They left the city in the same way. Vitka from Chapaevskaya Street, William Kozlov

They left the city in the same way, along the Blue, which they left their father's house a few days before the war. Now it seemed like an eternity had passed since then.

Having got out into the wild, they turned to the first village, which stood forlornly on a hill. On another hillock there is a small cemetery with an old log church. The cemetery is hidden under the shade of huge gnarled trees.

Vitka looked around and led the guys there. At the chapel we turned onto a path overgrown with dense tenacious shrubs. Trees blotted out the sky, branches clung to clothes. There are rusty iron and wooden crosses on the grave hills. Some stuck out at random, others fell. At the fence Vitka stopped and whistled three times.

From behind the grave mounds, like ghosts, six dark-haired, pale-faced boys came out. Sunken black eyes, thin necks in loose, dirty shirt collars.

Hello, - said the elder and smiled. In one of them, they hardly recognized Solya Sheps. Recently, it was a rosy-cheeked full boy, on which short pants look cracked. Now before them stood the shadow of Salt Sheps.

The rest didn't look much better.

And Sonya and her mother were taken somewhere, - said Solya. We waited and waited, but they never returned.

We haven't eaten anything for two days,” said a tall boy with wide, black eyebrows fused at the bridge of his nose, who was their elder.

Here the sorrel grows near the hedge, - said Solya. - We cut off everything, but we didn’t go out into the meadow, as you said ... - He looked at Vitka.

And Vitka looked at Sasha, winked at him, and they stepped aside.

Untie, - said Grokhotov.

What to untie? Sasha didn't understand.

Don't play the fool! Untie the bag...

We have nothing to eat! Sasha protested.

With your talents, we will not die of hunger, - Vitka grinned.

Sashka, almost crying, untied the sack and took out a circle of smoked sausage. I looked at it and put it back in the bag.

I can't, he said. - You smell how it smells ... Vitka took away the bag and took out sausage, lard. bread. When he thrust his hand into it again, Ladonshchikov snatched the sack, wrapped it around with straps, and blurted out, his eyes flashing:

Do you know what I risked? head! If Simakov had caught me in the pantry, he would have destroyed me like a fascist!

They haven't eaten for two days," Vitka said. - What keeps the soul.

And you want to destroy them completely,” Sashka remarked angrily. - Is it possible with hunger so much food at once?

I don’t recognize you, Sasha, - said Vitka and even looked at him with some pity. - It seems that you have not been such a greedy man before?

Yah you! - Ladonshchikov snapped and, carefully clutching the bag, went to the church, Vitka gave the boys provisions. They immediately perked up, their eyes lit up. A tall boy with broad eyebrows took bread, lard and sausage. The others didn't take their eyes off him.

They took everything from me,” he said. - Give me the knife, please.

In order not to embarrass them, the guys stepped aside.

Is this whole company coming with us too? asked Goshka, lowering his voice.

I hate talking to you, - Vitka turned away from him.

Goshka flushed, squinted at Alla to see if she had heard, but restrained himself.

Let's go through the villages, - said Vitka. - We will tell everyone that we are from an orphanage, they say, our house was bombed, so we make our way to relatives ...

A tall boy approached them. He hastily swallowed a hard circle of sausage and said:

We cannot be with you ... We will seep to ours one by one. The main thing is to cross the front... I have an aunt in Zhytomyr. Lyova has a sister in Odessa… If we're lucky, we'll get there.

Lucky, - said Vitka.

One is bad, but it is impossible otherwise. It will be too noticeable.

Yes, Vitka said.

I'm with you, - Solya approached them. - I have no relatives.

There are so many of us,” Goshka grumbled. - A whole squad. Solya looked at him questioningly with his large, bulging eyes.

Am I redundant?

Don't listen to him, - said Vitka and threw a devastating look at Goshka, - You don't want me to go with you? Solya looked around at everyone with a dull look.

Fool, - said Allah. - Where are you without us?

You will come with us, - Vitka reassured him. - And let's not talk about this topic anymore.

