Text of Lev Abramovich Kassil:
(1) on West Front I had to live for a while in the dugout technique - the Intendant of Tarasnikov. (2) 0N worked in the operational part of the headquarters of the Guards Brigade. (3) Immediately, in the dugout, his office placed.
(4) Over Days, he inscribed and stuck packets, made them with a surgicome, hawted over the lamp, sent some reports, took the paper, crossed the cards, pounded by one finger on a rusted machine, carefully knocking each letter.
(5) In the evening, when I returned to our Hazupuk, thoroughly glowing in the rain, and squatted in front of the stove to melt it, the Tarasnikov got up from the table and approached me.
"(6) I see if," he said somewhat guilty, "I decided to temporarily not drown the stove. (7) And then, you know, the stove of the Ugar gives, and this apparently reflects its growth. (8) 0NA has ceased to grow.
- (9) But who has stopped growing?
- (10) And you still have not paid attention to? - staring at me with indignation, shouted the plates. - (11) And what is it? (12) Do not see?
(12) and he looked at a low log ceiling of our dump truck with sudden tenderness.
(14) I brought, raised the lamp and saw that the thick roar of the elm in the ceiling was launched a green sprout. (15) Pale and gentle, with unsubstate leaves, it stretches under the ceiling. (16) In two places, it was supported by white damp, plugged with buttons to cetos.
- (17) Do you understand? - spoke Tarasnikov. - (18) rose all the time. (19) Such a glorious twig was wrapped. (20) And here we began to trample with you often, but she can see, do not like. (21) I didn't make the scubries here on the log, and my dates were affixed. (22) See how it quickly grew. (23) Another day for two centimeters pulled out. (24) I give you an honest noble word! (25) And how we became a challenge with you here, for three days I have not been observed. (26) So it will not be stupid. (27Tee it is already refrained. (28) And I know me, I am interested in: he will get to the exit? (29) After all, it stretches closer to the air, where the sun is depleted from under the ground.
(30) And we went to bed in the abrupt, crude dugout. (31) On another day, I already spoke with him about his branch.
- (32) Imagine, almost one and a half centimeters stretched out. (33) I said, it is not necessary to drown. (34) Just amazing this phenomenon of nature! ...
(35) At night, the Germans collapsed on our location massive artillery fire. (36) I woke up from the roar of close ruptures, putting up the land, which from a shaking abundantly fell on us through a log ceiling. (37) Tarasnikov also woke up and light bulb. (38) Everything was terrified, trembled and shaking around us. (39) Tarasnikoa put the light bulb on the middle of the table, leaning back on the bed, navigate! hands behind head:
- (40) I think so much danger is not. (41) does not hurt it? (42) Of course, concussion, but here we have three tones. (43) Is only a direct hit. (44) And I see it, contacted it. (45) As if it was premonished ...
(46) I looked at him with interest.
(47) He lay, throwing his head to his hands-legged behind the head, and looked at the green weak sprout, which had a green ridicule. (48) He just forgot, apparently, that the projectile could hit you themselves, break in the dugout, bury us alive under the ground. (49) No, he is only thinking about a pale green branch, stretching under the ceiling of our Halup. (50) He was worried only for her.
(51) And often now, when I meet at the front and in the rear of the demanding, very busy, dry and survivors at first glance, unrevive as if people, I remember the Tarasnikov technique and his green twig. (52) Let the fire rumbles over the head, let the dampness of the earth penetrates the dice, anyway - if only he survived, just to reach the sun, to the desired yield of a timid, shy green sprout.
(53) And it seems to me that each of us has its own cherished green twig. (54) For her, they are ready to transfer all theantia and non-jeodes of military pore, because we know firmly: there, for the exit hanging today by the cloak, the Sun will certainly meet, will warm up and give new forces to the reached, we have revered, our grown and saved branch of our.
(By L. Kassile *)
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In its text, Russian Prose L.A. Cassiel raises the problem of overcoming difficult periods of life.
