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On a raft along the taiga river
Vladimir Simonenko
07/20/1978. Get up early in the morning. For the first time Gadzhi contacted our other units. They have also been thrown into the taiga. It's good that the radio is working, otherwise we thought that we would be without communication.
I did my exercises, hung on the horizontal bar, ran along the alluvium boulders for about 500 meters. Breakfast.
Gadzhi prepared his signature dish. It is done like this: vermicelli is urinated in water, fried in a frying pan a little, and then boiled with the addition of stew. Strangely, I ate little, just one cup. Gathered on the road. We had to make a big forced march that day to get to the Uchur River. I took my camera, my big spoon and my diary with me so as not to interrupt the notes. And now we are already stomping towards the Sayan Mountains. Along the way, we conducted geological observations, in general, the same route, only very long.
All around are the same gray dolomites, the same quartz sandstones, siltstones, silicytolites. And the backpack behind him is voluminous and weighty, and even a gun and a hammer. I go, I beat stones with a hammer. It is easy and pleasant to walk through the taiga, especially considering that I have recently “tied up” with smoking. And around is a monotonous dull landscape: larches a finger thick, moss, springy underfoot. We go and look for a stone to hit it with a hammer and see what is inside it. However, there are few stones, everything is turfed. The relief is weakly expressed, there are no pronounced bindings on the ground, so we very often look at the compass, we go in azimuth. Twelve route kilometers ended in the upper reaches of the Sayan stream. The alluvium contains the same rocks as in Yuyut-Siebit, only here siltstones with sandstones prevail over dolomites. On the shore, we fell from fatigue, as if knocked down. They ate rhubarb, which grows here in abundance. We ate two cans of carcasses, drank tea, and swam in the stream. All day unbearable heat, like in a sauna with dry steam. Now we will go to the mouth of the Sayan, which is at least a small river, but in places it is waist-deep. Gadzhi in waders, he feels good. And I have short rubber ones, and Volkov has kirzachi at all. But I am cunning, I took off my pants and boots and stomped, easily overcoming water obstacles. And Gadzhi insured Volkov, and therefore they walked all the time along the swampy bank. And the Sayan is very winding, with many channels and tributaries, swamps, lakes, and you can’t see fish. While Gadzhi and Volkov are bypassing all this water wealth on the tenth road, I am scuttling directly along the main channel barefoot. Ah, summer! Last time I saw Gadzhi and Gennady 3-4 kilometers from our last halt, where we had lunch (or dinner? Because the meal was at 18:00). They then walked along the right bank, and I along the left. I went out to the pinnacle, where the river licked the bare rocks and seethed among the huge boulders, oriented myself on the tablet. There were 2.5 kilometers to the mouth of the Sayan from six taiga, river, swampy. There were dog tracks along the river, probably the Evenks were hunting nearby... The sun set, mosquitoes appeared, began to bite. They used to be, but I was not up to them, did not notice. I heard from behind the bend of the duct: -Ay! Hey! I also yelled in response, stretching my vocal cords and moved on. I almost got stuck in a swamp, around the lake. Once again I checked the compass, followed the azimuth to the mouth, turning from the river into the swamp. At 20:00 I went to Uchur. big river, 500 meters wide, with islands, with banks overgrown with mighty larches, pines and firs.
Around - not a soul. Gadzhi with Gennady can not be seen or heard, completely lagged behind. I made a fire, waiting for them to stomp. He dried his pants and footcloths by the fire. I looked at the map and found that there should be a Tomptokan barracks nearby.
-Ay! Wow! I yelled a little. Then he wrote a note: “I went to the Tomptokan barracks. Been waiting here for an hour. 07/20/78 9:45 pm. Kostya ”And he went downstream, along the left bank of the Uchur. After some half a kilometer I heard the sound of a shot somewhere in the distance, I returned back to the mouth of the Sayan. Shouted, responded: - Hey-gey! Kostya!
Knock on wood with an axe. I went up the Sayan, through the swamp, squaw
07/20/1978. Get up early in the morning. For the first time Gadzhi contacted our other units. They have also been thrown into the taiga. It's good that the radio is working, otherwise we thought that we would be without communication.
I did my exercises, hung on the horizontal bar, ran along the alluvium boulders for about 500 meters. Breakfast.
Gadzhi prepared his signature dish. It is done like this: vermicelli is urinated in water, fried in a frying pan a little, and then boiled with the addition of stew. Strangely, I ate little, just one cup. Gathered on the road. We had to make a big forced march that day to get to the Uchur River. I took my camera, my big spoon and my diary with me so as not to interrupt the notes. And now we are already stomping towards the Sayan Mountains. Along the way, we conducted geological observations, in general, the same route, only very long.
All around are the same gray dolomites, the same quartz sandstones, siltstones, silicytolites. And the backpack behind him is voluminous and weighty, and even a gun and a hammer. I go, I beat stones with a hammer. It is easy and pleasant to walk through the taiga, especially considering that I have recently “tied up” with smoking. And around is a monotonous dull landscape: larches a finger thick, moss, springy underfoot. We go and look for a stone to hit it with a hammer and see what is inside it. However, there are few stones, everything is turfed. The relief is weakly expressed, there are no pronounced bindings on the ground, so we very often look at the compass, we go in azimuth. Twelve route kilometers ended in the upper reaches of the Sayan stream. The alluvium contains the same rocks as in Yuyut-Siebit, only here siltstones with sandstones prevail over dolomites. On the shore, we fell from fatigue, as if knocked down. They ate rhubarb, which grows here in abundance. We ate two cans of carcasses, drank tea, and swam in the stream. All day unbearable heat, like in a sauna with dry steam. Now we will go to the mouth of the Sayan, which is at least a small river, but in places it is waist-deep. Gadzhi in waders, he feels good. And I have short rubber ones, and Volkov has kirzachi at all. But I am cunning, I took off my pants and boots and stomped, easily overcoming water obstacles. And Gadzhi insured Volkov, and therefore they walked all the time along the swampy bank. And the Sayan is very winding, with many channels and tributaries, swamps, lakes, and you can’t see fish. While Gadzhi and Volkov are bypassing all this water wealth on the tenth road, I am scuttling directly along the main channel barefoot. Ah, summer! The last time I saw Gadzhi and Gennady was 3-4 kilometers from our last halt, where we had lunch (or dinner? Because the meal was at 18:00). They then walked along the right bank, and I along the left. I went out to the pinnacle, where the river licked the bare rocks and seethed among the huge boulders, oriented myself on the tablet. There were 2.5 kilometers to the mouth of the Sayan from six taiga, river, swampy. There were dog tracks along the river, probably the Evenks were hunting nearby... The sun had set, mosquitoes appeared and began to nibble. They used to be, but I was not up to them, did not notice. I heard from behind the bend of the duct: -Ay! Hey! I also yelled in response, stretching my vocal cords and moved on. I almost got stuck in a swamp, around the lake. Once again I checked the compass, followed the azimuth to the mouth, turning from the river into the swamp. At 20:00 I went to Uchur. A large river, 500 meters wide, with islands, with banks overgrown with mighty larches, pines and firs.
