The morning was festive, hot and joyful. Ivan Bunin light breathing. In which word is the prefix located in the middle of the word?

Yabluchansky Electronic Library . The path to the Donets, to the ancient monastery on the Holy Mountains, runs to the southeast, to the Azov steppes. Early on the morning of Holy Saturday I was already near Slavyansk. But there were still twenty miles left to the Holy Mountains, and it was necessary to go hastily. I wanted to spend this day at the monastery. A deserted field lay gray before me. One guard mound stood in the distance and seemed to keep a watchful eye on the plains. In the morning in the steppe it was cold and windy like spring; the wind dried the ruts of the dirt road and rustled last year's weeds. But behind me, in the west, a ridge of chalk mountains was pictured on the horizon. Darkening with patches of forests, like ancient, dull silver with black, it was drowning in the morning fog. The wind blew towards me, cooled my face and sleeves, the steppe carried me away, captured my soul, filled it with a feeling of joy and freshness. Behind the mound flashed a round hollow filled with spring water. I turned to rest with her. There is something pure and cheerful in these April field marshes; Loud-voiced lapwings hover above them, gray wagtails dapperly and easily run along their banks and leave their thin, star-shaped footprints on the mud, and their shallow, transparent water reflects the clear azure and white clouds of the spring sky. The mound was wild, never touched by a plow. It spread out into two hills and, like a faded tablecloth of dull green velvet, was covered with last year’s grass. The gray feather grass swayed quietly on its slopes - the pitiful remnants of the feather grass. “His time, I thought, is forever passing; in the oblivion of centuries, he now only vaguely remembers the distant past, former groans and former people, whose souls were dearer and closer; he, better than us, knew how to understand his whisper, full of the age-old thoughtfulness of the desert, speaking so much without words about the insignificance of earthly existence." Resting, I lay on the mound for a long time. Warmth was already coming from the fields. The clouds brightened and melted. The larks, invisible in the air filled with steam and light, filled with unconsciously joyful trills over the steppe. The wind became gentle and soft. The sun warmed me and I closed my eyes, feeling infinitely happy. In the southern steppes, every mound seems to be a silent monument to some poetic story. And to visit the Donets, Little Tanais, sung by the Word, was my long-time dream. Donets saw Igor, - perhaps he saw Igor and the Svyatogorsk Monastery. How many times was it destroyed to the ground and its broken walls became empty! How much he endured, standing on the Tatar roads, in the wild steppe plains, when his monks were still warriors, when they endured long sieges from hordes of wild hordes and thieving people! The creaking of the cart on which the old man sat, his feet in antediluvian boots dangling from the garden, and the sniffling of the oxen, which, swaying and stretching their necks, crushed by a heavy yoke, slowly dragged along the road, dispersed my thoughts. I walked even faster. A strip of forest loomed grayishly black in the distance. I didn’t take my eyes off it, thinking that behind the forest the valley of the Donets and the Mountains would open. The forest turned out to be very old and dead. I was struck by its lifeless silence, its gnarled, withered wilds. Slowing down my steps, I made my way with difficulty through brushwood and windfalls that rotted in the mud of the deep potholes of the road. Not a single bird was heard in the thickets. Sometimes the road was flooded with a whole swamp of spring water. Dry trees were visible all around; their crooked branches cast weak, pale shadows. Soon, however, a spacious, free distance appeared again in the span of the forest road. The dry steppe wind grew stronger, scattering white clouds in the bright spring sky, making the distance endless. There was still no monastery. The crest, whom I approached with questions about the road, a tall man with a small head, dressed in a short scroll, as if sewn from aspen bark, was slowly walking behind the plow. The plow was pulled by four oxen, and the oxen were led by a girl. - Tattoo! - she said to the man, drawing his attention to me. He stopped. - This road to the Holy Mountains? - I asked. -Where do you want to go? - To the monastery. - Which monastery? - Have you never been to the Holy Mountains? - In the economy? - Yes, not in economy, but in the monastery itself, in the church. - At the church? We have our own church in the village. - And in the monastery? - That's it, he's a lad. Then there was a plague on the cattle, so they said, when such a monk tried there, he knew what to say. From i went yci, whose cattle were sick; Obviously, a prayer service was served and that monk was brought to the village. Well, after walking around the wine yards, sprinkling it with water, but nothing helped. - So this is the way there? - Hey... And the Little Russian, without even looking at me, calmly walked behind the plow again. I already felt tired. My feet ached in dusty, hot boots. And I began to count my steps, and this activity captivated me so much that I woke up only when the road turned sharply to the left and suddenly blinded me with the sharp whiteness of the chalk. In the distance, to the left, on the very horizon, above the thicket of the forest, the golden dome of the church sparkled. But I barely looked there. The Donets opened up before me, in a huge, deep valley. I stood motionless for a long time, looking at the muddy blue of these free meadows. All of them were flooded with water - the Donets was in flood. The steely stripes of the river sparkled in the thickets of brown reeds and flood-drenched coastal forests, and to the south they spread even wider, becoming completely vague at the foot of the distant chalk mountains. And these mountains turned white so vaguely and vaguely... Then I overtook the people going on pilgrimage - women, teenagers, decrepit cripples with eyes faded by time and the steppe winds, and I kept thinking about antiquity, about that wonderful power that was given to the past... Where does it come from and what does it mean? Meanwhile, the monastery still did not appear. The sky dimmed, the wind began to dust along the road, and the steppe became boring. The Donets disappeared behind the hills. I asked a passing guy to give me a ride, and he put me in his