On May 1, the regiment set out for the camp, which was located in the same place year after year, two miles from the city, on the other side of the railroad track. Junior officers, according to the regulations, were supposed to live during the camp near their companies in wooden barracks, but Romashov remained in the city apartment, because the officer’s quarters of the sixth company had fallen into terrible disrepair and threatened to be destroyed, and there was not enough money to repair it. I had to make four extra trips a day: to the morning study, then back to the meeting for lunch, then to the evening study and after that back to the city. This irritated and tired Romashov. During the first half month of the camps, he lost weight, turned black, and his eyes were sunken. However, it was not easy for everyone: both officers and soldiers. We were preparing for the May parade and knew neither mercy nor fatigue. Company commanders spent two or three extra hours on the parade ground to kill their companies. During the exercises, sounds of slaps were heard continuously from all sides, from all companies and platoons. Often from a distance, two hundred paces away, Romashov watched as some enraged company commander began to whip the faces of all his soldiers in turn, from the left to the right flank. First, a silent wave of the hand and - only a second later - the dry crack of a blow, and again, and again, and again... There was a lot of creepy and disgusting in this. Non-commissioned officers severely beat their subordinates for an insignificant mistake in words, for a lost leg during marching - they beat them bloody, knocked out teeth, broke their eardrums with blows to the ear, and knocked them to the ground with their fists. It never occurred to anyone to complain: some kind of general, monstrous, ominous nightmare had set in; some kind of absurd hypnosis took possession of the regiment. And all this was aggravated by the terrible heat. May this year was unusually hot. Everyone's nerves were tense to the last degree. In the officers' meeting during lunches and dinners, absurd disputes, causeless insults, and quarrels broke out more and more often. The soldiers became haggard and looked like idiots. In the rare moments of rest, neither jokes nor laughter were heard from the tents. However, they were still forced to have fun in the evenings, after roll call. And they, gathered in a circle, with indifferent faces, barked indifferently:

For the race soldier
Bullets, bonbons, nothing,
He's friendly with them,
All trinkets for him.