Around - not a soul. Gadzhi with Gennady can not be seen or heard, completely lagged behind. I made a fire, waiting for them to stomp. He dried his pants and footcloths by the fire. I looked at the map and found that there should be a Tomptokan barracks nearby.
- Ay! Wow!, I shouted a little. Then he wrote a note: “I went to the Tomptokan barracks. Been waiting here for an hour. 07/20/78 9:45 pm. Kostya ”And he went downstream, along the left bank of the Uchur. After some half a kilometer I heard the sound of a shot somewhere in the distance, I returned back to the mouth of the Sayan. Shouted, responded: - Hey-gey! Kostya!
Knock on wood with an axe. I was about to go upstream the Sayan, through the swamp, through the bushes I make my way, shouting, they respond, but their voices are getting quieter and quieter. I’m just at a loss: either the river makes a big detour here, or they are not on the Sayan, but in general, the devil knows where ... And then it’s still getting dark with might and main. Surely they got out somewhere from the river, because there is no dry place near the river, only swamps and lakes. And it is pleasant only for kikimors and goblin to spend the night in a swamp. In general, I cursed heartily and turned back to Uchur. Not far from the shore I found the remains of a deer pen, made a fire in the middle of it. Firstly, the corral, as it were, protects me from uninvited guests, and secondly, it is a lot of dry branches that are quite suitable as firewood to keep the fire burning. I unfolded the liner and cover, polyethylene and go to bed at 00:30.
07/21/78. Slept a little. At 02:30 I woke up, froze like tsutsyk. And then the wolves howled:
- Wu-u-u! It feels like the wolves are somewhere very close. The dream was gone! He grabbed a gun and fired into the air. The gun is loaded with small shot, the wolf doesn’t give a damn about it ... only they don’t know this, so they calmed down, probably hid, waiting until I fall asleep again, then they will get to me. Shish, can't wait! I won't sleep anymore! The cold comes from the earth, the permafrost, however, and damp and cold fog spreads from the river. I throw branches on the fire. I drank tea. I have tea with me, an almost full pack, a large bowler hat, three mugs, four spoons (with my big count) and a trial bag of crackers. They got all the stew, sugar, crackers. Unhappy, how will they eat stew without spoons? There is a bad omen from the knife... Haha... I have a lot of dishes, but not enough food, they don't have enough dishes. But there is a lot of food ... A dense fog spreads over Uchur, even the nearest shore is not visible. Then part of the water stood out, then the river became wider and wider, and finally the far bank appeared, the right one, still covered with creeping fog. And it seemed - this sea lies in fog ... But soon the sun melted everything with pleasant warmth, the mirage of fog disappeared. There was a huge Uchur and I was in the woods. At about six in the morning I packed my things, put on my shoulders a gun, a backpack and a field bag. He left a note on a piece of paper: “I am going to the barracks of Tomptokan. I also hope that you are there too... In short, I am waiting for you.”
He shouted a little, yelled, and moved his bast shoes in the dewy grass down the Uchura River. I walked slowly, checking the area with a sheet of the tablet, and saw a miracle: traces of the elk lie everywhere, but after all, there is not a half-bullet to the gun, there is only a fraction and then - zero. I walk along the shore, climb over the gigantic trunks of fallen larches, but the barracks are still not visible. Suddenly, the eye falls on the imprint of someone's clawed wide paw, this is a bear's footprint. And there are a lot of wolf tracks everywhere. And the nights here are quiet... After a sleepless night, when every minute you feel the presence of wild animals nearby (they are curious, they wonder who came to them in the taiga and why. Some wolves are here, like uncut dogs ... Finally, I made my way to the barracks. They are within easy reach, but a deep channel blocked the way. I had to look for a ford and take off my pants, I crossed. As soon as I threw off my things near the bathhouse, two points appeared in the distance, Gadzhi and Gennady. I hurried to meet them, but as soon as Gennady and Gadzhi reached the channel, Gadzhi began to scold me:
- And where did you disappear to? Why didn't you wait for us?
- What are you, I justified myself, - you disappeared somewhere. I walked myself walked, and then look, but you can’t be seen ....
I helped them cross the channel, because I already knew where the ford was. Gadzhi, meanwhile, dryly and officially continued to scold me:
- What if you got lost? (I would have been lost, ha-ha-ha!) ... So, student, keep in mind that henceforth do not break away, wait! And if this happens again, then you will have to be removed from the internship, inform the institute.
- Yes, okay, Gadzhi, I understand ... I'll fix it, I won't do it again, - I answered conciliatoryly and soothingly.
“Did you hear how the wolves howled at night?” I asked them. No, they did not hear the wolf's howl, and they did not hear my shot either, but they saw wolf tracks on the river, those that I at first mistook for dogs. Haji did not terrorize me for a long time, especially since he was possessed by a thirst for activity. He began to look for something between the barracks. It turned out that in the bushes there was a disguised barrel of gasoline, covered with a tarpaulin. The top cover was cut off, and there were some bags, canned food and some other things in it.
- Wow, treasure!, I was delighted.
- This is not a treasure, - Gadzhi objected, - it was I who asked the helicopter pilots to drop supplies for us, so that we would have less to drag here through the Sayan ...
Well, everything turned out to be so prosaic, but I thought that we had found a treasure ...