Don't you pester: the more we are, the more suspicious it is for the Germans? - exclaimed Goshka, stung by Vitka's tone.

What happened to you? - asked Allah. - You've never been like that.

Pay no attention to him, - smiled at Sole Grohotov. - Goshka was a little shell-shocked during the bombing ...

Five dark-haired, big-eyed boys quietly said goodbye and, like shadows, dispersed in different directions.

Solya followed them with sad eyes and sighed convulsively.

What is there to remember? Kolya's father was not taken into the army, he has a white ticket. He gathered the old men and women and led them to the outskirts of the city to dig anti-tank ditches. The Junkers flew in, ”and he was killed by a shrapnel. The whole city buried Kolya's father. And in the newspaper they wrote about him as a good, courageous person. And Kvas, along with everyone else, followed the coffin and listened to speeches at the cemetery... And then people began to die every day. And Petka no longer saw how they were buried. After the Germans captured the city, there were so many dead on the streets - not to count. They were all left in a large pit and buried. Petka Kvas's father also buried. He stayed with his family in the city. He did not want to leave the economy and evacuate. When the city was empty, the elder Simakov, together with Petka, began to carry abandoned goods from other people's apartments. “Everything will burn down or the Germans will take it away,” my father said. “But we can still use it ...” And suddenly pity stirred in Petya’s callous heart. Pity for the big awkward boy who frowned, bit his lips, twisted his glasses in his hands and was silent. Kolya Bes did not offend anyone in the yard. Kvass could not complain about him either.
“Yours are alive,” he said. - They were evacuated... But where, God forbid, I don't know.
In the evening Vitka, Sashka and Goshka went to explore. We reached the square without any incidents. There were almost no Germans and passers-by on the street. The wind rattled the shutters of abandoned houses, and broken glass shone everywhere. The largest five-story building in the city was destroyed on the square. Fragments of furniture, broken flower pots, dishes were scattered on the cobblestone pavement.
Right in the middle of the square, three German soldiers were digging into the ground a yellow post with a crossbar on top and an oblique support.
- What is it? Sasha asked. He had never seen anything like it.
- Gallows, - thought Goshka. - They are going to hang someone ...
- Whom? Sasha looked at him. And his eyes widened.
- You'll see ... - Goshka muttered gloomily.
A truck stopped at a building with a German flag and armed German soldiers began to jump out of the back. The boys rushed to the river, jumped over a wooden bridge burned in the middle and ended up on the other side. Deep craters and traces of shelling are everywhere in the city park. A shell hit the carousel, and painted wooden animals, crippled by splinters, lay on the ground.
A submachine gunner was walking by the entrance to the stadium. Wooden fence pasted over with posters about football matches, from above was cordoned off with barbed wire. Another submachine gunner was standing on a tower, knocked together from the boards of a destroyed house. The torn wallpaper fluttered in the wind. The German from the tower noticed the guys and began to look at them. It was too late to retreat, and they went along the road along the painted fence. The German looked after them and turned away. The boards on the tower creaked, a whistle was heard. The German began to whistle some song of his own.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Vitka ran up to the fence, where a board had been broken in one place, and clung to the crack. People were standing, sitting, lying on the green football field. There were many. Young and old, especially children. There were six-pointed stars on the clothes. Vitka had never seen such strange stars before. People were exhausted, with inflamed eyes. It was evident that they spent more than one night under open sky. Immediately at their feet stood empty bowlers with aluminum spoons.
A grey-bearded old man in a black long coat crouched down on his heels near the fence. He drew some incomprehensible signs on the ground with a thin stick and whispered something.
- Grandfather Moses! Vitka muttered. And the old man heard. He lifted his bald head and stared at Vitka. His red eyes were teary, but he stared straight ahead without blinking.
- Who are you, boy? the old man asked softly.
- I am Grohotov, grandfather Moses, Grohotov, - answered Vitka.
- Ai-i-i! the old man shook his head. - He is Grohotov! Did he run away from home with the same tomboys as himself? And the poor parents almost lost their minds. Oh, your asses are crying for a good belt!
