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“I’m not Nikolyukin... I’m Nikolaev... I have a mother... ask your mother... ma-ateri... ma-ateri... ma-a-te-ri... .” - until the voice was overwhelmed...

I thought that while they would come to you and make inquiries, all night, a day, another he would live in this world, he wanted to delay... Well, here it is!.. here it is. What should I do with you now? Eh, service!.. Where did you put your overcoat? What? You won’t return it... but I asked myself... It would be better if I didn’t come... Let’s go, or something, I’ll show you the grave...

AT THE CLIP

I

It was already turning blue over the distant bend of the river, over the yellowing sands, over the steep bank, over the silent forest on the other side.

The sounds dimmed, the colors faded, and the face of the earth was quietly covered with a haze of peace and fatigue under a calm, deeply blue sky with rare white stars.

The barge and the boat next to it, gradually losing their outlines, appeared vaguely and darkly along the shore. Reflecting and splintering with a crimson glow, a fire burned near the water itself, and a suspended kettle splashed on the hissing coals with running foam; long shadows crawled and moved, looking for something along the narrow strip of coastal sand, and the cliff rose thoughtfully, vaguely reddened with clay.

It was quiet, and this silence was filled with the incessant murmur of running water, an incessant whisper, restless and hasty, sometimes sleepy and quiet, sometimes fervent and mocking, but the river was calm, and the brightening surface was not offended by a single wrinkle.

The splash of a fish, or the cry of a night bird, or the rustle of crumbling sand, or the subtle noise of a steamboat wheel, or it seemed like it - and again the drowsy, inarticulate whispering, now fading and sleepy, now roused and hasty, and the bright, undisturbed peace of the river under all the deepening blue of the approaching night.

- “Ermak” is not going well.

Where is he!.. Nowadays he’s probably sitting on the Dog Sands...

And human words, so simple and clear, sounded and went out in this incomprehensibly restless whisper of a calmly motionless river.

A short shadow, hiding by the flickering fire, suddenly stretched out and ran away from the fire; ugly bent over the cliff and disappeared into the steppe twilight, from where came the cries of quails and the smells of mown grass, and a tall, hefty man with long arms and legs, in a motley shirt, rose above the fire and, having thrown off the foam running over the edges with a spoon, poured it into the spring a handful of millet water. The water instantly calmed down, and the shadow slid along the cliff, returned from the steppe and again hid by the fire. The long man sat motionless, hugging his knees, looking at the brightening river, at the forest disappearing in the twilight haze, at the far bank.

At a distance on the sand, stretched out, motionless and deathly black, a human figure lay.

No face was visible.

Whether he was sleeping, or thinking, or was sick, or was no longer breathing, it was impossible to tell.

It was already drowned in the darkening blue and the forest, and the bend of the river, and the distant sands were no longer visible, only the water still sparkled, but with a black, burnished shine, and the stars hung bottomlessly in it, bright and countless.

And it seemed that it was necessary that on this blue night a fire should burn near the drowsy, whispering water near the cliff, and the red glow would flutter, illuminating with the crimson light of the fire the tall, awkward, but as if forged figure of a man, powerfully clasping his hands on his knees, and the motionless dark a figure on the sand, and a third - with a wide beard of an old man, with a calm and stern face cast from bronze.

It was as if someone was singing thoughtfully, without words, and no voice could be heard, and only the image of a river drowned in the blue of the night, and a fire, and a vague cliff, and slightly shaky stars in the dark depths was imagined.

The time has come... Life is human, like grass...

And among the uninterrupted, silent, drowsy whisper, the voice seemed to belong to the blue night, like the gloomy cliff standing, like the murmur of water, like a fire with shadows silently crawling across the sand.

Like young grass in the spring of black earth...

Well... Nowadays she got in, there’s nothing you can do to stop her.

And someone on the other side vaguely and indistinctly responded, weakening: “...yes-ah!”

The one sitting there hugged his knees and fell silent. The one whose darkly outstretched silhouette was vaguely drawn on the sand was also silent. The old man with a bronze-purple, moving face was silent, occasionally lazily throwing hot coals that jumped out from there into the fire with his bare hands, and in this silence one could feel an unfinished thought, the blue night itself was thinking.

A thin, aching cry swept over the river.

Again it is quiet, thoughtfully gloomy, again the incessant, restless, hasty rustle and whisper of running water. The vaguely rising cliff was silent in the darkness that came from all sides, and the steppe behind it was silent. The pot boiled lazily, foam twitching sleepily.

The thin cry was repeated opposite, over the river. The merman played. Or maybe an invisible bird was flying just above the water - it was impossible to say. The night pressed in on all sides, silent and dark.

You can hear it further along the river... Even right next to Crooked Knee, you can hear it...

And both bowed their heads, sensitively catching the vague, indistinct sound. The ear wanted to catch the approaching noise of steamship wheels, but the sounds of the night, quiet, unclear, heard a thousand times and yet special and strange, spoke of the absence of a person.

A fire was burning, two people were sitting around the fire, the third was motionless black on the sand.

