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According to Paustovsky, cold rain poured for several days. Farewell to summer

It was the end of November - the saddest time in the village. The cat slept all day, curled up on an old chair, and shuddered in his sleep as dark water rushed through the windows.

The roads were washed away. The river carried yellowish foam, similar to a shot down squirrel. The last birds hid under the eaves, and for more than a week now no one has visited us: neither grandfather Mitri, nor Vanya Malyavin, nor the forester.

It was best in the evenings. We lit the stoves. The fire was noisy crimson reflections trembled on the log walls and on the old engraving - a portrait of the artist Bryullov. Leaning back in his chair, he looked at us and, it seemed, just like us, having put aside the open book, he was thinking about what he had read and listening to the hum of the rain on the plank roof.

The lamps burned brightly, and the disabled copper samovar sang and sang its simple song. As soon as he was brought into the room, it immediately became cozy - perhaps because the glass fogged up and the lonely birch branch that knocked on the window day and night was not visible.

After tea we sat by the stove and read. On such evenings, the most pleasant thing was to read the very long and touching novels of Charles Dickens or leaf through the heavy volumes of the magazines “Niva” and “Picturesque Review” from the old years.

At night, Funtik, a small red dachshund, often cried in his sleep. I had to get up and wrap him in a warm woolen rag. Funtik thanked him in his sleep, carefully licked his hand and, sighing, fell asleep. The darkness rustled behind the walls with the splash of rain and blows of the wind, and it was scary to think about those who might have been overtaken by this stormy night in the impenetrable forests.

One night I woke up with a strange feeling. It seemed to me that I had gone deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes closed, listened for a long time, and finally realized that I was not deaf, but that there was simply an extraordinary silence outside the walls of the house. This kind of silence is called “dead”. The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. You could only hear the cat snoring in its sleep.

I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - behind the Glass everything was snowy and silent. A lonely moon stood at a dizzying height in the foggy sky, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.

When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so light that the arrows showed clearly. They showed two o'clock.

I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens were bewitched by the cold.

Through the window I saw how big gray bird sat on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed and snow fell from it. The bird slowly rose and flew away, and the snow kept falling like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything became quiet again.

Reuben woke up. He looked outside the window for a long time, sighed and said:

– The first snow suits the earth very well.

The earth was elegant, looking like a shy bride.

And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stems sticking out from under the snow.

Grandfather Mitriy came to visit for tea and congratulated him on his first trip.

“So the earth was washed,” he said, “with snow water from a silver trough.”

– Where did you get this, Mitri, such words? – Reuben asked.

- Is there anything wrong? – the grandfather grinned. “My mother, the deceased, told me that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug and therefore their beauty never faded. This was before Tsar Peter, my dear, when robbers ruined merchants in the local forests.

It was difficult to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge of the forest. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but “the ache in his bones did not let him go.”

It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.

The day seemed to be dozing. From cloudy high sky Lonely snowflakes fell occasionally. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled to the ground like beads.

We wandered through the forests until dusk, going around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches sat, ruffled, on rowan trees covered with snow.

We picked several bunches of red rowan, caught in the frost - it was last memory about summer, about autumn.

On the small lake - it was called Larin's Pond - there was always a lot of duckweed floating around. Now the water in the lake was very black and transparent - all the duckweed had sank to the bottom by winter.

A glass strip of ice has grown along the coast. The ice was so transparent that even close up it was difficult to notice. I saw a flock of rafts in the water near the shore and threw a small stone at them. The stone fell on the ice, rang, the rafts, flashing with scales, darted into the depths, and a white grainy trace of the impact remained on the ice. That’s the only reason we guessed that a layer of ice had already formed near the shore. We broke off individual pieces of ice with our hands. They crunched and left a mixed smell of snow and lingonberries on your fingers.

Here and there in the clearings birds flew and squealed pitifully. The sky overhead was very light, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. From there they are slow snow clouds.