It was the grandfather of Soli Sheps. The old man is eighty years old, and it is not clear why he was taken away? Grandfather Moses wouldn't hurt a fly. Every morning he took a low bench with a cotton pad out of the house and basked in the sun. I read newspapers, watched the games of the guys. Sometimes Aunt Katya, a cleaning lady who has four little kids, would let him babysit the smallest one. And grandfather Moses nursed the child, tickled him with his long white beard and told fairy tales.
- What are you doing here, grandfather? - asked Vitka.
He asks what am I doing here? I wish I knew it myself.
- Were you arrested?
- God only knows what is going on in this world ... They took me from a warm bed and, like cattle, they drove me here. I didn't even bring my woolen vest. I am an old, sick person, what do they want from me?
Victor could not answer this question.
- Where is Solya? - he asked.
- The poor boy had nothing in his mouth for three days ... - the old man glared at Vitka. - Do you have a small piece of bread?
- I'll get it, - said Vitka. - Grandfather, is there anyone of ours here?
“Boy, only poor Jews suffer here. Vitka glanced at the tower: the German was looking in his direction. The boy clung even tighter to the fence. If he raises the machine now, you need to fall into a roadside ditch and freeze. But the German did not raise his machine gun. He turned away and whistled again. I guess I didn't notice at dusk.
- Call Solya, - Whispered Vitka.
"Boy," the old man began to whisper. - Bring me a jumper from home. And in our pantry a lot of different tasty food… If you only knew what kind of stuffed pike Sarah, my poor daughter, knew how to cook!
“Our house burned down,” Vitka said.
- I forgot... My good Sarah took me to the shelter, why did she do it? I would rather burn in my house than suffer here. They'll kill us all, boy, you can trust old Moses. They take us out of town in cars and kill us like dogs. My poor daughter... - The old man's eyes filled with tears.
- Did they kill Aunt Sarah? - asked Vitka.
They took her away in the morning and didn't bring her back. And Sonya too.
- And Sonya? Vitka repeated.
“Tomorrow they will take away me and little Solomon… They are killing all the Jews. How have we angered God? Why does he punish us so cruelly?
- God, God, - said Vitka. - These are fascists! The old man brought his wrinkled, tear-stained face close to the crack and whispered fervently:
- I am a decrepit, feeble old man... I am not afraid of death. But my grandson Solomon... Have you heard, boy, how he plays the violin? This will great artist believe old Moses. Boy I know you can help. You are kind. Get Salt out of here. Why would he die so early? You can save him, I know. Boy, take Salt out of here...
Vitka looked around: the German was wiping a searchlight mounted on a tower with a rag.
"All right," Vitka said. - I'll come ... Let him wait for me at this gap. And if he can, let him break another board. She staggers. I'm leaving, grandpa. He will now turn on the spotlight.
Vitka crawled out onto the road and rushed along the fence to the school, where his friends were waiting for him. The white beam of the searchlight swept across the football field, dotted with crouching figures of people, along the fence, rested on Vitka's back. The boy slowed down his steps and, pulling his head into his shoulders, walked at a pace.
The white beam soared into the sky and again walked across the green field. People covered their eyes with their hands, hiding them from the blinding light.
- Who did you talk to? - asked Goshka, following the spotlight. Here, behind a pile of bricks, the searchlight did not reach.
- What do you think, - said Vitka, - if you hit the spotlight with a stone, will it go out?
CHAPTER FIVE. PETKA KVASS.
We spent the night at the Simakovs. The owner did not let me into the house, he said that it was already so crowded. Kvass led them to a hayloft crammed full of straw. The Simakovs kept a cow and a calf.
Senior Simakov did not greet the uninvited guests very kindly. Tall, wiry, with a red brick face, he scowled at them for a long time, frowning his tufted eyebrows.
- Buyanov? he asked, nodding at Goshka. - Your dad was here until the very end ... German, he finishes the Bolsheviks in the first place.
- Aren't you afraid? Buyanov asked.
- What should I be afraid of? I am non-partisan. And then, from the Soviet power suffered. They dispossessed my tyatenko and took the soul out of him, my dear… Just like your daddy. Simakov looked at Goshka again. - Stay the night, but I'll ask you not to linger. Morning with God. I do not have an inn ... And then, the new owner will not pat on the head if he finds out that I have provided you with an overnight stay.
