(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference.

(8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshka's teasers were harmless, but he was really angry if they climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.”

(19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about the terrible incessant bombardments, about ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction I continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin)*

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Essay 1

Precious are those books that develop the imagination and fantasy of a person, give him new impressions, transfer him to another world and lay the foundations of morality. I think that a precious book can be called a book that you cannot tear yourself away from, which has been preserved in your memory for decades.

The text by V.P. Krapivin tells about a boy who enthusiastically read the book by S. Grigoriev "Malakhov Kurgan". He was so carried away by her reading that, at the request of the owner of the book to return it, he desperately shouted: “Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish it!” He behaved this way because parting with the story of Sevastopol was beyond his strength. Here it is, the power of the precious book!

The poetess L. Okhotnitskaya also writes about this:

I choose books with pleasure -

On the shelves, in the silence of libraries,

That joy suddenly embraces, then excitement,

After all, each book is like a person.

One is old, wise, read to holes,

In the other - everything is unusual, strange, new.

Books open up the world to me!

Thus, precious books are those that give us moments of pleasure, opening up a new, unknown world.

Essay 2

Precious books are books that we especially appreciate, because they help us find answers to many questions, form our character. I think that every child should have such books, because what you perceive in childhood affects your whole life.

So, in the text of V.P. Krapivin, it is told about a boy who was fascinated by reading S. Grigoriev's book "Malakhov Kurgan". He was so immersed in this occupation that he forgot about everything. The boy read the book over and over again, reading "about Venka and Nakhimov, about the sinking of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions." But through the smoke of "military destruction, he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea." Here it is, the power of a precious book!

The book "Children's Library (a story about a difficult military childhood)" by A.A. Likhanov tells about a boy who, after reading books, imagined himself as a hero of various works. Now he was Filipkos, now Gvidon, now Gavrosh. So he lived in the world of book fantasies and was happy.

I think that every person should have their own precious books, with the help of which we will learn about the world around us.

Text 3. V. Krapivin. Sixth Bastion (story)

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference.

(8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshka's teasers were harmless, but he was really angry if they climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.”

(19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said.

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Which answer option contains the information necessary to substantiate the answer to the question: “Why did the hero-narrator, leafing through the book, “sit without moving, afraid to remind himself with an extra movement”?

1) Lyoshka was angry "if they climbed on his arm during important work."

2) Lyoshka was making a cracker-cracker, and the hero-narrator got scared when “a minute later there was a bang in the yard.”

3) The hero-narrator was carried away by the book and could not "part with the story of Sevastopol" until he finished reading it.

4) The hero-narrator was afraid that Lyoshka, in a bad mood, would again tease him with the incomprehensible nickname "Knabel".

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

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Answer:

In which answer option is there no phraseological unit?

1) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do.

2) All the same, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

3) However, Lyoshka's teasers were good-natured, but he was really angry if they climbed on his arm during important work.

4) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

From sentences 9-11 write out the word in which the spelling of the prefix is ​​determined

its meaning is "incomplete action".

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

From sentences 18-20 write out the word in which the spelling of the suffix is ​​not

determined general rule(is an exception).

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Replace the vernacular "stole" in sentence 22 with a stylistically neutral synonym. Write this synonym.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Replace the phrase "cloth blanket" (sentence 10), built on the basis of agreement, with a synonymous phrase with a control connection. Write the resulting phrase.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Write down the grammatical basis of the sentence 4.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Among sentences 19-25, find a sentence with separate agreed definitions. Write the number of this offer.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

In the sentences below from the read text, all commas are numbered. Write down the numbers denoting commas at the introductory word.

Knabel, (1) did you steal the book?

I won’t give it anyway, (2) until I finish reading it! - I said desperately, (3) because parting with the story of Sevastopol was, (4) it seemed, (5) beyond my strength.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Indicate the number of grammatical bases in the sentence 32. Write down the answer with a number.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

In the sentences below from the read text, all commas are numbered. Write down all the numbers denoting commas between parts of a complex sentence connected by a subordinating relationship.

Write your answer in ascending order.