cart on two wheels. We started talking, and I didn’t notice how we entered the forest and began to go down the mountain. The mountain road became steeper and steeper, rocky, narrow, picturesque. We descended lower and lower, and the hundred-year-old reddish trunks of mast pines, proudly standing out among the diverse forest thickets, powerfully clinging to the rocky banks of the road with their roots, smoothly rose higher and higher, rising with green crowns to the blue sky. The sky above us seemed even deeper and more innocent, and joy as pure as this sky filled the soul. And below, through the green thicket of the forest, between the pines, a deep and, as it seemed, cramped valley suddenly peeped out, golden crosses, domes and white walls of houses at the foot of a wooded mountain - all crowded together, picturesquely shortened by the distance - and the light strip of the narrow Donets, and the thick blue of the air above the continuous meadow forests behind it... The Donets under the Holy Mountains is fast and narrow. Its right bank rises almost like a vertical wall and also bristles with forest thicket. Beneath it stands a white-stone monastery with a majestic, roughly painted cathedral in the middle of the courtyard. Higher up, on the half-mountain, white in the greenery of the forest, hang two chalk cones, two gray cliffs, behind which huddles an ancient church. And even higher, already at the pass itself, another one appears in the sky. A cloud was approaching from the south, but the spring evening was still clear and warm. The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains; a wide shadow spread across the Donets from them. Along the stone courtyard of the monastery, past the cathedral, I went to the covered galleries that lead up the mountain. At this hour, their endless marches were empty. And the higher I rose, the more the harsh monastic life blew over me - from these pictures depicting monasteries and hermits’ cells with coffins instead of night beds, from these printed teachings hung on the walls, even from every worn and dilapidated step. In the semi-darkness of these passages one could see the shadows of monks who had departed from this world, strict and silent schema-monks... I was drawn there, to the chalk gray cones, to the place of that cave where the first man of these people spent his days in labor and prayer, simple and exalted in spirit. mountains, that great soul who fell in love with mountain rowing over Little Tanais. It was wild and deaf then in the primeval forests, where the holy man came. The forest turned endlessly blue beneath him. The forest muffled the banks, and only the river, lonely and free, splashed and splashed with its cold waves under its canopy. And what silence reigned all around! The sharp cry of a bird, the cracking of branches under the feet of a wild goat, the hoarse laughter of a cuckoo and the twilight hoot of an eagle owl - everything echoed loudly in the forests. At night, majestic darkness spread over them. By the rustling and splashing of the water, the monk guessed that people were swimming across the Donets. Silently, like an army of devils, they crossed the river, rustled through the bushes and disappeared into the darkness. It was terrible for a lonely man in a mountain hole then, but until dawn his candle flickered and his prayers sounded until dawn. And in the morning, exhausted by the horrors of the night and vigil, but with a bright face, he went out into the day, to his day's work, and again it was short and quiet in his heart... Deep below me, everything was drowned in warm twilight, lights flashed. There the restrained joyful anxiety of preparations for Bright Matins had already begun. But here, behind the chalk cliffs, it was quiet and the light of dawn was still glimmering. Birds living in the cracks of the rocks and under the eaves of the church fluttered around, screeching like an old weather vane, and floated up from below and silently fell down into the darkness on their soft wings. A cloud from the south covered the entire sky, wafting with the warmth of rain, a fragrant spring thunderstorm, and was already shaking from flashes of lightning. The pines of the mountain cliff merged into a dark edge and turned black, like the hump of a sleeping beast... I managed to go to the top of the mountain, to the upper church, and broke its deathly silence with my steps. The monk stood like a ghost behind a box of candles. Two or three lights crackled slightly... I also lit my candle for the one who, weak and elderly, fell on his face in this small temple on those long-ago terrible nights, when the fires of the siege burned under the walls of the monastery... It was a festive morning, roast; joyfully, vying with each other, the bells rang over the Donets, over the green mountains, and flew away to where in the clear air a white church on a mountain pass was reaching for the sky. The chatter was booming over the river, and more and more people were arriving on the longboat along it to the monastery, their festive Little Russian outfits were becoming more and more colorful. I hired a boat, and a young Ukrainian girl easily and quickly drove it upstream along clear water: the Donets, in the shade of the greenery of the shore. And the girl’s face, and the sun, and the shadows, and the fast river - everything was so charming on this sweet morning... I visited the monastery - it was quiet there, and the pale green birch trees whispered faintly, as in a cemetery - and began to climb into mountain It was difficult to climb. The foot sank deep into moss, windbreaks and soft, rotten leaves; every now and then the vipers quickly and elastically slipped out from under the feet. The heat, full of a heavy resinous aroma, stood motionless under the canopies of the pine trees. But what a distance opened up below me, how beautiful the valley was from this height, the dark velvet of its forests, how the floods of the Donets sparkled in the sunshine, what a hot life of the south everything breathed steeply! That must have been how the heart of some warrior of Igor’s regiments must have been beating wildly and joyfully when, jumping out on a wheezing horse to this height, he hung over the cliff, among the mighty thicket of pines running down! And at dusk I was already walking in the steppe again. The wind blew gently into my face from the silent mounds. And, resting on them, alone among the flat endless fields, I again thought about antiquity, about people resting in steppe graves under the vague rustle of gray feather grass... 1895
Lesson 14 Test No. 4