The forests became increasingly gloomy, quieter, and finally thick snow began to fall. It melted in the black water of the lake, tickled my face, and powdered the forest with gray smoke.

Winter began to dominate the earth, but we knew that under the loose snow, if you rake it with your hands, you could still find fresh forest flowers, we knew that the fire would always crackle in the stoves, that tits remained with us to winter, and winter seemed the same to us beautiful like summer.

Which column contains simple sentences and which column contains complex ones?

(Proverbs)

Which sentence, simple or complex, reflects one event, fact, fragment of reality? What - two?

Which sentence has two grammar basics, and in which one? What linguistic means are used to connect simple sentences into complex ones?

Simple sentences within a complex sentence in writing are usually separated from each other by a comma.

12. Write out, placing the missing commas, complex sentences in the following sequence: first non-union, then allied. Which sentence can be attributed to one and the other group? Why? Emphasize grammatical basics. Number the simple sentences within the complex sentence according to the example. Underline the words that indicate color.

1. The maples turned green and dark purple, 2 euonymus, and wild grapes withered on the gazebo. 2. In one night(?) the birch trees turned yellow to the very tops and the leaves fell off them in frequent and sad rain. 3. Every time autumn approached, conversations began that many things in nature worked out... but not the way we would like. 4. Our winter is long, the protracted summer is much shorter than winter, and autumn passes instantly and leaves the impression of a golden bird flashing outside the window. 5. The fire was noisy1 in the stove; crimson reflections trembled on the log walls and on the old engraving* - a portrait of the artist Bryullov.

(According to K. Paustovsky)

13. Fill in the table with your examples. Tell us about the types of complex sentences and the means of communication in them.

14. Consider the patterns of complex sentences. What is indicated on them?

(A. Pushkin)

15. Read aloud a stanza from A. Pushkin’s novel “Eugene Onegin.” Determine how many complex sentences are in the text. Construct the diagram of the latter complex sentence according to the samples given in ex. 14.

In a complex sentence, punctuation marks do two things: various functions: divide or highlight simple sentences as part of a complex one. Accordingly, there are dividing and emphasizing punctuation marks.

A single comma separates simple clauses in a non-conjunctive complex sentence and a conjunctive one compound sentence. This separator mark punctuation. For example:

(A. Pushkin)

A double comma sets off a subordinate clause in a subordinate clause if it is inside the main clause. This is a distinguishing mark. For example:

(A. Pushkin)

16. Which sentences report two facts, fragments of reality? Are these sentences simple or complex? Copy, emphasizing basic grammar and adding missing commas. Enclose in an oval the means of connecting simple sentences in complex ones. In the margins next to each complex sentence, draw its diagram.

1. The house has been on earth for more than a hundred years and time has completely bent it. 2. Light a splinter and put it on a shovel... live it on a log. Smoke flowed in a white stream, bending around the brick mouth, into the chimney and I looked at this stream for a long time. 3. The crazy cat walks and walks around the black (ss), ticking ticking like a cricket. 4. The sun beat through the windows in the house and on the street it was surprisingly calm and quiet, and this peace was offset by the kind, pacified(n, nn)o grumbling noise of the fading samovar. 5. There was a round-faced moon in the sky; from its light (not, not) anything could be hidden (?)

(V. Belov)

17. Copy, emphasizing grammatical basics and adding missing commas. Number the simple sentences within the complex sentence according to the example.

