Turgenev
"Sparrow"
I was returning from hunting and walking along the garden alley. The dog ran ahead of me. Suddenly she slowed down her steps and began to sneak, as if sensing game in front of her. I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head. He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings. My dog was slowly approaching him, when suddenly, falling from a nearby tree, an old black-breasted sparrow fell like a stone in front of her muzzle - and, all disheveled, distorted, with a desperate and pitiful squeak, he jumped a couple of times in the direction of the toothy open mouth. He rushed to save, he shielded his brainchild... but his whole little body trembled with horror, his voice became wild and hoarse, he froze, he sacrificed himself! What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to him! And yet he could not sit on his high, safe branch... A force stronger than his will threw him out of there. My Trezor stopped, backed away... Apparently, he recognized this power. I hastened to call the embarrassed dog away - and left in awe. Yes; do not laugh. I was in awe of that little heroic bird, of her loving impulse. Love, I thought stronger than death and fear of death. Only by her, only by love does life hold and move.
April, 1879
We will fight again!
What an insignificant little thing can sometimes transform the whole person!
Full of thought, I was walking along the high road one day.
Heavy forebodings oppressed my chest; despondency took possession of me.
I raised my head... In front of me, between two rows of tall poplars, the road stretched into the distance like an arrow.
And across it, across this very road, ten steps from me, all gilded by the bright summer sun, a whole family of sparrows was jumping in single file, jumping briskly, funny, arrogantly!
One of them, in particular, was pushing it sideways, sideways, bulging his crop and cheekily chirping, as if the devil were not his brother! Conqueror - and that's it!
Meanwhile, high in the sky a hawk was circling, which, perhaps, was destined to devour this very conqueror. I looked, laughed, shook myself - and the sad thoughts immediately flew away: I felt courage, daring, a desire for life.
And let my hawk circle above me...
- We'll fight again, damn it!
November 1879
Russian language.
In days of doubt, in days of painful thoughts about the fate of my homeland, you alone are my support and support, oh great, mighty, truthful and free Russian language! Without you, how can one not fall into despair at the sight of everything that is happening at home? But one cannot believe that such a language was not given to a great people!
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Essay based on the text by I.S. Turgenev
Original text:
(1) I was returning from hunting and walking along the garden alley.
(2) The dog ran ahead of me.
(3) Suddenly she slowed down her steps and began to sneak, as if sensing game in front of her.
(4) I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head.
(5) He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings.
(6) My dog was slowly approaching him, when suddenly, falling from a nearby tree, an old black-breasted sparrow fell like a stone in front of her muzzle - and, all disheveled, distorted, with a desperate and pitiful squeak, he jumped twice in the direction of the toothy open mouth.
(7) He rushed to save, he shielded his brainchild... but all of his small body trembled with horror, his voice grew wild and hoarse, he froze, he sacrificed himself!
(8) What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to him!
(9) and yet he could not sit on his high, safe branch
(10) A force stronger than his will threw him out of there.
(11) My Trezor stopped and backed away
(12) Apparently he also recognized this power.
(13) I hastened to call the embarrassed dog away - and left in awe.
(14) Yes, don't laugh.
(15) I was in awe of this little heroic bird, of its loving impulse.
(16) Love, I thought, is stronger than death and the fear of death.
(17) Only by it, only by love does life hold and move.
(According to I.S. Turgenev)
Essay – reasoning according to I.S. Turgenev:
Before me is the famous prose poem “Sparrow”, written by I.S. Turgenev.
In this miniature, the author talks about how an old black-breasted sparrow saves its offspring from a hunter’s dog. Epithets (“disheveled”, “distorted”, “desperate and pathetic squeak”) and verbs “fell like a stone”, “rushed”, “screened”, “trembled with horror”, “froze, sacrificed himself”) convey the selflessness and heroism of the sparrow . Thus, in my opinion, the writer raises the problem of parental love.