II

The long one stood up and took off his bowler hat. The shadows began to fuss, and one again slid up the cliff and disappeared into the steppe.

He put the pot down and spun it in the sand.

It's about nine o'clock... Oho-ho-ho...

And across the river someone: “Oh-oh-oh-oh...”

Tell the guy to sit down with us, you see, he’s emaciated.

The old man took a spoon out of his pocket and wiped it with a calloused finger.

Hey, soaring!.. If you want, eat with us. - Long leaned over the motionless blackened figure.

Huh?.. Huh?.. eh?.. Where... Wait!.. Brothers, hold on!.. - he shouted, jumping up, shaking.

What are you... what are you, guy... I say, eat with us...

He looked around in surprise, not understanding this darkness, the vaguely drawn contours, this night silence filled with incessantly whispering murmurs, this trembling, reddish light glistening in the water, and ran his hand as if removing a cobweb from his face. He seemed to go completely limp and smiled a powerless, exhausted smile.

Look... it's a parable again.

In the light of the fire, one was struck by the emaciation and exhaustion, sunken cheeks, black circles, feverishly shining, restless eyes, as if looking past objects.

They sat around the pot, legs tucked on the sand, and began to eat and blow loudly on the porridge. And, repeating the movements, shadows scurried across the sand.

They ate for a long time in silence, and for a long time the sound of hard-working human jaws invaded the drowsy, whispering murmur of the night.

The first sharpness of hunger was dulled; the guy, on whose face the ghost of death was sallowly imprinted, sighed:

Wow!.. He walked away a little.

I haven't eaten for two days

Where are you from?

From the city. - And again a tired and now trusting smile. - I escaped from the hell itself. How I escaped, I don’t know...

“Yes, we guessed it, as you were still walking along the shore,” the tall man grinned, “but we didn’t ask: there’s no point in bothering a person.”

Don't be afraid, nothing... Patrols are driving around the steppe, grabbing those who managed to escape from the city. Well, they'll catch you, it's a short conversation - a bullet or a noose. We transported more than one... The artel is on barges, and the crew on the steamship are their own people... They won’t think of visiting us on the barge, otherwise... they would have profited. What were you doing in the city?

Typesetter. - And he shrugged his shoulders, as if he were cold, and timidly looked around.

The long one scooped it up, blew on the spoon and, stretching out his lips, noisily sucked in the air along with the porridge.

Water or nocturnal birds were introduced to the river. The fish splashed, but in the darkness the diverging circles were not visible. The old man ate in silence.

Everyone walked along the river, as if just something - into the water... Yesterday, until the very night, he sat in the water, buried in the mud, and his head in the reeds, and sat there.

He put down the spoon and sat, haggard, and thoughts far from the warm night, from the fire, wandered through his head, clouding his eyes.

It’s scary to remember what happened... Blood, blood!.. How many people died!..

And again he looked around timidly and shrugged his shoulders as if from the cold.

I’m tired... tired, tormented, and... and not just with my hands or feet, I’m tortured with my soul. Everything about me seemed to sag...

And he turned around again, looking somewhere past this darkness, past the fire, the river, past his comrades - as if, obscuring everything, there were ghosts of destruction, ruins, and there was nowhere to go.

The main thing is that!.. - he spoke, flushing. - Works, how many works were killed. Is it really easy to lift our brother up and beat him in the head?.. Pound him and hammer him, teach him and teach him, but he stretches himself like a nag under a whip, dying of hunger and gulping down vodka... Until everything got better, they huddled together, huddled together mugs, and began to read, and began to think, but lost their senses, oh-oh-oh, how much time, how much work it took!.. And how many people disappeared in prisons, and in exile, and in hard labor - and what people!.. A brick for They took it out with a brick, and then trrahhh!.. Done! It's all over!.. Sabbath!..

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It would seem that we know everything about our planet. However, even in the most popular tourist places you can discover truly amazing corners - both created by nature itself and built by human hands.

website I've collected 17 cool places for you that you probably haven't heard of yet. And one very interesting bonus awaits you at the end of the article.

17. Amphitheater in Pula, Croatia

One of the most famous attractions in Italy is the Roman Colosseum. However, in the Croatian city of Pula there is an equally beautiful amphitheater. It was built of wood and then rebuilt of stone in the 1st century AD. e., accommodated up to 23 thousand people and was used for mass performances. In the 5th century, with the ban on gladiator fights, the building began to gradually collapse and be plundered. In the Middle Ages, the arena was adapted for grazing livestock, fairs and knightly tournaments, and in the 20th century - for military ceremonies, parades, and theatrical performances.

16. Son Doong Cave, Vietnam

The cave was discovered in 1991, but its study began in 2009, and organized groups of tourists began to be allowed in only recently. Shondong is called the largest cave in the world- its length is more than 9 km, and the height of the arches is such that a 40-story skyscraper could easily fit under them!

The cave was formed due to the erosion of limestone rock, and now inside it has its own ecosystem with a river and waterfall, unique plants, animals, stalactites and the so-called cave pearls - calcite stone formations that were formed on the sand under the influence of water over hundreds of years .

