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The convoy stood by the river all day and set off when the sun was setting. Again Yegorushka lay on the bale, the cart quietly creaked and swayed, Panteley walked below, stamping his feet, slapping his thighs and muttering; Steppe music chirped in the air like yesterday. Yegorushka lay on his back and, with his hands under his head, looked up at the sky. He saw how the evening dawn lit up, how it then faded away; guardian angels, covering the horizon with their golden wings, settled down for the night; the day passed safely, a quiet, prosperous night came, and they could sit calmly at home in the sky... Yegorushka saw how little by little the sky darkened and darkness fell to the ground, how the stars lit up one after another. When you look at the deep sky for a long time, without taking your eyes off, then for some reason your thoughts and soul merge into the consciousness of loneliness. You begin to feel irreparably lonely, and everything that you previously considered close and dear becomes infinitely distant and priceless. The stars, looking from the sky for thousands of years, the incomprehensible sky and darkness itself, indifferent to the short life of a person, when you remain with them eye to eye and try to comprehend their meaning, oppress the soul with their silence; the loneliness that awaits each of us in the grave comes to mind, and the essence of life seems desperate, terrible... Yegorushka thought about his grandmother, who was now sleeping in the cemetery under the cherry trees; he remembered how she lay in a coffin with copper coins in front of her eyes, how they then covered her with a lid and lowered her into the grave; He also remembered the dull thud of lumps of earth on the lid... He imagined his grandmother in a cramped and dark coffin, abandoned and helpless by everyone. His imagination pictured how his grandmother suddenly woke up and, not understanding where she was, knocked on the lid, called for help and, in the end, exhausted from horror, died again. He imagined his mother dead, oh. Christopher, Countess Dranitskaya, Solomon. But no matter how hard he tried to imagine himself in a dark grave, far from home, abandoned, helpless and dead, he could not; For himself, he did not allow the possibility of dying and felt that he would never die... And Panteley, for whom it was time to die, walked below and took stock of his thoughts. “Nothing... good gentlemen...” he muttered. - They took the boy to an apprenticeship, but how is he doing, you don’t hear about it... In Slavyanoserbsk, I say, there is no such institution to bring him to great intelligence... No, that’s true... But the boy is good, nothing... When he grows up, he will help his father. You, Yegory, are tiny now, but when you become big, you will feed your father and mother. This is how it is ordained by God... Honor your father and your mother... I myself had children, but they burned... And my wife burned down, and the children... That's right, at Epiphany the hut caught fire at night... Me- I wasn’t at home, I went to Oryol. In Orel... Marya ran out into the street, but remembered that the children were sleeping in the hut, ran back and burned with the children... Yes... The next day, only the bones were found. Around midnight, the carriers and Yegorushka were again sitting around a small fire. While the weeds were burning, Kiryukha and Vasya went to get water somewhere in a ravine; they disappeared into the darkness, but all the time you could hear them clinking buckets and talking; that means the beam was not far away. The light from the fire lay on the ground as a large flickering spot; although the moon was shining, behind the red spot everything seemed impenetrably black. The light was in the eyes of the guides, and they saw only part of the main road; in the darkness, carts with bales and horses were barely noticeable in the form of mountains of indefinite shape. Twenty steps from the fire, on the border of the road with the field, there stood a wooden grave cross, askew to the side. Yegorushka, when the fire was not yet burning and he could see far away, noticed that exactly the same old, rickety cross stood on the other side of the high road. Returning with water, Kiryukha and Vasya poured a full cauldron and set it on the fire. Styopka, with a jagged spoon in his hands, took his place in the smoke near the cauldron and, looking thoughtfully at the water, began to wait until the foam appeared. Panteley and Emelyan sat next to each other, silent and thinking about something. Dymov lay on his stomach, propping his head on his fists, and looked at the fire; Styopka's shadow jumped over him, causing his handsome face to be covered in darkness, then suddenly to flare up... Kiryukha and Vasya wandered at a distance and collected weeds and birch bark for the fire. Yegorushka, with his hands in his pockets, stood near Pantelei and watched as the fire ate grass Everyone was resting, thinking about something, glancing briefly at the cross, on which red spots were jumping. There is something sad, dreamy and highly poetic in a lonely grave... You can hear it being silent, and in this silence you can feel the presence of the soul of an unknown person lying under the cross. Is it good for this soul in the steppe? Doesn't she feel sad on a moonlit night? And the steppe near the grave seems sad, dull and thoughtful, the grass is sadder and it seems that the blacksmiths are shouting more restrained... And there is not a passerby who would not remember the lonely soul and would not look back at the grave until it is left far behind and will not be covered in darkness... - Grandfather, why is there a cross? - asked Yegorushka. Panteley looked at the cross, then at Dymov and asked: - Mikola, is this not the place where the mowers killed the merchants? Dymov reluctantly raised himself on his elbow, looked at the road and answered:- It's the most... There was silence. Kiryukha crackled the dry grass, crushed it into a ball and put it under the cauldron. The fire flared brighter; Styopka was doused with black smoke, and in the darkness the shadow of a cross ran along the road near the carts. “Yes, they killed...” Dymov said reluctantly. — Merchants, father and son, were on their way to sell images. We stopped nearby at an inn that Ignat Fomin now runs. The old man drank too much and began to boast that he had a lot of money with him. Merchants, it is known, are a boastful people, God forbid... They cannot resist showing themselves in front of our brother at their best. And at that time the mowers spent the night at the inn. Well, they heard this, like the merchant boasting, and took it into account. - Oh, Lord... mistress! - Panteley sighed. “The next day, just before dawn,” continued Dymov, “the merchants got ready to set off on the road, and the mowers got involved with them.” “Let's go, Your Excellency, together. It’s more fun, and there’s less danger, because this is a remote place...” The merchants, so as not to hit the icons, rode at a walk, and this plays into the hands of the mowers... Dymov knelt down and stretched. “Yes,” he continued, yawning. “Everything was fine, but as soon as the merchants reached this place, mowers and let’s clean them with scythes.” The son, he was a good fellow, grabbed the scythe from one and started cleaning it too... Well, of course, they prevailed, because there were eight of them. They cut up the merchants so that there was no living space left on their bodies; They finished their job and pulled both of them off the road, the father to one side and the son to the other. Opposite this cross on the other side there is another cross... I don’t know whether it’s intact... You can’t see it from here. “It’s intact,” said Kiryukha. “They say they found little money later.” “Not enough,” confirmed Panteley. — We found a hundred rubles. “Yes, but three of them later died, because the merchant also cut them painfully with his scythe... They bled.” The merchant cut off the hand of one, so they say he ran for four miles without his hand and was found on a hillock near Kurikov. He was sitting on his haunches, he put his head on his knees, as if deep in thought, and they looked - there was no soul in him, he was dead... “They found him based on a blood trail...” said Panteley. Everyone looked at the cross, and silence fell again. From somewhere, probably from the ravine, came the sad cry of a bird: “I’m sleeping! I'm sleeping! I’m sleeping!..” “There are a lot of evil people in the world,” said Emelyan. - Lots and lots! - Panteley confirmed and moved closer to the fire with an expression as if he was feeling terrified. “A lot,” he continued in a low voice. “I’ve seen them in my lifetime, apparently and invisibly... Evil people... I’ve seen a lot of saints and righteous people, but I can’t count the sinners... Save and have mercy, Queen of Heaven... I remember once, about thirty years ago, and maybe more, I was carrying a merchant from Morshansk. The merchant was nice, distinguished, and had money... a merchant... A good man, nothing... So, we were driving along and stopped to spend the night in an inn. And in Russia, inns are not like in this region. There are covered courtyards in the style of bases, or, say, like Clunies in good economies. Only the hooks will be higher. Well, we stopped and wow. My merchant is in his room, I’m with the horses, and everything is as it should be. So, brothers, I prayed to God, so that I could sleep, and went to walk around the yard. And the night was dark, you couldn’t see it even if you didn’t look at all. I walked a little bit, about as far as the carts, and I saw that the fire was breaking out. What kind of parable? It seems that the owners had gone to bed long ago, and there were no other guests besides me and the merchant... Where would the fire come from? I was overcome by doubt... I came closer... to the fire... Lord, have mercy and save me, Queen of Heaven! I looked, and right next to the ground there was a little window with bars... in the house... I lay down on the ground and looked; As soon as I looked, frost began to spread all over my body... Kiryukha, trying not to make any noise, shoved a bunch of weeds into the fire. After waiting until the weeds stopped crackling and hissing, the old man continued. - I looked there, and there was a basement, so big, dark and cramped... A flashlight was burning on the barrel. In the middle of the basement, about ten people in red shirts are standing, their sleeves are rolled up and their long knives are sharpening... Hey! Well, that means we ended up in a gang of robbers... What can we do here? I ran to the merchant, woke him up slowly and said: “You, I say, merchant, don’t be alarmed, but our business is bad... We, I say, have ended up in a robber’s nest.” He changed his face and asked: “What are we going to do now, Panteley? I have a lot of orphan money with me... As for my soul, he says, the Lord God wills me, I’m not afraid to die, but, he says, it’s scary to waste orphan money...” What do you want me to do here? The gates are locked, there is nowhere to go or get out... If there is a fence, you can climb over the fence, otherwise it’s a covered yard!.. - “Well, I say, merchant, don’t be scared, but pray to God. Maybe God won’t want to hurt orphans. Stay, I say, and don’t show it, and in the meantime, maybe I’ll come up with something...” Okay... I prayed to God, and God gave me some insight... I climbed onto my tarantass and quietly... quietly, so that no one would hear, he began to peel off the straw in the eaves, made a hole and crawled out. Outside... Then I jumped from the roof and ran along the road as fast as I could. I ran, I ran, I was tortured to death... Maybe I ran five miles in one breath, or even more... Thank God, I see there is a village. I ran up to the hut and began knocking on the window. “Orthodox, I say, this way and that, they say, don’t let the Christian soul be ruined...” I prompted everyone... The men gathered and came with me... Some with a rope, some with a club, some with a pitchfork... We broke this is the gate to the inn and now to the basement... And the robbers had already sharpened their knives and were about to cut the merchant. The men took them all as they