We had breakfast. The sun rose and immediately began to fry. I arranged myself a comfortable couch and fell asleep under the sun. I woke up covered in sweat, like a mouse. I got out of the liner, sunbathed a little and went to brush my teeth on the river. Approaching the shore, he scared off something large from the coastal grass. Fish! Gadzhi and Gennady are nowhere to be seen .... I made a fishing rod, hung a gun on my shoulder and went downstream to fish. But the fish impudently stood in espaliers along the shore and refused to peck. These are such huge pikes almost a meter long! As the song sang: “Forty spotted pikes alone were caught!” However, apparently it was not my destiny to catch them, it didn’t work out for me with them mutual love... Gena appeared with wet hair, bathed. The sun is burning unbearably. Gena said that fish here can only be caught with a net, Gadzhi told him this. Then I threw the fishing rod and went to hunt hazel grouse. I whistle into the whistle, and the hazel grouse whistles to me in response, only farther and farther away, like Gadzhi and Gena yesterday ... I threw the gun, undressed, and into the water. Look, Gadzhi is coming. We swam with him in Uchur, bought. And the water here is warmer and the current is not as blowing away as in the Mae River, when we swam in Nelkan. We returned after swimming to the barracks, ate mushroom soup. Then I examined the barracks. It was a stationary camp abandoned by geologists 20 years ago, or maybe even under Stalin. Someone once built them, all these houses... All the dwellings looked mysterious, they probably kept some secrets in themselves. When you cross the threshold of an abandoned dwelling, you always feel an encounter with something unusual... There were no stoves anywhere, someone removed them. There was a cellar in one of the houses, but it was flooded with water. What if there is a treasure, gold nuggets at the bottom?! The windows were smashed almost everywhere. Everywhere there is some kind of rubbish, a heap of some boards, in one of the houses there are two makeshift chairs, collapsed, bent. We chose former warehouses that stood by the river for housing, they are best preserved. We waited until the heat subsided, and went to cut wood on a raft. And they chose pines for felling, tall, slender. They are called ships, so the raft from them will turn out quite normal. Gadzhi offered to break the hut from the camp, but I objected: - Why build a raft out of rot, it will still sink!
So we felled some pines, cut off the branches and dragged the logs to the river. Tired, and the muscles were swollen and sore. Here's how to build muscle! In the evening, we cooked borscht from "Amateur Salad" and stew. Tasty! I called this borscht "Uchurnik", the name immediately stuck. In general, we don't have enough food. Just for five days. Gadzhi calculated it this way... But I'm not worried, for me the field geological season is a kind of therapeutic and prophylactic rest. The most important thing is that I do not smoke and no one will tempt me into this unworthy occupation. Volkov only smokes among the three of us, but he has also run out of smoke. Until 23:00 sat talking around the fire. Hang up. They lay down on the floor of the warehouse, spreading a tarpaulin and hiding behind a tent.
07/22/78. The morning began with Gadzhi getting in touch: “Academicians! I am Academician-2! As you hear, welcome! Ours is fine. Did a load. The roof was a little leaky in the warehouse, and at night the tent was flooded a little and I had one boot with a footcloth. And Gadzhi was swollen in the morning for some reason. He advised him to stand on his head. For company with him stood on his head. Volkov meanwhile fiddled with the fire. We had breakfast and continued to work on the raft. The logs were thrown into the water, they are very heavy, so the raft had to be assembled right in the water.
They laid three thick logs with a diameter of 30-40 centimeters, two of them were shorter than three meters, and on top they made a flooring of thin logs 15-20 centimeters in diameter and 6 meters long. They fastened the structure with iron splinters (20-30 centimeters), which I found in the barracks, long nails (which were in a barrel) and wire, iron and aluminum. A barrel was placed in the middle so that food and things remained dry in it. A rudder fork was fixed at the stern. With great effort, the raft was pulled into the water, but he still ran aground near the shore. Big ship - big voyage! It is a pity that there is no bottle of champagne to drink and smash it against the side ... Gennady tied the rope and immediately turned into a pronounced character in E. Repin's painting "Barge Haulers on the Volga". Gadzhi in the swamps pushed the raft from behind, and I stood on the raft, swinging the pole. The beauty! The main thing is that the raft does not sink (until it sinks). Gadzhi also climbed onto the raft, Gennady pulled the rope on the shore. Gadzhi and I, resting against the poles, drove the raft against the current from the “shipyard” to our parking lot, that is, to the warehouse. It was something like 400 meters. We moored our ship, tied it with a rope and started dinner. While waiting for dinner, I put on patronage. He took a gun and went hunting. The canal near the camp beckoned under the shade with its coolness and mystery. Along the channel, a convenient path was hidden in thickets of tall trees. I walked about 300 meters and suddenly saw a hazel grouse, which, at my appearance, took off almost from under my feet and sat on a tree branch. I frantically pulled the gun from my shoulder and fired. The hazel grouse fell to the ground like a stone, but immediately took off and was like that. Weird!
I continue down the path. A duck swims along the stream. I took aim again, and she - once, dived into the water. Yeah, it means dive duck. I took aim and waited for it to emerge, but the duck sank into the water! Perhaps she hid in the shore grass. On the marshy isthmus I crossed the channel. There is no game anywhere, hiding. He crossed back to his side of the river. Then suddenly: - Fr-fr-r! Grouse. I took aim, and he again: - Fr-fr-r! And flew away, you bastard. Upon returning to the camp, I was caught in the pouring rain, soaked to the last thread. Hunting is worse than captivity! But I was rewarded with an amazing sight: I suddenly discovered that the clouds carried by Zephyr were painted with a bloody dawn. The whole sky in flashes of fire looked through the mighty trunks, as in the picture that I liked as a child ("Made in Japan"). Indescribable! What a pity that I did not take color films for slides with me. Came back, squeezed out, dried. He ate soup and soon fell asleep. That evening we argued to the point of wheezing: what is the dawn, what is the sunset, what is the dawn, and what is the difference between these words. And so, without coming to an agreement and a decision, any of us remained right. How right I was that dawns in the morning, and dawn - sunsets, and Gadzhi is right, confident that dawns and dawn are one and the same, and in the morning they only come, and in the evening there is only sunset ...
