(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) Morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the banks of the Koloksha River. (3) But it’s not fishing that I remember the morning of this day. (4) Not for the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the floats on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky. (5) Everything was as if ordinary that morning: catching perches, the flock of which I attacked, and the pre-dawn chill rising from the river, and all the unique smells that arise in the morning where there is water, sedge, nettle, mint, meadow flowers and bitter willow. (6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, round, as if inflated, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) The clouds also floated along the river, coloring not only the water, not only the light steam above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) The white fresh flowers of the water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a bent willow into the water, spreading red circles with a black shadow. (11) An old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, haystacks, a tree growing at a distance! the copse, the old man's hut - everything was seen especially prominently, brightly, as if something had happened to our vision, and it was not the play of the great sun that was the reason for the extraordinary nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost invisible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzlingness of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I will forever remember those places along the bank of Koloksha where our morning dawn passed. (15) When, having eaten fish soup and fallen asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept well, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to recognize the surroundings. (16) The sun, rising to its zenith, removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Gone: the contour, the convexity of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and the burning of dew, and its sparkle disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water became dull, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, a smooth whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It was as if a few hours ago we had magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red lilies! a fish on a rope with an old man, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, more distinct, just as it happens in wonderful countries, where one ends up] solely by the power of fairy-tale magic. (20) How can I get back to this wondrous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much later you come to the place where the Chernaya River meets the Koloksha River and where
Composition:
How should a person relate to nature? Should we keep in mind the memories of our native places? V.A. devotes his text to the answers to these questions. Soloukhin.
In the text proposed for analysis, the author raises a number of important issues. He pays special attention to the problem of man's relationship to nature.
The writer reveals the problem by describing the hero’s feelings that he experienced, remembering his train to Olepin, which gave him an unforgettable experience. “Scarlet clouds”, “white fresh flowers”, “drops of red dew” - all this was so deeply imprinted in his head that for a long time the narrator recalled his time alone with the “wonderful country”.
In addition, the hero expresses his opinion that a person who was in nature and then threw this segment of life out of his head is “the poorest person on earth.”
The author’s position on this issue is expressed quite clearly: he strives to convey to the reader the idea that it is important not only to devote time to nature, but also to keep in mind every such moment. However, not every person is able to treat the world around them with such reverence.
It is difficult to disagree with the author’s position, because the world around us is capable of giving us vivid memorable moments for the rest of our lives, but nevertheless, there are people who are able to forget the natural places they visit.
The work of I.S. can serve as an argument. Turgenev “Fathers and Sons”. Evgeny Bazarov, a supporter of nihilism, believes that nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man is a worker in it. The moral satisfaction from the environment that is so characteristic of Arkady is incomprehensible to him. The main character turns to nature only during scientific experiments. But even such a person, so devoted to his ideology, still realizes in the end how wrong he was.
Another example that proves my point of view is the epic novel by L.N. Tolstoy “War and Peace”. Natasha, filled with love for her native nature, admires the extraordinary beauty of the starry sky during the scene in Otradnoye. It fascinates her so much that she is unable to restrain her emotions. The heroine perks up and is filled with happiness at the sight of heavenly beauty, and they even call Sonya to the window so that she too can enjoy this beautiful night.
Thus, both I.S. Turgenev, and L.N. Tolstoy just like V.A. Soloukhin in his works discusses the relationship of man to nature.
To summarize, I would like to say that people’s opinions regarding their attitude towards nature may differ.
Each of us, somewhere in a corner of our memory, has preserved imprints of a joyful worldview, from which bright memories were once formed and continue to be formed.
In this text V.A. Soloukhin raises the problem of perception of the surrounding world.
The narrator immerses us in the world of his own memories, in a “wonderful country”, in which every detail has its own extraterrestrial, extraordinary radiance, and, what is very important, a unique meaning. The author describes his trip to Olepin, namely the “wonderful scarlet country” from his own memories, and through the prism of his worldview introduces the reader to the beauty of this place, describing every detail of the landscape, shrouded in a veil of “dazzling morning sparkle.” The narrator draws our attention to the fact that the place “where the Chernaya River meets the Koloksha River” is one of his most vivid memories and compares it to a wonderful country, “where you get only by the power of fairy-tale magic.”
The author believes that every moment of our life is unique, and everything that surrounds us is filled with significance and meaning - especially reminiscences from childhood. Therefore, it is very important to appreciate every moment of these memories, because a person who has lost even the brightest and brightest moments from his own memory is “the poorest person on earth.”
I completely agree with the opinion of Vladimir Alekseevich and also believe that everything in a person’s life is unique - feelings, emotions, and the onset of a new day. To perceive the world as something bright, rich, and beautiful means to keep in your memory and in your soul the warmth of bygone moments, which can warm a person even in the coldest period of life.