15. Bell tower on Lake Resia, Italy

Lake Rezia was formed in 1950 as a result of the construction of a hydroelectric power station and dam and the flooding of two villages. A bell tower, built in the 14th century, rises above the surface of the reservoir. Due to changes in the water level above the lake, only the top of the clock tower can be seen from time to time. Due to strong winds, waves rise on the lake, so surfers like the place.

In the summer you can take a boat ride around the bell tower, and when frost sets in, tourists can walk to the tower directly on the ice. In addition, according to legend, bells can still be heard here, although the bells themselves were removed from the tower before the flooding.

14. Menhirs of Callanish, Scotland

13. Natural bridge of Pont d'Arc, France

Far from the busy city streets in the south of France, in the town of Pont d'Arc, there is a natural bridge with the same name. It rises above the Ardèche River, which has carved out an impressive arch 50 meters high and 60 meters wide in the rock over hundreds of years. It is surprisingly quiet and peaceful here; in the summer, canoeing competitions are held. And not far from the bridge there is a historical monument - the ancient Chauvet cave with rock paintings up to 30 thousand years old!

12. Madain Salih, Hegra, Saudi Arabia

Compared to Jordan's Petra, the archaeological site of Madain Salih is not as widely known, although it is the oldest structure in Saudi Arabia at about 2,000 years old. This historical monument city includes 111 rock tombs, towers, dwellings, temples and hydraulic structures from the ancient Nabatean city of Hegra, once a center of trade. All buildings are decorated with sculptures, bas-reliefs, and rock inscriptions.

11. Lake Elton, Volgograd region, Russia

The area of ​​this amazing salty reservoir is 150 square meters. km, making it the largest mineralized lake in Europe. Its depth does not exceed 7-10 cm in summer and 1.5 m in spring. It is the most important migration point for waders and cranes and attracts tourists with its unusual salt landscapes and balneological properties. Elton Nature Park, on whose territory the lake is located, is home to several hundred species of plants and animals, including unique ones.

10. Cathedral Gorge, Purnululu National Park, Australia

Purnululu National Park, listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is replete with striped sandstone mountain cliffs, lakes, and unique flora and fauna. On its territory there is a huge number of gorges, one of the most picturesque is Cathedral, which is a real natural amphitheater with stunning acoustics.

9. “Labyrinth of Horta”, Spain

The Labyrinth of Horta is a historical and oldest park in Barcelona, ​​which was founded at the end of the 18th century as a neoclassical garden. This place, rich in hedges, flower beds, gazebos, and canals, was a favorite place for cultural and social events. Today the park is limited to a small number of visitors per day.

8. Chapel of Saint-Michel d'Aiguille, France

In the small town of Le Puy-en-Velay in the south of France, on top of a sheer 90-meter cliff there is a chapel built in 962! Until this year, there was a pagan dolmen and an ancient Roman sanctuary on the rock, and in general, all legends call the rock a sacred place. The chapel is unique not only for its location, but also for its frescoes, mosaics, and paintings, which have never been restored in its entire history.

7. Biei Blue Pond, Japan

The Blue Pond in Hokkaido Prefecture was created after the construction of a dam as part of a system to control erosion processes and protect nearby areas from mudflows. The unusual bright turquoise color of the water is caused by the natural work of minerals and can change depending on weather conditions and viewing angle. And the dried tree trunks sticking out of the water only add to the fantastic nature of the landscape. For a long time, this natural site was closed to the public and became accessible only a few years ago.

6. Bay of Spirits, Cape Reinga, New Zealand

Cape Reinga is the northern tip of the Aupouri Peninsula in New Zealand. Dangerous waves are raging not far from the shore, and there is a lighthouse on the mountain, illuminating everything around with a flash every 26 seconds. To the east of the cape is a secluded beach with pale pink sand. Local aborigines believed that the soul after death goes to this beach to make the last leap before plunging into the other world. Therefore, this place is considered sacred and visitors are prohibited from eating here. Getting to the cape is quite difficult, since the road partially runs through quicksand, so it is better to go with an organized group of tourists.

5. Tin Mal Mosque, Morocco

The Tin Mal Mosque was built in 1156 in honor of the founder of the Almohad dynasty and is one of two mosques in Morocco open to non-Muslims. It is distinguished by its amazing architecture, and since 1995 the mosque has been included in the UNESCO World Heritage List.

Although the mosque is located in a mountain village just 100 km from Marrakesh, few tourists know about this beautiful place.

4. Meroe, Sudan

Meroe is an ancient city in the territory of modern Sudan, the capital of the Nubian kingdom of Kush, which originated in the 8th century BC. e. Here you can look at many pyramids in which noble people were buried, the remains of palace walls where kings were crowned, as well as baths and temples. Unfortunately, by the 3rd century BC. e. the city fell into decay and only ruins remained. The entire complex is listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site, but few people know about this place, visiting exclusively the monuments of Ancient Egypt.