23d of July, Sunday. I got up very early in the morning, half past five just leaked out of the reservoir of time. But the dream is gone and it's cold - fog is streaming from the river. I took a gun and moved into the taiga, to the same treacherous channel, where there is not a damn thing to loot, but you get soaked to the skin every time. This time I went there, never seeing game. But returning, he saw a swimming dive, and hid, letting him get closer. But he smelled, scoundrel, probably the cold of the fear of death, and soared into the transparent environment, which we will breathe. And having flown away from the gun, it swung with a float on the water surface. But here, rustling its wing, another flies here. The dive is not a fish - it's a bird, and this one also sits next to it, and you can only see it poorly behind a large bush. I creep up to him like a cat on the sly, but he hears and flies deep into the canal, from where I was not destined to get him. Again, all wet and cold, like tsutsyk, returning home with an empty game bag. We had breakfast with what was left of dinner. They collected things, threw them on a raft, or rather in a barrel. And sitting by the fire, they also saw a duck swimming along the shore. He swims, swims, swims, dives, and at this time I run to the gun. A minute, a shot rang out, the shot flew up to the target, and the game lies lifeless in the waves. In an instant, I undressed and rushed into the water, swam a little (30 meters) and the game was in my hands. More precisely in the teeth, and I, like a dog, swim with her to the shore. Here's my trophy! But in general, I suddenly felt sorry for the lifeless bird that I had killed, swaying on the waves ... But here is the departure. Farewell, farewell, Tomptokan barracks! We set off, decided to immediately cross the river with the aim of practicing a little in managing the raft, and cut down a birch on the neighboring shore, make oars. And so, pushing only with poles, we did not dare to reach the shore, because the stretch and stranded all around. So we decided to swim further for the time being, pushing our poles off the bottom. There was almost no current here, so we pushed off endlessly to give movement to the raft. Gradually, the river began to narrow, the current finally picked up the raft and we put the poles aside, blissfully looking around at the wonderful views of the river landscape. But we didn't have to rest long. There was a rapids ahead, and we were carried straight to the stones! Trrr! Run aground! They jumped from the raft and dragged the raft to the left bank, where the main fairway was located. There was almost no! Henceforth, we decided to carefully monitor the situation ahead, so as not to run aground or run into stones. Then our voyage will come to an end. The taiga along the river is like a blank wall, and the sky is full of sheep clouds, and everything is reflected in a huge mirror on a flat surface, and silence is all around! Peace ... and so we sailed 20 kilometers, and having rounded the agro-sized island, moored to the spit, barely slowing down, because it was very strong current. We set up our tent here on the terrace, about two meters. Mountains nearby. I took up the addition of a fire, as it turned out, I am a cook today. We cooked a bird - tsimus! Overeat! But still it is a pity that there is not a crumb of bread. We drank tea, I'm on the side. Woke up and cook again - delicious soup, ate to the bone. We were tired during the day on this river, poles resting endlessly. They didn't just float, enjoying the view, as the raftsmen plowed along the river. Gadzhi got in touch, of course. Nobody hears us, but we hear that everything is OK with ours. Tomorrow we have to make a route here. The weather is good, but it will be cold at night, because the river is 9 meters from the tent, and cold fog is coming from the river. But there are also advantages: you can shoot at ducks without leaving the tent. I sleep in the center, the gun at my side. Although, on the other hand, when a shot is fired, my friends, Gena and Gadzhi, can rush out of fear in different directions, and the tent will crack in half. But it's time for bed, it's getting late. Falling asleep, I heard ducks quacking...
Dreams begin to dream here immediately, as soon as you close your eyes and a pleasant languor spreads over tired muscles. Before going to bed, you dress warmly, wrap dirty but warm footcloths around your feet, and climb into the cover of the sleeping bag and into the liner. Nothing, it won't get dirty - on the first night at Uchur I climbed into it without taking off my boots. And then you find a hole for your nose so as not to suffocate, and you immediately find yourself in the realm of Morpheus, and all sorts of confusion is dreamed of, such that it is not said in a fairy tale, not written with a pen. For some reason, every time I dream of some girls and women, whose faces seem familiar ... And if suddenly a man had a dream, then it’s certainly an enemy and it always comes to a fight, but I’m usually invulnerable ... although it’s hard to get them ... And what I dreamed about that night, alas, I can’t remember.
07/24/78. No light woke up, no dawn from the cold penetrating to the bones, disgusting and inevitable. Spinning, spinning, but no longer fall asleep, the cold gave vivacity, And the men are sleeping, at least that! I got out of the tent, everything around was in a dense fog, like in milk. Warmed up a bit, but still cold. Brrr! I took my gun and went downstream. Ducks did not meet, but warmed up. Then I thought: you are going to hunt, determine which way the wind blows. Must be remembered for the future. I kindled a fire, Gadzhi got out, put food to warm up. We had breakfast with a spicy dish "Uchurnik". Gadzhi sharpened his skis and disappeared into the fog, went on the route, leaving me without a binding. I'm a student, and I don't have a sextant. He began to write like this in a picketage: “Route No. 4 passes on the left side of the Uchur River. The beginning is in the bend of the river between the heights of 550.5 m and 723.4 m. Opposite the starting point of the route, azimuth 210 degrees, there is an island, or rather its middle. What island? Of course, Treasure Island!
And Gennady and I went along the azimuth of 210 degrees, taking into account the western declination of 12 degrees 49 minutes. We climbed up the hill, right on the sandstones and siltstones of the Proterozoic. But suddenly, bam! Intrusive rocks climbed. I immediately christened them diorite porphyrites, although later it turned out that they were gabbro-diabases. The slope is steep, at 45 degrees, the heat! We climbed up, walked a little. Here: - Fr-fr-fr-rr! Bird! Grouse!
I made a gun, I wave to Gene: Quiet! Do not be noisy! And Gennady rushes like an embrasure, puffs and crackles through the forest, like from a company of bears. I was ready to shoot him myself. Forcefully calmed down. Gena hid behind a tree, and I took aim, smoothly pulled the trigger. Bach! Misfire! Damn it, that prey will fly away! He cocked the trigger again on the goddamn hammerless. I press down with all my might. Teak! No shot! Gena gives signs from behind a tree: when to get out? I have already reloaded fifteen times, feverishly mixed all the cartridges, I aim now to the right, then to the left, I am baptized and swear at my mother’s soul to God - and everything is a misfire! And my hazel grouse walks along the branch like a fashion model, walks like a gogol, probably believing that I am a amateur photographer here and came here exclusively for a rare photo frame with a photo gun. Once again I carefully study the weapon. Well, rusty, so what!
Just in case, he tapped the ejector with a geological hammer, tapped the whole gun ...
Yep, found it! The hook, which is pressed before inserting the cartridge, is a little stuck. Aimed again, bang! I run to the prey. There is! Gennady put a bird in his backpack, let's move on. And the heat is like in a blast furnace! We crawled through swamps, thickets and the suffocating smell of wild rosemary, reached the point, the last point of the route. Back I took another azimuth to the tent, began the descent. Along the way I shot another hazel grouse. On the route, I cut intrusive bodies of gabbro-diabases, probably this is a big interesting find that will enrich Russian science.
