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Which answer option contains the information necessary to justify the answer to the question: “Why did the main character rush into a fight with the boys?”

1) He wanted to prove to the Gas Tank that he was not a coward.

2) He saw that his grandfather-general was expecting some action from him.

3) He really wanted to stop the ugly scene with the destruction of a harmless squirrel.

4) Only in a fight could the hero prove that he was a real general.

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

Answer:

Indicate a sentence in which the means of expressiveness of speech is a comparative phrase.

1) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel was moving in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what.

2) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded with a dull snort next to the squirrel, she shuddered with her entire small body, her fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping herself even with them.

3) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

4) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

From sentences 1-3, write down a word in which the spelling of the prefix depends on the deafness - the voicedness of the subsequent consonant.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

From sentences 7-12, write down a word in which the spelling of the suffix is ​​determined by the rule: “In an adjective formed from a noun with a stem in N, NN is written.”

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

Replace the colloquial word “shook” in sentence 28 with a stylistically neutral synonym. Write this synonym.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

Replace the phrase “concrete wall”, built on the basis of coordination, with a synonymous phrase with the control connection. Write the resulting phrase.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

Write down the grammatical basis of sentence 37.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

Among sentences 3-6, find a sentence with a separate common agreed upon definition. Write the number of this offer.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

In the sentences below from the text read, all commas are numbered. Write down the numbers indicating commas in the introductory construction.

Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, (1) again I would have thrown something away, (2) maybe, (3) but here I barely heard it.

Stop it! - I yelled, (4) glaring at the squirrel, (5) already barely moving along the wall.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

Indicate the number of grammatical bases in sentence 31. Write the answer in numbers.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

In the sentence below from the text read, all commas are numbered. Write down the numbers indicating commas between parts of a complex sentence connected by a subordinate connection.

The taiga was nearby, (1) squirrels often ran into the village, (2) but they easily ran back through the trees, (3) but this one was unlucky, (4) she, (5) probably, (6) ran across the ground, ( 7) when she was noticed, (8) rushed towards the house and was now climbing the wall, (9) defenseless against the blows of snowballs.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

Answer:

Among sentences 1-6, find a complex sentence with an adverbial clause. Write the number of this offer.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

Among sentences 30-37, find a complex sentence with a conjunctional coordinating and subordinating connection between the parts. Write the number of this offer.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

To justify your answer, give two examples from the text read. When giving examples, indicate the numbers of the required sentences or use citations. You can write a paper in a scientific or journalistic style, revealing the topic using linguistic material. You can start your essay with the words of L.V. Shcherba. The essay must be at least 70 words. Work written without reference to the text read (not based on this text) is not graded. If the essay is a retelling or completely rewritten of the original text without any comments, then such work is scored zero points. Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting.

2. Write an essay-reasoning. Explain how you understand the meaning of the last sentence of the text: “ “I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you did great!”».

Bring it in your essay two arguments from the text you read, confirming 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 retelling or completely rewritten of the original text without any comments, then such work is scored zero points. Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting.

3. How do you understand the meaning of the word KINDNESS? Formulate and comment on the definition you have given. Write an essay-discussion on the topic “ What is kindness", taking the definition you gave as a thesis. Arguing your thesis, give two example arguments, confirming your reasoning: one Give an example from the text you read, and second- from your life experience. The essay must be at least 70 words. If the essay is a retelling or completely rewritten of the original text without any comments, then such work is scored zero points. Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting.

(1) I was dragging along the street and suddenly I saw a crowd... (2) Ten boys, high school students, and to the side, on the sidelines, stood the Gas Cylinder, the main instigator of all the most “wrong”, dishonest deeds.

(3) The boys hastily bent down to the ground, made snowballs and threw them at the wall of the new house: there, on the rough concrete wall, a squirrel was climbing.

(4) The boys were having fun, shooting snowballs at the wall, and the squirrel moved in bold short jerks higher and higher, to the very roof, clinging to who knows what. (5) The taiga was nearby, squirrels often ran into the village, but they easily ran back through the trees, but this one was unlucky, she was probably running across the ground, when she was noticed, rushed to the house and was now climbing the wall, defenseless from blows snowballs.

(6) Snow shells, like cannonballs, exploded next to the squirrel with a dull snort; it shuddered with its entire small body, its fluffy tail pressed against the wall, as if helping itself even with them.

(7) Ten hefty thugs against a small defenseless squirrel! (8) But these ten were people. (9) And each had a head on his shoulders, and a heart in his chest. (10) The Gas Cylinder stood nearby with a stone face. (11) I waited with interest to see how it would all end.