Simakov slapped Kvas with a crack and, without even explaining why, left.
- I will not spend the night here, - said Goshka.
- Do you think it will? - asked Vitka.
- Where will you go? Sasha said. - At night there is a patrol at every turn.
- They go. - said Kvass, holding his purple cheek. - They will see someone at the wrong hour, they shoot from machine guns.
- Why is he you? - asked Allah.
“For bringing us to him,” said Vitka. Didn't you see how he looked like a wolf? That's it, Petka, step aside...
Kvass did not leave very willingly. He was offended: he had just earned a slap in the face from his own father, but they did not trust him.
“Go to the chapel,” Vitka advised Buyanov. - Under the workbench and sleep.
“We need to get out of here,” said Goshka.
“I have one thing to do here,” said Vitka.
We don't care about your business! Goshka flared up.
"I'm very tired," said Lucy.
- You do as you wish, but I went to bed, - said Kolya Bes. - What's the point of going at night? Let's run into the first patrol - and the cover.
Kvass approached them and said:
- Do not be afraid, dad will not inform.
“We are not afraid,” said Goshka. Petka left and soon returned with large pieces of black sliced bread, a jug of fresh milk.
- Mom gave, eat.
They drank milk round, straight from the jug.
- Can I bring you more? - asked Kvass.
- Drag, - said Sasha. - And grab something else. This time Petka returned to riding faster. His right cheek burned brighter than his left.
- Dad caught in the pantry, - he said and took out a solid piece of lard from his pants pocket. - I wanted more sausages, but here he is ...
- Do you even have sausage? Sasha asked curiously.
- There was a bombing near the store...
- Is it the one on the mountain?
- Don't waste the good, - said Kvass. - Everyone got it.
- Do you have an entrance to the pantry from the yard? Sasha asked. Petka looked at him.
- Dad locks everything up at night.
- Listen, Kvass, - said Goshka. “Give me back the jacket that… um… my mother gave you.” I won’t stay overnight, and without a jacket I’ll be cool ... Don’t look at me like a sheep at the gate. Go quickly and get your jacket. You don't want me to make a steak out of you when our guys get back, do you?
- I would give, and dad?
- In the morning, tell your strict daddy that I beat you and beat you up and took you away. And so that he believes, I will now put a magnificent bump on your forehead, and a blob on your nose. Do you know how I can do it?
Kvass sighed and went to get his jacket. He brought it rolled up under his arm.
- It's still great for me, - said Kvass. Goshka unfolded his jacket on his arm, blew on the pile, and suddenly became sad.
“Beast,” he said. - Already got dirty! - It's blood, - said Petka. - When we came with dad to you ... - And then he bit his tongue, but it was too late, Goshka rushed to him and grabbed his throat.
- Paskuda! Wear it, says Petyunya... Rummage through other people's apartments, damned marauders!
- Let him go, Gosh, - said Alla. He did bring us food.
Kvass did not even make excuses. He felt his neck, spat and left, saying:
- All the same after all everything burned down!
The night has come. The girls rustled hay and whispered. Then Alla began to cry, muffled sobs. Lucy whispered something quickly, kissed her.
Sasha and Kolya Bes immediately fell asleep. In a dream, Ladonshchikov was chewing something and grunting with pleasure. Vitka was not too lazy, crawled up to him and felt his hands. There was nothing in Sasha's hands.
The door to the hayloft is ajar. Above the lintel, a star twinkled. Long moonlight shadows spread across the yard. The moon was not visible. On the highway came the sharp, staccato German speech. Boots were stamped, there was a cry of "Halt!" And then the night was loudly slashed by machine-gun fire. The stomping and screaming disappeared. Sasha woke up.
- Are they bombing? - he asked.
- I dreamed, - said Vitka. - Get down! Sasha slid down the hay to the floor.
- Where are you going? - Allah asked from above.
- There is one thing, - answered Vitka.
- We are with you, - said Allah. - Lucy, get up! The girls were brought in hay.
- Well, what are you really? Vitka got angry. - We are on our own business ... Do you understand?
- Lie, - said Alla. - They're up to something.
"Good," Vitka said. Did you hear that they were shooting nearby? Let's see how Goshka is doing.
He grabbed Sasha by the arm and they ran out into the moonlit yard. No one can be seen on the deserted street, The headlights of a car shone far ahead. The boys ran across the road, jumped over the ditch and went along the path to the chapel. Goshka stood against the wall. He was wearing a new jacket over his jacket.
- Have you heard? Goshka said in a whisper. - They were shooting at someone.
