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A cold, non-dangerous day, with a gusty wind and rain mixed with snow, did not welcome the party that was playing outside the gates of the stuffy stage. Katerina Lvovna came out quite cheerfully, but she had just stood in a row when she was all shaved and green. The drum beats, shackled and non-shackled prisoners are dumping into the yard. All crowded together, then aligned in some order and went.

The most dismal picture: a handful of people, cut off from the light and deprived of any shadow of hopes for a better future, are drowning in the cold black mud of a dirt road. Around everything is terribly indifferent: endless dirt, gray sky, de-leafed wet willows and a crumpled crow in their splayed branches. The wind moans, howls and roars. In these hellish, soul-tearing sounds, which complete the entire horror of the picture, the advice of the wife of the biblical Job sounds: "Curse your birthday and die."

The weather was playing out. From the gray clouds that covered the sky, snow began to fall in wet flakes, which, barely touching the ground, melted and increased the dirt that was not coming out. Finally, a dark, lead streak appears; you cannot see it on the other side. This strip is the Volga. A strong wind walks over the Volga and drives back and forth slowly rising wide-bladed dark waves. A party of drenched and chilled prisoners slowly approached the ferry and stopped, waiting for the break. Podoshol all wet, dark pore; kamanda began to place the prisoners. (Ya. S. Leskov.)

There was a short letter train at the Asvaltova pier of the Ryazan railway station in Moscow. There were only six carriages in it: a luggage carriage, where, contrary to usual, there was not luggage, but food supplies were stored on ice, a restaurant car, from which a white chef looked out, and a government salon. The other three carriages were passenger, and on their sofas, covered with severe palosate covers, delegations of shock workers, as well as foreign correspondents, were to be accommodated.

The time of departure was approaching, but the farewell hay did not in any way resemble the departure of an ordinary Azhir train. There were no old women on the platform, no one poked a baby out of the window, so that he cast a last glance at his grandfather, whose dull eyes usually reflect the fear of railway drafts. Of course, no one kissed. A delegation of shock workers was brought to the train station by trade unionists who had not yet had time to work out the question of farewell kisses. Moscow correspondents were seen off by editorial staff, accustomed to shaking hands in such cases. Foreign correspondents, in the number of thirty people, went to the opening of the magistral in full complement, with wives and gramophones, so there was no one to see them off.

The members of the expedition, in accordance with the moment, spoke louder than usual, grabbed their notebooks for no reason and reprimanded those passing by for not going with them on such an interesting journey. The journalist Lavoisian was especially noisy. He was young at heart, but there was a bald spot in his curls like the moon in the jungle. Already now he wanted to send a lightning telegram to his editorial office, only there was nothing. (I. Ilf, E. Petrov.)

1504. I have already mentioned the zornitsa. Most often, zornitsy are in July, when the bread is ripe. Therefore, there is a popular belief that the zornitsy "bury the bread" - they bless it at night - and this makes the bread poured faster. In the Kaluga region, zarnitsi are called "hlebozar".

Next to the zornitsa is the word "dawn" in one poetic row - one of the most beautiful words in the Russian language. This word is never spoken out loud. One cannot even imagine that he could be shouted. Because it is akin to that settled silence of the night when a clear and faint blue will take over the thickets of the village garden. “Razvidnoe”, as they say about this time of day among the people. In this glowing hour, a morning star glows low above the earth itself. The air is as pure as spring water.

At dawn, in dawn, there is something wondrous, chaste. At dawn, the grass is washed with ross, and in the villages it smells of warm fresh milk. And the shepherds' zhaleikas sing in the mists behind the acolytes.

It is getting light quickly. In a warm house there is silence, darkness. But then squares of orange light fall on the briven walls, and the logs are tanned like layered amber. The sun is rising.

Autumn dawns are different - gloomy, slow. The day is reluctant to wake up: you still cannot warm the chilled earth and return the smiling sunlight. Everything disappears, only the person does not give up. Since dawn, the stoves in the huts have already been burning, the smoke dangles over the villages and spreads along the ground. And then, lo and behold, the early rain pounded on the misted windows. (According to K. Paustovsky.)

1505. Bakharev's house stood at the end of Nagornaya Street. It was one floor and faced the street with fifteen windows. Something kind and at the same time cozy was in the physiognomy of this house (oddly enough, but every house has its own physiognomy). Under this wide green roof, behind these low walls painted in wild gray, such a peaceful course of human existence was taking place! Small bright windows, lined with flowers and low silk screens, looked out onto the street with the kindest smile, as well-preserved old people know how to look. Passers-by, hurriedly scurrying along the sidewalks of Nagornaya Street, looked enviously into the windows of the Bakharev house, where everything breathed with complete contentment and quiet family happiness. Probably, very many of these passers-by had the idea that at least a month, a week, even one day to live in this glorious old house and rest in body and soul from everyday squabbles and worries. Massive stone gates led to a wide courtyard strewn with fine yellow sand, as in a circus. The house itself opened onto the courtyard with two neat entrances, between which a wide terrace was arranged, now covered with curly greenery and a marquise with large scallops. This terrace descended with low wide steps into a beautiful flower garden enclosed by a green wooden trellis. At the back of the courtyard there were strong wooden services. Between them and the house stretched living wall acacias and lilacs, a green brush rising from behind a beautiful cast-iron grate with graceful posts. In parallel with the building of the main house, there was a long wooden wing, which housed a kitchen, a coachman's room and a bathhouse. (According to D.N.Mamin-Sibiryak.)

1506. The last echoes of my voice had not yet died away, as I heard ... It is difficult for me to say what exactly, at first I heard a vague, barely perceptible ear, but endlessly repeated explosion of trumpet sounds and applause. It seemed that somewhere terribly far away, in some bottomless depth, an innumerable crowd suddenly stirred - and rose, rose, agitated and echoing, barely audible, as if through a dream, through an overwhelming dream. Then the air flowed and darkened over the ruin ... I began to see shadows, myriads of shadows, millions of outlines, now rounded like helmets, now stretched out like spears, the rays of the moon were crushing by instant bluish sparks on these spears and helmets - and this whole army, this crowd moved closer and closer, grew, swayed intensely ... An indescribable tension, a tension sufficient to lift the whole world, was felt in it; but not a single image stood out clearly ... And suddenly it seemed to me as if trembling ran around, as if some huge waves had escaped and parted ... (According to I.S.Turgenev.)

1507. A stone house is being built not for convenience, but according to the calculation of people who will not live in it. Only then does it turn out to be uncomfortable for the inhabitants sitting like animals in cages.

A wooden house is built imprudently. Several years pass after its erection, and the hostess remarks with amazement: you cannot recognize the house. An incongruous extension grew on the right, a cornice collapsed from the left (originally a cute idea), ivy grew like mad and completely closed the balcony ... It's good that the cornice collapsed, it would not have come in handy now.