In those days (1) that I talk about, (2) he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. However, (3) Leshkin's teasers were harmless, (4) but he was really angry, (5) if they climbed on his arm during important work. Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, (6) but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Among sentences 12-15 find difficult sentence with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

9.1 Write an essay-reasoning, revealing the meaning of the statement of the Russian philologist A. A. Kuznetsov: "The presentation" in the first person, the use of words and phrases of a colloquial nature give the author the opportunity to influence the consciousness and feelings of the reader." Justify your answer by giving 2 examples from the text you read.

You can write a work in a scientific or journalistic style, revealing the topic on linguistic material. You can start the composition with the words of A. A. Kuznetsov.

A work written without relying on the text read (not on this text) is not evaluated.

9.2 Write an essay-reasoning. Explain how you understand the meaning of the text fragment: “I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself of myself with an extra movement.”

Give in your essay 2 arguments from the read text that confirm your reasoning.

When giving examples, indicate the numbers of the required sentences or use citations.

The essay must be at least 70 words.

If the essay is a paraphrase or a complete rewrite of the source text without any comments, then such work is evaluated by zero points.

Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting.

9.3 How do you understand the meaning of the phrase PRECIOUS BOOKS?

Formulate and comment on your definition. Write an essay-reasoning on the topic “What are precious books”, taking the definition you gave as a thesis. Arguing your thesis, give 2 examples-arguments that confirm your reasoning: give one example-argument from the text you read, and the second from your life experience.

The essay must be at least 70 words.

If the essay is a paraphrase or a complete rewrite of the source text without any comments, then such work is evaluated by zero points.

Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

Far away from the sea...

When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

“Because as a child I really missed the sea.

I spent my childhood in Tyumen. Tyumen was not yet famous as the capital of the oil-bearing region. It was a city with wooden sidewalks on the central streets, quite green in summer and drowning in mud in autumn.

Our house number fifty-nine stood in the very middle of Herzen Street. One-story and unpaved, this street was considered very long by the scale of that time. It began at the old Tekutievsky cemetery, which was blue in the distance, like an unknown forest, and ended at the Zemlyanoy Bridge across the log, not far from the Bolshoy Gorodishche area.

In the evenings, very bright sunsets burned over the roofs of Gorodische and distant poplars. From the direction of sunset, cows wandered from the pasture. Each time I was amazed at how far away these imperturbable Milks, Mashki and Dawns were walking. After all, behind the Earthen Bridge, behind the Settlement, behind the mysterious towers of the ancient monastery, there were, they say, more quarters, roads, a military town with shooting ranges, and only then meadows and groves began. Until I was seven years old, I myself had not been at either end of the street. Sometimes it seemed to me that in the east, behind a terribly mysterious cemetery, and in the west, behind poplars blackening at sunset, unexplored lands immediately begin. With protected forests and cities unlike Tyumen. And with the sea...

In the autumn of 1946, when I was eight years old, my mother and I moved from the dear street. We moved not far, five blocks away, to Smolenskaya. And it's good that it's close...

Smolenskaya at first glance was no different from Herzen Street. The same houses, gates and flimsy wooden sidewalks. But it was much shorter, undignifiedly wagged, and neither sunrises nor sunsets ever shone at its ends. And I could never imagine that there was something extraordinary beyond the far end of this street.

And every now and then I ran away to where I spent my preschool childhood. There was a home. There were friends there. There were also enemies, but even they seemed prettier than the enemies on Smolenskaya. And there, in our long one-story wing, Uncle Borya still lived as a bachelor.

Uncle Borya is my mother's brother. Even then he was not young and sick. During the war, he suffered severe dystrophy, was considered a complete failure among his neighbors, but his soul and character were resilient. He taught me how to make bows and wooden swords, paper boats and airplanes, told me about his childhood on the banks of the Vyatka, about noisy and smoky chemical experiments, which he was fond of in school years. And on occasion, he ridiculed me quite mercilessly if he found out that I had again given up in a skirmish with my eternal rival Only Petrov.

Uncle Borya lived in a little room between the common kitchen and the rooms, where the large family of my friend Vovka Pokrasov settled after us. Uncle Borya's property consisted of two stools, a three-legged kitchen table (the fourth corner was nailed directly to the wall), clocks with a cardboard dial and heavy pliers instead of a weight, and a suitcase covered with torn oilcloth, where there were some clothes, a razor and a tattered book "Eugene Onegin ". This book was somehow dear to Uncle Borya, he never let me leaf through it.