This current problem is eternal, since the relationship between fathers and children worries every caring person. The issue of parental love often becomes the subject of discussion on radio and television; it worries writers, psychologists, politicians, and teachers. In the work of I.S. Turgenev, this problem sounds especially lyrical, since the author seems to compare the world of human relations and the world of nature.
The narration is told in the first person, and the narrator’s attitude to what is happening is clearly expressed in the words “reverent”, “awestruck”. Thus, the author’s position emerges: parents are ready to make any sacrifice for the well-being of their children, their love is “stronger than death and the fear of death.”
It is impossible not to agree with the thoughts of I.S. Turgenev. Good parents can give up their career, risk their lives, they will always come to the rescue, warm them with affection and kindness, understand and forgive. Thus, Nikolai Rostov from Leo Tolstoy’s novel “War and Peace”, having lost a large sum of money to Dolokhov, seeks support from almost a bankrupt father, and Count Rostov understands that gambling debt is a matter of honor for the whole family.
Parents, it seems to them, try to do everything for the benefit of their children. Marfa Ignatievna Kabanova from A. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm” says that children should honor their parents, but in fact she is trying to force her household to live according to her rough laws, suppresses the will of Tikhon, Katerina, controls their every step, which leads to the tragic death of Katerina and the destruction of the entire family.
In conclusion, I would like to say that the work of I.S. Turgenev makes us, our readers, think about the fact that parental love, on the one hand, can be selfless, heroic, bringing good to its children. On the other hand, blind love and rash actions of adults ruin the best that can exist in the relationship between fathers and children.
Essay-discussion based on the text by N.S. Gumilyov
Original text:
(1) The whole end of this summer for me is associated with memories of a liberated and triumphant flame.
(2) We covered the general retreat and, under the very noses of the Germans, set fire to everything that could burn: bread, barns, empty villages, landowners’ estates and palaces.
(3) Yes, and palaces.
(4) One day we were transferred about thirty miles to the bank of the Bug.
(5) There were no our troops there at all, but there were no Germans either, and they could appear at any minute.
(6) We looked with admiration at the area that had not yet been affected by the war.
(7) From the wooded hillock we had a clear view of the village on the other side of the river.
(8) Our patrols were already circling in front of her.
(9) But then frequent shooting was heard from there, and the horsemen rushed back across the river like a quarry, so that the water rose in a white club from the pressure of the horses.
(10) That edge of the village was occupied; we needed to find out if this edge was free.
(11) We found a ford, marked with milestones, and crossed the river, only slightly getting the soles of our boots wet.
(12) They spread out in a chain and slowly drove forward, inspecting every hollow and barn.
(13) In front of me, in a shady park, stood a magnificent manor house with towers, a veranda, and huge Venetian windows.
(14) I drove up and out of good faith, and even more out of curiosity, I decided to examine it from the inside.
(15) It was good in this house!
(16) On the shiny parquet floor of the hall I performed a waltz with a chair - no one could see me, - in the small living room I sat on an easy chair and stroked the skin of a polar bear, in the office I tore off a corner of the muslin covering a picture, some Susanna with the elders, old work.
(17) For a moment the thought flashed through to take this and other paintings with me.
(18) Without stretchers, they would take up little space.
(19) But I could not guess the plans of the higher authorities; It was decided not to give this area to the enemy under any circumstances.
(20) What would the returning owner think of the lancers then?
(21) I went out, picked an apple in the garden and, chewing it, drove on.
(22) We were not fired upon, and we returned back.
(23) And a few hours later I saw a big pink glow and found out that it was that same landowner’s house that was set on fire, because it blocked the shelling from our trenches.
(24) That’s when I bitterly regretted that there was a war going on.
(According to N.S. Gumilev)
Essay – reasoning according to N.S. Gumilyov:
Before me is the text of the famous Russian writer, poet N.S. Gumilyov. In my opinion, this fragment is dedicated to the problem of preserving human dignity.