(12) The blood began to pound indignantly in my temples.

- (13) You! - I shouted, trembling with hatred. - (14) You bastards! (15) What are you doing!

(16) The Gas Cylinder turned to me, his eyes narrowed slyly.

- (17) Ah! General! - he grimaced. - (18) You’re in command again!

(19) And he laughed:

- (20) A general without troops!

(21) Another time I would have gone crazy from these unpleasant words, again I would have thrown something out, maybe, but here I barely heard it.

- (22) Stop it! - I yelled, glaring at the squirrel, which was already barely moving along the wall.

(23) The snowballs were no longer clapping near her. (24) Frozen clods of earth and stones clicked. (25) And then the squirrel fell down.

(26) She fell down, and I was still looking at the wall of the house. (27) There, on the rough concrete, there was a red spot...

(28) I threw my briefcase, pulled my hat down further and, accelerating, slammed my head into the healthy guy’s stomach. (29) He groaned, fell, and I rammed the next one, the next one. (30) The boys were taken aback for a while, then I felt the prickly snow on my face and began to suffocate in a snowdrift. (31) They hit me on the back and on the head, but I didn’t feel pain, but spun around furiously, trying to jump up and ram someone else.

(32) Suddenly the blows stopped. (33) I shook myself off. (34) There were no high school students, and there was no squirrel anywhere to be seen. (35) Only the Gas Cylinder stood in its old place. (36) My lips trembled and my hands shook when I wiped away the melting snow

from his face and saw his grandfather. (37) He was breathing heavily, looking gloomily at the retreating boys.

“(38) I saw everything,” he said, catching his breath, “you’re great!”

(According to A.A. Likhanov*)

* Albert Anatolyevich Likhanov (born in 1935) – Soviet, Russian writer, chairman of the Russian Children's Fund, author of many works about teenagers.

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Composition

I. A. Turgenev’s story “Asya” is one of the best works of Russian literature dedicated to love. In general, love, to a greater or lesser extent, is present in all of Turgenev’s works. According to the writer, this is a fundamental feeling in human life. All the writer's heroes pass the test of love. It is this test that turns out to be the most important and most difficult. But it is precisely this that determines the moral basis, the essence of man.

Thus, in the story “Asya,” love arises between the main character, Mr. N.N. and the girl Asya. Having met in a provincial town in Germany and starting to communicate in a friendly manner, these heroes realize that they have fallen in love with each other. Emotional and courageous in her feelings, Asya sees no obstacles to her happiness with Mr. N.N. The hero becomes a victim of his own weakness, fear, and prejudices.

During the events described, the twenty-five-year-old hero travels around Europe, studies people's lives, enjoys his youth, freedom, and wealth. In almost every town he has a lady of his heart, but he himself understands perfectly well that all these hobbies are frivolous.

But unexpectedly, in a German town, Mr. N. meets his love. She turns out to be a strange girl Asya. Born of a nobleman father and a servant mother, she stood out among her surroundings with her wild, original character, intelligence, emotionality, and impetuosity: “Asya was extremely understanding, she studied well, better than anyone; but she didn’t want to fit in with the general level, she was stubborn and looked like a beech...".

The author emphasizes the girl’s originality. And indeed, Mr. N.N. I immediately noticed this: her artistry, plasticity, impetuosity, enormous emotionality, desire to live a bright and memorable life. Such a heroine could not help but attract the attention of the hero.

Having met Asya, he feels in his heart love for one beautiful widow who rejected him. But we understand that these feelings are largely feigned. And the hero himself admits this. Only Asya managed to evoke a sincere feeling in him. Turgenev depicts to us the origin of love, its formation and the separation of the heroes.

The separation, in my opinion, was the fault of Mr. N. Although he loved Asya very much, he was afraid of responsibility. We remember that Gagin came to Mr. N. with a story about his sister’s love. He gave the hero an ultimatum: either he marries Asa, or they leave. A little later, the hero meets Asya herself. She confesses her feelings to Mr. N., but the hero betrays both the girl and his love. Prejudice and fear of the opinion of society and the opinion of Gagin force him to push away Asya, who was ready to follow Mr. N. to the ends of the earth. Later, the hero regrets his betrayal and wants to fix everything, but he missed his chance. Asya will tell him about this in a farewell note.

Having recognized Mr. N. well enough, Gagin and his sister decided to leave without waiting for an answer. They understood that Mr. N. was not yet ripe for such an important decision and that as time passed he would regret it. And so it happened. In a fit of feeling, the hero rushed to catch up with Asya, but fate decreed that he would not catch them. As Mr. N. himself later admitted, this was the best ending for him: “However, I must admit that I was not sad for her for too long; I even found that fate was good in not uniting me with Asya; I consoled myself with the thought that I probably would not be happy with such a wife.”