Uncle Borya slept on an iron bed with boards instead of a net. But when we left this house, my mother left uncle a wide bed with patterned headboards made of iron scrolls and copper bumps in the form of tiny samovars.

Yes! There was also a samovar! True, its stand fell off and its lower part was thrust into an old, charred pan. In another similar saucepan, Uncle Borya boiled potatoes. She, along with a bread ration, was in those years almost the only uncle Borya's food. But he cooked potatoes great! With bay leaf, with dill, in some special fragrant steam. The tubers turned out covered with a soft pinkish crust and smelled like heavenly fruits. You blow on a potato, dip it in coarse gray salt and, slightly burning yourself, start chewing it along with a thin plastic of bread ...

We cooked potatoes on a taganka. Uncle Borya put the taganok on the stove, in the mouth of a huge Russian stove built in the common kitchen. He lit a fire of crackling wood chips under the pan. Reflections scattered across the walls. A pot-bellied samovar sparkled in the corner (not Uncle Borin, but the Shalimovs, neighbors), an orange spark trembled in the extinguished bulb. The guys from the evening street came to sit by the fire. They recalled the recent football match with the boys from Chelyuskintsev Street or argued who would win tomorrow in a circus meeting in French wrestling.

Uncle Borya joined in the argument. He loved the excitement of sports matches and often went to watch wrestling matches in the arena. Moreover, it was not far away: a wooden circus full of plywood posters stood a block away from us, on the corner of Pervomaiskaya. In the evenings, before the start of the performance, the orchestra could be heard playing Dunaevsky's march ...

From the circus theme, the conversation moved on to something else. Sometimes Uncle Borya was asked to tell a story. And he, chuckling, talked about how, in childhood, with friends he scared a harmful neighbor: they hollowed out a pumpkin, painted a face on it, cut through the eyes and a toothy mouth, inserted a candle inside and brought such a "guest" to the neighbor's window. Or about how he rode in a cart pulled by a huge kite. Or how a malicious goat ate his folder with documents when he served in an insurance office and walked around the yards, rewriting outbuildings ...

But sometimes Uncle Borya talked about serious things. For example, what kind of city will Tyumen be in the future. He worked in the planning department of some construction organization, and many drawings and projects “passed” through it.

The projects were fantastic. It turns out that on our street it is already forbidden to build houses below two floors. Many brick buildings will be erected in the city center. And they will soon build it across the river - it's impossible to believe! - a six-story hospital. In a city where several four-story houses were the height of monumentality, this seemed incomprehensible. And we quieted down, amazed by the coming scale of civilization ... And Uncle Borya splintered a resinous splinter and threw it under the pan. The pot began to gurgle, the lid bounced on it ...

But even more I loved the winter evenings when we drowned the Dutch woman.

A round, upholstered with black iron stove stood in the middle of the wing and went out on four sides: half - into the two rooms of the Pokrasovs, a quarter - to the Shalimovs, and another quarter - to Uncle Borin's closet. The door was here, with Uncle Borey and me. Heavy, with convex, patterned casting. To open it, it was necessary to unscrew the mighty screw and remove the iron bolt. Behind the heavy door was another one - thin, with an oval hole - a blower.

Firewood in the Dutch flared up rapidly. The stove began to hum festively, like a firebox on a merry steamer (so it seemed to me). Pressing my face against the curved bars of the bedpost, I watched the yellow-white flame darting about in the peephole. The thin door shook slightly. Unable to withstand the vibration, the round petal of the damper fell off and closed the blower. Then Uncle Borya slightly moved the door aside. The roar of the fire turned into a purr, orange light burst from the stove and danced on the circus poster, where the magician Martin Marches threw colored ribbons out of his sleeves. The ribbons wrote out two letters M in the air ...

The purring of the stove lulled me to sleep, and I did not resist drowsiness. There was nowhere to hurry, I spent the night at Uncle Borya's. But here Volodya Shalimov, a student at a forest technical school, appeared noisily with his friends. They brought a guitar frosted in the cold.