There was a distant burst from a machine gun. - Again! Gosh shuddered.
“They will fire all night,” said Vitka.
“We need to get out of here quick…”
- Where? - asked Vitka.
- To ours!
- There is one person who can tell everything, - said Vitka. This man needs to be saved. He's in the stadium.
“We need to save ourselves,” Goshka objected. - And so everyone pays attention to us. It's no joke, a whole squad!
“I won’t leave the city until I get him out of there,” Vitka said firmly.
- Who is this man? Sasha asked. He yawned desperately and could not understand why he was dragged from the warm hayloft.
Vitka told about the meeting with grandfather Moses, about the Jewish camp, from which people are taken out of town every day to shoot people. There, behind the wire, their neighbor is Solya Sheps.
"I'm not going anywhere," said Goshka. - Because of Sheps Salt, I don’t want to turn into a dead man ...
- And you, Sasha? - asked Vitka.
- How will you save him? Sasha hesitated. - There's a German on the tower. And a searchlight ... We'll perish for a sniff of tobacco.
“We won’t even get to the stadium,” Goshka tried to dissuade. - Kvass said that after nine in the street it is impossible to appear: a curfew. They shoot without warning.
"All right," Vitka said dully. - I'll go alone. Grohotov did not return at night. He did not return in the morning. Kolya Bes overslept and didn't know anything.
Came from the Goshka chapel. His appearance was wrinkled. He didn't close his eyes all night. I just dozed off in the morning.
- I told him, cretin, it was not necessary to start this scam, - said Goshka. - At night in that side babahali ... Appeared Petka Kvass. He was surprised they were still here.
“Go away,” he said. - Dad will be back soon, high up.
- Where did he go? Goshka asked suspiciously.
- The Germans ordered the population to hand over their weapons. He carried a single-barreled shotgun to the commandant's office.
- I suggest leaving in twos or threes, - said Goshka. - All together it is impossible - they will definitely detain.
- Where to go? Kolya asked.
“If you want, stay with the Germans,” Goshka grinned. - Together with Kvass.
"We'll be waiting for Victor," Kolya said firmly.
“We won’t go without him,” Lucy supported.
- Maybe already in the square ... - Goshka muttered, - What is he doing there? - asked Allah.
Goshka and Sasha looked at each other and said nothing. The girls and Kolya Bes were not in the square and did not see how the Germans were building gallows there.
Vitka returned for dinner. The Simakovs no longer had anyone. Petka said that the guys were hiding in the chapel.
They probably talked about him, because when Grokhotov appeared on the threshold of the church, everyone fell silent.
“The Germans have some kind of holiday,” Vitka said. - By cars, on motorcycles go to the center. Even the general is alone with crosses. While they're out there yelling "Heil Hitler!" - we are a bullet from the city! I know where to go.
- You ... let go? Goshka asked. He looked confused. Buyanov had just convinced the guys that it was pointless to wait for Vitka, since he probably fell into the clutches of the Germans and is sitting behind bars if he is alive. Otherwise, where could he still be? We need to get out of the city immediately.
Just then Vitka appeared. Buyanov bit his tongue.
Why didn't you wake me up? Kolya asked with resentment.
- It was my mistake, - said Vitka. - You see, I relied on others ...
- Nothing happened, did it? Gosha chuckled. - Germans are stupid...
- You'd better shut up, - advised Alla.
“Gosh, you have some strange eyes,” Lucy looked at him sympathetically. - You are not sick?
“Bullshit,” Goshka gritted through his teeth. - I'm not you.
- If they stop, we'll say: we're going to the village to visit relatives, - Vitka warned.
Sashka hoisted the swollen knapsack onto his back with difficulty.
Victor looked at him, but said nothing.
- I didn't waste my time here either ... - Sashka grinned.
They left the city in the same way, along the Blue, which they left their father's house a few days before the war. Now it seemed like an eternity had passed since then.
Having got out into the wild, they turned to the first village, which stood forlornly on a hill. On another hillock there is a small cemetery with an old log church. The cemetery is hidden under the shade of huge gnarled trees.
Vitka looked around and led the guys there. At the chapel we turned onto a path overgrown with dense tenacious shrubs. Trees blotted out the sky, branches clung to clothes. There are rusty iron and wooden crosses on the grave hills. Some stuck out at random, others fell. At the fence Vitka stopped and whistled three times.
From behind the grave mounds, like ghosts, six dark-haired, pale-faced boys came out. Sunken black eyes, thin necks in loose, dirty shirt collars.