From the last chapter of the story we learn that the hero never met his love, he lives as a lonely little boy and still keeps the memory of Asa. Among the numerous series of women he had, only this girl left a deep mark on his soul. Perhaps this was his only love, and having missed it through his own fault, he remained lonely and unhappy for the rest of his life. Or maybe the hero still had a chance to fall in love, to become happy, but he passed by. Because by his nature, Mr. N. has not matured to love, he is afraid of strong emotions and drastic changes in life.

Thus, in my opinion, Mr. N. did not pass the test of love. He lost Asya's love only through his own fault. We understand this by reading the scene of THEIR date.

Here the hero appears before us not yet matured into deep and serious Love. Unlike Asya, Mr. N. is afraid of difficulties, so he follows the easiest path, which, however, does not bring him happiness.

The hero refuses new strong, high feelings, intense spiritual experiences. The lifestyle of a social slacker taught Mr. N. to fleeting hobbies, superficial experiences, and a frivolous attitude towards life and feelings. Therefore, at the first serious test, when the hero is required to make a choice, he retreats.

Mr. N. appears to us as incapable of making independent decisions and life changes. This indecision and weakness is especially clearly visible against the background of Asya, one of the ideal “Turgenev girls”. She is ready for the highest manifestation of love - self-sacrifice.

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Are you ready to meet a crowd of hooligans who are not afraid of injury or prison and who take pleasure in beating everyone who is weaker? Useful tips that can be very useful to you in a fight.

“Punch a man in the face and he walks around with a broken face all week. Teach a man to punch people in the face and he will live with a broken face all his life.”

Don't look for trouble on your ass! Sit down and think about it, are you ready to put your health, life and freedom on the line in a knife fight tonight? Are you ready to meet a crowd of hooligans who are not afraid of injury or prison terms and who take pleasure in fucking everyone who is weaker than them? If you are not ready for such a bet, it is quite logical not to meddle in places where this could happen, isn’t it? It’s not a fact that they will kill you, but if a fight happens, you will be afraid of the high stakes and will tremble, after which your fate will depend on the will of the winners - they may rob you, or they may cut your organs. Therefore, walking through the dark gateways of disadvantaged neighborhoods in third world countries is the height of stupidity. And it’s a hundred times stupider to go there with your girlfriend. It’s a little less stupid to hang around all sorts of redneck clubs and night bars, but it’s also not recommended, because a night without fights is rare in such places. If you feel a heroic strength in yourself and your hormones are asking for adventure, sign up for a sports training or the nearest fight club and discharge them there, still avoiding the above-mentioned places.

Don't let yourself be provoked into a fight

Actually, more than half of the fights begin with banal rudeness - hurt pride, word for word, and then together they go to the hospital or department, depending on your luck. Keep calm. Outright violent inadequacies are the concern of local cops, security and administration. If someone shouts something at you on the street, don’t rush to turn around and say, “What the fuck did you say?” Do not conduct any dialogues with scumbags; it is quite possible (and almost certainly!) that they are deliberately making you emotional.

If you are attacked, one or a group of thugs is standing in front of you, but the fighting has not yet begun - the most important thing is not to panic. Everything may be really bad, but panicking will only make it worse. Next, you need to collect as much information as possible and understand what your opponents’ goal is, how far they are willing to go, and what they are like as fighters. And of course, you need to know for sure what bet you yourself are ready to make in this situation and what you are like as a fighter. It would be a good idea to sometimes think through such situations in your free time in order to be prepared in advance.

In general, you are unlikely to have time to see and think about everything. Therefore, if you are alone, run! Even if it seems that the opponent is weaker, if you are a MSM in boxing, your dad is a police general, and your uncle is a crime boss - it’s still better to run. What if a gopnik a head shorter than you takes out a knife and stabs you in the eye? Do you need it? Of course, you can take a risk, maybe you will win and then brag to your friends. If you are willing to risk your health for such show-offs, then that’s your business. But the main thing is to clearly understand the situation, and not follow a stereotype like “a real man should always fight.” Exceptions (when it is safer to immediately shoot with a minigun, rather than recklessly exposing your back while running away) are significant, but in terms of improbability they are not much inferior to the presence of a minigun.