Test on the topic “Compound sentence”

(Based on the work of L. Tolstoy “War and Peace”)

1. Find a compound sentence.

1. His whole mindset instantly changed; the battle seemed to him like an old, distant memory.

2. Contrary to Bilibin’s words, the news he brought was received joyfully.

3. The postilion started and the carriage rattled its wheels.

2. Find the “fourth wheel”.

1. All the details of the conversation were transferred to the Russian emperor and the war began.

2. He gave the reins to the Cossack, took off and gave the cloak, straightened his legs and straightened the cap on his head.

3. He fell silent and for a minute the silence, terrible for Princess Marya, continued.

4. No one drove along the streets and the footsteps of pedestrians were rarely heard.

3. Which of the sentences is compound?

1. It seemed like fog fell, then suddenly it began to rain heavily.

4. Name a complex sentence with an adversative conjunction.

1. The rain had passed, but drops were still falling from the trees.

5. Indicate a complex sentence with a connecting conjunction.

1. The game and dinner were already over, but the guests had not yet left.

2. He pushed the lackeys away and pulled the frame, but the frame did not give up.

3. She caught the officer’s cuffs with her hands and solemnity and fear were visible in her reddened face.

4. All of them then appeared to Pierre as if in a fog, but Platon Karataev remained forever in Pierre’s soul as the strongest and dearest memory and personification of everything Russian, good and round.

6. Indicate a complex sentence with a disjunctive conjunction.

1. In Torzhok there were no horses at the station or the caretaker did not want to provide them.

2. Footsteps were heard in the darkness and the drummer approached the door, splashing his bare feet in the mud.

3. The brother wanted to take the icon, but she stopped him.

7. What is the meaning of a conjunction in a complex sentence?

The night was foggy, and moonlight mysteriously broke through the fog.

A. Simultaneity of actions.

B. Consistency.

B. Alternation.

D. Opposition.

8. Find a sentence with a common minor member.

1. The hallway smelled of fresh apples and there were wolf and fox skins hanging.

2. A few minutes later an officer hurriedly came out of the front doors and ordered something and the dragoons stood up.

3. From all sides it was heard about the approaching French, and in one village fifteen miles from Bogucharov, an estate was plundered by French marauders.

9. Which sentence matches the diagram?

[impersonal], and [two-part]?

1. It became dark and the glow of fires was even more clearly visible in two places.

2. At the same instant, the large clock struck two and others echoed in a thin voice in the living room.

3. Kutuzov’s face suddenly softened and tears appeared in his eyes.

10. Indicate the sentence with a punctuation error.

1. At these moments the past is usually repeated and plans for the future are made.

11. Name a sentence that does not need a comma between the predicative parts of the sentence.

1. Kind eyes looked at him from all sides and gentle words were heard.

2. The princess wanted to get up, but the prince held her hand.

3. The prince asked her about her father and the princess spoke and smiled.

12. Write a complex sentence with a semicolon between the predicative clauses.

1. Pierre left Boris as a fourteen-year-old boy and absolutely did not remember him, but despite that, with his characteristic quick and cordial manner, he took him by the hand and smiled friendlyly.

2. I came with my mother to the count, but he seems to be not entirely healthy.

3. The prince and princess both disappeared from the bed through the back door, but before the end of the service, one after the other they returned to their places.

13. Find a complex sentence in which a dash is placed between the predicative parts.

1. The Emperor left and after that most of the people began to disperse.

2. At the same time, an explosion was heard, the whistling of fragments as if of a broken frame, the stuffy smell of gunpowder, and Prince Andrei rushed to the side and, raising his hand up, fell on his chest.

3. From all sides it was heard about the approaching French and in one village, fifteen miles from Bogucharov, an estate was plundered by French marauders.

4. The morning was sunny and from eight o’clock it was already hot.

14. Which answer option correctly indicates all the numbers that should be replaced by commas in the sentence?

Infantry regiments 1) taken by surprise in the forest 2) ran out of the forest 3) and companies, 4) mixed with other companies 5) left in disorderly crowds.

A) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

15. Find a complex sentence complicated by a separate definition.

1. Prince Andrei was silent, but the princess noticed the ironic and contemptuous expression that appeared on his face.

2. The cannonade became weaker, but the crackling of guns behind and to the right was heard even more often and closer.

3. She wanted to get around Anna Mikhailovna, but Anna Mikhailovna jumped up again and blocked her way.

16. Indicate a complex sentence complicated by a separate circumstance.

1. The Austrian troops, who had escaped captivity near Ulm and joined Kutuzov at Braunau, now separated from the Russian army and Kutuzov was left only to his weak, exhausted forces.

2. Following him, the second squadron that was in the chain crossed over and the last Cossacks cleared that side.

3. At that very moment the sun completely came out from behind the clouds and this beautiful sound of a single shot and the shine of the bright sun merged into one cheerful and cheerful impression.

4. The countess wanted to force him to speak, but he naively looked through his glasses around him, as if looking for someone, and answered all the countess’s questions in monosyllables.

