Russian Language Evaluation Fund

9th grade

Completed:

Teacher of Russian language and literature

Movsisyan R.A.

Agreed:

Deputy director for water resources management

N.V. Shlykova

St. Petersburg - 2014

1st quarter

1. Control dictation in the section “Consolidation of what has been studied in grades 5–8.

Thunderstorm.

The storm was coming. Increasingly, thunder rumbled over the darkened fields. Clouds weighed down by moisture embraced the entire steppe, descended low, and moved slowly, as if considering where it would be more convenient for them to lie down on the still hot earth. The wind died down, there was silence, foreshadowing the proximity of rain.

Sunflowers, a juicy quinoa that grew near the road, and burdocks, Tatars, raising their red heads - everything became alert, sensing the smell of rain: the birds fell silent. Only one single lark was still drilling through the sky, singing something of its own, merry, as if arguing with thunder. But the peals of thunder that broke out so close deafened this proud singer as well - he fell to the ground and huddled under a burdock leaf. Numb with fear, the bird listened to the thunder.

The rain was very close, and Sergei felt its imperious breath on his neck. While Sergei was considering whether to hide under the awnings, darkening not far away, a downpour broke out. All wet, Sergei jumped into the porch of the first small house that came across. (140 words)

(According to S. Babaevsky)

Grammar task.

1) Produce parsing suggestions (with diagram):

The rain was very close, and Sergei felt his wet breath on the back of his head.

2) Disassemble the words according to their composition: approaching, imperious, closeness, leisurely, raised, numb.

3) Make morphological analysis the words sunflower.

2. Control dictation on the topic "Compound sentence"

"The Tale of Igor's Campaign" is the oldest manuscript.

“The word about Igor's regiment" fit in just a few pages of an ancient manuscript, but for two centuries the people of Russia, tormented by princely strife and attacks by nomads, remembered him, quoting wise patriotic lines by heart.

By the time of Igor's campaign, who secretly led his squads to the Don and imprudently lost his army, the honor of a commander, Russia broke up into several independent principalities. The feuds of the princes turned into bloody wars, and the nomadic tribes of the Polovtsy, who constantly raided Russian lands, cut off the ancient route “from the Varangians to the Greeks” and disrupted the economic ties of Russia with the southern and eastern lands. Their raids were accompanied by the destruction of cities and the capture of residents, but the princes, who had lost their sense of patriotism, were not able to deliver a decisive blow to the Polovtsians due to continuous rivalry.

Chroniclers, as a rule, only recorded events, and only a few of them dared to evaluate individual actions of the princes. But not one of the ancient Russian scribes, like the author of The Lay ..., rose to the height of wise historical generalizations. The poem, however, was gradually forgotten, and only at the end of the 18th century, after the discovery of the only surviving list, did it sound with renewed vigor. (166 words)

(According to B. Rybakov)

2nd quarter

3. Control dictation to consolidate the topic "Complex sentence with subordinate attributive and explanatory"

Andrei Rublev.

For long hours, Andrey is left alone with his teacher Daniil Cherny, who reveals the secrets of painting to the young artist.

Daniel, apparently, was a painter of the first magnitude. However, his greatest merit is that he not only saw Rublev's talent, but also brought up in him an independent creative thought and manner. He did not suppress with his authority, realizing that everyone should go their own way. To do so is to show a truly great mind, an amazing respect for the individual, an inexhaustible love of life. After all, it is not easy for a master to come to terms with the fact that his own student starts arguing with you, and not only not to make an attempt to cut him off, but to encourage in every possible way to continue this dispute.

Rublev was lucky that from the very first steps he had such a sincere and experienced senior comrade by his side. Andrei appreciated this and carefully carried gratitude and respect for his teacher throughout his life.

A miniature has been preserved from that distant time, in which Rublev is depicted with his head held high. An unknown author in Rublev did not see pride, which in Russia was considered the greatest sin but a worthy dignity.

Grammar task:

1) Title the text.

2) Find complex sentences with adverbial attributive and explanatory clauses, draw up diagrams.

3) Make phonetic parsing the words distant.

1. Final test in the section "Complex sentence".

Dictation

Founder of the Tretyakov Gallery.

The gallery known throughout the world, which presents works of art created by outstanding Russian artists, bears the name of Pavel Mikhailovich Tretyakov.

A wealthy, well-educated merchant, he decided to use his wealth for the benefit of the people. “In all European countries there are rich museums, where the creations of the best artists of these countries are collected,” he said. "It's time for us to have one."

The first two paintings, which were bought in 1856, marked the beginning of this remarkable collection. Tretyakov carefully selected his collection. When he appeared at the opening of some exhibition, concentrated, silent, it seemed that he was only listening to what others were saying, but the artists were amazed at his well-aimed remarks, true assessments of the paintings. If Tretyakov liked the picture, he immediately acquired it and was no longer inferior to anyone.

At first, permission from Tretyakov himself was required to view the gallery. Later, when he presented it to the city of Moscow, the entrance was open to everyone. (141 words)

(According to V. Porudominsky)

Grammar task.

1) Find the NGN, indicate the types of subordinate clauses.

2) Draw up a diagram of one of the complex sentences

3) Make a syntactic and punctuation analysis of the first sentence of the second paragraph.

3rd quarter.

1. Control dictation in the section "Unionless difficult sentence».

Nipper

Kusaka rushed about in the footsteps of the people who had left for a long time, ran to the station and, wet and dirty, returned back. Here she did what no one, however, saw: she went up to the terrace and, rising on her hind legs and peering through the glass door, scratched with her claws. The rooms were empty, and no one answered Kusaka.

It began to rain frequently, and the darkness of the autumn night began to approach from everywhere. Quickly and dully he filled the empty dacha; noiselessly he crawled out of the bushes and, together with the rain, poured from the inhospitable sky. On the terrace, from which the canvas was removed, which made it seem strangely empty, for a long time the light sadly illuminated the traces of dirty feet, but he soon gave in too.

And, when there was no longer any doubt that night had come, the dog howled plaintively. A ringing, sharp, like despair, howl broke into the monotonous sound of rain, cut through the darkness, and, dying, rushed over the bare fields.

And to those who heard it, it seemed that the hopelessly dark night itself was groaning and rushing towards the light, and longed for warmth, for a bright fire, for a loving heart. (160 words)

(According to L. Andreev)

Grammar task:

1) Title the text.

2) Perform a syntactic analysis of the second sentence (with a diagram).

3) Make a punctuation analysis of the second sentence of the third paragraph.

4) Morphemic analysis of words: silently, rising, approaching, from everywhere, monotonous, illuminating.

1. Control dictation in the section "Complex sentences with various types of communication."

Old musician.

The old violinist loved to play at the foot of the monument to Pushkin, which stands at the beginning of Tverskoy Boulevard. Climbing up the steps to the pedestal itself, the musician touched the strings on the violin with a bow. Children and passers-by immediately gathered at the monument, and they all fell silent in anticipation of the music, because it consoles people, promises them happiness and a glorious life. The musician laid the violin case on the ground; it was closed, and there was a piece of black bread and an apple in it, so that you could eat whenever you wanted.

Usually the old man went out to play in the evening: for his music it was necessary that the world become quieter. The old man suffered from the thought that he did not bring people any good, and therefore voluntarily went to play on the boulevard. The sounds of the violin resounded in the air and reached the depths of human hearts, touching them with gentle and courageous power. Some listeners took out money to give it to the old man, but did not know where to put it: the violin case was closed, and the musician himself was high at the foot of the monument, almost next to Pushkin.