1. Where the Nerl River flows into the Klyazma since 1165 this white stone temple has risen(?) 2. And during the spring flood, when the water approached the very walls of the church, a light, one-domed temple stood alone, dazzlingly sparkling with white. 3. This amazingly harmonious white stone(n, nn) temple that merges(?) with the surrounding landscape... is called a poem, baked.. ashes(n, nn) in stone. 4. The legend tells that Prince Andrei Bogolyubsky built the Church of the Intercession on the Nerl after the death of his beloved son Izyaslav in a military campaign. 5. Light and light, the Church of the Intercession on the Nerl is the embodiment of the victory of spirit over matter. 6. To overcome the weight of the stone, the architects successfully chose proportions, shapes and details. 7. It is almost impossible to notice that the walls of the church are slightly tilted inwards and this tilt, barely noticeable to the viewer, increases the height of the building.

temple
church
Cathedral

18. Compose sentence patterns from the previous exercise using the example. It shows that the subordinate clause is located inside the main clause, so the rectangle indicating the main clause is depicted with a gap. Pay attention to the placement of punctuation marks in the diagram. This diagram reflects the structure of the sentence given in the sample ex. 17.

19. Which sentences contain a message about two facts? Number the simple sentences within the complex sentence according to the example (see exercise 17). Place commas between simple sentences in complex. In the margin next to each sentence, draw its diagram.

1. The term “verb” shows that it is the main word in a speech or in a sentence, since in the Old Russian language the word “speech” as a grammatical term was used in the meaning of “verb”. 2. The word “adverb” actually means “verb.” But Barsov, in his grammar (18th century), noted that the etymological meaning of the term “adverb” does not correspond to the later functions of this category... because adverbs refer(?) not only to verbs but also to other parts of speech. 3. The conjunction “however” goes back to the expression “in other matters” which consists of the preposition “in” and the prepositional case form from the substantivized adjective “other” (the rest). There is no doubt that this expression in business language XVII-XVIII centuries it was just acquiring the connotation of an adverb or modal (introductory) word.

(According to V. Vinogradov)

Using the example above, make up historical information about the origin of any 2-3 words.

To ensure that the facts of your messages are presented accurately, check the contents of references in etymological dictionaries.

20. Dictation. Explain the spelling of the missing letters. Determine which punctuation marks are missing and prove the need for them.

A computer(?) computer can only work with information that people can turn into signals. If people knew how to turn taste or smell into signals, then a computer (?) computer could work with such information, but people have (not) learned to do this yet. Very well it turns (?) into signals what we see..m.

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Konstantin Georgievich Paustovsky