17. Name a complex sentence with an introductory word.

1. The third company was the last and Kutuzov became thoughtful, apparently remembering something.

2. One shot hit a French soldier in the leg and a strange cry of a few voices was heard from behind the shields.

3. Dinner ended and Pierre, who at first refused to talk about his captivity, gradually became involved in this story.

4. Waiters with sad and stern faces came to change the candles, but no one noticed them.

18. Indicate a complex sentence with a comparative clause.

1. Above him there was a clear blue sky and a huge ball of the sun, like a huge hollow crimson float, swayed on the surface of a milky sea of ​​fog.

2. Nothing else moved behind the shields and the French infantry soldiers and officers went to the gate.

3. Twilight fell on the ground and the roar of the guns died down.

KEYS

1. His whole mindset instantly changed: the battle seemed to him like an old, distant memory.

2. Contrary to Bilibin’s words, the news he brought was received joyfully.

3. The postilion started, and the carriage rattled its wheels.

1. All the details of the conversation were transferred to the Russian emperor, and the war began.

2. He gave the Cossack the reins, took off and gave the cloak, straightened his legs and adjusted the cap on his head.

3. He fell silent, and for a minute the silence, terrible for Princess Marya, continued.

4. No one drove along the streets, and the footsteps of pedestrians were rarely heard.

1. It seemed like fog fell, then suddenly it began to rain heavily.

2. And these drops all moved, moved and then merged from several into one, then from one they were divided into many.

3. In the field outside the village one could hear either the sounds of regimental music or the roar of a huge number of voices shouting “Hurray!” to the new commander in chief.

4. Prince Andrey with a smile looked at Pierre, then at the Viscount, then at the hostess.

5. Sitting silently and motionless against the wall on the straw, Pierre opened and closed his eyes.

1. The rain had passed, but drops were still falling from the trees.

2. Marya Dmitrievna and the Countess laughed, and all the guests followed them.

3. Anna Mikhailovna stood next to the princess, and both of them spoke at the same time in an excited whisper.

1. She caught the officer’s cuffs with her hands, and solemnity and fear were visible in her reddened face.

2. The game and dinner were over, but the guests had not yet left.

3. He pushed the lackeys away and pulled the frame, but the frame did not give up.

4. All of them then appeared to Pierre as if in a fog, but Platon Karataev remained forever in Pierre’s soul as the strongest and dearest memory and personification of everything Russian, good and round.

1. In Torzhok there were no horses at the station, or did not want them give the caretaker.

2. Footsteps were heard in the darkness and, bare feet splashing in the mud, the drummer approached the door.

3. The brother wanted to take the icon, but she stopped him.

A. Simultaneity of actions.

1. The hallway smelled of fresh apples and there were wolf and fox skins hanging.

2. A few minutes later an officer hurriedly came out of the front doors, ordered something, and the dragoons stood up.

1. It became dark, and the glow of fires was all the more clearly visible in two places.

2. At the same instant, the large clock struck two, and others echoed in a thin voice in the living room.

3. Kutuzov’s face suddenly softened, and tears appeared in his eyes.

1. At these moments, the past is usually repeated and plans for the future are made.

2. It was quiet, and from that mountain the sounds of horns and screams of the enemy could occasionally be heard.

3. Pierre entered the children, and the laughter and screams intensified even more.

1. Kind eyes looked at him from all sides and gentle words were heard.

2. The princess wanted to get up, but the prince held her hand.

3. The prince asked her about her father, and the princess spoke and smiled.

1. Pierre left Boris as a fourteen-year-old boy and absolutely did not remember him; but, despite this, in his characteristic quick and cordial manner, he took him by the hand and smiled friendly.

2. I came with my mother to the count, but he seems to be not entirely healthy.

3. The prince and princess both disappeared from the bed through the back door, but before the end of the service, one after the other they returned to their places.

1. The Emperor left, and after that most of the people began to disperse.

2. At the same time, an explosion was heard, the whistling of fragments as if of a broken frame, the stuffy smell of gunpowder - and Prince Andrey rushed to the side and, raising his hand up, fell on his chest.

3. From all sides it was heard about the approaching French, and in one village, fifteen miles from Bogucharov, an estate was plundered by French marauders.

4. The morning was sunny, and from eight o’clock it was already hot.

A) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Infantry regiments, taken by surprise in the forest, ran out of the forest, and companies, mingling with other companies, left in disorderly crowds.

1. Prince Andrei was silent, but the princess noticed the ironic and contemptuous expression that appeared on his face.

2. The cannonade became weaker, but the crackling of guns from behind and to the right was heard even more often and closer.

3. She wanted to get around Anna Mikhailovna, but Anna Mikhailovna, jumping, again blocked her way.

1. The Austrian troops, having escaped captivity at Ulm and joined Kutuzov at Braunau, now separated from the Russian army, and Kutuzov was left only to his weak, exhausted forces.

2. Following him, the second squadron, which was in the chain, crossed over, and the last Cossacks cleared that side.

3. At that very moment the sun completely came out from behind the clouds, and this beautiful sound of a single shot and the shine of the bright sun merged into one cheerful and cheerful impression.

4. The Countess wanted to force him to speak, but he naively looked through his glasses around him, as if looking for someone, and answered all the Countess’s questions in monosyllables.

