I woke up late at night the title of the work. Russian language (Option)

How often do we think that our Earth is just a “small bluish speck of dust” in the vast expanses of the Universe? Do we always realize that its existence is determined by laws that defy human reason, before which man is powerless, but with our actions we are “in a hurry to destroy” the most amazing of planets?
Will people ever understand that the desire to turn the Earth into a “means for achieving modern conveniences and pleasures” is bringing us closer to danger, threatening the very existence of the most beautiful of worlds? This important question worries the writer Yu.V. Bondareva.
over this problem, the author invites us to imagine our tiny planet as a helpless airship, which “rushes through the thickness of violet cold, starlight, through meteorite, sparkling mists.” If on his way he accidentally encounters a “deadly reef”, colliding with it, the “fragile, weak ship” will die... And people, without thinking about the “fleeting century of the Earth,” “shatter their ship,... slash the inflated sails with knives of anger and hatred.”
It is impossible to disagree with the author's position. Indeed, a person not only turns his common home into a “garbage bin”, but also mercilessly destroys it. People who want to live comfortably and not deny themselves anything do not care about the fate of this house, they are not interested in what will be left as an inheritance for future generations.
A man like the greedy Ignatyich, the hero of the novel by V.P. Astafiev’s “Tsar Fish”, and the sturgeon, resembling a “prehistoric lizard” of amazing size, is “in the same trap” with the Earth, which is in no hurry to destroy it and patiently provides new chances to atone for the enormous guilt before it. The earth is “a living body with its own rhythm, breathing, pulse of blood circulation.” A person's irresponsible activities cause serious harm to him.
The author notes that people “feel impending danger,” but hope for “later.” Forgetting about the sad consequences, they mercilessly cut down forests, poison the air, river basins, lakes and seas. In an unquenchable thirst for enrichment and omnipotence, new weapons are being invented and tested, posing a great threat not only to human life, but also to the existence of our planet.
The result of a thoughtless, predatory attitude towards life and nature can be considered numerous environmental disasters: the enormous destructive power of tornadoes, terrible earthquakes, floods, fires. These natural phenomena are gradually becoming “familiar” for us, and not just creepy movie plots.
A planet like our Earth, such a “habitable, cozy island” that arose in the “threatening ocean of the unknown,” does not exist in the vastness of the vast Universe. It is necessary to treat her in such a way that she will always be a “clean, bright, white-sailed ship”, on the way of which she will not encounter dangerous reefs for an infinitely long time.
In conclusion, I would like to recall the hero of the famous fairy tale by A. de Saint-Exupery, the Little Prince, who lived according to the “firm rule” he established: “Get up in the morning, wash your face, put yourself in order - and immediately put your planet in order.” How necessary it is now for all the inhabitants of our planet to learn by heart and strictly follow this simple, but such an important rule!

Our focus is on the text of Yuri Vasilyevich Bondarev, a Soviet writer, which describes the problem of human responsibility for preserving life on Earth.

In his text, the author argues that modern man does not understand the consequences of his impact on the world. Bondarev shows his readers a terrible story about what our world has become. People do not notice the beauty that surrounds them, they cut down forests, pollute water bodies, dig deeper and deeper into the bowels of the earth, extracting minerals, and they care less and less about the state of the environment.

Yu. V. Bondarev’s position is clear: man must be responsible for preserving life on Earth, because it was not created to become only a means to achieve our comforts and pleasures.

In Chingiz Aitmatov’s work “The Scaffold,” the author talks about the barbaric attitude of people towards nature. The novel begins with a description of a wolf pack that lived quietly before the appearance of man. To fulfill the meat delivery plan, people destroy the forest and kill Akbar's wolf cubs.

And in V. Rasputin’s work “Farewell to Matera,” the author talks about an environmental problem associated with human activities. The man turned the river bed and flooded the village, thinking that nothing bad would happen. But in fact, nothing disappears without a trace, and the fragile balance of nature has noticeably shaken due to human activity.

Thus, a person must understand that he is responsible for life on Earth, protect his planet and ensure that his home does not become a means for achieving comfort and obtaining desires.

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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

I myself am involved in nuclear physics, a little medicine, and with two other friends I opened a small company. Within the framework of this company, we managed to complete one large project, thanks to which we managed to earn money for the trip. I used to travel a lot, but not on my own, but by car or scooter. This time I had about seven hundred bucks for a vehicle, so I just went to the store and asked to pick up a bike for that amount. I was given a Giant road bike, I painted it black, bought a rack, bags, speedometer, lights and hit the road.

