Single verbatility not out of If it saves the value of verbity, pointing to the image of the action. In this case, it is usually approaching the value to the nascha, or to a combination of nouns with the pretext used in the circumstantial value, and is not separated: Train Sheldo not stop ("Non-stop"); She spoke about it smiling ("Speaking with a smile"); He was sittingdo not move (how was it? In what position?).
Examples of optional single circumstances: The seekers of the manifestations of force appealed inside and Nicli fading (Rock.); Obertow Sitel bending and patted the branch on the grass (T.); Until two o'clock classes were to go not interrupted (L.T.); He slept not undressing (L.T.); Sleep caravly ordinary standing (AKS) - Nareny meaning; Houses at home always read lyzha (C.) - Nareny meaning; Behind the coffin of his wife he walked stumbling (MG); She grew out from there (MG); Dmitry listened to Him frowning (MG); It… not to mention Threw money (MG); He spoke touching (MG); There, in the dark, someone's eyes watched not bligaby (A.T.); Sergey removed the faith, nodded her and gone (A.T.); At first I was answered fucking (Forsh); [Axigna] entered the hall not knotted (S.); The girl ran into the room sobbing Other prostacle not jokingly think so; Sergey Sidel bending and tied the skates; Children chatter without ceasing; He lived with his grief not hiding; He continued to say scamping; Her eyes overwhelmed from one picture to another comparing;He hid money into a wallet not to mention; It was raining without stopping; The train passed without lingering; Will you wish them without glad; Partisans walled bendingA neighbor listened to me not objection; Went hugged on the forest road; The girl spoke choking; Shofinger shouted swearing; They listened not understanding Our conversations - phrase our conversations refers to the tautionem listened; Paper he signed without reading; Go toward without looking back; He sat on the chair not undressing and thought; Old man walking steering; Gone without stealing; Apple falls ripe; Passed without being; Discussed the question of who laughing who is serious; The path walked squeezing He ran into the yardshouting; Nobody is given the right to live without working; The girl told sobbing; Gone having fallen; Not celestial The same cry was disturbing his hearing; Passed by without turning out; All listened not breathe; Slowly He went around the room; Without hesitation she rejected; Do not do without thinking; Perform not arguing; People stood Ocalev; He spoke justifying; Mountain road Slag loop; Sits by the table having fun Took a book not looking; She wondered; Sitel firing; Running wave poured; Messages from the front could not read without worrying; Five minutes all stood not flouring; Young man rushed to the rescue without informative; Sniper shot not aiming.
Separation Or the whitial of single verbalism may depend on the place occupied by him in relation to the verb-to-beam: the same word in the beginning or in the middle of the sentence can be separated, and at the end - no. Wed:
He saiddigging. - He added,stuffa few words from ourselves;
They walked slowly. - On the way to,slowly, they collected mushrooms and berries;
She walked a sonsmiling. - smilingshe woke up her son;
Dinjalileisurely (Mark.). - Through the courtyardleisurely, chagged squat, short-legged, round-headed man (Mark.).
On the separation of single verbalia, it can influence it: the verprysty of the imperfect species is not prepared more often ( -and I) because they usually express the circumstance of the image of action, while the perfect species can be perfect (on -The, -shi.) Inherent other shades of value (time, causes, conditions, concessions), which often leads to their separation. Wed: Listened without interrupting; Began to peering without recognizing; Did break tired; Refuse he will miss this last possibility; Obomlev she stood motionless in the doorway; Without delivering i went to my house; Resent he refused to answer; Tired of they did stop on the way.
Separation Or the option of single verbalism can be associated with the lexical value of the verb - the facility: the same verbatility with some verbs is isolated, with others - no. Wed:
Asked do not stop (The designer does not indicate a "asking method", denotes other actions simultaneous with movement). - Shel do not stop ("Non-stop");
Plunged into thought smiling ("I thought and smiled"). - Said smiling ("Spoke with a smile").
If a single verbatility It is located between the two verbs, the fault and in meaning can be attributed to any of them as an image of an action, it is not separated by the comma from the faithful to which it is written: He squatted, kryakhty climbed into the bottom box of the table; The girl ran into the garden, crying Rushed to the mother.
While the neighbor looked at sleepy faces, quiet singing unexpectedly heard. Somewhere I sang a woman, and where exactly and in which side, it was difficult to understand. The song is quiet, pulling and coming, similar to crying and barely catchy by hearing, was heard on the right, then on the left, then from above, from under the earth, exactly above the steppe was worn by an invisible spirit and sang. The neighbor looked around and did not understand where this strange song comes from; Then, when he listened, he began to seem that it sang her grass; In his song, she, half-dimensional who already died, without words, but plaintively and sincerely convinced someone that she was not to blame for anything that the sun burned her out of them; She assured that she would passionately want to live that she was still young and would be beautiful if it were not for any drought; There were no guilt, but she still asked for someone for forgiveness and swore that she was unbearable hurt, sad and sorry for her ... Egorushka listened to him a little and he began to seem that the air became hot, hotter and Mustly ... To drown out the song, he, singing and trying to knock down his legs, ran to Osk. Hence he looked in all directions and found someone who sang. Near the estate of the village stood the woman in a short empty, long-legged and dear, as an heron, and sifted something; From under her sieve down the hill, white dust was lazily. Now it was obvious that she sang. A little boy was standing on the soot from her from her in one shirt and without a hat. Accurately fascinated by the song, he did not move and looked somewhere down, probably on the coumach shirt of the neighbor. Song stych. The neighbor was shoved to the Brich and again, from nothing to do, engaged in a ridge of water. And again he was heard the drum song. Spere at the same delicate woman behind the hill in the village. His boredom suddenly returned to the neighbor. He left the tube and raised his eyes up. What he saw was so unexpected that he was a little frightened. Over his head on one of the big clumsy stones stood a little boy in one shirt, chubby, with a big, outsplingive belly and on thin legs, the same, which used to stand in the women. With a stupid surprise and not without fear, seeing in front of himself the immigrants from the world, he, not blinking and drowned his mouth, looked around the Kumachi shirt of the horses and a bunch. The red shirt shirt and caressed him, and the brush and the people who slept under it were excited by his curiosity; Perhaps he himself did not notice how pleasant red and curiosity pulled it out of the village down, and probably now was surprised at her courage. The neighbor looked at him for a long time, and he is an eye. Both were silent and felt some awkwardness. After a long silence, the neighbor asked: - How to call you? Stranger's cheeks even more swollen; He pressed his back to the stone, drove his eyes, stirred her lips and replied to Sipl Bas: - Tit. More boys did not tell each other a word. After pacing a little more and without tearing off the eye from the neighbor, the mysterious title looked up one leg, groped the heel point of the support and climbed onto a stone; Hence, he, the stirring back and looking at the stop on the neighbor, accurately fearing so that he did not hit him from behind, rose to the next stone and was so climbed until he had disappeared at the top of the Bug. Having hugged his eyes, the neighbor hugged his knees and bowed his head ... The hot rays burned his head, neck and back. The guy song was silent, then again rushed in the standing, stuffy air, the stream of monotonously bungled, horses chewed, and the time stretched endlessly, accurately and it was frozen and stopped. It seemed that in the morning a hundred years had passed since the morning ... didn't God want to frightened the hills in this air and, like hills, would be all right in one place? Friend lifted his head and looked forward to his headed eyes; Lilovaya Dal, who was still still fixed, dressed and, together with the sky, rushed somewhere even further ... She pulled the painful grass for his way, Escock, and the neighbor rushed with an unusual speed for running away. Some power silently attracted him somewhere, and behind him, he was stern and whom the song. The neighbor bowed his head and closed his eyes ... The first woke up Deniska. His something bitted, because he jumped, quickly scratched his shoulder and said: - Anathema Idolov, no dating you! Then he went to the stream, got drunk and washed for a long time. His snort and splashing of water brought an end from forgotten. The boy looked at his wet face, covered with drops and major freckles that did face like marble, and asked: - Let's go soon? Deniska looked at how high the sun stands, and replied: - Should, soon. He wrapped her shirt with a very serious