For about a week, there were four residents of the forty-second ward. But one day a concerned Klavdia Mikhailovna came with two orderlies and said that they would have to make room. Stepan Ivanovich's bed, to his great joy, was installed right next to the window. Kukushkin was moved to a corner next to Stepan Ivanovich, and a good low bed with a soft spring mattress was placed in the vacant space.

This blew up Kukushkin. He turned pale, banged his fist on the bedside table, began shrilly cursing his sister, and the hospital, and Vasily Vasilyevich himself, threatened to complain to someone, write somewhere, and got so angry that he almost threw his mug at poor Klavdia Mikhailovna, and maybe Perhaps he would have even launched it if Alexey, madly sparkling with his gypsy eyes, had not besieged him with a menacing shout.

It was at this moment that the fifth was brought in.

It must have been very heavy, since the stretcher creaked, bending deeply in time with the steps of the orderlies. A round, shaved head swayed powerlessly on the pillow. The wide, yellow, waxy, puffy face was lifeless. Suffering froze on her full, pale lips.

The newcomer seemed to be unconscious. But as soon as the stretcher was placed on the floor, the patient immediately opened his eyes, raised himself on his elbow, looked around the room with curiosity, and for some reason winked at Stepan Ivanovich, saying, “How is life, is it okay?” - He cleared his throat in a deep voice. His heavy body was probably seriously shell-shocked, and this caused him acute pain. Meresyev, who for some reason did not like this big, swollen man at first glance, watched with hostility as two orderlies, two nurses and a sister, with their joint efforts, struggled to lift him onto the bed. He saw how the newcomer's face suddenly turned pale and covered with perspiration when his log-like leg was awkwardly turned, and how a painful grimace twisted his white lips. But he only gritted his teeth.

Finding himself on the bed, he immediately laid out the border of the duvet cover evenly along the edge of the blanket, laid out the books and notepads he had brought behind him in piles on the nightstand, neatly placed toothpaste, cologne, a razor, and a soap dish on the bottom shelf, then with an economic eye he summed up all his affairs and immediately, as if immediately feeling at home, he boomed in a deep and booming bass:

Well, let's get acquainted. Regimental Commissar Semyon Vorobiev. A quiet person, a non-smoker. Please accept me into the company.

He calmly and with interest looked around at his comrades in the ward, and Meresyev managed to catch the attentive, searching gaze of his narrow golden, very tenacious eyes.

I won't be with you for long. I don’t know what it’s like for anyone, but I don’t have time to linger here. My horsemen are waiting for me. Once the ice passes, the roads dry up, and then: “We are the red cavalry, and about us...” Eh? - he rumbled, filling the entire room with a rich, cheerful bass.

We're all here for a short time. The ice will break - and let’s go... feet first to the fiftieth ward,” Kukushkin responded, turning sharply to the wall.

There was no fiftieth ward in the hospital. This is what the patients called the dead woman among themselves. It is unlikely that the commissar had time to find out about this, but he immediately grasped the gloomy meaning of the joke, was not offended and only, looking at Kukushkin in surprise, asked:

How old are you, dear friend? Eh, beard, beard! You've grown old too early.

5 CLASS

(1st half of the year)

Titmouse and snowflakes

I was sitting at the table in the upper room. I looked out the window and saw a titmouse sitting on the wire. Sits and turns his head in different directions. At the same time, her thin beak opens and closes. What is she doing?

I got closer to the window. Light snowflakes were flying from the sky. They fluttered in the air, and the bird caught them in its mouth. What a lazy girl! She didn't want to fly to the river. Or does she mistake snowflakes for midges and eat them? People say: “White flies have flown.”

Summer is over. It's time to leave. This bird was the last of all the living creatures I met this summer. (100 words)

NOTE: talk about the use of a comma in the last sentence.

Grammar task:

1) Parse the sentence

Option 1 - I was sitting at the table in the upper room.

Option 2 – Light snowflakes were flying from the sky.

2) Perform phonetic analysis of words

Option 1 – window

Option 2 – in summer

3) Write out 3 words from the text with spelling

Option 1 - unstressed vowel at the root of the word, checked by stress

Option 2 - the consonant being checked at the root of the word.

Select the root and select test words.

6th grade

(1st half of the year)

Meeting with Yuri Nikulin

My friend and I hid in the bushes. I parted the branches and took aim. There was a click and the stone crashed into a flock of crows.

Birds soared noisily over the trees. Only one jumped up and touched the ground with its wing.

“Shot birds with slingshots?” - the stranger asked and beckoned us with his finger.