^ Control dictation with grammar task

It was a festive, hot morning; Joyfully, vying with each other, the bells rang over the Donets, over the green mountains, and carried them away to where in the clear air a white church on a mountain pass was reaching for the sky. The chatter was booming over the river, and more and more people were arriving on the longboat along it to the monastery, their festive Little Russian outfits were becoming more and more colorful. I hired a boat, and a young Ukrainian girl quickly and easily drove it upstream through clear water. Donets, in the shade of the bank, a girl’s face was green, and the sun, and the shadows, and the fast river - everything was so charming on this sweet morning...

I visited the monastery - it was quiet there, and the pale green birch trees whispered faintly, as if in a cemetery - and began to climb the mountain.

It was difficult to climb. The foot sank deep into moss, windbreaks and soft, rotten leaves; every now and then the vipers quickly and elastically slipped out from under the feet. The heat, full of a heavy resinous aroma, stood motionless under the canopies of the pine trees. But what a distance opened up below me, how beautiful the valley was from this height, the dark velvet of its forests, how the floods of the Donets sparkled in the sunshine, what hot life breathed everything around! That must have been how the heart of some warrior of Igor’s regiments must have been beating wildly and joyfully when, jumping out on a wheezing horse to this height, he hung over the cliff, among the mighty thicket of pine trees running down.

And at dusk I was already walking in the steppe again. The wind blew gently into my face from the silent mounds. And, resting on them, alone among the flat endless fields, I again thought about antiquity, about people resting in steppe graves under the vague rustle of gray feather grass...