were, bandaged them and took them to the authorities. To celebrate, the merchant donated three hundred rubles to them, and gave me five foreheads and wrote down my name in his memory. They say that later they found human bones in the basement, apparently or invisibly. The bones... They robbed the people, and then buried them so that there would be no traces... Well, then they were punished in Morshansk through executioners. Panteley finished his story and looked around at his listeners. They were silent and looked at him. The water was already boiling, and Styopka was skimming off the foam. - Is the lard ready? - Kiryukha asked him in a whisper. - Wait a little... Now. Styopka, without taking his eyes off Pantelei and as if afraid that he would start telling the story without him, ran to the carts; Soon he returned with a small wooden cup and began to grind lard in it. “I was traveling another time, too, with a merchant...” Panteley continued, still in a low voice and without blinking his eyes. — His name, as I remember now, was Pyotr Grigoryich. He was a good man... a merchant... We stopped in the same manner at an inn... He is in a room, I am with the horses... The owners, husband and wife, the people seemed good, kind, the workers also seemed nothing, but, brothers, I can’t sleep, my heart feels it! He smells it, and it’s a coven. And the gates are open, and there are a lot of people around, but everything seems scary, uneasy. Everyone has long fallen asleep, it’s already night, we have to get up soon, and I’m the only one lying in my tent and not closing my eyes, like some kind of owl. Only, brothers, this is what I hear: stupid! stupid! stupid! Someone is sneaking towards the tent. I poke my head out and look - there’s a woman standing in just a shirt, barefoot... - “What do you want, I say, a butterfly?” And she’s shaking all over, that’s it, she doesn’t have a face... “Get up,” she says, “good man!” Trouble... The owners have a daring plan... They want to kill your merchant. She herself, she says, heard how the owner and the hostess were whispering...” Well, no wonder my heart ached! - “Who are you?” - I ask. - “And I, he says, am their cook...” Okay... I got out of the wagon and went to the merchant. I woke him up and said: “So and so, I say, Pyotr Grigoryich, the matter is not entirely clear... You, your lordship, will have time to get some sleep, and now, while you have time, get dressed, I say, and I’ll get you healthy and away from sin... “He had just begun to get dressed when the door opened, and hello... I look - mother is the queen! - the owner and the hostess and three workers come into our room... This means that the workers were also persuaded... The merchant has a lot of money, so, they say, we’ll divide it... All five of them have a long knife in their hands... By a knife... The owner locked the door and said: “Pray, passers-by, to God... And if, he says, you start screaming, then we won’t let you pray before you die...” Where can you shout? Our throats were filled with fear, there was no time to scream here... The merchant began to cry and said: “Orthodox! You, he says, decided to kill me because you were flattered by my money. So be it, I’m not the first, I’m not the last; a lot of our merchant brother has been slaughtered at the inns. But why, he says, Orthodox brothers, should they kill my cab driver? Why does he need to suffer for my money?” And it’s so pitiful to say that! And the owner said to him: “If,” he says, we leave him alive, then he will be the first to prove it against us. It doesn’t matter, he says whether to kill one or two. Seven troubles, one answer... Pray to God, that’s all here, but there’s nothing to talk about!” The merchant and I knelt down next to each other, cried and prayed to God. He remembers his children, I was still young at that time, I wanted to live... We look at the icons, pray, and so pitifully that even now a tear comes... And the owner, a woman, looks at us and says: “ “You, he says, are good people, don’t remember us in the next world and don’t pray to God on our head, because we do this out of need.” We prayed, prayed, cried, cried, but God heard us. He took pity, that means... Just when the merchant’s owner grabbed the merchant’s beard, so as to slash his neck with a knife, suddenly someone knocked on the window from the yard! We all sat down, and the owner’s hands dropped... Someone knocked on the window and shouted: “Peter Grigoryich, he’s shouting, are you here? Get ready, let's go! " The owners saw that they had come for the merchant, they were scared and God bless their legs... And we quickly went to the yard, harnessed them and - they only saw us... - Who knocked on the window? - asked Dymov. - Through the window? Must be a saint of God or an angel. Because there is no one... When we left the yard, there was not a single person on the street... God's work! Panteley told one more thing, and in all his stories “long knives” played the same role and the sense of fiction was equally felt. Did he hear these stories from someone else, or did he make them up himself in the distant past and then, when his memory weakened, mixed his experiences with fiction and ceased to be able to distinguish one from the other? Anything can happen, but the strange thing is that now and throughout the journey, when he had to talk, he gave a clear preference to fiction and never talked about what he had experienced. Now Yegorushka took everything at face value and believed every word, but later it seemed strange to him that a man who had traveled all over Russia in his lifetime, who had seen and knew a lot, a man whose wife and children were burned to death, devalued his rich life to the point that Every time, sitting by the fire, he was either silent, or talked about something that did not happen. Over the porridge, everyone was silent and thought about what they had just heard. Life is terrible and wonderful, and therefore no matter what terrible story you tell in Rus', no matter how you decorate it with robbers’ nests, long knives and miracles, it will always resonate in the soul of the listener with reality, and only a person who has been very experienced in reading and writing will look askance in disbelief, and then he will remain silent. The cross by the road, the dark bales, the space and fate of the people gathered around the fire - all this in itself was so wonderful and scary that the fantastic nature of the fable or fairy tale paled and merged with life. Everyone ate from the cauldron, but Panteley sat aside and ate porridge from a wooden cup. His spoon was not the same as everyone else’s, but cypress and with a cross. Yegorushka, looking at him, remembered the lamp glass and asked Styopka quietly: - Why is grandfather sitting especially? “He is of the old faith,” Styopka and Vasya answered in a whisper, and at the same time they looked as if they were talking about weakness or a secret vice. Everyone was silent and thinking. After the terrible stories, I didn’t want to talk about what was ordinary. Suddenly, amid the silence, Vasya straightened up and, fixing his dull eyes on one point, pricked up his ears. - What's happened? - Dymov asked him. “Some man is coming,” answered Vasya. - Where do you see him? - Oh, he is! It's turning white a little... Where Vasya was looking, nothing was visible except darkness; everyone listened, but no steps were heard. - Is he walking along the road? - asked Dymov. - No, in the field... This is where he goes. A minute passed in silence. “Or maybe it’s the merchant who is buried here walking in the steppe,” said Dymov. Everyone glanced sideways at the cross, looked at each other and suddenly laughed; I felt ashamed of my fear. - Why does he need to go for a walk? - said Panteley. “It’s only those who walk at night whom the earth does not accept.” But the merchants did nothing... The merchants accepted the crown of martyrdom... But then steps were heard. Someone was walking hastily. “He’s carrying something,” said Vasya. It became possible to hear the rustling of grass and the crackling of weeds under the feet of the walker, but no one was visible behind the light of the fire. Finally, footsteps were heard nearby, someone coughed; The flickering light seemed to part, the curtain fell from the eyes, and the guides suddenly saw a man in front of them. Whether the fire flickered like that, or because everyone wanted to see first of all the face of this man, but it was strange that when everyone first looked at him, they saw first of all not his face, not his clothes, but his smile. It was an unusually kind smile, wide and soft, like that of an awakened child, one of those infectious smiles that are hard not to respond with a smile too. The stranger, when they saw him, turned out to be a man of about thirty, ugly in appearance and not remarkable in any way. He was a tall crest, long-nosed, long-armed and long-legged; In general, everything about him seemed long and only one neck was so short that it made him stoop. He was dressed in a clean white shirt with an embroidered collar, white trousers and new boots, and in comparison with the carriers he seemed a dandy. In his hands he was holding something large, white and, at first glance, strange, and from behind his shoulder the barrel of a gun, also long, was peeking out. Having emerged from the darkness into the circle of light, he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the guides for half a minute as if he wanted to say: “Look at my smile!” Then he stepped towards the fire, smiled even brighter and said: - Bread and salt, brothers! - Welcome! - was responsible for all Pantels. The stranger put what he was holding in his hands near the fire - it was a dead wood - and greeted him again. Everyone approached the tree and began to examine it. - Important bird! What are you doing to her? - asked Dymov. - Buckshot... You can’t get it with shot, it won’t let you in... Buy it, brothers! I'd give it to you for two kopecks. - What do we need it for? It's good fried, but boiled, I'm guessing it's tough - you can't bite it... - Oh, what a shame! If I could take it to the gentlemen to save money, they would give me fifty dollars, but far away - fifteen miles! The unknown man sat down, took off his gun and put it next to him. He seemed sleepy, languid, smiled, squinted from the fire and, apparently, was thinking about something very pleasant. They gave him a spoon. He began to eat. - Who are you? - Dymov asked him. The stranger did not hear the question; he did not answer and did not even look at Dymov. Probably this smiling man did not even feel the taste of the porridge, because he chewed somehow mechanically, lazily, bringing a spoon to his mouth, sometimes very full, sometimes completely empty. He was not drunk, but something crazy was wandering around in his head. “I’m asking you: who are you?” - Dymov repeated. - Me? - the unknown person perked up. — Konstantin Zvonyk, from Rivne. It's about four miles from here. And, wanting to show at first that he was not a man like everyone else, but better, Konstantin hastened to add: — We keep an apiary and feed the pigs. - Do you live with your father, or do you live on your own? - No, now I live on my own. Separated. This month after Peter's day he got married. Married now!.. Today is the eighteenth day since it became legal. - Good job! - said Panteley. - My wife is okay... God blessed it... “The young woman is sleeping at home, and he’s wandering around the steppe,” Kiryukha laughed. - Oddball! Konstantin, as if he had been pinched right where he was, perked up, laughed, flushed... - Yes, Lord, she’s not at home! - he said, quickly taking the spoon out of his mouth and looking at everyone with joy and surprise. - No! I went to my mother for two days! By God, she went, and I’m like an unmarried... Konstantin waved his hand and shook his head; he wanted to continue thinking, but the joy with which his face shone prevented him. He, as if it was uncomfortable for him to sit, took a different position, laughed and waved his hand again. I was ashamed to reveal my pleasant thoughts to strangers, but at the same time I irrepressibly wanted to share my joy. - I went to Demidovo to see my mother! - he said, blushing and moving the gun to another place. “He’ll be back