face, jumped on one leg. - Well, who is speeding up to the source! -he said. The neighbor was exhausted by heat and poluls, but still rocked him. Deniska was already about 20 years old, he served in Kucherach and was going to marry, but did not stop being small. He loved to let snakes, drive the pigeons, play in grandmother, run along and always intervened in children's games and quarrels. It was necessary only to go to the owners to leave or sleep so that he would do something like jumped on one leg or throwing the pebbles. Any adult, at the sight of that sincere hobbies, with which he frolicked in the Society of youngsters, it was difficult to stay in order not to speak: "Singing Duby!" Children, on the invasion of a large Coucher, did not see anything strange in their area: let him play, just not fought! Exactly, small dogs do not see anything strange when some big, sincere dog begins in their company and starts playing with them. Deniska overtake the neighbor and, apparently, remained very satisfied with this. He winks his eye and to show that he could slip on one leg as you like a space, suggested by the hook, wouldn't he want to slip with him on the road and from there, not resting, back to Bricchka? The neighbor rejected this proposal, because he was very much disappeared and weakened. Suddenly Deniska did a very serious face, which he did not do, even when Kuzmichov spared him or walked on him with a stick; Listening, he quietly fell on one knee, and on his face it seemed to the expression of rigor and fear, which happens in people who hearing heresy. He aimed at one point with his eyes, slowly raised his hands-folded brush, folded by a boat, and suddenly fell his stomach on the ground and slapped the grass with a boat. - There is! "It's a triumphantly and, insert, brought to the eyes of the Great Grasshop. Thinking that this is a nice grasshopper, Egorushka and Deniska stroked his fingers on a wide green back and took his mustache. Then Denisk caught a fatty fly, pumping blood, and suggested her grasshopper. He is very indifferent, for sure for a long time he was already familiar with Denis, put on his big, similar to the jaws and drove the belly to the fly. He was released, he flashed with a pink lining of his wings and, dropping into the grass, immediately shook his song. Released and flies; She plays the wings and without belly flew to the horses. From under the bright heard a deep breath. It woke up Kuzmichov. He quickly raised his head, looked restlessly to the distance, and on this look, didn't seem closely behind the neighbor and Denis, it was clear that, waking up, he thought about wool and Varlamov. - Father Christopher, get up, it's time! He spoke alarmed. - It will sleep, and so it slept! Deniska, harness! O. Khristofor woke up with such a smile, with what fell asleep. His face came out of his sleep, piled up and, it seemed to be twice as much. Ham and dressed in, he slowly pulled out a small felling psalter from his pocket and, becoming a face to the east, began to read and be baptized with a shield. - Father Christopher! - said ukrizninno Kuzmichov. "It's time to go, it's ready to go, and you are to God ..." Now, now ... "- I felt about. Christopher. - It is necessary to read the caphysis ... I did not even read now. - It is possible after with cabs. - Ivan Ivanovich, for every day I have a position ... it is impossible. - God would not recover. While a quarter of an hour about. Christopher stood motionlessly face to the east and moved his lips, and Kuzmichov looked at him with hatred and impatiently shrugged. Especially he was angry when about. Christopher after every "glory" drawn the air, quickly baptized and deliberately loudly, so that others were baptized, spoke three times: - Allyluha, Allilua, Allilua, glory to you, God! Finally he smiled, looked up on the sky and putting a psalter in his pocket, said: - FINI! (3) In a minute, the bridge was drove down. I just went back, and not further, the travelers saw the same thing as before noon. The hills are still toned in Lilova Dali, and there was no visible to their end; Flushed Burjan, a cobblestone, the compressed stripes rushed, and the same rags yes Korushun, solidly cheating with wings, flew over the steppe. The air is more frozen from the heat and silence, the submissive nature of the chainel in silence ... neither wind, no vigorous, fresh sound, nor cloud. But finally, when the sun began to descend to the West, the steppe, hills and the air could not stand the oppression and, detecting patience, angry, tried to lose their yoke. Due to the hills, the ashenian-gray curly cloud appeared unexpected. It was overloaded with the steppe - I say, ready - and frowned. Suddenly there was something in the current air, the wind pulled greatly and with noise, with a whistle spoke on the steppe. The immediate grass and last year's burly raised Ropot, dust spirally spiral on the road, ran along the steppe and, fascinating the straw, dragonflies and feathers, a black tagged post rose to the sky and climbed the sun. On the steppe, along and across, stumbling and jumping, ran the river-field, and one of them got into the whirlwind, was spinning, like a bird flew to the sky and, turning out there in a black point, disappeared. After him, the other, then the third, and the neighbor saw how two rolling-field were encountered in blue embroidery and clung to each other, like on a duel. At the very road, he drove strepts. Flusted with the wings and tail, he, flooded with the sun, looked like a fishing gloss or on a pond moth, when he flashes over the water, wings merge with the mustache and it seems that the mustache grow from him and in front, and behind, and from the sides. .. A trembling in the air, like an insect, playing with your Mottroke, Strept rose highly up in a straight line, then, probably frightened with a cloud of dust, rushed to the side and for a long time it was already visible. .. But, who is alarmed by swirl and not understanding what is the matter, the corker flew out of the grass. He flew behind the wind, and not against, like all the birds; From this his feathers were embarrassed, all he swelled to the magnitude of the chicken and had a very angry, an impressive look. Only the grits, who were in the steppe and accustomed to the steppe poros, were restned over the grass or indifferent, not paying attention to anything, dreamed by their thick kerats. Through the hills thundered thunder; Cooked freshness. Deniska hung fun and drove down horses. O. Khristofore and Kuzmichov, holding his hats, rushed their eyes to the hills ... well, if it splashed raining! It would still seem to be a slight effort, one sweat, and the steppe would take the top. But the invisible oppressive force had little to face the wind and the air, laid dust, and again, as if nothing had happened, silence was coming. The cloud was hidden, the tanned hills frowned, the air was submolded and only the alarmed chibises were crying somewhere and complained about fate ... Then the evening came soon. III in the evening twilight seemed a large one-storey house with a rusty iron roof and with dark windows. This house was called a poshorn yard, although there was no courtyard near him and he stood in the middle of the steppe, not fenced. The pitiful cherry kindergarten with a shoulder dawned somewhat away from him, and under the windows, bowing his heavy heads, stood sleeping sunflowers. In the kindergarten, a small mill, delivered to frighten the hare beds. More at home was not visible and nothing to hear, except for the steppe. Barely Brica stopped near the porch with a canopy, as joyful voices were heard in the house - one male, another female, "the door was on the block, and near the brush in one instant grew a high skinny figure, waving his hands and faldami. It was the owner of the innochy courtyard Moycei Moyseych, a middle-aged person with a very pale face and with black, like a mascara, a beautiful beard. He was dressed in a worn black coat, who dangled on his narrow shoulders, like on a hanger, and cheated Faldami, precisely with wings, whenever Moyasi Moyseych, from joy or horror splashed his hands. In addition to the surpetice, the owner had even wide white pantalons of an eye and velvet vest with red flowers similar to giant bedbugs. Moyasi Moyseych, having learned from the arrogant, first froze from the influx of feelings, then threw his hands and groaned. The Sutuk waved him by Faldami, the back bent in the arc and the pale face was shouted with such a smile, as if seeing a bunch for him was not only pleasant, but painfully sweet. - Oh, my God, my God! - He spoke to a subtle singer voice, choking, fussing and having silent passengers to get out of the bright passengers. - And such a happy day for me today! Ah, so what I'm tapper should do! Ivan Ivanovich! Father Christopher! What a pretty carney sits on the goats, God forbid me! Oh, God, mine, what am I standing in one place and not calling the guests? Sick, I apologize ... Please, please! Let me all your things ... Oh, my God! Moise Moyseych, Boy in the Bricchka and helping to come to get out, suddenly turned back and shouted with such a wild, inwilled voice, as if shattered and called to the rescue: - Solomon! Solomon! - Solomon! Solomon! - repeated a female voice in the house. The door on the block hung up, and a low young Jew, red, red, with a large bird nose and a lot of hard curly hair seemed on the threshold; He was dressed in a short, very worn jacket, with rounded faldami and short-sleeved, and in short triking trousers, which he himself seemed short and coughs like a poultry docked. It was Solomon, Brother Moycei Moytesich. He