In the evening they cooked and ate my trophies, bought them in the river. We packed our things, rolled up the tent, and at 18:00 we weighed anchor. It's not too hot, thank you! We are in orange life jackets. A tent is whitening ahead, Peter lives there as a hermit. By the way, he went ashore, shielding his eyes from the sun with his palm, looking at our ark. Believing that we can easily swim past, he jumps into the boat, the engine roared and now he is already near the raft. He looks at us with dazed eyes. It can be seen that he is wild, he has not seen people for a long time. He says to me: - I saw you somewhere! In Nelkan last year?
Me: - Well, yes, in Nelkan.
Examines Gennady: -I see this guy for the first time....
Shakes hands with us, then looks at our boss: - Yes, it's Gadzhi!
Immediately he hooks our raft to the tugboat and drags it against the current to its shore. However, the current is stronger than the Whirlwind motor, and the weight of our floating craft is more than one and a half tons. But still we moor to the shore and go to Peter. Among the trunks and branches, a storage shed is visible, set high, several tents, an awning. It seems that here is a camp where several people live, but the impression is deceptive - only Peter lives here as a hermit. He is a fisherman, a hunter, he is a free forest man. Like a goblin or a pirate ... Judging by his hospitality, he really lacks human communication. He treats us with moonshine, dried meat and fish. His reserves of sugar, flour, condensed milk, stew, biscuits and other tasty things are much richer than in our entire Okhotsk-May party. Several rifles and a carbine hung in the tent. It is unlikely that Peter had permission for all these weapons ...
Interestingly, at the end of the seventeenth century, a terrible earthquake in the Caribbean Sea and a giant tsunami wave almost completely destroyed Port Royal, the capital of pirate Jamaica. Port Royal at that bloody time was a haven for the most notorious villains, terrible pirates. Peter is essentially the same pirate. He is engaged in poaching here, beats the beast, and then exchanges for meat and furs from helicopter pilots all sorts of goods, including weapons, cartridges, food. In his little Port Royal, too, there must be frequent orgies, when helicopter pilots land on the river spit for exchange. In Port Royal, the robbery that took place at sea continued in the city. For any product, rogue merchants fought big money, behind their backs were their local bandits. Drunkenness and debauchery in Port Royal discouraged even the most notorious pirates who came into the harbor to rest and get drunk.
I am beginning to remember that last year we, students, lived in Nelkan on the basis of the party in the Bichevo tent, where I almost got into a fight with this same Peter. He is a very absurd and cocky little man, but my nerves are not iron. Here again, a few minutes later, Peter and I almost got into a fight. He has no less alcohol than Caribbean pirates, the moonshine flowed like a river, and then he started talking about the fact that Tolka Dorogovtsev's dog Chapa had a whelp, and he promised him a couple of puppies. So I added to the topic that the Dorogovtsevs in Nelkan also had a cat: - You can also take kittens!
And Peter already soared in an instant, it is not clear why. It seems like I offended him with something, just caused a mortal insult. Does not respond to exhortations, rages, swears. Seen drunk, delirium tremens ... Pirate, what to take from him. I still didn’t have enough to start a fight with him, otherwise he would come out sideways again, as last year, when a paper came to the faculty from the police in Nikolaevsk-on-Amur, and I was almost expelled from the institute along with Tarzan and Renat. The main thing is that I have nothing to share with him ... I went out to the shore, it became disgusting in my soul. Ruined the bastard all the mood. I didn’t talk to him anymore, and I didn’t drink moonshine anymore. I sat quietly, did not enter into a conversation with him again until they set sail. We had to spend the night here, in his tent. I am with Gadzhi on the bunk, and Peter is in an embrace with Gena on the floor. They got drunk like shoemakers. And I had a headache.
07/26/78. I woke up as soon as dawn dawned. Washed up and reloaded. Gadzhi came up behind me.
We ate with him and went on the route. Through the swamps we came to a hill. At first, the whole pack of dogs followed us, naively believing that we were going hunting, but then they smelled the trail of a bear and rushed off somewhere. Only the Boy remained with us. We nailed a bag of stones in the route. To do this, Gadzhi went down like a climber from a cliff, and I lowered the sample bags on a rope and lifted the full ones up. We returned to the camp at 12:30, having covered 15 kilometers. And our friends sit, drink, occasionally have a snack. We almost got lost: Gadzhi, like Susanin, led us into a swampy swamp, it’s good that the Boy led us to Peter’s camp. We packed our things and began to persuade Peter to take us to the other side of the river. And he did not want to part with people, especially with Gennady. Where else would he find such a reliable drinking buddy? But what to do, Peter nevertheless went with us to the river, asked me to convey greetings to Renat and Tarzan. We got into the boat, the engine roared, we began to cross the river. The current was strong in this place, and the water had clearly increased in the upper reaches after the rains, so the boat was strongly demolished. And already when we were almost at the opposite shore, Peter suddenly felt like smoking, but, as it turned out, he had run out of cigarettes. With the words: - Without smoking, I'm like a fool! - He turned the boat around and sent it back to its shore. The boat again stuck its nose into the shore, he went for cigarettes. They pushed off from the shore, he began to start the engine, tore off the key on the screw, because his long tongue, chatter, prevented him from starting the engine, which caused the boat to run aground. Gadzhi managed to hammer the key, and finally set off, swam to the mouth of Yuyut-Siebit. We said goodbye to Peter, shook his hand. He didn’t want to let us go for a long time, he kept saying something, saying .... but I didn’t listen anymore, I enjoyed the air of freedom! Being a guest is good, but being at home is better! Even if the house is a tent in a swampy valley with stunted vegetation... Peter nevertheless spoke out and set off, and we cheerfully walked to our camp, upstream the stream. Gennady, however, lagged behind all the time, it was difficult for him to go after a hard fight with the Green Serpent, in which the Serpent clearly won. He told Gadzhi and me: -Where to hurry? ... And you leave me here, I'll get there in the morning ...
Well, what are you going to do here? We went with Gadzhi, and Gena hobbled to himself a little bit, smoking cigarettes, presented to him by Peter. He was still bawling drunk: -Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, drink and the Devil will bring you to the end! The dead don't bite!
Some 9 kilometers, and we came to our camp. On the way, Gadzhi shot at the moose, but missed. We were met by Volodya and Valera. To the question: - Where is Gennady ?,
I answered: - Washed away!, - and picked my teeth with my finger. Today Gadzhi and I walked a total of 25 kilometers, we were tired. Have a bite. Soon I was already sleeping in a warm wadded sleeping bag and had wonderful dreams. Gennady came to the camp only late in the evening.
Read more about that practice here:
"1978. Undergraduate practice" -
Rafting on the Angara River is perhaps one of the most wonderful types of active family recreation for children in our Krasnoyarsk Territory. My father took the kids on such trips for forty years. How many times did he have friction with his superiors at work, because for all forty years his father took a vacation only in July .... But everything ended happily, and trips resumed.