I was delicately escorted out of bed, and the guests were seated on it. Vovka Pokrasov tumbled in with an armful of firewood: his family sent their share for the stove.

Vovka and I sat down at the three-legged table and lazily placed checkers on a cardboard board. Layers of tobacco smoke hung from the ceiling. The guitar began to rumble.

Either I remember that now, or in fact all the songs were about the sea and distant lands ...

"Goodbye Rocky Mountains..."

Silence fell on the road at night ...

"Oh you nights, sailor nights..."

"Cold waves are splashing..."

And then cheeky:

“In the port of Cape Town with cocoa on board the Jeanette stuffed the rigging ...”

Maybe Volodya suppressed the longing for the oceans: because of a broken and poorly fused arm, he did not get into the naval school - the guitar began to rumble quieter and sadder. It was time for a song about Diego Valdez, who was not spared by fate - he made a high admiral out of a free vagrant. Then, on some bass strings, an alarming Kipling march sounded:

Caution, friend: the natives are beating drums -
They are looking for us on the warpath...

Uncle Borya sometimes sang along, but more often he listened in silence and threw firewood into the stove. (So ​​Leshka Shalimov, Volodin's fifth-grader brother, brought poles). Uncle Borya was lighting a cigarette, grasping a piece of coal that had fallen on an iron sheet with his yellow fingers. His face was unsmiling.

He was a poet and a traveler at heart, but life was not like that. I had to help my mother and relatives, I had to work closer to home in clerical positions. And besides, you won’t go to the sailors with a sick spine. But Uncle Borya never complained about his fate and was rarely sad. Perhaps only during the songs. Probably, they reminded him that he still had not seen the sea ...

I catch myself on the fact that I have gone far from talking about Sevastopol. But I want to remember the details of those days when I first felt longing for this city. All this is inseparable: a room with one window, old clocks, a guitar, a poster on the wall, good people who were sad about the sea. And the book that I stole from Leshka Shalimov.

It happened at the beginning of June. Uncle Borya was not at home, and having nothing to do I went to the Shalimovs. Lyoshka was angrily making a firecracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. He looked at me with gloomy indifference. In fact, we were good friends, almost friends, because we lived nearby for several years. But sometimes Leshkin's age took its toll, and then I felt like a little kid. It happened that Lyoshka and his peers giggled over my big ears and scared me with furry caterpillars, which I was terribly afraid of. During the days I'm talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. He teased me for a smart blue suit - my father sent it to me in a parcel (he had not yet demobilized and served in Germany). The nickname was offensive and unfair, because I didn’t brag about the new thing at all. There was simply nothing else to walk in, all the old trousers and shirts were frayed.

However, Leshkin's teasers were harmless. And he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. Therefore, I did not meddle in and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

There was a book on a brown cloth. The book had sprawling anchors and sailing ships. And the words: "S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

“Tyukh… Tyukh-tyukh-tyukh…” – my heart began to thump. Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. I quietly opened the book and began to read, like a ten-year-old boy Venka standing on the roof of his house and looking at the squadron entering the bay.

Page after page… I leafed through them inaudibly and sat without moving, although my back ached and the prickly blanket bit my legs. I was afraid to remind Leshke about myself with an extra movement. If things don't work out with the scarecrow, Lyoshka will take the book away and kick me out myself.

Apparently, the scarecrow got along well. Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard and the hens screamed in fright. The shot shook me. I had to make a decision. Tell Leshka "let me read"? He can answer “take it”, or maybe grunt “I read it myself”, or “not mine”, or “go to hell, Knabel” ...

With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the mother-of-pearl buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book under a scanty foreign shirt, and slid sideways into the kitchen, and then into Uncle Borya's room. He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

After some time (who knows how long!) Lyoshka pulled the door.

- Knabel! Did you steal the book?

“The Knabel itself,” I said defiantly, relying on the strength of the hook.

- All right, Slava. Come here ... - said Lyoshka rather peacefully.

- I just read a little.

The door jerked with all its might.

- Come here, whoever they say!

- Lived! I won't give it up until I finish it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol was beyond my strength.