is silently, not healthy, but only somehow strangely smiling, approached Briton. - Ivan Ivanovich and Father Christopher arrived! - Slap with him Moysey Moyseych so tone, as if he was afraid that he would not believe him. - Ai, Wai, amazing business, such good people They took yes! Well, take, Solomon, things! Sick dear guests! Some weather Kuzmichov, oh. Christopher and Egorushka were already in a big, gloomy and empty room behind the old oak table. This table was almost alone, as in a large room, except for him, a wide sofa with a leaky linen and three chairs, there was no other furniture. Yes, and chairs would not have decided to name chairs. It was some kind of miserable similarity of furniture with the adolescent adhesive and with unnaturally huge backs of the backs, attached to the chairs of great similarity with children's sleighs. It was difficult to understand how convenience did an unknown joiner, bending so much chain, and I wanted to think that it was not a joiner, and some passion storm, who wanted to boast by his strength, bent the chairs of the back, then took up straight Beyond more. The room seemed gloomy. The walls were sulfur, the ceiling and eaves are buried, the gaps stretched on the floor and the holes of incomprehensible origin stretched (it was thought that they had a heel had a heel in the same strongman), and it seemed that there were dozen lamps in the room, then she would not cease to be dark. Neither on the walls nor on the windows there was nothing like decoration. However, on one wall in a gray wooden frame hung some rules with a double-headed eagle, and on the other, in the same frame, some kind of engraving with the inscription: "indifference of people." What kind of people were indifferent - it was impossible to be impossible, since the engraving strongly swept from time to time and was generously argued with flies. It smelled into the room with something intense and sour. By entering guests to the room, Moyasi Moyseych continued to bend, splash his hands, shook and happily exclaimed - it thought it was necessary to do it in order to seem unusually polite and courtesy. - When did our vendors come here? - asked him Kuzmichov. "One party passed today in the morning, and the other, Ivan Ivanich, rested here at lunch and left in the evening. - And ... drove here Varlamov or not? - No, Ivan Ivanovich. Yesterday, Gregory Egorch was drove in the morning and said that he had to be Taperchka on the farm at Molokan. - Well. So, we are now catching up, and then to the milk. - Yes, God is with you, Ivan Ivanovich! - was horrified by Moise Moyseych, splashing his hands. - Where do you go to night? You have a dinner on healthy and permanently, and tomorrow, God will give, we will go along and catch anyone! - Once, once ... Sorry, Moisy Moyseych, another time somehow, and now not the time. We will sit in a quarter of a watch and go, but you can spend the night and the milk can. - Quarter of Hasik! - scolded Moise Moyseych. - Yes, you will have God, Ivan Ivanovich! You make me make me hide your cap and locked the door to the lock! You even snatch and teach tea! "Once upon all, we have tea with sugars," said Kuzmichov. Moise Moyseych bowed the head of the side, bent his knees and put forward his palm, accurately defending off from shocks, and with painful-sweet smile began to begging: - Ivan Ivanovich! Father Christopher! Be so kind, attempt with me seagull! Did I really have such a bad person that I can not even drink tea? Ivan Ivanovich! "Well, you can drink a seagull," Christopher's father sighed sympathetically. - It will not delay.- Lisa ... - Morked doctor, suddenly interested filed to the computer screen, sighing and reducing his, separately and widely living on the face of eyebrows (never knew how to pretend how to write off at the school). - Lisa you are mine, lysonka ...
- And you were right! - She continued with something cheerful pressure, it was fastened to touching the restless fingers on a polished tabletop - a bronze staple with paper clips, a stapler, a souvenir dancer-Hasida with a raised knee, then setting them in a flat line, then the movement of the index finger again wrapped apart. - The right was that it was necessary to start with a room in a quarry, I cut everything out! I have complised everything in my life, Boria, without looking back, nothing fearless. I am now internally free, completely free from him! I'm no longer a puppet that you can ...
And here, intercepting a helpless look of Boris, directed over her head in far corner Rooms, instantly turned around.
We followed the stormy, the jerks produced by Misanszen: two men, as a team, jumped up, and only sacchas lacked in their hands to flush the removable butterfly. However, everything continued not more than five seconds.
She silently dropped to the chair, closed his face with his palms and so froze.
- Lisa ... - Dr. Gorelik, Punzovaya, Unhappy, went around the table and carefully touched it with a convulsion, children's eye shoulders. - You're clever and everyone who is myself ... Well, well, Lisa, please do not be so terrible! You yourself know that the period is needed by E-Mm ... adaptation. There are also household circumstances, Lisa! We must be considered. A person cannot live outside the society, in the air, nowhere ... You have already recovered, it's true, and ... everything is fine, and everyone, believe me, will be just great ... But so far you understand ... You're smart ... Petya only temporarily - Think - Times, but ... n y, just in as u-mm... friendly shoulder ...
TOT, B. as a friendly shoulder, with a sacrificed bony face, with a pulsating pit under the ribs, looked empty eyes in a window where running gifts bringingthe hands of the Black Magnifier-guard slowly five in the direction of the automatic gate grille, passing the car to the territory of the Machine-Ambuna ...
He knew that these first minutes would be exactly such: her bare helpless hatred; His, if neither twist, bare helpless violence. Always prepared for these damn minutes - and never was ready for them.
* * *
All the way to Eilat, he externally remained unperturbed, the melancholy missed, sometimes he applied to her with any insignificant issue:
- Do you want from the window or? ..
She, of course, did not answer.
This is normal, he told himself, everything is like last time. Hopefully on Eilat - the forecasts promised there Paradise blue and ruddy mountains there - and relied on a hotel for which, with all their seasonal wells, laid out dazzling money.
While flown, until they settled into the luxurious to the rippled room on the ninth floor, with a balcony on a drying of long lights in the water of the bay, on the yellow-blue electric caria of such a close Aqaba, - already with a hemet ...
They descended and silently dinner in the Chinese restaurant in two steps away from the sea, among the lobasto-labeled, in the lacquered scales, indoor dragons placed around the perimeter of the hall. She has studied the menu for a long time and then fifteen minutes tortured the waiter - a centerast, quite natural as a Chinese (probably still Thailate) - for the composition of sauces. She is always not bad twitter and in French and in English: fathers heritage.
In the end, ordered uncomfortable something. At the very tricky look at the impenetrable eye blocked "Aiu Tu", after which he tried to custody with sweet-sweet pods, mixed with pieces of acute chicken meat. There was not at all at all, although for the last time he ate - or rather, drank vodka from a plastic cup - at night, on the plane. And knew that there could not be as long as ...
After dinner, she passed - she is ahead, he follows - on fun, stupid and cramped trades and shops of the embankment, where the wind has been raised to the colorful shoers, glistened to scribble and long threads of trampoline bells. Following the withers of the Dutch pavement over the channel, in black water whom the fiery zigzag swung a string of the nearest hotel; Plowed between the racks of the bookstore "Stematsky", where she unexpectedly rushed (a good sign!) And ten minutes, bowing to the shoulder of the sheaf of Kudrey, read, moved his lips, the names of books in the Russian department (three shelves of the Russian divorce delved here ). He hurried to ask: "Would you like any? .." - a mistake, a mistake! - She turned silently and headed for the exit; He is behind her ...
In the distance, the gigantic tower of some funny attraction has flown in black sky Fireball, expiring by a ceiling maiden squeal.
She was all silent, but, silently throwing her view illuminated by light showcases and lanterns profile of a stained glass angel, he had noticed with hope, as a little leaving her lips, deepening a tiny scar in the left corner of his mouth, as a slightly rounded chin, his mustard honey eyes shine lively ... And when they approached the attraction and inside the illuminated ball, we saw a funny girl with a girl in a soldier's uniform, she looked around at him, without holding the smile, and he died to smile to her in response ...
The hotel returned to ten, and still drank in the hotel bar. Some kind of dragging liquor (like here, the hell is all expensive!); Finally, they entered the glass cylinder of a silent elevator and floated up, rapidly, as if in a dream, riding transparent floors one on another. Then, on the endless carpet silence of the corridor, along the trembling - on the Black Mountains - a crystal cloud of lights reached the right door, and - here it is, in the underwater light of semi-mounted vesters, their huge aquarium with slipwall in full swing balcony, with a magnificent, surgically white bathroom. Bravo, parsley!