We approached dejectedly. Famous artist Yuri Nikulin stood in front of us. We often saw him cheerful and mischievous. But now he was not going to amuse us.

He looked at us sternly and strictly explained that birds should not be offended. After all, they flew to the city under human protection.

Much time has passed since then. I often saw Nikulin later, but did not dare remind him of the first meeting. (109 words)

Grammar task:

Perform morphemic and derivational analysis of words

Option 1 – elastic band, remind

Option 2 – stranger beckoned

2) Perform morphological analysis of nouns

1 option-artist

Option 2 – (about) meeting

3) Write out 2 words from the text and explain their spelling

Option 1 - with pre- and pre-

Option 2 – with roots, where there is alternation of vowels

7th grade

(1st half of the year)

Concert in besieged Leningrad

During the Great Patriotic War The Nazis surrounded Leningrad with a blockade ring. Hoping for a quick victory, they set August 9, 1942 as the date for their ceremonial entry into the city.

But Leningrad stood, resisting hunger, cold and bombing. Exhausted people did not leave their machines, the radio was working, supporting the morale of Leningraders.

And then August 9, 1942 came. But this day was not a day of enemy celebration, but a celebration of music. From besieged Leningrad, Dmitry Shostakovich's Leningrad Symphony was heard on the radio to the whole world.

The composer spoke in it about the war, about the courage and perseverance of Leningraders. During the bombings, Shostakovich, together with other townspeople, climbed onto the roofs of houses, dropped and extinguished incendiary bombs.

A symphony sounds. Hard to believe! In a city surrounded by enemies, the orchestra plays a new composition! (116)

Note: numerals are written in numbers; The composer's name and the title of the symphony can be written on the board.

Grammar task:

Graphically highlight in text

Option 1 – participial phrases

Option 2 - participial phrases

2) Perform morphological analysis of words

Option 1 - hoping for the besieged

Option 2 – surrounded, resisting

8th grade

(1st half of the year)

In the forest

The stars sparkled sharply and coldly, but the sky in the east began to brighten. The trees gradually emerged from the darkness. Suddenly a strong wind passed over their tops. The forest came to life and began to rustle. The pines called to each other in a whistling whisper, and dry frost poured from the disturbed branches with a soft rustle.

The last stars quietly went out in the brightening sky, and the forest, having finally shaken off the remnants of darkness, stood up in all its grandeur.

A long muzzle, topped with heavy branched horns, protruded from the frost-powdered pine needles. Frightened eyes scanned the huge clearing.

The old elk froze in the pine forest like a statue. Alert ears caught every sound. He tensed up, preparing to jump into the thicket.

The beast's attention was attracted by a sound coming from the sky. Like several May beetles, fighter planes were flying through the frosty air. A frequent crackling sound was heard, like the creaking of a twitch in a swamp. Suddenly one of the planes rushed straight towards the clearing. The echo boomed over the trees, and the elk rushed at full speed into the thicket.(144)

NOTE: say something about the spelling of the word “twitch”

Grammar task.

1) Perform a syntactic analysis of the sentence.

Option 1 - The old elk froze in the pine forest like a statue.

Option 2 – Like several cockchafers, fighter jets were flying through the frosty air.

2) Come up with suggestions

Option 1 – with a compound verb predicate

Option 2 - with a compound nominal predicate.

Underline the predicate and indicate how it is expressed.

In the text, highlight graphically participial and participial phrases

Grade 10

(1st half of the year)

Morals of Oblomovites

One tallow candle burns dimly in the room, but this is only allowed on winter and autumn evenings. IN summer months they try to go to bed and get up without candles, in daylight.

This is often done out of habit, partly out of economy. For any item that was not produced at home, but was acquired by purchase, the Oblomovites were stingy.

They cordially offer an excellent turkey or a dozen chickens to a visiting guest, but they do not add extra zest to the food and turn pale when the guest arbitrarily decides to pour himself a glass of wine. However, this almost never happened there: such a guest would not even be allowed into the yard.

There were not such morals there. A guest there will not touch food before eating three times. He knows very well that a single meal often includes a request to refuse the offered dish rather than to taste it.

Two candles were lit here not for everyone. The candle was bought in the city for money and kept under the owner’s key. The cinders were carefully collected and hidden.

They didn’t like to spend money there. Even for a necessary thing, money was always given with great sympathy, even if the cost was very small. (174)

Grammar task:

Write out 5 words from the text, where

Option 1 – there are more sounds than letters

Option 2 - fewer sounds than letters

Explain your choice.

