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Dictation 1

on the topic "Green participle"

Zazimok

It didn't smell really cold yet. Willows still stood green in dense foliage. And suddenly, quiet, quiet snow slowly began to fall from the low dark sky.

First, barely noticeable fluffs fell, which, touching warm earth, immediately melted, turning into abundant cold dew 4 .

But then large flakes of snow swirled in white cottony tufts, danced in the heavy humid air. And for some half an hour the field turned white. Meadow grasses fell under the weight of damp whiteness. A freshly plowed field lay like a motley patchwork quilt.

It was grey, damp, quiet all around. Nature was preparing to depart for a long winter sleep and was silent in concentration. And only the restless chirping of a magpie suddenly coming from somewhere broke this silence. She, as if surprised, announced:

Good people, heavenly birds! Look, it's winter! Winter!

Sitting on the fence, she constantly chirped and diligently bowed to all four cardinal directions, welcoming the first snow, the coming of winter, the white renewal of nature. 4 .

(According to A. Ryzhov)

Dictation 2

on the topic "Green participle"

A boy of six years old came out onto the porch. Without taking his enchanted eyes off Dick [the dog], he briskly ran off the porch and found himself near the recoiling huge dog. The boy's thin little hand dug into the thick brown wool, began to stir it up, and the forester called out a warning to the dog, ordering him to sit down. But Dick lost himself in amazement and resentment. Only his upper lip lifted up, wrinkling and exposing strong fangs. Laughing joyfully and loudly, the boy tightly clasped the dog's neck with both hands. Shaking his head dazedly, freeing himself from an unwelcome caress, Dick, with a suppressed grunt, ran off to the side. He sat down, sticking out his tongue, and, embarrassed, shook his head, freeing himself from an unfamiliar smell, causing a desire to sneeze. Fleeing from the uninvited guest, who again rushed to him, Dick reached the fence in two jumps, jumped over it and disappeared into the bushes. (122 words.)

(According to P. Proskurin)

Dictation 3

on the topic "Green participle"

A young she-wolf walked in the pack that winter, not forgetting her childish amusements. During the day, the wolves, curled up in balls, dozed, and she jumped up, circled, trampling the snow, and woke up the old people. The wolves rose unwillingly, poked their cold noses at her, and she snarled playfully, biting their legs. The old wolves, curled up and not raising their heads, glanced at the young naughty.

One night the she-wolf got up and ran into the field, and behind her, sticking out their tongues, the old men began to shake. The wolves remained lying, then they ran after the pack.

The wolves ran along the road, and shadows glided after them, breaking in the snow. The snow in the rays of the moon shone with diamonds. From the village came the sound of bells. It seemed that the stars that had fallen from the sky rang as they rolled along the road. The wolves, tied up to their belly, withdrew into the field and lay down, turning their muzzles towards the village.

(125 words) (According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Dictation 4

on the topic “Separation of those involved and

adverbial revolutions "

Under a light breeze of a sultry wind, it [the sea] trembled and, covered with small ripples, dazzlingly brightly reflecting the sun, smiled blue sky thousands of silver smiles. In the deep space between the sea and the sky, the cheerful splash of the waves swept, running up one after another to the gentle coast of the sandy spit. This sound and the brilliance of the sun, reflected a thousand times by the ripples of the sea, harmoniously merged in a continuous movement, full of lively joy. The wind gently stroked the satin surface of the sea, the sun warmed it with its rays, and the sea, drowsily sighing under the gentle power of these caresses, saturated the hot air with the salty aroma of fumes. Greenish waves, running up to the yellow sand, dropped white foam on it, and it melted on the hot sand with a soft sound, moistening it. A narrow, long spit looked like a huge tower that had fallen into the sea.

(115 words) (M. Gorky)

Dictation 5

on the topic "Repetition"

wonderful night

On this night, miracles come uninvited. Late in the evening, sitting at the window, you clearly feel that someone is making his way to the house. Opening the window, you touch the bluish-silver snowflakes falling from the sky and say: “Hello, New Year!»
Whispers, rustles, mysterious chimes are signs of an approaching charming fairy tale.
The moon lights up in the sky, snow falls from the roofs, and a blizzard circling under the window seems to envelop you from head to toe. Forgetting about time, about the holiday, you close your eyes and fall into a sweet dream. You dream that you, having taken off the ground, are flying over a sleepy city, a snow-covered forest, a small river covered with an ice shell. Having flown to the starry sky and taking off a bright star, you attach it to your chest.
In the morning, waking up with a light heart and a joyful smile, you remember an unusual meeting with a miracle. (121 words)

(According to A. Illuminatorskaya)

Dictation 6

on the topic "Repetition"

The train drove off, picking up speed, and I, merging with the crowd, moved towards the bay. I had to walk along a road crossed by pine roots sticking out of the ground.
We crossed the highway leaving footprints on the hot pavement. Next up was the beach.
Having settled down on the sandy shore and having a little rest, I went to the water. Having taken a few steps along the bottom strewn with stones, he plunged and soon swam to the buoy. Swaying slightly above the water, he exposed his scarlet side to the sun. I swam on, focusing on the clear silhouettes of the anchored ships.
On the water, flickering, wavering shadows trembled from the oncoming clouds. Seagulls screeched by. I swam further and further, happily overcoming fatigue. My heart was calm.
Suddenly feeling an endless thickness of water beneath me, I swam back.
I went ashore with a pleasant feeling of fatigue.

(121 words)

Dictation 7

on the topic "Н and НН in participles and

adjectives"

Wolves

There are many fictional stories about wolves. Talk about wolves attacking people, ohtorn to pieces lonely travelers on winter desert roads. These terrible stories are invented by idle people. Wolves themselves are afraid of man, but a rabid wolf is dangerous to a man, just as rabid dogs are dangerous.

In the tundra, I saw wolves chasing herds of nomadic reindeer. 4 Wolves perform the cruel, but sometimes useful role assigned to them by nature. 4 It is known that domestic deer under human protection often fall ill with contagious hoof disease and die. This disease was not observed in wild deer, because the wolves chasing the deer destroyedsick animals.

(112 words) (According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov.)

grammar task

1. Produce parsing offers:

In the tundra I saw wolves chasing herds of nomadic reindeer.4 (variant 1); Wolves perform the cruel, but sometimes useful role assigned to them by nature.4 (Option 2).

2. Follow morphemic parsing words: desert, fall ill, located (1 option); hoofed, perish, pursuing (2 option).

3. Follow morphological analysis words: torn apart (1st option), sick (2nd option).

Dictation 8

on the topic "Repetition"

colorful ribbon

Looking through my notes on the adventures of Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic cases in them.4 Working for the love of his art, this detective never took on the investigation of everyday crimes. Here is one of those cases.

When I woke up one April morning, I saw Sherlock Holmes standing by my bed. He usually got out of bed late, but now the clock on the mantel showed only a quarter past seven. "Very sorry to wake you, Watson," he said. I asked in surprise, "What happened?" It turned out that a client came to us and was waiting in the waiting room. I dressed quickly, and a few minutes later we went down to the living room.

The lady, dressed in black, stood up at our entrance.4 She lifted her veil, and we saw her gray face. She was no more than thirty years old, but her hair shone with gray.

(125 words) (According to A.K. Doyle.)

grammar task

1. Parse the sentence: Looking through my notes about the adventures of Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic cases in them.4 (1st option); The lady, dressed in black, stood up at our appearance. 4 (Option 2).

2. Perform a morphemic analysis of words: April, waking up, woke up (1 option); everyday, looking through, shone (option 2).

3. Perform a morphological analysis of the word: grayed out (1st option), dressed (2nd option).

Dictation 9

on the topic "Particle"

Summer evening

Quiet and gentle warm summer evening. No tiresome heat, no stuffiness in the calm air. Twilight had not yet descended to earth, and in the sky, one after another, pale stars imperceptibly appear, which have not yet had time to flare up. The subdued breeze occasionally rustles above the ground, blows in the face with an unexpected coolness. Then an indistinct rustle rises in the leaves of the trees. About something unknown they will whisper among themselves, not paying attention to the lone traveler. Whatever you look at, whatever you stop it at, everything joyfully meets the evening coolness. Twilight is getting thicker, more noticeable. In the dark sky, more and more dim stars continuously flash. Distant and incomprehensible, they quietly froze in an immense height and, it seems, look with bewilderment at the restless life on earth.

What a lovely evening this is! Nothing disturbs his peace. It is impossible not to admire this wonderful picture of nature.