Of course, in order to escape, it is advisable to know the area a little, so as not to drive yourself into a dead end, with pursuers inflamed by the hunting instinct on your tail. If it so happens that you are carried into an unknown place, then it is better to run along the widest streets (they are usually through and without dead ends) and preferably in the direction where police or people may presumably be present. Jumping over a fence and getting into some protected area, even with a dog, can sometimes be a good solution - bandits are unlikely to come after you, and you can explain to the guard that you have problems. In any case, he won’t beat you, but if you fly in there screaming “POLICYAAA SAVE YOU!!!” - perhaps he will even have time to help in some way if he was shooting cameras and saw you approaching.

There are situations when there is nowhere to run, for example, you are not alone or in a closed room, and the goal is very important - in this case you will have to fight. Then forget about everything, pick up/take out any weapon and move forward, with extreme ruthlessness towards yourself and the world around you. In this situation it just makes sense.

Change your bet. If you need victory, but the situation is not yours, do not rush to give up, you can change the bet. If the gopnik takes out a knife, offer to sort it out without knives. It won't always work, but it's worth a try. Or vice versa, if you are being pinched by a crowd, take a stick in your hand and beat up the closest couple. If they are not ready for a serious fight, they will fuck off. If you are weaker, then raising the bet is the only and very effective method to change the balance in your favor, which is often forgotten when lost and suffocated by adrenaline. You may not even have to fight, if your opponents are not willing to take such risks, they will be blown away.

Suddenness. Use it: if the enemy is not yet ready to attack, and you already understand what inaction will lead to, then why not go and fuck him first? A surprise is the best opportunity to turn the outcome in your favor. The main thing here is not to miss the moment. If you see that the enemy is slowly starting to close the distance - without hesitation, hit him in the head, ideally - hit him in the jaw and hit him until the enemy falls. Always watch your hands, at any moment he can take out a knife or something stronger, so if you see his hand reaching into his pocket, hit him in the groin. Also, a beer bottle from the next table can suddenly save a life. However, it is worth remembering about the Criminal Code (105, 111).

Plan everything in advance. In your free time, think through as much detail as possible where and for what you will fight, and where you will not. You should not dream about scattering a crowd of gopniks with a roundhouse kick, but plan when you will enter a fight, and when you will run away, what you will say when threatened with a fight, and whether this will make sense. This will allow you to act competently in all conflict situations.

If there is a chan nearby. A fight in the presence of a girl is a special and very delicate situation. In animals, males find out who will have love with a lady precisely in a fight. These ancient instincts remain with you, and the male living inside you may consider that the relationship with your companion is at stake. If your brain is weak, clouded by hormones or stereotypes, in an emotional outburst you can make a mess. The intensity of passions takes place in any fight, but in the presence of Chan it is many times stronger! Depending on the prevailing emotion, you can easily become a hero, throwing your naked belly at the knife, or get your panties dirty and run away, leaving the chan to be torn to pieces. Therefore, the first thing to do is to cope with your emotions and assess the situation. If you are facing a hierarchical duel with a small bet - win or fail in front of the chans will definitely get the Epic prefix (in your head)! In this case, you must behave with dignity until the end. Don't give up, even if you miss many more shots than you throw. Under no circumstances should you cry, whine, or beg for mercy. Contrary to the stereotype, even if you lose, you can score points in a girl’s eyes if you behave with dignity. Just like a stupid and causeless beating of a weak person, which is formally a victory, can greatly reduce your reputation in her eyes.

If you and the girl are in real danger, she should run and call for help with all her might, while you should fight desperately. This is the only correct option for average people. If she stays, she is unlikely to be able to help you much, because an ordinary girl without serious combat training and without weapons is not a fighter at all. But she can be raped in front of your eyes, and without witnesses, no one will know about this until they accidentally stumble upon your decomposed corpses. A girl who has managed to escape far can quickly call for help and call the cops, which is why the idea of ​​killing you becomes unattractive for the attackers - a raid in hot pursuit is guaranteed. It’s also unlikely that you’ll be able to run away together, because an ordinary girl runs slower than an ordinary man, especially in heels. And the worst thing you can do is run away alone. This is a lifetime title of a rag without the right to rehabilitation. You can only run if the opponents are temporarily neutralized and you are sure that your girlfriend is already far away, or cannot run in principle, and at least one messenger must reach the cops at any cost.

There is a certain number of maneuvers that are applicable depending on the circumstances and are distinguished by a common property - it is vitally important to know the area so that instead of a friend you do not find an empty place with traces of violence.

The girl pushes in one direction, you in the other, if you can, of course. The ability to quickly pick off cops forces opponents to chase after you or radically merge, plus different running speeds lead to scattering of opponents and as a result, instead of one against four, you can alternately find yourself with them one on one in turn, and if you have a knife, this tactic can become for them the last revelation.