Carry out morphemic and derivational analysis of words

Option 1 – necessary, triple, offered, condolences

Option 2 - touches, cinders, one-time, to the newcomer.

3. Answer the question in writing: “What features of the life of the Oblomovites does the author emphasize in this text?”

With the appearance of a new patient in forty-two, whom everyone began to call among themselves the Commissar, the entire structure of life in the ward immediately changed. This overweight and weak man became acquainted with everyone on the second day and, as Stepan Ivanovich later put it about him, managed to “pick up his own special key for everyone.”

He talked to Stepan Ivanovich to his heart's content about horses and hunting, which they both loved very much, being great experts. With Meresyev, who loved to delve into the essence of the war, he argued fervently about modern methods the use of aviation, tanks and cavalry, and not without passion he argued that aviation and tanks are, of course, a glorious thing, but that the horse has not outlived its usefulness and will still show itself, and if now it is good to repair the cavalry units and reinforce them with equipment, yes to help the old grunt commanders raise broadly and boldly thinking youth - our cavalry will surprise the world. Even with the silent tanker he found mutual language. It turned out that the division in which he was a commissar fought at Yartsev, and then at Dukhovshchina, participating in the famous Konevsky counterattack, where the tankman and his group escaped from encirclement. And the Commissioner enthusiastically listed the names of villages familiar to both of them and told how and where exactly the Germans got it there. The tanker was still silent, but did not turn away, as had happened before. His face was not visible because of the bandages, but he shook his head in agreement. Kukushkin immediately changed from anger to mercy when the Commissioner invited him to play a game of chess. The board stood on Kukushkin’s bed, and the Commissioner played “blindly,” lying with his eyes closed. He smashed the grumpy lieutenant to smithereens and thus finally reconciled him with himself.

With the arrival of the Commissioner, something similar happened in the ward to what happened in the mornings, when the nurse opened the window and fresh and wet air early Moscow spring. The Commissioner made no effort to achieve this. He simply lived, lived greedily and fully, forgetting or forcing himself to forget about the ailments that tormented him.

When he grew up in the morning, he would sit on his bed, spread his arms up and to the side, bend over, straighten up, rhythmically rotate and tilt his head - do gymnastics. When they let him wash, he demanded colder water, snorted and splashed over the basin for a long time, and then dried himself with a towel with such passion that redness appeared on his swollen body, and, looking at him, everyone involuntarily wanted to do the same. They brought newspapers. He greedily snatched them from his sister and hastily read aloud the summary of the Soviet Information Bureau, then in detail, one after another, the correspondence from the front. And he knew how to read somehow in his own way - actively, so to speak: he would suddenly begin to repeat in a whisper a passage he liked and mutter “correctly” and emphasize something, then suddenly he would exclaim angrily: “You’re lying, you dog! I bet my head against a beer bottle that I wasn’t at the front. What a bastard! And he writes.” Once, angry at some lying correspondent, he immediately wrote an angry postcard to the newspaper editor, proving in it that such things do not happen in war, it cannot be, asking them to appease the liar. And then he would think about the newspaper, lean back on the pillow and lie there with his eyes open, or suddenly begin to tell interesting stories about his horsemen, who, judging from his words, were all hero to hero and well done to well done. And then he started reading again. And strangely, these remarks and lyrical digressions of his did not in the least interfere with the listeners, did not distract them, but, on the contrary, helped them comprehend the meaning of what they read.

for two hours a day, between lunch and medical procedures, he worked German language, repeated words, composed phrases and sometimes, suddenly thinking about the meaning of a foreign language, said:

mdash; Do you guys know what the German word for chicken is? Küchelchen. Great! Küchelchen is something small, fluffy, tender. And the bell, you know how? Glöckling. A ringing word, right?

One day Stepan Ivanovich could not resist:

mdash; What do you need, Comrade Regimental Commissar, to speak German? Are you tormenting yourself in vain? You should save your strength...

The commissioner glanced slyly at the old soldier.

mdash; Eh, beard, is this life for a Russian person? And what language will I speak to German women in Berlin when we get there? In your opinion, in the Chaldonian way, or what? A?

mdash; That's right, not in the Chaldonian way, of course. However, you should take care, Comrade Commissar, after some kind of shell shock.

mdash; The horse that is careful is the first to fall off its hooves. Haven't you heard? Not good, beard!

None of the patients wore a beard. For some reason, the Commissioner called everyone “beards.” It turned out to be not offensive, but fun, and this humorous name made everyone’s souls lighter.