Dictation 10

on the topic "Proposal"

Despite the beginning of September, it was hot like in summer. Tea was served in the living room, which looked out with its wide-open windows onto the garden, which had not yet been cleared of fallen leaves.

The room was lined with polished antique furniture upholstered in burgundy plush along the walls. Thanks to openwork capes and a snow-white homespun tablecloth embroidered with fancy ornaments, the room looked solemn in a festive way. The gilded and silver-plated dishes were polished to a shine, and in the middle of the table towered, reflecting the sun's rays, a jug in the form of a flower. Around it were placed low, but elegant glasses made of faceted crystal.

The conversation did not stop for an hour. They talked mainly about the trip, which, contrary to fears, ended happily. At the end of the tea party, one of those present, having cheered up, offered to inspect the picturesque lake, which had overflowed due to the recent rains.

(According to I.V. Sorokina)

Dictation 11

on the topic "Repetition"

forest stream

If you want to comprehend the soul of the forest, look for some stream. I am walking along the sandy shore of a narrow, nameless stream, and now I already see, hear, and think.

In a shallow place, water meets a barrier in the roots of fir trees, which makes it murmur and bubble. These bubbles quickly rush downstream and at a new obstacle they stray into a bizarre snow-white lump.

Water has to overcome all new obstacles, but nothing is done to it, it only gathers in silver streams and flows further. At the site of a large blockage, water is in full swing. The seeds of fir and aspen are spinning, drowning and again floating in a whirlpool.

The stream ran out of the forest and fell apart in a clearing into a small lake, along the banks of which bright yellow primroses grew. Their buds touch a shiny smooth surface.

The entire passage of the stream through the forest is the path of a long struggle with numerous obstacles.

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We offer dictations without a grammar task, but taking into account the basic requirements for the number of spellings for the learned rules and the volume of the text (recommended volume is 60-80 words). We remind you that these texts are adapted, that is, adapted to writing control dictations. Although, probably, they can be used in some other way: for free, selective dictation, dictation with continuation, presentation, cheating.

The texts are divided into semesters, not quarters. In addition, they are arranged on a thematic basis, taking into account the time of year (summer-autumn-winter-spring-summer). Some dictation texts were selected from encyclopedias, from the works of famous children's writers: I. Sokolov-Mikitov, M. Prishvin, G. Skrebitsky, V. Bianchi, K. Ushinsky, L. Kuzmin, S. Romanovsky and many others. There are 40 texts in total.

1st half

4th grade

wind and sun

One day the Sun and the angry Wind had an argument. They decided to measure their strength over the traveler. The wind wanted to rip off the traveler's cloak. He began to blow. But the traveler only wrapped himself more tightly in his cloak. The wind was angry, showered the man with rain and snow. Then the traveler put on a cloak in the sleeves and tied it with a belt. The wind realized that he could not pull off his cloak.

And the Sun smiled, warmed the earth and the traveler. He cheered up and took off his cloak himself. Then the meek Sun said to the angry Wind: “You can do much more with caress and kindness than with anger.” (According to K. Ushinsky.)

black grouse

I went to the forest for mushrooms. Suddenly a big bird flew out. And under the spruce, the cubs clung to the ground.

I grabbed the grouse. His little head is small, his eyes are like beads, his yellow beak is slightly opened from fright. The heart is pounding in the hot body. I listen to the beat of this heart. It seems to me that it will jump out of a fragile breast.

I lowered the grouse into the grass. And he rolled like a fluffy ball to his mother. And I was sitting on the edge, and my heart did not let up for a long time. (According to L. Kuzmin.)

Zebras

Zebras live in Africa. They graze in herds or alone. The herd is guarded by a zebra guard.

The main enemy of zebras is the lion. The guard of the predator will notice and blow the alarm. The herd takes off. The stallions run behind the herd. They protect females and foals.

It seems that all zebras are the same. In fact, everyone's stripes are different. The coloring of each zebra is not repeated.

Zebra looks like a very cute horse. In fact, zebras are vicious and wild. The man could not tame the zebra. She has a very free-spirited personality.

Rooster

In the summer I visited my grandmother in the country. One day we sat down to dinner. A rooster appeared at the window. The rooster was beautiful, all red, with white earrings and a large black beak. Its crest was held proudly and looked like a bright flame with frozen tongues.

The rooster walked importantly, and then stopped. He squinted at his grandmother, who was cutting bread. I beckoned to the stranger, but he didn't blink. Then I threw him a crust. The rooster did not eat, but gave the crust to the chickens. (According to P. Sidorov.)

(74 words.)

Guest from the forest

Someone started scratching loudly at the door of the forest lodge. Hunter Uncle Dron opened the door. A large gray beast with a cat's face, fluffy O kámi and stubby tail. There were black tufts on the ears. Two greenish eyes flashed in the darkness.

It was the lynx Masha. The hunter took her out of the lair when she was a tiny lynx. Without her mother, she would have died.

Uncle Drone poured milk into a bowl. Masha began to lap milk like a domestic cat. (According to G. Skrebitsky.)

Our dacha

In the summer we like to relax in the country. There is a plot near our cottage. Fruit trees and shrubs grow on the site.

In spring, a wonderful smell spreads throughout the neighborhood. Apple trees, plums, cherries bloom. It's the middle of summer. Tomatoes and cucumbers ripen in the greenhouse.

In the center of the cottage there is a gazebo. Beans curl around the gazebo. The path is covered with sand. We love to run on this track. It is always cool in the gazebo. You can relax and read. In the fall, our dacha is empty, which is a pity!

Firework

In the evening there will be fireworks in our city. It's getting dark. Adults and children poured out into the street. Many will watch the fireworks in the city center. People stand on the balcony, on the square, near the house or in the room by the window.

The clock on the Spasskaya Tower struck ten. Volleys rang out. Fires crackled and flew high. Red, green, yellow clusters bloomed in the night sky. They illuminated the area brightly. The kids screamed and clapped their hands happily.

thief

In the summer, the guys worked in the hayfield. Every morning grandfather Mikhey shouted: “Get up! The ear is cooked!” Everyone ran to the shore of Tansy, bathed and sat down to have breakfast.

Once, at grandfather Mikhey's, someone pulled out the nets and took out the fish. We decided to catch the thief. It was quiet at night, only mosquitoes buzzed and got into my eyes.

In the morning there was a crackling of boughs, the grass parted in the water, then a bear appeared. The bear stood up on its hind legs and began to pull the fish out of the nets.

We laughed. The clubfoot heard the noise and quickly swam into the reeds. (According to G. Durkin.)

Fire in the forest

August was very hot. The grass in the forest clearing turned yellow, dried up in places. Leaves drooped on a young birch.

Suddenly, from the south, it pulled a fumes. The smoke thickened. The fire quickly ran from top to top of the pines. Grandfather Stepan and his grandson hurried to the lake. They ran, they hurried, they fell. They made their way to the water along a narrow path. At the shore of the lake, both collapsed from fatigue.

The fire raged to the side. The grandson helped his grandfather to get into the boat. They swam towards the village.

Young stock area

We often visited the zoo. Favorite place - playground of young animals. She is in the center of the zoo. Fox cubs, wolf cubs, cubs live peacefully on the site. Animals are funny and funny. They deftly climb over logs, play ball, run from ladder to ladder. Children are always crowded around the playground.

It is interesting to observe the habits of small predators. End of summer. The animals grew up and got stronger. By autumn, they will leave their fun playground. They are waiting for warm homes and caring hands of people.

Oak

Oak is especially good when it grows in a clearing. Then other trees do not interfere with it. Its huge trunk stands straight. Wide branches spread out at the height of human growth.

In spring, the forest has long been dressed in festive attire. The birch stands all curly, but the buds on the oak have not yet blossomed. Its leaves grow slowly. But in autumn, the leaves from other trees will already fall off, and the oak is still dressed in foliage. Even in winter, its foliage still darkens.

good custom

The ancient Greeks had a very good custom. Every four years, the strongest, most agile and fastest youths of all Greece gathered in the valley near the city of Olympia for wrestling, running, discus and hammer throwing competitions. For the sake of this, the Greeks forgot enmity. A heavy punishment threatened the man with the sword.

This glorious custom has survived to this day. Every four years, the best athletes in the world come to sports. In memory of the Olympic Games, the competition was called Olympic. (According to D. Rodari.)

Seagulls

There are many fish in the Arctic Ocean, but it is difficult to catch them.

White seagulls fly over the waves. Hours on the wings, no time to sit down. They stared into the water with their eyes. Will the dark back of a fish flash somewhere?

A seagull noticed a herd of fry. Slipped down, dipped, grabbed a fish and rose into the air.