And then they played a dance accordion, and the sergeant major commanded: - Gregorash, Skvortsov, circle! Dance, you sons of bitches!.. Have fun! They danced, but in this dancing, as in the singing, there was something wooden, dead, that made you want to cry. The fifth company alone lived easily and freely. She went to school an hour later than others, and left an hour earlier. The people in it were all well-fed, lively, looking intelligently and boldly into the eyes of all their superiors; even their uniforms and shirts fit them somehow more dapper than in other companies. It was commanded by Captain Stelkovsky, a strange man: a bachelor, quite rich for the regiment - he received about two hundred rubles a month from somewhere - of a very independent character, kept himself dry, withdrawn and distant from his comrades, and in addition a libertine. He lured young, often underage girls from the common people as servants and after a month he sent them home, generously rewarding them with money in his own way, and this continued with him from year to year with incomprehensible regularity. In his company they didn’t fight or even swear, although they weren’t particularly gentle, and yet his company was magnificent appearance and in terms of training she would not be inferior to any guards unit. IN highest degree He possessed patient, cool and confident perseverance and knew how to convey it to his non-commissioned officers. What was achieved in other companies through beatings, punishments, yelling and confusion in a week, he calmly achieved in one day. At the same time, he wasted his words sparingly and rarely raised his voice, but when he spoke, the soldiers turned to stone. His comrades treated him with hostility, but the soldiers truly loved him: perhaps the only example in the entire Russian army. Finally, the fifteenth of May arrived, when, by order of the corps commander, a review was to take place. On this day, in all companies except the fifth, non-commissioned officers raised people at four o'clock. Despite the warm morning, the sleep-deprived, yawning soldiers were shivering in their Kalamyanka shirts. In the joyful light of the pink, cloudless morning, their faces seemed gray, glossy and pitiful. At six o'clock the officers arrived at the companies. The general assembly of the regiment was scheduled for ten o'clock, but not a single company commander, with the exception of Stelkovsky, thought of letting the people sleep and rest before the review. On the contrary, this morning they were especially zealously and fussily hammering words and instructions for shooting into their heads, foul swearing hung especially thickly in the air, and pushing and punching rained down more often than usual. At nine o'clock the companies gathered on the parade ground, about five hundred paces ahead of the camp. Sixteen company soldiers with multi-colored flags on their guns were already standing there in a long straight line, stretching for half a mile. Zhelonerny officer Lieutenant Kovako, one of the main characters today, on horseback, rushed back and forth along this line, leveling it, galloping with a mad cry, loosening the reins, with a hat on the back of his head, all wet and red from effort. His saber was desperately beating against the ribs of the horse, and the thin white horse, all covered with buckwheat from old age and with a thorn on its right eye, convulsively twirled its short tail and made sharp, abrupt sounds like gunshots in time with its ugly gallop. Today, a lot depended on Lieutenant Kovako: according to his orders, all sixteen companies of the regiment had to line up in an impeccable line. At exactly ten minutes to ten the fifth company left the camp. Firmly, with long, frequent strides, from which the ground evenly trembled, these hundred people walked by in front of the entire regiment, all as if they were selected, agile, dashing, straight, all with fresh, cleanly washed faces, with caps pulled jauntily over their right ears. Captain Stelkovsky, a small, thin man in wide trousers, walked casually and out of step, five steps to the side of the right flank, and, squinting cheerfully, tilting his head first to one side or the other, looked closely at the alignment. The battalion commander, Lieutenant Colonel Lech, who, like all the officers, had been in a nervous and confused state of excitement since the morning, was about to come at him shouting for being late to the parade ground, but Stelkovsky calmly took out his watch, looked at it and answered dryly, almost disdainfully: — The order says to gather at ten. Now it's three minutes to ten. I don’t consider myself entitled to starve people in vain. - Don't talk! - Lech yelled, waving his arms and holding up the horse. - Please, geto, remain silent when they make comments about your service!.. But he still realized that he was wrong, and therefore he immediately drove off and fiercely attacked the eighth company, in which the officers were checking the layout of the backpacks: - Geez, what a disgrace! Geto, have you organized a bazaar? A small shop? Geto, go hunting and feed the dogs? What were you thinking before! Get dressed! At a quarter past ten they began to align the companies. It was a long, painstaking and painful task. From zheloner to zheloner they pulled long ropes tightly onto the pegs. Each soldier in the first rank had to touch the rope with mathematical precision with the very tips of his socks - this was a special drill chic. But this was still not enough; it was required that a rifle butt be placed in the alignment of the deployed toes and that the inclination of all soldiers' bodies be the same. And the company commanders lost their temper, shouting: “Ivanov, bring your corps forward! Burchenko, put your right shoulder in the field! Left toe back! More!.." At half past ten the regimental commander arrived. Beneath him was a huge, prominent bay gelding, all dark dappled, all four legs white to the knees. Colonel Shulgovich had an impressive, almost majestic appearance on his horse and sat firmly, although too infantry-style, on stirrups that were too short. Greeting the regiment, he shouted bravely, with feigned cheerful enthusiasm: - Great, handsome guys!.. Romashov remembered his fourth platoon and especially the frail, infantile figure of Khlebnikov and could not help but smile: “There is nothing to say, they are handsome!” At the sound of regimental music playing at the meeting, the banners were brought out. The agonizing wait began. Far ahead, all the way to the station, where they were waiting for the corps commander, stretched a chain of wagons, which were supposed to signal the arrival of the authorities. False alarms were raised several times. The pegs and ropes were hastily pulled out, the regiment straightened out, pulled itself up, and froze in anticipation - but several difficult minutes passed, and the people were again allowed to stand freely, just not to change the position of their feet. Ahead, three hundred paces from the formation, ladies' dresses, umbrellas and hats were full of bright multi-colored spots: there stood the ladies of the regiment, gathered to watch the parade. Romashov knew perfectly well that Shurochka was not in this bright, festive group, but when he looked there, every time something sweetly ached near his heart, and he wanted to breathe often from a strange, causeless excitement. Suddenly, like the wind, one hurried a short word: “He’s going, he’s going!” It somehow immediately became clear to everyone that a real, serious moment had arrived. The soldiers, twitchy and nervous in the morning, themselves, without orders, fussily straightened out, twitched and coughed restlessly. - Smirrna! Geloners, in your place! - Shulgovich commanded. Squinting his eyes to the right, Romashov saw, far at the very edge of the field, a small crowded group of small horsemen, who were quickly approaching the line in light clouds of yellowish dust. Shulgovich, with a stern and inspired face, rode away from the middle of the regiment to a distance at least four times greater than required. Flaunting the heavy beauty of his techniques, raising his silver beard upward, looking at the black motionless mass of the regiment with a menacing, joyful and desperate look, he began to sing in a voice that rolled across the entire field: - Po-olk, listen! Na crraaaa... He paused on purpose for a long time, as if enjoying his enormous power over these hundreds of people and wanting to prolong this instant pleasure, and suddenly, all red from the effort, with the veins straining in his neck, he barked with all his chest:-...street!.. One-two! They clasped their hands on their gun belts, and the bolts clattered on the buckles of their belts. From the right flank the sounds of an oncoming march rushed sharply, cheerfully and clearly. Like playful, laughing children, the playful flutes and clarinets ran in a crowd, the high copper trumpets screamed and sang with victorious triumph, the dull beats of the drum hurried their brilliant run, and the heavy trombones, which could not keep up with it, affectionately grumbled in thick, calm, velvety voices. At the station a locomotive whistled long, thinly and clearly, and this new soft sound, intertwined with the triumphant brass sounds of the orchestra, merged with it into one wonderful, joyful harmony. Some kind of cheerful, bold wave suddenly picked up Romashov, easily and sweetly lifting him on itself. With soulful