Yuri Nagibin also turns us to the problem of perception of the surrounding world in the story “Winter Oak”. The main character, Savushkin, knew how to feel the beauty of the world around him, namely the winter forest, perceived the elements of nature as something living, capable of feeling and stored all this in his memory. The boy’s teacher, unfortunately, was no longer capable of such a perception of the world around her, however, having found herself in this marvelous, fabulous winter forest, which was so dear to Savushkin, she understood why the student believes that the Winter Oak is an animate object, like and the entire forest surrounding it. It’s just that the little boy was still able to see and feel magic in every detail of the “fairy tale land” that surrounded him, and even managed to awaken something similar in his teacher.
In the epic novel L.N. Tolstoy's "War and Peace" the author shows that even after living for many years, a person is still able to take a fresh look at the world around him. Andrei Bolkonsky is one of the few who was able to store vivid and significant details of the world around him in his memories, and some of them were able to completely change the hero’s worldview. Thus, the oak tree remained a bright imprint in the commander’s memory - a symbol of the psychological state of the commander himself, which turned the consciousness of the main character upside down, forced him to perceive the world around him and life in general in a new way, and remained a bright and bright spot in the memory of Andrei Bolkonsky.
Thus, we can conclude that everything in a person’s life is unique, every memory plays its own role, and every detail in the nature around us has its own meaning.
How to write a comment in an essay (K2) if you come across a literary text?How to write a comment in an essay (K2) if you come across a literary text? It is necessary to realize that this is somewhat more difficult than in the journalistic passage.
I think you understand that
And the position of the author and the hero-storyteller may not coincide! Even if the author does not DIRECTLY talk about his attitude towards the hero, but he acts, from your point of view, wrong, commits actions that bring evil to others, then, most likely, the writer thinks the same way as you.
Several options for commentary on literary texts.
1 option
F. Iskander talks about a hero who flies to his mother’s funeral. The refrain sounds twice in the text “the words of a poet unknown to him”: “Mother is a short holiday on Earth.” Bitterly reflecting on his irreparable loss, the man carefully examines people’s faces and suddenly notices “a face glowing with sorrow, facing an immeasurable distance.” This is the face of a young peasant woman, very upset because of the illness of her baby. The mother, apparently, learned something terrible about her son’s illness from the doctors, and now everything in the world went dark for her... Only sorrow filled her heart. Suddenly, it seemed to Iskander’s hero that this woman was very similar to his deceased mother... Peering into her beautiful face, he experienced some kind of relief, realizing that “only grief is beautiful and only she will save the world.”
Option 2
The hero-storyteller V. Astafieva, having convinced himself from her own experience that “... there is, there is a soul of plants,” gives vivid examples of this. He is deeply convinced that plants love not only good care and watering, but also a kind human word. An instructive example of this is the story of lungwort and calendula, which, offended by a man, left his garden. The narrator arrived in the garden in the spring, and there “it’s empty and bare, the mournful soil is covered with last year’s grass and mold, there’s no lungwort or calendula, and other plants are growing somehow scared.” But the wild mountain ash that found shelter on the site thanked its owner by turning into an elegant, bright and prolific tree.
Option 3
Reflecting on the question posed, V. Soloukhin narrates nature from the perspective of the hero-storyteller, to whom a trip to Olepin gave an unforgettable experience. The hero was delighted with everything: “scarlet clouds, round, as if inflated,” “drops of red dew,” “the sun rising to its zenith.” Everything seemed ordinary that morning, but the impression of being in a “completely different, wonderful country” did not leave the hero. The morning nature left an unforgettable mark on the narrator’s consciousness and gave him the desire to “go back to this wondrous scarlet country.”
The author’s position is extremely clear: nature gives a person unforgettable sensations, helps to gain an understanding that every moment of life is unique.
Option 4
P. Vasiliev focuses on a sad story about how a granddaughter, a girl of rare, striking beauty, about whom a poet would say: “A blind person would not notice her...”, threw her grandmother, who was lying dying, on her neighbor - an “ugly ", and she ran off to the cinema. With pain, the young guy tells that the beauty, knowing that Polina Ivanovna “had a bad time with her heart,” still left. She left because she didn’t care what would happen next to her “grandmother.” Here is clear proof that external beauty does not always go to morally pure people.
How to write a commentary on an essay for the Unified State Exam 2016?
Friends, it would seem that this is not the first year that we have been writing a commentary in the Unified State Exam essay (task 25). But this year, FIPI, adding one point for a well-written comment (K2), made this work more difficult. The problem you have taken must not only be commented on from the perspective of the source text, emphasizing the feelings experienced by the author, but also provide 2 examples from the text illustrating the question raised. According to the recommendations of I.P. Tsybulko, head of the Federal Commission for the Development of Control and Measurement Materials, ( ), this can be done in three ways. Let's look at them.