We saw other seagulls. They flocked, tumble into the water, grab, fight, shout. They just quarrel in vain. The little one is coming. Enough for everyone! (According to V. Bianchi.)

(63 words.)

Crane

There was a big swamp all around. A strong wind shook the low birch and dry reeds. It was sad and depressing.

Suddenly there was a loud scream. It was the cry of a young crane. The right wing was hit and sank to the ground. He lived well in the summer in the swamp. There was a lot of water, grass and various tasty food here. Now the crane stood sad and looked around. He remembered his flock and called her cry.

The forester and his son came to the cry of the crane. They took the beetle to their home.

Dream

A person is arranged in such a way that in the summer he dreams of soft snow, of ice patterns on the windows. But in winter, give him the green rustle of grass, the scorching sun, the smell of flowering bird cherry.

I walked through deep snow and thought about summer with the cloying smells of bright flowers, with stones as hot as an oven, with a lazy sea from the heat. Loose snow fell from the branches of pines. I dreamed so much that it became even hot. (According to Yu. Yakovlev.)

(64 words.)

Volga

There is a small pond at the edge of the young forest. Here, in thin swamps and viscous bogs, the Volga was born. From there, she set off on a long journey.

You rarely find such a beauty as the Volga. Her beauty was glorified in fairy tales, stories, paintings.

Near the city of Rybinsk, the Volga turns. Its low banks were covered with a carpet of meadows and shrubs. Behind the hills you can see the expanse of fields. The sweet scent of flowers pervaded the soft air.

The name of the beautiful river is near and dear to us.

old spruce

By autumn, heavy cones hung on the old spruce. The spruce was preparing to feed the birds and animals.

Hungry in the winter in the forest. A squirrel ran out into the clearing. She climbed up the spruce, took the cone and began to eat. The spotted woodpecker plucked a cone and flew into the forest. A flock of crossbills flew to the spruce. With tenacious claws, small birds chose seeds from cones.

A lot of cones remained with the spruce until spring. The sun warmed up. Light seeds flew out of the cones. A seed falls on moist soil and germinates. It will give life to a new tree. (According to G. Skrebitsky.)

Winter after autumn

It's cold outside. Frost covered the earth. In the evening it snowed in flakes. He settled on the tops of the trees. It became light in the forest.

There are visitors from the north. Birds in a crimson cap on their heads perched on the branches of a birch. Bullfinches with a red breast flocked to the mountain ash.

The inhabitants of the forest meet the winter in a new outfit. The squirrel has a gray fur coat, the hare has a white one. Toptygin has been sleeping in a hole under a spruce for a long time. Goodbye autumn, hello winter!

Late fall

Late autumn has come. A cold, harsh wind blew. The multi-colored leaves swirled in the air and flew. Yellow foliage flies from the birch. On the path lie red leaves of aspen, brown leaves of poplar and alder. Autumn leaves swirl in the air.

It soon began to rain, in the morning frost appeared on the ground. The night is now long and the day is short. The last migratory birds fly away. It became quiet in the alley of the park. From the surrounding villages, cars were drawn into the city. Potatoes, carrots, cabbage, apples are brought to the market.

(72 words.)

Who broke the donkeys?

The wind carried the snow from one place to another. On the river, in the forest, he was blown away by whole mountains.

Then the calm, wonderful weather set in. Large snowflakes fell to the ground in flakes. We came to the swamp. It is overgrown with grass, reeds and young aspens around. My neighbor looked at the trees and said: “All the aspens have broken tops!”

There were no traces in the aspen forest, the snowfall tried to cover everything. “A family of elks used to live here,” I guessed. Trees become brittle in severe frosts. Here the moose break them. (According to A. Ivanov.)

Winter in the forest

Early morning in the forest. The dawn is calm. The snow crunches softly underfoot. Birches and bushes were decorated with frost.

Footprints are visible in the snow. Here is a chain of foxes winding along the forest edge. The wolves walked along the very edge of the clearing. Suddenly, a cheerful flock of birds flew over the edge. She sat on top of a pine tree.

A snow cap fell from a branch of a forest beauty. She lay down on an old stump. It smells good in the forest of resin and pine needles.

The rescue

It was in winter. It was a sunny day. The kids ran outside and played snowballs. Misha has new skates. He decided to skate on the ice. The thin ice on the pond could not bear the weight and cracked. Misha fell into the water. He grabbed the edge of the ice and screamed.

Wet clothes became heavy. The boy could not get out of the water. Railroad workers walked along the shore. They rushed to Misha to help. They handed him a board. The boy was saved.

(71 words.)

Winter morning

It snowed at night. In the morning, people saw the earth in a white outfit. There was a slight frost. Lonely snowflakes swirled in the air. The trees were covered in frost. There is a wonderful fringe on the branches of birch and aspen.

The sun came out. The whole area has changed. Everything sparkled, sparkled. Snowflakes sparkled on the snow tablecloth. What a joy it is to see the world around you!

Sparrows and titmouse chirped on the mountain ash. Igor and Dima went out to build an ice slide. Janitor Uncle Vasya cleaned the paths to the entrance of the house.

(71 words.)

Why decorate the Christmas tree?

New Year. There is a tree in every house. Toys, balls, sweets hang on it.

In ancient times, the New Year was celebrated in the spring. People rejoiced at the sun and heat. On the day of the holiday, they decorated fruit trees with lights. These are symbols of the sun and fertility.

But the habits have changed. The New Year began to be celebrated in winter. AND northern peoples chose a Christmas tree as a Christmas tree. Only it stands green in the winter cold. On its branch people hang toys that resemble fruits and vegetables. Instead of lights, the Christmas tree is decorated with garlands of light bulbs.

2 semester

4th grade

In April

April has been jubilant for a whole week. The last snow melted under the bright rays of the sun and the warm wind. The forest hummocks were freed from the snow cover. The first butterflies, beetles, spiders flew out to the meadows.

The grove woke up. The fragrant buds of the trees opened. Young shoots timidly made their way through the old foliage. The bird choir sounded joyfully. All winter the birds waited for the warm sun. And the animals are hungry in the spring. Each cone, a sweet root for the animal is a find. By the end of April the swallows arrived. They settled under the roof of our house.

(74 words.)

The height of spring

Sunlight floods the area. It is the height of spring. Bees buzz over plants. Bird cherry blooms along the edges of forests, along the banks of rivers and streams. This is a very pleasant and cheerful tree in a white lace cape.

Both in summer and autumn, a forest beauty is good. She was strewn with beads of dark berries. The berries glisten in the bright sun. For a long time you remember this amazing picture. Bird cherry can be seen in the northern regions. Housewives bake pies with sweet cherry filling. The children eat berries. Do not break bird cherry in spring, leave its beauty to people!

Wonders of the spring forest

The rain and the sun drove the snow away. Ringing streams carry away the winter. The lark's song is high. Everything is amazing in spring. Nature is being renewed. Spread the wings of the bee. Buzzing over fragrant willow flowers. Insects crawled out on the bark of trees.

Birches are still crying in the shade. Juice flows from wounds where the bark is cracked from severe frost.

Forty chirps, informs everyone about everything. The woodpecker's red riding hood flickers. The forest doctor treats trees, gets harmful larvae from under the bark. Many wonders in the spring forest!

(72 words.)

willow guests

Blackened in the fields of the road. The snow crumpled in the ravine. The trees are still bare and grey. Willow among them glows with a golden bouquet. You touch a fluffy lump with your finger, and your finger will turn yellow. Smell and smell the honey aroma.

The guests rush to the feast. Here sat on a branch clumsy hairy bumblebee. He was covered in yellow pollen. Hungry ants came running. The annoying flies are buzzing. Everything is buzzing, ringing.

The willow will turn green and lose its beauty among the green bushes. But this wonderful holiday will be remembered for a long time!

In the meadow

Long wait for the arrival of spring. And here she is on the doorstep. Warms the spring sun. It eats the last snow. Streams run down the path. They fill a deep puddle to the brim and hurry on.

At the old stump, winter apartments were empty. A huge forest anthill came to life under the warm sun. WITH early morning until late in the evening, its inhabitants are busy. They bring blades of grass, pine needles into the house. Moose showed up. He examined the area, drank cold water from a puddle and disappeared. Amazing life the field is filled!

May

A May thunderstorm swept over the grove. Thunder rumbled. On a birch, aspen, mischievous raindrops jump from leaf to leaf. The spring sun fills the whole area with warm light.

Cherry blossoms near a small stream. From early morning until late evening, the voices of birds do not stop. You approach the white birch trunks and hear the song of the starling. He sings easily, joyfully, loudly.