and cheerful clarity, he immediately saw the blue sky, pale from the heat, and the golden light of the sun trembling in the air, and the warm greenery of the distant field - as if he had not noticed them before - and suddenly he felt young, strong, agile, proud from the knowledge that he too belongs to this slender, motionless, powerful mass of people, mysteriously bound by one invisible will... Shulgovich, holding a naked saber close to his face, galloped towards him at a heavy gallop. Through the rudely cheerful, warlike sounds of music, the calm, round voice of the general was heard: - Great, first company! The soldiers shouted unanimously, diligently and loudly. And again the locomotive whistled at the station - this time abruptly, briefly and precisely with enthusiasm. Greeting the companies in turn, the corps commander slowly rode along the front. Already Romashov clearly saw his heavy, swollen figure with large transverse folds of his jacket under the chest and on his fat belly, and a large square face, addressed to the soldiers, and a dandy saddle cloth with red monograms on a prominent gray horse, and bone martingale rings, and a small foot in a low patent leather boot. - Great, sixth! People around Romashov screamed exaggeratedly loudly, as if they were bursting with their own scream. The general sat confidently and casually on the horse, and she, with bloodshot kind eyes, beautifully arching her neck, juicily crunching the iron of the mouthpiece in her mouth and dropping light white foam from her muzzle, walked with a frequent, dancing, flexible step. “His temples are gray and his mustache is black, it must be waxed,” a quick thought flashed through Romashov’s mind. Through his golden glasses, the corps commander carefully peered with his dark, very young, intelligent and mocking eyes into each pair of eyes glaring at him. So he caught up with Romashov and put his hand to the visor of his cap. Romashov stood, all stretched out, with tense leg muscles, tightly, painfully, squeezing the hilt of the saber lowered down. Devoted, happy delight suddenly ran like a chill through the outer parts of his arms and legs, covering them with hard pimples. And, looking relentlessly into the face of the corps commander, he thought to himself, in his naive childhood habit: “The eyes of the combat general rested with pleasure on the slender, thin figure of the young second lieutenant.” The corps commander traveled around all the companies in this manner, greeting each one. Behind him, a retinue moved in a discordant, brilliant group: about fifteen staff officers on beautiful, well-groomed horses. Romashov looked at them with the same devoted eyes, but none of the retinue turned to look at the second lieutenant: all these parades, meetings with music, these excitements of little infantry officers were a familiar, long-boring thing for them. And Romashov, with vague envy and hostility, felt that these arrogant people were living some special, beautiful, higher life inaccessible to him. Someone from a distance signaled to the music to stop playing. The corps commander rode at a fast trot from the left flank to the right along the regimental line, and behind him stretched out his retinue in a varied, exciting, colorful, elegant line. Colonel Shulgovich galloped up to the first company. Tightening the reins of his bay gelding, leaning his corpulent body backwards, he shouted in that unnaturally fierce, frightened and hoarse voice in which fire chiefs shout at fires: - Captain Osadchy! Bring out the company! Alive!.. The regimental commander and Osadchy had a constant love competition in their voices during all exercises. And now even in the sixteenth company Osadchy’s dandy metal command could be heard: - Company, on the shoulder! Align with the middle, march at a step! In his company, through long, hard work, a special, extremely rare and firm step was developed during marching, and the soldiers raised their legs very high and threw them to the ground with force. This came out loud and impressive and was the envy of other company commanders. But before the first company had time to take even fifty steps, the corps commander’s impatient cry was heard: - What is it? Stop the company. Stop it! Company commander, please come to me. What are you showing here? What is this: a funeral procession? Torchzug? Sliding soldiers? Marching in three tempos? Now, captain, don't Nicholas times when they served for twenty-five years. How many extra days did you spend on this corps de ballet! Have a precious day! Osadchy stood in front of him, tall, motionless, gloomy, with his naked saber lowered down. The general was silent for a while and continued more calmly, with a sad and mocking expression: — I suppose people are completely taken aback by the steps? Eh, you Aniki warriors. And ask you... yes, excuse me, what is this young man’s last name? The general pointed his finger at the second soldier from the right flank. “Ignatiy Mikhailov, your Excellency,” Osadchy answered in an indifferent, soldierly wooden bass. - Good with. What do you know about him? Is he single? Married? Does he have children? Maybe he has some kind of grief there in the village? Trouble? Needy? What? - I can’t know, Your Excellency. One hundred people. It's hard to remember. - It's hard to remember! - the general repeated bitterly. - Oh, gentlemen, gentlemen! It is said in the scripture: do not quench the spirit, but what are you doing? After all, this most holy, gray brute, when it comes to battle, will cover you with her chest, carry you out of the fire on her shoulders, in the cold she will cover you with her holey greatcoat, but you - I don’t know. And, instantly irritated, nervously and needlessly fingering the reins, the general shouted over Osadchy’s head at the regimental commander: - Colonel, remove this company. And I won't watch. Remove it, remove it now! Parsley! Cardboard clowns! Cast iron brains! This is where the failure of the regiment began. The fatigue and intimidation of the soldiers, the senseless cruelty of the non-commissioned officers, the callous, routine and negligent attitude of the officers towards service - all this was clear, but shamefully revealed at the review. In the second company, people did not know “Our Father”; in the third, the officers themselves got confused when they were in loose formation; in the fourth, some soldier became ill during rifle maneuvers. And most importantly, not a single company had any idea about techniques against unexpected cavalry attacks, although they prepared for them and knew their importance. These techniques were invented and put into practice by the corps commander himself and consisted of quick changes of formation, which each time required resourcefulness, quick acumen and broad personal initiative from the commanders. And all the companies, except the fifth, attacked them one by one. After looking at the company, the general removed all the officers and non-commissioned officers from the ranks and asked the people if they were happy with everything, were they getting everything according to their position, were there any complaints or complaints? But the soldiers barked in unison that they were “exactly so, happy with everything.” When they asked the first company, Romashov heard the sergeant major of his company, Rynda, speaking behind him in a hissing and threatening voice: - Someone make a claim to me! I’ll make a claim to him later! But the fifth company showed itself even more magnificently. The smart, fresh people went through the company drill with such a light, cheerful and lively step, with such dexterity and freedom, that it seemed that the review was not a terrible exam for them, but some kind of fun and not at all difficult fun. The general was still frowning, but he had already said to them: “Okay, guys!” - this is the first time during the entire show. Using techniques against cavalry attacks, Stelkovsky finally won over the corps commander. The general himself pointed out the enemy to him with sudden, quick phrases: “Cavalry on the right, eight hundred steps,” and Stelkovsky, without being lost for a second, immediately and calmly stopped the company, turned it to face the imaginary enemy galloping in the quarry, closed, saving time, platoons - the lead one kneeling, the second standing - assigned a sight, fired two or three imaginary volleys and then commanded: “At hand!” “Great, brothers! Thank you, well done!” - the general praised. After the survey, the company again lined up in deployed formation. But the general hesitated to let her go. Driving quietly along the front, he peered inquisitively, with special interest, into the soldiers’ faces, and a thin, contented smile shone through the glasses in his intelligent eyes under heavy, swollen eyelids. Suddenly he stopped his horse and turned back to his chief of staff: - No, look, Colonel, what their faces look like! Are you feeding them pies, captain? Listen, hey, thick-horned one,” he pointed with a movement of his chin at one soldier, “is your name Koval?” - It’s so sickening, Your Excellency, Mikhaila Boriychuk! - the soldier shouted cheerfully, with a satisfied childish smile. - Look, I thought it was Koval. Well, that means I was mistaken,” the general joked. - It's nothing you can do. It didn’t work...” he added a cheerful, cynical phrase. The soldier's face completely broke into a stupid and joyful smile. - No way, Your Excellency! - he shouted