tomorrow... She said she’ll be back by lunchtime.” -Are you bored? - asked Dymov. - Yes, Lord, what about it? It’s been a week since I got married, and she left... Eh? Oh, yes, I'm in trouble, God punish me! There is such a good and nice girl, such a laugher and a singer, that she’s just pure gunpowder! With her my head is spinning, but without her it’s like I’ve lost something, like a fool I walk on the steppe. I've been walking around since lunch, even though I'm on guard. Konstantin rubbed his eyes, looked at the fire and laughed. “You love, that means...” said Panteley. “There’s such a good and nice lady there,” Konstantin repeated, not listening, “such a housewife, smart and reasonable, that you can’t find another like her from a simple rank in the whole province.” She left... But she’s bored, I know! I know, magpie! She said that she would be back tomorrow for lunch... But what a story! - Konstantin almost shouted, suddenly taking his tone higher and changing his position, “now she loves and misses me, but she didn’t want to marry me!” - Yes, you eat! - said Kiryukha. - She didn’t want to marry me! - Konstantin continued without listening. - I fought with her for three years! I saw her at a fair in Kalachik, I fell in love with her to death, even if I could climb to hell... I am in Rovny, she is in Demidov, twenty-five miles from each other, and there is no way for me. I send matchmakers to her, but she: I don’t want to! Oh, you magpie! I don’t want her this way and that, and earrings, and gingerbread, and half a pound of honey! Here you go. If you think about it, what kind of match am I for her? She is young, beautiful, with gunpowder, and I am old, will soon be thirty years old, and very handsome: a full beard - like a nail, a clean face - all covered in bumps. How can I compare with her! It’s just that we live richly, but they, the Vakhramenki, live well too. They keep three pairs of oxen and two workers. I fell in love, brothers, and went crazy... I don’t sleep, I don’t eat, there are thoughts in my head and such a dope that God forbid! I want to see her, but she’s in Demidov... So what do you think? God punish me, I’m not lying, I went there on foot three times a week to look at her. I quit! It was such an eclipse that he even wanted to be hired as a worker in Demidov, so that he could be closer to her. I'm exhausted! The mother called the healer, the father began to beat him ten times. Well, I’ve been stuck for three years and I’ve already decided: if you’re anathema three times, I’ll go to the city and become a cab driver... So, no luck! I went to Demidovo for the Holy Day to look at her one last time... Konstantin threw his head back and burst into such a small, cheerful laugh, as if he had just very cunningly deceived someone. “I see she’s with the boys near the river,” he continued. - Evil took over me... I called her aside and, maybe for a whole hour, I said different words to her... I fell in love! I didn’t love you for three years, but I fell in love with your words! - What words? - asked Dymov. - Words? And I don’t remember... Do you remember anything? Then, like water from a gutter, without a break: ta-ta-ta-ta! And now I won’t utter a single word like that... Well, she went for me... Now, magpie, she went to her mother, and here I am without her on the steppe. I can't sit at home. No my urine! Konstantin clumsily pulled his legs out from under him, stretched out on the ground and propped his head on his fists, then stood up and sat down again. Everyone now understood perfectly well that he was a man in love and happy, happy to the point of melancholy; his smile, eyes and every movement expressed languid happiness. He could not find a place for himself and did not know what position to take and what to do so as not to be exhausted by the abundance of pleasant thoughts. Having poured out his soul to strangers, he finally sat down calmly and, looking at the fire, thought. At the sight of a happy person, everyone became bored and wanted happiness too. Everyone thought about it. Dymov got up, walked quietly around the fire and, from his gait, from the movement of his shoulder blades, it was clear that he was languishing and bored. He stood, looked at Konstantin and sat down. And the fire had already gone out. The light no longer flickered and the red spot narrowed, dimmed... And the sooner the fire burned out, the more visible the moonlit night became. Now you could see the road in its entire width, bales, shafts, chewing horses; on the other side another cross loomed vaguely... Dymov rested his cheek on his hand and quietly sang some pitiful song. Konstantin smiled sleepily and said to him in a thin voice. They sang for half a minute and then fell silent... Emelyan perked up, moved his elbows and wiggled his fingers. “Brothers,” he said pleadingly. - Let's sing something divine! Tears welled up in his eyes. - Brothers! - he repeated, pressing his hand to his heart. - Let's sing something divine! “I don’t know how,” said Konstantin. Everyone refused; then Emelyan began to sing himself. He waved both hands, nodded his head, opened his mouth, but only a hoarse, soundless breath escaped from his throat. He sang with his hands, his head, his eyes, and even his bump, he sang passionately and with pain, and the more he strained his chest to wrest at least one note from it, the more silent his breathing became... Yegorushka, like everyone else, was overcome by boredom. He went to his cart, climbed onto the bale and lay down. He looked at the sky and thought about happy Konstantin and his wife. Why do people get married? What are women for in this world? Yegorushka asked himself vague questions and thought that it was probably good for a man if an affectionate, cheerful and beautiful woman always lived near him. For some reason Countess Dranitskaya came to his mind, and he thought that it would probably be very pleasant to live with such a woman; he would probably gladly marry her if it weren’t so embarrassing. He remembered her eyebrows, pupils, the carriage, the watch with the rider... The quiet, warm night descended on him and whispered something in his ear, and it seemed to him that it was that beautiful woman leaning towards him, looking at him with a smile and wants to kiss... All that remained from the fire were two small red eyes, which became smaller and smaller. The guides and Konstantin sat near them, dark, motionless, and it seemed that there were now much more of them than before. Both crosses were equally visible, and far, far away, somewhere on the high road, a red light was shining - also, probably, someone was cooking porridge. “Our mother Rasia to the whole world ha-la-va!” - Kiryukha suddenly sang in a wild voice, choked and fell silent. The steppe echo picked up his voice, carried him away, and it seemed that stupidity itself was rolling across the steppe on heavy wheels. - Time to go! - said Panteley. - Get up, guys. While they were harnessing, Konstantin walked around the cart admiring his wife. - Goodbye, brothers! - he shouted when the convoy started moving. - Thank you for the bread and salt! And I'll go to the fire again. No my urine! And he soon disappeared into the darkness, and for a long time he could be heard walking to where the light was shining to tell strangers about his happiness. When Yegorushka woke up the next day, it was early morning; the sun had not yet risen. The convoy was standing. Some man in a white cap and a suit made of cheap gray material, sitting on a Cossack stallion, at the very front of the cart, was talking about something with Dymov and Kiryukha. Ahead, about two miles from the convoy, whitened long, low barns and houses with tiled roofs; There were no yards or trees visible near the houses. - Grandfather, what village is this? - asked Yegorushka. “These, young man, are Armenian farms,” answered Panteley. - Armenians live here. People are fine... Armenians. The man in gray finished talking to Dymov and Kiryukha, reined in his stallion and looked at the farmstead. - What a deal, just think! - Panteley sighed, also looking at the farmsteads and shaking from the morning freshness. “He sent a man to the farm for some paper, but he didn’t come... He should send Styopka!” - Grandfather, who is this? - asked Yegorushka.- Varlamov. My God! Yegorushka quickly jumped up, knelt down and looked at the white cap. In the short gray man, shod with big boots, sitting on an ugly horse and talking with men at a time when all decent people were sleeping, it was difficult to recognize the mysterious, elusive Varlamov, whom everyone is looking for, who is always “circling” and has much more money than Countess Dranitskaya. “Nothing, good man...” said Panteley, looking at the farmstead. - God bless you, glorious gentleman... Varlamov, Semyon Alexandrych... The earth rests on such people, brother. That's true... The roosters aren't crowing yet, but he's already on his feet... Another would be sleeping or at home with guests, tara-bars-rastabars, but he's dancing all day long... Spinning... This one won't miss the job. .. No-no! This is a good guy... Varlamov did not take his eyes off the farm and was talking about something; The stallion shifted impatiently from foot to foot. “Semyon Alexandrych,” shouted Panteley, taking off his hat, “let me send Styopka!” Emelyan, shout to send Styopka! But finally, the horseman separated from the farm. Heeling strongly to one side and waving his whip above his head, as if jigging and wanting to surprise everyone with his bold ride, he flew towards the convoy with the speed of a bird. “This must be his handler,” said Panteley. “He has about a hundred people, maybe a hundred people, or even more.” Having caught up with the front cart, the rider reined in his horse and, taking off his hat, handed Varlamov some kind of book. Varlamov took out several pieces of paper from the book, read them and shouted: - Where is Ivanchuk’s note? The horseman took back the book, looked at the papers and shrugged his shoulders; he began to talk about something, probably made excuses and asked permission to go to the farmsteads again. The stallion suddenly moved as if Varlamov had become heavier. Varlamov also moved. - Go away! - he shouted angrily and swung his whip at the horseman. Then he turned his horse back and, looking at the papers in the book, rode at a pace along the convoy. As he drove up to the rear cart, Yegorushka strained his vision to get a better look at him. Varlamov was already old. His face with a small gray beard, a simple, Russian, tanned face, was red, wet with dew and covered with blue veins; it expressed the same businesslike dryness as Ivan Ivanovich’s face, the same business fanaticism. But still, what a difference Ivan Ivanovich felt between them! Along with his businesslike dryness, Uncle Kuzmichov always had on his face concern and fear that he would not find Varlamov, would be late, would miss a good price; nothing of the sort, characteristic of small and dependent people, was noticeable either on Varlamov’s face or figure. This man created prices himself, did not look for anyone and did not depend on anyone; no matter how ordinary his appearance was, in everything, even in the manner of holding the whip, one could feel the consciousness of strength and habitual power over the steppe. Driving past Yegorushka, he did not look at him; Only the stallion honored Yegorushka with his attention and looked at him with big, stupid eyes, and even then indifferently. Panteley bowed to Varlamov; he noticed this and, without taking his eyes off the pieces of paper, said with a burr: - Hello, stagik! Varlamov’s conversation with the horseman and the swing of the whip apparently made a depressing impression on the entire convoy. Everyone had serious faces. The horseman, discouraged by the anger of the strong man, without a hat, with his reins down, stood at the front cart, silent and as if he did not believe that the day had begun so badly for him. “Cool old man...” muttered Panteley. - Damn, what a cool guy! But it’s okay, a good man... He won’t offend you for nothing... Nothing... After examining the papers, Varlamov put the book in his pocket; The stallion, as if understanding his thoughts, without waiting for an order, shuddered and rushed along the high road.