Nature is dressed in tender young greenery. May thunders through the fields, meadows, forests. It spreads light and heat throughout the earth. Hello Spring!

About shutter speed

A person must suppress anger, a bad mood. There is no joyful and successful every day in life.

Monkeys in moments of excitement beat their chests, a dog growls and bares its teeth, an elephant swings its trunk. Exposure is appreciated by people, but it is difficult to give.

You sat down to play with a friend. You are in a wonderful mood. But here you are losing. You immediately become suspicious, check every move, argue, quarrel. Be fair and tell yourself: "My friend was stronger."

Manage to master your feelings. Self-control will serve you well.

Linden blossoms

I was walking through the forest and caught a strong smell of linden. Turned off the path and headed towards the edge. The tree blossomed. It will win any beauty pageant, I thought.

Lipa complained: "An inept tailor sewed clouds together today." I threw back my head and saw that the tree was trying on the dresses of the clouds. The wind tossed her snow-white clothes aside.

It's raining mushrooms. A joyful ray of the sun peeped out through the cloud, a multi-colored rainbow lined up in the sky. Lipa decided to throw a rainbow over her dress. No one has ever seen such a wonderful dress at the festival. (According to A. Trofimov.)

After the rain

Summer rain stops. You are looking at the sky. It is blue. The magic bridge spanned from the village to the pine forest. This is a beautiful rainbow. The smell of wild flowers fills the whole area. The sun comes out from behind the forest.

Raindrops fall heavily from leaves and blades of grass. Each of them sparkles and sparkles. Light steam comes from the ground. The air is fresh. A bird is screaming from a branch. The sun illuminates a tall pine tree with a smooth trunk.

Suddenly I see a handsome man with a dark head on a strong leg under a pine tree. This is a boletus mushroom. That's lucky!

Rocket

The old woman was sitting on a bench. Valerka and I were building a rocket. The old woman looked in our direction and sighed. We paid no attention to her. We had a very important job.

Football player Sasha came out of the entrance. He looked around the yard and ran straight to the old woman. Sasha took her bag and money from her. Soon he returned and gave her a loaf of bread, a pack of cottage cheese, a carton of milk. A smile lit up the old woman's face. She got up and walked towards the entrance.

She wanted to ask us for help. And we were building a rocket.

Sink

It is good to sail at night along the moon path. You swim and throw handfuls of lunar gold in the dark. I swam and peered into the amazing winding track. Moonlight sparkled and settled to the bottom. The bottom glowed faintly.

I noticed a big shell. She looked like a giant sunflower seed. The shell was furrowed with dark streaks. Pearls are found inside the shells. There is only one pearl in a thousand shells. So I didn't need to check one sink.

Summer twilight

The tired summer sun sank below the horizon. It cast the last warm rays. They doused the tops of firs and pines with gold and went out. A lone crow flew from tree to tree. The forest is quiet. Only the grasshoppers were still chirping. It smelled of dampness. The trees have become like monsters.

My friend and I quickly built a fire. The smell of fish soup spread throughout the area. The branches crackled in the fire. Sparks flew from branch to branch.

Under a large mighty oak we settled down for the night. I couldn't sleep for a long time. The solemn silence of the forest frightened me.

birch

A slender birch grew in the taiga wilderness. She dreamed of seeing the sun. The larches covered it. In a harsh winter, disaster struck. Heavy snowdrifts tilted her. She cried all spring. Streams of juice dripped onto the damp earth. Autumn winds bent the birch in an arc. Without the bright sun, under the cold rain, the birch tree became wrinkled. Moss is tangled in its leaves.

Time passed. Small birches appeared on a hunched birch. They grew quickly and became taller than larches. The mother birch held the children on her back and rejoiced. They managed to see the sun! (According to I. Kostyr.)

favorite tree

White birch was and is our favorite tree. She's like good man: a handsome, slender, white-faced. And there are many benefits from it. Birch firewood is the hottest in the oven. And birch buds and leaves are the best to drive away colds and other diseases.

In the old days, they did not take too much from a birch, did not bring it to illness and did not destroy it. And there were birch groves in Rus' with oak forests, like palaces. They were cherished in gratitude for their beauty and kindness. (According to S. Romanovsky.)

(72 words.)

On the shore

Petka and I lay down on a warm stone, looked into the water. Shards of shells sparkle on the light sand. The lazy current shakes the soft grasses. We lie quietly. Here the underwater population gathers around us.

A dark-headed burbot crawled out of a hole under a stone and shot into the thicket. The roach swept quickly. And here is a large mustachioed cancer crawling out. Get out, eyes leads. Who dares to disturb us? Now everyone gets it! The fry, roaches, and perches rushed off in fear. Hiding somewhere. Petya and I also left. (According to E. Shim.)

Mood

I was in a good mood. They bought me a real soccer ball. I was very happy and called my neighbor Andrey. I wanted to make a real holiday. I laid a new tablecloth on the table, took out strawberry jam, a piece of cake.

Andrei took jam from a vase with a spoon. From the spoon, drop by drop, the jam slid onto the tablecloth. The drops spread quickly. Andrei laughed, told how we would play in the yard.

He left and made me very sad.

Swans

Swans settled on a distant lake. These are very beautiful and proud birds.

Early in the morning we went to the lake. A brisk path descended into a ravine, ran up a hill, and hid in the bushes. We took to the road. Rose hips grew at the edge of the road. A little further on was the field. The rye was already growing there. Silvery drops of dew shone everywhere.

Here is the lake. Swans willingly took to O rm. The most daring was the big swan. We named him Mishka. You sit with friends on the shore and look at these proud beauties. Good birds!

Control dictations. 10 - 11 grades

Extraordinary days

Voropaev entered Bucharest with a wound that had not yet healed, received by him in the battle for Chisinau. The day was bright and perhaps a little windy. He flew into the city on a tank with scouts and then was left alone. As a matter of fact, he should have been in the hospital, but how can you lie down on the day you enter the blindingly white city, seething with excitement? He did not sit down until late at night, but still wandered the streets, entering into conversations, explaining something or simply hugging someone without words, and his Chisinau wound healed, as if cured by a magic potion.

And the next wound, accidentally received after Bucharest, although it was lighter than the previous one, it healed inexplicably long, almost to Sophia herself.

But when, leaning on a stick, he got off the staff bus to the square in the center of the Bulgarian capital and, not waiting to be hugged, he himself began to hug and kiss everyone who fell into his arms, something pinched in the wound, and she froze . At that time he could hardly stand on his feet, his head was spinning, and his fingers grew cold - he was so tired during the day, for he spoke for hours in the squares, in the barracks, and even from the pulpit of the church, where he was carried in his arms. He talked about Russia and the Slavs as if he was at least a thousand years old.

***

There was silence, all that could be heard was the snorting and chewing of the horses and the snoring of the sleeping ones. Somewhere a lapwing was crying, and occasionally there was a squeak of snipes, who flew in to see if the uninvited guests had left.

Yegorushka, out of breath from the heat, which was especially felt after eating, ran to the sedge and looked around the area from there. He saw the same thing that he had seen before noon: the plain, the hills, the sky, the purple distance. Only the hills stood closer, but there was no mill, which remained far behind. Having nothing to do, Yegorushka caught the violinist in the ravine, raised him in his fist to his ear and listened for a long time as he played his violin. When the music got tired, he chased after a crowd of yellow butterflies that flew to the sedge to drink, and did not notice himself how he found himself again near the britzka.

Suddenly, a low hum was heard. The song, quiet, lingering and mournful, like a cry and barely audible, was heard now from the right, now from the left, now from above, now from under the ground, as if an invisible spirit was hovering over the steppe and singing. Yegorushka looked around and did not understand where this strange song came from. Later, when he listened, it began to seem to him that the grass was singing. In her song, half-dead, already dead, without words, but plaintively and sincerely, she convinced someone that she was not to blame for anything, that the sun burned her out in vain; she assured me that she passionately wanted to live, that she was still young and would be beautiful if it were not for the heat and the drought. There was no guilt, but she still asked someone for forgiveness and swore that she was unbearably hurt, sad and sorry for herself.(According to A.P. Chekhov) (241 words)

***

Often in autumn I would watch the falling leaves closely to catch that imperceptible split second when the leaf separates from the branch and begins to fall to the ground. I have read in old books about the sound of falling leaves, but I have never heard that sound. The rustle of leaves in the air seemed to me as unbelievable as stories about hearing the grass grow in spring.

I was, of course, wrong. Time was needed so that the ear, dulled by the rattle of the city streets, could rest and catch the very clear and precise sounds of the autumn earth.