(162 words)

(A. Platonov)

Grammar task:

1) Analyze the first sentence into parts of speech.

2) Make a morphological analysis of the word rising.

3) Perform a syntactic analysis of the 1st sentence of the second paragraph. Build a diagram.

4th quarter

1. Control vocabulary dictation for the section: "Repetition and systematization of what was studied in grades 5 - 9."

Windy, deserted, along the spring birch forest, dress in spring, hung with earrings, autumn, along the trampled path, tightly buttoned, equal, in a blue raincoat; author's intention, acute conflict, indelible impression, intellect, art of the word, skilled craftsman, artificial, unique, again, classic.

Additional tasks.

1) Disassemble the composition of the wordunique, artificial, again.

2) Choose synonyms for wordsfascinating, unique, skillful, again, slightly.

3) Form adverbs from wordsartistic, skillful, intelligent, fascinating, unpredictable, unforgettable.

4) Pick up antonyms for wordsenmity, kindness, invisible, accumulate, create, weapons, sunset, love, connection, easy.

5) Using words or phrases from the dictionary dictation, make 1 simple, 1 compound and 1 complex sentence.

1. Content-compositional analysis of the text.

The weather has been calm and warm for three days now. On the streets (not) one could see a patch of snow, and a dirty place was replaced by a shiny pavement and fast streams. The last drops were already dripping from the roofs, and in the front garden, buds were swelling on the trees (? ki. There was a dry path in the yard and near the porch between the stones, mossy grass was growing. There was that special (n, n) period spring, which most strongly affects the soul of a person is the bright sun, streams and protal..nk, p..ahuchaya freshness..st in the air and (gently) blue sky.

All items were illuminated .. (n, nn) ​​s brightly and the room turned .. settled. Some new feeling for me .. penetrated into my soul. The wet earth along which (brightly) green needles of grass fell out in some (where) .. Bl.. streams flowing in the sun, fragrant damp air and the joyful sun, everything told me about the beauty of happiness and good .. detel.

(According to L. Tolstoy)

1. Insert the missing letters, put punctuation marks.
2. Determine the style of speech.
3. Outline the last sentences of the first and second paragraphs. Explain punctuation marks.
4. Disassemble the verbs of the third sentence by composition and give similar examples.
5. In the sentences of the first paragraph, highlight the grammatical foundations and indicate the ways of expressing the predicate.

1. Final control work.

Dictation

Morning in the taiga

Taiga breathed, woke up, grew.

My heart fluttered and froze with joy: on every leaf, on every needle, grass, in the crowns of inflorescences and on living tree trunks, dew drops shimmered everywhere, shining and playing.

And each dropped a tiny sparkle of light, but, merging together, these sparkles flooded everything around with the radiance of triumphant life.

Not a single ray of the sun had yet pierced the sheepskin of the taiga with a sharp needle, but a gap spread across the sky in full breadth, and the whitish depths of the sky melted, melted, exposing a faded, transparent-icy blueness, in which the timid, not yet gaining strength, could be seen more and more palpably. heat.

Forests, bushes, herbs, leaves were replenished with a living spirit. Again the iron-fronted beetles and ladybugs clicked against the tree trunks and stones; the chipmunk washed himself with his paws on a snag and carelessly fled somewhere; our fire, barely smoldering, perked up, clicked once or twice, scattering coals, and took up fire of its own accord.

The sun in all its radiance rose above the forest, piercing it from end to end with bundles of brittle spokes that crumbled in the fast-flowing waters of the river. (160 words)

(According to V. Astafiev)

grammar task

1) Choose a heading for the text.

2) Find an allied compound sentence, replace it with an allied compound sentence.

3) Make a syntactic analysis of the 3rd sentence. Draw a diagram.

4) Make a punctuation analysis of the last sentence.

Control dictation No. 3 on the topic "BSC"
The lake stretched out in the dark frame of dusky evening shores. The reeds on the sides darkened like a dense wall, the boat moored by someone blackened, the tops thrown out to dry blackened, and only the water itself was still light. Lying on her back in the middle of the lake, Varka did not notice either the shores or the reeds surrounding her, she saw only the sky, huge and high, and in its immense depth, on the motionless curls of clouds, the still pink light of the long-faded dawn. And she also saw water beginning at her very eyes. The mirror-like clear surface of the lake, sensitive to everything that stretched above it, was filled with toasty clouds and no longer seemed like a lake, but a bottomless space, just like the sky, and it was impossible to tell where the real clouds ended and where their reflection was. The two worlds, water and sky, engulfed by the evening pensive calm, merged into one, and Varka was joyful and eerie like this, alone, motionless soaring in the very middle of this closed bright abyss, and from below and from above filled with clouds. (According to E. Nosov)

(152 words)

Grammar task:

1. Parse sentences:

1st option: The reeds darkened on the sides with a dense wall, the boat moored by someone blackened, the tops thrown out to dry blackened, and only the water itself was still light. , merged together, and Varka was joyful and eerie like this, alone, motionless soaring in the very middle of this closed bright abyss, filled with clouds from above and below.

3. Perform morphological analysis:

1st option: Varka

2nd option: clouds

1st option: extended, motionless

2nd option: darkened, mirror

5. Write out examples of unions from the text: option 1 - connecting,

Option 2 is the opposite.

Control dictation No. 4 on the topic "SPP"
Mystery Rider

The traveler rode, without prodding his horse with either a whip or spurs, until he disappeared into a misty distance, barely lit by the moon. Almost at the same moment, another traveler appeared on the outskirts of the village and drove along the same road.

He probably also went on a long journey. He wore a dark hooded cloak that fell in loose folds behind the horse's rump.

Unlike the first one, this rider was in a hurry somewhere. It seemed like he wanted to catch up with someone. From time to time he leaned forward and peered into the distance, as if he expected to see a silhouette silhouetted against the sky.

Soon the second rider also disappeared in the same place where his predecessor disappeared from view. So it would seem to someone who would watch him from the village. But then a third horseman appeared on the outskirts of the village, he began to move in the same direction. He wore a bright red cloak that hid his figure. A hunting rifle was visible from under the wide skirt, lying across the saddle. (153 words)
Grammar task:

1st option: Soon the second rider also disappeared in the same place where his predecessor disappeared from view. 2nd option: So it would seem to someone who would watch him from the village.

2. Write out three phrases from your sentence with different types of subordinating relationship and analyze and analyze them.

3. Map out your WBS

4. Word-building analysis.

1st option: hiding, went

2nd option: lying, appeared

5. Circle the means of communication of simple sentences as part of complex sentences.

Control dictation No. 5 on the topic "Main SPP groups"
You drive for an hour or two... On the way you come across a silent old barrow or a stone woman, set up by God knows who. A night bird flies silently over the earth, and little by little steppe legends, stories of people you meet, fairy tales of a steppe nanny and everything that he himself was able to see and comprehend with his soul come to mind. And then in the chatter of insects, in suspicious figures and mounds, in blue sky, in the moonlight, in the flight of a night bird - in everything you see and hear, the triumph of beauty, youth, the flowering of strength and a passionate thirst for life begin to seem. And I want to fly over the steppe with the night bird. And in the triumph of beauty, in excess of happiness, you feel tension and anguish, as if the steppe realizes that it is lonely, that its wealth and inspiration perish for nothing for the world, praised by no one and no one needs, and through the joyful rumble you hear its dreary, hopeless call : singer, singer! (According to A. Chekhov)

Grammar task:

1. Parse the NGN:

Option 1: And then in the chatter of insects, in suspicious figures and mounds, in the blue sky, in the moonlight, in the flight of a night bird - in everything you see and hear, the triumph of beauty, youth, the prime of life and passionate thirst begin to seem life. Option 2: And in the triumph of beauty, in excess of happiness, you feel tension and melancholy, as if the steppe realizes that it is lonely, that its wealth and inspiration perish for nothing for the world, praised by no one and no one needs, and through the joyful rumble you hear her dreary, hopeless call: a singer, a singer!