Farewell to summer

For several days the cold rain poured incessantly. A wet wind rustled in the garden. At four o'clock in the afternoon we were already lighting the kerosene lamps, and it involuntarily seemed that summer was over forever and the earth was moving further and further into the dull fogs, into the uncomfortable darkness and cold.
It was the end of November - the saddest time in the village. The cat slept all day, curled up on an old chair, and shuddered in his sleep as dark water rushed through the windows.
The roads were washed away. The river carried yellowish foam, similar to a shot down squirrel. The last birds hid under the eaves, and for more than a week now no one has visited us: neither grandfather Mitri, nor Vanya Malyavin, nor the forester.
It was best in the evenings. We lit the stoves. The fire was noisy, crimson reflections trembled on the log walls and on the old engraving - a portrait of the artist Bryullov. Leaning back in his chair, he looked at us and, it seemed, just like us, having put aside the open book, he was thinking about what he had read and listening to the hum of the rain on the plank roof.
The lamps burned brightly, and the disabled copper samovar sang and sang his simple song. As soon as he was brought into the room, it immediately became cozy - perhaps because the glass fogged up and the lonely birch branch that knocked on the window day and night was not visible.
After tea we sat by the stove and read. On such evenings, the most pleasant thing was to read the very long and touching novels of Charles Dickens or leaf through the heavy volumes of the magazines “Niva” and “Picturesque Review” from the old years.
At night, Funtik, a small red dachshund, often cried in his sleep. I had to get up and wrap him in a warm woolen rag. Funtik thanked him in his sleep, carefully licked his hand and, sighing, fell asleep. The darkness rustled behind the walls with the splash of rain and blows of the wind, and it was scary to think about those who might have been overtaken by this stormy night in the impenetrable forests.
One night I woke up with a strange feeling. It seemed to me that I had gone deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes closed, listened for a long time, and finally realized that I was not deaf, but that there was simply an extraordinary silence outside the walls of the house. This kind of silence is called “dead”. The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. You could only hear the cat snoring in its sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - behind the Glass everything was snowy and silent. A lonely moon stood at a dizzying height in the foggy sky, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so light that the arrows showed clearly. They showed two o'clock.
I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens were bewitched by the cold.
Through the window I saw a large gray bird land on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed and snow fell from it. The bird slowly rose and flew away, and the snow kept falling like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything became quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked outside the window for a long time, sighed and said:
– The first snow suits the earth very well.
The earth was elegant, looking like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stems sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to visit for tea and congratulated him on his first trip.
“So the earth was washed,” he said, “with snow water from a silver trough.”
– Where did you get this, Mitri, such words? – Reuben asked.
- Is there anything wrong? – the grandfather grinned. “My mother, the deceased, told me that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug and therefore their beauty never faded. This was before Tsar Peter, my dear, when robbers ruined merchants in the local forests.
It was difficult to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge of the forest. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but “the ache in his bones did not let him go.”
It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.
The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled to the ground like beads.
We wandered through the forests until dusk, going around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches sat, ruffled, on rowan trees covered with snow.
We picked several bunches of red rowan, caught by the frost - this was the last memory of summer, of autumn.
On the small lake - it was called Larin's Pond - there was always a lot of duckweed floating around. Now the water in the lake was very black and transparent - all the duckweed had sank to the bottom by winter.
A glass strip of ice has grown along the coast. The ice was so transparent that even close up it was difficult to notice. I saw a flock of rafts in the water near the shore and threw a small stone at them. The stone fell on the ice, rang, the rafts, flashing with scales, darted into the depths, and a white grainy trace of the impact remained on the ice. That’s the only reason we guessed that a layer of ice had already formed near the shore. We broke off individual pieces of ice with our hands. They crunched and left a mixed smell of snow and lingonberries on your fingers.
Here and there in the clearings birds flew and squealed pitifully. The sky overhead was very light, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. From there they are slow snow clouds.
The forests became increasingly gloomy, quieter, and finally thick snow began to fall. It melted in the black water of the lake, tickled my face, and powdered the forest with gray smoke.
Winter began to dominate the earth, but we knew that under the loose snow, if you rake it with your hands, you could still find fresh forest flowers, we knew that the fire would always crackle in the stoves, that tits remained with us to winter, and winter seemed the same to us beautiful like summer.

For several days the cold rain poured incessantly. A wet wind rustled in the garden. At four o'clock in the afternoon we were already lighting the lamps, and it involuntarily seemed that summer was over forever and the earth was going further and further into the dull fogs, into the uncomfortable darkness and cold.
It was the end of November - the saddest time in the village. The cat slept all day, curled up on an old chair, and shuddered in his sleep as dark water rushed through the windows.
The roads were washed away. The river carried yellowish foam, similar to a shot down squirrel. The last birds hid under the eaves, and for more than a week now no one has visited us: neither grandfather Mptry, nor Vanya Malyavin, nor the forester.
It was best in the evenings. We lit the stoves. The fire was noisy, crimson reflections trembled on the log walls and on the old engraving - a portrait of the artist Bryullov. Leaning back in his chair, he looked at us and, it seemed, just like us, having put aside the open book, he was thinking about what he had read and listening to the hum of the rain on the plank roof. The lamps burned brightly, and the disabled copper samovar sang and sang its simple song. As soon as he was brought into the room, it immediately became cozy - perhaps because the glass fogged up and the lonely birch branch that knocked on the window day and night was not visible.
After tea we sat by the stove and read. On such evenings, the most pleasant thing was to read the very long and touching novels of Charles Dickens or leaf through the heavy volumes of the magazines “Niva” and “Picturesque Review” from the old years.
At night, Funtik, a small red dachshund, often cried in his sleep. I had to get up and wrap him in a warm woolen rag. Funtik thanked him in his sleep, carefully licked his hand and, sighing, fell asleep. The darkness rustled behind the walls with the splash of rain and blows of the wind, and it was scary to think about those who might have been overtaken by this stormy night in the impenetrable forests.
One night I woke up with a strange feeling. It seemed to me that I had gone deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes closed, listened for a long time and finally realized that I was not deaf, but simply There was an extraordinary silence outside the walls of the house. This kind of silence is called “dead”. The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. You could only hear the cat snoring in its sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - everything was snowy and silent behind the glass. A lonely moon stood at a dizzying height in the foggy sky, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so light that the arrows showed clearly. They showed two o'clock.
I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens were bewitched by the cold.
Through the window I saw a large gray bird land on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed and snow fell from it. The bird slowly rose and flew away, and the snow kept falling like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything became quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked outside the window for a long time, sighed and said:
- The first snow suits the earth very well.
The earth was elegant, looking like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stems sticking out from under the snow. (500)
According to K. G. Paustovsky

