Start + First quests
Coming out of the dean's office, Artyom looked at the coveted "brick" in the record book. Well, the session is closed. There are two months of summer ahead. Classmates happily hustle and bustle moved in the direction of the nearest bar. After seeing them with sad eyes and sighing heavily, Artyom moved decisively 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. Meteorite 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 should be one of the first to unlock. But despite the arguments of reason, Artyom was disgusted with the very idea of completing this task. If you hand over 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 to the game for the sake of earning money, the idea of spending money where you can get it for free was also not acceptable. In general, having not made up his mind on the choice, Artem decided to first complete the task of the sheriff to destroy the rats.
Yesterday's corridor met with silence. Only the sound of closing doors behind my back. Artyom involuntarily looked around. The door looked pretty shabby. The bottom is densely covered with deep scratches and dents. As if the rats had repeatedly tried to break into the living compartment. 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 was lying 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, glittered.
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 hurriedly 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 retreating, then beating it in a safe place. From every killed rat, its tail regularly fell. A failure in the well-oiled work of killing rats came on the seventh corpse. Artyom habitually stretched out his hand, touching only that killed creature. She also habitually disintegrated into dust, leaving behind a tail. It was not customary that the tail fell out more than one. A piece of meat lay 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 quest log. "Bring ten pieces" and not a word about whose meat should be. Is there really a third way out of a difficult situation? But for this you need to get nine more.
Cheered up, Artyom enthusiastically set to work on the next rat. One tail fell out again. And with 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 to receive your reward.
But still 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 had a clearly technical purpose. Bundles of wires and fiber optic cables curled from above. Along the walls ran a battery of pipes of various sizes. 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 went out onto 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 on it the battle was in full swing. 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, blowing 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 although 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 only 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, screaming, one fell. The second one fell apart almost immediately. By this time, Artem also finished off his first opponent. The experience gained over the morning in rat-fighting tactics made itself felt. Artyom was constantly moving, preventing the creatures from attacking 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 was surprised to realize 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 race of cyborgs. 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 him, 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 creature 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 Artyom 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 twirled the pipe. The cleaving 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, I didn't even have any weapons left. And I deliberately pulled the rats in a pile so as not to run after each one.
Such a 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 booty and now stood holding out her hand.
Peace? My name is Blonde.
A 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.
Is hunger backing 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 be 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 had. 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 were 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 remaining 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. The workaround was noticed together. More precisely, he was prompted by a rat leaning out of the ventilation box that 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 who 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 is 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 through a bluish beam of light.
The light beam was narrow, but quite bright. The blonde disappeared into the pipe again.
Now it's all clear. There is a fan in front, you see the panel was removed in order to get admission to the mechanism for repair.
Is it possible to climb 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 was heard from the hole,
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. Artyom 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 too. They were on the other side of the rubble. On this side, it was flatter, which allowed rats to enter the duct without any 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 cautiously moved forward. The view caused the Blonde to sigh in amazement. Artyom was more eloquent:
I think 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 by thirty centimeters. Powerful claws and thick, bumpy tail. Like its smaller relatives, it 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 didn't 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.
So 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 advisable 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 !! - Blondes pipe falls on one of the monster's paws. The crunch of bones is clearly audible. This reduces agility a little, making the rat more clumsy. Artem immediately changes his 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 have received a new level. Current level: 3. Skills available for study: collecting resources-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 dead rat and again amazed at its size, Artyom went to the far wall of the room. He wondered what the 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 dumbfounded 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 replenishment of the account. 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 the size of 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 reputation points with Slot # 317. Accept? Not really.
And the rat turned out to be not even a rat at all, but quite a guard dog. And I kept wondering 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 lingered, replacing the unscrewed duct panels. As explained by the Blonde - do not simplify the life of 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 yesterday Artyom got acquainted with the upper level more or less, then here for him everything was a wonder. Walking along the corridor, following the Blonde, he only had time to twist his head. There was a realm of mechanisms here, and the cyborgs who ran it all. From all sides came the grinding and heavy blows, the screeching of saws and grinders. From time to time there was the roar of horns 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 brief 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 open 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 the next 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 circling with a partner. It was so unexpected that Artyom did not even have time to remove the weapon. So he circled, with knives clutched 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 the transport was in the game, it could only be used in the 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, this was the fault of the players, 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, these young people. All of 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 begun 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 hall was followed by the nearest corridors. The valiant law enforcement officer was found only in the bar near Ferum.