The fate of families depends on whether they breed in a stone house or in a wooden one. Caged animals have a daily desire to escape. And the parents in the stone house are already thinking where to poke their son, in civil or military units, to whom they would marry their daughter, to an old prince or a young rascal. And the children fly out. They shoot out like bullets from the stone house. The family collapses into dust and debris in an instant ... In a wooden house, the family does not collapse, it sprawls. An absurd extension grows. Someone marries, gives birth to children, the wife dies. The widower is overgrown with ivy, a new cornice is being erected ... The children are coming again, and the husband is dying. The widow remains, and the children have friends and companions from the next house ... And the widow takes the brood to her upbringing. All this grows, laughs, retreats to dark corners, kisses, and again someone is getting married. A friend comes, whom the widow has not seen for thirty years, and remains forever, a new extension is being erected, unlike anything else. Who is the mother here? Daughter? A son? One house knows everything for everyone: it is spreading. (According to Yu.N. Tynyanov.)

I lived then (in the winter of 1835) in Moscow, with my aunt, the sister of my late mother. I was eighteen years old: I had just transferred from the second year to the third year of the "Verbal" faculty (at that time it was called that) at Moscow University. My aunt was a quiet and meek woman, a widow. She occupied a large wooden house on Ostozhenka, warm and pretentious, which, I believe, you will not find anywhere except Moscow, and she saw almost no one, sat from morning till night in the living room with two companions, ate flower tea, played solitaire and every now and then ordered to smoke. The companions ran to the front; a few minutes later an old servant in a livery dress coat brought a copper basin with a bunch of mint on a red-hot brick and, hurrying over the narrow rugs, poured vinegar on it. White steam washed over his wrinkled face, he frowned and turned away, and the canaries in the dining room continued to crackle, irritated by the hiss of the smoke. (I. S. Turgenev.)

The roads of southern Italy are shaky but picturesque. The carriage is light, and a couple of good horses briskly carry it to the place where the blue sea splashes - to Livorno. In a carriage, the brave Transfiguration Prince Fyodor Ivanovich Kozlovsky. On his chest, under a civilian caftan, he has a packet sealed with sealing wax, a letter from Empress Catherine II to Lieutenant-General Alexei Orlov, Commander-in-Chief of all Russian troops in the Mediterranean Sea. The prince hastens the coachman, and so much time has already been lost. After all, at first there was still a long way from St. Petersburg to Paris, where he took Catherine's message to Voltaire, and only after that - to Livorno. Needless to say, Prince Fyodor is almost happy: after all, he became one of the few mortals awarded the honor of communicating with the great thinker. I had a long conversation with him. Voltaire praised the Russian empress and talked about the Turkish war. Then they casually discussed Beaumarchais's new play. We agreed that the play is bad, not smart enough for tragedy, and little fun for comedy. Before parting, the philosopher confidentially told Kozlovsky that he was now creating a project for a "horse tank", which, of course, would bring victory to the Russians on the Danube plains. (V.V.Shigin.)

1510. And behind the oaks - Dikanka with its magnificent palace, surrounded by a park, merging with oak forests, in which even herds of wild goats were found.

I spent the whole day in this forest, an October sunny day. The silence is amazing. Neither leaf nor twig move. If you just look at the sun, a transparent, shiny cobweb shimmers in the air between thin shoots, and if you listen, an oak leaf that has fallen from the tree will rustle for a moment. The ground was covered with yellow leaves densely nailed by the rain the day before, over which there were still green leaves of the young growth that had not had time to turn yellow and fall off. No sound, no movement. Only the clawed maple leaf, transparent yellow in the sun, stands sideways to the stem and stubbornly swings to the sides, like a pendulum: now to the right, then to the left. It rocked for a long time and calmed down only when it came off, flew down in zigzags and merged with the yellow carpet. Moreover, the silence was broken by two beauties - wild goats, who quickly swept past me and disappeared into a forest gully ... And there is no end to this forest. And in the middle of it there are glades where herds graze ... Here is Volchiy Yar, from where an immense horizon, cut by the blue ribbon of Vorskla, opens below, now with a smooth steppe, now with a wooded steep coast ... (V.A.Gilyarov skip .)

1511. From my first visit to Yasnaya I remember with particular vividness the evening spent with Tolstoy on a journey to a relative of his wife, who lived seven miles from Yasnaya Polyana and was celebrating some kind of family celebration. Lev Nikolayevich told me to go on foot and all the way was charmingly cheerful and captivatingly talkative. But when we came to a rich manor house with a luxuriously furnished tea table, he got bored, frowned and suddenly, half an hour after his arrival, he sat down next to me and said in a low voice: "Let's go!" We did so, retiring according to the English custom, without saying goodbye. But when we went out onto the road, already lit by the moon, I prayed that it was impossible to walk back on foot, for that day we had already made a long one and a half hour walk, and Tolstoy, with surprising flexibility and ease for his years, ran up the hills and jumped through the grooves ... When we were half a verst from Yasnaya Polyana and crossed the highway, fireflies flashed in the bushes around us. With childish joy, Tolstoy began to collect them and triumphantly carried them home. Even now he is definitely standing before me under the warm cover of the June night, as if in a reflection of the inner radiance of his sublime and pure soul. (According to A.F.Kony.)

1512. Leo Tolstoy died.

A telegram was received, and it says in the most ordinary words - he died. It hit my heart, I roared with resentment and melancholy, and now, in some kind of crazy state, I imagine him, as I knew, I saw. I remember his sharp eyes - they saw everything through and through - and the movements of his fingers, always as if sculpting something out of thin air, his conversations, jokes, peasant favorite words and some indefinite voice of him. And I see how much life this man has embraced, how clever and creepy he is. I saw him once, as perhaps no one had seen: I was walking to Gaspra by the seashore and under Yusupov's estate, on the very shore, among the stones, I noticed his small angular figure, in gray rumpled rags and a crumpled hat. He sits, propping his cheekbones with his hands, and the silver hair of his beard blows between his fingers, and looks into the distance, into the sea, and greenish waves obediently roll up to his feet, flattering, as if telling something about themselves to the old witch. The day was motley, the shadows of the clouds crawled over the stones, and together with the stones the old man sometimes brightened, then darkened. And he, too, seemed to me an ancient, revived stone, which knows all the beginnings and goals, thinks about when and what the end of stones and earthly herbs, sea water and man and the whole world, from stone to sun will be. And the sea is a part of his soul, and everything around is from him, from him. (M. Gorky.)