It was the end of November - the saddest time in the village. The cat slept all day, curled up on an old chair, and shuddered in his sleep when dark water rushed through the windows.

It was best in the evenings. We lit the stoves. The fire was noisy, crimson reflections trembled on the log walls and on the old engraving - a portrait of the artist Bryullov.

Leaning back in his chair, he looked at us and, it seemed, just like us, having put aside the open book, he was thinking about what he had read and listening to the hum of the rain on the plank roof. The lamps burned brightly, and the disabled copper samovar sang and sang his simple song. As soon as he was brought into the room, it immediately became cozy - perhaps because the glass was fogged up and the lonely birch branch that knocked on the window day and night was not visible.

One night I woke up with a strange feeling.

It seemed to me that I had gone deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes closed, listened for a long time and finally realized that I was not deaf, but that there was simply an extraordinary silence outside the walls of the house. This kind of silence is called “dead”. The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. You could only hear the cat snoring in its sleep.

I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - everything was snowy and silent behind the glass. In the foggy sky, a lonely moon stood at a dizzying height, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.

When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so light that the arrows showed clearly. They showed two o'clock.

I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens were bewitched by the cold.

Through the window I saw a large gray bird land on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed and snow fell from it. The bird slowly rose and flew away, and the snow kept falling like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything became quiet again.

Reuben woke up. He looked outside the window for a long time, sighed and said:

— The first snow suits the earth very well.

The earth was elegant, looking like a shy bride.

And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stems sticking out from under the snow.

Grandfather Mitri came to visit for tea and congratulated him on his first trip.

“So the earth was washed,” he said, “with snow water from a silver trough.”

- Where did you get this, Mitri, such words? - Reuben asked.

- Is there anything wrong? - the grandfather grinned. “My mother, the deceased, told me that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug, and therefore their beauty never faded. This happened even before Tsar Peter, my dear, when robbers ruined merchants in the local forests.

It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.

The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled to the ground like beads.

We wandered through the forests until dusk, going around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches sat, ruffled, on rowan trees covered with snow.

We picked several bunches of red rowan, caught by the frost - this was the last memory of summer, of autumn. On the small lake - it was called Larin's Pond - there was always a lot of duckweed floating around. Now the water in the lake was very black and transparent - all the duckweed had sank to the bottom by winter.

Here and there in the clearings birds flew and squealed pitifully. The sky overhead was very light, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. Slow snow clouds were coming from there.

The forests became increasingly gloomy, quieter, and, finally, thick snow began to fall. It melted in the black water of the lake, tickled my face, and powdered the forest with gray smoke.

Winter began to rule the earth, but we knew that under the loose snow, if you rake it with your hands, you could still find fresh forest flowers, we knew that the fire would always crackle in the stoves, that tits remained with us to winter, and winter seemed the same to us beautiful like summer.