Complex sentences with several subordinate clauses can be divided into three main groups: with homogeneous, heterogeneous (parallel) and sequential subordination.

1. Complex sentences with homogeneous subordination:

all subordinate clauses refer to the same main sentence or to the same word in the main sentence (if the subordinate clauses do not extend the entire main sentence, but one of its words);

subordinate clauses answer the same question, that is, they are subordinate clauses of the same type;

subordinate clauses are connected with each other using coordinating conjunctions or without conjunctions (with the meaning of enumeration), just as homogeneous members are connected with each other.

boys, quiet,lookedafter the truck, / 1 Bye That didn't leavebehind the crossroads, / 2 Bye didn't dissipatethe dust he raised, / 3 Bye himself didn't become a clubdust/ 4 (Zhukhovitsky).

1 , (Bye– conjunction) 2 , ( Bye– conjunction) 3 , ( Bye– union 4.

Complex sentence; consists of four simple sentences; the first is the main thing, the rest are subordinate clauses. Subordinate clauses refer to the same main clause and answer the same question - How long? Each subordinate clause is connected with the main conjunction Bye. These are homogeneous subordinate clauses.

The vertical scheme (a scheme that reflects not the arrangement of simple sentences within a complex one, but their dependence) will be as follows:

1
↓
(Bye– conjunction) 2 , ( Bye– conjunction) 3 , ( Bye– union) 4

My father told me / 1 that he had never seen such bread / 2 And / that this year's harvest is excellent / 3 (Aksakov).

[ch.] 1, ( What– conjunction) 2 and ( What– union) 3 .

Complex sentence; consists of three simple sentences; the first is the main thing, the rest are additional clauses. Subordinate clauses refer to one word (predicate said, expressed by a verb) in the main clause, answer the same question - What? Each subordinate clause is connected with the main conjunction What. Subordinate clauses are connected to each other by a connecting conjunction And. These are homogeneous subordinate clauses.

The vertical diagram of a complex sentence will be as follows:

1
↓
(What– union) 2 And (What– union) 3

Note!

1) If homogeneous subordinate clauses are attached to the main clause by the same conjunction, then this conjunction may be omitted in one or more subordinate clauses (but the conjunction is easy to restore).

Wed: Shatsky saw, / 1 Howlastboat came backto the ship / 2 And / sailorsfor a long time, interfering with each other, pulled upit on the hoists/ 3 (Paustovsky). – Shatsky saw, / 1 Howlastboat came backto the ship / 2 And / How sailorsfor a long time, interfering with each other, pulled upit on the hoists / 3 .

2) If homogeneous clauses are connected by a single connecting or disjunctive conjunction ( and, yes in the meaning of “and”, or, or), then there is no comma between subordinate clauses.

Fathermysaidto me,What He never seensuch breadsSo whatthis yearharvest great(Aksakov); Hedecisivelystated, What We mustimmediatelyclean upfrom his houseor He will causepolice(Grigoriev) - union that before the second clause is omitted, but can be restored ( Hedecisivelystated, What We mustimmediatelyclean upfrom his houseor what He will causepolice).

3) For repeated coordinating conjunctions, a comma is placed between homogeneous subordinate clauses.

While in the hospital, He remembered, How fascists attackedon them suddenly And How They found themselves surrounded , And Howsquadmanaged to get through to their own.

4) Unions whether... or are considered to be repetitive (in which case or can be replaced li), and homogeneous subordinate clauses connected by these conjunctions are separated by a comma.

Wed: It was hard to understand, was whether Thatsomewherefire, orsamewas about to rise moon(Chekhov). – It was hard to understand, was whether Thatsomewherefire, was going to whether sprout moon.

2. Complex sentences with heterogeneous (parallel) subordination:

all subordinate clauses refer to the same main clause;

subordinate clauses answer different questions, that is, they are different types of subordinate clauses.

Subordinate clauses that have the same meaning but refer to different words in the common main clause will also be heterogeneous (parallel).

/ 1 Yegorushka strained his vision, / 2 / 3 (Chekhov).

(When– conjunction) 1 , 2 , ( to– union) 3 .

A complex sentence consists of three simple ones; The second sentence is main, the first and third are subordinate clauses. Subordinate clauses relate to the same main clause, but answer different questions (cf.: [When?] As he pulled into the backyard, / 1 Yegorushka strained his vision / 2 ; Yegorushka strained his vision[why?], / 2 to get a better look at it/ 3). These are different types of clauses: when he pulled up to the backyard– subordinate tense; to get a better look at it– subordinate clause of the goal.

2
↓ ↓
(When– union) 1 ( to– union) 3

The environment must be carefully taken into account / 1 in which a poetic work develops, / 2 / 3 (Mayakovsky).

[noun] 1, ( wherein– union. next) 2 , ( to– union) 3 .

A complex sentence consists of three simple ones; The first sentence is the main one, the second and third are subordinate clauses. Subordinate clauses refer to one main clause, but the first subordinate clause (second simple clause) refers to one word - environment, expressed by a noun; the second subordinate clause (third simple clause) refers to the entire main clause. Subordinate clauses answer different questions (cf.: The environment must be taken into account[which?], / 1 in which the poetic work develops, / 2; The environment must be taken into account[why?], / 1 so that a word alien to this environment does not appear by chance / 3). These are different types of clauses: in which a poetic work develops– subordinate clause; so that a word alien to this environment does not appear accidentally– subordinate clause of the goal.

The vertical diagram of the proposal will be as follows:

[noun ] 1
↓ ↓
(wherein– union. next) 2 ( to– union) 3

I asked him, / 1 why did he go so far from fanza, / 2 and said, / 1 that you were worried about him/ 3 (Arsenyev).

[ ch., ( Why– union. next) 2, ch.] 1, ( What– union) 3 .

A complex sentence consists of three simple ones; The first sentence is the main one, the second and third are subordinate clauses. Subordinate clauses relate to one main clause and answer questions of indirect cases (cf.: I asked him[about what?], / 1 why did he go so far away from fanza / 2 ; I asked him and said[what?], / 1 that you were worried about him/ 3). These are the same types of clauses - additional clauses. But these subordinate clauses refer to different words within the main sentence: the first subordinate clause (second simple sentence) refers to the predicate asked expressed by a verb; the second subordinate clause (third simple sentence) refers to the predicate said, also expressed by a verb. Therefore, these subordinate clauses are heterogeneous (parallel).

The vertical diagram of the proposal will be as follows:

[Ch. ch.] 1
↓ ↓
(Why– union. next) 2 ( What– union) 3

3. In complex sentences with sequential subordination the main clause is subordinated to one subordinate clause (subordinate clause of the 1st degree), and this subordinate clause is subordinated to another subordinate clause (subordinate clause of the 2nd degree), etc. Thus, the subordinate clause of the 1st degree is the main clause for the subordinate clause of the 2nd degree, etc.

I heard, / 1 how Gaidar cleaned the pot with sand and scolded him for / 2 that his pen fell off/ 3 (Paustovsky).

[ch.] 1, ( How- union ch. + uk. next) 2 , ( What– union) 3 .

A complex sentence consists of three simple ones; The first sentence is the main one, the second and third are subordinate clauses. The subordinate clause of the first degree (the second simple sentence) refers to the first (main) sentence, namely to the predicate heard expressed by a verb; a subordinate clause of the second degree (third simple sentence) refers to a subordinate clause of the first degree (second simple sentence), namely, to the predicate scolded expressed by a verb.

The vertical diagram of the proposal will be as follows:

[ch.] 1
↓
(How- union ch. + uk. next) 2
↓
(What– union) 3

Note!

With sequential subordination, one subordinate clause may appear inside another subordinate clause. At the same time, at the junction of these subordinate clauses, two subordinating conjunctions or a subordinating conjunction and a conjunctive word may appear next to each other.

The maid was an orphan, / 1 which, / 2 to feed / 3 should have entered the service/ 2 (L. Tolstoy).

[noun ] 1 , (which is a conjunction, 2 (so that is a conjunction...), 3 ...) 2 .

[noun ] 1
↓
(which– union. next) 2
↓
(to– union) 3

Nearby are the conjunction word which and the conjunction so. They refer to different subordinate clauses: subordinate clause of the first degree - who was supposed to enter service; subordinate clause of the second degree – to feed. A subordinate clause of the 2nd degree is located inside a subordinate clause of the 1st degree, and a subordinate clause of the 2nd degree can be removed from a complex sentence without damage or placed after a subordinate clause of the 1st degree, cf.: The maid was an orphan who had to enter service; The maid was an orphan who had to enter service in order to feed. Between the conjunction word which and the conjunction so, which belong to different subordinate clauses, there is a comma.

Thus, when two subordinating conjunctions (or a subordinating conjunction and a conjunctive word) meet, comma between them is put, if the removal of the second subordinate clause does not require the restructuring of the entire complex sentence (in this case, the second part of the double conjunction does not follow - then, so, but).

Commaat the junction of two subordinating conjunctions (or a conjunction and a conjunctive word) not placed in the event that the second subordinate clause cannot be removed without changing the entire complex sentence (in this case, what follows is the second part of the double conjunction - then, so, but).

I bet/ 1 what / 2 / 3 That/ 2 (Leskov).

[noun ] 1 , ( What– union 2 ( If– union...), 3 then...) 2 .

[noun ] 1
↓
(What– union) 2
↓
(if... then– union) 3

The main clause in this sentence is: I bet/ 1, as well as two successively connected subordinate clauses: subordinate clause of the 1st degree: something... he'll stay here for three more days/ 2, inside which there is a subordinate clause of the second degree: if you give this to the Duke/ 3 (cf.: I bet that... he will stay here for three more days; he will stay here for three more days if you give this to the Duke). At the junction of subordinate clauses of the 1st degree and the 2nd degree there are two subordinating conjunctions: what and if. However, a comma is not placed between them, since it is impossible to remove a subordinate clause of the second degree without changing the subordinate clause of the first degree, cf.: I bet, / 1 that he will stay here for three more days/ 2 . This is prevented by the second part of the double conditional conjunction if...then, which is in the main clause for the conditional clause - the subordinate clause of the first degree: he will stay here for three more days. If this second part (then) is removed, then at the junction of the conjunctions what and if it will be necessary to put a comma, cf.: I bet/ 1 what, / 2 if you give this to the Duke, / 3 he will stay here for three more days / 2 .

In complex sentences with several subordinate clauses it is possible combinations of connections: there can be both homogeneous and consistent subordination; parallel and serial, etc. Therefore, when analyzing and arranging punctuation marks, one should not strive to immediately draw up a general diagram or immediately place punctuation marks.