Through the window I saw how he sat down on the porch and began scraping matches for the scarecrow.

I wasn't going to leave. But at any moment one of the Nekrasovs could appear and the door would have to be unlocked.

I quietly dropped the hook. Then he entered the unlocked apartment of the Nekrasovs, and from there through the window he got out into the street.

I didn't go home. What good, Lyoshka will come for the book and go there. I climbed into the thick of the yellow acacia in the square near the circus and sat there with Malakhov Kurgan until evening. Then he read at home until late, and finished by the middle of the next day, when a warm June rain splashed and murmured outside the window, interrupted by solar flares.

Guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, I carried the book to Leshka. Through the puddles. Leshka met me peacefully. Didn't even say "Knabel". Maybe because I was barefoot, with my feet covered in mud up to my knees, and the blue suit, torn and smeared in the dusty acacia bushes, had lost its foreign luster. Or maybe Leshka was bribed by my guilt. Or did he understand something ... In general, he smiled with swollen lips after a recent fight and said self-critically:

- Cleverly you wrapped me around yesterday ... - Then he pulled out a scarecrow from his pocket and generously offered: - Aida, let's drink ...

I was afraid to gasp. But to admit this to Leshka ... In addition, the ten-year-old Venka from the story "Malakhov Kurgan" was not afraid to fire from a real mortar and even received a medal for his shooting.

And behind the garbage we took turns banging charges of five matches (and I almost didn’t even squint my eyes). And about the book Leshka said:

– Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World. Read this one more if you want...

And I read more. For the second time and for the third. Leisurely. About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. There was a lot of sadness in the book, but pride was stronger than sadness. Such a calm pride of people who fought to the end and did everything they could. Then for the first time, still vaguely, I felt that in the most difficult days pride for a person can be a consolation ... If he held on to the last, if he did not give up ...

And the city itself was in the book. Sevastopol. I read about terrible bombardments, about ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction I continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea - the one that Venka saw from the roof at the beginning of the story. The one I needed. Even then, I imagined it quite clearly. Blue-blue bays, yellow layered cliffs, orange ribbed tiles on white houses, stone stairs in intricate lanes, semicircular ravelins with embrasures, lighthouses and bastions ...

I looked at the drawings. They were made with thin strokes, very clear and surprisingly similar to what is written. Portraits of Sevastopol residents, ships, guns. Maybe now erudite art critics would find these pictures too realistic and out of date, I don’t know. I liked them. No less than the book itself.

Later, as an adult, I learned that the drawings for the book were made by the artist Pavel Ivanovich Kuzmichev, who worked for many years in the Pioneer magazine.

Once, a meeting in the Pioneer editorial office dragged on for a long time, and I accompanied Pavel Ivanovich home. We were driving in a taxi in the evening Moscow. On the way, I told how I read Malakhov Kurgan as a child and how I liked the illustrations.

Pavel Ivanovich was deeply moved. And I began to remember with what joy I worked on the drawings,

- Sergei Timofeevich liked them too ... We were well acquainted with him. You know, I remember how he worked on his Kurgan. Worked with love, endured. Once I meet, and he simply says with tears: “Today I buried my Khonyushka ...”

Khonya is Venka's older sister, she died during the defense of the city. I remember her small portrait in the book - against the background of rickety, hastily knocked together cemetery crosses ...

Pavel Ivanovich and I went up to his studio and stayed up until midnight. He gave me his engraving "1942". A one-legged soldier on crutches is moving somewhere along a washed-out road, and a ruined city is on the horizon.

Wars did not spare either people or cities ...

After the First defense from Sevastopol, piles of burnt stones remained. And in those days when I first read about this best city in the world, it was again in ruins. I knew this, and from such bitter knowledge I sometimes had a heavy, not at all boyish melancholy. It's the same as if they plundered and shot before my eyes; bombed my Herzen street. I even had an empty black dream then: as if my mother and I were walking from somewhere on an autumn evening, we were turning off Dzerzhinsky Street towards our house - but there was no house. Coal, rain-soaked ruins, a burnt, broken poplar tree, a yellow light bulb on a crooked post, and around it flying beads of rain. And muffled, dead around. I turn to my mother, but my mother is gone. And there is nowhere to run, it is useless to call, because it is empty and dark - everywhere ... And I stand without tears. And it’s not even scary, but only monstrously lonely and hopeless.