2. Write out three phrases from your sentence with different types of subordinating relationship and analyze and analyze them.

3.Diagram your WBS:

4. Word-building analysis.

1st option: feel hopeless

2nd option: flies, comes across

5. Write out one subordinating and one coordinating union from the text.

Control dictation No. 6 on the topic "SPRS"

Kusaka rushed about in the footsteps of the departed people for a long time. She ran to the station and came back.

It began to rain frequently, and the darkness of the autumn night began to approach from everywhere. Quickly and dully, he filled the empty dacha. Silently he crawled out of the bushes and, together with the rain, poured from the inhospitable sky.

On the terrace, from which the canvas was taken down, the light sadly illuminated the traces of dirty feet for a long time, but he soon gave in too. And, when there was no longer any doubt that night had come, the dog howled plaintively.

A ringing note, sharp as desperation, howled into the monotonous sound of rain, cut through the darkness.

And to those who heard it, it seemed that the hopelessly dark night itself was groaning and rushing towards the light, and longed for warmth, for a bright fire, for a beloved heart. (According to L. Andreev)
Grammar task:

1. Parse the SPRVS:

1st option: On the terrace, from which the canvas was removed, the light sadly illuminated the traces of dirty feet for a long time, but he soon gave way too. Option 2: And to the one who heard it, it seemed that the very dark night was groaning and rushing towards the light, and wanted to be warm, to the bright fire, to the beloved heart.

2. Write out three phrases from your sentence with different types of subordinating relationship and analyze and analyze them.

3. Chart your PWS

4. Word-building analysis.

1st option: ran, quickly

2nd option: filled out, deaf

5. Write out one subordinating and one coordinating union from the text. Make a morphological analysis.

Kusaka rushed about in the footsteps of the departed people for a long time. She ran to the station and came back.

It began to rain frequently, and the darkness of the autumn night began to approach from everywhere. Quickly and dully, he filled the empty dacha. Silently he crawled out of the bushes and, together with the rain, poured from the unfriendly sky.

On the terrace, from which the canvas was taken, the light for a long time sadly illuminated the traces of dirty feet. But he soon gave in. And, when there was no longer any doubt that night had come, the dog howled plaintively.

A ringing note, sharp as desperation, howled into the monotonous sound of rain, cut through the darkness.

And to those who heard it, it seemed that the hopelessly dark night itself was groaning and rushing towards the light.. And I wanted to be warm, to a bright fire, to my beloved heart.

(According to L. Andreev) (107 words)

Task (at the choice of students)

1. Name the signs by which this passage can be called a text. What type and style of speech does it belong to?
   • What words are used in the text in a figurative sense? Find epithets, comparisons, metaphors in the text. What is their role?
   • what is the role of epithets in the text?
2. Write the part of speech above each word of the highlighted sentence;
   • prove that the underlined word is an adverb;
   • What is the role of adverbs in this text? Prove;
   • perform syntactic analysis of a complex sentence;
   • What spelling and punctuation rules can be illustrated with examples from the text? Group them.

Final control dictations Grade 9

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Final control dictations for grade 9

I
The warm windless day faded away. Only far on the horizon, in the place where the sun had set, the sky was still reddened with crimson stripes, as if it had been smeared with wide strokes of a huge brush dipped in blood. Against this strange and formidable background, the jagged wall of the coniferous forest was clearly drawn in a rough, dark silhouette, and in some places the transparent round tops of bare birches sticking out above it seemed to have been drawn in the sky with light strokes of delicate greenish ink. A little higher, the pink glow of the fading sunset, imperceptibly to the eyes, turned into a faint shade of faded turquoise... evenings. It was sometimes heard how an invisible beetle was buzzing in a thick bass, flying somewhere very close, and how it, dryly slapping on some kind of obstacle, immediately fell silent. Here and there, silver threads of forest streams and swamps flickered through the thicket of trees. The frogs burst into them with their hasty, deafening cry; the toads echoed them with a rarer, melodic hoot. Sometimes a duck flew overhead with a timid quack, and one could hear how, with a loud and short bleating, a snipe-ram flies from place to place. (177 words)
(A. Kuprin)

II
A person impoverishes his spiritual life if he arrogantly looks down on everything living and inanimate that is not endowed with his human mind. After all, the life of people, no matter how complex it may be, no matter how far our power over the surrounding world extends, is just a particle of the life of nature. After all, what we know about her today is so small compared to the mysterious, amazing and beautiful that we still have to learn about her. Perhaps, to find out today, when it is important for a person to connect in his mind the latest data on elementary particles, on the "white dwarfs" and "black holes" of the Universe with the snow-whiteness of daisies in forest glades, with luxurious, pulsating constellations above his head, somewhere in the middle endless steppe.4
We are still interested in the habits of animals and birds - outlandish overseas and ours, familiar from childhood. We are interested in many things: why such a dense beast as a bear is easy to train; whether the gray wolf is threatened by being included in the Red Book (there scientists bring animals that are threatened with extinction from the face of the planet); how fast rock crystals grow and why the common plantain leaf is considered healing. (169 words)
(According to I. Akimushkin)

III
The professor lived in a room where they dominated and quarreled like two opposite principles, books and pictures.
The books managed to take over the entire space of the room: giant bookcases rose up the walls like book fortresses; the table wedged between the walls was full of books; they seized armchairs and a small chess table, where they lay in neatly tied piles. They also owned the air of the room, filling it with a special smell of paper and old bindings; books saturated the air, making it dusty and stuffy.
The paintings seemed to want to push the room apart and dissolve the wall on which they hung into quiet, calm landscapes. They filled the space with the fresh air of the groves and the soft sunlight sifted through the cloudy haze. And if the rustling of leaves and the whisper of herbs did not penetrate the room, it was only because silence reigned in all the pictures. Only her and the dreamy thoughtfulness of nature were depicted on his canvases by the artist.
In the evenings, the light of lanterns penetrated the room from the street, and it seemed to be filled with loose gray matter. Where there were bookcases, the substance thickened to a completely black color. (158 words)
(According to A. Kazantsev)

IV
At night, the fog thickened so that nothing could be seen ten paces away, as if everything had been drowned in milk. The ship stopped at a large ice field, and everyone, except for the watchmen, slept peacefully.
In the morning, the fog started to clear slightly. It gradually disappeared, being carried away to the south, and the ice fields rustled and also began to move. A free passage opened up ahead, and the ship sailed to the northeast, but slowly so as not to collide with ice floes and in order to stop or turn aside in time. The sun, which had been shining since noon, albeit intermittently, disappeared in the evening in a shroud of fog that had moved over the ship.
This night was less calm than the previous one: a light wind blew, the ice fields moved, pushing against each other, cracking and breaking. The swirling fog made it impossible to distinguish the path, and one had to be on the alert so as not to be squeezed by the ice floes.
The day also passed in great tension: in the morning the wind increased and the fog dispersed, but the ice began to move. Fortunately, the edges of the ice fields were badly broken, there were no icebergs, and only sometimes ridges of small ice, piled up in places on the fields, posed a serious danger. (167 words)
(According to V. Obruchev)