Seeing Artyom enter, the bartender's lips curled into a vile grin. With a rather wink, he asked:
Well, why should I reheat a frying pan? Have you got some fresh meat?
Shrugging off the question, Artyom hurried to the Sheriff's table. As we progressed, the bartender's face grew more and 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 remembered his suspicions. He was immediately confused. Unable to explain anything, he just laid the rat tails on the table.
Completed the mission "The Gray Invasion". Experience gained. Loans received. Reputation with the settlement "Compartment No. 317" has been 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.
Damn it! 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 stood up resolutely - 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.
The same message was received by all the players present. The hall rustled approvingly. From everywhere listened to the noise of the hastily pushed back chairs. Players left the bar hoping to be the first to reach the termites' queen.
Shall we go too? It will take money to build even a simple scooter.
Wait a minute. There is one more unfinished business left.
Artem 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 killer with a fanatical fire in his eyes, who appeared before him a minute ago. They are not here. 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 very 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, after all, 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).
Everything is subject to man, even taming wildlife... Challenging it, people build cities on rocks and mountain slopes, in fact, cities of fantastic beauty, looking at which, take your breath away.
They look like illustrations to fairy tales and look unreal and charming. How you want to see this beauty for real, and you can do it right now!
Rocamadour, city in France
In the deep valley of the Alzou River, reminiscent of a canyon, the picturesque town of Rocamadour is located, attracting merchants, pilgrims and guests from all over the world to its arms. This village is seen as something transcendent and incredible. Seeing her live, I want to ask the question: "Who could have thought of settling on a steep cliff almost nine centuries ago?" The village was built on rocky stupas and it feels like it is located vertically. There are only two streets here, and you can walk uphill along long, rather steep staircases, looking at the bizarre "toy" houses, structures, chapels and old churches. The Chapel of Notre Dame de Puy houses the Black Madonna and the relics of Saint Amadur.
Locals say that the relics periodically perform miracles and at this moment the bell begins to ring. At the very top of the cliff rises the Rocamadour castle, and a large staircase leads to it, passing between 14 intermediate platforms, symbolizing the fourteen stops of Jesus Christ going to the crucifixion. At the very top, where the stairs lead, the Calvary cross was erected, and according to tradition, pilgrims come here, who make their entire difficult journey on their knees, stopping at each site for prayer.
Azenhas do Mar, a city in Portugal
Azenhas do Mar is a city on the rocks, located on the picturesque seaside of the Lisbon region, stands for "sea mill". Many years ago there was an Arab occupation here - it was then that the history of this city, imbued with antiquity, began. At that time, the Azenyash water mills appeared and the city was given its current name. Azenhas do Mar is spread out on a cliff, washed below by the waves of the ocean, and at first glance it may seem that the city is as if embedded in the rock.
It seems that some houses are balancing on the edge of an abyss, and a little more, and will fall into the ocean. Tourists are attracted not only by endless beaches with clear water, but also by the pools created in the rock by nature itself. In the thirties, a tram line was opened here, and a string of tourists flowed here. Here you need to enjoy the magnificent views and the famous Portuguese red wine Kularis. There are vineyards in this city, and in order for the seedling to take root in the sandy post, it has to be buried to a depth of 10 meters.
Ronda city in Spain
Everyone knows that Andalusia is one of the most colorful and vibrant regions in Spain. Seasoned tourists rent a car and go to independent travel away from the traditional routes in search of the new and the surprising. Here, high in the mountains, it literally "soars" over the El Tajo gorge the most beautiful city Rhonda. In that the oldest settlement the Romans, Celts, Phoenicians and Arabs left their rich historical heritage. At first glance, absolutely everything here admires: a frightening concentration of attractions and incredible landscapes that take your breath away. And all this splendor is located on an area of 481 sq. Km.