(246 words) (I. Bunin)
^ Grammar task

Option 1

joyfully(first sentence).

they rang(first sentence of the measured paragraph).

3. Do a punctuation analysis of the sentence (at the teacher’s choice).
Option 2

1. Perform a phonetic analysis of the word climb(first sentence of third paragraph).

2. Perform morphemic and word-formation analysis of the word still(third sentence of third paragraph).

3. Do a punctuation analysis of the sentence (at the teacher’s choice).

^ Scheme for analyzing spelling errors in dictation

Date ____________ class ______________ Teacher _______________

Subject ________________________________________________________________

Number of students in the class _________ people. ________ %

Completed work on

Knowledge quality indicator ___________%

Trained rate ___________ %
Last names of students who received “2” and “1”:

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Typical mistakes:

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

Person

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^ Additional tasks

The number of students who did the work _______ people. ________ %

Completed work on

“5” - ________ people. _________%

“4” - ________ people. _________%

“3” - ________ people. _________%

“2” - ________ people. _________%

“1” - ________ people. _________%
Typical mistakes:
____________________________________________________________ _______persons

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Codifier

^ Analysis scheme

Job No.	Last name, first name of the student Student Actions
1	Speech sounds identified
	Gave them a description
2	Identified morphemes in a word
3	Explained punctuation marks
Sum of points
Mark

Lesson No.... Test No. 5 on the topic “Spelling”

1. In which word can an unstressed vowel not be checked by stress?

a) to..to scramble; d) d..review;

b) tr..va; e) r..stem.

^ 2. In which word is written in the root with alternating vowels O?

a) offer; d) in vain;

b) bow; d) to..says.

c) designs;

3. In which word is written in the root with alternating vowels A?

a) to..fall asleep; d) branch;

b) position; d) river..drain.

c) sunbathe.

^ 4. Find the extra word.

a) b..ru; d) lock up;

b) freeze; d) collect..

c) set fire to;

5. Find the extra word.

a) post..pour; d) froze..lal;

b) get lost; d) set fire..set.

c) stares;

^ 6. Find the extra word.

a) bully; d) fight;

b) tear apart; d) get cocky.

7. Find the extra word.

a) busy; small; d) he..met;

b) rise..to get up; d) accepted..small.

c) attention;

^ 8. Which word does not have a prefix?

a) top up; d) treasure;

b) finishing the game; d) endure.

c) finish studying;

9. Find a word with a prefix.

a) sun; d) salt;

b) pacifier; d) falcon.

c) dismount;

^ 10. Which word does not have a prefix?

a) shift; d) shot down;

b) conspiracy; d) sweet.

11. In which word does the pronunciation of the prefix differ from its spelling?

a) displacement; d) compressed;

b) meeting; d) grow together.

c) steal;

^ 12. At the end of which prefix is ​​written With?

a) un..literate; d) excessive;

b) and..chase; d) ra..crush.

c) and..is worn;

13. At the end of which prefix is ​​written h?

a) walking; d) and..katel;

b) be..glorious; e) in..praise.

c) sensor;

^ 14. Find the extra word.

a) without..initiative; d) lock up;

b) warm up; e) super..effective.

c) background; history;

15. Find a meaning that cannot have a prefix at-.

a) accession;

b) superlative;

c) incomplete action;

d) proximity of location;

d) approaching.

^ 16. Find a word in which the meaning of the prefix at- difficult to determine.

a) tidy up; d) moor;

b) Urals region; d) drive.

c) moor;

^ 17. Which word can be written in the prefix -e, or maybe written -And?

a) is happening; d) interrupts;

b) pr..grow; e) pr..build.

c) etc..encourage;

^ 18. Find the extra word.

a) pr..break; d) pr..interesting;

b) pr..difficult; d) crime.

c) pr..string;

19. Find a word formed in a prefix-suffix way.

a) attach; d) grow up;

b) writer; d) teenager.

c) lunar rover;

^ 20. How is the word formed? salary?

a) prefix;

b) formation of a word from a phrase;

c) adding syllables;

d) adding the initial part of a word to the whole word;

d) adding words.