V
Historicisms - words and phrases that denoted objects and phenomena that once existed real life. For example: serf, smerd, junker and others. Gone are the objects - the words have gone out of use.
Changes in public life lead out of active vocabulary many words, but they are immediately remembered as soon as we look into the past. Therefore, one cannot do without historicisms in works on history: far from everything in the past can be called today's words. So, the boyars as an estate have gone down in history, and in this very history they can only be called by this word.
Naturally, historicisms are also recalled in fiction when it turns to history. replace them modern words just illiterate. So, today we will not call an archer a soldier, a quitrent - a tax, a quarter - a district police officer.
Historicisms, unlike archaisms, do not have synonyms. Archaisms always have quite modern-sounding synonyms: sail - sail, cheeks - cheeks. Archaisms, being synonyms of commonly used words, express, as is typical for synonyms, a variety of additional shades. They serve to create the color of the era, to characterize the character, are used as a stylistic tool in journalism. (165 words)
(According to P. Klubkov)

VI
They gave me a groundhog, fat, clumsy. In his homeland, in the steppes, he is called a bobak, as he has an amazing ability to sleep for a long time.
It sleeps throughout the winter, but when the grass turns green in the spring, it emerges from its burrow and intensively feeds on young vegetation. The heat comes, the grasses dry up - the bobak climbs into the hole again and sleeps until autumn. When the rains pass and the grass turns green, he wakes up a second time and stays awake until winter.
Our bobak was tame: he allowed himself to be picked up, allowed to stroke him and feed him delicious things: carrots, dried fruits, milk. One day my wife brought him food, but she couldn't wake him up. She went to the lair that we made for him in the hay shed, and began to pat the bobak on the skin, persuading him to wake up. Terribly angry, he jumped out of the lair and, standing on his hind legs, gnashed his teeth ferociously. He was, apparently, terribly indignant, since he could not forgive the insult to her until the end of his life. Although his wife cajoled him in every possible way, gave him his favorite dishes, every time he rushed at her, trying to grab her hand. (166 words)
(According to A. Komarov)

VII
Our rook lived in freedom, walking around near the dacha. There was no end to his antics. From the house he dragged everything he could carry: thimbles, scissors, small tools, although he knew very well that it was impossible to steal.
He played pranks when no one saw him, and always croaked with displeasure and hurriedly flew away if he was caught at the scene of a crime. Flying to a safe distance, he watched from a distance what impression his mischief made.
Grach especially closely followed the work of the artist's wife, who was fond of gardening and worked a lot in the garden. If plants were grafted and the place of grafting was wrapped with insulating tape, he unwound it and, satisfied, hurriedly left.
But, in spite of everything, it was impossible not to love him: he accompanied, flying from branch to branch, the owners, if they went for walks, he flew over the boat if they rode along the river. He never missed dinner time, patiently waiting for something tasty to be given to him, and if he was full, he hid the tidbits in reserve: he put them in his shoes, under the wardrobe or in other secluded places. Having eaten, the rook sat on someone's shoulder or head, while trying to carefully wipe its beak on the hair. (176 words)
(According to A. Komarov)

VIII
If you constantly work at your desk in the office, you create your own order, which you get used to. You know where and what book is on your table and where the pen and pencil are. Reach out your hand and take what you need. This is your order and cannot be changed.
This is where the magpie comes in. Whoever had a chance to keep a tame magpie in his house knows what it is ...
The white-sided magpie is a very beautiful bird: its tail casts a reddish and greenish metallic sheen, its head is coal-black, and there are white spots on its sides. She has a cheerful personality, but she has two notable features: she is curious and she has an irresistible passion for accumulating wealth.
Every thing, especially shiny, attracts her attention, and she tends to hide it somewhere far away. Everything: a teaspoon, a silver ring, a button - she instantly grabs and, despite screams, flies away, diligently hiding the stolen somewhere.
Our magpie liked to hide things so that they would not catch the eye. She apparently believed that a well-hidden thing would live longer, and therefore something was lost in the house from time to time. (168 words)
(According to A. Komarov)

IX
Alenka put her clothes at the birch and entered the water, feeling the sandy bottom with her feet. When the water reached her waist, she sat down and, splashing her feet, swam to the opposite shore; in the middle, a weak current was felt, and Alenka, turning over on her back, lay for a long time, looking at the boundless sky, already filled with the sun.
Alyonka swam for a long time, plunging her face into the water and looking at the bottom and the fish scurrying through the algae. There was a world under water. In the middle of the river, where there was already a thick strip of sun and it was light under the water, a quiet current was noticed by the barely moving tops of the water grasses, and when it approached the shaded shore, the light changed under the water, and there seemed to be deep gaps filled with darkness. and secrets. The shadow from Alenka's body touched the dark crab, moving his mustache, and he immediately disappeared somewhere.
After waiting for the water to calm down, she again looked closely and saw: among the scattered bush of algae, small fish scurried about, unexpectedly rushing in all directions, but not leaving, however, the limits of the spacious bush. Trying not to move, she followed the rhythmic dance of the fish, who did not want to move away from their bush. (166 words)
(According to P. Proskurin)

X
Whoever has not been to the Ussuri taiga cannot imagine what a thicket it is. More than once it happened to raise an animal from its bed, and only the crackling of branches indicated in which direction it was leaving. We have been walking through this taiga for two days already.
The weather was not favorable to us: it was drizzling, and there were puddles on the paths, large rare drops fell from the trees.
The pack convoy should have overtaken us long ago, but meanwhile behind us, in the taiga, nothing could be heard. Worried about this, Dersu [the guide] and I went back. Suddenly stopping in mid-sentence, he stepped back and, bending down, began to examine something on the ground. I went up to him and was stunned: fresh prints of a large cat's paw stood out clearly on the path. However, there were no traces when we walked here. I remember this, and Dersu could not have passed them by. Now, when we returned to meet the detachment, they appeared and headed in our direction. Obviously, the beast was on its heels: despite the puddles, the water had not yet had time to fill the tracks pressed by the paw of the tiger. The predator, undoubtedly, had just been standing here and, when he heard our steps, hid somewhere in the windbreak. (175 words)
(According to V. Arseniev)

XI
When rivers and lakes are covered with an ice shell, the last flocks of birds fly away.
Autumn flights are slow. It seems that the birds are in no hurry to leave their native places, lingering for a long time where there is a lot of food. In the spring, they fly non-stop, as if afraid of being late for the beginning of summer.
Flights of birds caused surprise even among the ancient peoples. They did not know where and why the birds undertake such risky journeys. Much in bird flights is still not clear enough to scientists.
Autumn migration seems justified: with the onset of winter, birds cannot get food from under the snow. In winter, the north is hungry: insects hid, the reserves of forest berries are not unlimited. True, many birds live here without flying anywhere, and even in severe frosts they do not look unhappy. Apparently, some birds could adapt to our conditions.
It is believed that the homeland of our migratory birds is the north. It's hard to say what attracts them here. Perhaps the abundance of seasonal food, which allows you to feed the chicks throughout the long daylight hours. Probably, birds during the breeding season need a calm environment, and the small population of our northern tundra, forests, where there is no such turmoil as in Africa, creates these conditions for them. (176 words)
(From the magazine "Young naturalist")