Ronda is a city of "white houses" where you can enjoy magnificent views from almost anywhere. This city is the birthplace of Bullfighting, and here you can see the oldest bullring in Spain, which was built in 1784. The famous Pedro Romero, the founder of modern bullfighting, performed in this arena and, according to the inhabitants, he has 5,600 dead bulls on his account. In this city, stereotypes are erased, and an awareness of traditions, the depth of Spanish culture, the way of life of many generations of real Andalusians comes. Be sure to visit the arena, museum of bullfights and bullfighters to "taste" the spirit of real Spain.
Rhonda's calling card is the famous New bridge, built in the deepest part of the gorge (98 meters), and the narrowest. The construction took 37 years. Ronda is fraught with a mixture of cultures and traditions of many peoples. This is a city that does not obey logic, but at the same time, alluring, mystical, soaring like a bird over an abyss. Small private museums, cozy antiques shops - here tourists will fully experience the local flavor.
Piodan town, Portugal
Piodan is a district in Portugal, a village with ancient history, ideally fit into the mountainous landscape of the Serra do Azor ridge. This place with marvelous landscapes, pastures, springs with spring water resembles a Christmas picture, and when the lights are lit in the village in the evening, these mountain slopes show an amazingly beautiful picture. There is an abundance of slate, which became the main material in the construction of houses in this mountain village, which is pierced by narrow winding streets.
It seems that everything around is done in one color - streets are paved with slate, houses are built from it, although windows and doors painted with bright blue paint are striking everywhere. This is a tradition and a distinctive feature of the mountain village, which is associated with many interesting stories... The building material is dark in color, which is why the houses here are brown too. For a long time this place served as a safe haven for those who fled from justice. According to some reports, one of the murderers of his beloved Pedro I was hiding here from royal wrath in the 14th century.
Italy, the city of Riomaggiore
This bright, unusually beautiful Riomaggiore - a town on the rocks, shimmering in the sun with multi-colored colors, is comfortably located on an elevated rocky coast in the territory of the Five Lands park. Here, in every narrow street, winding among the houses built one above the other on the coastal cliffs dropping to the sea, there is an atmosphere of medieval antiquity. During numerous wars, the village was an impregnable fortress for enemies, since the houses here were built on a stepped system, and it was almost impossible to capture them. But today it makes the living of people a little dangerous, since there is still a chance of falling off a cliff and getting crippled.
The oldest building dates back to the 13th century. Numerous stone staircases, winding streets give the city on the rock a unique flavor, where facades of different colors create a bright contrast with the blue Mediterranean sky and the emerald-turquoise sea. The movement of cars here is difficult and has been completely prohibited for a long time. You will walk around the city along narrow streets and stairs, smoothly ascending steep rocky slopes. In the world famous restaurants of the town, you will enjoy classic Italian cuisine and seafood. If you decide to have an unforgettable wedding, then Riomaggiore is your dream city! In such a romantic place, you can easily find a cafe for a wedding with a stunning view, or a small restaurant for a romantic dinner.
Castellfulit de la Roca in Spain
A person sometimes builds truly incredible cities, choosing a place that looks completely unsuitable for life. Imagine a sheer rock 50 meters high of basalt origin, which is almost a kilometer long. It contains only a single narrow street, along which houses are built on both sides. The street ends almost at the edge of the plateau. Imagine this is a large part of the town of Castellfulit de da Roca, an amazing Catalan town with incredible charm, home to just 1000 people. Many houses in the old city, located at the very edge of a basalt rock formed from two colliding lava flows, are built of volcanic rocks.
Structures are located along a narrow fishing rod, like two snakes crawling side by side. The city is a natural landmark of the region, towering above the surrounding landscape, and medieval houses still stand, retaining their grandeur and strength, because building material became the volcanic rock itself! On both sides of the rocky hill there are steep cliffs washed by two rivers, on the banks of which the inhabitants have set up nice vegetable gardens. The settlement is located in a volcanic region, on the territory of which there are about 70 volcanoes. Today, some of them still spew mud and ash. But what a view opens from the windows!