There are autumn nights, deafened and dumb, when calmness hangs over the black wooded edge.

It was such a night. The lantern illuminated the well, the old maple tree under the fence, and the wind-torn nasturtium bush.

I looked at the maple tree and saw how a red leaf carefully and slowly separated from the branch, shuddered, stopped for a moment in the air and began to fall obliquely at my feet, slightly rustling and swaying. For the first time I heard the rustle of a falling leaf - a vague sound, like a child's whisper.

Dangerous profession

In pursuit of interesting shots, photographers and cameramen often cross the line of reasonable risk.

Not dangerous, but almost impossible in nature, shooting wolves. It is dangerous to shoot lions, very dangerous - tigers. It is impossible to say in advance how the bear will behave - this strong and, contrary to general idea, a very mobile animal. In the Caucasus, I broke a well-known rule: I climbed a mountain where a she-bear and cubs were grazing. The calculation was that, they say, autumn and the mother no longer protects her offspring so jealously. But I was wrong... At the click of a camera that captured two babies, a mother dozing somewhere nearby rushed towards me like a torpedo. I understood: in no case should you run away - the beast will rush after you. On the spot, the remaining man puzzled the bear: she suddenly braked sharply and, looking at me intently, rushed after the baby.

When shooting animals, you must, firstly, know their habits and, secondly, do not go on the rampage. All animals, with the possible exception of connecting rod bears, tend to avoid meeting people. Analyzing all the misfortunes, you see: the carelessness of man provoked the attack of the beast.

Telephoto lenses have long been invented to shoot animals without frightening them and without risking attack, most often forced. In addition, non-scared animals that do not mean your presence behave naturally. Most of the expressive shots were obtained by knowledge and patience, by understanding the distance, breaking which is unreasonable and even dangerous.

Path to the lake

The dawn is slowly getting brighter. Soon a ray of sun will touch the bare tops of the trees in autumn and gild the shining mirror of the lake. And nearby is a smaller lake, of a bizarre shape and color: the water in it is not blue, not green, not dark, but brownish. It is said that this specific shade is explained by the peculiarities of the composition of the local soil, the layer of which covers the lake bottom. Both of these lakes are united under the name of Borovoe Lakes, as the old-timers of these places dubbed them in ancient times. And to the southeast of the Borovoye Lakes, giant swamps stretch. These are also former lakes, overgrown for decades.

In this early hour of a wonderful golden autumn, we are moving towards a lake with an unpleasant name - Pogany Lake. We got up a long time ago, even before dawn, and began to equip ourselves for the journey. On the advice of the watchman who sheltered us, we took waterproof raincoats, hunting wading boots, prepared travel food so as not to waste time on kindling a fire, and set off.

For two hours we made our way to the lake, trying to find convenient approaches. At the cost of supernatural efforts, we overcame a thicket of some tenacious and thorny plant, then a half-rotted slum, and an island appeared ahead. Before reaching the wooded mound, we fell into the thickets of lily of the valley, and its regular leaves, as if aligned by an unknown master who gave them a geometrically precise shape, crackled near our faces.

In these thickets for half an hour we indulged in peace. You raise your head, and above you the tops of pine trees rustle, resting on a pale blue sky, through which not heavy, but half-air, fidget clouds move in a summery way. Having rested among the lilies of the valley, we again began to look for the mysterious lake. Located somewhere nearby, it was hidden from us by a thick overgrowth of grass.(247 words)

***

Supernatural efforts made by the hero to overcome different kind road obstacles were not in vain: the visit promised to be by no means without interest.

As soon as Chichikov, crouching down, stepped into the dark, wide passage, which had been added somehow, a cold breeze immediately blew over him, as from a cellar. From the passage he got into a room, also dark, with curtains drawn down, slightly illuminated by a light that did not descend from the ceiling, but ascended to the ceiling from under the wide crack at the bottom of the door. Throwing open this door, he finally found himself in the light and was overwhelmed by the disorder that presented itself. It seemed as if the floors were being washed in the house and all things were taken here and piled up at random. On one table there was even a broken chair and here - a clock with a stopped pendulum, to which the spider had already attached a bizarre web. Right there, leaning sideways against the wall, was a cupboard with antique silver, which had almost disappeared under a layer of dust, decanters and excellent Chinese porcelain, acquired God knows when. On the bureau, which had once been lined with a lovely mother-of-pearl mosaic, which had already fallen out in places and left behind only little yellow grooves filled with glue, lay a great variety of all sorts of things: a pile of papers covered with small handwriting, covered with a greenish marble press with a handle in the shape of an egg on top, some an old book bound in leather with a red edge, a lemon all shriveled up, no bigger than a hazelnut, a broken arm of long-lost chairs, a glass with some unattractive liquid and three flies, covered with a letter, a piece of rag somewhere raised and two feathers, stained with ink. To top off the strange interior, several paintings were hung very closely and stupidly on the walls.

(According to N.V. Gogol)

***

I recall with inexplicable joy my childhood years in an old landowner's house in central Russia.

Quiet, summer-like clear dawn. The first ray of sun through the loosely closed shutters gilds the tiled stove, freshly painted floors, freshly painted walls, hung with pictures on themes from children's fairy tales. What colors shimmering in the sun did not play here! Against a blue background, lilac princesses came to life, the pink prince took off his sword, hurrying to help his beloved, the trees shone blue in the winter hoarfrost, and spring lily of the valley bloomed nearby. And outside the window, a lovely summer day is gaining strength.

The dewy freshness of the early flowers of peonies, light and tender, bursts into the wide open old window.

The low house, hunched over, leaves, grows into the ground, and over it the late lilac is still blooming violently, as if in a hurry to cover its squalor with its white-purple luxury.

On the wooden narrow steps of the balcony, also rotten from time to time and swaying underfoot, we go down to swim to the river located near the house.

After swimming, we lie down to sunbathe near the thickets of coastal reeds. After a minute or two, touching a branch of a dense hazel growing on the right, closer to the sandy slope, a magpie scatters on a tree. What does she not talk about! A ringing chirping rushes towards her, and, growing, gradually, the many-voiced bird's hubbub fills the brightly colored summer garden.

After enjoying the swim, we return back. The glass door leading from the terrace is ajar. On the table in a simple earthenware pot is a bunch of skillfully picked, just picked, not yet blossoming flowers, and next to it, on a snow-white linen napkin, is a plate of honey, over which bright golden bees hover with an even buzz.

How easy it is to breathe in the early morning! How long do you remember this feeling of happiness that you experience only in childhood!

Greatest shrine

Through the care of a dear friend, I received from Russia a small box of Karelian birch, filled with earth. I belong to people who love things, are not ashamed of feelings and are not afraid of crooked smiles. In youth, this is forgivable and understandable: in youth we want to be self-confident, reasonable and cruel - rarely respond to offense, control our face, restrain our heart from trembling. But the burden of years wins, and strict restraint of feelings no longer seems to be the best and most important thing. Now I am the way I am, I am ready and able to kneel in front of a box of Russian soil and say out loud, without fear of other people's ears: "I love you, the land that gave birth to me, and I recognize you as my greatest shrine."

And no skeptical philosophy, no intelligent cosmopolitanism will make me ashamed of my sensitivity, because love guides me, and it is not subject to reason and calculation.

The earth in the box dried up and turned into lumps of brown dust. I pour it carefully and carefully so as not to scatter it on the table in vain, and I think that of all the things of a person, the earth has always been both the most beloved and close.

For dust you are, and to dust you shall return.

(According to M.A. Osorgin)

Rose

Early in the morning, as soon as dawn broke, I returned to familiar places along untrodden paths. In the distance, obscure and foggy, I already imagined a picture of my native village. Hurriedly stepping on the uncut grass, I imagined how I would approach my house, rickety from antiquity, but still friendly and expensive. I wanted to quickly see the familiar street from childhood, the old well, our front garden with jasmine and rose bushes.

Immersed in my memories, I imperceptibly approached the outskirts and, surprised, stopped at the beginning of the street. At the very edge of the village stood a dilapidated house, not changed at all since I left here. All these years, for many years, no matter where fate threw me, no matter how far from these places, I always invariably carried in my heart the image of my home, as a memory of happiness and spring ...

Our house! He, as before, is surrounded by greenery. True, the vegetation here has become more. In the center of the front garden, a large rose bush has grown, on which a delicate rose has blossomed. The flower garden is neglected, weeds are intertwined on the flowerbeds and paths that have grown into the ground, which have not been cleared by anyone and have not been sprinkled with sand for a long time. The wooden lattice, far from new, was completely peeled off, dried out and fell apart.