How it was
Why, while living on the Yenisei, did the father take the children so far, to the Angara? The fact is that the water in the Yenisei is icy, and swimming in this river, if you are not a walrus, is very risky even on the hottest days. The banks of the Yenisei are rocky, and the river itself is deep, powerful, more suitable for fishing than for water recreation.
The Angara is a wide river, closer to the mouth it is always warm. There are many sandy islands in the area where the Taseeva River flows into the Angara. They change their position almost every year, being washed away by ice and washed over again by spring water. Usually they are sandy or overgrown only with willow.
The father recruited a team of children from ten to twelve years old, who were close in their interests. He tried to take no more than fifteen children with him, otherwise it was very difficult to cope with them, especially on the road.
In the seventies, they rafted on wooden rafts, then switched to more comfortable and practical PSN (PSN - an inflatable life raft, sometimes for six and ten people), which are now sold in almost every tourist shop.
The journey began with the fact that the group got by bus to the village, which is located opposite the mouth of the Angara River, and then on a scheduled meteor, along the Angara, to the village of Motygino. There, right at the pier, they pumped up rafts with the children and sailed downstream. Somewhere in the late afternoon, rafts landed on the selected island, and tourists set up camp. This first day, in fact, was the hardest of the whole trip.
Then a week of rest on the island, where various events were held every day:
- initiation into "waterfowl tourists";
- bathing day;
- fishing day;
- athlete's day - beach volleyball on wide sandbanks, a very interesting activity;
- sweet tooth day - who will be able to cook condensed milk in a jar so that it is tasty? This is for older children, otherwise an exploding can can burn, although this has never happened in forty years;
- day of farewell to the island.
The participants of the campaigns did not take with them either a radio or a tape recorder, but they always had a guitar with them, and every evening they all sang bard songs around the fire. Those children who once went rafting with their father have long since become adults. But when they meet their father, they always remember those evening bonfires with songs on the rafts...
What is the difference between the beach resorts of the world from each other? Almost nothing - everywhere the same umbrellas, couches, sand and water ...
And what is the difference between our trips and holidays in the south? Mainly virgin wildlife around - more than once a bear came ashore and roared, more than once we saw a pack of wolves. At the same time, the island is completely safe, as it is located far from the coast, and the width of the Angara near the mouth of the Taseeva River reaches almost eight kilometers. It is clear that such adventures delight children: "A real wild bear!" And then all night long conversations: "What if he swims to our island!" - "And I then with a stick - so, so! He will run away." It is unlikely that any zoo will give at least a drop of such children's enthusiasm as the feeling that there, on the shore, real bears walk!
And fishing! On the islands you can not engage in serious fishing, but for children - expanse. You can catch fir-trees, okushkas, brushes with a bait, the fish pecks without ceasing, even on an empty hook. It is simply impossible to tear the boys away from this occupation. By the way, the girls never refused such fishing.
Another advantage of resting on the Angara is that there are very few people around. True, in last years more and more families and organized groups of tourists are rafting in the described way, but there are still enough islands for everyone, so that each family owns an autonomous piece of land.
Sleep in tents, in sleeping bags, warmly. Mosquitoes and midges, which are so pestering in the taiga, are completely absent on the sandy, wind-blown islands. Therefore, sunbathing and swimming there is a real pleasure.
Perhaps the only drawback of these alloys is the Siberian weather. There is only one month of the year, July, when there is almost no rain. But if it rains, and with the wind, then a real storm rises on the Angara. He does not pose a danger, the main thing is not to raft down the river at this moment.
In such weather, we sat in tents and told pirate stories - the kids squealed with delight! This is a real adventure of sea corsairs! It's good that it usually rains for a day or two, and then again the sun and the beautiful Siberian sky, which is not found in any country in the world - raise your hand, and here it is in your palms, blue and boundless!
The most interesting game, in which the children played - of course, "Indians". Everyone came up with a name for themselves, like "Wild Deer", " morning dawn"Etc. The kids covered themselves with willow branches, made various Indian decorations out of them. They fought Indian battles and played Indian hide and seek ... Do you think you can’t hide on a sandy island? How else can you! Sometimes for two hours with the whole camp they were looking for some talented Indian spy, and they found him hiding in the foliage in the depths of the willow tree, in which twilight reigns even on the sunniest day. Particularly talented people completely buried themselves in the sand, wearing a bathing mask and exposing only a pipe made of Siberian reed for breathing ... Wow, unforgettable!
For all the years of rafting, my father had one problem that could not be solved. Do you think it's something serious? No. The problem was how to save condensed milk. On all trips, different groups children on the island from a box buried under their father's tent, condensed milk evaporated in the most incredible way ... And once even half a bucket of blueberries was gone. Simply, apparently, from generation to generation of small tourists, the tradition of a hunter is passed on - to get yourself a sweet for dinner.
We're going on the road
Here are some tips for those who want to spend their holidays rafting on the rivers of Siberia.
What should you take with you first? Just don't be scared: a man with a gun.
Still, you are not going to the Bahamas to rest, but to the real taiga. There are bears, wolves, and - most importantly - people are found ... The presence of a "man with a gun", who, preferably, has experience visiting the taiga and Siberian expanses, is the most important thing in the rest of savage tourists. And if your guide has experience in group travel, you will not only get rid of unexpected guests, but, as usual with real taiga dwellers, the camp's household equipment will be at the highest level.
The second thing you will have to take with you is the alloy tool. If you are three, four, or even five with children, then a large rubber boat is also suitable. The main thing is to check it first for buoyancy in the nearest body of water. The boat should not let you down even in the most difficult moment of your life, when you will swim through the shiver, and insidious sharp stones will swim up to your boat and try to pierce it from all sides.
Don't forget to take a boat repair kit with you: rubber glue - "glue No. 88" is better, a supply of rubber, a piece of sandpaper and a small bottle of gasoline for stripping rubber. You should also take instant glue with you - it can help you out on the go if one of your passengers mechanically sticks a knife into the side. To reach the shore, instant glue is enough.
If you have the opportunity to raft on PSN, then this is the best option. Not only can it withstand a storm of seven points, moreover, it is actually unsinkable. Once, right in the middle of the river, the bottom of our raft came off. Father, holding his backpacks sinking to the bottom with his feet, calmly swam to the shore, and only there we learned that all our blankets had to be dried by the fire until morning.