^ 21. Find a feminine word.

a) Youth Theater; d) supermarket;

b) university; d) vocational school.

22. In which word is the prefix located in the middle of the word?

a) digger; d) tracklayer;

b) fabulist; d) book printer.

c) aircraft manufacturing;
Codifier

Skill No.	Testable skill	Job No.
1	Determine root with alternation	1
2	Determine root -clone-	2
3	Define exception words with the root ros-ras	3
4	Determine i-e in roots with alternation	4
5	Find a word with the root -stel-	5
6	Find a word with an unstressed vowel	6
7	Find the extra word	7
8	Find a word without a prefix	8
9	Define a word with a prefix	9
10	Find a word without a prefix	10
11	Define a word with a prefix	11
12	Define the word where we write at the end of the prefix With	12
13	Define the word where we write at the end of the prefix h	13
14	Find the extra word	14
15	Determine knowledge of the prefix	15
16	Determine the unclear meaning of the prefix	16
17	Find a word with an unclear meaning of the prefix	17
18	Find the extra word	18
19	Define a word formed in a prefix-suffix way	19
20	Determine how a word is formed	20
21	Determine the gender of abbreviated words	21
22	Identify a prefix in a compound word	22

^ Analysis scheme

Job No.	Last name, first name of the student Student Actions
1	Determine the root with alternation
2	Determined root -clone-
3	Exception words defined
4	Defined i-e in roots with alternation
5	We identified the word with the root -stel-
6	Defined a word with an unstressed vowel
7	Identified the extra word
8
9	Defined a word with a prefix
10	Defined a word without a prefix
11	Defined a word with a prefix
12	With
13	Define a word with a prefix h
14	Found a word for line
15	Determined the meaning of the prefix
16	Determined the unclear meaning of the prefix
17	Defined a word with an unclear meaning
18	Identified the extra word
19	Defined a word formed in a prefix-suffix way
20	Determined the way to form a word
21	Determined the gender of abbreviated words
22	Defined a prefix in a compound word
Sum of points
Mark

A cloud was approaching from the south, but the spring evening was still clear and warm. The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains; a wide shadow spread across the Donets from them. Along the stone courtyard of the monastery, past the cathedral, I went to the covered galleries that lead up the mountain. At this hour, their endless marches were empty. And the higher I rose, the more the harsh monastic life blew over me - from these pictures depicting monasteries and hermits’ cells with coffins instead of night beds, from these printed teachings hung on the walls, even from every worn and dilapidated step. In the semi-darkness of these passages one could see the shadows of monks who had departed from this world, strict and silent schema-monks...

I was drawn there, to the chalk gray cones, to the place of that cave where the first man of these mountains, that great soul who fell in love with the mountain row above Little Tanais, spent his days in labor and prayer, simple and exalted in spirit. It was wild and deaf then in the primeval forests, where the holy man came. The forest turned endlessly blue beneath him. The forest muffled the banks, and only the river, lonely and free, splashed and splashed with its cold waves under its canopy. And what silence reigned all around! The sharp cry of a bird, the cracking of branches under the feet of a wild goat, the hoarse laughter of a cuckoo and the twilight hoot of an eagle owl - everything echoed loudly in the forests. At night, majestic darkness spread over them. By the rustling and splashing of the water, the monk guessed that people were swimming across the Donets. Silently, like an army of devils, they crossed the river, rustled through the bushes and disappeared into the darkness. It was terrible for a lonely man in a mountain hole then, but until dawn his candle flickered and his prayers sounded until dawn. And in the morning, exhausted by the horrors of the night and vigil, but with a bright face, he went out for the day, to work for the day, and again it was short and quiet in his heart...

Deep below me, everything was drowning in warm twilight, lights flickered. There the restrained joyful anxiety of preparations for Bright Matins had already begun. But here, behind the chalk cliffs, it was quiet and the light of dawn was still glimmering. Birds living in the cracks of the rocks and under the eaves of the church fluttered around, screeching like an old weather vane, and floated up from below and silently fell down into the darkness on their soft wings. A cloud from the south covered the entire sky, wafting with the warmth of rain, a fragrant spring thunderstorm, and was already shaking from flashes of lightning. The pines of the mountain cliff merged into a dark edge and turned black, like the hump of a sleeping beast...