- I seem to have become shorter.

the smile turned out bad, like a grimace. Klavdia Mikhailovna carefully straightened his hair.

mdash; Nothing, nothing, my dear, it will be easier now.

mdash; Yes, that's right, it's easier. How many kilograms?

mdash; No need, dear, no need. And you are great, some are screaming, others are tied with belts and still held, but you didn’t make a word... Eh, war, war!

At this time, from the evening semi-darkness of the chamber, the angry voice of the Commissioner was heard:

mdash; Why did you start a memorial service there? Here, give him the letters, sister. The man is lucky, even I am envious: so many letters at once!

The commissioner handed Meresyev a stack of letters. These were letters from my native regiment. They were dated on different days, but for some reason they came together, and now, lying with his legs cut off, Alexey read these friendly messages one after another, telling about a distant life, full of work, inconvenience and danger, irresistibly pulling towards himself, which was now lost to him forever. He savored both big news and expensive little things that the regiment wrote to him about. He was equally interested in the fact that a political commissar from the corps had blabbed that the regiment was nominated for the Order of the Red Banner, that Ivanchuk received two awards at once, and that Yashin, while hunting, killed a fox, which for some reason turned out to be without a tail, which is Styopa’s. Rostov's affair with his sister Lenochka was upset due to gumboil. For a moment, his thoughts were carried away there, to an airfield lost among forests and lakes, which pilots had so often scolded for its treacherous soil and which now seemed to him the best point on earth.

He was so carried away by the letters that he did not pay attention to the difference in dates and did not notice how the Commissioner winked at his sister, pointing in his direction with a smile, and quietly whispered to her: “My medicine is much better than all these luminals and veronals of yours.” . Alexey never knew that, foreseeing the events. The commissar hid some of his letters so that on a terrible day for Meresyev, by conveying friendly greetings and news from his native airfield to the pilot, he could soften the heavy blow for him. The commissar was an old warrior. He knew great power these carelessly and hastily written scraps of paper, which at the front are sometimes more important than medicines and crackers.

After the operation, the worst thing that could happen under such circumstances happened to Alexey Meresyev. He retreated into himself. He didn't complain, didn't cry, didn't get irritated. He was silent.

For many days, motionless, he lay on his back, looking at the same winding crack in the ceiling. When his comrades spoke to him, he answered - and often inappropriately - “yes”, “no” and fell silent again, staring at a dark crack in the plaster, as if it were some kind of hieroglyph, deciphering which meant salvation for him. He obediently followed all the doctors' orders, took everything that was prescribed to him, ate lunch sluggishly, without appetite, and again lay down on his back.

mdash; Hey beard, what are you thinking about? - the Commissioner shouted to him.

Lexei turned his head in his direction with an expression as if he had not seen him.

mdash; What, I ask, are you thinking about?

mdash; Nothing.

…………….

With difficulty stretching his lips into an empty, rubbery smile, Meresyev thought: “If only I had known that everything would end like this, would it have been worth crawling? After all, there were three cartridges left in the pistol.”

The commissioner read correspondence in the newspaper about an interesting air battle. Six of our fighters, having entered into battle with twenty-two German ones, shot down eight and lost only one. The Commissioner read this correspondence with such gusto, as if it were not the pilots unknown to him who distinguished themselves, but his cavalrymen. Even Kukushkin lit up when they started arguing, trying to imagine how it all happened. And Alexey listened and thought: “Happy! They fly and fight, but I’ll never get up again.”

- Lieutenant Gvozdev, dance! Well, what about you?

Heresyev saw how Gvozdev shuddered, how sharply he turned, how his eyes sparkled from under the bandages. He immediately restrained himself and said in a trembling voice, which he tried to give an indifferent tone:

mdash; Error. Another Gvozdev lay down nearby. “But his eyes eagerly, with hope, looked at the three envelopes that his sister held high, like a flag.

mdash; No, you. You see: Lieutenant Gvozdev G.M., and even: ward forty-two. Well?

the bandaged hand greedily threw itself out from under the blanket. She trembled while the lieutenant, grabbing the envelope with his teeth, opened it with impatient pinches. Gvozdev’s eyes sparkled excitedly from under the bandages. It turned out to be a strange thing. Three girl friends, students of the same course, the same institute, with different handwritings and in in different words They wrote about the same thing. Having learned that the tank hero Lieutenant Gvozdev was lying wounded in Moscow, they decided to start a correspondence with him. They wrote that if he, the lieutenant, was not offended by their importunity, then would he write to them about how he was living and how his health was, and one of them, signed “Anyuta,” wrote: could she do something for him? help if he needs any good books, and if he needs anything, let him, without hesitation, turn to her.