XII
Among the many wild herbs that exist in nature, we remember nettle for life from the very first touch to its leaves, which burn the skin. We consider it a weed whose lush thickets have to be exterminated every year. Meanwhile, this plant has long served man: paper was once produced from its long bast fibers, ropes and fishing tackle were woven.
Nettle is a valuable medicine. In folk medicine, an infusion made from it is used, which improves the composition of the blood; a decoction of the roots is rinsed in the mouth to strengthen the gums, it is rubbed into the head from hair loss.
It is recommended to collect nettle for medicinal purposes during its flowering: during this period, the plant accumulates the largest amount of biologically active substances. In the spring, when the reserves of vitamins in the body run out, salads from the tender tops of nettles are useful. They are pre-washed under running hot water, then rubbed with fingers to get rid of burning needles.
Nettles can be harvested for the winter, for which it is dried in the shade and ground into powder, which is then added to food. Another helpful advice: if you want to keep meat or fish longer on a hot summer day, wrap them tightly with nettle leaves. (172 words)
(According to the magazine)

XIII
Evening dusk flooded the taiga, and only in the east from the trees was a bluish-hazy glow. The deep silence, broken by the splashing of fish and the cries of some still awake bird, fussing nearby, seemed only to emphasize the irresistible onset of the night's calm. Almost the entire channel was covered with a thick layer of fog that had come from nowhere, which swirled in the coastal bushes. Ilyusha cautiously stepped into it and immediately drowned in it almost to the armpits. Looking back, he saw: the fire on the high bank trembled like a changeable golden bush, the trunks of cedars in its light shimmered with reddish-dark gold. For the first time, the aching excitement from the mysterious beauty of the night entered the soul of the young man, and he wanted to do something extraordinary: run, jump from a height, fly. Suddenly it seemed to him that he heard a quiet, insinuating rustle of fog rubbing at his feet and someone's voice. His heart began to beat faster, and he suddenly wanted to be near the fire as soon as possible. Diving into the fog, he felt its wet coolness on his face, and, having reached the water and washed the kettle, Ilyusha returned to the fire. (156 words)
(According to P. Proskurin)

XIV
Winter, advancing from the north, captured new spaces; everything: roads and villages, forests and steppes - were covered with deep snow.
On blizzard nights, when even forest giants groan, crackle and groan, when the sky merges with the earth and underground bells thump furiously, all living things try to hide in the calm: in houses where the fire in the stove flutters merrily, in burrows and inhabited nests, and even just under a spreading spruce, between its lower paws and the earth, which still smells of leaves brought here in autumn. The snow covers the spruce paws in a thick layer, but between them and the ground there is a free space where it is light on a sunny day. A ray of the sun will flash - a berry of a bone on a high stalk that accidentally appeared there will flare up red.
Such a shelter is reliable from any bad weather. A hare, or a black grouse, or a cunning fox, or other living creatures will hide here and freeze, hide, then doze off under the howl of a snowstorm. At such a time, unknown forces begin to roam and live in a person, bizarre ghostly dreams bloom. And it is impossible to figure out where in them the understandable ends and that which has no explanation begins and what comes in the rustles and light of the stars. (167 words)
(According to P. Proskurin)

XV
To the right of the path stretched a hummocky plain, dark green from constant dampness, and at its edge gray little houses that looked like toys were thrown; on a high green mountain, at the bottom of which a silver strip shone, stood a church, white, also like a toy. When the train, with a sonorous metallic screech that suddenly intensified, flew furiously onto the bridge and seemed to hang in the air above the mirror-like surface of the river, Petka even shuddered in fright and unexpectedly staggered away from the window, but immediately returned to him: he was afraid to lose even the slightest detail of the journey. Petkina's eyes had long ceased to look sleepy, and the wrinkles disappeared, as if someone had run a hot iron over that face, smoothing them out, and made the face shiny and white.
During the first two days of Petka's stay at the dacha, the wealth and strength of new impressions pouring on him from above and below crushed his small and timid little soul. He often returned to his mother, clung to her, and when the master asked him if he felt good at the dacha, smiling, he answered: “Good!” And then he again went to the forest and the quiet river and seemed to extort something from them. (169 words)
(According to L. Andreev)

XVI
Kusaka rushed about in the footsteps of the people who had left for a long time, ran to the station and - wet, dirty - returned back. claws. The rooms were empty, and no one answered Kusaka.
It began to rain frequently, and the darkness of the autumn night began to approach from everywhere. Quickly and dully he filled the empty dacha; noiselessly it crawled out of the bushes and, together with the rain, poured from the inhospitable sky. On the terrace, from which the canvas was removed, which made it seem strangely empty, for a long time the light sadly illuminated the traces of dirty feet, but he soon retreated too.
And when there was no longer any doubt that night had come, the dog howled plaintively. A ringing note, sharp as despair, burst into the monotonous sound of rain, cutting through the darkness, and, dying, rushed over the bare fields.
And to those who heard it, it seemed that the hopeless dark night itself was groaning and rushing towards the light, and longing for warmth, for a bright fire, for a loving heart. (159 words)
(According to L. Andreev)

Pass
Contrary to my companion's prediction, the weather cleared up and promised us a quiet morning; dances of stars intertwined in wonderful patterns in the distant sky and faded one after another as the pale reflection of the east spread over the dark purple vault, illuminating the steep echoes of the mountains covered with virgin forests.
Dark, mysterious abysses loomed right and left, and the mists, swirling and wriggling like snakes, slithered down there along the wrinkles of neighboring rocks, as if sensing and frightened of the approach of day. It was quiet in heaven and on earth, only occasionally a cool wind came up from the east, lifting the horses' manes covered with hoarfrost.
We set off; with difficulty, five thin nags dragged our wagons along the winding road to Good Mountain; we walked behind, placing stones under the wheels when the horses were exhausted; it seemed that the road led to heaven, because as far as the eyes could see, it kept rising and finally disappeared in a cloud that had been resting on the top of the Gud Mountain since evening, like a kite waiting for prey. The snow crunched underfoot; the air became so thin that it hurt to breathe; blood constantly rushed to the head. (176 words)
(According to M. Lermontov)

XVIII
In the morning I, having slept, full of fresh strength, went to the watch. How good it is when the smell of iodine spreads in the air and the ocean spreads around like green silk.
There was, however, an admixture of some strange smell in the fresh air, and I could not understand what it smelled like. Looking around the horizon, I noticed a dark stripe in the distance, sort of like from a cloud that had come up. The sky was still shining blue, and yet there, on the brilliant surface of the sea, something darkened. Are we approaching another depth, or is a storm approaching? Lost in conjectures, I suddenly see: dolphins are rushing towards us. In a clear formation, now emerging, now disappearing, they flashed along the port side, and it seemed to me that they were running, as if fleeing from something.
The navigator, who had been looking through binoculars for a long time, finally guessed: oil! It is clear what smell was mixed with the freshness of the ocean. We encountered oil streaks more than once while sailing, but this was the first time I saw this: there was a continuous oil field ahead. First, rainbow stains appeared - orange, blue-violet, then some kind of silvery spots, which became more and more. Soon we saw: it was a dead fish swimming upside down. (167 words)
(According to A. Sobolev)

XIX
A strong wind rustled in the tops of the islands, and along with the noise of the trees came the restless quacking of chilled ducks. Already for two hours the raft had been carried along the rapids, and neither the coast nor the sky could be seen. Turning up the collar of her leather jacket, Anya sat on the boxes and, shrinking from the cold, looked into the darkness, where the lights of the city had long disappeared.
Only the day before yesterday, after transferring from a train to an internal plane, she arrived in this Siberian town, an old, merchant town, with modern loudspeakers on the streets strewn with yellowed needles, and, having received an appointment one day, not finding the courage to ask about a new place , was now swimming in a geological party with complete strangers. She was restless, as she had been during the one and a half hour flight on the shaking plane, and the feeling of a strange dream that was about to break off did not go away. However, everything was real: the yellow sparks of lanterns melted in the impenetrable darkness, she sat on the boxes, and from the gusts of wind at the end of the raft the light of someone's pipe flared up; the oar creaked evenly; a black spot showed a human figure. (160 words)
(According to Yu. Bondarev)