While she splashhed in the soul (the complex polyphony of the tight pressure of water, whisperingly murmur jets, the last sighs of the dying drops, finally, the buzz of the hair dryer; for a moment, even imagined murbines? .. No, I was mistaken, do not hurry, it's behind the wall or from the next balcony) , he embarked the Beliesh Arctic bed with two huge icebergs of pillows, undressed, broke the pigtail, cheating out five thick blacks with a bright recapture of the panels, and thus transformed into a perfect Indian already, especially since he was semi-free, in the old Soviet T-shirt and shorts, he is strange Increased the housing fancy, discovered unexpectedly developed muscles of paniced predatory body.
Litting on the bed, pulled out his eternal tablet from the backpack with sketches and drawings, thinking about a minute, whether it is worth pulling all this farm before it. And I decided: nothing terrible, she does not think she, that he changed the craft. Let everything be as usual. Dr. Gorelik said: Let everything as usual. By the way, looking for a pencil in the innumerable pockets of the backpack, it came across five folded tubes of hundred dollar paper, which the struggle managed to squeeze into a box with her lithium tablets. Ah, the struggle ...
He remembered how he fussed, accomplishing them to the gate: a good doctor Aibolit, a giant, who does not know where to do himself; He patted my back softly, as if trying to straighten his stuff, and stumbled foolishly puzzily:
- take off! Is the legitimate my spouse, but?! - And Lisa never turned around.
... finally came out - in this huge terry bathrobe (and anyone would be great), with a white chhalmy on his head. Featuring the floors with both hands and still Kosolapos on them coming, she is hi, little flour! - broke through the balcony and there was a long time that there was thin, folding thin, in the wide sleeves, hands on the railing, like a diligent schoolgirl at the desk. I looked at the black wide watery of water with smoky-pomegranate caveals of yachts and ships and a non-wornly circling crowd on the boardwalk. There fun just started. They are both, the slurry galler's slaves, all their lives are used to fit no later than eleven.
Returning to the room, she stopped in front of him - he was already lying in bed, clinging to a sharp nose ridiculous round glasses and focusfully chirk something on a sheet in the tablet, - he pulled the towel from his head, instantly pounding the carmine heat in the firebox of the cockle Chekhannaya hatred said, turning to him for the first time:
- Only the daiming to touch me!
Silence. He crushed rubber crumbs from a sheet on which in search of the best motor function developed a fundamentally new mechanic of the elbow puppet node, and answered somewhat even scattered:
- Well, you're babe ... Lag, or then we getab.
In both temples, the grueling hammer is still baked. And, it seems, damn it, he forgot his pills from pressure. Nothing, nothing ... Actually, today he has not hoped for anything. And in general, everything is so beautiful that even hard to believe.
For about forty, he still tried to work, for the first time in many weeks feeling on the left, the blissful presence of a tight wrapped terry cocoon cocoon with a lightly twisted at any turn of the head of a dummy hair and a thin, outwarded knee. It freezes, caught up ... silent! Along, lying, parsley, you are sleepy, and someday you will be rewarded, old olukh.
Finally, stretched to the switch - how comfortably arranged here! - And at once, redeemed the room, lighting the black silver of the bay of the balcony ...
In the pulsating dusk from the depths of the hotel, from somewhere from the bottom deck, there was intermittent - through the noise of the waterfront, the clinks of the dishes in the restaurant and the coming bursts of the female laughter - a ripple of music, barely reaching their converted balcony.
Shooting cameras went there and here the double bass, as if a certain fat man, ridiculously squeezed, certainly wanted someone to laugh. He said to him in the patter of street split monotonously gave way to Banjo, and the fat man was affectionate, fade away and tried to squeeze, pulling the pretzel with fun syncopes; Banjo blendly jumped with dense bunches of chords, and, begging with an idolly flirting guitar and a naked wrinkling violin, everything merged into an old old focus and worn into the sea, to the invisible from here yacht ...
He lay, having laid his hands behind his head, listening to the world behind the balcony, to the bay's light morning rustling, gradually internally, although continuing to dellets alert, anxious and painful happiness ... lying, gleaming in the lunar sevendentum by cast muscles, - As the overwhelmed fruit of chestnut, - and did not move when she moved, released from the bathrobe - in a dream? No, he did not doubt a minute that she wakes up, - and jurmed under the blanket, rolled out there, who hurts him with the accumulated warmth, being suddenly quite near (lying, dog!), - Although in the expanses of this majestic bed it was possible to ride a bike ...
All his muscles, all thoughts and unfortunate nerves stretched to the limit when they fit the fountain of the accumulated pain from herself ... And this just a minute he felt her hot palm on his tense hip. This palm, as if surprised by a strange find, decided to prove the boundaries of the subject ...
"I missed, he thought, missed, but you did not move, did not move ... no one ..." - and did not bring torture, leaned to her with all the body, timidly met her hand, twisted his fingers ...
In the next moment, the holly fell, rather grand for such a small hand, shook his ringing head.
- Do not dare !!! She shouted. - Beloglazaya bastard !!! - and buried so desperately and scary that if the neighbors did not drive this hour in the zucchi and the promenade bars, some of them would definitely call the police. And, by the way, this happened ...
He jumped up and first did a balcony door; And while she proceeded by unfulfilled sobbing sobs, silently rushed at the number, losing this indispensable stage returnWho actually expected not today, but, it can be seen, she missed it so much, so missed, my poor! Yes, and too much today it fell on her, too fast change decorations - from the hospital chamber to these palace chambers ... Maybe this is his next mistake, maybe it was worth removing a modest room in an inexpensive boarding house? And why is he, a dog idiot, never feels her mood?!
When she finally stood, having clogged under the blanket, he truncated, sat down next to her on her bed and was sitting for a long time, thoughtfully sludgeed, holding his palm between his knees, still not deciding to lie down the other side of the ridge of the blanket ...
Downstairs still laid a quartet; The guys honestly left their hack to deep night. They played well, with taste and some of even the Guests to make a program from the jazz music of thirtieth-forties, and sounded, nevertheless sounded in these melodies warm, naive and sad hope: a little more, even a bit endure, and everything will work out! Tomorrow everything will be different ... Sun, breeze, the sea boats ... BUYUZNY BUY ... Any ring, what else is there?
Suddenly - after a long pause, when he decided that the musicians had already received the calculation for today and, squeezed to the extreme table, put the salads into the plates, - broke out, smiled and swam the motive of Minor Swing, Dzhang Rainhardt, drove, drove into each cell His bodies ... It would be: he would take his number with Ellis at a hundred times ... Yes - yes: these several rhythmic and perky tacts of entry, in the continuation of which - in Pharaka, in ballroom lacquers - he managed to slip out on the stage and pick it up Lonely sitting in the chair.
And then it began: under marzipan grains violin and dry beats Banjo enters the main melody: Tara-Rarra-Rira-Rira-ah ... and - Ump-Ump-Ump! - Double bass fade, and before the interruption itself, to the tart of violin silence: JU-Didu Ji-Ju-Ji-Ji-Aaa! - Ellis moves here, under his right hand, the grinding sheaf her Kudrey tickles his cheek ... op! - Interception - four steps left - interception and - op! - Again the interception is four to the right, and went-went, went, my baby, synchronously: leg to foot, right-left, right-left, sharply to all the case - sharp, sharp! OP! Tara-Rarur Ruri Rira-ah ... And now you like a languid silk flap on my hand: swim under the melancholic loss guitar and violin, swim, swim ... only fiery curls, having flown off the elbow, pegs and go, and snatch, As for the flow of the stream ...
He did not pay attention, as he himself was already filing out of bed, and swimming, and pegs in a full-length dusk at night - the right hand, hugging a thin back of an invisible partner, bent into the elbow, left beggingly stretched - and swims, and swims through the mocking-sensual labyrinth " Minor swing "...
He traded the complex counterpoint of the smallest movements; Skilled his fingers, they moved all the levers and buttons, with the help of which the languid gestures were removed now, the baby ellis, - so they cause perfumes from the kingdom of darkness. His spine, neck, sensitive shoulders, hands and legs of the feet knew the izubok every centimeter of the rhythmic pattern of this complex and the hardest dance, which applauds the public in many halls of the world; He spinled and intercepted, and, having embarrassed his chin, threw an intentional fragile shadow on the left elbow, right away, then stopping himself as the inspected, then predatoryly leaning over her, then pressing her to his chest ... And all this performed absolutely automatically as if b, Having thoughtfully, went on a familiar street, without giving a report in the direction and goals of the path, do not hear even their own steps. If the movement would be left in the air, then the most difficult pattern would gradually abandoned the viewer: exquisite, hidden weaving lace, cigarette carpet ...