The following analysis algorithm seems to be the most optimal:

Establish the total number of simple sentences in a complex sentence, highlighting all grammatical bases.

Highlight all subordinating means of communication (subordinating conjunctions and allied words); Based on this, establish the main clause and subordinate clauses.

For each subordinate clause, establish the main clause, that is, break the complex sentence into pairs: main - subordinate clause.

Construct a vertical diagram of a complex sentence, and on this basis determine the nature of the subordination of subordinate clauses (uniform, parallel, sequential subordination).

Build a horizontal diagram and place punctuation marks on this basis.

The bet is that if your master stays here for three days, then without any excuses you must carry out what I tell you, and if he does not stay, then I will carry out any order you give me. (Leskov).

This complex sentence contains 7 simple sentences:

The bet is / 1 what / 2 if your lord stays here for three days / 3 then you must do it without any excuses / 2 what can I tell you/ 4 a / if he doesn't stay / 5 / 6 which one will you give me/ 7 (Leskov).

1) the bet is;
2) something... you must do it without any excuses;
3) if your master stays here for three days;
4) what will I tell you;
5) if he doesn't stay;
6) then I will carry out any order;
7) which one will you give me?

First sentence ( the bet is) is the main thing, the rest are subordinate clauses. The question is raised only by the sixth simple sentence ( then I will fulfill any order).

This complex sentence can be divided into the following pairs of complex sentences:

1→2: the bet is that... then you must do this without any excuses;
2→3: you must do it without any excuse if your master stays here for three days;
2→4: you must do what I tell you without any excuses;
6→5: I will carry out any order if he doesn't stay;
6→7: I will carry out any order you give me.

It is still difficult to determine what type of sentence the sixth sentence belongs to. In this case, you should pay attention to the coordinating conjunction a. A coordinating conjunction, unlike a subordinating conjunction, in a complex sentence consisting of three or more simple sentences may not appear before the sentence to which it refers. Therefore, it is necessary to find out which simple sentences are connected by this adversative conjunction. To do this, you need to remove all simple sentences, leaving only those that contain opposition. These are sentences 2 and 6, cf.: you must do this without any excuses, and I will carry out any order. But sentence 2 is a subordinate clause. Therefore, sentence 6, connected to sentence 2 by a coordinating conjunction, must also be a subordinate clause. This can be checked by inserting the same conjunction that sentence 2 has, and connecting sentence 6 with the same main one on which sentence 2 depends, cf.: the bet is that I will carry out any order. This means that sentences 2 and 6 are homogeneous subordinate clauses, only the conjunction that in sentence 6 is omitted (1→6).

Based on the data obtained, we can construct a vertical diagram of this complex sentence:

[Ch. + uk. next] 1
↓
(What- union ch. + uk. next) 2, and (– noun + adjective) 6
↓ ↓ ↓ ↓
(if... then– conjunction) 3 ( What– union. next) 4 ( if... then– union) 5 ( which– union. next) 7

Thus, this sentence is complex, in which the subordinate clauses are connected homogeneously (sentences 2 and 6), in parallel (sentences 3 and 4, sentences 5 and 7), and also sequentially (sentences 2 and 3; 2 and 4, 6 and 5, 6 and 7).

To place punctuation marks, it is necessary to mark the boundaries of simple sentences, paying special attention to the possible combination of several conjunctions at the border of sentences, and also to construct a horizontal sentence diagram.

[Ch. + uk. next] 1 , ( What– union ( If– conjunction) 3, That Ch. + uk. next) 2 , ( What– conjunction next) 4, A (If– conjunction) 5 , ( That noun + uk. next) 6 , ( which– union. next) 7 .

This sentence contains a combination of subordinating conjunctions at the junction of clauses 2 and 3 (what if). In addition, the coordinating conjunction a, which refers to sentence 6, comes before sentence 5, forming a combination of conjunctions with the subordinating conjunction if (and if). According to the general rules, they should be separated by commas, but then follows the second part of the double conjunction if... then. It is this second part of the conjunction that does not make it possible to remove conditional clauses without changing the structure of the sentences as a whole, cf.: The bet is that... you must do this without any excuses; otherwise... then I will carry out any order. That is why a comma is not placed at the junction of these conjunctions.

So, the punctuation marks in the sentence should be arranged as follows:

The bet is that if your master stays here for three days, then without any excuses you must do what I tell you, and if he does not stay, then I will carry out any order you give me (Leskov).

Plan for parsing a complex sentence with several subordinate clauses

Indicate the type of complex sentence (complex sentence).

Name the main clause and subordinate clauses (highlight grammatical bases).

Indicate how subordinate clauses are related to the main clause (sequential, parallel, homogeneous subordination).

Parse each subordinate clause according to plan.

Construct vertical and horizontal sentence diagrams.

Sample parsing

A runner participates in the adventures of Baron Munchausen, / 1 which, / 2 so as not to run too fast, / 3 ties pound weights to his feet/ 2 (Soloukhin).

The sentence is complex; consists of three parts; sentence 1 – main; sentences 2 and 3 are subordinate clauses. Subordinate clauses are connected to the main clause sequentially.

The subordinate clause of the first degree (sentence 2) refers to the main one (sentence 1). This is a subordinate clause; it refers to the subject runner, expressed by a noun, means of communication – a conjunction word which; the subordinate clause comes after the main clause.

The second degree clause (sentence 3) refers to the first degree clause (sentence 2). This is a clause of purpose; it relates to everything important, the means of communication is the union to; the subordinate clause stands in the middle of the main clause.

[noun] 1
def. ↓
(which– union. next) 2
goals ↓
(to– union) 3

[noun] 1 , ( which– union. words, ( to– conjunction) 3 ,) 2 .
def. goals

2.48. What type of SPP with several clauses is presented in this sentence?As he drove up to the backyard, Yegorushka strained his vision to get a better look at him. A) SPP with homogeneous subordination; B) SPP with heterogeneous (parallel) subordination;

B) SPP with sequential subordination;

D) SIP with one subordinate clause.

2.49. What type of SPP with several clauses is presented in this sentence?Meresyev saw how Gvozdyev shuddered, how sharply he turned, how his eyes sparkled from under the bandages. 2.50. What type of SPP with several clauses is presented in this sentence?When the door was locked, Arina Petrovna got down to business, about which a family council was convened. A) SPP with homogeneous subordination; B) SPP with heterogeneous (parallel) subordination; B) SPP with sequential subordination; D) SPP with one subordinate clause. 2.51. What type of SPP with several subordinate clauses is presented in this sentence?For a long time, Sintsov could not find out from anyone when the train to Minsk with which he was to depart would leave. A) SPP with homogeneous subordination; B) SPP with heterogeneous (parallel) subordination; B) SPP with sequential subordination; D) SPP with one subordinate clause. 2.52. Specify WBS: A) My voice is weak, but my will does not weaken. B) Snowflakes are falling quietly, and it’s good to keep an eye on each one. B) Marie’s eyes sparkled, but her face was stern and pale. D.) The thought that my life is lost irretrievably chokes me. 2.53. Specify WBS: A) Let sometimes the blue evening whisper to me that you were a song and a dream. B) The thunderstorm has passed, and a branch of white roses breathes its aroma into my window. B) The grass is still full of transparent tears, and thunder rumbles in the distance. D) The damp leaves are burning and bitter smoke is billowing. 2.54. Specify WBS: A) There is no road, and there is no point in looking out for it. B) A damp wind blew across the floor, and the straw rustled. B) I am speaking now in words that are only born once in the soul. D) The young forest is dozing again, and gun smoke hangs like a gray cloud in the still air. 2.55. Specify WBS: A) The snow is still white in the fields, and the waters are noisy in the spring. B) The earth thanks the farmer with harvests for his work. B) At night it was freezing and stars dotted the sky. D) There was no one on the shore, the road was also empty. 2.56. Specify WBS: A) Everything can be said beautifully, but best of all about a good person. B) No one dares to give a good review of his mind, but everyone praises his heart. B) When work is pleasure, life is good.

D) Proverbs and songs are always short, but whole books’ worth of intelligence and feelings are put into them.

2.57. In IBS with several subordinate clauses, indicate the adverbial clause: A)...how much time had to be spent and endured in trifles,... B)...until such a winged hour finally comes,... C)...when we don’t need any techniques and methods, ... G) ... to stay in the air yourself. 2.58. In IPS with several subordinate clauses, indicate the adverbial clause of the purpose:No one knew better than Ivan Ivanovich how much time needed to be spent and endured in trifles, until such a winged hour finally comes when we don’t need any tricks or methods to stay in the air ourselves. A)...how much time had to be spent and endured in trifles,... B)... such a winged hour will finally not come,... C)...when we don’t need any tricks and methods. .. G)... to stay in the air yourself. 2.59. In IPS with several subordinate clauses, indicate the explanatory clause (additional)No one knew better than Ivan Ivanovich how much time needed to be spent and endured in trifles, until such a winged hour finally comes when we don’t need any tricks or methods to stay in the air ourselves. A)...how much time had to be spent and endured in trifles,... B)... such a winged hour will finally not come,... C)...when we don’t need any tricks and methods. .. G)... to stay in the air yourself. 2.60. In IBS with several clauses, indicate the clause:No one knew better than Ivan Ivanovich how much time needed to be spent and endured in trifles, until such a winged hour finally comes when we don’t need any tricks or methods to stay in the air ourselves. A)...how much time had to be spent and endured in trifles,... B)... such a winged hour will finally not come,... C)... when we don’t need any tricks and methods. .. D) ... to stay in the air yourself. 2.61. Indicate SPPs in which the main and subordinate clauses are connected by a conjunctive word. 1.When the sun rises over the meadows, I involuntarily smile with joy. 2. Clouds descended over the valley where we were driving. 3. The frosty air burned so much that it was difficult to breathe. 4.Have you guessed, my reader, with whom the valiant Ruslan fought? A) 1,2,3,4; B) 2,3,4; B) 2.4; D) 3.4. 2.62. Indicate SPPs in which the main and subordinate clauses are connected by a conjunction. 1. He who sowed also reaped. 2. The air only trembled occasionally, like water trembles, disturbed by the fall of a branch. 3.Write when you arrive. 4. In the house opposite, the music died down.

A) 1,2,3,4; B) 1,2,3; B) 3.4; D) 2.3.