XX
When they arrived at the place where it was necessary to fight, Lermontov, taking a pistol in his hand, solemnly repeated to Martynov that it had never occurred to him to offend him, even upset him, that it was all just a joke and that if Martynov was offended by this, he was ready ask his forgiveness... wherever he wants! "Shoot! Shoot!" - was the answer of the frantic Martynov.
Lermontov should have started, he fired into the air, wanting to end this stupid quarrel amicably. Martynov thought not so magnanimously. He was quite inhuman and vicious enough to go up to his very opponent and shoot him right in the heart. The blow was so strong and sure that death was as sudden as a shot. The unfortunate Lermontov expired. It is surprising that the seconds allowed Martynov to commit this brutal act. He acted against all the rules of honor, nobility and justice. If he wanted the duel to take place, he should have said to Lermontov: “If you please, load your pistol again. I advise you to aim well at me, for I will try to kill you.” That's what a noble, brave officer would have done. Martynov acted like a murderer. (166 words)
(A. Bulgakov, contemporary of Lermontov)

RUSSIAN LANGUAGE (examples of dictations)
Grade 9

main square

The task is difficult - to say about it for the thousandth time. The area is known to everyone
man before he opens the primer. And if life passes even in
deaf and the man has never left home, anyway he knows this paved
stone piece of land. Knowing the earth with our own experience, here we are drawn to
first of all, although this area seems to be already known to the smallest detail.
The first time I remember, I touched the wall with my palm. Same brick as
of our houses near Voronezh, ordinary hewn stone underfoot, clouds over
area is the same as ours. And yet, in everything, there lived a force that made
heart beating like normal...
A piece of land is quite small - five hundred steps ... I have passed here many times,
occupied with conversation or vain thoughts - the square was by itself, I
yourself. And here again, as for the first time, I’m walking against the wall ....
Everything remains the same. Over the years and because you often see these stars and
stones, the attitude towards them does not change. And if it changes, then the same as to the mother: than
more years behind her back, the more expensive her gray hair.
I have seen many squares on earth. Red Square in Moscow has
unique beauty, rigor, originality. ***
The sun is still warm in summer, but the grass has already turned a little yellow. In the dark
light yellow strands can be seen here and there on the green braids of birches.
Above us is a pale blue sky, on the left is a forest, and on the right is not yet sloping
oat field, behind it in the distance - a small river. We cross the line and turn
left towards the forest.
The forest is still good. Willy-nilly, we, spellbound by him
beauty, we stop, and then we walk straight into the thicket.
The broad branches of mighty trees are tightly intertwined in the sky,
the forest is dark and cool.
Slowly we move forward and suddenly we find ourselves in a clearing,
blown through by a light breeze.
There must be lingonberries here, and by all means it must be found.
In my opinion, we must go further into the depths of the forest, but my girlfriends scattered
they scatter across the clearing and are already pouring blood-red berries into baskets.
Finally, I also notice berries under the shiny, as if leathery leaves
cranberries. Yes, they are visible here! The meadow is completely covered with berries. We
dispersed one by one and only call to each other. little by little basket
filled to the brim, and we ourselves ate our fill.
However, lunch is still needed. Marusya spread on the grass folded in half
newspaper, put bread, salt and hard-boiled eggs on it. Don't treat anyone
account for. With appetite we ate everything and stretched out on the grass. FORESTS IN MESHER
The forests in Meshchera are deaf. There is no greater rest and enjoyment than walking all day
through these forests, along unfamiliar roads to some distant lake.
The path in the forests is kilometers of silence, calmness. This is a mushroom prel,
careful flitting of birds. These are sticky butternuts covered with pine needles,
tough grass, cold porcini mushrooms, wild strawberries, purple bluebells in the clearings,
trembling of aspen leaves, solemn light and, finally, forest twilight, when from
mosses are damp and fireflies are burning in the grass.
The sunset burns heavily on the crowns of the trees, gilding them with ancient gilding.
Below, at the foot of the pines, it is already dark and deaf. They fly silently and as if
bats look in the face. Some incomprehensible ringing is heard in the forests -
the sound of the evening, the burnt-out day.
And in the evening, finally, the lake will shine like a black, obliquely set mirror. Night
is already standing over it and looking into its dark water - a night full of stars. Still in the west
the dawn is smoldering, in the thickets of wolf berries the bittern is screaming, and on the mshars they are muttering and fiddling
cranes, disturbed by the smoke of a fire.
Throughout the night, the fire of the fire flares up, then goes out. The birch leaves are hanging
shuffling, the dew flows down the white trunks. And you can hear how somewhere very far away
an old rooster cries hoarsely in the forester's hut.
In an extraordinary, never-heard silence dawn dawns. Heaven on
green in the east. Venus lights up like blue crystal at dawn. ***
Levitan's paintings require a slow examination. They don't dazzle
eye. They are modest and precise, like Chekhov's stories, but the longer
peering into them, the sweeter the silence of provincial settlements becomes,
familiar rivers and country roads.
The painting "After the Rain" contains all the charm of rainy twilight in
Volga town. Puddles sparkle. The clouds go beyond the Volga like low smoke. Steam out
steamship pipes rests on the water. The barges near the shore were black with dampness.
In such summer twilights it is good to enter into dry passages, into low rooms with only
that the washed floors, where the lamps are already burning and outside the open windows there is noise from
falling drops and the abandoned garden smells wildly. The schoolgirl sits in a chair,
cross-legged, and reads Turgenev. An old cat roams the rooms, and his ear
shudders nervously as he listens for the clatter of knives in the kitchen.
The steamer goes down the river, catches up with a rain cloud that has closed
half the sky. The schoolgirl looks after the steamer, and her eyes become misty,
large.
And around the town, disheveled rye fields get wet day and night.
In the painting "Above Eternal Peace" poetry rainy day expressed even more
by force. The painting was painted on the shores of Lake Udomlya in the Tver province.
None of the artists before Levitan conveyed with such sad force
immeasurable gave Russian bad weather. It is so calm and solemn that one feels
like greatness.
***
Tikhonov stood in thought at the window, then cautiously went down and
went to the palace park.
I didn't want to sleep. It was impossible to read in the scattered splendor of the white night,
as it was impossible to turn on the light. The electric fire seemed noisy. He
as if stopping the slow flow of the night, destroying the secrets that have curled up,
like invisible furry beasts, in the corners of the room, did things unpleasantly
real than they really were.
A greenish half-light froze in the alleys. Gilded statues gleamed.
The fountains were silent at night, their quick rustle was not heard. Only fell
separate drops of water, and their splashing carried very far.
The stone stairs near the palace were illuminated by the dawn: a yellowish light
fell to the ground, reflected from the walls and windows.
The palace shone through the obscure darkness of the trees, like a lonely
the golden leaf glows in early autumn through the thick, still fresh and dark foliage.
Tikhonov went along the canal to the bay. In the channel between overgrown mud
small fish swam on the rocks.
The bay was clean and calm. Silence lay over him. The sea is not yet
woke up. Only the pink reflection of the water foreshadowed the approaching sunrise.
sun.
The ocean steamer was heading towards Leningrad. The dawn was already burning in his
portholes, and light smoke trailed astern.
The steamer trumpeted, welcoming the great northern city, the end of the difficult
sea ​​route. Far away in Leningrad, where the spire was already glowing with pale gold
Admiralty, another steamer answered him with a long cry.
There were boats in the canal. The pre-dawn wind blew from the sea and
moved the leaves overhead. QUEEN OF SUMMER
An amazing aroma is poured through the streets of the city, along its boulevards.