1. The third company was the last, and Kutuzov became thoughtful, apparently remembering something.

2. One shot hit a French soldier in the leg, and a strange cry of a few voices was heard from behind the shields.

3. Dinner ended, and Pierre, who at first refused to talk about his captivity, gradually became involved in this story.

4. Waiters with sad and stern faces came to change the candles, but no one noticed them.

1. Above him was a clear blue sky, and a huge ball of the sun, like a huge hollow crimson float, swayed on the surface of a milky sea of ​​fog.

2. Nothing else moved behind the shields, and the French infantry soldiers and officers went to the gate.

3. Twilight fell on the ground, and the roar of the guns died down.

E.Yu. KULAKOVA,
gymnasium named after F.K. Salmanova,
Surgut

Princess Marya was not in Moscow and out of danger, as Prince Andrei thought. After Alpatych returned from Smolensk, the old prince seemed to suddenly come to his senses from his sleep. He ordered militiamen to be collected from the villages, to arm them, and wrote a letter to the commander-in-chief, in which he informed him of his intention to remain in the Bald Mountains to the last extremity and defend himself, leaving it at his discretion to take or not take measures to protect the Bald Mountains, in which he would be taken one of the oldest Russian generals was captured or killed, and announced to his family that he was staying in Bald Mountains. But, remaining himself in Bald Mountains, the prince ordered the sending of the princess and Desalles with the little prince to Bogucharovo and from there to Moscow. Princess Marya, frightened by her father's feverish, sleepless activity, which replaced his previous dejection, could not decide to leave him alone and for the first time in her life allowed herself to disobey him. She refused to go, and a terrible thunderstorm of the prince’s wrath fell upon her. He reminded her of all the ways in which he had been unfair to her. Trying to blame her, he told her that she had tormented him, that she had quarreled with his son, had nasty suspicions against him, that she had made it her life's task to poison his life, and kicked her out of his office, telling her that if she he won't leave, he doesn't care. He said that he did not want to know about her existence, but warned her in advance so that she should not dare to catch his eye. The fact that he, contrary to Princess Marya’s fears, did not order her to be forcibly taken away, but only did not order her to show herself, made Princess Marya happy. She knew that this proved that in the very secret of his soul he was glad that she stayed at home and did not leave. The next day after Nikolushka’s departure, the old prince dressed in his full uniform in the morning and got ready to go to the commander-in-chief. The stroller had already been delivered. Princess Marya saw him, in his uniform and all the decorations, leave the house and go into the garden to inspect the armed men and servants. Princess Marya sat by the window, listening to his voice coming from the garden. Suddenly several people with frightened faces ran out of the alley. Princess Marya ran out onto the porch, onto the flower path and into the alley. A large crowd of militiamen and servants was moving towards her, and in the middle of this crowd several people were dragging a little old man in a uniform and orders by the arms. Princess Marya ran up to him and, in the play of small circles of falling light through the shadow of the linden alley, could not give herself an account of the change that had taken place in his face. One thing she saw was that the former stern and decisive expression on his face was replaced by an expression of timidity and submission. Seeing his daughter, he moved his weak lips and wheezed. It was impossible to understand what he wanted. They picked him up, carried him into the office and laid him on that sofa that he had been so afraid of late. The doctor brought in drew blood that same night and announced that the prince had a stroke on the right side. It became more and more dangerous to stay in Bald Mountains, and the next day after the blow the prince was taken to Bogucharovo. The doctor went with them. When they arrived in Bogucharovo, Desalles and the little prince had already left for Moscow. Still in the same position, no worse and no better, broken by paralysis, the old prince lay in Bogucharovo for three weeks in a new house built by Prince Andrei. The old prince was unconscious; he lay there like a mutilated corpse. He muttered something incessantly, twitching his eyebrows and lips, and it was impossible to know whether he understood or not what surrounded him. One thing that was certain was that he was suffering and felt the need to express something else. But what it was, no one could understand; Was it some kind of whim of a sick and half-crazy person, did it relate to the general course of affairs, or did it relate to family circumstances? The doctor said that the anxiety he expressed meant nothing, that it had physical causes; but Princess Marya thought (and the fact that her presence always increased his anxiety confirmed her assumption) thought that he wanted to tell her something. He obviously suffered both physically and mentally. There was no hope for healing. It was impossible to transport him. And what would have happened if he had died on the way? “Wouldn’t it be better if there was an end, a complete end!” - Princess Marya sometimes thought. She watched him day and night, almost without sleep, and, scary to say, she often watched him not with the hope of finding signs of relief, but watched, often wanting to find signs of approaching the end. Strange as it was for the princess to recognize this feeling in herself, but it was there. And what was even more terrible for Princess Marya was that from the time of her father’s illness (even almost earlier, perhaps even when she, expecting something, stayed with him) everyone who had fallen asleep in her woke up , forgotten personal desires and hopes. What had not occurred to her for years - thoughts about a free life without the eternal fear of her father, even thoughts about the possibility of love and family happiness, as temptations of the devil, constantly floated in her imagination. No matter how much she distanced herself from herself, questions