I managed to go to the top of the mountain, to the upper church, and with my steps broke its deathly silence. The monk stood like a ghost behind a box of candles. Two or three lights crackled slightly... I also lit my candle for the one who, weak and elderly, fell prostrate in this small temple on those long-ago terrible nights when the fires of the siege burned under the walls of the monastery...

It was a festive, hot morning; joyfully, vying with each other, the bells rang over the Donets, over the green mountains, and flew away to where in the clear air a white church on a mountain pass was reaching for the sky. The chatter was booming over the river, and more and more people were arriving on the longboat along it to the monastery, their festive Little Russian outfits were becoming more and more colorful. I hired a boat, and a young Ukrainian girl easily and quickly drove it upstream along clear water: the Donets, in the shade of the greenery of the shore. And the girl’s face, and the sun, and the shadows, and the fast river - everything was so charming on this sweet morning...

I visited the monastery - it was quiet there, and the pale green birch trees whispered faintly, as if in a cemetery - and began to climb the mountain.

It was difficult to climb. The foot sank deep into moss, windbreaks and soft, rotten leaves; every now and then the vipers quickly and elastically slipped out from under the feet. The heat, full of a heavy resinous aroma, stood motionless under the canopies of the pine trees. But what a distance opened up below me, how beautiful the valley was from this height, the dark velvet of its forests, how the floods of the Donets sparkled in the sunshine, what a hot life of the south everything breathed steeply! That must have been how the heart of some warrior of Igor’s regiments must have been beating wildly and joyfully when, jumping out on a wheezing horse to this height, he hung over the cliff, among the mighty thicket of pines running down!

And at dusk I was already walking in the steppe again. The wind blew gently into my face from the silent mounds. And, resting on them, alone among the flat endless fields, I again thought about antiquity, about people resting in steppe graves under the vague rustle of gray feather grass...

The windows to the garden were open all night. And the trees were scattered with thick foliage right next to the windows, and at dawn, when it became light in the garden, the birds chirped so clearly and loudly in the bushes that it could be heard in the rooms. But the air and the young May greenery in the dew were still cold and dull, and the bedrooms breathed sleep, warmth and peace.

The house did not look like a country house; it was an ordinary village house, small, but comfortable and peaceful. Pyotr Alekseevich Primo, an architect, occupied it for the fifth summer. He himself was more on the road or in the city. His wife, Natalya Borisovna, and his youngest son, Grisha, lived at the dacha. The eldest, Ignatius, who had just completed his course at the university, just like his father, appeared at the dacha as a guest: he had already served.

At four o'clock the maid entered the dining room. Yawning sweetly, she rearranged the furniture and shuffled with a broom. Then she walked through the living room into Grisha’s room and placed large boots with wide soles without a heel by the bed. Grisha opened his eyes.

Garpina! - he said in a baritone voice. Garpina stopped at the door.

What? - she asked in a whisper.

Come here.

Garpina shook her head and left.

Garpina! - Grisha repeated.

What do you want?

Come here... for a minute.

I'm not going, I want to start a light meal!

Grisha thought and stretched tightly.

Well, get out!

The lady made a wish yesterday to give you a drink, so will you go to the city?

They said not to go, because the master would be leaving today.

Grisha, without answering, got dressed.

Povotenze? - he asked loudly.

There he is on the table! Don't wake up the lady...

Sleepy, fresh and healthy, in a gray silk cap, in a wide suit made of light material, Grisha went out into the living room, threw a shaggy towel over his shoulder, grabbed a croquet mallet that stood in the corner, and, passing through the hallway, opened the door onto the street, onto the dusty road.

The dachas in the gardens stretched to the right and left in one line. From the mountain there was an extensive view to the east, onto the picturesque lowland. Now everything sparkled with the clean, bright colors of the early morning. Bluish forests darkened across the valley; The river shone with light, sometimes scarlet steel, through the reeds and tall meadow greenery; Here and there, streaks of silver steam were removed from the mirror water and melted. And in the distance the orange light of dawn spread widely and clearly across the sky: the sun was approaching...