The identified problem is relevant because it is eternal, traditional in Russian literature. In addition, this question cannot but worry everyone, regardless of their age or social status. How to remain Human? How not to break down, keep it in yourself best qualities? We read about this in the works of L. Tolstoy, M. Sholokhov, M. Bulgakov, V. Shalamov, A. Solzhenitsyn and many other writers. Of course, the issue that concerns N.S. Gumilev belongs to the category of moral ones, since it is closely related to such concepts as cruelty and kindness, duty and conscience.
The hero-narrator admires the “magnificent manor’s house.” He has the idea of taking advantage of the absence of the owners and taking the paintings with him. But an internal moral barrier stops the hero. A few hours later the house is burned down, and the narrator regrets not about the burnt paintings, but about the fact that “there is a war going on.” So, in the “triumphant” flames of war, which consumes everything in its path, the hero remains decent, honest, he does not lose his human dignity in these cruel conditions. Thus, the author’s position emerges: N.S. Gumilyov emphasizes the inhumane essence of war and believes that one must always remain human, no matter what.
It is impossible not to agree with the writer’s thoughts. Wars, revolutions, conflicts are extreme situations, which reveal the moral essence of everyone. They are the ones who give rise to evil, cruelty, and indifference towards one’s neighbor. Let us remember the heroes of A. Blok’s poem “The Twelve”. The symbolic revolutionary detachment is filled with hatred, ready to fight the enemy, and nothing is sacred to these people. The “Twelve” are allowed everything: bloody massacres and freedom “without a cross.”
When there is death and war around, the hardest thing is to remain kind and fair, the hardest thing is not to stumble, not to kill the honest person in oneself. Fortunately, such people do exist. For example, a simple Russian soldier Sashka, the hero of the story by Vyacheslav Kondratiev. He did not even become embittered against his enemies, despite the dirt, explosions, blood, bullets, and corpses. The hero was unable to carry out the order and did not shoot the captured German. “We are people, not fascists,” he says. For Sashka, to kill an unarmed person means to lose his senses. self-esteem, righteousness and morality.
In conclusion, I would like to say that reading the text by N.S. Gumilyov made me think about the main and eternal thing, that to be a Man on earth is, in the words of M. Gorky, “an excellent position.”
Please help me write a concise summary. 90-100 words. 50 points guaranteed! See inside and got the best answer
Answer from Vision[guru]
When I was returning from hunting, I saw a lost chick. He fell out of the nest. My dog was approaching him, but from a nearby tree.
the old sparrow flew to his defense. He rushed to save his brainchild, although his whole small body was trembling with horror, his voice was hoarse,
He could not sit on his high, safe branch. . My Trezor stopped and backed away. . Apparently he, too, recognized this power.
We left. But I was surprised by the action of this little heroic bird.
Love is stronger than death and fear of death.
Answer from Anastasia Zhuravleva[newbie]
plan
Answer from Daria Daurtseva[newbie]
was returning from hunting, walking along the garden alley. A dog ran slowly ahead of me. Suddenly she slowed down and began to sneak around, as if sensing game. I looked back along the alley and saw a young sparrow. He instantly fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and did not move, his wings spread helplessly. My dog was slowly approaching the chick, when suddenly an old sparrow fell from a nearby tree, right in front of the dog’s face. With a desperate and pitiful squeal, the old sparrow jumped twice in the direction of the dog's open mouth.
Answer from Yoasha Bryleva[newbie]
I still need a plan:
Answer from Lena Kholod[newbie]
but please help me make a plan
Answer from Mamed Asaev[newbie]
and I made a plan 1) From the hunt
2) Sparrow (find)
3) Protection of the baby
4) Trezor backed away
5) Reverence.
Answer from Anastasia Kazitskaya[newbie]
and I made a plan 1) From the hunt
2) Sparrow (find)
3) Protection of the baby
4) Trezor backed away
5) Reverence.