To attract the attention of the reader to this issue, the author leads as an example of the Tarasnikov technique, who has found "... his cherished green twig", which helped him transfer all the adversity of military pore and overcome fear. Cassil is surprised by the act of Tarasnikov, who was ready to sleep in the crude earthquake, just survived and reached the "shy green sprout" to the sun. The writer reflects that he helps a person to overcome the difficult moments of life, go ahead and believe in itself.
The author is convinced that, watching the circumstances unsuitable for living, straining all his strength, a sprig grows on a fired tree, a person can defeat internal spiritual weaknesses, feeling vitality Nature.
Agreeing with L.A. Cassile, I want to appeal to the fiction and find an Argument in it
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- 1 of 1 K1 Formulation of the problems of the source text
- 2 of 3 k2
Text of Lev Abramovich Kassil:
(1) On the Western Front, I had to live for some time in the dugout technique - the Intendant of Tarasnikov. (2) 0N worked in the operational part of the headquarters of the Guards Brigade. (3) Immediately, in the dugout, his office placed.
(4) Over Days, he inscribed and stuck packets, made them with a surgicome, hawted over the lamp, sent some reports, took the paper, crossed the cards, pounded by one finger on a rusted machine, carefully knocking each letter.
(5) In the evening, when I returned to our Hazupuk, thoroughly glowing in the rain, and squatted in front of the stove to melt it, the Tarasnikov got up from the table and approached me.
"(6) I see if," he said somewhat guilty, "I decided to temporarily not drown the stove. (7) And then, you know, the stove of the Ugar gives, and this apparently reflects its growth. (8) 0NA has ceased to grow.
- (9) But who has stopped growing?
- (10) And you still have not paid attention to? - staring at me with indignation, shouted the plates. - (11) And what is it? (12) Do not see?
(12) and he looked at a low log ceiling of our dump truck with sudden tenderness.
(14) I brought, raised the lamp and saw that the thick roar of the elm in the ceiling was launched a green sprout. (15) Pale and gentle, with unsubstate leaves, it stretches under the ceiling. (16) In two places, it was supported by white damp, plugged with buttons to cetos.
- (17) Do you understand? - spoke Tarasnikov. - (18) rose all the time. (19) Such a glorious twig was wrapped. (20) And here we began to trample with you often, but she can see, do not like. (21) I didn't make the scubries here on the log, and my dates were affixed. (22) See how it quickly grew. (23) Another day for two centimeters pulled out. (24) I give you an honest noble word! (25) And how we became a challenge with you here, for three days I have not been observed. (26) So it will not be stupid. (27Tee it is already refrained. (28) And I know me, I am interested in: he will get to the exit? (29) After all, it stretches closer to the air, where the sun is depleted from under the ground.
(30) And we went to bed in the abrupt, crude dugout. (31) On another day, I already spoke with him about his branch.
- (32) Imagine, almost one and a half centimeters stretched out. (33) I said, it is not necessary to drown. (34) Just amazing this phenomenon of nature! ...
(35) At night, the Germans collapsed on our location massive artillery fire. (36) I woke up from the roar of close ruptures, putting up the land, which from a shaking abundantly fell on us through a log ceiling. (37) Tarasnikov also woke up and light bulb. (38) Everything was terrified, trembled and shaking around us. (39) Tarasnikoa put the light bulb on the middle of the table, leaning back on the bed, navigate! hands behind head:
- (40) I think so much danger is not. (41) does not hurt it? (42) Of course, concussion, but here we have three tones. (43) Is only a direct hit. (44) And I see it, contacted it. (45) As if it was premonished ...
(46) I looked at him with interest.
(47) He lay, throwing his head to his hands-legged behind the head, and looked at the green weak sprout, which had a green ridicule. (48) He just forgot, apparently, that the projectile could hit you themselves, break in the dugout, bury us alive under the ground. (49) No, he is only thinking about a pale green branch, stretching under the ceiling of our Halup. (50) He was worried only for her.