Walking lightly and strongly, Grisha descended the mountain and walked along the wet, glossy grass that smelled sharply of dampness to the bathhouse. There, in a plank room, strangely illuminated by the matte reflection of the water, he undressed and looked at his slender body for a long time and proudly positioned his beautiful head to resemble the statues of Roman youths. Then, slightly narrowing his gray eyes and whistling, he entered the fresh water, swam out of the bathhouse and waved his arms strongly, seeing that the sun, which had just appeared on the horizon, trembled as a thin fiery stripe. White geese with metallic-ringing cries, spreading their wings and noisily plowing the water, fell heavily into the reeds. Wide circles, rolling smoothly, swayed and went towards the river...

Grisha turned over and saw on the shore a tall man with a light brown beard, an open face and a clear gaze of large, protruding blue eyes. It was Kamensky, a “Tolstoyan,” as he was called at the dachas.

Will you come today? - Kamensky shouted, taking off his cap and wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.

Hello!.. I’ll come,” Grisha responded. - Where are you going, if it’s not a secret?

Kamensky looked from under his brows with a smile.

After all, here are the people! - he said importantly and affectionately. - They all have secrets!

It was a festive, hot morning; joyfully, vying with each other, the bells rang over the Donets, over the green mountains, and flew away to where in the clear air a white church on a mountain pass was reaching for the sky. The chatter was booming over the river, and more and more people were arriving on the longboat along it to the monastery, their festive Little Russian outfits were becoming more and more colorful. I hired a boat, and a young Ukrainian girl easily and quickly drove it upstream along clear water: the Donets, in the shade of the greenery of the shore. And the girl’s face, and the sun, and the shadows, and the fast river - everything was so charming on this sweet morning...

I visited the monastery - it was quiet there, and the pale green birch trees whispered faintly, as if in a cemetery - and began to climb the mountain.

It was difficult to climb. The foot sank deep into moss, windbreaks and soft, rotten leaves; every now and then the vipers quickly and elastically slipped out from under the feet. The heat, full of a heavy resinous aroma, stood motionless under the canopies of the pine trees. But what a distance opened up below me, how beautiful the valley was from this height, the dark velvet of its forests, how the floods of the Donets sparkled in the sunshine, what a hot life of the south everything breathed steeply! That must have been how the heart of some warrior of Igor’s regiments must have been beating wildly and joyfully when, jumping out on a wheezing horse to this height, he hung over the cliff, among the mighty thicket of pines running down!

And at dusk I was already walking in the steppe again. The wind blew gently into my face from the silent mounds. And, resting on them, alone among the flat endless fields, I again thought about antiquity, about people resting in steppe graves under the vague rustle of gray feather grass...

Comprehensive test work (dictation with language analysis of the text) in the Russian language in grade 11 (beginning of the year) One of the main goals of teaching the Russian language in high school is to improve the spelling and punctuation literacy of students, as well as speech skills and related skills with the analysis and creation of texts of different speech styles. This work involves checking the level of language development of primary school graduates, since all types of competencies are developed in students in grades 5–9. The purpose of the work is to determine the level of development of basic competencies in the subject, including compliance of the level of speech development of students of this age group with the requirements recorded in regulatory documents. The content of the test work is determined by “Programmatic and methodological materials. Russian language. 10 – 11 grades" (M.: "Drofa", 2000...). Structure of the test work: The work consists of three types of tasks: dictation, grammar task, speech science task based on the dictation text. These tasks allow you to test the elementary linguistic competence of students (knowledge of language and speech, the ability to use them when working with language material); language competence of students (practical knowledge of the Russian language, compliance with language standards); communicative competence (proficiency in different types of speech activity) – partially. Linguistic Language Communicative competence competence competence Dictation + basic level + basic level + + Grammar task Speech science task + advanced level advanced level + + basic level basic high level