Nettles occupied a whole corner of the flower garden, as if serving as a backdrop for a delicate pale pink flower. But next to the nettle was a rose, and nothing else.

The rose blossomed on a fine May morning; when she opened her petals, the morning dew left a few tears on them, in which the sun played. Rose was crying. But everything around was so beautiful, so clean and clear on this spring morning ...

***

Behind the big house was an old garden, already wild, drowned out by weeds and bushes. I walked along the terrace, still strong and beautiful; through the glass door one could see a room with a parquet floor, probably a living room; an old piano, and engravings on the walls in wide mahogany frames - and nothing more. Only peonies and poppies survived from the former flower beds, which raised their white and bright red heads from the grass; young maples and elms, already plucked by cows, grew along the paths, stretching out, interfering with each other. It was dense, and the garden seemed impassable, but this was only near the house, where there were still poplars, pines and old lindens of the same age that had survived from the former alleys, and further behind them the garden was cleared for haymaking, and there was no longer soaring, the cobwebs did not climb into the mouth and eyes, the breeze blew; the farther inland, the more spacious, and cherries, plums, sprawling apple trees and pears were already growing in the open, so tall that it was not even believed that they were pears. This part of the garden was rented by our city merchants, and it was guarded from thieves and starlings by a foolish peasant who lived in a hut.

The garden, more and more thinned, turning into a real meadow, descended to the river, overgrown with green reeds and willows; near the mill dam there was a pool, deep and fishy, ​​a small mill with a thatched roof roared angrily, frogs croaked furiously. On the water, smooth as a mirror, circles occasionally went round, and river lilies trembled, disturbed by cheerful fish. A quiet blue stretch beckoned to itself, promising coolness and peace.

Zoryanka

It happens that in the forest near some golden-red pine a knot will fall out of a white pine body. A year or two will pass, and a dawn will look at this hole - a small bird of exactly the same color as the bark of a pine tree. This bird will drag feathers, hay, fluff, twigs into an empty knot, build a warm nest for itself, jump onto a twig and sing. And so the bird begins spring.

After some time, or even right here, after the bird, a hunter comes and stops by a tree in anticipation of the evening dawn.

But now the song thrush, from some height on the hill, was the first to see the signs of dawn, whistled its signal. The dawn bird responded to him, flew out of the nest and, jumping from twig to twig, higher and higher, from there, from above, she also saw the dawn and answered the signal of the song thrush with her signal. The hunter, of course, heard the signal of the thrush and saw how the golden robin flew out, he even noticed that the golden robin, a small bird, opened its beak, but he simply did not hear what she peeped: the voice of the small bird did not reach the ground.

The birds were already praising the dawn above, but the man below could not see the dawn. The time has come - the dawn rose over the forest, the hunter saw: high on a knot, a bird will open its beak, then close it. It is the dawn sings, the dawn praises the dawn, but the song is not heard. The hunter still understands in his own way that the bird praises the dawn, and why he doesn’t hear songs is because she sings to praise the dawn, and not to be famous herself before people.

And so we believe that as soon as a person begins to praise the dawn, and not to be famous for the dawn himself, the spring of the person himself begins. All of our true amateur hunters, from the smallest to common man to the largest, they breathe only in order to glorify spring. And how many good people there is in the world, and none of them know anything good about themselves, and everyone will get used to him so much that no one even suspects how good he is, that he exists in the world for the sole purpose of glorifying the dawn and starting his own spring man.

***

The dawn was breaking, it was getting fresh, and it was time for me to get ready for the road. Passing through dense reed thickets, making my way through a thicket of inclined willows, I went to the bank of the river and quickly found my flat-bottomed boat. Before leaving, I checked the contents of my canvas bag. Everything was in place: a can of pork stew, smoked and stewed fish, a loaf of black bread, condensed milk, a skein of strong twine and many other things needed on the road.

Having driven away from the shore, I let go of the oars, and the boat quietly drifted downstream. Three hours later, around the turn of the river, the gilded domes of the church appeared clearly visible against the background of lead clouds near the horizon, but, according to my calculations, it was still not close to the city.

After walking a few steps along the cobbled street, I decided to mend my boots, or chaebots, which had been wet for a long time. The shoemaker was a dashing man of gypsy appearance. There was something extraordinarily attractive in the precise movements of his muscular arms.

Satisfying my hunger in the nearest cafe, where I had beetroot soup, liver with stewed potatoes and borzh, I went to wander around the city. My attention was drawn to the boardwalk stage, where multi-colored flags fluttered. The juggler has already finished his speech and bowed. He was replaced by a freckled dancer with reddish bangs and a yellow silk fan in her hands. After dancing some kind of tap-dance, she gave way to a clown in a star-shaped leotard. But the poor fellow was devoid of talent and not at all funny with his antics and jumps.

Having bypassed almost the entire town in half an hour, I settled down for the night on the banks of the river, hiding in an old waterproof raincoat.

When you were very young, you must have been told the tale of Thumbelina, of ugly duckling, about the adventures of a steadfast tin soldier. You have become older and read with enthusiasm about the history of the shepherdess and the chimney sweep, about the swineherd, about darning needle. And the fairy tale The Snow Queen» you not only read it several times, but also saw it in the cinema or in the theater. Adults also do not forget Andersen. There is something for them to think about, laugh at and mourn in the fairy tales "Shadow", "Old Street Lamp", "Nightingale", "The King's New Dress". How much fiction and knowledge of life, love for people and witty satire, poetry and depth are in them!
But in fact, the life of the storyteller was not easy, full of anxieties, needs, deprivations. He was the son of a poor man, but he was proud of his origin, his closeness to the people. No wonder Andersen said: "There are no fairy tales better than those that life itself creates." (H.P. Brandis.) (148 words)

Dictation 2 - PINE

You will meet a beautiful pine with a reddish trunk and dark green needles everywhere: in the forest, and on the sands, and on the rocks, and above the ravines. Pine grows everywhere, on a variety of soils. Pine is a forest pioneer, a conqueror of new lands.
Young pines grow rapidly, increasing by 30-50 centimeters per year. Pines are not afraid of frost, moisture, drought - nothing. The pine has strong roots, a stable trunk, and it is undemanding to living conditions. Pine usually lives up to 350 years, reaching a height of 35 meters.
Man uses pine in a variety of ways. Along railways pines hold back snow, on the banks of reservoirs and in deserts - moving sands. Pine trees are the guardians of the waters: under their canopy the rivers do not dry up and become shallow. Tall, smooth, thin trunks of pine trees have propelled countless ships for many centuries, supporting sails filled with wind. (According to N. Verzilin.) (125 words)

Dictation 3 - GOLD FISH

"The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" is a favorite fairy tale of many: both children and adults. Does a goldfish really exist, or is it a figment of Pushkin's imagination and fantasy?
Goldfish is a Chinese crucian, and in the wild it is found in the countries of Southeast Asia: in Korea, China and Japan. The mention of the goldfish in Chinese literature dates back to the 7th century, and it has also been preserved in the monuments of Chinese art: in paintings, porcelain vases, in the carving of trinkets. She even got into the coat of arms of China.
Today, the goldfish is a resident of our aquariums, and its current varieties: fantail, veiltail, astrologer, telescope and others already bear little resemblance to their ancestor and testify to the unlimited possibility of human influence on nature. (111 words)

Dictation 4 - SEA SOUL

In the dusty Odessa trenches, in the tall pine forest near Leningrad, in the snow on the outskirts of Moscow, in the tangled thickets of the Sevastopol mountain oak forest - everywhere I saw through the open, as if by chance, collar of a protective overcoat, padded jacket, short fur coat, or tunic, native blue-white stripes " sea ​​soul. It has become an unwritten law, a tradition to wear it under any uniform that a sailor will wear. And, like any tradition born in battles, the "sea soul" - a striped vest - means a lot.
They are recognized at the front by these blue-and-white stripes covering their broad chest, where the soul of a sailor, proud of the fleet, burns with anger and hatred - a cheerful and courageous Red Navy soul, ready for a desperate act, unfamiliar with panic and despondency, an honest and faithful soul of a Bolshevik, a Komsomol member , a devoted son of the motherland.
The sea soul is determination, resourcefulness, stubborn courage and unwavering stamina. This is a cheerful prowess, contempt for death, a long-standing sailor's rage, a fierce hatred of the enemy. The sea soul is an unhypocritical military friendship, a readiness to support a comrade in battle, save the wounded, protect the commander and commissar with his chest. (L. Sobolev.) (156 words)