2.63. In which SPP is italicized?The main thing offer?j) I realized very early that a person is created by his resistance to the environment. B) Again I visited that corner of the earth, where I spent two unnoticed years as an exile. B) She carried herself with such dignity, that I felt the need to stand up in front of herappearance. D) In ​​the forest you need to act like this, so that confusion never comes to you.2.64. In which SPP is italicized?subordinate clause offer? A) In the forest you have to act like this: so that confusion never comes to you. B) I want to tell you How beautiful is the meadow blooming in the morning. B) The water in the lake sparkled so brightly that it hurt my eyes. D) If I had a hundred lives, they would not satisfy all the thirst for knowledge.2.65. In which SPP is italicized?The main thing offer? A) Everything seemed to me that it is no accident that the cart stands among these hot fields. B) I knew, that in the morning the mother will go to the field to reap rye. B) If the weather is nice, Let's go for a walk. G) When there is no agreement among comrades, things won't go well for them. 2.66. Indicate in which WBS the part in italics issubordinate clause proposal. A) Since the area was very swampy, I had to urgently start drying it. B) To every person in order to act, You must consider your activities important and good. B) To be a musician, So skill is needed. G) In the evening the guests left, because there was no room to fit in the house. 2.67. Indicate in which WBS the part in italics ismain m offer. A) We'll probably get along, if we sit next to each other. B) Savelich gradually calmed down, although he still occasionally grumbled to himself. B) Even though it was cold, the snow on his collar was melting quite noticeably. G) No matter how hard we tried that day to get to most high mountain, we failed to do this. 2.68. In which SPP are the parts in italics considered grammatical stems? A) In the forest we need to act so that confusion never came to you. B) I want tell me how beautiful he is flowering in the morning meadow. . B) Water In the lake glittered so bright that my eyes it was painful. D) If I have hundred lives, they didn't satiate would be all thirst knowledge. 2 .69. In which SPP are the parts in italics considered grammatical stems? A) Everything to me it seemed that it's not without reason stands among these hot ones fields. B) I knew, what in the morning mother will go reap rye in the field. B) If there is The weather is good, let's go for a walk. D) When in comrades no agreement on track their business won't work. 2.70. In which SPP are the parts in italics considered grammatical stems? A) Since the site turned out to be strongly swampy, had to urgently start drying his. B) Psha tea in the kindergarten, where mignonette, gillyflower, and tobacco were blooming. B) The first time I noticed What the orioles are singing in different ways.

D) For now the children were sleeping, the sun invisible beyond the horizon changed clothes in morning clothes.

2.71. In which SPP are the parts in italics considered grammatical stems? A) We, that's right, really we'll get along since it's nearby Let's sit down. B) Savelich little by little I calmed down, Although All still occasionally grumbled About myself. B) Even though it was cold, snow on collar melted quite noticeably. D) Whatever we tried on this day reach the highest mountain, us do it failed.2.72. In which SPP are the parts in italics considered grammatical stems?A) I realized very early What creates a person its resistance to the environment. B) Me again visited That corner lands where I have spent an exile for two years unnoticed. B) She held on with such dignity that I felt need to get up when she appears. D) In ​​the forest we need to act so that confusion never didn't come to you. 2.73. In which NGN the means of communication is the union? A) One could say that Chekhov encourages us to see the world and ourselves with elegiac reflection on the past. B) Call your commanders and ask them what they will say. B) Without waiting for the conversation to end, I returned home. D) This is the house where I live. 2.74. In which NGN is the connective word used as a means of communication? A) Suddenly the wind blew with such force that it almost snatched Yegorushka’s bundle and matting away... B) The fragments of rock lie here so densely, as if someone had deliberately pushed them towards each other. B) I should go to sleep so that my hand doesn’t tremble tomorrow. D) The sun was already illuminating the tops of the linden trees, which had already turned yellow under the fresh breath of autumn. 2.75. Determine the type of subordination in IBS with several subordinate clauses.At this time, it is usually indecent for ladies to go, because the Russian people love to express themselves in such harsh expressions, which they probably will not hear even in the theater. (N. Gogol) A) heterogeneous subordination; B) consistent submission; B) homogeneous subordination; D) another option.

COMPLEX SENTENCES.

Second level tasks.

2.76. Indicate the NGN in which the subordinate clause is not marked as occupied. A) The sun was still warming the tops of the pine trees when we reached the place. B) And it’s fun for me to think that the poet will understand me. B) My son and I sat on the floor and, looking at each other in bewilderment, wondered where the hedgehog had gone. D) The forest, whose huge trees closed at the top and did not allow the sun's rays to pass through, stretched for many kilometers. 2.77. Indicate the CPP in which the subordinate clause is not separated by commas. A) Explain to me what your request is, and maybe I can help you. B) I heard frost shooting in the taiga, scaring the wolves. B) In the morning, the east turned a little red, the tractors were already in the field.

D") From the cradle of humanity and as long as it exists, music will exist.

2.78. Indicate the CPP in which the subordinate clause is not separated by commas. A) The days continued to be as hot and bright as they can be only in the south. B) I didn’t forget to notice where our horses were placed. B) To wait for such an evening you had to live a hundred years. D) The word only has the proper effect when it is expressed passionately and imbued with conviction.

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- Go away! – he shouted angrily and swung his whip at the horseman.

Then he turned his horse back and, looking at the papers in the book, rode at a pace along the convoy. As he drove up to the rear cart, Yegorushka strained his vision to get a better look at him. Varlamov was already old. His face with a small gray beard, a simple, Russian, tanned face, was red, wet with dew and covered with blue veins; it expressed the same businesslike dryness as Ivan Ivanovich’s face, the same business fanaticism. But still, what a difference was felt between him and Ivan Ivanovich! Along with his businesslike dryness, Uncle Kuzmichov always had on his face concern and fear that he would not find Varlamov, would be late, would miss a good price; nothing of the sort, characteristic of small and dependent people, was noticeable either on Varlamov’s face or figure. This man created prices himself, did not look for anyone and did not depend on anyone; no matter how ordinary his appearance was, in everything, even in the manner of holding the whip, one could feel the consciousness of strength and habitual power over the steppe.

Driving past Yegorushka, he did not look at him; Only the stallion honored Yegorushka with his attention and looked at him with big, stupid eyes, and even then indifferently. Panteley bowed to Varlamov; he noticed this and, without taking his eyes off the pieces of paper, said with a burr:

- Hello, stagik!

Varlamov’s conversation with the horseman and the swing of the whip apparently made a depressing impression on the entire convoy. Everyone had serious faces. The horseman, discouraged by the anger of the strong man, without a hat, with his reins down, stood at the front cart, silent and as if he did not believe that the day had begun so badly for him.

“Cool old man...” muttered Panteley. - Damn, what a cool guy! But it’s okay, a good man... He won’t offend you for nothing... Nothing...

After examining the papers, Varlamov put the book in his pocket; The stallion, as if understanding his thoughts, without waiting for an order, shuddered and rushed along the high road.

VII

And the next night the boatmen stopped and cooked porridge. This time, from the very beginning, a vague melancholy was felt in everything. It was stuffy; Everyone drank a lot and could not quench their thirst. The moon rose very purple and gloomy, as if sick; the stars also frowned, the darkness was thicker, the distance was cloudier. Nature seemed to have a presentiment of something and was languishing.

There was no longer any excitement or conversation around the fire from yesterday. Everyone was bored and spoke sluggishly and reluctantly. Panteley just sighed, complained about his legs and kept talking about brazen death.

Dymov was lying on his stomach, silent and chewing a straw; his expression was disgusting, as if the straw smelled bad, angry and tired... Vasya complained that his jaw was aching and prophesied bad weather; Emelyan did not wave his hands, but sat motionless and gloomily looked at the fire. Yegorushka was also languishing. Riding at a walk tired him, and the heat of the day gave him a headache.

When the porridge was cooked, Dymov, out of boredom, began to find fault with his comrades.

- He's settled down, big shot, and he's the first one to climb with a spoon! - he said, looking with anger at Emelyan. - Greed! So he strives to be the first to sit down at the pot. He was a singer, that’s what he thinks - a master! There are many of you singers asking for alms on the big road!

- Why are you bothering me? – asked Emelyan, looking at him also with anger.

- And don’t be the first to poke your nose into the boiler. Don't understand too much about yourself!

“You’re a fool, that’s all,” Emelyan wheezed.

Knowing from experience how such conversations most often end, Panteley and Vasya intervened and began to convince Dymov not to swear in vain.

“The singer...” the mischievous man did not stop, grinning contemptuously. - Anyone can sing like that. Sit on the porch of the church and sing: “Give alms for Christ’s sake!” Eh, you!

Emelyan remained silent. His silence had an irritating effect on Dymov. He looked at the former singer with even greater hatred and said:

– I just don’t want to get involved, otherwise I would show you how to understand yourself!

-Why are you pestering me, Mazeppa? – Yemelyan flushed. -Am I touching you?

-What did you call me? - Dymov asked, straightening up, and his eyes became bloodshot. - How? Am I Mazeppa? Yes? So here it is for you! Go look!

Dymov snatched the spoon from Emelyan’s hands and threw it far to the side. Kiryukha, Vasya and Styopka jumped up and ran to look for her, and Emelyan looked pleadingly and questioningly at Pantelei. His face suddenly became small, wrinkled, blinked, and the former singer began to cry like a child.

Yegorushka, who had long hated Dymov, felt how the air suddenly became unbearably stuffy, how the fire from the fire was hotly burning his face; he wanted to quickly run to the convoy in the darkness, but the evil, bored eyes of the mischievous man pulled him towards him. Passionately wanting to say something extremely offensive, he took a step towards Dymov and said, breathlessly:

- You are the worst! I can't stand you!

After that, he would have to run to the convoy, but he could not budge and continued:

- In the next world you will burn in hell! I'll complain to Ivan Ivanovich! You don't dare offend Emelyan!

- Also, please tell me! – Dymov grinned.

“Every little pig, the milk hasn’t dried on his lips yet, he’s trying to get into his fingers.” What if it's behind the ear?

Yegorushka felt that he could no longer breathe; he - this had never happened to him before - suddenly shook his whole body, stamped his feet and screamed shrilly:

- Beat him! Beat him!