The railing of the balcony, the palm trees high above the jets, was firmly screwed in the starry sky perfectly worked, although the exaggerated sizes of the copper moon, squeezed before the arrogant shine (the illuminators were rearranged). She flooded not only the entire bay, with all his shores, boats and boats at the berths; She invaded the persistent paraffin glow in the room, giving each item for a whole piece of black shadow, leaving on the walls squeezed strokes, intricate monograms and precipitated monograms, without end, launching and launching a lace carousel of the shadows ...
And if at least someone could witness this strange picture: a miniature woman in a deep forgetting and a man with a moon face, with really very bright, even in a twilight with his eyes, which was again around her in a rapid, broken slutty dance, the hot palm is a handful of emptiness, Attracting this emptiness to his chest and frozen in the instant convulsion of passion, - such a witness could well take this scene for the social finder of a fashion director.
The real surprise (even, perhaps, the admiration) deserved only one thing: a sharp and awkward, a sutured man in funny family shorts and a cheap T-shirt in the dance was so fascinatingly plastic, so ironically sad and so in love with a precious emptiness under the right elbow ...
With the last chased turn of his head Music Smallkla. The carousel of the shadows was the last time of the wires along the walls of all its ghost carriages and became.
Two or three minutes he did not move, having losing the silent applause of the hall; Then swung, dropping his hands, as if dropping the invisible burden, took a step-other to the balcony and slowly opened the door, inlet inside the tight breath of the night bay ...
His face shone ... Just silently, as danced, he burst into bed, on which his beloved was frozen by a real body. I exhaled deeply, knelt down at the head of the head, the cheek pressed against the blanket over her shoulder and whispered:
- Do not hurry ... do not hurry, my happiness ...
- take off! Is the legitimate my spouse, but?! - And Lisa never turned around.
... finally came out - in this huge terry bathrobe (and anyone would be great), with a white chhalmy on his head. Featuring the floors with both hands and still Kosolapos on them coming, she is hi, little flour! - broke through the balcony and there was a long time that there was thin, folding thin, in the wide sleeves, hands on the railing, like a diligent schoolgirl at the desk. I looked at the black wide watery of water with smoky-pomegranate caveals of yachts and ships and a non-wornly circling crowd on the boardwalk. There fun just started. They are both, the slurry galler's slaves, all their lives are used to fit no later than eleven.
Returning to the room, she stopped in front of him - he was already lying in bed, clinging to a sharp nose ridiculous round glasses and focusfully chirk something on a sheet in the tablet, - he pulled the towel from his head, instantly pounding the carmine heat in the firebox of the cockle Chekhannaya hatred said, turning to him for the first time:
- Only the daiming to touch me!
Silence. He crushed rubber crumbs from a sheet on which in search of the best motor function developed a fundamentally new mechanic of the elbow puppet node, and answered somewhat even scattered:
- Well, you're babe ... Lag, or then we getab.
In both temples, the grueling hammer is still baked. And, it seems, damn it, he forgot his pills from pressure. Nothing, nothing ... Actually, today he has not hoped for anything. And in general, everything is so beautiful that even hard to believe.
For about forty, he still tried to work, for the first time in many weeks feeling on the left, the blissful presence of a tight wrapped terry cocoon cocoon with a lightly twisted at any turn of the head of a dummy hair and a thin, outwarded knee. It freezes, caught up ... silent! Along, lying, parsley, you are sleepy, and someday you will be rewarded, old olukh.
Finally, stretched to the switch - how comfortably arranged here! - And at once, redeemed the room, lighting the black silver of the bay of the balcony ...
In the pulsating dusk from the depths of the hotel, from somewhere from the bottom deck, there was intermittent - through the noise of the waterfront, the clinks of the dishes in the restaurant and the coming bursts of the female laughter - a ripple of music, barely reaching their converted balcony.
Shooting cameras went there and here the double bass, as if a certain fat man, ridiculously squeezed, certainly wanted someone to laugh. He said to him in the patter of street split monotonously gave way to Banjo, and the fat man was affectionate, fade away and tried to squeeze, pulling the pretzel with fun syncopes; Banjo blendly jumped with dense bunches of chords, and, begging with an idolly flirting guitar and a naked wrinkling violin, everything merged into an old old focus and worn into the sea, to the invisible from here yacht ...
He lay, having laid his hands behind his head, listening to the world behind the balcony, to the bay's light morning rustling, gradually internally, although continuing to dellets alert, anxious and painful happiness ... lying, gleaming in the lunar sevendentum by cast muscles, - As the overwhelmed fruit of chestnut, - and did not move when she moved, released from the bathrobe - in a dream? No, he did not doubt a minute that she wakes up, - and jurmed under the blanket, rolled out there, who hurts him with the accumulated warmth, being suddenly quite near (lying, dog!), - Although in the expanses of this majestic bed it was possible to ride a bike ...
All his muscles, all thoughts and unfortunate nerves stretched to the limit when they fit the fountain of the accumulated pain from herself ... And this just a minute he felt her hot palm on his tense hip. This palm, as if surprised by a strange find, decided to prove the boundaries of the subject ...
"I missed, he thought, missed, but you did not move, did not move ... no one ..." - and did not bring torture, leaned to her with all the body, timidly met her hand, twisted his fingers ...
In the next moment, the holly fell, rather grand for such a small hand, shook his ringing head.
- Do not dare !!! She shouted. - Beloglazaya bastard !!! - and buried so desperately and scary that if the neighbors did not drive this hour in the zucchi and the promenade bars, some of them would definitely call the police. And, by the way, this happened ...
He jumped up and first did a balcony door; And while she proceeded by unfulfilled sobbing sobs, silently rushed at the number, losing this indispensable stage returnWho actually expected not today, but, it can be seen, she missed it so much, so missed, my poor! Yes, and too much today it fell on her, too fast change decorations - from the hospital chamber to these palace chambers ... Maybe this is his next mistake, maybe it was worth removing a modest room in an inexpensive boarding house? And why is he, a dog idiot, never feels her mood?!
When she finally stood, having clogged under the blanket, he truncated, sat down next to her on her bed and was sitting for a long time, thoughtfully sludgeed, holding his palm between his knees, still not deciding to lie down the other side of the ridge of the blanket ...
Downstairs still laid a quartet; The guys honestly left their hack to deep night. They played well, with taste and some of even the Guests to make a program from the jazz music of thirtieth-forties, and sounded, nevertheless sounded in these melodies warm, naive and sad hope: a little more, even a bit endure, and everything will work out! Tomorrow everything will be different ... Sun, breeze, the sea boats ... BUYUZNY BUY ... Any ring, what else is there?
Suddenly - after a long pause, when he decided that the musicians had already received the calculation for today and, squeezed to the extreme table, put the salads into the plates, - broke out, smiled and swam the motive of Minor Swing, Dzhang Rainhardt, drove, drove into each cell His bodies ... It would be: he would take his number with Ellis at a hundred times ... Yes - yes: these several rhythmic and perky tacts of entry, in the continuation of which - in Pharaka, in ballroom lacquers - he managed to slip out on the stage and pick it up Lonely sitting in the chair.
And then it began: under marzipan grains violin and dry beats Banjo enters the main melody: Tara-Rarra-Rira-Rira-ah ... and - Ump-Ump-Ump! - Double bass fade, and before the interruption itself, to the tart of violin silence: JU-Didu Ji-Ju-Ji-Ji-Aaa! - Ellis moves here, under his right hand, the grinding sheaf her Kudrey tickles his cheek ... op! - Interception - four steps left - interception and - op! - Again the interception is four to the right, and went-went, went, my baby, synchronously: leg to foot, right-left, right-left, sharply to all the case - sharp, sharp! OP! Tara-Rarur Ruri Rira-ah ... And now you like a languid silk flap on my hand: swim under the melancholic loss guitar and violin, swim, swim ... only fiery curls, having flown off the elbow, pegs and go, and snatch, As for the flow of the stream ...