even louder. “So I took up blacksmithing in my village.” He was a farrier. - Oh, you see! - The general nodded his head friendly. He was proud of his knowledge of the soldier. - What, captain, do you have him? good soldier? - Very good. “I have them all good,” Stelkovsky answered in his usual, self-confident tone. The general's eyebrows trembled angrily, but his lips smiled, and this made his whole face become kind and senile-sweet. - Well, it’s you, captain, it seems that... Are there any fines? - Not a single one, Your Excellency. For the fifth year, none. The general leaned heavily on his saddle and extended his plump hand in a white, unfastened glove to Stelkovsky. “Thank you very much, my dear,” he said in a trembling voice, and his eyes suddenly sparkled with tears. He, like many eccentric military generals, sometimes liked to cry. - Thank you, you consoled the old man. Thank you, heroes! - he energetically shouted to the company. Thanks to good impression, left by Stelkovsky, the review of the sixth company went relatively well. The general did not praise, but did not scold either. However, the sixth company was disgraced when the soldiers began to stab straw effigies sewn into wooden frames. - Not like that, not like that, not like that, not like that! — the corps commander got excited, twitching in the saddle. - Not at all like that! Brothers, listen to me. Stab from the heart, to the very middle, with a bayonet to the pipe. Get angry! You are not putting bread in the oven, but stabbing the enemy... The other companies failed one after another. The corps commander even stopped worrying and making his characteristic, biting remarks and sat on his horse, silent, hunched over, with a bored face. He didn’t look at the fifteenth and sixteenth companies at all, but only said with disgust, wearily waving his hand: - Well, these are... some kind of bastards. All that remained was the ceremonial march. The entire regiment was brought into a close, closed column, half a company. Again the zheloners jumped forward and stretched out against the right flank, marking the line of movement. It became unbearably hot. People were exhausted from the stuffiness and heavy fumes own bodies, crowded in a small space, from the smell of boots, shag, dirty human skin and black bread digested by the stomach. But before the ceremonial march, everyone was encouraged. The officers almost begged the soldiers: “Brothers, try to pass well in front of the corps. Do not disgrace." And in this treatment of superiors with subordinates there was now something ingratiating, insecure and guilty. It was as if the anger of such an unattainably tall person as a corps commander suddenly crushed both officer and soldier with a common weight, depersonalized and equalized them and made them to the same degree scared, confused and pitiful. - Regiment, smirrrna... Musicians, on the line! - Shulgovich’s command came from afar. And all one and a half thousand people stirred for a second with a dull, hasty murmur and suddenly became motionless, stretched out nervously and cautiously. Shulgovich was not visible. His loud, booming voice came again: - Regiment, on the shoulder-o-o!.. Four battalion commanders, turning on horseback to their units, ordered randomly: “Battalion, on the shoulder...” and intensely fixed their eyes on the regimental commander. Somewhere far ahead, a regiment flashed in the air and a saber sank down. This was the signal for the general command, and four battalion commanders cried out at once:-...what! The regiment raised its guns discordantly with a dull rattling sound. Somewhere bayonets clanged. Then Shulgovich, drawing out his words in an exaggerated manner, solemnly, sternly, joyfully and loudly, at the top of his huge lungs, commanded: - To the ce-re-mo-ni-al-no-march!.. Now all sixteen company commanders are out of place and false, in different voices sang: - To the ceremonial march! And somewhere, at the tail of the column, one lagging company commander shouted, after the others, in a slurred and bashful voice, without finishing the command: “To the cerial...” and immediately broke off timidly. - Popo-lu-rotna-ah! - Shulgovich rolled out. - Half a mouthful! - the company commanders immediately picked up. - At two-platoon-one distance! - Shulgovich burst into tears. - At two-platoon range!.. - Regard to rights! - Turn right! - repeated the multi-voiced motley echo. Shulgovich waited two or three seconds and abruptly said: - First half-company - step! Silently coming through the dense ranks, creeping low along the very ground, Osadchy’s thick command was heard ahead: - First half-company. Alignment to the right. Step... arsh! The regimental drummers thundered in unison ahead. It was visible from behind how the correct long line and swayed evenly in the air. - Second half company, straight ahead! - Romashov heard Archakovsky’s high, womanish voice. And the other line of bayonets, leaving, hesitated. The sound of the drums became duller and quieter, as if he were sinking down into the ground, and suddenly a cheerful, shining, sharply beautiful wave of the orchestra flew at him, crushing and knocking him down. The regimental music picked up the tempo, and the entire regiment immediately came to life and pulled itself up: their heads rose higher, their bodies straightened out, their gray, tired faces brightened. One after another, half companies departed, and each time the sounds of the regimental march became brighter, more excited and joyful. The last half-company of the first battalion has left. Lieutenant Colonel Lech moved forward on a bony black horse, accompanied by Olizar. Both have their checkers raised up with their hands at face level. Stelkovsky’s calm and, as always, casual command can be heard. High above the bayonets, the flagpole smoothly rose. Captain Plum stepped forward - hunched over, flabby, looking around the formation with watery bulging eyes, long-armed, looking like a big old boring monkey. - F-first half-company... r-directly! With a light and dashing step, Romashov comes out in front of the middle of his half-company. Something blissful, beautiful and proud grows in his soul. He quickly glances over the faces of the first rank. “The old grunt looked around his veterans with a falcon’s gaze,” a pompous phrase flashes in his head while he himself famously intones: - Second half-ro-ota... “One, two!” - Romashov thinks mentally and keeps time with just the toes of his boots. "We need to left leg. Left, right." And with happy face, throwing his head back, he shouts in a high tenor, ringing across the entire field:- Straight! And, having already turned, as if on a spring, on one leg, he, without turning back, adds melodiously and two tones lower: - Move to the right! The beauty of the moment intoxicates him. For a second it seems to him that this music is showering him with waves of such a burning, dazzling light and that copper, jubilant screams are falling from above, from the sky, from the sun. Just like before, when we met, a sweet, trembling cold runs through his body and makes his skin hard and raises and moves the hair on his head. The fifth company shouted together, in time with the music, responding to the general’s praise. Freed from the living barrier of human bodies, as if rejoicing in freedom, the bright sounds of the march ran louder and more cheerfully towards Romashov. Now the second lieutenant very clearly sees in front and to his right the heavy figure of the general on a gray horse, the motionless retinue behind him, and even further away a multi-colored group of ladies' dresses, which in the dazzling midday light seem like some kind of fabulous, burning flowers. And to the left, the golden singing trumpets of the orchestra shine, and Romashov feels that an invisible magical thread stretches between the general and the music, which is both joyful and eerie to cross. But the first half-company had already entered this line. - Okay, guys! — the satisfied voice of the corps commander is heard. - Ah-ah-ah! - the soldiers pick up in high, happy voices. The sounds of music burst forward even louder. “Oh dear! - Romashov thinks with emotion about the general. - Good girl! Now Romashov is alone. Smoothly and elastically, barely touching the ground with his feet, he approaches the cherished line. His head is boldly thrown back and turned to the left with a proud challenge. Throughout his body he has such a feeling of lightness and freedom, as if he had received the unexpected ability to fly. And, recognizing himself as the object of general admiration, the beautiful center of the whole world, he says to himself in some kind of rosy, enthusiastic dream: “Look, look, it’s Romashov coming.” “The ladies’ eyes sparkled with delight.” One, two, left!.. “Ahead of the half-company, a handsome young second lieutenant walked with a graceful gait.” Left, right!.. “Colonel Shulgovich, your Romashov is a delight,” said the corps commander, “I would like to have him as my adjutant.” Left... Another second, another moment - and Romashov crosses the enchanted thread. The music sounds crazy, heroic, fiery triumph. “Now he’ll praise me,” Romashov thinks, and his soul is filled with a festive glow. The voice of the corps commander is heard, here is the voice of Shulgovich, and someone else’s voices... “Of course, the general praised him, but why didn’t the soldiers answer? Someone is shouting from behind, from the ranks... What happened?” Romashov