You defiantly run away with loud appeals to the police (for obvious reasons, this does not work in rural areas). Since the rest are not chewy creatures and they won’t swallow your girl in a second in any case, they are forced to either promptly fuck off (otherwise, at a minimum, there will be a kidnapping and your orientation to their face from the cops, which may not be courageous, but so effective! ) or run after you. If everyone runs - massive win, the Benny Hill show will continue until the parties are completely exhausted. If not all of them and their battalion was not there initially - hello from around the corner + decreased numbers + room for maneuver if you have at least something devastating in your hands, it may well turn the situation over to you.

However, even if the enemy has a small advantage, the girl is a fighter. At least, if there are two opponents, not five, and these are not assholes with knives, but assholes with bare hands, she will be able to occupy one of them for a couple of seconds. If chan is reading this article, your task is to distract one freak so that your boyfriend can calmly deal with the second one. Remember that a knockout is not only painful and unpleasant, but also very sudden, so don’t confuse a fight with scratches in the face with your opponent: use your legs, aim for the asshole’s feet, legs, knees, well, and balls, wherever Without this, don’t let him come within effective striking distance of you. There is also a pack of self-defense techniques that can more or less be used in attack. Attempts to hang from the enemy’s arms usually lead to a quick shaking off and raking, and therefore are not so effective. Perhaps even the attention of the second one will be distracted by at least the very fact of the presence of an angry fury nearby, which will make it easier for your guy to take turns knocking out the brains of both idiots. And yes, the courts are more tolerant towards women, so in a pinch, improvised means, like bottles, are very much your choice.

By the way, among some nations it is shameful to fight in the presence of chans. At the same time, beating a girl who is not a blood relative is not forbidden at all.

Don't think while fighting. You need to think before a fight, very seriously and intensely. You can also think after. But in the actual battle, loading your brain with logical reasoning is harmful and dangerous. If you have decided to participate and the blows have already started flying, don’t think about anything, completely immerse yourself in the process and transfer control to your instincts. The fact is that the instinctive “stimulus-response” mode allows you to recognize situations and act much faster than rational-logical thinking. A typical mistake of nerds and intellectuals is that, out of habit, they begin to reason, something like “if he hits with his right, I’ll move to the side and then grab his arm and apply a painful hold, and if he hits with his left, I’ll dodge and then knee him in the balls.” and a side one to the jaw.” The reasoning may be logical and correct, but in any case it will be too slow, and speed is critical! A fight with a trained person takes place at speeds at which logical thinking is not effective! Particularly harmful are discussions about the consequences: “What if my tooth gets knocked out? What will I tell my mom then? What if I hit him too hard and they register me with the police? This is all my studies and all my plans for nothing!” Any such thoughts lead to the only conclusion - fighting is dangerous, and it is better to end everything quickly. And this is a guaranteed drain.

It should, however, be remembered that during a fight, an experienced fighter cannot philosophize, not because he “forbids” himself to do so, but because the brain is a little more than completely occupied with tactical thought, even to the point of “reading the thoughts” of the opponent by movements of his eyes and involuntary twitching of his limbs. Boxing to the rescue.

Practice. General physical fitness and a good BI will not only increase your chances in a fight, but will also generally have a beneficial effect on life and health. The main thing is without fanaticism.

In general, if there is no good reason for a fight, then you have three options:
Exhausting the enemy by running.
A vocal attack with the aim of demoralizing the enemy, turning into exhausting him by running.
A vocal attack with the aim of calling for reinforcements, which turns into wearing out the enemy by running in order to allow reinforcements to arrive at their destination.

But seriously, the main question is: is it really worth it? Here you see how a man is being beaten. Or a girl. The template demands intercession. But will it definitely be easier for you, lying in the hospital (or underground, depending on your luck) because they will give you a medal for your rescue? This is exactly the case when “if you don’t know how, don’t try it.”

Moreover: where is the guarantee that as a result they will not pin the instigator of the fight on you personally? How do you know which of them has what kind of roof, connections, and generally what the witnesses will say? So, you saw how a woman’s bag was snatched away. Let's say you're a master's candidate in boxing, knocked out one, broke the arm of another. Only when the victim SUDDENLY does not identify the attackers, and they declare that you snatched the bag and they stopped you, prove that you are not a camel. As in the joke: “Well, you asshole, you showed off in front of a pacifier, and now you’re going to slurp your cabbage soup with a dick?” And the fact that a comrade sergeant shook your hand after a fight is not a panacea; it will be necessary, and the sergeant will be punished for the unlawful use of force against the “patients.”