He did not pay attention, as he himself was already filing out of bed, and swimming, and pegs in a full-length dusk at night - the right hand, hugging a thin back of an invisible partner, bent into the elbow, left beggingly stretched - and swims, and swims through the mocking-sensual labyrinth " Minor swing "...
He traded the complex counterpoint of the smallest movements; Skilled his fingers, they moved all the levers and buttons, with the help of which the languid gestures were removed now, the baby ellis, - so they cause perfumes from the kingdom of darkness. His spine, neck, sensitive shoulders, hands and legs of the feet knew the izubok every centimeter of the rhythmic pattern of this complex and the hardest dance, which applauds the public in many halls of the world; He spinled and intercepted, and, having embarrassed his chin, threw an intentional fragile shadow on the left elbow, right away, then stopping himself as the inspected, then predatoryly leaning over her, then pressing her to his chest ... And all this performed absolutely automatically as if b, Having thoughtfully, went on a familiar street, without giving a report in the direction and goals of the path, do not hear even their own steps. If the movement would be left in the air, then the most difficult pattern would gradually abandoned the viewer: exquisite, hidden weaving lace, cigarette carpet ...
The railing of the balcony, the palm trees high above the jets, was firmly screwed in the starry sky perfectly worked, although the exaggerated sizes of the copper moon, squeezed before the arrogant shine (the illuminators were rearranged). She flooded not only the entire bay, with all his shores, boats and boats at the berths; She invaded the persistent paraffin glow in the room, giving each item for a whole piece of black shadow, leaving on the walls squeezed strokes, intricate monograms and precipitated monograms, without end, launching and launching a lace carousel of the shadows ...
And if at least someone could witness this strange picture: a miniature woman in a deep forgetting and a man with a moon face, with really very bright, even in a twilight with his eyes, which was again around her in a rapid, broken slutty dance, the hot palm is a handful of emptiness, Attracting this emptiness to his chest and frozen in the instant convulsion of passion, - such a witness could well take this scene for the social finder of a fashion director.
The real surprise (even, perhaps, the admiration) deserved only one thing: a sharp and awkward, a sutured man in funny family shorts and a cheap T-shirt in the dance was so fascinatingly plastic, so ironically sad and so in love with a precious emptiness under the right elbow ...
With the last chased turn of his head Music Smallkla. The carousel of the shadows was the last time of the wires along the walls of all its ghost carriages and became.
Two or three minutes he did not move, having losing the silent applause of the hall; Then swung, dropping his hands, as if dropping the invisible burden, took a step-other to the balcony and slowly opened the door, inlet inside the tight breath of the night bay ...
His face shone ... Just silently, as danced, he burst into bed, on which his beloved was frozen by a real body. I exhaled deeply, knelt down at the head of the head, the cheek pressed against the blanket over her shoulder and whispered:
- Do not hurry ... do not hurry, my happiness ...
Algorithm for performing punctuation marks in a complex sentence with two nearby alliances:
For example: "Airplanes buzzed somewhere over the head itself, and although they were not visible, the black shadow was held on the people of girls" (A. Fadeev). Cf. : "Airplanes buzzed somewhere over the head somewhere, and although they were not visible, but the black shadow from their wings took place on the people of girls." Another example: "He knew that if the train fails, he would not meet it," where the comma does not put, since the word "if" corresponds to the word "that".
Levinson
The alarming did not allow Levinson to move off the whole of this bulky Mahine: he was afraid to make a rash step. New facts were confirmed, then dispelled his fears. More than once he accused himself in an excessive caution, especially when it became known that the Japanese left the wings, and the intelligence did not find the enemy for many dozens of Luzst. However, no one, except Starsky, did not know that Levinson could fluctuate at all: he did not share with anyone with his thoughts and feelings, he presented ready-made "yes" or "no." Therefore, he seemed to everyone, with the exception of such people as Oaks, Stashinsky, Goncharenko, a person's special, proper breed. Each partisan, especially the young cormorants, who is trying to resemble the commander in everything, adopted everything from him, even external manners. Levinson decided to swell in the taiga because he was not confident that the lower house of the Houchnihedze is free from the enemy. Despite terrible fatigue, at night, waking up, Levinson went to check the guard.
A. Fadeev "Rod".
In the woods
Going further into the forest, in a bluish mole, rugged by the Golden Rays of the Sun. In warm and comfort, the forests quietly breathe some kind of special noise, dreamy and exciting dreams. Creep tweezes, blinds ring, laughs a cuckoo, whistles Ivolga, the jealous championship of the finch is inevitably sounds, a strange bird sings - Shchur. (...) Squels squirrel, in the legs of the pine flashes her fluffy tail; You see an incredibly much, I want to see more and more, go further.
Between the slices are transparent aerial figures of huge people and disappear in green dense; Through her shines blue (...) sky. Under the legs lush carpet is moss (...), the bounds sparkles in the grass with blood drops, mushrooms tease with a strong smell.
Grandmother in the forest is exactly the mistress and native around around - she walks by the bear, he sees everything, he praises and thanks. (...) So we lived all summer, until late autumn, collecting herbs, berries, mushrooms and nuts. The collected grandmother sold, and they fed.
M. Gorky "Childhood".
Maxim Maximych
After parting with Maxim Maximesch, I was visible to the Teressian and Darialya gorge, had breakfast in Kazbek, drinking tea in Lars, and I slept to Vladikavkaz to dinner. I will get rid of you from the description of the mountains, from the exclamations that do not express anything, from paintings that do not depict anything, especially for those that have not been there, and from statistical comments that no one decisively read.
I stayed at the hotel where all the passages stop and where there is no one to say to roast the pheasant and cook, because there are three people with disabilities, which she is entrusted, so stupid that they cannot be achieved from them.
I was announced that I should live here for three more days, for "boning" from Ekaterinograd has not yet come and, therefore, cannot go back.
The first day I spent very boring; On the other, early in the morning, entering the courtyard of the cart ... and! Maxim Maximych!
Maxim Maximych was surprisingly well roasted Pheasant, successfully watered it with a cucumber brine, and I must confess that without him I would have to stay on our drying.
Intelligence Metelitsa
I send melaitsa to intelligence, Levinson punished him by anything to return the same night ... It was already completely dark when he had finally broke out of the taiga and stopped near the old and rotten, with the failed roof of Omchanika, as can be seen, long ago abandoned people.
He tied a horse and, grabbing a loose, scattered under the arms of the cutter, climbed the corner, risking to fall into a dark hole. Raised at the chain semi-bunted legs, he stood ten minutes not lying, glancingly peering and listening to the night, unidid on a dark background of the forest and even more like a predatory bird. In front of him lay the gloomy valley in dark stacks and groves, sandwiched with two rows of sobes, thickly inherent on the background of a nonlaskaya starry sky.
Metelitsa jumped into the saddle and drove on the road. Her blacks, long-haired hazes appeared in the grass. Thin trunks birchly belel in darkness as dull candles.
He climbed to the hill: On the left was still the black ridge of horses, bent as the ridge of a giant beast; Noisy river. The versts in two, must be near the river itself, the fire was burning, - he reminded Metelice about the syromest solitude of the shepherd of life; Further, crossing the road, the yellow, non-moving lights of the village stretched. The sinks line on the right turned to the side, lost in blue Mol; In this direction, the terrain has fallen greatly. As can be seen, the old river channel passed there; Along him, the sullen forest was covered.
"The swamps there, not otherwise," thought Metelitsa. It became cold: he was in an arched soldier player on top of the gymnastrics with torn buttons, with a swollen gate. He decided to go first to the fire.
A. Fadeev "Rod".
Hero of our time
The conversation ended with this, and we continued silently go to each other. The sun rolled out, and the night followed the day without a gap (...). I ordered to put my suitcase into the trolley, replace the bulls with horses and looked down the valley for the last time. A thick fog that smeared the waves from the gorge, covered it perfectly, and none
the sound did not reach our hearing. (...) The station remained with the mile. The circle was so quiet that the mosquito buzz could be followed by his flight. Left black deep gorge; Behind him and ahead of us, the dark blue vertices of the mountains were drawn on a pale sky, which still retained the last gleam dawn. On the dark sky, the stars began to shut, and it seemed to me that they were much higher than we had in the north. On both sides of the road sticking out naked black stones; Coy- where shrubs peeled out from under the snow, but not a single dry leaf moved, and it was fun to hear among this dead dream of nature Frying a tired postal triple and uneven ribbling of the Russian bell.