My original plan was to cross the US from east to west (New York to San Francisco). I started planning the route just by surfing the Internet and looking at Google Maps. Then I accidentally came across the website of the well-known American Bicycle Tourist Association, and there ready-made maps with a route across the entire country were already waiting for me. My route is called “TransAmerica”, it consists of fourteen maps - I completely relied on them, I did not have any GPS with me. The route is 4,100 miles long and passes through the states of Virginia, Kentucky, Montana, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, Nevada and California. The route is quite popular; more than one thousand people have traveled along it since the invention of the bicycle, so my choice cannot be called original. But I decided to go only to Colorado.

THE ROUTE WAS CALLED "TRANSAMERICA"
AND CONSISTED
OF 14 CARDS -
I RELY COMPLETELY
I DECIDED ON THEM
DO NOT USE ANY GPS

I realized that you need to do this - you go every day for a week, and then a couple of days of rest. In one week I managed to travel through the whole state. He rode out at dawn, got off the bike before sunset, saw off the sun and went to bed. On the way, I stopped every two hours, drank water, ate nuts, and rested. A lot of funny things happened - pedals broke, wheels were punctured by thistle thorns and hurricanes hit. My favorite pastime was swimming in rivers and lakes - because of the heat, I was drenched in sweat, and water was the only salvation.

Ninety percent of the route was outside the cities. Along the way there were forests, fields, farms, hills, deserts and mountains. There were also many abandoned villages with rusty vans and other scrap metal.

All of Kansas was a flat road stretching beyond the horizon, with dry land on either side. For miles ahead there was nothing but this. All day the only living objects were flies, birds and two or three trucks rushing past me. Complete loneliness and silence. The cities along the way were very small, not exceeding 15,000 people. There I was able to go online and wash myself.

I usually spent the night in a tent. However, every five or six days I had to stop at a motel to take a good bath and wash my things. It was very hot, I slept in my shorts, and used my sleeping bag as a mattress. It became cooler and more comfortable in the mountains, I decided to live only in a tent, and I managed to do this for two weeks. There were many places where I pitched a tent - clearings near churches, backyards of local residents, fields, forests, and a couple of times campsites. Although every time there were problems finding a place for a tent. In America, everything is occupied by private property. Only in Kansas and Colorado - that is, in the desert and in the mountains - were there no problems, because the land there is not entirely suitable for habitation and is almost all free.

THE SUN SET EARLY,
AND I TURNED OUT
IN THE PUTTER DARKNESS IN THE MIDDLE OF A FOREST MOUNTAIN ROAD,
WITH CLIPS ON BOTH SIDES

There was one unpleasant incident in Virginia. Once, early in my journey, I decided to try to cross the Blue Ridge mountain range, despite the fact that evening was approaching. The sun set earlier than I thought, and I found myself in complete darkness in the middle of a forest mountain road, where there were cliffs on both sides and there was no flat place to be found except the road itself. My flashlight was very small, and my position was not very pleasant - in the dark in the forest it was extremely uncomfortable. I had to cut through this mountain range for half the night to the nearest village; that day I traveled 118 miles.

I was in contact with the local population every day. People have been very kind to me. The guys in the wheelbarrows passing by offered me water, the store clerks constantly asked me about who I was and what I was doing on a bicycle in such a wilderness. Several times I stopped at a cafe for breakfast, but the moment I went to pay the bill, I was informed that I had already been paid for. Sometimes they supported me just like that - after talking with someone on the street or somewhere else, I would unexpectedly receive five bucks as respect...

On the way, I met six guys who, like me, were riding across America on a bike, only in a different direction. We talked with them for a long time, shared experiences and impressions. In the small town of Scott City in Kansas, I was sheltered by people from the Baptist community. They left me overnight in a huge house with a kitchen and a stocked refrigerator; in this house they gather and communicate on spiritual topics and conduct seminars.

When my tire broke again, my pump also decided to break, and I found myself in an absurd situation, because I was in the desert and a passing car was very rare. However, I was lucky, and within twenty minutes of the breakdown I was being driven to the nearest town by former Special Forces soldier Pete and his wife Rachel. They invited me to their place, and two days later I reached their house and stayed to visit. It was great - we sat at a huge table, our neighbors came, ate corn and talked. In the morning I went with them to a service in the Mormon church, where their family sang a song and read a sermon that day (it is their custom that every Sunday a family from their town takes on this mission).