The old poplar has seen a lot in its lifetime! Long ago a thunderstorm blow split the top of the poplar; but the tree did not die, coped with the disease, throwing up two trunks instead of one. Spreading branches, like elders' hooked fingers, extended to the ridge of the plank roof, as if they were about to grab the house in an armful. In the summer, rope shoots of hops thickly curled on the branches. The poplar was majestic and huge, nicknamed the Holy Tree by the Old Believers. The winds bent it, not mercilessly whipped hail, twisted the winter blizzards, covering the fragile shoots of juveniles on mature branches with a crust of ice. And then he, all gray with frost, tapping with branches like bones, stood silent, whipped through by the fierce wind. And rarely did any of the people look at him, as if he was not even on earth. Unless the crows, flying from the village to the floodplain, rested on its two-headed summit, blackening with clods. But when spring came and the old man, reviving, would dissolve the brown juices of sticky buds, first meeting the southern hothouse, and his roots, which penetrated deep into the earth, carried life-giving juices into a powerful trunk, he somehow at once all dressed up in fragrant greenery. And it was noisy, noisy! Quietly, serenely, like a wise old man's buzz. Then everyone saw him, and everyone needed him: both the peasants who, on sultry days, sat under his shadow, rubbing their difficult life in their calloused palms, and casual travelers and children. He greeted everyone with the coolness and gentle trembling of the foliage. Bees flew towards him, picking up a viscous tar on their paws, so that later they could patch up the holes in their hives, furry fat bumblebees sat in the heat in its foliage. Chatty magpies made their simple nests on it. (According to A. Cherkasov.)

1516. The sea sent piercing moisture to the land. In the cold, wet twilight, people loitering on the embankment, gathered in groups under the lanterns, dispersed to gather again in the illuminated patch, look at each other, stand, smoke a cigarette, look at the dark sea. Otava did not want to return to the people. Rest in solitude was the only thing he now wished for. Therefore, immediately turning to the side, past the familiar old plane tree, along the path paved with white tiles, he headed into the silent darkness. A strange emptiness was in his chest, in his head. He walked quickly, wide white slabs firmly lay under his feet, scraps of human conversations were heard from behind, the sound of the sea rolled over, but the further he walked, the greater and greater silence lay behind him, he could only hear how the sea was still breathing slowly somewhere far away and the heels of his shoes were banging on the hard tiles. The road climbed into the mountains. She lay down on the dark ground in wide turns, pushing aside bushes, trees and even houses. It was a typical highway for cars to make it easier for them to climb, but it was not at all suitable for pedestrians. Instead of normal movement forward, we had to zigzag along serpentines to and fro, the same trees, the same houses, the same street lamps to go around from below, then from above, and if for a machine made of fast layering such slow turns, in the end, all the same it turned out an upward movement, then for people, especially at night, it seemed a senseless wandering in search of something unknown. (According to P. Zagrebelny.)

1518. Reader, are you familiar with those small noble estates with which our Ukraine abounded twenty-five, thirty years ago? Now they rarely come across, and in ten years and the last of them, perhaps, will disappear without ice. A flowing pond overgrown with willows and reeds, a free space of busy ducks, to which cautious teal occasionally joins; behind the pond there is a garden with avenues of lindens, this beauty and honor of our black-earth plains, with stalled ridges of strawberries, with a continuous thicket of gooseberries, currants, raspberries, in the middle of which, in the languid hour of the motionless midday heat, the motley handkerchief of a courtyard girl will certainly flicker and ring her shrill; right there is a barn on chicken legs, a greenhouse, a poor vegetable garden, with a flock of sparrows on stamens and a nesting cat near a collapsed well; further - curly apple trees above the high, green from the bottom, gray grass to the top, liquid cherries, pears, on which there is never any fruit; then flower beds - poppies, peonies, pansies, bushes of honeysuckle, wild jasmine, lilac and acacia, with incessant bee, bumblebee buzzing in dense, fragrant, sticky branches. Finally, the manor house, one-story, on a brick foundation, with greenish glass in narrow frames, with a pakata, once a painted roof, with a balcony from which jug-shaped railings protruded, with a crooked mezzanine, with a voiceless old dog in a pit under the porch ... . (According to I.S.Turgenev.)

1519. Many churches and bell towers raised their gilded heads to the sky. Thick groves and fields covered with bread, like large green and yellow spots, could be seen between the houses. Shaky living bridges ran across the Moskva River, trembling violently and covered with water when carts or horsemen passed through them. On the Yauza and Neglinnaya dozens of mill wheels were spinning, one beside the other. These groves, fields and mills in the middle of the city itself gave the then Moscow a lot of picturesque. It was especially fun to look at the monasteries, which, with white fences and motley heaps of colored and gilded heads, seemed to be separate cities. Over all this confusion of churches, houses, groves and monasteries, the Kremlin churches and the recently finished church of the Intercession of the Mother of God, which John laid several years ago in memory of the capture of Kazan and which we now know under the name of St. Basil the Blessed, proudly rose up. Great was the joy of the Muscovites when the forests that covered this church finally fell, and it appeared in all its bizarre splendor, sparkling with gold and colors and surprising the eye with a variety of decorations. For a long time, the people did not cease to marvel at the skillful architect, who gave the Orthodox a spectacle that had not been seen before. Other Moscow churches were also good. The Muscovites did not spare either rubles or labors for the splendor of the houses of God. Expensive colors, gilding and large external icons in the full height of a man were visible everywhere. The Orthodox loved to decorate the houses of God, but they cared little about the appearance of their houses. Almost all of their dwellings were built solidly and simply, from pine or oak beams, not even trimmed with boards, according to an old Russian proverb: the hut is not red with corners, but red with pies. (According to A.K. Tolstoy.)

1520. Suddenly some strange, measured sounds came from afar. It was not a human voice, not a horn, not a gusli, but something similar to the sound of the wind in a reed, if the reed could ring like glass or strings. The sounds poured regularly and mournfully, then in ringing silver streams, then, like the sound of a swaying forest, suddenly fell silent, as if in a gust of steppe wind. In the distance, as if a new gust of a whirlwind began, turned into long, sadly pleasant tints, and after a few time ended abruptly, like a horse's snort. But then new sounds were heard, much louder. Many bells seemed to be ringing non-stop. Sad, mournful sounds were replaced by merry ones, but that was not Russian sadness and not Russian prowess. It reflected the wild greatness of a nomadic tribe, and heroic raids, and the transition of peoples from one edge to another, and longing for an unknown, primitive homeland. (According to A.K. Tolstoy.)

1521. Pushkin walked quickly, and then ran along the path along the lake, turned onto the dewy heavy grass, which splashed his light trousers down to his knees, jumped over the bench and found himself in a linden alley. He lingered a little with the Virgin, who broke the jug, and once again marveled at the grace of her woeful posture. Now he was racing along the alley leading to the artificial ruins. The streak of sun gave way to shadow, the skin had time to feel the touch of a warm ray and crypt cold ... He ran faster and faster, enjoying the wind by the weights and the crunch of sand under his shoes and not at all afraid of being discovered. He was wearing an invisible hat, he could not only rush along the alleys of the park, but also run into the palace, enter the royal chamber. Having reached the neat ruins, created by the disciplined genius of one of the Tsarskoye Selo architects, he turned back to the pond, but now ran along the alley, through the grass and yellow flowers. How quickly everything in nature changed! In a few minutes the grass had time to dry up, only in the cuffs there rested silvery flattened drops of dew; the fog dissipated, and the Chesme Pillar, entwined with chains and arrows, proudly ascended above the water, which glittered all over the mirror. And in a moment of the strongest delight in front of the morning and the sun, in front of the whole tense spring world and his communion with the miracle of life, Pushkin suddenly felt leaden fatigue. His knees buckled, he almost collapsed against the dry foot of a spreading maple. It happened that he fell asleep easily and quickly, sinking into sleep with tangible pleasure, but he had never experienced such bliss. He seemed to be returning to the security and irresponsibility of his pre-existence. He was free, pure, unburdened by anything, resting in the highest peace of animal sinlessness. He had never hid so well from those around him and from himself, as in this dream in the middle of the flaring Tsarskoye Selo morning. (According to Yu. Nagibin.)