You don’t want to know at all about what they will write in the protocol after a meeting with citizens of a tolerant nationality (“he inflicted serious bodily injuries on himself with a bag containing a laptop, after which he forcibly ordered the victim to take the said bag and flee”). A team of experienced relatives will embody your wildest fantasies in their testimony, have no doubt.

And then there are those who, while running (during a tactical retreat in front of superior enemy forces), having dropped their mobile, stop to pick it up. No comments here.

Combat training. Martial arts

In order not to detonate the hellish thematic holivar, specific species are not mentioned here. We will limit ourselves to general recommendations only.

Training should be practice-oriented. A good BI should teach how to inflict damage and defend against it. Despite the obviousness of this statement, some schools that position themselves as serious combat training, in fact, provide only gymnastics and philosophy.

Captain Obvious again tells us that the best way to learn how to do something is to do it. If you've been bench-pressing your whole life, then you're good at bench-pressing, but it's not a fact that you'll be a good fighter. Therefore, the more similar the training is to a fight, the better preparation it provides for a fight. Regular sparring and the risk of getting punched in the face is definitely better than slowly practicing the most deadly blows, but without a single sparring session. If you are afraid of bruises, you will never learn to win. And no astral-contactless philosophy will teach you this even in a thousand years. A common misconception not like everyone else is that traditional beating is a stupid path for stupid rednecks, and for the especially gifted there is a cunning path of development without bullshit, where at some point you SUDDENLY become a bender. Alas, this does not happen.

On the other hand, you don’t need to be driven to the point of idiocy; a broken head and broken limbs are also unlikely to make you a tough fighter. Training must have adequate efficiency. If you already have a profession, a personal life and a bunch of other concerns, then it is quite logical to assume that BI, which requires regular training throughout your life and will give results after N number of decades, is not the best choice.

Further, in combat there is a big difference between knowing how to do it and actually being able to do it. This is because everything can happen very quickly, much faster than the logical operations in the cortex and wood of your brain. The solution is to push the basic techniques until they become automatic.

That's why, my dear friend, if you flipped through a self-defense book and got an idea of ​​the basic techniques, it doesn't make you any cooler. Fighting skills just don’t work like that - even the simplest movements to understand require serious effort and time so that you can more or less intelligently apply them on autopilot in a fight. Without regular and systematic training, you will never become a fighter!

Unlike a fight, in any BI the level of risk is limited. And according to the rules of any BI, it is always possible to more or less consistently identify the strongest and the weakest. That is, those who are likely to win and those who will lose. In a desperate fight, everything turns into randomness. The role of preparation is reduced, and moral and volitional qualities come to the fore. This should be remembered by all kinds of champions, holders of belts and dans. Being a champion in your style does not guarantee a championship on the street. The skill of quick and accurate strikes may well be outweighed by desperation and a knife. The randomness of such fights is the true reason why smart people prefer not to participate in them.

You may think that you are already an old fart, which is why they won’t let you into training. Give up this excuse, in large cities and beyond there are plenty of places where even a lazy bitard can be taught how to fuck off. After all, it's their job.

What's wrong with the rocking chair (without the pear)?

A rocking chair wouldn't hurt either. For most people, the sight of a muscular and fit person is a serious deterrent. And to consolidate the result, it would be good to at least practice punches on the punching bag, and not just swing, otherwise there will be problems with the speed and coordination of the punch.

And of course running. Besides the fact that this is the basis of physical training, this is the only technique that is guaranteed to save your skin in the event of an attack. The most likely aggressors: gopniks, thugs and drunken rednecks - rarely lead a healthy lifestyle, and therefore are unlikely to be able to compete with a trained person in a sprint. Therefore, regular jogging will not be superfluous (especially over rough terrain). More specific training: for the first five seconds, run like a wild scalded boar as hard as you can, then gradually slow down to a normal cross-country run. Optional - parkour, in the part where they teach you how to jump over obstacles without slowing down, and not show off.

As you can see, in order to be a more or less prepared fighter, you need to train seriously and comprehensively. It's up to you to decide how much you need it.

Psychological preparation for a fight

The first thing that will help you not to screw up and act competently is an understanding of what a fight is. You should get rid of complexes and stereotypes. Training with getting on the scoreboard helps a lot with this, strengthens the psyche and provides invaluable experience. No amount of theoretical training can replace this. Next, you need to think carefully about who you are and what you live for, what you are ready to die for, and where you are ready to give in. Solid knowledge of this is the very core. To win, you need the right mindset, which includes being willing to bet and take losses. If you live for profit and consumption, then be sure that you will shit your pants in the event of any real threat, and would rather suck a dick in the most literal sense than offer resistance. So that you are not afraid to risk something, you should not value it. In particular, you shouldn’t worry too much about clothes and the beauty of your face, as well as the impeccable purity of your biography. And for a knife fight, you must be resolutely prepared for the fact that every day could be your last. Is it really that scary if absolutely everyone sooner or later turns into a rotting piece of meat? This all seems obvious, but why then do 95% of bravos get involved in a fight, and only in the process do they begin to frantically debate whether it is worth it or not?