20 MINUTES AFTER THE BIKE BREAKDOWN
I WAS DRIVEN IN THE BACK OF A PICKUP TRUCK TO THE NEAREST TOWN BY FORMER SPECIAL FORCES SOLDIER PETE AND HIS WIFE RACHEL

My route passed through very interesting places, and every time I was surprised by what awaited me ahead along the road. I didn't go sightseeing because I think the greatest attraction is nature. And she surrounded me everywhere every day, and therefore, if I somehow deviated from the route, it was mainly on rocks (to climb higher and look beyond the horizon) or lakes (to swim).

The most interesting place for me was Lake Pueblo in eastern Colorado. It was very similar to a canyon - cacti, half-desert, half-rocks, dried out land, the only thing missing was Don Juan here. I spent two days there, swimming in the lake, climbing rocks, collecting plants and stones. I spent those two nights on the top of one of the rocks - there was a small spot there, just enough space to put up a tent and make a fire.

I WOKE UP IN THE DEEP OF THE NIGHT FROM THIS
THAT THE WALL OF THE TENT SLASHED MY FACE. THE WIND RISE SO POWERFUL THAT WHEN I CAME OUT OF THE TENT IT TOOK UP

It was extraordinary - the sun had not yet set the horizon when a huge orange moon emerged from the other side. It looked incredible against the background of the canyon. So, on the second night, after looking at the starry sky, I went to bed as usual. I woke up late at night with the wall of the tent hitting me in the face. The wind rose so strong that when I got out of the tent, it took off and did not leave the ground only because my bags were in it, which were holding it down with their weight. The wind only got stronger, there was nothing left to do but climb off the cliff in the darkness of the night. I spent a long time deciding how to do this. He tied the bags with ropes and lowered them down. He held the flashlight between his teeth and began to climb down from the vertical rock. It was scary - you couldn’t see anything, the stones were crumbling and flying out from under your feet. But an hour later I was already on flat ground, where the wind was much weaker.

The most difficult thing on the road was overcoming the hills. Especially in Kentucky - the whole road was up and down. Due to the high humidity, the body sweated heavily and became dehydrated. I was constantly thirsty and it was terribly tiring. The most difficult moment of the entire trip was overcoming the Monarch Pass in the Colorado Rockies. Moreover, I suffered because of my lack of foresight - I did not have breakfast before leaving, my stomach was completely empty. For fifteen miles the road went up, it was difficult, but bearable. However, the last two miles were pure hell. Apparently, all the energy was used up, and my strength completely left me - my muscles relaxed, my head began to spin.

Eventually it became difficult to even just walk up and push the bike. I began to lie down on the ground every twenty-five meters, lying there for an average of ten to fifteen minutes in order to find at least some strength. I covered these two miles in two hours, barely made it to the cafe at the top of the pass, ate too much, slept and was absolutely happy.

One day, in the vast expanses of Kansas, where there is absolutely nothing, a huge black cloud began to form on the horizon - the kind usually shown in the program “Tornado Hunters”. After an hour and a half, the cloud was already very close, the wind rose such that my speed dropped from sixteen miles per hour to three. There was nowhere to hide, and we had to go straight through the cloud. It became dark as night, the rain was pouring in rare huge drops that pricked like needles, plus a terrible wind. It was truly creepy. When I got out of the cloud, I didn’t find a flask and a couple of other things - the wind and rain took them away from me.

I traveled alone, and for me it turned out to be a very useful activity - it allowed me to establish a little connection with my being, pacify my personality, and, well, get to know myself better. I think that the most difficult and partly not the most pleasant moments of my journey became, in spite of everything, the most memorable and valuable. Therefore, now I try to treat such situations with respect and gratitude rather than with irritation, although this happens very rarely.

It is obvious that we managed to see and understand a lot of new things in a relatively short period of time. After that, in Moscow you feel like an insect sleeping in a jar. However, you can wake up here too, but it’s not at all easy. I think traveling can be a good practice for this kind of awakening.

Equipment

A flashlight, bicycle tools, a saucepan, a tent, a sleeping bag, two cameras, a tripod, clothes (two T-shirts, pants, a vest, a jacket), two flasks, a laser, a laptop, a player, a toothbrush and toothpaste.

(1) I woke up late at night from frantic running, the rumble of wheels, the creaking of shelves, the rattling of a half-open compartment door - piercing drafts were flying overhead.

(2) It was dark in the corridor and compartment: I lay for a long time with my eyes open, guessing in the darkness the black square of the window, behind which everything was impenetrable, dark as at night, and it was impossible to understand whether it was the steppe or the forests that walked in this endless, secret, incomprehensible, like darkness, Universe.

(3) Then, in the abyss of the sky beyond the window, a solitary blue star flashed with a transcendental fire.