turned back and turned pale. His entire half-company, instead of two straight, orderly lines, was an ugly crowd, broken in all directions, crowded together like a flock of sheep. This happened because the second lieutenant, intoxicated with his delight and his ardent dreams, did not notice how step by step he moved from the middle to the right, pressing at the same time on half the company, and finally found himself on its right flank, crushing and upsetting the general movement. Romashov saw and understood all this in one moment, as short as a thought, just as he saw Private Khlebnikov, who was hobbling alone, twenty paces behind the line, right in front of the general’s eyes. He fell as he walked and now, covered in dust, was catching up with his half-company, bent low under the weight of the ammunition, as if running on all fours, holding the gun by the middle in one hand, and helplessly wiping his nose with the other hand. It suddenly seemed to Romashov that the shining May day immediately darkened, that a dead, alien weight, like a sandy mountain, lay on his shoulders, and that the music began to play dullly and dullly. And he himself felt small, weak, ugly, with sluggish movements, with heavy, awkward, tangled legs. The regimental adjutant was already flying towards him. Fedorovsky's face was red and distorted with anger, lower jaw jumped. He was choking from anger and from the rapid jump. From afar, he began to scream furiously, choking and choking on the words: - Second lieutenant... Romashov... The regiment commander announces you... the severest reprimand... For seven days... to the guardhouse... to the division headquarters... A disgrace, a scandal... The whole regiment is about and! .Boy! Romashov did not answer him, did not even turn his head towards him. Well, of course he has the right to swear! So the soldiers heard the adjutant shouting at him. “Well, well, let them hear, that’s what I need, and let them do it,” Romashov thought with acute self-hatred. “Everything is lost for me now.” I'll shoot myself. I am forever disgraced. Everything, everything is lost for me. I’m funny, I’m small, I have a pale, ugly face, some kind of ridiculous face, more disgusting than all the faces in the world. Everything is lost! The soldiers walk behind me, look at my back and laugh, and nudge each other with their elbows. Or maybe they feel sorry for me? No, I will definitely, definitely shoot myself!” Half companies, moving quite far from the corps commander, one after another turned with their left shoulder and returned to old place, where they started moving from. Here they were reorganized into a deployed company formation. While the rear units were approaching, the people were allowed to stand freely, and the officers left their places to warm up and smoke from their sleeves. Romashov alone remained in the middle of the front, on the right flank of his half-company. With the end of his naked saber, he was intently picking at the ground at his feet, and although he did not raise his bowed head, he felt that curious, mocking and contemptuous glances were directed at him from all sides. Captain Sliva walked past Romashov and, without stopping, without looking at him, as if talking to himself, he growled hoarsely, with restrained anger, through clenched teeth: - To-day, if you please, submit a report on the t-transfer to another company. Then Vetkin came up. In his bright, kind eyes and in the corners of his downturned lips, Romashov read that disgusted and pitiful expression with which people look at a dog crushed by a train. And at the same time, Romashov himself felt with disgust a kind of meaningless, dull smile on his face. “Let’s go have a smoke, Yuri Alekseich,” said Vetkin. And, smacking his tongue and shaking his head, he added with annoyance:- Eh, my dear!.. Romashov’s chin began to shake, and his larynx felt bitter and tight. Barely restraining himself from sobbing, he answered in the broken, strangled voice of an offended child: - No really... what can I say... I don’t want... Vetkin stepped aside. “I’ll take it now, come up and hit Plum on the cheek,” a desperate thought flashed through Romashov’s mind for no apparent reason. - Or I’ll go up to the corps and say: “Shame on you, old man, to play toy soldiers and torment people. Let them rest. Because of you, soldiers were beaten for two weeks.” But suddenly he remembered his recent proud dreams of a slender, handsome second lieutenant, of ladies' delight, of pleasure in the eyes of a military general - and he felt so ashamed that he instantly blushed not only with his face, but even with his chest and back. “You are a funny, despicable, disgusting person! - he shouted to himself mentally. “Everybody know that I will shoot myself today!” The viewing was over. The companies paraded several more times in front of the corps commander: first at a walk, then at a run, then in a closed column with guns at the ready. The general seemed to soften a little and praised the soldiers several times. It was already about four o'clock. Finally the regiment was stopped and the people were ordered to stand at ease. The staff bugler sounded the “call of the chiefs.” - Gentlemen, officers, to the corps commander! — swept through the ranks. The officers broke ranks and surrounded the corps commander in a solid ring. He sat on his horse, hunched over, slumped over, apparently very tired, but his intelligent, narrowed, swollen eyes looked lively and mockingly through his gold glasses. “I’ll be brief,” he spoke abruptly and seriously. - The regiment is no good. I don’t scold the soldiers, I blame the commanders. The coachman is bad - and the horses do not carry. I don’t see a heart in you, a reasonable understanding of caring for people. Remember firmly: “Blessed is he who lays down his life for his friends.” And you have only one thought - just to please your superiors at the review. People were spun around like carriage horses. The officers look shabby and wild, like sextons in uniforms. However, you will read about this in my order. One warrant officer, it seems from the sixth or seventh company, lost his rank and made a mess of the company. Ashamed! I don’t require steps at three tempos, but an eye and calmness above all. "About me!" - Romashov thought with horror, and it seemed to him that everyone standing here simultaneously turned to look at him. But no one moved. Everyone stood silent, dejected and motionless, not taking their eyes off the general’s face. — To the commander of the fifth company, my warmest thanks! - continued the corps commander. -Where are you, captain? And here! — the general, somewhat theatrically, raised his cap above his head with both hands, exposed his bald, powerful skull, converging in a lump above his forehead, and bowed low to Stelkovsky. “I thank you again and shake your hand with pleasure.” If God allows my corps to fight under my command,” the general’s eyes blinked and lit up with tears, “then remember, captain, I will entrust the first dangerous task to you.” And now, gentlemen, my respects, sir. You are free, I will be glad to see you another time, but in a different order. Give way to the horse. “Your Excellency,” Shulgovich stepped forward, “I dare to propose, on behalf of the society of gentlemen officers, to dine in our meeting.” We will... - No, why not! - the general interrupted him dryly. - Thank you very much, I was invited today to Count Ledochovsky. Through the wide road, cleared by the officers, he galloped towards the regiment. The people themselves, without orders, perked up, stood up and fell silent. - Thank you, N-tsy! - the general shouted firmly and affably. - I give you two days of rest. And now...” he raised his voice cheerfully, “let’s run through the tents!” Hooray! It seemed that with this short cry he immediately pushed the entire regiment. With a deafening joyful roar, one and a half thousand people rushed into different sides, and the earth shook and rumbled under their feet. Romashov separated from the officers who were returning to the city in a crowd and took a long road through the camp. At those moments he felt like some kind of pitiful renegade, thrown out of regimental family, some kind of unpleasant person, alien to everyone, and not even an adult, but a nasty, vicious and ugly boy. As he walked behind the tents of his company, along the officer's line, someone's muffled but angry cry attracted his attention. He stopped for a minute and in the gap between the tents he saw his sergeant-major Rynda, a small, red-faced, apoplectic, strong man, who, furiously and swearing obscenely, was hitting Khlebnikov in the face with his fists. Khlebnikov had a dark, stupid, confused face, and animal horror shone in his senseless eyes. His head shook pitifully from one side to the other, and you could hear how his jaws loudly clicked against each other with each blow. Romashov hurriedly, almost running, passed by. He did not have the strength to stand up for Klebnikov. And at the same time, he painfully felt that his own fate and the fate of this unfortunate, downtrodden, tortured soldier were somehow strangely, closely and disgustingly intertwined that day. It was as if they were two cripples, suffering from the same disease and arousing in people the same disgust. And although this consciousness of the sameness of positions inspired Romashov with prickly shame and disgust, there was also something extraordinary, deep, truly human in it.