The breeze will blow, the green crowns will sway a little - and the wave will hit harder
honey freshness. The fragrant time has come when the lindens are in blossom, pointing to
imperceptibly approaching the height of summer.
Linden is the oldest companion of the city. Entire cities have grown up
linden trees named after her - Lipetsk, Liepaja. Leipzig. BUT
how many Podlipok villages in Russia!
There are many legends, fairy tales and legends about this tree. Linden age,
indifferent to the passage of time, distrustful even of the coming of spring, the ancient
poetic image of the Slavs, a symbol of peace and tranquility.
Lipa is a whole forest pharmacy. folk wisdom managed to unravel
numerous medicinal secrets of this tree. For help to him
are treated for a variety of ailments: coughs, colds, sore throats, burns,
headaches, etc. And lime honey! It is a pantry of various vitamins,
a remedy for many diseases, but the main carrier of pharmacological
properties - lime leaf. However, it must be skillfully collected and dried,
otherwise you will damage the tree, and you will not receive the expected benefit for yourself.
Wood is for everyone. That's why it grows in a red place - under the window, at
houses along the street. And everywhere the linden is held in high esteem. In the city her slender trunks and
shady crowns adorn avenues and boulevards, squares and old parks.
Here, lindens are a tree of comfort, bringing beauty and health.
Linden is one of the true wonders of nature. SATURDAY
Factory cleaning... golden thought! And so the noisy fuss began in the workshops.
Hundreds of volunteers were stranded, scraped, cleaned. Soot escaped from the walls
soapy water streams. Glass creaked, washed with chalk. To the weaving hall
dragged light winches. With the help of them to the ceilings were raised
long cradles. Younger weavers. laughing, joking,
rubbed the humps of glass roofs with chalk, rubbed and rejoiced that
the half-sighted frames would surely see clearly, it would become lighter in the shop.
How good you are, common, voluntary, disinterested work! How can you
you capture a person, make him feel like the owner of everything,
that surrounds him, the owner of his factory, his city, all his
boundless land! You awaken extraordinary powers, and all the best in a person
starts to grow and flourish. There were songs here and there. At first timid, barely
audible, they sound louder and wider, and now fervent choirs
workers, as if competing with each other, are gaining strength. no one
gotta hurry. The powerful, invigorating spirit of competition captured people. Even
the most lazy and negligent are shaken and carried by its mighty stream. Like this
everything reminds Anna of her youth, the subbotnik of her youthful years!
Touched, she looks around the front of the work and thinks: you see, as if your
clean the apartment for the holiday, my dears! ***
I love the road. Most of all, for the fact that she calls to see the flower
patterns of meadows and river valleys, snow-capped mountains and raging
waves of the sea. The road is a constant novelty of impressions. Road like life
it always leads to the future. It is joyful to feel that something is ahead of you
expects. “The most valuable quality in life is eternally young curiosity, not
weary with age and reborn every morning,” said Romain Rolland.
The contemplation of novelty is perhaps the most powerful and wonderful feeling,
inseparable from life.
Travelers are different. Some are attracted by the liveliest,
crowded places, others - reserved corners of nature. One is interested
to inspect ancient monuments and take pictures of sights,
others - to wander along the unknown paths of the vast native land.
The beauty of nature is a cure for mental trauma, for bodily
ailments and accumulated fatigue. In our age of high noise and
high-speed loads a person can really relax and restore
forces only visiting nature.
Traveling alone through native expanses is a good opportunity
take your time to reflect on your life. On the road, they easily and calmly run one after another.
another thought.
To go on a long journey means to test your
strength, endurance, resourcefulness. Real rest is not the same as
peace and idleness. Rest is a healthy and natural load, which
our organism is initially configured. ***
I settled on the banks of the Oka and gradually began to forget the city life.
civilization, noisy streets and highways. The poetry of nature fascinated me.
Fishermen love to meet the morning dawn and see off the evening sunset: in
during these hours the fish are especially hungry and gluttonous, they bite well. Waking up
a little light, I can barely make out the arrows on the dial of my wristwatch.
A veil of fog spreading over the Oka portends a clear morning. most
the river is not visible, it is only guessed in the fuzzy outlines of curly
thickets of coastal willows. In summer, the fish stay closer to the shore and
hears any noise. I quietly make my way through the coastal bushes. Sleeves
and the hood of the jacket get wet quickly. Trying to get comfortable
I lay out fishing utensils on the grass. Hard grass is crushed.
I scoop up water for live bait fish with a bucket, unhurriedly unwind the fishing line,
I put a worm on the hook and cast the bait. float smoothly
lays down on the water. Suddenly, the rod bends, the line is pulled by a string. I
pulled up - a striped perch jumped out of the water.
Morning begins. The East lights up. On the bright pink horizon
the edge of a hot, burning disk appears, and everything around for a short while
freezes. The prim water lilies smile at the rays of the sun. Over the water
across the plain, chasing each other, dragonflies dive with a slight noise.
Every sound, rustle or whisper only enhances the silence of the morning. But here in
bushes leaning over the Oka, the morning concert of those who took refuge in
green pichug. Listening to the harmonious combination of their voices, I
looked at the river. ***
For many days I roamed the Urals. One autumn day I happened to spend the night at
familiar old man on Lake Urzhenskoye, located in the mountains.
The old man at the stove is busy with the samovar. Finally we sit down to drink tea. I
I ask the old man about the hare. Rybak likes to talk and willingly tells
to me interesting story.
This hare saved the old man's life during a forest fire. old fisherman
protects him now and never parted with him.
One day, it dawned a little, grandfather went hunting and climbed into the thick of
forests. Suddenly he sees smoke, hears a crack. Grandfather realized that a forest fire was starting.
Gusts of wind drive the fire at high speed.
If you don't get out of the forest, you will die. We must try to escape. Old man
running, stumbling, breathing with difficulty. We have to hurry because the fire
grows. The branches of the trees are prickly, the branches on the ground are tearing boots, falling
trees. The old man loses his way, gets scared.
Suddenly take it and jump out from under the bush bunny and rush to run along
road. His paws are singed, he runs slowly. Grandpa tries to keep up
hare. He knows that the animals better than a man understand in the direction
the spread of fire and are usually saved. The old man was not mistaken: the hare brought him out
from fire. Having got out of the forest, both were barely breathing from fatigue.
The old man took the hare to him, cured him, and since then they have been living big.
friends. ***
Very few people understand the life of birds as well as
my uncle. This is probably why my most vivid childhood memories are connected with
birds.
Walking one day in the forest, my uncle and I found a chick that fell out of the nest.
There was a colony of thrushes all around. Despite the desperate cries of old birds, uncle
easily caught the chick and threw it into the air. Chick waved
wings, helplessly flew a little, poked into the ground and huddled under
bush of grass.
Uncle took me aside. For ten minutes we watched
chick from the bushes. But adult birds did not fly up to him. Chick
continued to sit on the ground and announced its existence with a faint squeak.
Then the uncle decided to take the chick home to nurse him. Very soon
the young thrush became completely tame, and he lost all fear of
people and always joyfully rushed to meet us.
My uncle was a perfect birder and often took me with
himself when he went to the forest in search of winged singers. During one of
such trips uncle went quite far ahead, and I slowly trudged behind,
because I was staring at everything that seemed interesting to me along the way.
Suddenly, a brown bird fluttered out from under a bush of bird cherry, on which I
I would not have paid attention if she had not suddenly started to sing.
DICTATION.
9 CLASS.
annual control dictation