1533. No matter how hard people, having gathered in one small place of several hundred thousand, disfigured the land on which they huddled, just as they did not stone the ground so that nothing would grow on it, just as they did not clean off any penetrating grass, just as they did not smoke stone coal and oil, no matter how they cut the trees and drove out all the animals and birds - spring was spring even in the city. The sun was warming, the grass, reviving, grew and turned green wherever they had not scraped it, not only on the lawns of boulevards, but also between the slabs of stones, and birch, poplar, bird cherry blossomed their sticky and fragrant leaves, lindens inflated bursting buds; jackdaws, sparrows and pigeons were already happily preparing their nests in the springtime, and flies hummed by the walls, warmed by the sun. Plants, birds, insects, and children were cheerful. But people - big, adults - did not stop deceiving and torturing themselves and each other. People believed that it was not this spring morning that was sacred and important, not this beauty of the world of God, given for the good of all creatures - beauty that disposed to peace, harmony and love, but sacred and important was what they themselves invented to rule a friend over a friend. (L. "N. Tolstoy.)

1534. I was returning home through the empty alleys of the village; the moon, full and red like the glow of a fire, began to appear from behind the jagged horizon of houses; the stars were calmly shining on the dark blue vault, and it made me laugh when I remembered that there were no wise people who thought that the heavenly bodies would take part in our insignificant disputes for a piece of land or for some fictitious rights! .. And what well? These lamps, lit, in their opinion, only in order to illuminate their battles and celebrations, burn with the same brilliance, and their passions and hopes have long since died out with them, like a light kindled at the edge of the forest by a careless wanderer! But for what willpower the confidence gave them that the whole heaven with its countless inhabitants looks at them with sympathy, albeit dumb, but unchanging! fear, except for that involuntary fear that squeezes our heart at the thought of an inevitable end, we are no longer capable of great sacrifices neither for the good of humanity, nor even for our own happiness, because we know its impossibility, and we pass indifferently from doubt to doubt, like our ancestors rushed from one delusion to another, not having, like them, not hope, not even that vague, although true, pleasure that the soul meets in any struggle with people or with fate. (M. Yu. Lermontov.)

Prince Silver. -
author Alexey Konstantinovich Tolstoy (1817-1875) Chapter 26. Twinning →

Chapter 25. Preparation for battle

Such movement, running and screaming began in the gang that Maxim did not have time to say thanks to Serebryany. When at last the villagers lined up and moved out of the forest, Maxim, to whom the horse was returned and weapons were given, caught up with the prince.

Nikita Romanovich, - he said, - you repaid me today for the bear!

Well, Maxim Grigorich, - answered Serebryany, - that's why we live in the world to help each other!

The prince, - picked up the Ring, who was also riding on horseback near the Silver, - I looked at you and thought: oh, it's a pity that one grassroots fellow, whom I left on the Volga, does not see him! Even though he is a thin man, consider me an equal, but you would love him, prince, and he would love you! No offense to tell you, but you are similar in temper. As you started talking about holy Russia, and your eyes lit up, so I remembered Ermak Timofeich. He loves his homeland, loves it deeply, there is no need to be a villager. He used to say to me more than once that he was ashamed to burden the land for free, that he would like to serve his motherland. Eh, if only now it was on the Tatars! It costs one hundred whole. As he shouts: follow me, guys! so it seems that you yourself will become taller and stronger, and nothing will stop you, and everything around you is falling. You look like him, by God, you look like, Nikita Romanovitch, I can't reproach you!

The ring pondered. Silver rode cautiously, looking into the dark distance; Maxim was silent. The footsteps of the robbers were heard dully along the road; the starry night silently spread over the sleeping land. The crowd walked for a long time in the direction indicated by the Tatar, which was led under the saber by Khlopko and Poddubny.

Suddenly some strange, measured sounds came from afar.

What's this? - asked Nikita Romanovich, stopping the horse.

The ring took off his cap and bowed his head almost to the bow.

Wait, prince, let me hear!

The sounds poured regularly and mournfully, now in resounding silver streams, now similar to the sound of a swaying forest - suddenly fell silent, as if in a gust of steppe wind.

Finished! - said the Ring, laughing. - See, what a breast! I blew tea for half an hour, without taking a breath!

What is it? - asked the prince.

Chebuzga! - answered the Ring. - Read it from them that we have a horn or a pity. Must be Bashkirians. After all, there is a different rabble with the khan, and Kazan, and Astrakhan, and all the Nogai trash. Hey, they started playing again.

In the distance, as if a new gust of a whirlwind began, turned into long, sadly pleasant tints, and after a few time ended abruptly, like a horse's snort.

Aha! - said the Ring, - this knee came out shorter; must have overstrained himself, son of a dog!

But then new sounds were heard, much louder. Many bells seemed to be ringing non-stop.

Here comes the throat! - said the Ring. - After all, from afar you will think and know what; and they do it with their throats. You see, they've taken them apart, enemies' children!

Sad, mournful sounds were replaced by merry ones, but that was not Russian sadness and not Russian prowess. Here the wild greatness of the nomadic tribe was reflected, and the floods of herds, and the heroic raids, and the transition of peoples from one edge to another, and the longing for an unknown, primitive homeland.

The prince, - said the Ring, - must be near the camp; I have tea, behind this hillock and the lights will be visible. Let me go and improve what and how; This is a common thing for me, I have met them enough beyond the Volga; and you would let the guys breathe and look around.

Go with God, - said the prince, and the Ring jumped off the horse and disappeared into the darkness.

The robbers recovered, examined the weapons and sat down on the ground, without changing the battle formation. A deep silence reigned in the gang. Everyone understood the importance of the work started and the need for unconditional obedience. Meanwhile, the sounds of the chebuzga flowed as before, the moon and the stars illuminated the field, everything was quiet and solemn, and only occasionally a slight breath of wind stirred the feather grass with silvery streams.

About an hour passed; The ring did not return. The prince began to lose patience, but suddenly, about three paces from him, a man rose from the grass. Nikita Romanovich grabbed his saber.

Hush, prince, it's me! - said the Ring, grinning. - Just like that, I crawled to the Tatars; spotted everything; now I know their camp no worse than my kuren. If you will, prince, I will take a dozen good fellows, frighten the herd and disturb the Tatarva; and at that hour, if you judge, strike them from both sides, and with a kind cry; so be I a Tatar, if we don't cut them half! This is what I say, just for a start; the night work of the master is afraid; and the sun will rise, so I tell you, prince, but we just obey!

Silver knew the ring's resourcefulness and sharpness and let him act according to his thoughts.