"Hello," the elder said and smiled. In one of them, they hardly recognized Solya Sheps. Recently, it was a rosy-cheeked full boy, on which short pants look cracked. Now before them stood the shadow of Salt Sheps.
The rest didn't look much better.
- And Sonya and her mother were taken away somewhere, - said Solya. We waited and waited, but they never returned.
He spoke in a colorless, muffled voice. And from somewhere the Adam's apple that had taken hold of his throat moved, as if Solya was swallowing the words.
“We haven’t eaten anything for two days,” said a tall boy with wide black eyebrows fused at the bridge of his nose, who was their elder.
“Here the sorrel grows by the hedge,” said Solya. - We cut off everything, but we didn’t go out into the meadow, as you said ... - He looked at Vitka.
And Vitka looked at Sasha, winked at him, and they stepped aside.
"Untie," said Grokhotov.
- What to untie? Sasha didn't understand.
- Don't play the fool! Untie the bag...
- We have nothing to eat! Sasha protested.
- With your talents, we will not die of hunger, - Vitka grinned.
Sashka, almost crying, untied the sack and took out a circle of smoked sausage. I looked at it and put it back in the bag.
“I can't,” he said. - You smell how it smells ... Vitka took away the bag and took out sausage, lard. bread. When he thrust his hand into it again, Ladonshchikov snatched the sack, wrapped it around with straps, and blurted out, his eyes flashing:
- Do you know what I risked? head! If Simakov had caught me in the pantry, he would have destroyed me like a fascist!
"They haven't eaten for two days," Vitka said. - What keeps the soul.
“And you want to destroy them completely,” Sashka remarked angrily. - Is it possible with hunger so much food at once?
“I don’t recognize you, Sasha,” said Vitka, and even looked at him with some pity. - It seems that you have not been such a greedy man before?
- Yah you! - Ladonshchikov snapped and, carefully clutching the bag, went to the church, Vitka gave the boys provisions. They immediately perked up, their eyes lit up. A tall boy with broad eyebrows took bread, lard and sausage. The others didn't take their eyes off him.
“They took everything from me,” he said. - Give me the knife, please.
In order not to embarrass them, the guys stepped aside.
- All this company will also go with us? asked Goshka, lowering his voice.
“I hate talking to you,” Vitka turned away from him.
Goshka flushed, squinted at Alla to see if she had heard, but restrained himself.
"Let's go through the villages," Vitka said. - We will tell everyone that we are from an orphanage, they say, our house was bombed, so we make our way to relatives ...
A tall boy approached them. He hastily swallowed a hard circle of sausage and said:
- We can't be together with you ... We will infiltrate to ours one by one. The main thing is to cross the front... I have an aunt in Zhytomyr. Lyova has a sister in Odessa… If we're lucky, we'll get there.
- Lucky, - said Vitka.
- One is bad, but it is impossible otherwise. It will be too noticeable.
- Yes, - said Vitka.
- I'm with you, - Solya approached them. - I have no relatives.
“There are so many of us,” Goshka grumbled. - A whole squad. Solya looked at him questioningly with his large, bulging eyes.
- Am I extra?
- Don't listen to him, - said Vitka and threw a devastating look at Goshka, - You don't want me to go with you? Solya looked around at everyone with a dull look.
- Fool, - said Alla. - Where are you without us?
“You will come with us,” Vitka reassured him. - And let's not talk about this topic anymore.
- Don't you pester: the more of us, the more suspicious it is for the Germans? - exclaimed Goshka, stung by Vitka's tone.
- What happened to you? - asked Allah. - You've never been like that.
“Pay no attention to him,” smiled Sole Grohotov. - Goshka was a little shell-shocked during the bombing ...
Five dark-haired, big-eyed boys quietly said goodbye and, like shadows, dispersed in different directions.
Solya followed them with sad eyes and sighed convulsively.
There was a short meeting before the long journey. Lyusya Vorobyeva said that the group now has seven people. Of these, five were Komsomol members ... Goshka made an amendment: he, Vitka Grokhotov and Alla Bortnikova did indeed apply to the Komsomol, but they had not yet been accepted, they promised to accept them in the new academic year, so they are not Komsomol members ...
“No, we are all members of the Komsomol now,” summed up Lucy. - I, as a Komsomol organizer of the class, transfer my powers ... - Lucy looked around at everyone and stopped at Buyanov.
"I'm not a Komsomol member," he muttered.
- Who are you then? - everyone looked at Goshka with surprise, but he answered without any embarrassment.