Italy, the ancient city of Manarola
Part national park Ciqué Terre consists of five small towns, of which Manarola is the oldest. Tourists are attracted by colorful bright buildings, and modern buildings perfectly coexist with ancient architectural structures, which are more than 500 years old.
This seaside fishing town in Liguria sits on a cliff overhanging the wild coastline of the sea. There is a church, built in 1338, vineyards grow, which give excellent wines. The small harbor of Manarola complements the picturesque picture of colorful houses, these houses on the very seashore are erected above the gorge on the rocky slopes. The lack of a beach does not prevent divers from exploring the caves, underwater world and rocky crevices.
Ancient city of Wadi Dawan, in Yemen
In the desert country of Yemen, located in the south of the Arabian Peninsula on high dry mountains with uneven peaks and numerous plateaus, Wadi Dawan is located. There are no permanent rivers in the country, but in regions located high in the mountains, there are seasonal river valleys, which are called "wadis". The houses here are built of clay bricks on several floors, and the floors are made of wood.
Wadi Davan is an impressive place in its splendor, and at first glance, every tourist is breathtaking. Numerous towns and villages are much better preserved here than in other regions of Yemen. Among the sandy-colored clay houses, anyone will be surprised by a multi-colored multi-storey building, and each village of Wadi Davan will reveal something new and extraordinary to the tourist. But not everyone dares to visit it - in recent decades, Yemen has been a hot zone for terrorists.
Small town Vernazza, Italy
In the Italian province of La Spezia, there is a small town on the cliffs of Vernazza, where a peaceful atmosphere of calmness and sweet bliss always reigns. A small picturesque bay is surrounded by majestic cliffs, where colorful houses, closely nestling to each other, look into the sea. Tourists claim that it is Vernazza who personifies a cheerful, vibrant Italy, filled with romance - the kind that they wanted to see. Many ancient architectural buildings have been preserved here, which perfectly "get along" with the modern buildings of Vernazza.
But the picture of general integrity and harmony only enhances the stunning impression of the environment. This quiet town is home to less than a thousand people, so here you will find peace and quiet. People don't drive in the city, so you won't find such clean air anywhere else in Italy. People come here not for a beach holiday, but for a pure ecology of nature and architectural sights. Vernazza is one of the five cities that make up national park The Cinque Terre, where menacing cliffs, colorful houses and azure sea will always leave the best impressions.
Monasteries on the rocks of Meteora, Greece
One of the most striking sights of Greece are the monasteries of Meteora, "cut" into the sheer cliffs. The very name Meteora translates as "hanging" in the air. This is the most accurate description of six amazing monasteries in Greece. Back in the 11th century, hermits from Byzantium climbed a cliff to be alone with God, and already in the 14-15th centuries real monasteries were built. The natural safety from the invasion of enemies and the greatness of this place made it possible to create a large monastic community, where to this day you can see with your own eyes 6 monasteries on the tops of the rocks of Thessaly.
This geological phenomenon in the northern part of Greece is surprising in that 60 million years ago, under the influence of winds, water and temperature changes, massive stone pillars began to appear, as if hanging in the air among the clouds. Even modern climbers do not dare to climb the almost sheer round rocks, although, having lifted their heads up, at the top of almost all the pillars you can see a temple. It is difficult even to imagine what colossal work was invested in the construction of these temples and monasteries in such extreme conditions.
The capital of Bolivia is the high-altitude city of La Paz
La Paz is the highest mountain capital in the world and the commercial and political center of Bolivia. The city center is located at an altitude of 3650 meters, and the international airport is 4082 meters. La Paz is called the beating heart of Bolivia, and this place is unique in that it is located in a huge "bowl" of the river bed, which dried up millions of years ago. For almost 500 years, the city of La Paz has been steadily climbing up the slopes of the canyon. It seems that the city wants to look beyond the sharp edges of the canyon to enjoy the purest air of the Andes and look at the fluffy clouds reflected in the motionless surface of Lake Titicaca. In this discouraging city, take a leisurely stroll through the stone-paved squares.