Let's take this text problem(see text below):
What befell the children of Leningrad - this is the problem that L. Pozhedaev is thinking about
A.
METHODS OF COMMENTING
1 way. By quoting
The author reveals this question using the example of the heroine’s story about how hard her life was during the Great Patriotic War. Delving into the lines of this text, you immediately understand why, five years after the Victory, the girl still could not forget “about the disastrous, hungry life” in Leningrad, “about the terrible road along Lake Ladoga,” about those monstrous days that she had to endure . L. Pozhedaeva convincingly talks about how the war, having forced her to see and feel “so much then,” changed everything in the child’s life, crippled her childhood, and made her “a young old woman.”
Method 2. By pointing to paragraphs
The author very convincingly talks about what the children of besieged Leningrad endured. Paragraph 2 tells about the terrible road across Lake Ladoga, about the “hopeless doom” that both adults and children experienced. And what about the girl’s constant hunger and thoughts about bread, which end paragraph 3? Is it possible to forget this?!
3 way. By specifying line numbers
(I couldn’t count the lines, so I did it by indicating the sentence numbers.)
The author, discussing the tragic fate of the children of besieged Leningrad, says that they prematurely turned not into adults, but into old people (sentence 13). And how convincingly she conveys the little girl’s thoughts about hunger (sentence 23). Here are just two small examples showing that the life of young Leningraders during the siege was terrible...
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(1) We were taken away from Leningrad across Lake Ladoga, when the cars no longer drove on ice, but floated on water. (2) Spring was approaching, and the ice on the lake was quickly melting.
(3) Cars are floating on water - the road is not visible, but something like a river, along which cars are either driving or floating. (4) I am sitting, huddled close to my mother, on some soft knots. (5) We are driving in a car with an open body at the tailgate. (6) Cold, damp, windy. (7) I don’t even have the strength to cry, everyone is probably scared. (8) The ice is already thin and could fall under a heavy vehicle at any moment. (9) And German planes could appear in the sky at any minute and start bombing the road and ice. (10) Fear fetters an already helpless body. (11) I remember that from this terrible fear I wanted to jump up and run away no matter where, just not to sit in this hopeless doom.
(12) People in the car behave differently, and this is noticeable.
(13) And in my short childhood life I saw and experienced so much that I ceased to be a child and became a young old woman... (14) Sometimes thoughts seem to fall into an abyss. (15) I either fall asleep or lose consciousness. (16) Then consciousness returns, and again thoughts go in circles: “Bread! Of bread! Of bread!" (17) I’m so unbearably hungry.
(18) I don’t know how long we drove so terribly - it seemed endless. (19) When they took me off the car and tried to put me on my feet, it didn’t work. (20) My legs apparently went numb, my knees gave way, and I fell into the snow. (21) They carried me in their arms to some room. (22) It was warm there. (23) But I wanted only one thing - to eat, eat and eat, because satiety did not come. (24) And satiety will not come for a very, very long time. (25) Still, the feeling of forgotten warmth fell on me, and I slept, slept, slept... (26) Of course, now that I am already 16 years old and I am writing these lines, I can realize all this and find the right words, to express my state. (27) And then... (28) My childhood Memory stores on its shelves a lot that is impossible to forget, impossible not to remember. (29) But not all of this will be needed by life, and memories and perceptions of the past will fade.
(Z0) But everything will be there until needed and will come in handy someday. (31) The main thing is what values will be in demand in my adult life. (32) And while I remember, while I am suffering from the blockade and war memory, I will make these sketches about the terrible period of my little life and the life of the big Country, sketches about the disastrous hungry life in my Leningrad, about the terrible road along Lake Ladoga, about what happened after how we were put on a train and my mother and I went first to Gorky, and then towards the Battle of Stalingrad... (ZZ) Sketches about how people were crippled morally and mentally by hunger and war...
(34) Why am I writing all this five years after the Victory? (35) I write for myself, for Memory, while I still remember the little things and details of events.
(36) I am writing to pour out on paper my ongoing pain from the fact that we, foolish children, were abandoned, wounded and sick, by adults, when we were sent back to Leningrad after the nightmare of Demyansk and Lychkov, that we had to endure painful hunger alone winters of 1941 - 1942, because my mother was in a barracks position, that in my little life there was Stalingrad and a hospital with enormous human suffering.