Deliver us fate from such dreams ...

Uncle Borya said that Sevastopol was already being restored and in a few years it would be better than before. This comforted me (although it doesn’t need to be “better”, let it be the same as before!). And it was also consoling that the enemies paid for the ruins of Sevastopol at what a price! It was the same pride that I first felt in the book Malakhov Kurgan. Even more - it was the pride of the winner. I had a right to a drop of such pride: my father was also in this war. Well, maybe not in Sevastopol, but the war was common for all soldiers and for all cities. Dad ended the war in Berlin and signed the Reichstag, and he has a medal "For the Victory over Germany" and the Order of the Red Star ...

Only something doesn’t go and he doesn’t go home ...

Somehow, at the end of August, Aunt Lena, Leshkin's mother, asked:

- Hey, former neighbor, do you want to go to the movies?

She worked as an administrator at the cinema named after the Twentieth Anniversary of the Komsomol. In common parlance, this cinema was called "Children's". Aunt Lena sometimes took a company of children from the yard and escorted them to the hall through an acquaintance, without tickets. The controllers put a few chairs for us in a corner near the high stove, and some of us sat on the floorboards. The screen was not high from the floor, we sat very close to it, and the flickering miracle of black and white cinema literally hugged us.

There were few new films. But the old ones were also a discovery for us boys. Snoring with excitement, we watched Shchors and Chapaev, Parkhomenko and Kotovsky, We are from Kronstadt and Maxim's Youth...

This time, our usual company went with Aunt Lena. I now remember her and see clearly, as in the photograph. Red-haired foe Tolka in dusty orange knee-length shorts, a faded T-shirt and a huge cap burned on his belly - he imagined himself to be the famous goalkeeper from the picture of the same name. Tolka's long and pimply sister Galka in a coquettish wreath of late dandelions and a white-bleached dress. Vovka Pokrasov, cut like a typewriter, with a swollen nose (it cracked on the rafters when we climbed up the attic), in a sagging sleeveless jacket and rattling canvas pants to the heels. Lyoshka in wrinkled but cleaned trousers and a brand new cowboy shirt - because in front of his mother. And I’m in my “trophy” suit, which has already lost its heavenly color and mother-of-pearl buttons - instead of them, honest brass buttons with stars were sewn on, and one even with an anchor ... And all of us, except for Galka and Leshka, barefoot, scratched in stormy yard games and football fights ... I just don’t remember what year it is: the forty-sixth or forty-seventh? ..

- What movie? I asked Vovka.

- That's a bullshit, have not heard, or what? Malakhov Kurgan!

What? No, right? Here's a miracle ... Will I really see what I read about in Leshkin's book?

No, it wasn't about that. It was about the war with the Germans. Quite recent. About the death of our destroyer, about German tanks, about five sailors who did not let these tanks into Sevastopol. They didn’t let us in very simply - they went under the tracks with grenades.

We said goodbye, put away unnecessary heavy pistols, took a bunch of grenades and went, one by one. Towards clanging colossus. Knowing that in a few seconds there will be a flash and then nothing ...

... That summer, I was often tormented by the thought that someday comes to every person: why do I live if there will be an end anyway? What if there comes a time when I'm gone? Do you understand me ! It won't at all. Then why is everything in the world? Why do something, go to school, hurry somewhere, be friends with someone, read books? After all, it doesn't matter... This thought grabbed my heart unexpectedly, during the game, swimming in the river, launching a kite. And the bright day faded. There was no fear, but it became inexplicable and hopeless: why? .. Then this thought mercifully receded, giving way to the joys of life. But I knew that she, this deafening, like a blow, melancholy could fall on me again, and I was afraid in advance. Because I understood: I will not find the answer.

And here is the movie. About a cruel, about a mortal battle, when there is no salvation. As five people evilly and calmly go towards death.

Why is it calm?

“Because Sevastopol is behind them,” they thought.