Among the majestic cathedrals and buildings of the Spanish era, you can find peasant women in bright woolen robes and in national bowlers. The high-altitude location of the capital will tire even experienced tourists, so it is better to choose walking routes to the central part of the city. The city has many interesting museums where you can get acquainted with the culture of the country. The area around the capital is also called "Little Bolivia" because of the variety of magnificent landscapes. The famous "Valley of the Moon" Valle de La Luna is a kind of labyrinth of rocky towers, picturesque cliffs and small canyons.
City on the rocks of Pitigliano, Italy
Erected on sheer cliffs cities are striking in the contrast between the creation of man and nature itself. For various reasons, people settled here, but in most cases these were security measures and protection from the enemy. Pitigliano is a small Etruscan town in Tuscany, located on a high hill 300-663 meters above sea level. Rocks surround this city on three sides, which the Etruscans made impregnable to enemies. This interesting town, located in the tuff zone, rises on a plateau formed by 3 rivers.
Poof is a rock formed from volcanic ash, so Patigliano is one of the most beautiful places in Italy that attracts tourists. This unique city Tuscany is filled with palaces, towers, various medieval monuments, and when you walk through the narrow streets, you realize that everything here is shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere. Patigliano is also known as Little Jerusalem - there is a synagogue here, and many Jews live who managed to survive during the war.
City on Mont Saint-Michel, France
The castle of Mont Saint-Michel is one of the most popular sights of France, which captivates with a fabulous view and uniqueness. After all, this monastery, erected in a rock, sticking out of the depths of sea water, looks truly stunning and magnetic. At the top of the rock, the height of which is about 80 meters, the walls of the ancient abbey abut against the sky. At a height of 155.5 meters above sea level, a spire rises, at the end of which there is a golden figurine of an archangel with a sword.
The castle of Mont Saint-Michel is protected from all sides by the sea, and a dam leads to the mainland. Victor Hugo was here, and impressed by what he saw, he called this place "The Pyramid in the Ocean." Inland there is only one street, on both sides of which toy houses dating back to the 15th-16th centuries are huddled together. Many amazing legends are associated with this place, so it is better to see this place yourself and solve the mysteries of the island. Moreover, twice a year this place becomes an island, and during high tides the water rises by 10 meters. The most dangerous villains and criminals lived in the castle for half a century and is popularly called the “provincial Bastille”.
Greece, Santorini town on the mountain slopes
Santorini is beautiful mysterious place, with whose name many legends are associated. Some call it the Pompeii of the Aegean Sea, others call it the lost Atlantis, but this island was recognized by numerous tourists as the most romantic one. The wonderful Santorini archipelago, consisting of 5 islands, appeared 3500 years ago as a result of a volcanic explosion.
This enchanting island, thanks to its unique geography, is unlike any other place on Earth. It is famous for its unique architecture and colored sand beaches due to the volcanic properties of the soil. The city itself is located in a place with a special geological structure due to volcanic activity - this is its distinctive feature. On the steep coastline snow-white houses rise above each other, where, finding yourself in the interweaving of arches, quarters and streets, it is easy to get lost. In the picturesque town of Santorini, history buffs are advised to visit the local museums: the Archaeological Museum and the Museum of Prehistoric Fera. There is so much here: business centers, sanctuaries, theaters, ruins of ancient buildings, houses and graves of different eras, hot springs.
Explanation (see also Rule below).
Here's the correct spelling.
There were no majesty mountains and rocks surrounded by clouds; it was an ordinary Russian space: fields, meadows, rare villages with straw 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–;
wooden - 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 N and NN from school textbooks and gives additional information from 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 Unified State Exam.
14.1 N and NN in the numbing 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, there is NN, if:
1) pri-la-ha-tel-nye ob-ra-zo-va-but from the noun-tel-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), caratine (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 (from commun-shi-Na + N), long (from lengthNa + H)
Note: the word "strange" from the point of view of the modern language does not have suf-fiq-sa N in its composition and does not appear nym to the word "country". But it is possible to explain the NN thread: a person from a foreign country considers it to be ina -ron-nim.