(51) And often now, when I meet at the front and in the rear of the demanding, very busy, dry and survivors at first glance, unrevive as if people, I remember the Tarasnikov technique and his green twig. (52) Let the fire rumbles over the head, let the dampness of the earth penetrates the dice, anyway - if only he survived, just to reach the sun, to the desired yield of a timid, shy green sprout.
(53) And it seems to me that each of us has its own cherished green twig. (54) For her, they are ready to transfer all theantia and non-jeodes of military pore, because we know firmly: there, for the exit hanging today by the cloak, the Sun will certainly meet, will warm up and give new forces to the reached, we have revered, our grown and saved branch of our.
(By L. Kassile *)
Show text entirely
In its text, Russian Prose L.A. Cassiel raises the problem of overcoming difficult periods of life.
To attract the attention of the reader to this issue, the author leads as an example of the Tarasnikov technique, who has found "... his cherished green twig", which helped him transfer all the adversity of military pore and overcome fear. Cassil is surprised by the act of Tarasnikov, who was ready to sleep in the crude earthquake, just survived and reached the "shy green sprout" to the sun. The writer reflects that he helps a person to overcome the difficult moments of life, go ahead and believe in itself.
The author is convinced that, watching the circumstances unsuitable for living, straining all his strength, a sprig grows on a fired tree, a person can defeat inland spiritual weaknesses, feeling the vitality of nature.
Agreeing with L.A. Cassile, I want to appeal to the fiction and find an Argument in it
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- 1 of 1 K1 Formulation of the problems of the source text
- 2 of 3 k2
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On the Western Front, I had to live in the dugout of the Tarasnikov technique for some time. He worked in the operational part of the headquarters of the Guards Brigade. Immediately, in the dugout, his office placed.
For all days, he inscribed and taped the packages, made them with a surgown hawted over the lamp, sent some reports, took the paper, crossed the cards, pounded by one finger on a rusted typewriter, carefully knocking each letter.
Once in the evening, when I returned to our Hapup, thoroughly glowing in the rain, and went squinting before the stove to melt it, the Tarasnikov got up from the table and approached me.
"I see if," he said somewhat guilty, "I decided to temporarily not drown the stove. And then, you know, the stove of the avgar gives, and this apparently reflects on her growth .. she stopped at all.
- Who has stopped growing?
- And you still have not paid attention to? - staring at me with indignation, shouted Tarabriknikov. - And what is it? Do not see?
And he with a sudden tenderness looked at a low log ceiling of our dugout.
I brought, raised the lamp and saw that the thick roar of the elm in the ceiling was launched a green sprout. Pale and gentle, with soft leaves, he stretched under the ceiling. In two places it was supported by white ribbons, jammed by buttons to the cobbler.
- Do you understand? - spoke Tarasnikov. - all the time grew up. Such a glorious twig was wrapped. And then we began to trample with you often, and she can see, do not like. I was doing the scubrons here on the log, and my dates were affixed. See how first quickly grew. Another day for two centimeters pulled out. I give you an honest noble word! And how we began to play with you here, for three days I do not observe growth. So she and stupid not long. Let's refrain. And I know, you are interested in: he will get to exit? After all, it stretches closer to the air, where the sun is depleted from under the ground.
And we went to bed in the abtenne, crude earthquake. The next day I myself had already spoke to him about his branch.
- Imagine, almost one and a half centimeters stretched out. I spoke, you do not need to trample. Just amazing this phenomenon of nature! ..
At night, the Germans wrapped on our location massive artillery fire. I woke up from the rumble of close gaps, sprinkling the land, which from a shaking abundantly fell apart through a log ceiling. Tarasnikov also woke up and lit a light bulb. Everything was blurted, trembled and shaking around us. Tarasniknikov put the light bulb on the middle of the table, leaned back on the bed, laying his hands behind his head:
- I think there is no big danger. Will not hurt her? Of course, a shaking, but here we have three tales. Is it just a direct hit. And I see her, tied it. As if it was premonished ...