Now this thought may seem implausible for a boy. Sounds like a slogan. But then these were not words, but rather a feeling. I felt that people with grenades loved Sevastopol more than themselves. Of course, not only Sevastopol, but many things: all our land, our relatives, our ships, our comrades. But at that moment for me it was combined in the word "Sevastopol". The best word for me.

They loved him so much that it was the most important thing. And so they were not afraid to die. Moreover, they were not afraid to live. They knew why. Life and death had clear meaning for them. And then, on the way from the cinema, with my pounding childish heart for the first time I vaguely felt this meaning of human existence. Very unclear, childish, without words, but felt. You truly live if you love something. Something or someone. If you are not alone. If around you there is something that is expensive. If you are a part of it yourself. Then don't worry...

I couldn't say it, and I didn't mean to. But I felt a joyful calmness. And so that others feel just as good, he said:

“It will be built again soon anyway.

- Whom? Tolka didn't understand. He, if he didn’t understand something, always said “whom”.

“Sevastopol,” I replied with restraint.

– What about you? Tolka said. - Do you have a fiancee?

And he giggled.

I understood that he was not against Sevastopol, but against me. Because of its reddishness. But still, I got very angry and told Tolka that he was a freckled goat and Unter-von-snot-fuhrer. Tolka was terribly offended at the last, and five minutes later we had a fight in our yard over woodpile. With the seconds Vovka Pokrasov and Amir Rashidov, who was always right there on such occasions. The fight turned out to be liquid and ended in a draw, because Tolka's underpants burst, and the seconds separated us. We buried the hatchets.

And what were we to do? We have fought with him before and put up with him many times. And we felt that it would continue to be so. But the fights were still only fleeting episodes in our lives, and life itself was surprisingly long. Every summer day was endless and sunny. We understood that we must live in a good way. And when Uncle Borya gave me three rubles for a small portion of ice cream, I allowed Tolka to lick the edge of this portion ...

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Which answer option contains the information necessary to substantiate the answer to the question: “Why did the hero-narrator, leafing through the book, “sit without moving, afraid to remind himself with an extra movement”?

1) Lyoshka was angry "if they climbed on his arm during important work."

2) Lyoshka was making a cracker-cracker, and the hero-narrator got scared when “a minute later there was a bang in the yard.”

3) The hero-narrator was carried away by the book and could not "part with the story of Sevastopol" until he finished reading it.

4) The hero-narrator was afraid that Lyoshka, in a bad mood, would again tease him with the incomprehensible nickname "Knabel".

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

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Answer:

In which answer option is there no phraseological unit?

1) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do.

2) All the same, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

3) However, Lyoshka's teasers were good-natured, but he was really angry if they climbed on his arm during important work.

4) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

From sentences 9-11 write out the word in which the spelling of the prefix is ​​determined

its meaning is "incomplete action".

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

From sentences 18-20 write out the word in which the spelling of the suffix is ​​not

is determined by the general rule (is an exception).

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Replace the vernacular "stole" in sentence 22 with a stylistically neutral synonym. Write this synonym.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Replace the phrase "cloth blanket" (sentence 10), built on the basis of agreement, with a synonymous phrase with a control connection. Write the resulting phrase.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Write down the grammatical basis of the sentence 4.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Among sentences 19-25, find a sentence with separate agreed definitions. Write the number of this offer.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

In the sentences below from the read text, all commas are numbered. Write down the numbers denoting commas at the introductory word.

Knabel, (1) did you steal the book?

I won’t give it anyway, (2) until I finish reading it! - I said desperately, (3) because parting with the story of Sevastopol was, (4) it seemed, (5) beyond my strength.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Indicate the number of grammatical bases in the sentence 32. Write down the answer with a number.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

In the sentences below from the read text, all commas are numbered. Write down all the numbers denoting commas between parts of a complex sentence connected by a subordinating relationship.

Write your answer in ascending order.

In those days (1) that I talk about, (2) he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. However, (3) Leshkin's teasers were harmless, (4) but he was really angry, (5) if they climbed on his arm during important work. Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, (6) but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(According to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Krapivin Vladislav Petrovich (born in 1938) is a children's writer. His books have been included in the Golden Library of Selected Works for Children and Youth, the Library of Adventure and Science Fiction, and the Library of World Literature for Children. Some of the writer's works have been filmed.