In addition, there are many applied training methods aimed at both eliminating complexes and overcoming instinctive taboos, such as the reluctance to gouge out eyes or cut throats, or, conversely, the desire to kill. Regular autogenic training and/or meditation makes sense. In combination with a suitable BI - irreplaceable things, as they teach you to manage your emotions and abstract from them for a while. In a fight, this skill is essential because any good fighter must be able to control his psyche and switch from one type of thinking to another. Also, there is a special yoga course for fighters. Not exactly the same, but in principle the essence is not much different. Faith can also help, and the more fanatical the patient, the crazier he is in a fight.

The author of the novel “Anna Karenina” is the people's educator, psychologist, classic novelist, philosopher and Russian writer L. N. Tolstoy. The beginning of his literary activity dates back to 1852. It was then that his autobiographical story “Childhood” was published. This was the first part of a trilogy. Somewhat later, the works “Adolescence” and “Youth” appeared.

Another of the most famous works of L. N. Tolstoy is the epic novel “War and Peace”. The reason for writing the work was the Sevastopol and Caucasian events. The novel describes a military campaign and family chronicles unfolding against its background. This work, the main character of which the author considers the people, conveys to the reader the “people's thought.”

L.N. Tolstoy reflected the problems of married life in his next work - the novel Anna Karenina.

The significance of Tolstoy's work

The works of the outstanding Russian writer significantly influenced world literature. Tolstoy's authority during his lifetime was truly irrefutable. After the death of the classic, his popularity grew even more. There is hardly a person who will remain indifferent if he comes across “Anna Karenina” - a novel that tells not only about the fate of a woman. The work vividly describes the history of the country. It also reflects the morality that the life of the very bottom adheres to. The reader is shown the splendor of salons and the poverty of the village. Against the backdrop of this ambiguous Russian life, an extraordinary and bright personality is described, striving for happiness.

The image of a woman in literary works

Representatives of the fair half of humanity often became the heroes of the works of the classics of the past. There are many examples of this. This is Ekaterina from “The Thunderstorm” and Larisa from “Dowry” by the writer Ostrovsky. The image of Nina from Chekhov’s “The Seagull” is vivid. All these women, in the struggle for their happiness, oppose public opinion.

L.N. touched on the same topic in his brilliant work. Tolstoy. Anna Karenina is the image of a special woman. A distinctive feature of the heroine is her belonging to the highest level of society. She seems to have everything. Anna is beautiful, rich and educated. They admire her, her advice is taken into account. However, she is deprived of happiness in her married life and experiences loneliness in her family. Probably, the fate of this woman would have turned out differently if love had reigned in her house.

The main character of the novel

In order to understand why Anna Karenina throws herself under a train at the end of the work, you need to carefully read the work of the great writer. Only understanding the image of this heroine will allow us to draw certain conclusions.
At the beginning of the story, Anna Karenina appears to the reader as an attractive young woman belonging to high society. L. N. Tolstoy describes his heroine as friendly, cheerful and pleasant to talk to. Anna Karenina is an exemplary wife and mother. Most of all she loves her little son. As for the husband, outwardly their relationship is simply exemplary. However, upon closer examination, artificiality and falsehood are noticeable in them. A woman is connected with her husband not by love, but by respect.

Meeting with Vronsky

With her unloved husband, Anna lived in luxury and prosperity. They had a son, Serezhenka. It seems like life is good. However, everything changes radically with a meeting with Vronsky. From this moment on, the image of Anna Karenina undergoes radical changes. The heroine's thirst for love and life awakens.

The emerging new feeling inexorably pulls her towards Vronsky. His strength is such that Anna is simply not able to resist. Anna Karenina appears to the reader as honest, sincere and open. gives an understanding that she is simply not able to live in a false and difficult relationship with her husband. As a result, Anna gives in to the passionate feeling that arises.

Parting

The image of Anna Karenina is contradictory. Confirmation of this lies in her life outside of marriage. According to the heroine, happiness can only be possible when the laws are strictly followed. She tried to start a new life. In this case, the basis was the misfortune of people close to her. Anna feels like a criminal. At the same time, generosity emanates from Karenin. He is ready to forgive his wife everything and save the marriage. However, this high morality of her husband only evokes hatred in Anna.

