga! Volga! In a spring full of water, you do not flood the fields as much as our land was overflowing with great grief of the people. 7. Look, Savosya, what a ring! 8. Muse, greet freedom with hope! 9. Oh Volga! .. my cradle! Did anyone love you as I do? 10. Home, kids! It's time for lunch! 11. Enough, Vanyusha! You walked a lot, it's time to get to work, dear. 12. Play, children! Grow free! 13. Motherland! I have not traveled across your plains with such a feeling! 14. My poems! Living witnesses for the world of shed tears. You will be born in moments of fatal spiritual thunderstorms and beat against human hearts like waves against a cliff. (126 words.)
N. Nekrasov.
1. Father, your hares are not nice to me now. 2. Well, listen, Stepan Ilyich! An official came from St. Petersburg. 3. I think, Anton Antonovich, that there is a subtle and more political reason (…). 4. I would also advise you, Ammos Fedorovich, to pay attention to places of office (…) 5. Hey, we know, darling, into whose garden the pebbles are thrown! 6. Sit down, gentlemen! 7. Pyotr Ivanovich, here's a chair for you! 8. Well, Anton Antonovich? Parade to the hotel? 9. Well, Mashenka, now we need to take care of the toilet. 10. What Avdotya, did you hear someone came there? 11. Hello, brother! 12. Listen, my dear, they still don't bring me dinner there. 13. Listen, kid: you, I see, are an agile guy. 14. Avdotya must come soon. 15. This is Dobchinsky, mama. 16. Really, mamma, Dobchinsky. 17. My respect, Marya Antonovna! 18. Hello, Peter Ivanovich! 19. Anton Antonovich sent you a note. 20. This way, uncle, here. (121 words.)
N. Gogol.
a) 1. Come on, the sun, spray brighter, burn with golden rays! 2. Hey, comrade! More life! Hurry up, don't delay, walk. 3. Come on, wind, stroke our skin, refresh our head and chest! 4. Hey, goalkeeper, get ready for the fight - you are sent to the gate! 5. Goodbye my friend, it's time to hike! 6. Fly faster, ski, stronger, stronger swing! 7. Come on, month, big-eyed friend, light the way! 8. Look, my friend, how good it is to swim in the sky! 9. Come on, comrade, let's fly. 10. Victory in labor, like victory in battle, will not come to us, friends.
Lebedev-Kumach.
b) 1. Goodbye, cities and huts, the long road is calling us. 2. At dawn, girls, leave the Komsomol to see off the detachment. 3. You girls, do not be sad without us - we will come back with a victory. 4. Hello, the city of ancient Russian glory, hello, the city of my youth! (Isak.) 5. Free steppes, steep mountains, waters of deep seas and lakes - you have contained everything, dear Russia, in your boundless, boundless space! (Isak. And Surk.) (133 words.)
IN A HEAVY HOUR
As he sees (Taras), Golokhoyenko gallops to him on horseback: "Trouble, chieftain, the Poles have grown stronger, a fresh force has come to help!" Before he had time to say to Golokhoyenko, Vovtuzenko gallops: “Trouble, chieftain, a new one is still coming down!” Before Vovtuzenko had time to say, Pisarenko was already running without a horse: “Where are you, dad? The Cossacks are looking for you ... "(...)" On horseback, Ostap! " - said Taras and hurried to find more Cossacks. (...) But they had not yet left the forest, and already the enemy force surrounded the forest on all sides. (…) “Ostap! Ostap, don't give in! " - shouted Taras. (…) And Ostap was suddenly attacked by six people; but not at a good hour it jumped: from one head flew, the other turned over; hit with a spear in the rib of a third. (...) "Good, son! .. Good, Ostap!" - shouted Taras. (…) Taras cuts and beats, pours gifts on both heads. “Ostap! Ostap, don't give in! " But Ostap is already overwhelmed. "Eh, Ostap, Ostap!" - shouted Taras. (132 words.)
According to N. Gogol.
TO SCHOOL LIBRARY READERS
Dear Readers! Our school library has about five thousand books. Over the past year, there were ten thousand book loans. On average, 5 books are published for each student. It's good. But we also have disadvantages. Some of you, dear friends, are careless with books: breaking the corners of sheets, making pencil and even ink marks. Such an attitude towards books, comrades, is unacceptable. Pioneers! Don't forget that the book is your first friend. Komsomol members! You should especially be careful when reading literature and set an example for all other students. In our library there are many books on agricultural topics, on topics about nature. Yunnats! You should be primarily interested in these books and recommend them to others. The library is regularly updated with books, newspapers and magazines on various sports. We recommend that you, athletes, be regular readers of this literature in order to keep abreast of sports life in our country. (140 words.)