I looked at him with interest.
He lay, thipping his head on his arms-legged behind the head, and looked at the green weak sprocket with a delicate care, which had a ceiling. He just forgot, apparently, that the projectile could hit us themselves, break in the dugout, buried us alive underground. No, he thought only about a pale green branch, stretching under the ceiling of our Halup. He just worried about her.
And often now, when I meet at the front and in the rear of the demanding, very busy, dry at first glance, unreviving as if people, I remember the Tarasnikov technique and his green twig. Let the fire rumbles over her head, let the dampness of the earth penetrates the dice, still - if only survived, just to reach the sun, to the desired release of a timid, shy green sprout.
And it seems to me that each of us has its own cherished green twig. For her for her, we are ready to transfer all of solarms and adversity of the military pore, because we know firmly: there, for the exit hanging today, the sun, the sun will certainly meet, will warm up and give new forces to the reached, we have revered, we have grown and the saved branch of our.
On the Western Front, I had to sew for some time in the dugout Tarasnikov technique. He worked in the operational part of the headquarters of the Guards Brigade. Immediately, in the dugout, his office placed. The three-year lamp light covered a low log house. It smelled with fresh tone, earthwind damp and surgown. Himself of Tarasnikov, a low, painful view of a young man with funny red bezens and a yellow, crushed mouth, met me politely, but not too friendly.
"Get it here," he said to me, pointing to the topchair and immediately leaning over his papers. - Now you will sleep a tent. I hope my office does not stop you? Well, I, I count, too, especially to interfere with us. Consistent so. Sit down yet.
And I began to live in the underground office of Tarasnikov.
It was a very restless, unusually meticulous and picky hard worker. For all days, he inscribed and taped the packages, made them with a surgown hawted over the lamp, sent some reports, took the paper, crossed the cards, pounded by one finger on a rusted typewriter, carefully knocking each letter. In the evenings, he was tormented by the attacks of fever, he swallow acryochin, but he categorically refused to go to the hospital:
- What are you, what are you! Where will I leave? Yes, everything will be all right without me! Everything is on me and keeps. For the day I will leave - so then the year do not be blown here ...
Late at night, returned from the front edge of the defense, falling asleep on his topchains, I still saw the tired and pale face of Tarasnikov, lit by fire lamp, delicately, for me, fucked, and bitten by tobacco fog. From the clay chicken, folded in the corner, was hot chad. Tarasnikov's tired eyes got drunk, but he continued to inscribe and put the bags. Then he called a connected, who was waiting for a cloak hanged at the entrance to our dugout, and I heard the next conversation.
- Which of the fifth battalion? - asked Tarasnikov.
"I'm from the fifth battalion," answered connected.
- Take a package ... Here. Take him in hand. So. You see, it is written here: "URGENT." Consequently, deliver immediately. Person personally commander. Clear? There will be no commander - give the commissioner. Commissioner will not - Lay. No one else to transmit anyone. Clear? Repeat.
- Deliver the package urgently, - as in the lesson, one-time repeated connected. - Personally, the commander, if not - the commissioner, if not - find.
- Right. What is the package?
- Yes, it's usually ... here, in your pocket.
- Show your pocket. - And the Tarasnikov approached the high connected, became on the tiptoe, the hand focused on the cloak, for the sinus, and checked, whether there is no rush in his pocket.
- So, in order. Now consider: Package secret. Consequently, if you get an opponent, what will you do?
What are you, comrade technician-intennant, why I will come across!
Find no need to come true, but I ask you: what will you do if you get?
Yes, I never get caught ...
- And I ask you if? So, listen. If that, the danger of which, so the contents eat without reading. Envelope break and quit. Clear? Repeat.
- In case of danger, the envelope break and quit, and that the survey is to eat.
- Right. How much time hand the package?
- Yes, the minutes of forty and go all.
- More precisely, I ask.