Guys, - said the Ring to the robbers, - we quarreled a little, but whoever remembers the old will have an eye out! Are there ten people among you hunters with me to go to the camp?

Choose whom you know, - the robbers answered, - we are all ready.

Thank you guys; and since you have respected me, so I take the following: go here, Poddubny, and you, Khlopko, and you, Woodpecker, and you, Foresters, and you, Sieve, and Styopka, and Bear, and Shestoper, and Anvil, and Locust! Where are you going, Mitka? I did not call you; stay with the prince, you are unfit for our business. Take off, guys, sabers, it's not right to crawl with them, it will be with us and knives. Just guys, mind you, listen to my words, not a step without me! Let's go to the hunters, so I'll tell you what to do. Slightly someone is wrong, I immediately and karachun to him!

Good, good! - answered those chosen by the Ring. - We will do it as you say. Already gone to the holy cause, I suppose we will not quarrel.

See, prince, this slope? - continued the chieftain. - As you reach him, you will see their bonfires. And my advice is to wait for you at the slope until you hear my screeching. And as I frighten the herd and hear a screeching and screaming, so you and let loose on the infidels; but they have nowhere to get away; there will be no horses; on the one hand we, on the other, came a river with a swamp.

The prince promised to do everything according to the order of the Ring.

Meanwhile, the chieftain with ten brave men went to the sound of the chebuzga and soon disappeared in the grass. Someone would have thought that they hid right there; but a sharp-sighted eye could notice the swaying of the grass, independent of the wind and not in its direction.

Half an hour later, the Ring and his comrades were already close to the Tatar wagons.

Lying in the feather-grass, the Ring raised its head.

A fire burned about fifty paces in front of him and illuminated several Bashkirians, who were sitting in a circle with their legs tucked under them. Some were in a colorful robe, some in a mutton sheepskin coat, and some in a tattered camel caftan. Spears stuck in the ground stuck out near them and threw their long shadows to the very Ring. A herd of several thousand horses, entrusted to the guard of the Bashkirs, grazed nearby in a thick heap. Other bonfires, a hundred paces away, lit up countless felt wagons.

The Bashkirians were not keenly watching their herd. They came from the Volga to Ryazan, not meeting any resistance anywhere; they knew that our troops were disbanded, and did not expect an enemy; and from the wolves, we thought, we will protect ourselves with a chebuzga and a throat. And four of them, resting the ends of long burdock pipes on their upper teeth and typing as much wind as they could into their wide breasts, blew, fingering with their fingers, until they had enough spirit. Others pulled them with their throats, and the fire illuminated their cheeky faces, crimson with strain.

For several minutes, the Ring admired this picture, pondering to himself: should he immediately rush with a knife at the Bashkirians and, without giving them time to recover, cut all of them to one? Or disperse the horses first and then start cutting?

Both that and another fascinated him. “You see, what a herd,” he thought, holding his breath, “if you scare him skillfully, then he will break all their wagons with an admission; such will ask a commotion that they do not recognize their own. And these enemies' children are sitting well, painfully good! You see, how they play up; you can crawl up to them two steps! "

And the ataman did not want to give up the bloody fun over the Bashkirs.

The sieve, - he whispered to a comrade lurking beside him, - is it that your throat doesn’t have a sore? Can you scream?

What about you? - answered in a whisper Sieve.

Yes, as if a hoarse manenko.

Perhaps I will screech. Is it time or what?

Wait, early. Crawl over there as close as possible to the herd; crawl until the horses sweep you away; but as soon as they begin to shake their ears, you and gikni, but more terrible, and drive them straight to the wagons!

The sieve nodded his head and disappeared into the feather grass.

Well, brothers, - the Ring whispered to the rest of the comrades, - crawl after me under the infidel, only, mind you, carefully. You see, there are only twenty of them, and there are nine of us; there will be two for each of you, and I will take four for myself. As you hear that Sieve screamed, so all at once and scream, but right at them! Are you ready or what?

Ready! the robbers answered in a whisper.

The chieftain took a deep breath, recovered and began to slowly pull out his long knife from his belt.

Suddenly some strange, measured sounds swept from afar. It was not a human voice, not a horn, not a gusli, but something similar to the sound of the wind in a reed, if the reed could ring like glass or strings.Sounds poured regularly and mournfully, now in ringing silver streams, now like the sound of a swaying forest, suddenly fell silent, as if in a gust of steppe wind.In the distance, as if a new gust of a whirlwind began, turned into long, sadly pleasant tints, and after a few time ended abruptly, like a horse's snort.But then new sounds were heard, much louder. Many bells seemed to be ringing non-stop. Sad mournful sounds were replaced by merry ones, but that was not Russian sadness and not Russian prowess. Here the wild greatness of the nomadic tribe was reflected, and the heroic raids, and the transitions of peoples from one edge to another, and the longing for an unknown primitive homeland.

Tasks for the text:

1 Determine the type of text

sadness

sad, sadness.

fell silent in offer no. 3

a) highlighting introductory words

12 Replace phraseson the synonymous with communicationcontrol :

heroic raids--

horse snort--

13 Replace collocationon the synonymous with communicationagreement:

transitions of peoples -

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3)
4) (
5)

Complete tasks for the text. Do NOT write off the text.

1) Suddenly ... pr ... rushed from ... whether some (that) countries ... th dimensional sounds. 2) It was a n (e) human voice (not) a horn (not) gusli and something (that) looks like the sound of the wind in a cable ... no if the cable ... nick could sound ... no like glass or strings.
3) The sounds poured regularly and mournfully, then ringing silver ... ny streams, then similar noise vibrated .. my forest suddenly fell silent as if (then) in a gust of ... strong wind.
4) ( C) they started ... like a bud (then) a new gust of a vortex turned into long ... long sad (pleasant) overflows and after (n ..) how long ... the separation ended ... a hundred like horse snort .. yu.
5) But then ra (s / s) new sounds were given, much more sound. 6) To ... a lot of k ... lokolts rang (without) a stop ... 7) Sad ... melancholy mournful sounds ... sounded cheerful, but it was (not) Russian sadness and (not) Russian prowess. 8) Here was reflected ... . everyday homeland.

IN Complete tasks for the text. Do NOT write off the text.