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• Of course, the success of the film could not take place without the wonderful music and songs of Alexander Gradsky, which he performed.
• Lucrezia was to be sent to Valencia, where, after six months, she was to take place wedding.
• Then it should have take place procession, and the body was burned on a funeral pyre laid out on the Campus Martius.
• Before opening I had to take place gala concert.
• All three made it through safely final round who should have take place the 25th of October.
• The Reichstag meeting, which was scheduled for January 30 and then postponed, must take place February 20th.
• Unfortunately, the meeting of these two people was never destined take place.
• Therefore, sooner or later the battle for the Bosphorus and the Sea of ​​Marmara had to take place.
• I received a telegram about the arrival of General Denikin in Rostov, where at the station there was supposed to be take place meeting with army commanders.
• Elections were due take place in just two weeks.
• At the end of April it was supposed to take place Pugacheva's concert in Stavropol, at the Palace of Trade Unions.
• Soon it would be take place housewarming party, but Dunaevsky suddenly died.
• Obviously, without Yeltsin’s personal participation, such an appointment take place couldn't.
• But this meeting was not destined take place: On April 28, 1994, Borisov died.
• Then I had to take place gala premiere of the film "Circus".
• Hovakimyan was released on bail of fifty thousand dollars, and was subject to take place court.
• The premiere was supposed to take place in English "Crystal Palace".
• The premiere of the play was to take place in the fall, but our hero did not live to see it.
• The landing in Northern Norway was to take place around March 17th.
• And, of course, the duel had to take place because of a woman.
• It should have take place at the beginning of 1961.
• Execution could take place only if the Sultan signs the death warrant.
• Meeting and conversation of our prominent politician with Amin should have take place at our ambassador's residence.
• The enthronement was supposed to be take place May 25.
• In 1956 they should have take place elections that would unite the Vietnamese under the banner of their elected government.
• After the second and third tests, it began to seem to me that a partnership alliance with Papanov could take place.
• In February 1902 it was supposed to be take place in Kyiv a meeting of Iskrists, agents of the foreign center.
• The wedding was supposed to take place in Nikolaev, where Andrei Vasilyevich had his own mansion.
• They say that a man to take place, must give birth to a son, build a house and plant a tree.
• And he again meets him halfway and promises his full support for general meeting troupe, which should take place 5 May.
• It, as I already said, according to the law should not have take place.
• Our wedding was supposed to be take place in the autumn of 1911.
• The conversation was finally due take place, we couldn’t just stand there silently and stare at each other.
• This meeting was not destined take place.
• But tea receptions in the Vatican, one of which was supposed to take place Edda's debut was by no means famous for this.
• The next competition for this position was take place in July.
• The concert was supposed to take place 10th of November.
• During the day I should have take place her rehearsal in the Oktyabrsky hall, but Pugacheva canceled it, citing poor health.
• This ball was supposed to take place on the twentieth of December.
• Then I had to take place gala premiere of "Circus".
• Should have take place at least three flights.
• The Reichstag was again dissolved and re-elections were due take place September 14, 1930.
• Accompanied by a solemn procession, the Spaniards walked to the palace of Montezuma Azayacatl's father, where he was to take place reception
• Lenin did not mention at what point he should take place transition to a socialist government.
• Talking to my wife on the phone, I warned her that the performance we were looking forward to might not happen. take place.
• At the table they discussed Hess's flight, which was supposed to take place Today.
• Tomorrow they were supposed to take place complex training, but it was postponed again to Saturday, March 15th.
• Thus, the Congress of Commissioners was supposed to take place in Copenhagen.
• It goes without saying that my Tiflis concert should take place until the end of the opera season or not at all take place.
• On the eve of the game I should have take place decisive coaching advice.