M. Lermontov "Hero of our time."
Why is the bike stable?
The bike should be stable due to the actions of his "rider", who, feeling that his crew leans, turns the steering wheel toward fall. The bike begins to move along the curve, the centrifugal force appears, directed to the side opposite to the slope. She straightens the car. This point of view explains why the fixed bicycle falls, why keep the equilibrium is the easier, the higher the speed, and why on a bicycle that does not turn the steering wheel, it is impossible to ride.
Nevertheless, this theory cannot be true, or at least it is not true to the end. Everyone who went on a bike, probably noticed that at high speed the bike was very stable and could not fall, even if it would want. On the go, the bike is largely stable, and the task of the saddle is not to interfere with the machine to exercise this stability.
It can be said, learning a ride on a bike in that and consists in order to instill a student confidence in the stability of the car and teach maintaining it with timely lightweight steering.
S. Grankovsky "Why a bicycle is stable?".
Spring
From the ground, the snow has not yet come down, and spring is already asking in the soul. If you ever recovered from a serious illness, then you know a blissful state when you get silent from vague premonitions and smile without any reason. Apparently, the same state is now experiencing nature.
The land is cold, dirt with snow squals under his feet, but as a circle everything is fun, gently, friendly! The air is so clear and transparent that if you climb into a dull or a bell tower, then it seems to see the whole universe from the edge to the edge. The sun shines brightly, and his rays, playing and smiling, bathe in the puddles together with sparrows. The river inflates and darkens, she has already woken up and not today, it is in charge. Trees goal, but already live, breathe.
At such a time, it is well driven by a broom or shovel dirty water in the ditches, to start the boat water or drop the heels is a stubborn ice.
Yes, everything is good at this happy time of year.
A. Chekhov (140 words)
Bezhin Mead.
I finally found out where I went. This meadow is famous in our crossways called Bezhinaya Meadows ... But there was no possibility to return home, especially at night; The legs were drunk under me from fatigue. I decided to approach the lights and, in the society of those people who accepted the rootes, wait for the dawn. I safely descended down, but I did not have time to release the last, grasp the branch, as suddenly two big, white shaggy dogs with an evil lan rushed at me. Children's voices rang around the lights, two or three boys quickly rose from the ground. I responded to their question cries. They ran up to me, withdrawal immediately dogs, who were particularly struck by the appearance of my Dianka, and I approached them.
These were peasant children from the neighboring villages who erased herd.
I. Turgenev "Bezhin Mead".
(123 words)
In the Ussuri region
The heavenly arch seemed a blue crystal bowl, which as if she was deliberately covered with the earth, exactly how they cover young shoots to grow rather. No breeze blowing down, not a single cloud in the sky. Horny air realized over the road. Trees and bushes are numb from heat and drooped foliage. The river flowed quietly, silently. The sun was reflected in the water, and it seemed like two sun shine: one from above, and the other was from somewhere. All small animals are hidden in their own badges. Only birds showed signs of life. The Manchurian lark had enough strength to describe the circles through the air and ringing the hot summer. In the palpalie near the road, I noticed two blue forty. Careful, cunning birds were jumping on the branches, cleverly slipped in foliage and frightly looked around. In another place, in the old swampy duct, I scared the northern plus - a small gray-green bird with a yellow belly and yellow neck. She rose to the air to fly away, but saw dragonfly and, nor little embarrassed by my presence, began to hunt.
(112 words)
Frontal attack
Imagine two high-speed fighters that are carrying right on each other at full combat velocity. The enemy plane grows in front of her eyes. So he flashed in all the details, it is visible to its plane, a sparkling circle of the screw, black points of cannons. Another instant - and the aircraft will fall and scatter into such flocks, as it can not be guessing either a car or a person. This instant is tested not only the will of the pilot, but all his spiritual forces. Anyone who is worrying who cannot withstand the monstrous nervous tension, who does not feel in the power to die for victory, that instinctively swallows the pen on himself to jump off the death hurricane on him, and the next moment his plane will fly down with a rift beltenis or cut off Plane. He is not rescued. Experienced pilots know it perfectly, and only the most brave of them are solved on the frontal attack.
The enemies were raced on each other. Alexey prepared for instant death. And suddenly, somewhere, as it seemed to him, at the distance of an elongated hand from his aircraft, the German could not stand, slid up, and, when ahead, like a flash of lightning, flashed illuminated by the sun's blue belly, Alexey, pressing all the ghistes at once, resounding his three Fire jets.
B. Field "Tale of a true man."
Son of the deceased warrior
Soldier's son, which grew up without his father
And a period of time matured noticeably,
You are the memory of the hero and father
Not excited from the joys of cherished.
I did not put a ban
Stern onematic way
On what lives himself lived
That all living calls in the event of ...
But if you, somehow happen,
By stupidity, in the youth of the early
Decide to go to the shameful way,
Forgetting about honor, duty and calling:
Comrade in trouble do not support,
In, whose grief to pay fun,
In the work, smear. Lie. Offend mother.
With unkind friend to poison glory, -
That first - you will take you one, -
You just remember, boy whose son.
Alexander Tvardovsky (99 words)
Man in love with the world
Man in love with the world
Where powder was invented,
Every leaf and close, and mil,
Each ray and priceless, and roads.
He steps easily on the ground,
He is light smiling to people,
He is addressed in his craft,
Bowl of earth with him, like a dish.
He admires each river
Worships every field.
He has an ocean at hand
He has a pole under his palms.
This is what a person is what!
Nothing he no longer need
Only were b forework of centuries
The world around and comrades near.
Mark Lisyansky (82 words)
Gooseberry
From early morning, the rain clouds laid off the sky; It was quiet, not hot and boring, as it happens in gray cloudy days, when the clouds have long been over the field, wait for the rain, and it is not. The veterinarian Ivan Ivanovich and the Gymnasium teacher Burkin was already tired of going, and the field was infinite. Far ahead fearfully visible windmills The village of Mironositsky, the right stretched and then disappeared far behind the village of a row of hills, and both of them knew that this is the bank of the river, there is a meadow, green willow, manor, and if you become one of the hills, then from there such a huge field, telegraph and train can be seen who published similar to the crawler caterpillar, and even the city is visible from there. Now, in quiet weather, when all nature seemed to be a meek and thoughtful, Ivan Ivanch and Burkin were imbued with love for this field and both thought about how great this country was beautiful.
A. Chekhov "Gooseberry".
System "Gaia"
... to achieve the desired, people should have defined capabilities - means of achieving a goal. So, such means, the resources necessary to ensure the coevolution of the person and the biosphere, we can only get through that power that humanity has gained in recent decades. These are new technologies that will be included in the sphere of human activity of nature, still hidden from him, this is a new technique that is continuously created, and, of course, the energy produced by a person. Thus, the means that ensures the harmonious development of nature and a person should be the power of civilization, which is in charge of the main dangers for her destiny. Here it is the dialectic and the eternal inconsistency of our life.
Finally, the third position. Captain, leading your ship, little to know the purpose and have funds to achieve it - sails, wheels, engine, steering wheel ... He still needs knowledge, need a tool that allows you to accurately predict the position of the vessel, the speed of its movement, depending on how those or Other opportunities on the way to goal. The captain must be able to foresee his future, depending on the actions he will take.
Now we see that the third condition necessary in order for humanity to enter the era of the noosphere and could solve the challenges of managed development, today it can be fulfilled.
N. Moiseev "Gaia system.
In the Ussuri region
As we deepen into the mountains, the vegetation became better. (...) We met and brutal trails; We used them until they stretched in the desired direction for us, but more went virulently. (...) Leaving people downstairs, I climbed Oletev's polycarp to one of the neighboring vertices, in order to see, if it was left left before the pass. All mountains were visible from above. It turned out that the watershed from us was in two or three kilometers. It became clear; Which in the evening we do not walk to him, and if we reached, I risked to swell without water, because at this time of the year the black keys in the origins almost completely dry out. I decided to stand on Bivak where horses remained, and tomorrow with fresh forces to go to the pass. (...)