Tasks for the text:

1 Determine the type of text

2 Write out 3 examples of words with an unpronounceable consonant from the text and choose test words.

3 Write down words from the text to the wordsadness

4 Find in the text and write down the synonym (s) to the wordssad, sadness.

5 Write out a complex word (with several roots) from the text and sort it out according to its composition

6 Find a stylistically neutral synonym for the wordfell silent in offer no. 3

7 Write down the various nouns from the text.

8 Write out examples from the text that can illustrate the following punctuation rules:

a) highlighting introductory words

b) the absence of a comma between homogeneous members

9 Write out the 1st sentence from the text and parse it

10 Write down the grammatical base (s) from sentence number 4

11 How many grammatical bases are in sentence # 7?

12 Replace phraseson the synonymous with communicationcontrol :

heroic raids--

horse snort--

13 Replace collocationon the synonymous with communicationagreement:

transitions of peoples -

14 Write out from the text 3 examples of phrases with an adjacency relationship.

* 15 Write down examples from the text: a) epithets b) personifications

Tasks for the text:

1 Determine the type of text

2 Write out 3 examples of words with an unpronounceable consonant from the text and choose test words.

3 Write down words from the text to the wordsadness

4 Find in the text and write down the synonym (s) to the wordssad, sadness.

5 Write out a complex word (with several roots) from the text and sort it out according to its composition

6 Find a stylistically neutral synonym for the wordfell silent in offer no. 3

7 Write down the various nouns from the text.

8 Write out examples from the text that can illustrate the following punctuation rules:

a) highlighting introductory words

b) the absence of a comma between homogeneous members

9 Write out the 1st sentence from the text and parse it

10 Write down the grammatical base (s) from sentence number 4

11 How many grammatical bases are in sentence # 7?

12 Replace phraseson the synonymous with communicationcontrol :

heroic raids--

horse snort--

13 Replace collocationon the synonymous with communicationagreement:

transitions of peoples -

14 Write out from the text 3 examples of phrases with an adjacency relationship.

* 15 Write down examples from the text: a) epithets b) personifications

COMPREHENSIVE TEXT ANALYSIS

1 ... Aux..I wounds ... a fine autumn. 2. August was with warm rains as if on purpose for sowing. 3. I remember early .. a fresh, quiet morning ... 4. I remember a big one, all golden, dried up and long .. I remember a garden of maple .. and thin ar .. mat of fallen leaves and - zap .. x Antonov apples zap ... honey and autumn ... fresh ... sti. 5. The air is so clean as if it is not there at all, voices and the creak of carts are heard throughout the garden.

6. Since the end of September, all the threshing floor gardens have emptied the weather, as usual ... steeply. 7. The wind tore and beat the trees all day long. The rains poured them from morning till night. eight. Sometimes in the evening, between gloomy and low clouds, a trembling golden color of no sun made its way in the west ... the air became clear and clear and the sunshine sparkled delightfully between the foliage between the branches that ... with your netting moved and in ... rushed from the wind ... nine. Coldly and brightly shone in the north over the so-yellow s ... 10. Stoish .. at the window and think .. maybe God willing .. will. 11. But the wind (did not) subside. 12. He worried the garden tore (not) intermittently running from the chimney a stream of smoke and dreams .. caught up with ominous hairs of ashy oblasts. 13. They ran no ... and quickly and quickly, like smoke, clouded the sun. 14. Its shine was extinguished, the window was closed in the blue sky, and in the middle ... it became deserted ... and it was boring and dreams ... it began to rain ... at first, gently, gently, then thicker and thicker, and finally, it turned into a downpour with a storm and darkness. 15. A long tripping night fell …

(According to I. Bunin)

Arrange the missing punctuation marks. Insert the missing letters.
Title the text.
Determine the style and type of text.
Make an outline of the text.
Write out all the pronouns from sentence # 5.
Find 2-3 ambiguous words in the text. Give examples of phrases where these words appear in different meanings.
Write out examples from the text that can illustrate the following punctuation rules:

- isolation of introductory words;

Isolation of definitions;

Comma between homogeneous definitions.

8. Underline the grammatical foundations of compound sentences.

9. Scheme a sentence with direct speech.

10. Dismantle proposal # 2 by members.

COMPREHENSIVE TEXT ANALYSIS

1. Language is the most vigorous than a person obl .. gives, and if he stops .. to draw vn .. manie into his language, he stops .. thinking that he has mastered it already sufficiently, he will retreat. 2. For your language - must .. and writing .. must be monitored constantly .. o.

3. And if you want to be (truly) intelligent ... educated ... and cultured person, then pay attention to your language.

4. If you want to speak in public, then first of all make sure that your speeches are (not) long. 5. Keep track of the time. 6. This is (not) necessary not only out of affection for others - it is important that you (would) be understood.

7. That (would) the performance was interesting .. everything that you say should be interesting .. for you. 8. If a speaker tells or reads with interest for himself ... and the audience feels it ... then the audience will be interested ... but.

9. Post .. try so that (would) in your speech .. (not) there was just a chain of different thoughts but that (would) be one, the main idea to which all others must be subordinate. 10.Then you will be less ... to listen to in your speech ... it will turn out ... there is a topic, the listeners will guess what you are leading to in what you want to convince them and will listen with interest and wait as you formulate ... you in end your main point.

11. And to be able to write well is necessary (not) only for a writer and a scientist. 12. Yes (same) well freely and with a well-known share of humor written .. my letter to a friend characterizes .. that you are (not) less than your mustache speech. 13. Through the letter, let me feel .. feel your disposition .. the spirit of your relaxedness in addressing .. to a person you like. (D.S. Likhachev.)

1. Arrange the missing punctuation marks.

2. Insert the missing letters.

3. Title the text.

4. Determine the style and type of text.

5. Make an outline of the text.

6. Write out from the text a number of words with the same root for the following words:

performance

interest

7. Write out the words-antonyms from the first paragraph.

8. Parse the word morphologically (over) time.

9. Disassemble proposal # 4 by members.

Many churches and bell towers raised their gilded heads to the sky. Thick groves and fields covered with bread, like large green and yellow spots, could be seen between the houses. Shaky living bridges ran across the Moskva River, trembling violently and covered with water when carts or horsemen passed through them. On the Yauza and Neglinnaya dozens of mill wheels were spinning, one beside the other. These groves, fields and mills in the middle of the city itself gave the then Moscow a lot of picturesque. It was especially fun to look at the monasteries, which, with white fences and motley heaps of colored and gilded heads, seemed to be separate cities.

Above all this confusion of churches, houses, groves and monasteries, the Kremlin churches and the recently finished church of the Intercession of the Virgin, which John laid a few years ago in memory of the capture of Kazan and which we now know under the name of Basil the Blessed, proudly rose up. Great was the joy of the Muscovites when at last the forests that covered this church fell, and it appeared in all its bizarre splendor, sparkling with gold and colors and surprising

look with a variety of decorations. For a long time, the people did not cease to marvel at the skillful architect, who gave the Orthodox a spectacle that had not been seen before. Other Moscow churches were also good. The Muscovites did not spare either rubles or labors for the splendor of the houses of God. Expensive colors, gilding and large external icons in the full height of a man were visible everywhere.

The Orthodox loved to decorate the houses of God, but they cared little about the appearance of their houses. Almost all of their dwellings were built solidly and simply, from pine or oak beams, not even trimmed with boards, according to an old Russian proverb: the hut is not red with corners, but red with pies. (According to A.K. Tolstoy.)

(246 words. Spelling of unstressed vowels and consonants at the root.

DICTANT WITH A GRAMMAR TASK

Suddenly some strange, measured sounds swept from afar. It was not a human, not a horn, not a gusli, but something similar to the sound of the wind in a reed, if the reed could ring like glass or strings.