level Assessment of the completion of individual tasks and the work as a whole: For the test work, 2 marks are given (on a 5-point scale): the first mark evaluates the practical literacy of students in accordance with the “Norms for assessing students’ knowledge of the Russian language.” the second mark evaluates the quality of completion of additional tasks (grammatical and speech science): The mark “3” (“satisfactory”) is given if the student completed at least half of the additional tasks correctly, made no more than 4 errors in the content of linguistic analysis of the text and 4 – 5 speech defects . The mark “4” (“good”) is given for work in which at least ¾ of the grammatical tasks are completed correctly and no more than 2 defects in the content and no more than 3-4 speech defects are made. The mark “5” (“excellent”) is given if the student completed all tasks correctly; 1 defect in the content of the work and 1 – 2 speech defects are allowed. Application

Dictation It was a festive, hot morning; joyfully, vying with each other, the bells rang over the Donets, over the green mountains, and flew away to where in the clear air a white church on a mountain pass was reaching for the sky. The chatter was booming over the river, and more and more people were arriving on the longboat along it to the monastery, the festive Little Russian outfits were becoming more and more colorful. I hired a boat, and a young Ukrainian girl easily and quickly drove it against the current along the clear water of the Donets, in the shade of the greenery of the shore. And the girl’s face, and the sun, and the shadows, and the fast river - everything was so charming on this sweet morning... I visited the monastery - it was quiet there, and the pale green of the birch trees whispered faintly, as in a cemetery, and I began to climb the mountain. It was difficult to climb. The foot sank deeply into moss, windbreaks and soft rotten leaves, and vipers every now and then quickly and elastically slipped out from under our feet. The heat, full of a heavy resinous aroma, stood motionless under the canopies of the pine trees. But what a distance opened up below me, how beautiful the valley was from this height, the dark velvet of its forests, how the floods of the Donets sparkled in the sunshine, what a hot life breathed everything around! That must have been how the heart of some warrior of Igor’s regiments must have been beating wildly joyfully when, jumping out on a wheezing horse to this height, he hung over the cliff, among the mighty thicket of pines running down! And at dusk I was already walking in the steppe again. The wind gently blew my face from the silent mounds. And, resting on them, alone among the flat endless fields, I again thought about antiquity, about people resting in steppe graves under the vague rustle of gray feather grass... 246 words. I.A. Bunin Additional task 1. What types of speech are combined in this text? Title the text.

2. Find homogeneous members in the first paragraph and underline them as parts of the sentence. 3. What linguistic means are used to express the author’s position in the text? Write a miniature essay in the form of a detailed answer to this question. Note: 2 academic hours are allotted to complete the work. Dictation The morning was festive, hot, joyful, but (at) interruption they were ringing over the Donets, over the green mountains, the bells were carried away to where in the clear air the white church on the mountain pass rose to the sky. The chatter was booming over the river, and on the longboat, more and more people were coming along it to the monastery, increasingly full of festive Little Russian outfits. I hired a boat and m? the little little Ukrainian easily and quickly drove her against the current through the transparent? on the fresh water of the Donets in the shade of the greenery of the banks. And the girl’s face and the sun and the shadows and the fast river (?) everything was so charming on this sweet morning... I visited the monastery, it was quiet and the pale green birch trees whispered faintly, as if in a cemetery, and I began to climb up the mountain. It was difficult to climb. The foot sank deep into the moss and brown grass and the soft rotten leaves of the viper every now and then quickly and elastically slipped out from under the feet. The heat, full of a heavy resinous aroma, stood motionless under the canopies of the pine trees. But what a distance opened up (below) me, how beautiful the length of the dark velvet of its forests was from this height, how the floods of the Donets sparkled in the sunshine, what a hot life everything around breathed! The heart of (some) warrior of Igor’s regiments must have been (wildly) joyfully beating when, jumping out on a wheezing horse to this height, he hung over the cliff among the mighty thicket of pine trees running down! And at dusk I was already walking in the steppe again. The wind gently blew my face from the silent mounds. And resting on them alone among the flat endless fields, I again thought about the old days about people resting in steppe graves under the vague rustle of gray feather grass... 246 words. 1. Prove that you have the text in front of you. 2. State the main idea of ​​the text. 3. Name the types of communication, supporting with examples.