Tears flowed from his eyes; he felt ashamed, and he, staggering, ran to the convoy. He did not see what impression his scream made. Lying on the bale and crying, he twitched his arms and legs and whispered:

- Mother! Mother!

And these people, and the shadows around the fire, and the dark bales, and the distant lightning that flashed in the distance every minute - everything now seemed unsociable and terrible to him. He was horrified and asked himself in despair how it was and why he ended up in an unknown land, in a company of scary men? Where is uncle now, oh. Christopher and Deniska? Why don't they travel for so long? Have they forgotten about him? The thought that he was forgotten and left to the mercy of fate made him feel cold and so terrified that several times he tried to jump off the bale and headlong, without looking back, run back along the road, but the memory of the dark, gloomy crosses that would certainly meet him on paths, and lightning flashing in the distance stopped him... And only when he whispered: “Mom! Mother!" he seemed to feel better...

It must have been scary for the guides too. After Yegorushka ran away from the fire, at first they were silent for a long time, then in an undertone and muffled they started talking about something, that it was coming and that they needed to quickly get ready and leave from it... They soon had dinner, put out the fire and silently began to harness. From their bustle and abrupt phrases it was noticeable that they foresaw some kind of misfortune.

Before setting off, Dymov approached Panteley and asked quietly:

- What is his name?

“Egory...” answered Panteley.

Dymov stood with one foot on the wheel, grabbed the rope with which the bale was tied, and stood up. Yegorushka saw his face and curly head. The face was pale, tired and serious, but no longer expressed anger.

- Yora! - he said quietly. - Here, hit!

Yegorushka looked at him in surprise; at this time lightning flashed.

- Nothing, hit! - Dymov repeated.

And, without waiting for Yegorushka to beat him or talk to him, he jumped down and said:

- I'm bored!

Then, shifting from foot to foot, moving his shoulder blades, he lazily trudged along the convoy and repeated in a voice that was either crying or annoyed:

- I'm bored! God! “Don’t be offended, Emelya,” he said, passing by Emelyan. - Our life is lost, fierce!

Lightning flashed to the right and, as if reflected in a mirror, it immediately flashed in the distance.

- Egory, take it! – Panteley shouted, handing something large and dark from below.

- What is this? - asked Yegorushka.

- Matting! It will rain, so you'll be covered.

Yegorushka stood up and looked around him. The distance noticeably turned black and, more often than every minute, blinked with a pale light, as if for centuries. Its blackness, as if from heaviness, leaned to the right.

- Grandfather, will there be a thunderstorm? - asked Yegorushka.

- Oh, my legs are sore and cold! - Panteley said in a singsong voice, not hearing him and stamping his feet.

To the left, as if someone had struck a match across the sky, a pale phosphorescent strip flashed and went out. I heard someone walking on an iron roof somewhere very far away. They probably walked barefoot on the roof, because the iron grumbled dully.

- And he’s a cover guy! – Kiryukha shouted.

Between the distance and the right horizon, lightning flashed so brightly that it illuminated part of the steppe and the place where the clear sky bordered on blackness. The terrible cloud was approaching slowly, in a continuous mass; large, black rags hung on its edge; Exactly the same rags, crushing each other, piled up on the right and left horizons. This ragged, disheveled appearance of the cloud gave it a kind of drunken, mischievous expression. Thunder rumbled clearly and not dully. Yegorushka crossed himself and quickly began to put on his coat.

- I'm bored! - Dymov’s cry came from the front carts, and from his voice one could judge that he was beginning to get angry again. - It's boring!

Suddenly the wind blew with such force that it almost snatched Yegorushka’s bundle and matting; Starting up, the matting rushed in all directions and smacked the bale and Yegorushka’s face. The wind rushed with a whistle across the steppe, swirled randomly and raised such a noise with the grass that because of it neither thunder nor the creaking of wheels could be heard. It blew from a black cloud, carrying with it clouds of dust and the smell of rain and wet earth. The moonlight dimmed and seemed to become dirtier, the stars frowned even more, and one could see clouds of dust and their shadows hurrying somewhere along the edge of the road. Now, in all likelihood, the whirlwinds, whirling and carrying dust, dry grass and feathers from the ground, rose to the very sky; there were probably tumbleweeds flying near the blackest cloud, and how scared they must have been! But through the dust that covered the eyes, nothing was visible except the brilliance of lightning.

Yegorushka, thinking that it would rain right away, knelt down and covered himself with matting.

- Pantelle-ey! – someone shouted in front. - A... a... wa!

- Don't hear! - Panteley answered loudly and in a sing-song voice.

- A... a... wa! Arya...ah!

Thunder rumbled angrily, rolled across the sky from right to left, then back and froze near the front carts.

“Holy, holy, holy, Lord Hosts,” whispered Yegorushka, crossing himself, “fill heaven and earth with your glory...”

The blackness in the sky opened its mouth and breathed white fire; immediately thunder roared again; As soon as he fell silent, the lightning flashed so widely that Yegorushka, through the cracks of the matting, suddenly saw the whole long road to the very distance, all the carriers and even Kiryukha’s vest. The black rags on the left were already rising upward and one of them, rough, clumsy, looking like a paw with fingers, was reaching towards the moon. Yegorushka decided to close his eyes tightly, not pay attention, and wait for it all to end.

For some reason the rain did not start for a long time. Yegorushka, in the hope that the cloud might be passing by, looked out of the matting. It was terribly dark. Yegorushka saw neither Pantelei, nor the bale, nor himself; He glanced sideways at where the moon had been recently, but there was the same darkness there as on the cart. And the lightning in the darkness seemed whiter and more dazzling, so that it hurt my eyes.

- Panteley! - Yegorushka called.

There was no answer. But finally, the wind blew the matting for the last time and ran away somewhere. A smooth, calm noise was heard. A large cold drop fell on Yegorushka’s knee, another crawled down his arm. He noticed that his knees were not covered, and wanted to straighten the matting, but at that moment something fell and clattered along the road, then on the shafts, on the bale. It was rain. He and the matting, as if they understood each other, began talking about something quickly, cheerfully and disgustingly, like two magpies.

Yegorushka was on his knees, or rather, sitting on his boots. When the rain began to patter on the matting, he leaned forward with his body to shield his knees, which suddenly became wet; I managed to cover my knees, but in less than a minute a sharp, unpleasant dampness was felt from behind, below my back and on my calves. He resumed his previous position, put his knees out into the rain and began to think about what to do, how to straighten the invisible matting in the darkness. But his hands were already wet, water was flowing into his sleeves and down his collar, and his shoulder blades were chilly. And he decided not to do anything, but to sit motionless and wait for it all to end.

“Holy, holy, holy...” he whispered.

Suddenly, right above his head, with a terrible, deafening crash, the sky broke; he bent down and held his breath, waiting for the debris to fall on the back of his head and back. His eyes accidentally opened, and he saw how a blindingly caustic light flashed and blinked five times on his fingers, wet sleeves and streams running from the matting, on the bale and below on the ground. There was a new blow, just as strong and terrible. The sky no longer thundered or rumbled, but made dry, crackling sounds, similar to the crackling of dry wood.

“Fuck! tah, tah! tah!” - thunder rumbled clearly, rolled across the sky, stumbled and somewhere near the front carts or far behind fell with an angry, abrupt - “Trra!..”

Previously, lightning was only scary; with the same thunder, they seemed ominous. Their magical light penetrated through closed eyelids and spread cold throughout the body. What can I do to avoid seeing them? Yegorushka decided to turn around and face backwards. Carefully, as if afraid that he was being watched, he got down on all fours and, sliding his palms along the wet bale, turned back.

“Fuck! tah! tah!” - flew over his head, fell under the cart and exploded - “Rrrra!”

His eyes accidentally opened again, and Yegorushka saw a new danger: three huge giants with long peaks were walking behind the cart. Lightning flashed on the tips of their peaks and very clearly illuminated their figures. They were people of enormous size, with covered faces, drooping heads and heavy gait. They seemed sad and despondent, deep in thought. Perhaps they followed the convoy not to cause harm, but still there was something terrible in their proximity.

Yegorushka quickly turned forward and, trembling all over, shouted:

- Panteley! Grandfather!

“Fuck! tah! tah!” - the sky answered him.

He opened his eyes to see if the guides were there. Lightning flashed in two places and illuminated the road to the very distance, the entire convoy and all the carriers. Streams flowed along the road and bubbles jumped. Panteley walked near the cart, his tall hat and shoulders were covered with a small matting; the figure expressed neither fear nor anxiety, as if he had been deaf from thunder and blind from lightning.

- Grandfather, giants! - Yegorushka shouted to him, crying.

But grandfather didn’t hear. Next came Emelyan. This one was covered with large matting from head to toe and was now shaped like a triangle. Vasya, not covered with anything, walked as woodenly as always, raising his legs high and not bending his knees. With the flash of lightning, it seemed that the convoy did not move and the carriers froze, that Vasya’s raised leg went numb...

Yegorushka also called his grandfather. Having not received an answer, he sat down motionless and did not wait for it to be over. He was sure that thunder would kill him that very minute, that his eyes would accidentally open and he would see terrible giants.

And he no longer crossed himself, did not call his grandfather, did not think about his mother, and only grew numb from the cold and the certainty that the storm would never end.

- Yegorgy, are you sleeping, or what? – Panteley shouted downstairs. - Get down! I'm deaf, you fool!

- What a thunderstorm! - said some unfamiliar bass and grunted as if he had drunk a good glass of vodka.

Yegorushka opened his eyes. Below, near the cart, stood Panteley, Triangle-Emelyan and the giants. The latter were now much shorter in stature, and when Yegorushka looked at them, they turned out to be ordinary peasants, holding iron forks rather than lances on their shoulders. In the gap between Panteley and the triangle, the window of a low hut shone. This means that the convoy was in the village. Yegorushka threw off his matting, took the bundle and hurried off the cart. Now that people were talking nearby and the window was shining, he was no longer afraid, although thunder still crackled and lightning streaked the entire sky.

“It’s a good thunderstorm, nothing…” muttered Panteley. - Thank God... My legs were a little soft from the rain, but that was all right... Are you crying, Yegorgy? Well, go to the hut... Nothing...

“Holy, holy, holy...” Emelyan wheezed. - It certainly hit somewhere... Are you from here? - he asked the giants.

- No, from Glinov... We are from Glinov. We work for Mr. Plater.

- Thresh, or what?