These-mo-lo-gi-che-ski can be explained by the word "genuine": genuine in Ancient Rus na-zy-va it was true, yes, to-that-I am under-su-di-my go-ril "under the long-ni-ka-mi" - especially long-ni-ka-mi or whip-ta-mi.
2) pri-la-ga-tel-no-ra-zo-va-but on behalf of the su-sh-tel-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: no-wind-rEN-Ny).
Note:
Meet the words-names are pri-la-ha-tel, in which H 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-xya N
In suf-fik-sakh pri-la-ha-tel-ni-she-xya N, if:
1) when-la-ha-tel-noe has a suf-fix -IN- ( go-lo-bI-Ny, we-shI-Ny, so-lo-vy-Ny, tig-rI-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, ko-zA-Ny, ov-sYa-Ny, earth-lYa-Noy). Words with this suf-fik-som often have the meaning “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 words, ob-ra-zo-van-nyh from gl-go-lov. 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 (= 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 from-glacial pri-la-ga-tel
In suf-fik-sah, full pri-parts and voiced pri-la-ga-tel-s are written NN, if I would like to 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? buy-lin-ny, you-buy-lin-ny;
from the head-lovers to throw, to throw (what to do ?, a better view): bro-shen-ny-for-bro-shen-ny.
The 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 kind ( 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, for example: mo-ro-zhen-noe in ho-lo-dil-ni-ke, var-rEN-Nye in bu-lo-no).
AT-ME-CHA-NIE: In cases, when the full attachment goes to the specific preposition in the name of the g-tel-noe, na-pi-sa-nie do not me-nya-sya. For example: Excited with this co-community, 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 how? 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 revolt, 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 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-ny 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-fenced words are a part.
In such cases, in a statement to the task, we write: pr-la-ha-tel-noe, ob-ra-zo-van-noe from the part or pr-la-g-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 out of the row of keys count-ta-Nye (mi-nu-you), de-la-Noe (equal-no-soul-shie)... These words are pi-jester-Xia in general pra-vu-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 at the appearance of the p-joke, in general, the right-to-see: chewed-out, pod-ko-vaN-Ny, isklevaN-Ny.
one N. Comparatively: 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).
clever to define the kind of a word is difficult.
14.2. 2 One H in off-the-head pri-la-ha-tel
In suf-fik-sakh, from-vow-gol-ny-la-ga-tel-ny-s-s-xa-s-xa, if:
the word ob-ra-zo-va-but from 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 vy-vy-si-my 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-qi-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 in a row when -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,
va-rEN-Ny for a couple(his wa-ri-li) car-to-fel.
ONE-LI-TEA-TE: the pri-parts (right) and the pri-la-ha-tel (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 relationship with this man, but agreeing 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-sA-feminine at the table;
pri-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 na-zy-va-ut same-no-ha, from the word fate-ba) - 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-nye
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-kind, 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-cut-E-Ny to cover), evil-to-to-va-Ny (to-vat), little-ez-zHE-Ny (ez-dit), little-ho- W-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-top-shen-no-kind, that means, we write NN: smooth O beautiful ( O paint), fresh per mo-ro-wife-Ny ( per mo-ro-zit), etc.).
In the second part of complex forms, it is written N, although there is an attachment PER-: 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 short 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-ch-la-ha-tel-nye and ad-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 is it? ko-va? how-to-you? how-to-in? how-to-you ?, a short ad-part - what has been done? what have you done? what is done? what have you done?
2) by knowledge(a brief accessory has to do with the action, you can replace the thread with the head; a short application gives ha-rak -te-ri-sti-ku-de-la-e-my word, about the action is not co-general);
3) on-li-chiyu for-wi-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) railway; 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 (which one?) |
| 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 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-ko-you?) -from 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, for example: calmly with one H, since in pr-la-ha-tel-nom calm suf-f-fix N; slowly with NN, since in pri-la-ha-tel-n slow HH; enthusiastically with NN, since in part infatuated NN.