The sun has just managed to hide behind the horizon, and at the time when the rays are still golden
top of the mountains, twilight shadows appeared in the valleys.
V. Arsenyev "on the Ussuri Territory."
Dnieper
Wonderful Dnipro with quiet weather, when voluntarily and smoothly rush through the forests and mountains full of their waters. Neither shake nor thunder. You look and do not know, goes or does not go to his greately width, and it mights like it all will fall out of the glass and as if the blue mirror road, without a measure in width, without end in length, retes and go through the green world. Either then and the hot sun look away from the top and immerse the rays into the cold of glass waters, and the coastal forests brightly hang out in the waters. Green-skinned! They crowd together with wildflowers to the waters and, leaning, look in them and do not appear, and they do not plow their appearances, and smile at him, and greet it, nodding branches. In the middle of the Dnieper, they do not dare to look: no one, except for the sun and blue sky, does not look into it. A rare bird will take up to the middle of the Dnieper. Lush! He has no equal river in the world.
N. Gogol "Scary Revenge".
(144 words)
Serezha
At the appointed hour, Shurik and Seryozha came to Valery. Lariska was sitting on the porch, Valerieva Sister, and embroidered with crossing on Canva. She was planted here with the goal that if someone had an extraneous, then say that there is no one at home.
The guys gathered in the yard near the bath: all the boys, from the fifth and even the sixth grade, and one girl, thick and pale, with a very serious face and shifts, thick and pale, lower lip; It seemed that it was this lacking lip that gives the face such a serious, impressive expression, and if the girl had picked her, it would be quite a bitten and unusual ... The girl - her called a cap - cut the bandages with scissors and folded on a stool. Kapa in his school was a member of the sanitary commission. Stool she stuck with a clean cloth.
V. Panova "Seryozha".
When I think about mom
When I think about mom,
I see a quiet village
And the garden, wrapped in smoke
So that there was an apple tree warm.
And that smoke where in the heat is not hot
And in the winter evening grace,
Where nothing is pity for us
In the war you get used to starve.
When I think about mom,
I remember my father.
That thirty years have not been with us
Although we were faithful to the end.
He went to battle from cute passed
And the river whose parties.
And never be older
Soldiers who returned from the war.
When I think about mom
My, the only one, native,
Snow lying hills
As if they melt before me.
And I, how much on the road,
Where only dream of warm
Lay soft grass to legs,
And the bread smells on the ground.
Laughing the sun in each frame,
And people are distant - relatives ...
When I think about mom,
Rises all the birthplace for her.
Vladimir Demidov (140 words)
Meetings with spring droplets
The day was hot. Dew Owls, and much steam from the ground. In the edges of purple glades, halch flowers and shaggy yellow bells were blooming. At noon, the kidneys was so tense, which no longer could keep them. And then they began to shoot with green tongues of wrinkled leaves. The first in the evening landscaped the cherry. He came in steamed (May 28) - smelled with warmth. Good at this time we have on Earth!
Kilometers two from cutting down, where I drove in the spring for a sleeve current, it stands on the forest glade a high-end triangular tower built by geodesists. It stands out by extraordinary growth even among the sisters-giant living in the district. I have long wanted to get to her and from the height to look around the surrounding forests.
Up from the span to the flight leads a dilapidated staircase, and under the most edge there is a playground, and in the middle of the platform on one leg. (Friendly Amerleler explained: a table for where to put a rangefinder.)
The higher I climbed the shaky, unreliable transitions, the stronger the wind buzzed in the rafters and the more noticeably it was swinging with a wooden creak. But here is the last span, get out through the hatch to the site and ...
I saw a familiar land far and freely. I saw a wavy country of watercolor birch forests, a whittle, gentle chocolate, but already started to be enveloped by a translucent smach of blooming foliage. Rings and transfer, the farther from me, Radlie, the glades between them became wider, and somewhere far from them went out the real fields, for which the little cars were crawling around the beetles - there people hurried to put bread grains in the heated earth. But it was just guessing the imagination.
I looked in the other side. Down the hillock ran down with pines and old birches of deaf ravines, and under the mountain through the plush pine crowns, the blue sharp glass shone the spill of the widespread taiga river. For her, the solid dark taiga went to the horizon. It was bathed with several thin lines of prospects that scorched the fatty line of high-voltage transmission. And again the imagination was guessing away the forest roads and rectangles of the cutter, on which with
morning until the evening, chainsaws ring and rush skiing tractors.
V. Petrov "Meetings with Spring Drops."
(243 words)
Strokes to portrait
Valentina Ivanovich diculus the hands of the master, and the head of the inventor, the Creator. He belongs to the lucky category of people who are neither taken - everything leads to move, and all that they have. In any case, he reaches professionalism, goes to the main problems. And even if the decisions do not know, innocent intuition unmistakably tells him the path to the goal. He knows how to do those surrounding like-minded people, charges his energy, I want to keep up with him.
As he just has time, where is the time for everything? From morning to evening without holidays in the circus. In griming constantly people, and he helps everyone. If it leaves for an hour or another, it warns the Watchher, and it is always known when it will again. Often, I really really really have time to rest. Daily rehearsals and every evening performances on the Manege, the very, where he holds "Volga", fixes in the "pyramid" ton and juggles 80 kilograms.
In the hotel from ten-to-eleven in the evening the phone is continuously ringing. And he with each patiently talks, asks, gives advice, asks to come or promises to visit himself. Where his strength is taken, it is difficult to imagine.
And they are waiting for help. He dictates, his wife Lyudmila prints on a typewriter. Unfortunately, it is not always possible to answer immediately.
To see the dicule is impossible without affairs. Therefore, it is necessary to talk to him: during rehearsals, on the way to the hotel or to a circus, between telephone conversations or dictation of letters, at best, for meals. Chatting with him about the sick, you forget that he is not a doctor - his medical erudition is so wide and a versatile.
M. Zalessky (185 words)
River in the morning
The river is especially good in the morning. In this early clock, the wind is still not bothering her womb, and it reflects the pure pink-blue sky, shines even light, transparent and cool, like a crystal. No Barcas doesn't even river in a river surface, and if it will threw somewhere a fertilous sazan or fast in the summer, the water is sharp, with a white lining, the wing, it will disperse the circles in a migrant water, the reticent spill and will disappear, silently, silently, As if there were no.
Only the fisherman truly knows what the morning river is: these are obverse, melting on the dawn, white with blue fogs; These green shores, on which gold sands far left, and above them - a dark strip of popoleum forest; These rainbow glare ascending sun on clear water, fresh smell of wet sand and fish, resin and herbs; This is an unbreakable silence, in which everyone, even the most vague and weak sound causes a warm, alive response in the human heart.
B. Spun "Floating-Stanitsa".
A.K.Timiryazev - lecturer
The perfect opposite of other lectures - the lectures of the Clement Arkadyevich Timiryazev, a representative of the discipline that became the most distant at the time when he began to read. And, moreover, the very interests of the literature, the arts, the methodology, which went Timiryazev to listen to me occasionally, to see a beautiful, animated person, with rhythmic up zigzags of a richly inspired voice.
I admired them: an agitated, nervous, with the finest face, on which the change of cross-cutting expressions, especially bright in pauses, when he, stretching the body ahead, and retreating himself, as in Pa Menuet, was preparing his voice, thought, hand and strand to ride on the list . So he flew into a great physical audience, where he read and where it was flushed from all faculties and courses to meet him with thunder of applause and screams. He stood, half aimogent, but as stretched or attracted to us, having weighing in the air very thinly elegant hand.
This welcome gesture to us, as an answer to a greeting, was going to him, so flattery it is valid that every thought is beating on the effects (they talked about so slanders) disappeared.
For the first lecture to the third course under the top of the top, the applause took off with watermelon under the throat; They knew that this watermelon would leave, watermelon will be eaten by students.
He (watermelon) is a cell demonstration: a rare example, which can be seen by her eyes; Timiryazev cut the pieces of watermelon and they launched them between the rows.
At this time, the struggle with the ministry proceeded by the same takeoff; I remember how he threw a glove to the exit from the university and how he, striking, achieved his own; I remember how the crowd fell to meeting him, and he flourished in front of her ...
A. White "At the turn of two centuries."