constantly came to her mind about how she was now, after Togo, arrange his life. These were temptations of the devil, and Princess Marya knew it. She knew that the only weapon against him was prayer, and she tried to pray. She put herself in a position of prayer, looked at the images, read the words of the prayer, but could not pray. She felt that she was now embraced by another world - of everyday, difficult and free activity, completely opposite to the moral world in which she was imprisoned before and in which prayer was the best consolation. She could not pray and she could not cry, and the cares of life overwhelmed her. It was becoming dangerous to stay in Bogucharovo. The approaching French were heard from all sides, and in one village, fifteen versts from Bogucharovo, an estate was plundered by French marauders. The doctor insisted that the prince must be taken further; the leader sent an official to Princess Marya, persuading her to leave as soon as possible. The police officer, having arrived in Bogucharovo, insisted on the same thing, saying that the French were forty miles away, that French proclamations were going around the villages, and that if the princess did not leave with her father before the fifteenth, then he would not be responsible for anything. The princess of the fifteenth decided to go. The worries of preparations, giving orders for which everyone turned to her, occupied her all day. She spent the night from the fourteenth to the fifteenth, as usual, without undressing, in the room next to the one in which the prince lay. Several times, waking up, she heard his groaning, muttering, the creaking of the bed and the steps of Tikhon and the doctor, turning him over. She listened a little at the door, and it seemed to her that he was muttering louder than usual and tossing and turning more often. She could not sleep and went to the door several times, listening, wanting to enter but not daring to do so. Although he did not speak, Princess Marya saw and knew how unpleasant any expression of fear for him was to him. She noticed how dissatisfied he turned away from her gaze, sometimes involuntarily and stubbornly directed at him. She knew that her coming at night, at an unusual time, would irritate him. But she had never been so sorry, she had never been so afraid of losing him. She remembered her entire life with him, and in every word and action of his she found an expression of his love for her. Occasionally, between these memories, the temptations of the devil burst into her imagination, thoughts about what would happen after his death and how her new, free life would work out. But she drove away these thoughts with disgust. By morning he calmed down and she fell asleep. She woke up late. The sincerity that occurs during awakening showed her clearly what occupied her most during her father’s illness. She woke up, listened to what was behind the door, and, hearing his groaning, said to herself with a sigh that it was still the same. - Why should it be? What did I want? I want him dead! - she screamed with disgust at herself. She got dressed, washed, said prayers and went out onto the porch. Horseless carriages were brought to the porch, into which things were packed. The morning was warm and gray. Princess Marya stopped on the porch, never ceasing to be horrified by her spiritual abomination and trying to put her thoughts in order before entering him. The doctor came down the stairs and approached her. “He’s feeling better today,” said the doctor. - I was looking for you. You can understand something from what he says, with a fresher head. Let's go. He's calling you... Princess Marya's heart beat so hard at this news that she, turning pale, leaned against the door so as not to fall. To see him, to talk to him, to fall under his gaze now, when Princess Marya’s whole soul was filled with these terrible criminal temptations, was painfully joyful and terrible. “Let’s go,” said the doctor. Princess Marya entered her father and went to the bed. He lay high on his back, with his small, bony hands covered with lilac knotty veins on the blanket, with his left eye staring straight and his right eye squinted, with motionless eyebrows and lips. He was all so thin, small and pitiful. His face seemed to have shriveled or melted, his features shriveled up. Princess Marya came up and kissed his hand. His left hand squeezed her hand so that it was clear that he had been waiting for her for a long time. He shook her hand, and his eyebrows and lips moved angrily. She looked at him in fear, trying to guess what he wanted from her. When she changed her position and moved so that her left eye could see her face, he calmed down, not taking his eyes off her for a few seconds. Then his lips and tongue moved, sounds were heard, and he began to speak, timidly and pleadingly looking at her, apparently afraid that she would not understand him. Princess Marya, straining all her attention, looked at him. The comic labor with which he moved his tongue forced Princess Marya to lower her eyes and with difficulty suppress the sobs rising in her throat. He said something, repeating his words several times. Princess Marya could not understand them; but she tried to guess what he was saying and repeated the words he said questioningly. “Gaga—fights... fights...” he repeated several times... There was no way to understand these words. The doctor thought he had guessed right and, repeating his words, asked: Is the princess afraid? He shook his head negatively and repeated the same thing again... Soul, soul hurts,- Princess Marya guessed and said. He hummed affirmatively, took her hand and began to press it to various places on his chest, as if searching for the real place for her. - All thoughts! about you... thoughts,” he then said much better and more clearly than before, now that he was sure that he was understood. Princess Marya pressed her head against his hand, trying to hide her sobs and tears. He moved his hand through her hair. “I called you all night...” he said. “If only I knew...” she said through tears. - I was afraid to enter. He shook her hand.