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926 The Second Republic was proclaimed in France and a Provisional Government was formed

February 1848

927A decree was adopted guaranteeing workers the right to work

February

928 Dupont de l'Her was elected Chairman of the Provisional Government, but in fact became its head

Lamartine.

Executive Commission

Barricade constituent Assembly transferred full power to General Cavaignac.

Depressed.

Constitution of the Second Republic

933 Presidential elections

December 1848

934 Napoleon Bonaparte's nephew wins

Louis Bonaparte.

935 Having become president, Louis Napoleon put in charge of the government monarchist Odillon Barrault

936.Bonapartist conspirators led by the president committed coup d'etat

December 1851

937 Louis Napoleon was proclaimed Emperor of the French under the name

Napoleon III.

938 Result political struggle in France there was an establishment

Second Empire

939 With Napoleon coming to power III policy France has become

More active.

940 Crimean War

941 By the second half of the 60s, France found itself in

Isolation.

942 After 1867, relations deteriorated sharply

France and Prussia.

943 The war has begun

July 1870

Prussia

945 French Minister of War

Leboeuf

946 The French faced a disaster in

August 1870

947 Captured together with the emperor

Thousand Human.

948 The revolution has begun

September 1870

949 France declared a republic

950 The Germans approached the capital of France from all sides, where the troops were led by

Trochu

October 1870

952 The French army ceased to exist

January 1871

953 The first chancellor of the new state was

Otto von Bismarck.

National Assembly .

955 National Assembly, headed by an experienced politician

Louis Adolphe Thiers.

City government

957 Elected to the Council of the Commune of Paris

Human

958 New power got the name

Parisian commune.

959 The leaders of the Commune were workers

Leo Frankel, Louis Eugene Varlin, teacher Louise Michel, Polish revolutionary Jaroslaw Dombrowski.

960 The Commune proclaimed

Separation of church and state.

961 The leadership of the Commune carried out a number of economic and social

transformations:

Fines are prohibited, rent arrears are cancelled, and fixed prices for goods are established.

962 The Commune proclaimed the basic principles of its policy

Refusal of militarism and wars of conquest.

"bloody week"

964 Paris Commune survived

965 Political situation in France after the defeat Paris Commune was

Complex.

966 Monarchical factions -

Orleanists, Legitimists, Bonapartists - competed in the struggle for power.

967 France of those years was called

"Republic of the Dukes"

968 An Orléanist was elected as the first president of the republic.

Thiers.

969 Thiers resigned in

970 The National Assembly elected Marshal President

McMahon.

971 After MacMahon's resignation, he was elected president

Jules Grevy.

Bastille Day was declared a national holiday.

973 Republicans set

Freedom of the press.

974 In the 80-90s they increased

Indirect taxes.

975 In 1899 it was created

Coalition government of republican concentration

976 G. Galife for the first time in the history of the Third Republic a socialist entered

A. Millerand.

977 By the end of the nineteenth and beginning of the twentieth century. French economy

Develops slowly

978 In France began to spread special type bourgeois

Rentier

979 At the end of the 19th - beginning of the 20th centuries. France is on the rise

Strike movement

980 In 1895, trade unions and labor exchanges merged into a single organization General Confederation of Labor (CGT).

Germany XIX-XX centuries

981.In 1815-1848 V German states happened fast development

Capitalist relations

982. In Western and Southwestern Germany they acquired a wide scale

Stratification of the peasantry, creation of large farms and ruin of the peasants

983. For the economic unification of individual states great importance

The German Customs Union was created on the initiative of Prussia in 1834

984. In the 30s and 40s, there was

Industrial Revolution

Revolution in Prussia

986. King Frederick William IV was forced to give

Essay-essay based on the text: explain the phrase 22. I should have understood the pain... 23. This cannot be neglected 1. On this day

On the seashore, Zybin finally got a crab. 2. The crab was terribly large and flat, and if you looked closely you could see bumps and spines, some kind of seams, jagged combs. 3. If you dry it, it will probably make a wonderful souvenir. 4. The crab sat under the bed for a week. 5. He kept sitting in the same place, near the foot of the bed, and when someone leaned over him, he put his jagged claw forward with menacing impotence. 6. On the third day, foam appeared near the mustache, but when Zybin touched it, the crab painfully pricked his finger until it bled. 7. Then Zybin pushed the crab with his foot to the very wall - so he sat there at first, and then lay 8. On the fifth day, his eyes were covered with a white film, but as soon as Zybin touched him, he threw forward the same terrible and helpless claw . 9. Something like mold also appeared on the shell. 10. On the seventh day, Zybin said to Lelya in the morning: 11. “I can’t do it anymore; I’ll let him out in the evening.” 12. She answered: 13. “And I’ll go with you.” 14. They agreed to meet on the embankment. 15. When it got dark and she approached the sea, he was already sitting and waiting for her. 16. The crab was in his hat. 17. Zybin said: 18. “I never thought that such a beast was sitting inside me.” 19. “Doom someone to painful and slow dying. 20. I would never have believed that I was capable of such a thing.” 21. I thought I would sit and sleep like a fish 22. I should have understood the pain... 23. This cannot be neglected. 24. “Listen,” Lena interrupted him, bending over her hat, 25. Another day and he would be ready.” 26. He rolled up his trousers to his knees and entered the water. 27. “Yes,” he said 28. Of course 29. But I can’t do any more. 30. Every bestiality has some natural limit. 31. And I crossed it. 32. He leaned over the water and knocked over his hat. 33. Under the light of a flashlight, light picturesque shadows of waves ran across the white underwater sand. 34. The crab fell on its back and remained there. 35. Mert said Lena, raising her extremely discouraged gaze. 36. Yes, he said heavily. 37. It's late. 38. Just yesterday... 39. Look, look! 40. The legs started working first. 41. The crab turned over, slowly rose with difficulty, 42. stood up, resting and moving away. 43. He stood tall... and gained strength. 44. And somehow all the white spots immediately disappeared. 45. He will live - said Zybin. 46. ​​Some small fish swam by, sparkled with a blue spark and burned in the lantern’s beam. 47. Then the crab moved. 48. He walked clumsily, like a tank. 49. He walked and staggered slightly, 50. walked and stopped a little. 51. He will live - said Zybin

Among sentences 17-19, find a complex non-union sentence. Write the number of this offer.