Composition

Often, when throwing a cigarette butt on the asphalt, filling up our car with gasoline, throwing batteries into a waste bag, we don’t even think about what this could lead to later. More than 7 billion people are guided by the logic “one time won’t do anything,” but is it really that simple? Yu.V. invites us to think about the environmental problem of human responsibility for preserving life on earth in his text. Bondarev.

The author's reasoning rests on the idea of the helplessness of our planet on the scale of the Universe. The hero of the text notes that in his view, the Earth is “a lived-in, cozy island in a boundless, threatening ocean of the unknown,” and the people on it are essentially guests, and they behave like full-fledged owners, “shaking the ship from side to side.” The lyrical hero leads the reader to the idea that, contrary to all opinions, our planet is a fragile organism, “with its own rhythm, breathing, pulse of blood circulation,” as vulnerable as, for example, a child in need of support and understanding.

It is impossible not to understand the position of Yu.V. Bondareva: he believes that man is responsible for preserving life on his native planet. The earth is a tiny and vulnerable organism with a limited supply of food and food, and it cannot and should not be used by man for the purpose of pleasure and convenience.

Of course, the writer is completely right. I also think that people's idea that the Earth is a self-regenerating ball with infinite resources is an incredibly stupid and dystopian proposition. Each of us is responsible for our own actions and for life on the planet as a whole. In our century, there are many projects advocating the preservation of ecology on Earth, but, unfortunately, they are already of a saving nature. And if everyone continues to thoughtlessly use the resources given to them, the death of all life on Earth will approach even faster than we think.

Few people think that nature does not tolerate violence against itself, and no matter how helpless it may look under the onslaught of atomic bombs and tanks, it will certainly take revenge on those who imagine themselves to be the master of all life on earth. So, for example, in the story by V.P. Astafiev’s “Tsar Fish”, the author describes Ignatyich’s consumer attitude towards the resources that were given to him: he was engaged in poaching until the very end, until one day he met the “Tsar Fish”, who was able to point out to the hero in time his mortality. In the face of impending death, the hero of the story remembers his entire life, the stages of his own fall from grace - and comes to repentance. Ignatyich suddenly realized how destructive his activities were for all life on earth, and realized that he only had the right to help nature, but not to use it for his own purposes, especially so thoughtlessly.

V.G. Rasputin argued: “To talk about ecology today means to talk not about changing life, but about saving it.” In his story “Farewell to Matera,” the author reveals another example of a consumer attitude towards nature. A group of people who decide to build a power plant on the river take terribly destructive measures. Their range of actions includes the flooding of the entire island, with all the property acquired by people, flora and fauna. And here the author touches not only on the problem of attachment to their small homeland, because the fact that the indigenous inhabitants of Matera are resettled to a completely foreign land is not so bad. The most important problem is how destructive the activities of modern man are in relation to nature in all respects. Fields with abundant harvests, animals, birds and plants - all this was subject to destruction for the sake of an empty goal, and where an entire island is flooded, the entire planet can be destroyed there, with the same “large-scale” goal.

Nature and man must interact closely and help each other, be friends, but not enemies. And the advent of the age of “high technology”, the age of space exploration should only help people invent new ways to be harmless on Earth, but so far, unfortunately, only a few are thinking about this.

I woke up late at night the title of the work. Russian language (Option)

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I WOKE UP IN THE DEEP OF THE NIGHT FROM THIS THAT THE WALL OF THE TENT SLASHED MY FACE. THE WIND RISE SO POWERFUL THAT WHEN I CAME OUT OF THE TENT IT TOOK UP

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THE ROUTE WAS CALLED "TRANSAMERICA"
AND CONSISTED
OF 14 CARDS -
I RELY COMPLETELY
I DECIDED ON THEM
DO NOT USE ANY GPS

THE SUN SET EARLY,
AND I TURNED OUT
IN THE PUTTER DARKNESS IN THE MIDDLE OF A FOREST MOUNTAIN ROAD,
WITH CLIPS ON BOTH SIDES

20 MINUTES AFTER THE BIKE BREAKDOWN
I WAS DRIVEN IN THE BACK OF A PICKUP TRUCK TO THE NEAREST TOWN BY FORMER SPECIAL FORCES SOLDIER PETE AND HIS WIFE RACHEL

I WOKE UP IN THE DEEP OF THE NIGHT FROM THIS
THAT THE WALL OF THE TENT SLASHED MY FACE. THE WIND RISE SO POWERFUL THAT WHEN I CAME OUT OF THE TENT IT TOOK UP