With the seemingly non-complexity of this right-vi-la, there is a problem of blemishness, the short kih pri-parts and brief pri-la-ha-tel-nyh. For example, in the word co-wed-do-to-che (N, NN) it is not possible to choose one or another nap-sa-ness WITHOUT knowing than this word is in the pre-lo-ze-nii or word-in-so-che-ta-nii.
ONCE-LI-TEA-TE short pri-la-g-tel, short pri-part and speech.
1) on the issue: short pri-la-ha-tel-nye - what is it? ko-va? how-to-you? how-to-in? how-to-you ?, a short ad-part - what has been 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 the action, you can replace the thread with the head; a short application gives ha-rak -te-ri-sti-ku defining-de-la-e-my word, about the action is not co-general); in-speech denotes a sign of action, as it proceeds)
3) by role in the pre-lo-gion:(short pri-la-ga-tel-nye and short-a-cliche
from-but-sit-xia to gl-go-lu and y-e-th-th-th-th-th-th)
14.5. N and NN in the names of the nouns
1.In nouns (as well as in short appendices and in speeches) there are as many H as in pri-la-ga-tel-nyh (pri-parts-sti-yah), from whom they form-ra-zo-va-ny:
| 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-fya-noy) |
From the names of the 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 form-a-zo-vy-vat-Xia from the heads and other names of s-ness-tel-tel-nye.
| Pishet-sya 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) | muck / 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 / nitsa | BUT: pri-da-noe (from pri-give) |
| insomnia | student |
| aspen / nick | imp-silver / enik |
| ringing / beating | silver-re / nick |
Note to the table: * Words that 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)
I have never seen anything less like an earthly landscape. And she was glad when the lathered horses reached the top of the slope and trotted out into the valley. There were no stately houses, no gardens - only rocks and brown, dead heather. Once a flock of black-nosed sheep was caught. Finally we passed a tiny village, low thatched houses that were huddled flat on the stony ground. Then we climbed the last slope, and the appearance of Blacktower appeared before my frightened eyes.
From the top of the slope, we came to a wide plateau, strewn with gravel, and passed the powerful walls into the courtyard, illuminated by flaming torches. Mrs. Cannon woke up, got out of her cloak and hurried to the door.
The door opened onto a stone-floored corridor that was even colder than outside. At times we could smell the kitchen, which convinced me that we were in the back of the house, not far from the kitchen. Mrs. Cannon trotted briskly ahead of me, passing corridor after corridor, and finally we proceeded through the doors into the hallway at the entrance to the house. Wooden floors were laid on the wild stone; moreover, there were carpets, for which fact my cold ankles were very grateful. There was a heavy oak door in one of the walls, which probably led to the front door, where carriages drove up. A pretty ladder led to the second floor.
“We only use the west wing,” Mrs. Cannon explained panting as she climbed the steps. “The rest of the house is in ruins, and then it's too, too big.
But the western wing alone seemed to me completely immense. The corridors here were also carpeted and lit with candles in wall brackets.
Finally Mrs. Cannon stopped in front of one of the doors and opened it.
- This is my room. No, do not sit down, my dear, while I will see if all the necessary arrangements have been made for you.
She pulled the bell, and soon one of the maids answered the bell. The girl was young, of strong build, her hair was decorated with linen braid, and she was dressed in a dark home dress with a white apron and cap. Her plump pink face would be pretty if she weren't so sullen.
“Come in and close the door,” Mrs. Cannon ordered her sharply. “Miss Gordon, this young girl's name is Betty. She will answer your call the same as mine. Well, speak up, you silly girl! - she added, and for a moment I thought that these words refer to me. - What room have you prepared for Miss Gordon?
- Red room, Mom.
- It is quite suitable. Come on, Betty, there's no point standing here with your mouth open; show Miss Gordon the red room.
The elderly lady had already settled down by the fire, placing both plump legs on the grate. I got up, not in the least surprised by her impudence; I already knew that Mrs. Cannon is a kind woman, but preoccupied primarily with her own convenience and comfort.
When I was already moving towards the door, she muttered through her doze:
“I'll dine here, Miss Gordon. Will you join me? Betty will lead you ...
I thanked her heartily, but I think the old lady fell asleep before the door closed behind me.