17) If mother was delayed, Kolka and father felt somehow surprisingly unsettled, as if they were sitting at the station waiting for a train that was late and it was unknown when it was supposed to arrive. (18) Mom’s return from work instantly transformed everything: lights came on everywhere, hunger was satisfied, the room became cozy and clean... (19) In a word, mom knew how to make everything that father and Kolka needed achievable.

Write an essay, but don’t copy it from somewhere else! Preferably quickly. Write an essay-reasoning, revealing the meaning of the statement

writer Konstantin Aleksandrovich Fedin: “The accuracy of the word is not only a requirement of style, a requirement of taste, but, above all, a requirement of meaning.” To justify your answer, give 2 examples from the text you read. When giving examples, indicate numbers necessary proposals or use citation.

You can write a paper in scientific or journalistic style, revealing the topic using linguistic material. You can start your essay with the words of K.A. Fedin. The essay must be at least 70 words.

Text for examples:

(1) No one called Kolka’s mother by her first name or patronymic; everyone, even the boys, simply called her Lelya. (2) “When our Lelya comes home from work, we’ll show you!” - they shouted to the volleyball players in the neighboring yard. (3) And Kolka walked proudly, as if he himself knew how to extinguish so that all the players on the other side of the net timidly squatted. (4) It was as if he himself knew how to take the most difficult balls, and served in such a way that the ball flew like a swift black ball a few millimeters above the net, miraculously managing not to hit it.

(5) Father was much older than mother. (6) He didn’t know how to play volleyball, swam an outlandish butterfly style and ski as well as his mother could. (7) And for some reason his mother did not force him to learn all this. (8) But she taught him to wear a sports T-shirt with the collar open, take a long walk before going to bed, and do morning exercises. (9) She also taught her father to referee volleyball matches. (10) And when my father sat down on the side near the net with a whistle in his mouth, he also seemed to Kolka, and maybe to everyone else, a very young man, age disappeared somewhere... (11) And in those minutes I also wanted to call him just by name. (12) Although no one called him that. (13) But following his mother, they respectfully called him: “Oh, the fairest of the fair!” (14) And father’s whistle was a law for athletes.

(15) And at home my mother was the judge. (16) She never blew a loud whistle, never reminded people out loud about the rules of life, but her father and Kolka always cheerfully and voluntarily obeyed her decisions, because these decisions were fair. (17) If mother was delayed, Kolka and father felt somehow surprisingly unsettled, as if they were sitting at the station waiting for an approaching train, which was late and it was unknown when it was due

3. Determine in which sentence the error was made,

and fix it.
a) Now she realized that Anna could not be in
fishing and that her charm consisted precisely in this...
(L.N. Tolstoy)
b) When she entered the room, he, without looking at her,
I felt her presence with my whole being
and had to make an effort on himself to
don't look at her. (L.N. Tolstoy)
c) He walked alone through the garden, thoughtfully, and stopped
hanging around the apple tree, I watched for a long time as the
in the bark there is a strong-headed bug and some unknown
along these paths I came to the conclusion that soon
neither the detachment will be dispersed.
d) If not for Sotnikov, who could not be left
For one thing, he probably would have gone far.
(V.V. Bykov)
Place punctuation marks and indicate the number of subordinate clauses in the sentences.
a) After listening to Baibakov’s testimony, the assistant
the pre-boss realized that if one day before
it was allowed for there to be a mayor in Foolov, then it became
this is how it should be.
b) He knew that he had this magic word
which if you say now any pike
will turn into crucian carp.
c) I also expect that such a common cause will appear
in which all the fish will have their interest
and everyone will do their share.
d) And she began to invent who would give her this conscience
make sure that she doesn’t completely burden that person
but it just made me a little worried.
(From the works of M.E. Saltykov-Shchedrin.)
Indicate a sentence that matches the pattern:
I**1|I
], (what (if), (to), then)

please help, I really need it Write an argumentative essay, revealing the meaning of the statement by the famous linguist L.A. Novikova: “The word in speech

has the ability to generalize and at the same time designate what is individually unique.” To justify your answer, give 2 examples from the text you read. (1) While still in kindergarten, Oleg learned the song “A Christmas tree was born in the forest.” (2) That’s where the trouble started. (3) The grandmother decided that her grandson had wonderful hearing and that with such “absolute pitch” it was absolutely necessary to study music. (4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to the exam in music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and confusedly: the teachers did not find the boy musical abilities. (6) The grandmother was very upset, but then she said that her grandson’s first failure just speaks of his extraordinary talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth. (7) Grandmother knew the history of music well. (8) She even played the piano herself, and in her youth she dreamed of becoming a pianist. (9) But these dreams did not come true, and now Oleg had to succeed in art for two people at once: for himself and for his grandmother. (10) Once upon a time, my grandmother was an accountant, and when it was time for annual financial reports, old colleagues came to Anna Stepanovna for help. (11) Colleagues loved grandma, they said that music left the accounting department with her: grandma was constantly humming something. (12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began going to a music club. (14) Unlike his grandmother, his father wanted Oleg to become an intelligent engineer in the future. “(15) You want him to repeat your path,” said the grandmother. - (16) But finally understand: he has a different calling. (17) The bow is what he will hold in his hands all his life! (18) However, often in the evenings Oleg held in his hands a plane, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother: - (19) Look, you must take care of your hands! (20) Your whole destiny is in your hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers. “(22) I know, grandma,” Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23) So I develop them. (24) This is what they advise in the music circle: plan, they say, saw! (25) This is also art! (26)“Maybe these are new methods musical education? - the grandmother reasoned. (27) All the shelves and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg’s hands. (28) When the guests were gathering, the grandmother quietly, secretly from her grandson, boasted: - (29) He did it all!.. (30) With his own hands! (31) And then, for Oleg to hear, she exclaimed: - (32) But the main thing, of course, is the music! (33) He will be a musician!