The sounds poured regularly and mournfully, then in ringing silver streams, then, like the sound of a swaying forest, suddenly fell silent, as if in a gust of steppe wind.

In the distance, as if a new gust of a whirlwind began, turned into long, sadly pleasant tints, and after a few time ended abruptly, like a horse's snort. But then new sounds were heard, much louder. Many bells seemed to be ringing non-stop. Sad, mournful sounds were replaced by merry ones, but that was not Russian sadness and not Russian prowess. It reflected the wild greatness of a nomadic tribe, and heroic raids, and the transition of peoples from one edge to another, and longing for an unknown, primitive homeland.

(According to A.K. Tolstoy.)

(125 words. Punctuation with homogeneous members of a sentence. Spelling of vowels in suffixes and endings of adjectives. Spelling of an unpronounceable consonant at the root of a word. Spelling of combinations chk, chn, nch.)

Build a proposal scheme with homogeneous members.
Find a complex sentence, outline the grammatical basis.
Parse the adjective sad, indicate the way the word is formed.
Write out words from the first paragraph in which the number of sounds and letters does not match.
Write out a verb from the first sentence, make a morphological analysis.
Underline words with an unpronounceable consonant at the root of the word.

A1. In which word is the letter denoting a stressed vowel correctly highlighted?

1.Forse 2.Location 3.NecroLog 4.Pool

A2. In which sentence should you use COMPANY instead of the word CAMPAIGN?

Frolov was considered the favorite of the current election CAMPAIGN.
The time is now in the village: the harvest CAMPAIGN has begun.
Despite the lack of visible results, the CAMPAIGN was very successful for our troops: the losses were small, the soldiers were fed and shod.
At home, before leaving, he was instructed for a long time so that in a new place he would not get into a bad CAMPAIGN.

A3. Give an example of a misspelled word form.

kilogram of tomatoes
pair of boots
many professors
conditions are preferable

A4. Indicate the grammatically correct continuation of the sentence.

Seeing on the shelf a beautifully published album with Kuindzhi's reproductions.

the gaze no longer dwelt on anything.
my choice was approved by the art history seller.
Petya asked me to give him this particular book.
I wanted to buy it right there.

A5. Indicate a sentence with a grammatical error (with a violation of the syntactic norm).

Blok wanted all of his work to be seen as a single novel in verse.
Upon arrival in the city, we first went to the hotel.
Surikov's painting "Boyarynya Morozova" reflects one of the stories of the schism.
The library was moved to a poorer building.

Read the sentences and complete tasks A6-A10.

For the reader, text is a certain sequence of characters, that is, letters that make up words and sentences. 2)… 3) Thanks to this, the words that make up the text become clear. 4) ... this does not always mean that its content, meaning is clear. 5) For a correct and complete understanding of the text, you need to have a stock of relevant knowledge, vivid representations and impressions, which are, as it were, projected onto the text by the reader, like on a screen. 6) In the mind of the reader, there is a creative reproduction of reality, depicted in a work of art.

A6. Which of the following sentences should replace the missing second 2 sentence in this text?

1) What is not in the experience of the reader, that is not for him in the text.

2) The poetic word prompts us to co-create with the writer.

3) These external signs are associated with their mental images - internal signs that are closely related to the corresponding meanings.

4) An incomprehensible text becomes, thanks to the acquired knowledge, quite understandable over time.

A7. Which of the following words (combinations of words) should be in place of the gap in the fourth sentence of the text.

Exclusively
Means
Primarily
But.

A8. Indicate the correct description of the first 1 sentence of the text.

1) simple complicated 2) complex non-union 3) complex composition 4) complex subordinate.

A9) Indicate the correct morphological characteristics of the word IMAGED from the sixth 6th sentence of the text.

1) a valid participle 2) a passive participle 3) a participle 4) an adjective.

Read the text and complete task B1 - B4.

What do people learn?

1) University education, like any higher education, means a different stage in comparison with secondary school. 2) And one of the features of this stage is that there is no more up and down - teachers and students - here are all colleagues, that is, people who work together. 3) After all, the work of the highest educational institution consists in cooperation: some want to learn, while others help them in this. 4) Coercion, mandatory "violent" control remained at the lowest level of education. 5) And the attitude of teachers towards you will be different. 6) This will be the attitude of a colleague to a younger colleague.

7) But this does not mean what will become easier, but what will become more difficult. 8) And in general, nothing easy in good deed it can not be. 9) It will be a difficult matter, because there is no controller stricter than the person himself (if there is no such internal controller, then no higher education). 10) True, there is no such line that would cut off childhood from us, then cut off youth ... 11) And the elements high school, and childhood often invades the university: let's not make a secret of the fact that some students suggest to each other and even see some kind of sport in learning less and getting better. 12) This school approach... 13) But the school approach is normal only in due time.

Write down the answers to tasks B1 - B2 in words.

IN 1. Indicate the way the word APPROACH was formed (sentence 12).

AT 2. From sentence 10, write out the subordinate phrase with the CONNECTION relationship.

Answers to task B3 indicate the number.

AT 3. Among sentences 7 - 13, find a simple one-part impersonal sentence. Write his number.

M. Gorky. The play "At the Bottom".

1. How is the truth of Luke and the truth of Satin opposed in the play? Whose truth, in your opinion, is more needed by the lodgers?

A.I. Kuprin. The story "Olesya"

Give a detailed answer to the question:

Why did the love of Ivan Timofeevich and Olesya not take place? What did the heroine leave as a keepsake for her lover?

Chapter 25. Preparation for battle

Such movement, running and screaming began in the gang that Maxim did not have time to

say and thank Silver. When at last the villagers lined up and

moved out of the forest, Maxim, to whom they returned the horse and gave the weapon,

caught up with the prince.

Nikita Romanovich, - he said, - you repaid me today for the bear!

Well, Maxim Grigorich, - answered Serebryany, - for something in the world

we live to help each other!

Prince, - picked up the Ring, who was also riding on horseback near Silver,

I looked at you and thought: oh, it's a pity that one grassroots does not see him

well done, whom I left on the Volga! Even though he is a thin man, read to me

equal, but you would love him, prince, and he would love you! No offense to you

say, but you are similar in temper. How did you talk about holy Russia, but they caught fire

your eyes, so I remembered Yermak Timofeich. He loves his homeland, loves deeply

her, there is no need that the village dweller. He told me more than once that he was ashamed of the land

burden for nothing that I would like to serve the motherland. Eh, if only now

him to the Tatars! It costs one hundred whole. As he shouts: follow me, guys! So,

it seems that you yourself will become taller and stronger, and nothing will stop you, and that's all

and falls around you. You look like him, by God, you look like, Nikita Romanovich,

not to reproach you!

The ring pondered. Silver rode cautiously, gazing into the dark

distance; Maxim was silent. The steps of the robbers were dully heard along the road; starry

the night silently spread over the sleeping land. The crowd walked for a long time

the direction indicated by the Tatar, who was led under Khlopko's saber and

Poddubny.