Answer:

Among sentences 12-15, find a complex sentence with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...

9.1 Write an essay-reasoning, revealing the meaning of the statement of the Russian philologist A. A. Kuznetsov: "The presentation" in the first person, the use of words and phrases of a colloquial nature give the author the opportunity to influence the consciousness and feelings of the reader." Justify your answer by giving 2 examples from the text you read.

You can write a work in a scientific or journalistic style, revealing the topic on linguistic material. You can start the composition with the words of A. A. Kuznetsov.

A work written without relying on the text read (not on this text) is not evaluated.

9.2 Write an essay-reasoning. Explain how you understand the meaning of the text fragment: “I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself of myself with an extra movement.”

Give in your essay 2 arguments from the read text that confirm your reasoning.

When giving examples, indicate the numbers of the required sentences or use citations.

The essay must be at least 70 words.

If the essay is a paraphrase or a complete rewrite of the source text without any comments, then such work is evaluated by zero points.

Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting.

9.3 How do you understand the meaning of the phrase PRECIOUS BOOKS?

Formulate and comment on your definition. Write an essay-reasoning on the topic “What are precious books”, taking the definition you gave as a thesis. Arguing your thesis, give 2 examples-arguments that confirm your reasoning: give one example-argument from the text you read, and the second from your life experience.

The essay must be at least 70 words.

If the essay is a paraphrase or a complete rewrite of the source text without any comments, then such work is evaluated by zero points.

Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting.

(1) When they ask why I, a completely terrestrial person, am so attached to Sevastopol, to sailors and ships, I say:

- (2) Because I fell in love with the sea as a child.

(3) And today I want to recall the details of those days when I first felt longing for Sevastopol.

(4) It happened at the beginning of June. (5) I went to the Shalimovs out of nothing to do. (6) Lyoshka angrily made a cracker-cracker out of a bent copper tube and a nail. (7) He only looked at me with gloomy indifference. (8) In those days that I am talking about, he teased me with the incomprehensible nickname Knabel. (9) However, Lyoshkin's teasers were good-natured, and

he was really angry if someone climbed on his arm during important work. (10) Therefore, I did not meddle and look at the scarecrow, but quietly sat down on a bunk covered with a cloth blanket.

(11) There was a book on a brown cloth, on which there were spreading anchors, sailing ships and the words: “S. Grigoriev. Malakhov Kurgan.

(12) Everything that was connected with the sea and sails made me excited. (13) I quietly opened the book and began to read how the ten-year-old boy Venka stands on the roof of his house and looks at the squadron entering the bay, how orange ribbed tiles on white houses shine in the sun.

(14) I leafed through the pages inaudibly and sat without moving, afraid to remind myself with an extra movement.

(15) Apparently, it went well with the scarecrow: Lyoshka, without saying a word, left, and a minute later there was a crash in the yard. (16) The shot shook me - I had to make a decision. (17) Ask Lyoshka to let him read? (18) He may answer “take it,” or he may grunt “I read it myself” or “not mine.” (19) With naughty fingers, I unbuttoned the tin buttons on my stomach, stuffed the book and slid sideways into the kitchen. (20) He clicked on the door with a hook and froze with a book at the table ...

(21) After some time, Lyoshka pulled the door.

- (22) Knabel, did you steal the book?

- (23) Anyway, I won’t give it until I finish reading it! I said desperately, because parting with the story of Sevastopol seemed to be beyond my strength.

- (24) Well, just come out, - Leshka warned in a bad voice.

(25) By the middle of the next day, I had finished reading “Malakhov Kurgan” and, guilty, ready for a well-deserved punishment, but still happy, carried the book to Lyoshka. (26) Lyoshka met me quite peacefully, smiled and said:

- (27) Come on, I now have Eighty Days Around the World, but read this one more if you want ...

(28) And I read more. (29) Slowly. (30) About Venka and Nakhimov, about the death of ships sunk at the entrance to the bay, and about the sailors on the bastions. (31) And there was Sevastopol in the book. (32) I read about creepy

of incessant bombardments, of ruins and fires, but through the smoke of military destruction he continued to see a peaceful and sunny city by the boundless sea. (33) The one I needed ...