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Which answer option contains the information necessary to substantiate the answer to the question: “Why did Oleg have to succeed in art for two at once: for himself and for his grandmother?”

1) Oleg had such a musical talent that would be enough for two: for him and for his grandmother.

2) Oleg, according to his grandmother, was obliged to realize her unfulfilled hopes, and his success would have become grandmother's success.

3) Oleg was a more purposeful person than his grandmother, and therefore success in art was bound to come to him.

4) Both Oleg and grandmother loved music and dreamed of becoming musicians, but Oleg was more ambitious.

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In which variant of the answer is personification a means of expressiveness of speech?

1) (11) Colleagues loved grandmother, they said that music left the accounting department with her: grandmother constantly sang something.

2) (14) Unlike his grandmother, his father wanted Oleg to become an intelligent engineer in the future.

3) (17) The bow - that's what he will hold in his hands all his life!

4) (26) “Perhaps these are new methods musical education? Grandmother argued.

(3) The grandmother decided that her grandson had a wonderful ear and that "with such perfect pitch it is absolutely necessary to learn music."

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to the exam in music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding 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 at once: for himself and for his grandmother.

(10) Once 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 grandmother, they said that music left the accounting department with her: grandmother constantly sang something.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg's hands. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

- All of it! .. (29) With your own hands!

(30) And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed:

But the main thing, of course, is the music! (31) He will be a musician!

(According to A. Aleksin) *

* Aleksin Anatoly Georgievich (born in 1924) - writer, playwright. His works, such as "My Brother Plays the Clarinet", "Characters and Performers", "Third in the Fifth Row", etc., tell mainly about the world of youth.

Answer:

From sentences 24-34 write out the word, the spelling of the prefix in which depends on the suffix.

(1) Father came home pretty exhausted, but in a good mood.

(2) - My child, - he turned to his son, - what does this turn out to be? (3) Before my father had time to fly in from a business trip, he was already being pulled to school to see the class teacher. (4) In the middle of the working day! (5) Some kind of nonsense!

(6) Kirill immediately began to explain everything to his father: that he was not really to blame, that Eva Petrovna accused him unfairly, without even understanding the situation, that this offended him and therefore he behaved not very politely.