PSN-6 is the most convenient and not so heavy means of rafting on the river for a group of one to seven people. Somehow, 12 passengers had to float on such a raft, and nothing ...
Come on, bite!
Mosquitoes! Until you reach the sandbars and wondrous islands, these amazing creatures will drink your blood, no matter what precautions you take.
Remember - not a single ointment from these kamikaze vampires helps! Then why pay more? You can buy any mosquito ointment - you still have to put up with their bites.
The advice from an experienced taiga resident is this - let them bite you and endure it. Usually, on the second day, the body gets used to it, and mosquitoes only circle around you, sit on your skin, but do not bite. If you turned out to be the only one and you are bitten for a day, the second, the third - then smear yourself with tar mixed with triple cologne - however, this is not very useful for the skin, but it scares away all bloodsuckers, up to vampires.
The second is to smoke around the fire. You just need to stand in the smoke, so that your clothes are saturated with smoke. Helps, and even very much. In addition, do not wear a lot of clothes - the smell of sweat is very attractive to various bloodsuckers. It happened so often with us - we go undressed to the waist and they don’t bite us, and next to people in camouflage and next to them there is a whole swarm of mosquitoes, cobwebs, horseflies, mosquitoes and midges ...
However, modern industry has found a means of combating these insects in tents. Already, perhaps, for a dozen years, we have been able to sleep peacefully and happily at night in a tent, thanks to spirals. It is done like this - light the spiral in the tent, closing the tent completely. After about twenty minutes, open the tent, put out the spiral and ventilate. The smell still lingers and the mosquitoes don't fly in. Then you calmly go to bed in a ventilated tent, carefully clogging it. Goodnight...
Just remember that cobwebs, gadflies and other heavy insects are not taken at all, but the fact that they fly only during the day and in very hot weather saves. And they are not found on the islands at all.
Settling in for the night
Which is better - a sleeping bag or a blanket? There are people who are accustomed to sleeping bags, and there are those who do not fit into this "Procrustean bed". Therefore, if you take ordinary blankets with you, then this is in many ways even better. Part of the blankets spreads under the bottom of the tent, and with the other half you hide yourself and sleep, as if at home on a featherbed.
Just do not take wadded blankets! They will still be saturated with moisture, and one day you will not be able to tear them off even from the floor ... Only strong men can do such weights. All these synthetic padding blankets and sleeping bags are also not sugar. Be sure to burn them by the fire, believe me. Therefore, camel blankets, beloved since childhood, are the best when traveling.
If you have a synthetic Chinese tent, it is better to immediately throw it into the fire, it will still burn out from an accidental spark. There is nothing better than Russian canvas armor-piercing cocked hats. They will contain everything - mosquitoes, and the fall of air-to-ground missiles, and the spray of fire from the fire!
Camping diet
Food is serious business! First, bring a 5 liter bowler hat and a tripod - these are sold in any tourist shops. I do not like aluminum cookware, but it is good for a trip - it is light and does not take up much space.
- Bread can be bought in the villages on the Angara - just remember that from Friday to Monday it simply may not be in stores ... There are their own bakeries and they cook only for their own.
- Horns, noodles, pasta - the universal product of the "wild" traveler. But remember that without condensed milk, or stew - it's inedible!
- It is not recommended to take everything that is located in glass jars. You have to carry it on yourself ... And it also beats at the most inopportune moment.
- Taking sweets with you means eating sweet porridge with paper.
- A complete ban will have to be imposed on alcohol - the taiga does not forgive the loss of vigilance.
- In the end - noodles, stew and all .... But you won't notice it there. And of course, some potatoes, lavrushka, a bit of black pepper and 100 grams - you yourself know for which dish!
Fishing! Be sure to take tackle with you, but the Angara is a fast river, and therefore even fishing rods are like snacks there. A large sinker, a fishing line with a hook or two strung on it .... Throws like a snack, and believe that the catch will make you very happy! If you know how to fish for spinning, then you can’t do without a huge pike. Or maybe the king of taste, taimen will get caught!
Once, a very long time ago, while fishing, they asked me: "What is the most delicious fish?" Of course, I answered: "Black caviar. Oh! Black! Caviar!" They told me: "Have you ever fished? Have you ever tried taimen liver in your ear?" And I tried... And even if foreigners pay a lot of money for black caviar, we know what is the most delicious in the world! Have you ever eaten salted tungun? Obviously, don't eat...
How to get there
How to get to the islands, only the most experienced and oldest taiga knows. And someone who can read maps.
In the morning we leave by bus from Krasnoyarsk to the village of Shirokiy-Log. We go out there, and immediately to the shore. We are waiting for a regular meteor, or a rocket, or what else goes there? But it goes every day - this is social transport, and therefore it always happens. The cost is average. Times are changing very quickly, so it makes no sense to write a price.
We sail to the village of Motygino - it's only two hours. There, getting off the ship, it is best to immediately move away from the village, get on the boat, and go. Another two hours of the best water travel in the world, and on the left you see the islands. In order to moor to them, it is better to immediately sail to the left along the channel behind the buoys, otherwise it will blow ten kilometers below, and you will never get to the islands ...
And here you are in paradise for a week. We promise that for the next forty years you will always have a vacation only in July!
Control dictations
On the topic "Particle"
Dictation #1
Summer evening
Quiet and affectionate warm summer evening. No tiresome heat, no stuffiness in the calm air. Twilight had not yet descended to earth, and in the sky, one after another, pale stars imperceptibly appeared, which had not yet had time to flare up. The subdued breeze occasionally rustles above the ground, blows in the face with an unexpected coolness. Then an indistinct rustle rises in the leaves of the trees. About something unknown they will whisper among themselves, not paying attention to the lone traveler. Whatever you look at, whatever you stop it at, everything joyfully meets the evening coolness. Twilight is getting thicker, more noticeable. In the dark sky, more and more dim stars continuously flash. Far and incomprehensible, they quietly froze in an immense height and, it seems, look with bewilderment at the restless life on earth.
What a lovely evening this is! Nothing disturbs his peace. It is impossible not to admire this wonderful picture of nature.
Dictation #2
No matter how hard you listen, you will not hear a single extraneous sound. The seagulls do not cry, nor the steamers passing by break the silence. Even the wind that had swayed the trees all day had died down. Only the sound of the surf, not ceasing for a minute. A smooth surface spreads to the right and left, and there is no end or edge to it. Waves, overtaking one another, rapidly roll onto the shore and just as quickly run away.