(37) I have many reasons, and maybe when I share my pain with paper, I will feel better. (38) And also because when my father’s colleagues gather with us and remember the war, I so want to shout out: (39) “Do you know what befell your families, your children in Leningrad? (40) In Stalingrad? (41) In other places where the war was going on, where were the battles? (42) But our Memory is not taken into account. (43) So let this bitter Memory of mine lie quietly among my books and notebooks. (44) Let it lie there, and maybe someone will someday find this notebook in the discarded trash and find out how we lived and survived the war, and let it be a caring person. (45) My troubles and suffering are mine, which no one cares about. (46) Someone might have had it much worse. (47) And it’s probably worse, otherwise people wouldn’t die. (48) But this was more than enough for me and will be enough for the rest of my life. (49) Some little things will be forgotten, but that fear of hunger, bombing, shelling, the suffering of the wounded in the hospital, the death of Danilovna and her help and Aunt Ksenia will never be forgotten.
(According to L. Pozhedaeva *)
P.S. Colleagues and applicants, the material presented here is not a dogma, does not claim to be a “sample”... This is a trial version of implementing the FIPI recommendations... Please try to write your own comments by posting them in this Forum article.
All people are different, each has their own character, and therefore their attitude towards the world around them is different. In this text V.A. Soloukhin raises the problem of the relationship between man and nature.
The narrator recalls his trip to Olepin, introducing the reader to beautiful, magical places, describing every detail of the landscape. For him, this is a “wonderful scarlet country”, which, unfortunately, is impossible to get into again.
The problem under discussion is so important that many writers have raised it in their works. Let us remember the novel by I.S. Turgenev "Fathers and Sons". The nihilist Evgeny Bazarov is far from such concepts as the beauty of the world around him, the enjoyment of the rays of the sun, the breath of the wind, which are characteristic of Arkady.
The hero turns to nature only as the subject of his scientific activity, which is absolutely wrong, and Bazarov understands this later.
In the novel L.N. Tolstoy’s “War and Peace” also shows this problem. Andrei Bolkonsky is one of the few who are able to truly appreciate the bright details of the world around them. The oak turned out to be a symbol of his psychological state, an image of the changes taking place in the hero’s life.
Thus, nature has a huge impact on us, our mood depends on it, it creates our memories, which are of great importance, and teaches us to appreciate the unique moments of life.
Essay based on the text:
Vladimir Alekseevich Soloukhin - Russian writer and poet, a prominent representative of “village prose” in his text discusses the problem of the relationship between man and nature.
The author talks about how, while going fishing, he ended up in a wonderful country. What impressed him most was the sunrise. Several times the hero returns to this place, where the Chernaya River and the Koloksha River meet, but he could not find himself in this country again.
V. A. Soloukhin believes that nature gives a person unforgettable sensations, helps him feel happy, gain an understanding that every moment of life is unique. Being in nature, a person learns to sincerely enjoy the world around him.
I believe that man and nature are closely related. Many artists, poets, composers drew inspiration from being alone with nature. For example, the singer of Rus', Sergei Yesenin, sang of his native land throughout his entire career. Nature was his muse.
Buddha and his followers believed that only by reconnecting with nature would they achieve nirvana. Therefore, they left their families and went into the forest.
Thus, I came to the conclusion that every person who knows how to enjoy nature gets pleasure from it.
Text by V. A. Soloukhin:
(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) Morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the banks of the Koloksha River.
(3) But it’s not fishing that I remember the morning of this day. (4) Not for the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the floats on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.
(5) Everything was as if ordinary that morning: catching perches, the flock of which I attacked, and the pre-dawn chill rising from the river, and all the unique smells that arise in the morning where there is water, sedge, nettle, mint, meadow flowers and bitter willow.
(6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, round, as if inflated, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) The clouds also floated along the river, coloring not only the water, not only the light steam above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) The white fresh flowers of the water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a bent willow into the water, spreading red circles with a black shadow.
(11) An old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, haystacks, a tree growing at a distance! the copse, the old man's hut - everything was seen especially prominently, brightly, as if something had happened to our vision, and it was not the play of the great sun that was the reason for the extraordinary nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost invisible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzlingness of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I will forever remember those places along the bank of Koloksha where our morning dawn passed.
(15) When, having eaten fish soup and fallen asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept well, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to recognize the surroundings. (16) The sun, rising to its zenith, removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Gone: the contour, the convexity of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and the burning of dew, and its sparkle disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water became dull, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, a smooth whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It was as if a few hours ago we had magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red lilies! a fish on a rope with an old man, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, more distinct, just as it happens in wonderful countries, where one ends up] solely by the power of fairy-tale magic.
(20) How can I get back to this wondrous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much later you come to the place where the Chernaya River meets the Koloksha River and where< за былинным холмом орут городищенские петухи, не проникнешь, куда желаешь как если бы забыл всесильное магическое слово, раздвигающее леса и горы.
By. V. A. Soloukhin