Answer from Vindi Active[newbie]
and I made a plan 1) From the hunt
2) Sparrow (find)
3) Protection of the baby
4) Trezor backed away
5) Reverence.
Answer from Sar Khan[newbie]
and I made a plan
1) From the hunt
2) Sparrow (find)
3) Protection of the baby
4) Trezor backed away
5) Reverence.
Answer from Ivan Khomyakov[newbie]
A
Answer from CHRISTINA.[guru]
I was returning from hunting, the dog ran ahead of me. Suddenly she slowed down and began to sneak. I looked along the alley and saw a small sparrow: he had fallen from a tree due to a strong wind and was sitting motionless, helpless, barely spreading his sprouting wings.
The dog slowly approached him. An old black-breasted sparrow throws a stone at her friend from a tree right in front of her face, protecting her cub with her chest! At that moment he did not think about himself, although he trembled with horror, he sacrificed himself, but he only thought about his little weak sparrow.
Trezor stopped and backed away, amazed by the power of love of this little bird, ready to die to save its little creature.
Not only me, but also my Trezor realized that Love is stronger death and stronger than the fear of death.
Only by her does life move on earth.
Answer from Nastya Shevchenko[newbie]
I was returning from hunting, walking along the garden alley. A dog ran slowly ahead of me. Suddenly she slowed down and began to sneak around, as if sensing game. I looked back along the alley and saw a young sparrow. He instantly fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and did not move, his wings spread helplessly. My dog was slowly approaching the chick, when suddenly an old sparrow fell from a nearby tree, right in front of the dog’s face. With a desperate and pitiful squeal, the old sparrow jumped twice in the direction of the dog's open mouth.
He rushed to save his brainchild, but his whole body trembled with horror, his voice became hoarse, he froze, sacrificed himself!
The dog seemed like a huge monster to the sparrow, and yet he could not sit on a safe branch... A force stronger than his will threw him out of there. My dog stopped, apparently he also recognized the bird’s power. I called out to Trezor and left in awe. Yes, don't laugh. I was in awe of this heroic bird, of her immense love for her baby. Love is stronger than death and fear. Only with her, only with love can the world hold on.
she slowed down her steps and began to sneak around, as if sensing game in front of her.
I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head. He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings.
My dog was slowly approaching him, when suddenly, falling from a nearby tree, an old black-breasted sparrow fell like a stone in front of her muzzle - and all disheveled, distorted, with a desperate and pitiful squeak, he jumped a couple of times in the direction of the toothy open mouth.
He rushed to save, he shielded his brainchild... but his whole small body trembled with horror, his voice grew wild and hoarse, he froze, he sacrificed himself!
What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to him! And yet he could not sit on his high, safe branch... A force stronger than his will threw him out of there.
My Trezor stopped, backed away... Apparently, he recognized this power.
I hastened to call the embarrassed dog away - and left in awe.
Yes; do not laugh. I was in awe of that little heroic bird, of her loving impulse.
Love, I thought, is stronger than death and the fear of death. Only by her, only by love does life hold and move.
I was returning from hunting and walking along the garden alley. The dog ran ahead of me.Suddenly she slowed down her steps and began to sneak around, as if sensing game in front of her.
I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head. He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings. (I. Turgenev)
You need to write down prepositional phrases. Thanks in advance:Z
I was returning from hunting and walking along the garden alley. The dog ran ahead of me. Suddenly it slowed down its steps and began to sneak, as if sensing game in front of it. I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head. He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings.