The lieutenant spent the whole day turning these letters over, reading the addresses, examining the handwritings. Of course, he knew about this kind of correspondence and even once corresponded with a stranger, whose affectionate note he found in thumb woolen mittens he received as a holiday gift. But this correspondence faded away by itself after his correspondent sent him with a humorous caption her photograph, where she, an elderly woman, was taken with her four children. But this was a different matter. The only thing that confused and surprised Gvozdev was that these letters arrived so unexpectedly and immediately, and it was still unclear how the medical students suddenly learned about his military affairs. The whole chamber was perplexed about this, and most of all the Commissioner. But Meresyev intercepted the meaningful glance that he exchanged with Stepan Ivanovich and his sister, and realized that this too was the work of his hands.

be that as it may, but the next day in the morning Gvozdev begged the Commissar for papers and, without permission, unbandaged his hand right hand, until the evening he wrote, crossed out, crumpled up, and again wrote answers to his unknown correspondents.

All the girls dropped out on their own, but caring Anyuta began to write for three. Gvozdev was a man of open disposition, and now the whole ward knew what was going on in the third year of medical school, what a fascinating science biology is and how boring organic science is, what a nice voice the professor has and how nicely he presents the material and, conversely, how boringly such an assistant professor rattles on in his lectures -how much wood was piled on freight trams at the next student Sunday, how difficult it is to study and work at the same time in an evacuation hospital, and how “given” is student such and such, a mediocre crammer and generally an unattractive person.

Having lifted himself up, he not only spoke. He somehow turned around. His affairs quickly improved.

In the evening he became ill. Camphor was injected and oxygen was given. It took him a long time to come to his senses. Having woken up, the Commissioner immediately tried to smile at Klavdia Mikhailovna, who was standing over him with an oxygen bag in her hands, and joke:

mdash; Don't worry, little sister. I will return from hell to bring you a remedy that the devils use to remove freckles.

It was unbearably painful to watch how, fiercely resisting in a difficult fight against the disease, this big, powerful man was weakening day by day.

………………

The Commissioner knew how to find the key to everyone, but Alexey Meresyev did not give in to him. On the very first day after Meresyev’s operation, the book “How the Steel Was Tempered” appeared in the ward. They began to read it aloud. Alexei understood who this reading was addressed to, but it did little to console him. He respected Pavel Korchagin since childhood. This was one of his favorite heroes. “But Korchagin was not a pilot,” Alexei was now thinking. “Did he know what it meant to get sick from the air?” After all, Ostrovsky did not write his books in bed in those days when all the men and many women of the country were at war, when even snotty boys, standing on boxes, because they were not tall enough to work on a machine, were sharpening shells.”

In short, the book was not a success in this case. Then the Commissioner began a detour. As if by chance, he spoke about another man who, with paralyzed legs, could perform great public work. Stepan Ivanovich, interested in everything in the world, began to gasp in surprise. And I myself remembered that in their region there is a doctor without an arm, the foremost doctor in the entire region, and he rides a horse and hunts, and at the same time he handles a gun so well with one hand that he knocks a squirrel in the eye with a pellet. Here the Commissioner remembered the late Academician Williams, whom he personally knew from his EMTE affairs. This man, half paralyzed, with only one hand, continued to lead the institute and carried out work on an enormous scale.

……………..

But the Commissioner did not give up his attempts to “unlock” him. One day, being in his usual state of indifferent stupor, Alexey heard the commissar’s bass voice:

mdash; Lesha, look: it’s written about you here.

Tepan Ivanovich was already carrying the magazine to Meresyev. The short article was crossed out in pencil. Alexey quickly ran his eyes through what was noted and did not see his last name. It was an article about Russian pilots during the First World War. From the page of the magazine looked at Alexei the unfamiliar face of a young officer with a small mustache curled in an awl, with a white cap badge on his cap pulled down to his very ear.

mdash; Read, read, right for you,” the Commissioner insisted.

I read the heresies. The article was about the Russian military pilot, lieutenant Valeryan Arkadyevich Karpovich. Flying over enemy positions, Lieutenant Karpovich was wounded in the leg by a German “dum-dum” explosive bullet. With a shattered leg, he managed to pull his Farman across the front line and sit down with his own people. His foot was taken away, but the young officer did not want to leave the army. He invented a prosthesis of his own design. He did gymnastics for a long time and persistently, trained, and thanks to this, by the end of the war he returned to the army. He served as an inspector at a military pilot school and even, as the note said, “sometimes risked taking to the air in his airplane.” He was awarded the officer's "George" and served successfully in Russian military aviation until he died in a crash.