Through the mouth of his wife, the author compares Karenin to an evil and soulless machine. He checks all his feelings against the norms of the law, which are established by the church and the state. Undoubtedly, he suffers from the fact that his wife cheated on him. However, he does it in a unique way. He just wants to shake off the “dirt” with which Anna “spattered” him and calmly continue his work. The basis of his feelings is not heartfelt experiences, but a cold mind. Karenin's rationality allows him to find a path of cruel punishment for Anna. He separates her from her son. The heroine is faced with a choice. And she goes to Vronsky. However, this path turned out to be disastrous for her. He led her to the abyss, and this can explain the fact that Anna Karenina threw herself under a train.

The second main character of the work “Anna Karenina”

Alexey Vronsky is a brilliant representative of the highest circles of Russia of the period described in the novel. He is handsome, rich and well connected. Adjutant Vronsky is kind and sweet by nature. He is smart and educated. The lifestyle of the novel's protagonist is typical of a young aristocrat of that time. He serves in the guards regiment. His expenses per year amount to 45,000 rubles.

Vronsky, who shares the habits and views of the aristocratic environment, is loved by his comrades. After meeting Anna, the young man reconsiders his life. He understands that he is obliged to change her usual way of life. Vronsky sacrifices freedom and ambition. He resigns and, having parted with his usual secular environment, is looking for new paths in life. The restructuring of his worldview did not allow him to gain satisfaction and peace of mind.

Life with Vronsky

Why does Anna Karenina throw herself under a train at the end of the novel, because fate connected her with a wonderful young man, giving her a sincere and deep feeling? Despite the fact that love has come to the main character, after leaving her husband, the woman cannot find peace.

Neither Vronsky’s deep feeling for her, nor the little daughter who was born, nor entertainment and trips bring her peace. Anna's mental discord is further aggravated by separation from her son. Society doesn't understand her. Her friends turn away from her. Over time, Anna increasingly comes to realize the depth of her misfortune. The character of the heroine changes. She becomes suspicious and irritable. As a sedative, Anna begins to take morphine, which further intensifies the feelings that arise. The woman begins to be jealous of Vronsky without any reason. She feels dependent on his desires and love. However, Anna understands perfectly well that because of her, Vronsky gave up many important things in life. That is why she seeks to replace his entire world with herself. Gradually, it becomes more and more difficult to unravel the tangle, and thoughts of death begin to come to the heroine. And this is in order to stop being guilty, shifting the feeling that has arisen onto Vronsky, while simultaneously freeing herself. All this will serve as an answer to the question: “Why does Anna Karenina throw herself under a train?”

Tragedy

In the image of the main character of his novel, Tolstoy showed a spontaneous and integral woman who lives by feeling. However, it would be wrong to explain the entire tragedy of fate and situation only by her nature. It is located much deeper, because it was the social environment that became the reason that Anna Karenina felt the alienation of society.

The characterization of the image of the main character indicates that she is only concerned about personal problems - marriage, love and family. The situation that developed in her life after leaving her husband did not suggest a decent way out of the situation. Why does Anna Karenina throw herself under a train? Her desperate step can be explained by the unbearable life that arose due to the rejection of her action by society.

Origins of the tragedy

The difficult fate of women is described in many literary works. She did not escape Pushkin's Tatiana and Turgenev's Elena, Nekrasov's Decembrists and Ostrovsky's heroines. What they have in common with Anna Karenina is the naturalness and sincerity of actions and feelings, purity of thoughts, as well as the deep tragedy of fate. Tolstoy showed the experiences of his heroine to readers most deeply, completely and psychologically subtly.

Anna’s tragedy began not even when she, a married woman, posed a real challenge to society. Dissatisfaction with her fate arose even during the period when she, still a very young girl, was married off to a tsarist official. Anna sincerely tried to create a happy family. However, she failed. Then she began to justify her life with her unloved husband by love for her son. And this is already a tragedy. Being a lively and bright person, Anna for the first time realized what true love is. And it is not surprising that the woman tried to break free from the world that disgusted her. However, in doing so she lost her son.

The heroine's mental anguish

Anna did not want to hide her new life from others. Society was simply shocked. A real wall of alienation has grown around Karenina. Even those who had done much worse in their lives began to condemn her. And Anna could not come to terms with this rejection.

Yes, high society showed its hypocrisy. However, the woman had to realize that she was not in a vacuum. Living in a society, you have to reckon with its laws and orders.

Tolstoy is a wise psychologist. He describes the mental anguish of the heroine of his novel simply amazing. Does the author condemn this woman? No. He suffers and loves with her.