The red room, which was three doors down the hallway from Mrs. Cannon's, was as cheerful as her name. Fire danced in the hearth, casting warm reflections on the creamy curtains and curtains of the bed. The floor was covered with a bright Turkish carpet.
Betty barely closed the door behind us, and she immediately opened it again. A dull-looking servant entered the room without knocking, without ceremony threw my load on the floor and left.
After unpacking my luggage, I pulled a chair over to the fire and sank down on it with a sigh of relief. Having warmed up, I was almost dozing when Betty returned.
“If you like, miss, I came to ask if you would like me to help you change your clothes?
- I'm dressed, thank you. If Mrs. Cannon dines with all the ceremony, she will have to excuse me.
- The owner sent me to say that you will dine with him.
The owner, in fact, I thought. My first reaction was protest. I opened my mouth to say that I was too tired to endure a formal dinner tonight. But then I realized that it was just naivety. I was not Mr. Hamilton's guest, I was at his office. The invitation contained an order.
Obedient to some kind of stubbornness, I dressed in my best dress, although its plunging neckline and short sleeves left my shoulders bare and unprotected from the cold. But in any case, the black moire went very well to my hair, and the skirt rustled when I moved. I combed my hair up, tucking it into a high crown, and letting some curls fall over my shoulders.
When I turned away from the dim reflection in the mirror, Betty stared at me with her mouth open.
- Does it suit me? I asked with a smile.
“You look so beautiful, miss!
I was right. She turned out to be quite pretty.
Shivering from the cold, I followed Betty into the living room. It was nice to know that in this house I already found a response in someone's soul, even if it was the soul of a servant. However, the living room amazed me. This is usually a room reserved for women, but this one did not contain any exquisite Dresden porcelain figurines or colored curtains. The furniture was old-fashioned and massive, crudely crafted and blackened from antiquity. The walls were hung with engravings of hunting subjects and bristled with the horns of poor dead deer. Strange, but only then did I first think of Mr. Gavin Hamilton. Mr. Hamilton had a daughter, so he must have had a wife at one time. Apparently he was a widower. But I kept wondering why his wife had never tried to furnish this room differently.
I could hardly look away from the stunning sight of Mrs. Cannon in evening dress to curtsey to my master. He hasn't changed; he was still wearing the same traveling coat and the same heavy boots that I had seen him in last night. He asked me how I had endured the trip, and I replied that it was good enough, although this, apparently, was superfluous. The conversation stalled. Mr. Hamilton devoted his full attention to the decanter of porter. Mrs. Cannon looked at him like a faithful dog who does not know exactly what is expected of her, and I warmed my legs by the fire.
We were invited to dinner by a rather strange man, disgusting looking, dressed in a dirty Scottish skirt and jacket. The tartan skirt interested me because I thought they were traditional Hamilton colors, but I could not clearly make out the pattern due to the splashes of dirt. An old servant led the procession, carrying a massive silver candelabrum, and we followed him into the older part of the house. The corridor with stone floors and stone walls was like a long cavern. Cold drafts pierced it, making the candlelight flame dance wildly. I felt like I was walking ankle-deep in the snow. Finally the old man leaned his shoulder against the massive door, paneled, and we entered the dining room.
In the old house, this must have been the main hall. There were candles on the table, which was long enough to accommodate thirty guests at once, but they gave too little light to overcome the impressive cave darkness of the room. The ceiling beams were lost in the blackness, something like a giant cobweb dangling from them.
The food that had to be carried through all these cold corridors from the kitchen to the west wing hit our table already cold. Mr. Hamilton didn’t seem to have paid any attention to it. He talked animatedly about the antiquities of the castle, and what I initially took for a spider web turned out to be torn flags and banners of the Hamiltons of the past. The owner also pointed out the portraits on the walls to me. I was ready to assume that they were there, but I could not see them. My legs turned to ice. As soon as I could, I immediately gave signals to Mrs. Cannon, indicating that I was exhausted, and hoping that, having received my signal, she would guess that we could both leave and leave Mr. Hamilton alone with his wine. But she sat with her eyes closed, with the most vague smile. I started to climb.