Heresyev read this note once, twice, three times. A little tensely, but in general, the young, thin lieutenant with a tired, strong-willed face smiled dashingly from the photograph. The entire ward silently watched Alexei. He ruffled his hair and, without taking his eyes off the article, found his hand for a pencil on the nightstand and carefully, carefully traced it.

mdash; Have you read it? — the Commissioner asked slyly. (Alexey was silent, still running his eyes over the lines.) - Well, what do you say?

mdash; But the only thing he was missing was a foot.

mdash; And you are a Soviet man.

mdash; He flew on a Farman. Is this an airplane? This is a bookcase. Why not fly it? There is such control that you don’t need either dexterity or speed.

mdash; But you are a Soviet man! - the Commissioner insisted.

mdash; “Soviet man,” Alexei mechanically repeated, still not taking his eyes off the note; then his pale face lit up with some kind of inner blush, and he looked around everyone with an amazed and joyful gaze.

and at night Alexey put the magazine under his pillow, stuck it in and remembered that in his childhood, when he climbed into the bed where he slept with his brothers at night, he put under the pillow an ugly corn-eared bear, sewn for him by his mother from an old plush jacket. And he laughed at this memory of his, laughed throughout the whole room.

he didn't sleep a wink. The ward was forgotten in a heavy sleep. Gvozdev was spinning on his bed, his springs creaking. Stepan Ivanovich snored with a whistle, so that it seemed his insides were being torn. Turning occasionally, the Commissar moaned quietly through his teeth. But Alexey didn’t hear anything. Every now and then he took out the magazine and, by the light of the night lamp, looked at the smiling face of the lieutenant. “It was difficult for you, but you still managed,” he thought. “It’s ten times harder for me, but you’ll see, I won’t lag behind either.”

………………

The Commissioner sighed. The sister straightened up and looked at him with greedy anticipation with eyes full of tears. He smiled, sighed and continued in his usual kind, slightly mocking tone:

mdash; Listen, smart girl, to the story. I suddenly remembered. It was a long time ago, back in civil war, in Turkestan. Yes... The squadron alone got carried away in pursuit of the Basmachi, and climbed into such a desert that the horses - and the horses were Russian, not accustomed to the sands - began to fall. And suddenly we became infantry. Yes... And so the commander made a decision: to abandon his packs and go out on foot to the big city with one weapon. And it’s a hundred and sixty kilometers away, on bare sand. Do you hear it, smart girl? We walk a day, we walk a second, we walk a third. The sun is scorching and burning. Nothing to drink. The skin in my mouth began to crack, and there was hot sand in the air, the sand was singing under my feet, it crunched on my teeth, it stung my eyes, it filled my throat, well, there was no urine. A man falls on a breaker, sticks his face into the ground and lies there. And our commissar was Yakov Pavlovich Volodin. He looked frail, an intellectual - he was a historian... But a strong Bolshevik. He seems to be the first to fall, but he walks and moves all the people: they say, close, soon - and shakes a pistol over those who are lying down: get up, I’ll shoot...

and on the fourth day, when there were only fifteen kilometers left to the city, people were completely exhausted. It staggers us, we walk like drunken people, and the trail behind us is uneven, like that of a wounded animal. And suddenly our commissar started a song. His voice is cheesy, thin, and he started a nonsense song, an old soldier’s song: “Chubariks, chubchiks,” but they supported him, they sang! I commanded: “Line up,” I calculated the step, and believe it or not, it became easier to walk.

and with this song they tore off another, then a third. You see, sister, with dry, cracked mouths and in such heat. They sang all the songs they knew along the way, and got there, and didn’t leave a single one on the sand... You see what a thing it is.

mdash; And the commissioner? - asked Klavdia Mikhailovna.

mdash; What about the commissioner? Alive and healthy now. He is a professor, an archaeologist. Some prehistoric settlements are being dug out of the ground. He probably lost his voice after that. It wheezes. What does he need a voice for? He’s not Lemeshev... Well, enough of the tales. Go, good girl, I give you the horseman’s word not to die again today.