- Yes, so, comrade technician-intennant, I think no more than fifty minutes will pass.
- More precisely.
- Yes, in an hour, I'll certainly give it.
- So. Note time. - Tarashnikov clicked with huge speaking hours. - Now twenty three fifty. So, it is obliged to hand no later than zero fifty minutes. Clear? You can go.
And this dialogue was repeated with each messenger, with each connected. Having finished with all the packages, Tarasnikov was laid. But in the dream, he continued to teach connected, offended by someone, and often at night I woke up his loud dryish, ripped voice:
- How are you standing? Where did you come? This is not a hairdresser, but the office of the headquarters! - He clearly spoke in a dream.
"Why didn't you talk?" Exit and enter again. It's time to learn about. So. Wait. See, man eats? You can wait, you do not have an urgent package. Give a person to eat ... Write down ... Departure time ... you can go. You are free…
I braked it, trying to wake up. He threw out, looked at me a little meaningful look and, again hurt on a bed, covered with a chinel, instantly immersed in his staff dreams. And again was accepted to speak quickly.
All this was not very nice. And I was already thinking, how would I move to another dugout. But once in the evening, when I returned to our Hazupka, thoroughly grunt in the rain, and went squinting before the stove to melt it, the plates got up from the table and approached me.
"It means that it turns out that," he said somewhat guilty. "I see if I decided to temporarily not drown the stoves." Let's refrain five days. And then, you know, the stove of the avgar gives, and this apparently reflects on its growth ... it does not affect it.
I, not understanding anything, looked at Tarasnikov:
- Whose growth? On the growth of the stove?
- With what is the stove? - offended tarbriknikov. "I, in my opinion, express enough clearly." This very chad, it can be clearly acting ... She stopped at all.
- Who has stopped growing?
- And what have you still not paid attention? - staring at me with indignation, shouted the plates. -And what's that? Do not see? -And with a sudden tenderness looked at a low log ceiling of our dugout.
I brought, raised the lamp and saw that the thick roar of the elm in the ceiling was launched a green sprout. Pale and gentle, with soft leaves, he stretched under the ceiling. In two places it was supported by white ribbons, jammed by buttons to the cobbler.
- Do you understand? - spoke Tarasnikov. - all the time grew up. Such a glorious twig was wrapped. And then we began to trample with you often, and she can see, do not like. I here, I did Aubachka on the log, and my dates were affixed. See how first quickly grew. Another day for two centimeters pulled out. I give you an honest noble word! And how we began to play with you here, for three days I do not observe growth. So she and stupid not long. Let's refrain. And it would be necessary to smoke smaller. The skeleton is neventless, everything affects him. And I know, you are interested in: he will get to exit? BUT? After all, so, the decent, and stretches closer to the air, where the sun is depleted from under the ground.
And we went to bed in the abtenne, crude earthquake. On another day, I, to save the location of Tarasnikov, I myself had already spoke to him about his branch.
"Well," I asked, dropping a wet cloak with myself, "grows?
Tarasniknikov jumped out of the table, looked at me carefully in the eyes, wanting to check if I didn't laugh at him, but I saw that I was talking seriously, with a quiet delight raised the lamp, took her a little to the side, so as not to shrink her twig, and almost Whisper told me:
- Imagine, almost one and a half centimeters stretched out. I spoke, you do not need to trample. Just amazing this phenomenon of nature! ...
At night, the Germans wrapped on our location massive artillery fire. I woke up from the rumble of close gaps, sprinkling the land, which from a shaking abundantly fell apart through a log ceiling. Tarasnikov also woke up and lit a light bulb. Everything was blurted, trembled and shaking around us. Tarasniknikov put the light bulb on the middle of the table, leaned back on the bed, laying his hands behind his head:
- I think there is no big danger. Will not hurt her? Of course, a shaking, but here we have three tales. Is it just a direct hit. And I see her, tied it. As if it was premonished ...
I looked at him with interest.