Dictation 5 - MORNING IN THE TAIGA

From behind the mountainous edge emerged the crimson outline of the sun. He brightened, threw off the veil of fog and became white-hot. Generous streams of heat and light poured into the dormant taiga. The threads of the sun's rays pierced the thin needles of the larch trees, entangled in the long needles of the dwarf tree. They drank greedily the abundant dew from the fluffy moss carpet. The fog wavered and melted away. Like a photograph in a developer, the sun-drenched forest cleared up.
As soon as morning dawned, the restless redstart woke up. It fluttered up, burst into a long trill. In the reddish light of sunrise, the scorched wings and tail burned. Her song woke up the nutcracker. The playful thrush mimicked one, then another, flew into the thicket, and from there its sonorous song poured out, announcing the awakening forest.
A sable glided silently in the bushes. He listened, stretching out his fluffy tail, and raised his flat snake head. He climbed up a tall spruce, squinting at the neighboring larch, sniffed at the gray beards of the drooping vine. Having arched its long body, the sable flew to the larch. He ran up the trunk, stuck his head in the nearest hole and woke up a big angry owl. A sharp cry, the flapping of wings - the frightened animal instantly disappeared among the branches. He thought for a little while. He returned - the wild cries of an owl announced the feast of the forest robber. (T. Dremova) (167 words)

Dictation 6 - MONUMENT TO PUSHKIN

In Moscow, on a wide square, a wonderful bronze figure stands to its full height on a high pedestal. Ask any Muscovite, and he will unmistakably answer you that this is a monument to Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin.
The monument was created by the sculptor A.M. Opekushin in 1880. All Russian newspapers At that time, it was reported that the monument was being built with the money collected by the people. Muscovites decided to erect a monument in the center of the city on the boulevard. After all, the poet was born in Moscow, a third of his short life passed here.
The opening of the monument to Pushkin turned into a big celebration. This holiday was attended by I.S. Turgenev, A.I. Ostrovsky, F.M. Dostoevsky and other Russian writers, comrades in the pen. They made speeches, dedicating the kindest words to their beloved poet. The outstanding role of Pushkin in the creation of the Russian literary language was especially noted. The participants of the celebration recognized the poet as the founder of progressive Russian literature of the 19th century.
Muscovites still like to visit the square on Pushkin Square, where this wonderful monument stands. On the granite of its pedestal, the words are carved: "The rumor about me will spread throughout all of Great Rus'."
These words of the poet came true: his work is known to any Russian person. Pushkin's poems are studied at school, his words are repeated in difficult and happy hours of life. Widely known, for example, are Pushkin's winged words: "Love is submissive to all ages"; “The less we love a woman, the easier she likes us”, “Dreams, dreams, where is your sweetness?”, “I remember a wonderful moment”, “Genius pure beauty»; "One more last tale, and my chronicle is over"...
The monument to Pushkin, created by Opekushin, is one of the best in the capital. There are always fresh flowers at the foot of the monument: Muscovites honor their beloved poet.

Dictation 7 - GROW A GARDEN

Our region was once famous for its beautiful fruit trees. But in last years with harvests of pears, cherries are getting worse. The garden does not give a good harvest. And so the new owners of the land decided to grow young fruit trees, lay a new garden.
In the early spring morning, when the sun is no longer hot and the air is fresh, the guys, led by the trainee, fought in the old garden against leaf beetle on pear and cherry plum trees. Now the guys are hurrying to the hut to see the watchman Kuzmich. They run along the shady alley, ignoring the rustling and whispering of the leaves in the treetops.
An old man comes out to meet the youth. Grandfather's appearance is unusual: a hat covers his head, the collar of a canvas shirt peeps out from under the cloak, his throat is tied with a red scarf. But the old man is holding up well.
There is no room for everyone in the reed hut, and Kuzmich wants to show the guys brushes and forged rattles, which he himself makes and sells cheaply. Then grandfather tells how he caught a bear cub in the thicket and taught him to dance. The story of the old man is ridiculous: imitating a bear cub, he acts either as a conductor-musician, or as a dancer.
The cheerful mood is interrupted by Kirill, who instructs the first brigade to demarcate the site for gooseberries, and the second - gives the task to help brick the greenhouse. They finish work by lunchtime.
Old-timers treat their assistants with stew, smoked meats, vinaigrette, and gherkins. And the guys offer the hostess the chocolates they brought with them. Saying goodbye, grandfather Kuzmich invites assistants to come more often. (217 words)

Dictation 8 - LEISURE IN THE CAMP

Dawn flared up. The rays of the sun touched the tops of the trees, gilded the shiny surface of the lake and penetrated into the children's bedroom. High above the house, a flag flutters and burns with a bright flame. Rise soon.
At the sound of the horn, young athletes quickly get up and, having carefully made their beds, run out to exercise. The kids stay in the room younger age. They still do not know how to make their own beds and do it under the supervision of counselor Lucy.
On the sports ground, lined up in height and trimmed, the guys freeze at the command “Attention!”. A minute later, tanned hands flicker in the air, and children with shorn heads lean over, touching the ground with their fingertips. After charging, they run in all directions to the lake, announcing its shores with ringing laughter.
Babies who can't swim splash around the shore. Several guys, led by Yura, the famous swimmer, headed for the floating bridge, but, hearing Lucy's angry voice, hurried back.
After bathing, rub yourself well with a fluffy towel. Daily exercises and wiping with cold water strengthen and temper health. And what an appetite develops after bathing! Everything looks amazingly delicious. The children are happy to eat pancakes, dipping them in sour cream.
In front of the dining room is a beautiful flower garden. The paths are leveled and sprinkled with sand; a large flower bed is a skillful combination of colors. Behind the flower garden is located experimental plot, on which young naturalists have grown hitherto unknown breeds of vegetables. The gardener Anisim Romanovich enjoys great prestige among children and has his admirers among them. The guys bow before his art and are going to devote themselves to gardening.
Children spend their leisure time in the camp in an interesting and meaningful way. On high level there are sports competitions, hiking trips, classes in amateur circles. (239 words)

Dictation 9

A prim devil in black silk clothes sat on a hard sofa and drank cheap acorn coffee, occasionally clinking glasses with his reflection in a heavy glossy samovar standing on a chocolate-coloured brocade tablecloth. The devil was a big glutton and, despite heartburn and a diseased liver, ate gooseberries with condensed milk.
After eating and shaking his reflection with his finger, the devil, valiantly shaking his bangs, started to tap-dance. The clatter of his hooves was so strong that in the basement they thought that a horse was prancing upstairs. However, the devil was not a very skillful dancer and, having made one not entirely successful leap, crashed into a samovar and burned his snout, covered with soft wool.
The burn was very severe. The frustrated devil rushed like a sheep to a barrel of pickled apples and put a burnt patch into it. “They say it’s true that God does not protect the careless,” the devil cursed with a damn proverb. (S. Volkov.) (129 words)

Dictation 10

Leaning on the piano, the protodeacon's maid, in a necklace and a peignoir trimmed with squirrel fur, sang an aria from the opera "The Manchurian Monkey" in a low contralto voice, glancing languidly at the aide-de-camp sitting on the mezzanine, carelessly chewing a monpensier. Although a decisive explanation had not yet taken place between them, it was clear from everything that it was not far off: too familiarly - in the opinion of the postwoman playing solitaire with a face ulcerated with smallpox - this individual looked at the poor protodeacon during the last cotillon. However, the singer herself was without memory of this “glorious caballero from Seville,” as she called him, from that blizzard evening, when he, with the air of a notorious villain, rode along the embankment on an unbroken horse named the Devil, and she walked peacefully, holding under the hand of a clerk, cowering from the cold, seriously explaining to her the meaning of a medieval bas-relief depicting a Spanish doña in the arms of a seigneur.
With some inexplicable bliss, the archdeacon remembered from then on that moment of her first love, and every time she went to bed, she laid a medallion with a portrait of the adjutant wing at the head of the bed, and, hiding her spear-shaped nose in the rabbit collar of her negligee, indulged in sweet dreams. (166 words)

Dictation 11

The birthday boy yelled furiously, frantically waving over his head a tattered shoe, hastily pulled off the foot of a frightened neighbor. The astonished guests and relatives froze for the first minute, stunned, but then, under a hail of oiled dumplings thrown in their direction by the enraged birthday boy, they were forced to retreat to the open doors.
"Traitors! Give me a dowry, for which no one gave a broken penny! he squealed desperately, indignantly jumping on a wrought-iron chest covered with torn oilcloth. She is ill-bred and uneducated, unheard of stupid and unheard of ugly, besides, without a dowry at all! he shouted, throwing a tattered shoe at a recently purchased lemon-coloured lampshade. A stick of smoked sausage thrown after him hit a glass vase filled with distilled water, and together with it collapsed on the short-haired, chestnut-colored head of a dowry accused of all sins, with a wounded look huddled at the door. Wounded in the head by a sausage, with a spectacular wave of her arms bare at the elbow and a strangled squeak, she fell into a bowl of kneaded dough, dragging a Christmas tree hung with mica toys, silvered icicles and with a gilded star on the very top of her head. Delighted by the effect produced, the birthday boy danced ecstatically on a chest of drawers painted with oil paint, inlaid with embossed leather, where he moved from the chest immediately after the lady's fall for a better view of the mess caused by his exalted act.