Write down sentences only with ASGI was returning from hunting and walking along the garden alley. The dog ran ahead of me. Suddenly she slowed down her steps and began sneaking around, as if sensing game in front of him. I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head. He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings. My dog was slowly approaching him, when suddenly, falling from a nearby tree, an old black-breasted sparrow fell like a stone in front of her muzzle - and all disheveled, distorted, with a desperate and pitiful squeak, he jumped a couple of times in the direction of the toothy, open mouth. He rushed to save, he shielded his brainchild... but his whole small body trembled with horror, his voice grew wild and hoarse, he froze, he sacrificed himself! What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to him! And yet he could not sit on his high, safe branch... A force stronger than his will threw him out of there. My Trezor stopped, backed away... Apparently, he recognized this power. I hastened to call the embarrassed dog away and left in awe. Yes; do not laugh. I was in awe of that small, heroic bird, of its loving impulse. “Love,” I thought I am stronger death and fear of death. Only by it, only by love does life hold and move.”
Original text:
(1) I was returning from hunting and walking along the garden alley. (2) The dog ran ahead of me. (3) Suddenly she slowed down her steps and began to sneak, as if sensing game in front of her. (4) I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head. (5) He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings. (6) My dog was slowly approaching him, when suddenly, falling from a nearby tree, an old black-breasted sparrow fell like a stone in front of her muzzle - and, all disheveled, distorted, with a desperate and pitiful squeak, he jumped twice in the direction of the toothy open mouth.
(7) He rushed to save, he shielded his brainchild... but his whole small body trembled with horror, his voice grew wild and hoarse, he froze, he sacrificed himself!
(8) What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to him! (9) and yet he could not sit on his high, safe branch... (10) A force stronger than his will threw him out of there. (11) My Trezor stopped, backed away... (12) Apparently he, too, recognized this power. (13) I hastened to call the embarrassed dog away - and left in awe. (14) Yes, don't laugh. (15) I was in awe of this little heroic bird, of its loving impulse. (16) Love, I thought, is stronger than death and the fear of death. (17) Only by it, only by love does life hold and move. (According to I. S. Turgenev)
Essay – reasoning:
Before me is the famous prose poem “Sparrow”, written by I. S. Turgenev. In this miniature, the author talks about how an old black-breasted sparrow saves its offspring from a hunter’s dog. Epithets (“disheveled”, “distorted”, “desperate and pathetic squeak”) and verbs “fell like a stone”, “rushed”, “screened”, “trembled with horror”, “froze, sacrificed himself”) convey the selflessness and heroism of the sparrow . Thus, in my opinion, the writer raises the problem of parental love.
This urgent problem is eternal, since the relationship between fathers and children worries every caring person. The issue of parental love often becomes the subject of discussion on radio and television; it worries writers, psychologists, politicians, and teachers. In the work of I. S. Turgenev, this problem sounds especially lyrical, since the author seems to compare the world of human relations and the world of nature.
The narration is told in the first person, and the narrator’s attitude to what is happening is clearly expressed in the words “reverent”, “awestruck”. Thus, the author’s position emerges: parents are ready to make any sacrifice for the well-being of their children, their love is “stronger than death and the fear of death.”
It is impossible not to agree with the thoughts of I. S. Turgenev. Good parents can give up their careers, risk their lives, they will always come to the rescue, warm you with affection and kindness, understand and forgive. Thus, Nikolai Rostov from L. N. Tolstoy’s novel “War and Peace,” having lost a large amount of money to Dolokhov, seeks support from his almost bankrupt father, and Count Rostov understands that a gambling debt is a matter of honor for the whole family.
Parents, it seems to them, try to do everything for the benefit of their children. Marfa Ignatievna Kabanova from A. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm” says that children should honor their parents, but in fact she is trying to force her household to live according to her rough laws, suppresses the will of Tikhon, Katerina, controls their every step, which leads to the tragic death of Katerina and the destruction of the entire family.
In conclusion, I would like to say that the work of I. S. Turgenev makes us, our readers, think about the fact that parental love, on the one hand, can be selfless, heroic, bringing good to its children. On the other hand, blind love and rash actions of adults ruin the best that can exist in the relationship between fathers and children.
Collective project 11 A class, 2010