Mikhailovsky park
I have traveled almost the whole country, I have seen many places that are amazing and heartbreaking, but none of them possessed such sudden lyrical power as Mikhailovskoye. It was deserted and quiet there. There were clouds above. Below them, over the green hills, over the lakes, along the paths of a hundred-year-old park, shadows passed.
Mikhailovsky Park - a hermit's shelter. This is a park where it's hard to have fun. It is made for solitude and reflection. He is a little gloomy with his age-old fir trees, tall, silent and imperceptibly passes into the same majestic, like himself, century-old desert forests. Only on the outskirts of the park, through the twilight that is always present under the arches of old trees, will suddenly open a clearing overgrown with brilliant buttercups, and a pond with still water.
The main charm of Mikhailovsky Park is in the cliff above Sorotya and in the house of the nanny Arina Rodionovna ... The house is so small and touching that it’s even scary to climb its dilapidated porch.
And from the cliff above Sorotya you can see two blue lakes, a wooded hill and our eternal modest sky with clouds sleeping on it...

DICTATION.
9 CLASS.
control dictation for the second quarter
with a grammar task

The fate of man
War thunderstorms died down, and for more than ten years our people had been building a peaceful life, when M.A. Sholokhov again turned to the military theme. You read his short story called "The Fate of a Man", and the heart shrinks from the unbridled narration, which is led by an experienced driver, a soldier who has passed the most terrible trials.
Two years in German death camps. Escape when there was no longer the strength to fight for life. But new blows lie in wait for Andrey Sokolov in his native land. He learns that his wife and daughters were killed during the bombing, and his son went to no one knows where. Shortly before the end of the war, Andrei finds his son in order to lose him on the last war day.
And now a middle-aged man who has lost everything that makes up the meaning of life meets a tiny defenseless creature. The one who endured so much of his own did not become hardened in soul, did not become indifferent to the grief of others. Vanyushka became everything for Andrey. And the old soldier lives for his new son, so that a six-year-old child will never again feel like an orphan.

Grammar task:
In the second paragraph, find all NGNs, determine the type of subordinate clauses.

DICTATION.
9 CLASS.
control dictation for the first half of the year

Forest Lake
Beyond the roadside bushes rose a mixed forest. On the left side, black water gleamed mysteriously. We were only waiting for the path to rush along it into the depths of the forest and find out what was there. And here is the path.
Before we had time to take two hundred steps along it, a boisterous, angry yelping of a little dog stopped us. Not far away stood the forester's hut.
The forester invited us into the house and wanted to make arrangements for the table. But we said that we did not need anything and that we turned off the main road solely to find out what kind of water glitters between the trees.
The water began about fifty paces from the threshold, but much lower than it, since the house stood on a hillock. The narrow boat on which we boarded was so light that, under the weight of four people, it sank to the very edges of the water. The lake of extraordinary beauty surrounded us. The dark green oaks and lindens that lined the lake shores were clearly reflected in the still water. Rare and clear, like stars, flowers of white lilies rested on the water. Each flower was set off so sharply by the blackness of the lake mirror that we usually noticed it two hundred, three hundred meters away.

(According to V. Soloukhin) 170 words

REPETITION
SYNTAX AND PUNCTUATION OF A SIMPLE SENTENCE

On the porch of my house, a strange red-haired huge cat was sleeping.
Exhausted by the sun, he leaned back against the door and sniffed. I coughed. The cat opened its eyes. And this, I will tell you, was a terrible eye, quite a gangster one. Emerald and azure burned in it.
Looking around me, dousing me with azure, dousing me with emerald, the peephole closed.
"Let me pass," I said.
The cat didn't move.
"You're wrong," I remarked as gently as possible. - Well, you see, this is my house, recently acquired on the occasion. Where do I get that kind of money, you ask? I worked, dear. Worked at night, over-ry-va-yas! Let me go to your property."
While I was carrying this rubbish, the cat opened both eyes, listening to me with interest. At the word "over-ry-wa-yas" he stood up, stretched and stepped aside, freeing the passage. I opened the door.
"Please," I said. "Please, come in."
Leaving me ahead, the cat came in next.
"Sit down," I suggested. "Here's the stove, here's the stool."
The guest looked at the stove and the stool, and, noticing a sunspot falling from the window on the floor, he lounged in it with pleasure.
I sat down at the table and got busy with some business, but it didn’t work out. The fire bandit on the floor distracted me. I took out a brush and watercolor and said: "One sketch ... raise your head." The cat opened its eyes and raised its head, and I began to draw it.
The sunspot moved across the floor, toward sunset.
The cat backed away, moving after the spot, and my drawing backed up behind him.
The solar movement did not interfere with me. The redhead kept his posture, did not lower his head. It seems that he understood that drawing cats is a responsible matter in our time, an important matter.
When a spot of sunshine climbed onto the wall, I finished my work and said: "That's enough for today."
The cat rose to its feet, stretched, stretched, briefly assessed the drawing, murmured something, like "not bad", and, without saying goodbye, went out.
(According to Yu. Koval)
(270 words)

Additional task:
Write out a proposal with an appeal and parse it by members.
Make up a sentence with direct speech.

RUSSIAN DICTION FOR GRADE 9
COMPOUND SENTENCE

CHRISTMAS EVE

The last day before Christmas has passed, and a clear winter night has come. The stars looked, and the month rose majestically into the sky to shine for good people and the whole world, so that everyone would have fun caroling and glorifying Christ. It was freezing colder than in the morning, but it was so quiet that the creak of frost under a boot could be heard half a verst away. Not a single crowd of lads has yet shown under the windows of the huts. The moon alone peeped furtively into them, as if urging the dressed-up girls to run out into the creaky snow as soon as possible. Then, through the chimney of one hut, smoke fell in clubs and went in a cloud across the sky. Along with the smoke rose a witch riding a broomstick.
Meanwhile, the witch rose so high that she flashed a single black speck at the top.
(According to N. Gogol)
(110 words)

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Write out a complex sentence and draw up its scheme.
Circle the conjunctions that connect simple sentences as part of compound sentences.

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Dictation №256 (According to L. Andreev) (107 words)

Kusaka rushed about in the footsteps of the departed people for a long time. She ran to the station and came back.

It began to rain frequently, and the darkness of the autumn night began to approach from everywhere. Quickly and dully, he filled the empty dacha. Silently he crawled out of the bushes and, together with the rain, poured from the inhospitable sky.

On the terrace, from which the canvas was taken, the light for a long time sadly illuminated the traces of dirty feet. But he soon gave in. And, when there was no longer any doubt that night had come, the dog howled plaintively.

A ringing note, sharp as desperation, howled into the monotonous sound of rain, cut through the darkness.

And to those who heard it, it seemed that the gloomy night itself was groaning and rushing towards the light. And I wanted to be warm, to a bright fire, to my beloved heart.

(According to L. Andreev) (107 words)

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Name the signs by which this passage can be called a text. What type and style of speech does it belong to?

What words are used in the text in a figurative sense? Find epithets, comparisons, metaphors in the text. What is their role?

what is the role of epithets in the text?

Write the part of speech above each word of the highlighted sentence;

prove that the underlined word is an adverb;

What is the role of adverbs in this text? Prove;

perform syntactic analysis of a complex sentence;

What spelling and punctuation rules can be illustrated with examples from the text? Group them.