………………

It was quiet. Suddenly the Commissioner spoke barely audibly, turning his head to Stepan Ivanovich - his silhouette was silhouetted against the window gilded by the sunset:

mdash; And it’s twilight in the village now, very quiet. It smells like melted earth, thawed manure, and smoke. The cow in the barn rustles the bedding, worries: it’s time for her to calve. Spring... How did they, the women, manage to spread manure across the field? Are the seeds and harness okay?

It seemed to Heresyev that Stepan Ivanovich looked at the smiling Commissar not even with surprise, but with fear.

mdash; You are a sorcerer, Comrade Regimental Commissar, maybe you guess other people’s thoughts...

In a forest clearing there is a huge old spruce. Its top rose high above the other trees.

Previously, many young Christmas trees grew in this clearing. They grew up cheerfully, amicably, and everyone admired the young shoots. Years passed, the situation changed. The spruces grew and matured. But not all Christmas trees lived to this age. Some withered away and died. Others were cut down.

And now only one mighty spruce stands in a spacious clearing. In the winter cold, spruce helps birds by feeding them with its seeds. In early spring, the spruce drops its seeds onto the damp ground. The seed will sprout and a small sprout will appear. He will give life to a new tree.

(According to G. Skrebitsky.)

Grammar task:

1. Find roots with alternating vowels in the text, designate them graphically, explaining the spelling.

At the edge of the clearing, raspberry thickets have been preserved.

I silently picked the berries, and some animal walked ahead, rustling in the leaves.

I sat down on a stump and began to whistle quietly.

A black nose poked out of a bush and sly eyes appeared. It was a bear cub. He crawled out of the bushes and began to sniff me.

At this time I heard the branches of the raspberry tree cracking. This is a bear looking for a bear cub. We must run! Can you explain to the bear that I just wanted to play with her son?

(According to G. Snegirev) (99 words)

Control dictation

in Russian language in 5th grade (March)

KIPRAY

A small river flowed along the bottom of the ravine. It was quiet with a lazy current and dense thickets on the shore. On the steep shore there are islands of fireweed. It always grows in forest fires and clearings.

Fireweed - very warm flower. The autumn frost will strike, and frost will silver the grass. There is no frost around fireweed, because the flower emits warmth. In this warmth, all the fireweed's neighbors grow up without fear.

Fireweed usually grows with young pine trees. He is their protector, watchman. Sometimes in severe frost The entire top of the fireweed is frozen, but it does not give up, it lives.

There are many amazing plants in the world.

(According to K. Paustovsky) (93 words)

Tasks: 1. Find roots in the text with alternating vowels,

indicate them graphically.

2. Parse the first

offers.

leaked, lazy,

grows up, protector, amazing, freezes.

4. Find a compound and a compound

sentences, explain signs, build diagrams.

Test dictation in Russian language 8th grade(March).

Through the eyes of an artist.

While in London, the famous French artist Claude Monet* was amazed by St. Paul's Cathedral and, of course, decided to paint it.

As you know, London is a city of fogs. That day the fog was so thick that the outlines of buildings were barely visible through it. Monet, naturally, depicted everything this way.

Londoners who saw the painting at the exhibition were annoyed. The fog on the canvas, to their surprise, was not gray, but pink. When the indignant gallery visitors went outside, they were dumbfounded. Indeed, the fog was pink.

The fact is that London is a city of old brick buildings. Red brick dust hangs in the air and, mixing with the fog, gives it a red tint. The artist saw what others did not notice. Since then, Monet has even been called the singer of the London fog.

Often people pass by the most curious phenomena, but do not notice them, remaining indifferent to them. But the artist comes and reveals to us the unusual in the ordinary.

Tasks.

1. Find introductory words, label them and indicate their meaning.

3. Parse the words according to their composition: famous, viewed, Londoners, gives, shade, indifferent.

4. Make a word-formation analysis of one of these words.

Test dictation in Russian in 8th grade. (March)

Commissioner from the forty-second chamber.

For about a week, there were four residents of the forty-second ward. But one day a concerned nurse said that she would have to make room. Stepan Ivanovich's bed, to his great joy, was installed near the window.

At this moment the fifth was brought in.

It must have been very heavy, since the stretcher creaked, bending deeply in time with the steps of the orderlies. The newcomer seemed to be unconscious. His yellow face seemed waxy.

With the appearance of a new patient in 1942 (everyone began to call him the Commissar), the entire structure of life in the ward immediately changed. This weak man became acquainted with everyone and, as Stepan Ivanovich put it about him, managed to find his own special key for everyone. He talked with Stepan Ivanovich about hunting. He proved to Meresyev that aviation is, of course, a wonderful thing, but the horse has not outlived its usefulness.