- Didn't you sleep? “No, I didn’t sleep,” said Princess Marya, shaking her head negatively. Unwittingly obeying her father, she now, just as he spoke, tried to speak more with signs and seemed to also be moving her tongue with difficulty. - Darling... - or - friend... - Princess Marya could not make out; but, probably, from the expression of his gaze, a gentle, caressing word was said, which he never said. - Why didn’t you come? “And I wished, wished for his death!” - thought Princess Marya. He paused. “Thank you... daughter, friend... for everything, for everything... forgive... thank you... forgive... thank you!..” And tears flowed from his eyes. “Call Andryusha,” he suddenly said, and something childishly timid and distrustful was expressed in his face at this demand. It was as if he himself knew that his demand made no sense. So, at least, it seemed to Princess Marya. “I received a letter from him,” answered Princess Marya. He looked at her with surprise and timidity.- Where is he? - He is in the army, mon père, in Smolensk. He was silent for a long time, closing his eyes; then in the affirmative, as if in response to his doubts and to confirm that he now understood and remembered everything, he nodded his head and opened his eyes. “Yes,” he said clearly and quietly. - Russia is dead! Ruined! - And he began to sob again, and tears flowed from his eyes. Princess Marya could no longer hold on and cried too, looking at his face. He closed his eyes again. His sobs stopped. He made a sign with his hand to his eyes; and Tikhon, understanding him, wiped away his tears. Then he opened his eyes and said something that no one could understand for a long time, and finally understood and conveyed to Tikhon alone. Princess Marya looked for the meaning of his words in the mood in which he spoke a minute before. She thought that he was talking about Russia, then about Prince Andrei, then about her, about his grandson, then about his death. And because of this she could not guess his words. “Put on your white dress, I love it,” he said. Realizing these words, Princess Marya began to sob even louder, and the doctor, taking her by the arm, led her out of the room onto the terrace, persuading her to calm down and make preparations for departure. After Princess Marya left the prince, he again started talking about his son, about the war, about the sovereign, twitched his eyebrows angrily, began to raise a hoarse voice, and the second and final blow came to him. Princess Marya stopped on the terrace. The day had cleared up, it was sunny and hot. She could not understand anything, think about anything and feel anything except her passionate love for her father, a love that, it seemed to her, she did not know until that moment. She ran out into the garden and, sobbing, ran down to the pond along the young linden paths planted by Prince Andrei. - Yes... I... I... I. I wanted him dead. Yes, I wanted it to end soon... I I wanted to calm down... What will happen to me? “What do I need peace of mind when he’s gone,” Princess Marya muttered aloud, walking quickly through the garden and pressing her hands on her chest, from which sobs were convulsively escaping. Walking around the garden in a circle that led her back to the house, she saw Mlle Bourienne (who remained in Bogucharovo and did not want to leave) and an unfamiliar man coming towards her. This was the leader of the district, who himself came to the princess in order to present to her the necessity of an early departure. Princess Marya listened and did not understand him; she led him into the house, invited him to have breakfast and sat down with him. Then, apologizing to the leader, she went to the door of the old prince. The doctor with an alarmed face came out to her and said that it was impossible. - Go, princess, go, go! Princess Marya went back into the garden and sat down on the grass under the mountain near the pond, in a place where no one could see. She didn't know how long she was there. Someone's running female steps along the path made her wake up. She got up and saw that Dunyasha, her maid, who was obviously running after her, suddenly, as if frightened by the sight of her young lady, stopped. “Please, Princess... Prince...” Dunyasha said in a broken voice. “Now, I’m coming, I’m coming,” the princess spoke hastily, not giving Dunyasha time to finish what she had to say, and, trying not to see Dunyasha, she ran to the house. “Princess, God’s will is being accomplished, you must be ready for anything,” said the leader, meeting her at the front door. - Leave me. It is not true! - she angrily shouted at him. The doctor wanted to stop her. She pushed him away and ran to the door. “Why are these people with frightened faces stopping me? I don't need anyone! What are they doing here? “She opened the door, and the bright daylight in this previously dim room terrified her. There were women and a nanny in the room. They all moved away from the bed to give her way. He was still lying on the bed; but the stern look of his calm face stopped Princess Marya at the threshold of the room. “No, he’s not dead, that can’t be!” - Princess Marya said to herself, walked up to him and, overcoming the horror that gripped her, pressed her lips to his cheek. But she immediately pulled away from him. Instantly, all the strength of tenderness for him that she felt in herself disappeared and was replaced by a feeling of horror at what was in front of her. “No, he is no more! He is not there, but there is right there, in the same place where he was, something alien and hostile, some terrible, terrifying and repulsive secret...” - And, covering her face with her hands, Princess Marya fell into the doctor’s arms , who supported her. In the presence of Tikhon and the doctor, the women washed what he was, tied a scarf around his head so that his open mouth would not stiffen, and tied his diverging legs with another scarf. Then they dressed him in a uniform with orders and placed the small, shriveled body on the table. God knows who took care of it and when, but everything happened as if by itself. By nightfall, candles were burning around the coffin, there was a shroud on the coffin, juniper was strewn on the floor, a printed prayer was placed under the dead, shriveled head, and a sexton sat in the corner, reading the psalter. Just as horses shy away, crowd and snort over a dead horse, so in the living room around the coffin a crowd of foreign and native people crowded - the leader, and the headman, and the women, and all with fixed, frightened eyes, crossed themselves and bowed, and kissed the cold and numb hand of the old prince.