Suddenly some strange, measured sounds came from afar.

the sound of the wind in the reed, if the reed could ring like glass or strings.

What's this? - asked Nikita Romanovich, stopping the horse.

The ring took off his cap and bowed his head almost to the bow.

Wait, prince, let me hear!

Sounds poured regularly and mournfully, then with sonorous silver streams, then

like the noise of a swaying forest - suddenly fell silent, as if in a fit

steppe wind.

Finished! - said the Ring, laughing. - See, what a breast! I am tea, with

half an hour blew to himself, without taking a breath!

What is it? - asked the prince.

Chebuzga! - answered the Ring. - Read it from them that we have a horn or

sorry. Must be Bashkirs (224). After all, there is a different rabble with the khan, and

residents of Kazan, and Astrakhan, and all the Nogai trash. Hear, here we go again

began to play.

In the distance, a new gust of a whirlwind began, turned into long,

sadly pleasant overflows and after a few time ended abruptly,

like a horse snort.

Aha! - said the Ring, - this knee came out shorter; must be

overstrained, son of a dog!

But then new sounds were heard, much louder. There seemed to be a multitude of

the bells rang non-stop.

Here comes the throat! - said the Ring. - After all, from a distance you will think and know

what; and they do it with their throats. You see, they've figured it out, enemies' children!

Sad, mournful sounds were replaced by cheerful ones, but it was not Russian

sadness and not Russian prowess. The wild greatness of the nomadic tribe was reflected here, and

populations of herds, and heroic raids, and the transition of peoples from one edge to another, and

longing for an unknown, primitive homeland.

The prince, - said the Ring, - must be near the camp; I have tea, for this

hillock and lights will be visible. Let me go and improve what and how; to me

this is a common thing, I have met them enough beyond the Volga; and you would give the guys

sigh and look around.

Go with God, - said the prince, and the Ring jumped off the horse and disappeared into

The robbers recovered, examined the weapons and sat down on the ground, without changing

order of battle. A deep silence reigned in the gang. Everyone understood

the importance of the business started and the need for unconditional obedience. Meanwhile

the sounds of the chebuzga flowed as before, the moon and the stars illuminated the field, everything was

quietly and solemnly, and only occasionally a light breath of wind agitated the feather grass

silvery streams.

About an hour passed; The ring did not return. The prince began to lose

patience, but suddenly, about three paces from him, a man rose from the grass. Nikita

Romanovich grabbed his saber.

Hush, prince, it's me! - said the Ring, grinning. - That's right

I crawled to the Tatars too; spotted everything; now I know their camp no worse than mine

smoking. If you allow me, prince, I'll take a dozen good fellows, scare the herd yes

I will disturb the Tatarva; and at that hour, if you judge, hit them with two

parties, yes with a kind cry; so if I am a Tatar, if we are not half of them

cut! This is what I say, just for a start; the night work of the master is afraid;

and the sun will rise, so I tell you, prince, but we just obey!

Silver knew the resourcefulness and sharpness of the Ring and gave him

act on his mind.

Guys, - said the Ring to the robbers, - we quarreled a little, yes

whoever remembers the old will have an eye out! Are there ten people between you

hunters with me to go to the camp?

Choose whom you know, - the robbers answered, - we are all ready.

Thank you guys; and if you have respected me, then I will take

what: go here, Poddubny, and you, Khlopko, and you, Woodpecker, and you, Foresters, and

you, Sieve, and Styopka, and Mishka, and Shestoper, and Anvil, and Locust! And you

where are you climbing, Mitka? I did not call you; stay with the prince, you are to our cause

unusable. Take off, guys, sabers, it's not right to crawl with them, it will be with us and

knives. Just guys, mind you, listen to my words, not a step without me! Let's go to

hunters, so I will indicate, then do. Someone is wrong, I'm here for him

the same karachun!

Good, good! - answered those chosen by the Ring. - As you say, so

let's do it. Already gone to the holy cause, I suppose we will not quarrel.

See, prince, this slope? - continued the chieftain. - How do you get to

him, you will see their bonfires. And my advice is to wait for you at the slope until

hear my screech. And as I scare the herd and hear a screeching and screaming, so you and

let loose on the infidels; but they have nowhere to get away; there will be no horses; with one

from the side we, from the other came a river with a swamp.

The prince promised to do everything according to the order of the Ring.

Meanwhile, the chieftain with ten daredevils went to the sound of the chebuzga and soon

disappeared in the grass. Someone would have thought that they hid right there; but a keen eye

could notice the swaying of the grass, independent of the wind and not according to its

direction.

Half an hour later, the Ring and his comrades were already close to the Tatar

wagons.

Lying in the feather-grass, the Ring raised its head.

A fire burned about fifty paces in front of him and illuminated several Bashkirians,

sitting in a circle with their legs tucked under them. Who was in a colorful robe, who

in a lamb sheepskin coat, and some in a tattered camel caftan. Stuck in

spears stuck out near them and threw their long shadows to the very

Signet rings. A herd of several thousand horses, entrusted to the guard of the Bashkirians,

grazed nearby in a dense heap. Other bonfires, a hundred paces away, lit up

countless felt wagons.

The Bashkirians were not keenly watching their herd. They came from the Volga to

Ryazan itself, without encountering opposition anywhere; knew that our troops were disbanded, and

did not expect an enemy; and from the wolves, we thought we would be protected by a chebuzga yes

throat. And four of them, resting the ends of long burdock pipes on their upper teeth

and typing as much wind as they could into their wide breasts, blew, fingering with their fingers, until

lacked the spirit. Others pulled up their throats, and the fire illuminated their cheeky

faces reddened by exertion.

For several minutes, the Ring admired this picture, thinking to himself:

should he immediately rush with a knife at the Bashkirians and, without giving them time to recover,

cut every one? Or disperse the horses first, and then start

Both that and another fascinated him. "See what a herd," he thought, holding back

breath, - if you scare him skillfully, so he, with an admission, all their wagons

breaks; such will ask a commotion that they do not recognize their own. And these

the enemy's children sit well, it hurts well! You see, how they play up; you can visit them

crawl two steps! "

And the ataman did not want to give up the bloody fun over the Bashkirs.

A sieve, - he whispered to a comrade lurking beside him, - what, you

does not have a sore throat? Can you scream?

What about you? - answered in a whisper Sieve.

Yes, as if a hoarse manenko.

Perhaps I will screech. Is it time or what?

Wait, early. Crawl over there as close as possible to the herd; crawl

until the horses sweep you away; but just start shaking your ears, you and gicky, yes

more terrible, and drive them straight to the wagons!

The sieve nodded his head and disappeared into the feather grass.

Well, brothers, - the Ring whispered to the rest of the comrades, - crawl after me

under the infidel, only, mind you, be careful. You see, there are only twenty of them, but

there are nine of us; there will be two for each of you, and I will take four for myself. How

hear that Sieve screamed, so all at once and scream, but right at them!

Are you ready or what?

Ready! the robbers answered in a whisper.

The ataman took a breath, recovered and began to slowly pull out from behind

long knife of his belt.