The Commissar's heavy body was probably seriously shell-shocked, and this caused him acute pain. No doubt he suffered greatly. As soon as he fell asleep, he immediately began to moan and thrash about.

Alexei spent days looking closely at the Commissar, trying to understand the secret of his inexhaustible cheerfulness.

(162 words) (According to B. Polevoy.)

Tasks.

1. Find introductory words in the text, identify them and indicate their meaning.

2. Parse the last sentence.

3. Sort out the words according to their composition : preoccupied, creaked, appearance,

changed, looked closer, more cheerful.

A poem is a helper.

Don't forget that

p r i s t a v k i

From-, once-, through -, bottom - through-, without-

Before consonants are deaf

They will quickly change from Z to S.

Consoles do not change :

B - (VO-), ON - , FOR-,

POD - (PODO -), PO-

S - (SO -), U -, PRO-,

OVER - (NEED -), THROUGH -,

OB – (OBO -),

FROM – (OTO-), OVER -.

5th grade.

Title the text, copy paragraphs 1 and 2, open the brackets.

Place prepositions in a square and indicate prefixes.

Fill in the missing letters.

Zinka flew along...to...the river. L..tits over...the field, l..tits over...the meadow and sees: the snow is melting everywhere, the stream..and the...gut.

When...flew to...the...river..ka, and the river..ka was terrible: there was ice on...it along..s..-

nel, at...the shores in..yes you...step. Zinka sees like a hand...

b..gut to…r..ke. About...takes (?) the stream unnoticed along...a ravine under...snow and jumps into...the river. And soon many streams, rivulets and rivulets poured into... the river and under... the ice

by...hiding.

Here, with...l..a thin body...a thin black and white bird (?) runs around

along...the shore, its long...tail...shakes, squeaks:

Pi - face! Pi - face!

What are you squeaking? – asks Zinka.

Don't you...know my name? Ice...breaking. Here

Now I'm... I'm going to... I'm going to... I'm going to break the tail and when I crack it on... the ice, it's ice

and it will burst and the river will flow.

(V. Bianchi).

Prefixes in W – N.

WHO - WOS-

IZ - IS –

ONCE - RAS-

WITHOUT - BESN –

VZ - VS –

NIZ -NIS-

Z+ VOICED CONSONANT

WITH+ VOICE CONSONANT.

DIFFERENCES FROM PREFACES

PREPOSITIONS.

There were flowers along the way. –

The roadside flowers are dusty.

Clouds hung over the ground. –

Overhead rope structures

used in construction.

Plains without forests stretch endlessly.

Endless treeless plains

stretch around.

"JOINING"

"APPROXIMATION"

"INCOMPLETE ACTION"

SEW, COME,

PRIMORSKY, RAISED.

"= VERY"

BEAUTIFUL,

UNPLEASANT.

WORDS - EXCEPTIONS:

HERE

BUILDING

HEALTH

HELLO!

Assignments to the text "Through the eyes of an artist."

1. Find introductory words, label them and indicate their meanings.

2.Find one difficult sentence and one sentence with homogeneous members, explain the placement of punctuation marks and construct their diagrams.

3. Disassemble the words according to their composition : famous, viewed, Londoners, gives, shade, indifferent.

4. Make a word-formation analysis of one of these words.

Assignments to the text "Commissioner from the Forty-second Chamber"

1. Find introductory words in the text, identify them and indicate their meaning.

2.Parse the last sentence.

3. Parse the words according to their composition : preoccupied, creaked, appearance, changed, looked closely, vigor.

Assignments to the text "Spruce".

1. Find roots in the text with alternating vowels, designate them graphically, explaining the spelling.

2. Perform a syntactic analysis of the selected simple sentence.

3. Parse the words according to their composition: shoots, passed, fir trees, spacious, sprout, small.

4.Explain punctuation marks in sentences with homogeneous members.

5. Write out synonyms – verbs – from the text.*

Assignments to the text "Little Bear"

1.Write down the words with the spelling “ Letters O-Y after the hissing words at the root.” Indicate the spelling.

2. Write down words with alternating vowels in the root, select 2-3 words with the same root for them, indicate what part of speech these words are.

3. Sort the words according to their composition: forest, eyes appeared, located in the raspberry field, leaves.

Assignments to the text "Willowweed".

1. Find roots with alternating vowels in the text and indicate them graphically.

2.Parse the first sentence.

3. Parse the words according to their composition: leaked, lazy, grows, protector, amazing, freezes.

4. Find compound and complex sentences, explain the signs, build diagrams.