Dictation 12

Below, at the ash-gray stones randomly piled up in countless quantities, splashing, and splashing, and breathing bitter-salty, intoxicatingly fragrant air, aligned, as if on a ruler, the waves of the tide. The face is slightly cooled by the “sailor”, brought from Turkey. Military depots stretch along the shore in a broken line. The inner roads are protected from December and January storms by a reinforced concrete pier. The yellow-red ridge, as if on the move, breaks off into the sea. Cliffs in the rocks, invisible and inaccessible to humans, are a refuge for birds. Miniature clay houses whitened with quicklime climbed far up. In the distance, in the southwest, one can see white-gray mountain ranges with silver peaks melting in the air, fading away.
The country park is quiet and deserted. Long unpainted wooden arbors are twined with ivy and beckon with coolness. The stage for the orchestra, with a poorly laid floor, is boarded up with plywood to the top. Now this is nothing more than a warehouse of scenery unnecessary for the theater. Nothing else but a warehouse could now be a gallery, located close to the stage.
Silently fall countless golden yellow autumn leaves. The park stretches for two or three kilometers. It is far from safe to walk along the paths, as in some places small copperhead snakes teem in the grass. The lower platform is almost completely littered with shiny pebbles polished by the sea; among them the plant breaks not-touch-me. Entering the depths of the park, you will see an extremely beautiful two-story pavilion with twisted columns and intricate carvings. From behind the greenery of broad-leaved trees, statues chiseled from stone look out, apparently related to the prehistory of the park. The flower beds are full of fiery red elands, gladioli, various subtropical flowers. What combinations of colors I did not see here! Whoever you ask, everyone says that they don’t want to leave the park. Due to the workload, it is unlikely that you will be able to come here again in the next few years. (256 words)

Dictation 13

On the plank terrace near the hemp plant, to the sound of the cello, the freckled Agrippina Savvichna regaled the collegiate assessor Apollon Kirillovich with vinaigrette and other dishes.
On a colossal plank terrace near a juniper, the freckled wife of the notorious local clerk, Agrafena Savvichna, surreptitiously regaled the collegiate assessor Apollo Filippovich with clams and vinaigrette to the accompaniment of accordion and cello.
On a sunny plank terrace near a hemp plant, freckled Agrippina Savvichna regaled collegiate assessor Apollon Sigismundovich with vinaigrette and other dishes.
On a plank terrace near an asymmetrical hemp bush, the notorious widow of the clerk Agrippina Savvichna surreptitiously regaled the collegiate assessor Apollo Filippovich with a vinaigrette with shellfish and various other dishes to the accompaniment of an accordion and a cello.
A sparrow fluttered from pebble to pebble, and on the terrace, skillfully draped with tapestries with the Kronstadt infantry battalion defiant, under an artificial lampshade camouflaged as a Moroccan minaret, the freckled sister-in-law of the dowager archpriest Agrippina Savvichna regaled a collegiate assessor, a district warden and an indiff of the noble womanizer Thaddeus Apollinarevich with vinaigrette with smelt.
On the plank veranda near the hemp plant, to the accompaniment of the cello, the freckled Agrippina Savvichna surreptitiously regaled collegiate assessor Apollon Faddeich with vinaigrette and dumplings.
On a colossal plank terrace near a hemp plant with honeysuckle, to the skillful cacophonous accompaniment of a cello and the unreasonable wolverine’s wailing, the notorious widow of a clerk, freckled Agrippina Savvichna Filippova, secretly regaled juniper jam, Californian vinaigrette with clams and other dishes of a tongueless collegiate a Sesseur Thaddeus Apollonovich, who was sitting on the veranda, unbuttoning his blue-black frock coat, spreading the fingers of his left hand and thrusting ring finger into the right armpit.
On the colossal plank terrace, sitting on an ottoman, the freckled Agrippina Savvichna surreptitiously served vinaigrette, dumplings and other dishes to the collegiate assessor Philip Apollinarevich.
On a plank terrace near a hemp plant, the indifferent freckled stepdaughter Agrippina Savvichna surreptitiously regaled herself with vinaigrette with ham, shellfish and other dishes to the accompaniment of the cello by the collegiate assessor Apollon Ippolitovich.
A frivolous little sparrow fluttered from stone to stone, and on the diligently plastered terrace, skillfully draped with tapestries with the defense of the Kronstadt infantry battalion, which once panicked the Bolivian unmanned cavalry, under an artificial antique lampshade, disguised as an eccentric Moroccan minaret, freckled Marriage of the Dowager Archpriest Agrippina Savvichna, absently listening to the tirades of an unsurprised provincial propagandist, she suddenly regaled collegiate assessor, district warden and indifferent womanizer Faddey Apollinarievich Parashyutov with a vinaigrette with smelt and blancmange stuffed with anchovies in chocolate.
Freckled windy Vanechka, an amateur driver by profession, a lover of dancing and playing tricks, fearing appendicitis and catarrh, decided to become a vegetarian. One day, putting on his Kolomyankov suit and skillfully combing a piece of hair on the top of his head, he went to visit his sister-in-law Apollinaria Nikitichna. He crossed the balustraded terrace, lined with clay and aluminum pots, and, like a privileged guest, went straight to the kitchenette. The hostess, seeing that it was none other than her friend, applauded so much that she dropped the burner of the samovar, and then began to regale him with vinaigrette with smoked mushrooms, and served for dessert

Dictation 14

One fine day, an unattractive gray-haired porter, while on vacation, reminisced.
Getting off the suburban train and walking along the seaside boulevard, he arrived at the place of work. In ignorance, he walked into the building, sat down at his desk and, with an effort, began to turn his ambitious dreams into reality, approaching the cherished goal of becoming president of the company. And soon, sitting on the presidium and applying for a promotion, he was in anxiety. Without calling him an excellent businessman, the leadership nevertheless issued an order to appoint our hero to the coveted post. After a short time, he touched a terrible official secret and found out how his predecessor had lost.
When the penetration into the secret became obvious, the presidium accused the president of neglecting business, deprived him of his privileges, ridiculed him and turned him into a laughingstock. All dreams crumbled to smithereens, and he was forced to look for another job.
The old gatekeeper finished reminiscing and went about his daily duties.

Dictation 15

The legend says: a ghost that has taken root in the annex of an old castle will be seen by everyone who sits down on granite steps ...
Once a visiting court gentleman was in nature. Having passed about half of the intended path, he stopped for a halt. A beautiful view appeared before him: the surf washed the bizarrely shaped shore.
Having overcome a small hillock, it was possible to come close to the pier. The gentleman sat down on the coastal sand, had a bite to eat, sipped some wine, put himself in order, combed his hair and, examining himself with a captious look, was satisfied. The reason that made the elderly man find himself in such a pleasant place was simple: he received an invitation from his friend to visit an ancient castle inhabited by a mysterious spirit. Being an educated man, although he disdained all sorts of whims of his friend, he found no reason not to accept the invitation.
And now for several days the master was in a state of excitement, wandering around the surroundings of the beautiful castle. A strange feeling haunted him, something attracted him and promised adventure...

Dictation 16 - Circus Miracle

There were many attractions in the circus performance. All birds: starlings, and tits, and even clumsy hens - were good fellows and unusually clever. They stood on tiptoe, merrily pecked at cucumbers, and flew from needle to needle. The largest chicken perched on the shell of a huge turtle. Then she began to peck at citrus fruits.
Starlings, these tireless fighters, pushed each other as if a real revolution was taking place in the circus arena.
Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, an amazingly handsome gypsy appeared in a top hat with a chicken in his hands. Behind the gypsy on tiptoe was his charming assistant. The yellow little chick received thunderous applause from the audience when, quite correctly, he squeaked into the microphone as many times as the numbers shown to him indicated.
At the end of the performance, the gypsies, to everyone's amazement, took flowers from a small cylinder: daffodils, nasturtiums - and presented them to the audience to thunderous applause.