- Miscellaneous. While we are still harvesting wheat. And the mologna, the mologna! There hasn't been a storm like this for a long time...

Yegorushka entered the hut. He was met by a skinny, hunchbacked old woman with a sharp chin. She held a tallow candle in her hands, squinted and sighed protractedly.

- What a thunderstorm God sent! - she said. “But our people spend the night in the steppe, and our hearts will suffer!” Undress, father, undress...

Shivering from the cold and shrugging with disgust, Yegorushka pulled off his wet coat, then spread his arms and legs wide and did not move for a long time. Every slightest movement caused him an unpleasant feeling of wetness and cold. The sleeves and back of the shirt were wet, the trousers were stuck to the legs, the head was dripping...

- Well, lad, should I stand upright? - said the old woman. - Go, sit down!

Spreading his legs wide, Yegorushka walked up to the table and sat down on a bench near someone’s head. The head moved, blew a stream of air through its nose, chewed and calmed down. From the head along the bench stretched a mound covered with a sheepskin coat. It was some woman sleeping.

The old woman, sighing, went out and soon returned with a watermelon and melon.

- Eat, father! There’s nothing else to treat me with...” she said, yawning, then rummaged in the table and pulled out a long, sharp knife, very similar to the knives with which robbers cut merchants at inns. - Eat, father!

Yegorushka, trembling as if with a fever, ate a slice of melon with black bread, then a slice of watermelon, and this made him feel even colder.

“Our people spend the night in the steppe...” the old woman sighed while he ate. - The Passion of the Lord... I wish I could light a candle in front of the image, but I don’t know where Stepanida went. Eat, father, eat...

The old woman yawned and, throwing her right hand back, scratched her left shoulder.

“It must be about two hours now,” she said. - It’s time to get up soon. Our guys are spending the night in the steppe... Probably everyone is wet...

“Grandma,” said Yegorushka, “I want to sleep.”

“Lie down, father, lie down...” the old woman sighed, yawning. - Lord Jesus Christ! I’m sleeping and I hear as if someone is knocking. I woke up and looked, and it was God who sent the thunderstorm... I wanted to light a candle, but I couldn’t find it.

Talking to herself, she pulled some rags from the bench, probably her bed, took two sheepskin coats from a nail near the stove and began laying them out for Yegorushka.

“The thunderstorm won’t let up,” she muttered. - It’s like, the hour is uneven, what didn’t burn. Our people spend the night in the steppe... Lie down, father, sleep... Christ is with you, grandson... I won’t pick the melon, maybe when you get up you can eat it.

The sighs and yawns of the old woman, the measured breathing of the sleeping woman, the twilight of the hut and the sound of rain outside the window were conducive to sleep. Yegorushka was ashamed to undress in front of the old woman. He only took off his boots, lay down and covered himself with a sheepskin coat.

- Has the boy gone to bed? – Pantelei’s whisper was heard a minute later.

- Lay down! – the old woman answered in a whisper. - Passions, the passions of the Lord! It thunders and thunders, and you can’t hear the end...

“It’ll pass now...” Panteley hissed, sitting down. - It became quieter... The guys went to the huts, but two remained with the horses... Guys... It’s impossible... They’ll take the horses away... So I’ll sit for a while and go to my shift... It’s impossible, they’ll take you away...

Panteley and the old woman sat side by side at Yegorushka’s feet and spoke in a hissing whisper, interrupting their speech with sighs and yawns. But Yegorushka could not warm up. He was wearing a warm, heavy sheepskin coat, but his whole body was shaking, his arms and legs were cramping, his insides were trembling... He undressed under the sheepskin coat, but that didn’t help either. The chills became stronger and stronger.

Panteley left for his shift and then returned again, but Yegorushka was still awake and trembling all over. Something was pressing on his head and chest, oppressing him, and he didn’t know what it was: the whispering of old people, or the heavy smell of sheepskin? Eating watermelon and melon left an unpleasant, metallic taste in my mouth. In addition, fleas also bit.

- Grandfather, I'm cold! - he said and did not recognize his voice.

“Sleep, grandson, sleep...” the old woman sighed.

Titus walked up to the bed on thin legs and waved his arms, then grew to the ceiling and turned into a mill. O. Christopher, not as he was sitting in the chaise, but in full vestments and with sprinkler in his hand, walked around the mill, sprinkled it with holy water and it stopped waving. Yegorushka, knowing that this was nonsense, opened his eyes.

- Grandfather! – he called. - Give me some water!

Nobody responded. Yegorushka felt unbearably stuffy and uncomfortable lying down. He got up, got dressed and left the hut. It's already morning. The sky was cloudy, but it was no longer raining. Trembling and wrapping himself in a wet coat, Yegorushka walked through the dirty yard and listened to the silence; A small barn with a reed door, half open, caught his eye. He looked into this barn, entered it and sat down in a dark corner on the dung.

His heavy head was confused with thoughts, his mouth was dry and disgusting from the metallic taste. He looked at his hat, straightened the peacock feather on it and remembered how he went with his mother to buy this hat. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a lump of brown, sticky putty. How did this putty get into his pocket? He thought, sniffed: it smells like honey. Yep, this is Jewish gingerbread! How wet he is, poor thing!

Yegorushka looked at his coat. And his coat was gray, with large bone buttons, sewn in the manner of a frock coat. Like a new and expensive thing, it hung at home not in the hallway, but in the bedroom, next to my mother’s dresses; It was allowed to be worn only on holidays. Looking at him, Yegorushka felt pity for him, remembered that he and the coat were both abandoned to the mercy of fate, that they would never return home, and sobbed so much that he almost fell off the dung.

A large white dog, drenched in the rain, with tufts of fur on its muzzle that looked like curlers, entered the barn and stared curiously at Yegorushka. She apparently was thinking: should she bark or not? Having decided that there was no need to bark, she carefully approached Yegorushka, ate the putty and left.

- These are Varlamov’s! – someone shouted on the street.

Having cried, Yegorushka left the barn and, avoiding the puddle, trudged out into the street. Just in front of the gate there were carts on the road. Wet guides with dirty feet, lethargic and sleepy, like autumn flies, wandered around or sat on the shafts. Yegorushka looked at them and thought: “How boring and inconvenient it is to be a man!” He walked up to Panteley and sat down next to him on the shaft.

- Grandfather, I'm cold! - he said, trembling and putting his hands into his sleeves.

“It’s okay, we’ll get there soon,” Panteley yawned. - It’s okay, you’ll warm up.

The convoy set off early because it was not hot. Yegorushka lay on the bale and shivered from the cold, although the sun soon appeared in the sky and dried his clothes, the bale and the ground. As soon as he closed his eyes, he again saw Titus and the mill. Feeling nausea and heaviness throughout his body, he strained his strength to drive these images away from himself, but as soon as they disappeared, the mischievous Dymov with red eyes and raised fists rushed at Yegorushka with a roar, or he could be heard yearning: “I’m bored.” ! Varlamov rode by on a Cossack stallion, happy Konstantin passed by with his smile and his horse. And how hard, obnoxious and annoying all these people were!

Once - it was already before evening - he raised his head to ask for a drink. The convoy stood on a large bridge stretching across a wide river. Below there was dark smoke over the river, and through it a steamer was visible, towing a barge. Ahead across the river was a huge mountain dotted with houses and churches; at the foot of the mountain a locomotive was running near the freight cars...

Before, Yegorushka had never seen steamships, locomotives, or wide rivers. Looking at them now, he was not afraid, not surprised; His face did not even express anything resembling curiosity. He just felt faint and hurried to lie down with his chest on the edge of the bale. He vomited. Panteley, who saw this, grunted and shook his head.

- Our boy is sick! - he said. - He must have a cold in his stomach... the boy... On the wrong side... This is bad!

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The boys, silent, looked after the truck until it drove away beyond the intersection, until the dust it raised dissipated, until it itself became a cloud of dust. ↓ (yet), (yet), (yet) Subordinate clauses refer to one main clause. They answer the same question - until when? Each subordinate clause is associated with the main conjunction while. Conclusion: these are homogeneous subordinate clauses.

My father told me that he had never seen such grain and that this year’s harvest was excellent. : (that) and (that) Subordinate clauses refer to one word (the predicate said) in the main clause. They answer the same question - what? Each subordinate clause is connected with the main conjunction that. Subordinate clauses are connected to each other by the connecting conjunction and. Conclusion: these are homogeneous subordinate clauses.

Note: If homogeneous subordinate clauses are attached to the main clause by the same conjunction, then this conjunction may be omitted in one or more subordinate clauses (but the conjunction is easy to restore). Shatsky saw how the last boat returned to the ship and the sailors for a long time, interfering with each other, pulled it up on hoists. In this case, there is no comma before the second subordinate clause.

While in the hospital, he recalled how the Nazis suddenly attacked them, and how they found themselves surrounded, and how the detachment managed to break through to their own. For repeated coordinating conjunctions, a comma is placed between homogeneous subordinate clauses.

As he drove up to the backyard, Yegorushka strained his vision to get a better look at him. ↓ ↓ (when) (to) Subordinate clauses relate to the same main clause, but answer different questions - when? and for what? . These are different types of clauses: when he drove up to the backyard - clause of time; to take a better look at it - a subordinate clause of purpose. Conclusion: this is a complex sentence with heterogeneous (parallel) subordination.

I asked him why he went so far from the base and said that I was worried about him. [Ch. ch.] ↓ ↓ (why) (what) Subordinate clauses refer to different words within the main sentence: the first subordinate clause is to the predicate asked, the second subordinate clause is to the predicate said. Conclusion: these subordinate clauses are heterogeneous (parallel).

I heard Gaidar cleaning the pot with sand and scolding him because the handle had fallen off. , (like what). Conclusion: this is a complex sentence with sequential subordination.

The maid was an orphan who, in order to feed herself, had to enter service. , (which, (to...), ...). With sequential subordination, one subordinate clause may appear inside another subordinate clause. In this case, at the junction of subordinate clauses, two subordinating conjunctions or a subordinating conjunction and a conjunctive word may appear next to each other.

A comma is not placed at the junction of two subordinating conjunctions (or a conjunction and a conjunction word) if the second subordinate clause cannot be removed without changing the entire complex sentence (in this case, what follows is the second part of the double conjunction - then, so, but). I bet that if you give this to the Duke, he will stay here for three more days. , (what (if...), then...).