It is impossible not to admire this majestic panorama. A saffron crescent peeped out from behind the clouds and illuminated the sea surface. The light of silver stars ignites millions of flashing and immediately dying sparks. How beautiful all around, how mysterious! It is this mystery that attracts and fascinates.
More than once I thought about what is the charm of the sea, and could not find an answer. Whoever does not write about the sea, does not sing about it! more than one artist took up the brush to convey the uniqueness of the sea element. Many poets and composers have tried to comprehend the secrets of the sea, but not one genius has penetrated them to the end. Is there anything in the world more majestic and beautiful than this moving, breathing, sparkling bulk?!
Dictation #3
At the beginning of the summer, I spent several days in solitude, undisturbed by anyone and nothing. Due to the flooding of the river, I had to postpone my departure.
The old house was surrounded by a huge neglected garden. For many hours I watched the blossoming trees, the growing flowers. What only colors, sounds, smells were not around!
Wherever you look, acacia is fragrant everywhere, honeysuckle bushes delight the eye. It is impossible not to admire the delicate daffodils, it is impossible not to admire the fluttering chocolate butterflies and dragonflies with lavender wings. Bird trills never stop for a minute, grasshoppers and cicadas also chirp, attracting attention. The trees rush up, stretching towards the sun, which gives warmth. No matter how you look, you will not see a cloud or a cloud in the bright blue sky.
Where did fate take me? But no matter where I was, no matter what beauties I admired, the charm of that unforgettable summer has not been erased from my memory until now.
(133 words)
Dictation #4
Despite the fact that the sun was hot during the day, somehow it immediately became fresh and windy. Hills and hills, blown by the wind, take on a lavender hue. The bluish-scarlet sunset, dying out somehow reluctantly, is cold and dim. There are no purples or oranges. No matter how you look, you will not see anything catchy, pleasing to the eye.
The piercing wind, which did not subside for the whole evening for a minute, did not leave a single passenger on the deck. More than once I left the cabin, but did not dare to go aboard.
Where I just have not been, what seas I have not sailed! But at this late hour it was impossible not to shudder, looking at the dark blue ice water without end or end.
Twilight, thickening more and more, absorbs the last colors. with a cloudy-pale moon that floats in the clouds, cold as yesterday.
| Parameter name | Meaning |
| Article subject: | Lesson 151 |
| Rubric (thematic category) | House |
Subject. Repetition on the topic ʼʼParticleʼʼ. Repetition test
Lesson 150
Objectives: to summarize knowledge on the topic ʼʼParticleʼʼ; develop spelling and punctuation skills, linguistic parsing skills.
Methodical methods: vocabulary dictation, sentence analysis, test, exercise.
Course of lessons
I. Checking homework
Exercise 406: mutual check.
At this time, one of the students performs a syntactic analysis of the sentence at the blackboard.
P. Complicated vocabulary dictation
Make up phrases with the words: Caricature, unattainable, preliminary, satire, diligently, champion.
III. Offer analysis
Task: open brackets, insert missing letters and punctuation marks, determine the category and meaning of particles.
The ancient ... culture is so (same) separated in time from today's ... man as the stars are far from us.
Pr... listening... saliksovetuastrol... gapoka(not, not) zan... mate... sya delamira(s, ss) chita(n, nn) for a long p... prospect?
How could I fall asleep in an empty gloomy ... house, listening to the howling of the wind and the creaking ... chirping ... steps of a decrepit ... forest?
If (would) (not) you, I (n...) for (what) (would) (not) cope!
Comment.
Ancient culture is as distant in time from today's man as the stars are from us.
Should I heed the advice of an astrologer not to engage in long-term business for the time being?
How could I fall asleep in an empty gloomy house, listening to the howling of the wind and the creaking steps of the dilapidated stairs?
If it wasn't for you, I would never have made it!
1st sentence: the semantic amplifying particle is the same.
2nd sentence: the semantic interrogative particle is, the semantic negative particle is not.
3rd sentence: the semantic interrogative particle is.
4th sentence: formative particles by, forming the form of the conditional mood of the verb; particles not, giving a negative meaning to the pronoun and the verb-predicate; particle nor, reinforcing negation.
The teacher offers to perform a verification test (see Appendix 4).
Test Keys:
Option 1: 1) a, d; 2) c, d; 3) b, c; 4) a, b; 5) a, d; 6) b, ᴦ.
Option 2: 1) a, b, c; 2) a, b; 3) b, d; 4) b; 5) a, d; 6) in, ᴦ.
V. Exercise
Exercises 408, 412: independent work.
1. Exercise 411: writing.
2. Preparation for the dictation.
Subject. Control dictation with a grammar task and its analysis.
Purpose: to test students' knowledge on the topic ʼʼParticleʼʼ, spelling and punctuation skills, linguistic parsing skills.
Methodical techniques: dictation, grammar tasks, error analysis.
Course of lessons
I. Dictation
Note: write the name of the hero on the board; do not count as an error if another punctuation mark is used instead of a colon in the third sentence.
On a raft along the taiga river
Everything around was silent, even the forest did not make noise, even the river did not rustle on a rift.
The river ran through great, silent, monotonous forests, and from their monotony it seemed that the path would last forever. The next day, light rains were charged, but that was for the best: the river would arrive, and there would be no need to get off the raft into the icy water at every shallow.
On the morning of the third day of sailing, a river flowed to the left, almost the same as the one along which Ostasha sailed.
No rocks, no cliffs - nothing happened. Only high steep mountains, barely visible behind a private spruce forest. Between the mountains - a small flat river, perforated by boulders, like a shabby towel. And over the river and the mountains, small ripples carried flocks of birds. Ostasha threw back his head, looking at the goose shoals from the day of the taiga gorge. The geese flew away from the autumn, as if the traitors had fled from the battlefield...
Ostash heard the murmur of another tributary from behind the turn. The raft crawled over a turn, and Ostasha saw at the mouth of a small river two boats loaded with brown clods of ore.
(158 words) (A. Ivanov)
II. grammar task
1. Perform parsing of sentences:
1st option - first offer,
Option 2 is the last sentence. Note: A comma can be used instead of a dash.
2. Underline the particles, perform a morphological analysis.
1st option - shaping particles,
2nd option - semantic particle.
Comment. In the dictation there are even particles, You can mistakenly take for particles a compound union in the sentence No rocks, no cliffs - nothing was found.
3. Optional task: parse
sentences, identify parts of speech.
And over the river and the mountains, small ripples carried flocks of birds. Note: the basis of the sentence consists of one predicate, expressed by the category of state.
Homework
Exercise 414: in writing.
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