(7) - Eva Petrovna considers your today's behavior defiant, terrifying, undermining the foundations of pedagogy, - the father summed up good-naturedly after the son's story. (8) He knew that Cyril was not guilty, although he believed that he could show more understanding.

(9) - What do you think? Kirill asked, looking at his father with curiosity. (10) However, the father did not answer anything, he only walked faster around the room from corner to corner.

(11) Cyril sighed condescendingly:

(12) - You have a difficult position, dad. (13) Your conscience does not allow you to agree with Eva Petrovna. (14) And to say that your son is right and that he is not to blame for anything is non-pedagogical. (15) Yes?

(16) The father objected loudly:

(17) - Don't talk nonsense, son! (18) “Pedagogical, non-pedagogical” ... (19) You understand that it’s not about pedagogy, but about human relations.

(20) - Dad, this is what I wanted to ask: why do you think our Eva Petrovna is like this? Kirill turned to his father.

(21) - What is "such"? (22) In general, ordinary, - answered the father. - (23) You must be looking at her too harshly.

(24) - Yeah. (25) You still say: “What right do you have to discuss an adult?” (26) And how to live so as not to discuss? (27) It is still being discussed - not out loud, but in the head. (28) And it doesn’t work out differently: you can’t turn off your brains.

(29) - You see, Cyrus ... (30) Discussing and judging are two different things. (31) To judge, one must understand. (32) Have you tried to understand Eva Petrovna, getting tired every day at school, torn up by chores in the family? (33) Possibly having health problems. (34) And yet working with full dedication. (35) For you.

(36) - For us? (37) And she asked us if we need it?

(38) - Wait. (39) I talked with her today and I see: she is sincerely convinced that she is doing the right thing, she gives a lot of strength to her work.

(40) And the fact that she does not always understand you, well ...

(41) - You see! (42) She doesn’t understand, but we should, right ?!

(43) - Cyril, my dear, - the father said slowly. (44)- human relations- this is not a market where there is trade and exchange of goods: you gave me so much, and I gave you so much for it ... (45) You can’t measure it like that: you showed so much understanding, and I will measure you an equal dose. (46) And with kindness it’s impossible. (47) And even more so with resentment. (48) Than better man, the kinder he is to others and the more he understands other people. (49) Because he is like that on his own, and not because he is waiting for a reward for his kindness ... (50) Cyrus, don't argue now, just think.

(51) - Okay, - Cyril sighed.

(52) The father hugged him by the shoulders.

(53) - You are still fighting evil, with injustice in a musketeer way.

(54) But you can’t always decide everything in life, as in battle, with swords. (55) Human understanding is, if you like, also a powerful weapon in the struggle for justice ... (56) If you try to take a deeper look at your teacher Eva Petrovna with understanding, maybe she will become kinder.

(according to V.P. Krapivin) *

* Vladislav Petrovich Krapivin (born in 1938) - Soviet and Russian children's writer, author of books about children and for children, including science fiction. Vladislav Krapivin's books have been repeatedly reprinted in Poland, Czechoslovakia, Bulgaria, Germany, Japan, Hungary, translated into English, Spanish, Persian and other languages.

(2) - My child, - he turned to his son, - what does this turn out to be?

Answer:

From sentences 11-13 write out the word in which the spelling of the suffix is determined by the spelling rule short form passive past participles.

(1)More 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 a wonderful ear and that "with such perfect pitch it is absolutely necessary to learn music."

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

- All of it! .. (29) With your own hands!

(30) And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed:

But the main thing, of course, is the music! (31) He will be a musician!

(According to A. Aleksin) *

(1) Even in kindergarten, Oleg learned the song "A Christmas tree was born in the forest."

Answer:

Replace the colloquial word FEELING in sentence 37 with a stylistically neutral synonym. Write this synonym.

(1) Composer Edvard Grieg spent autumn in the woods near Bergen. (2) All forests are good, but mountain forests near the sea are especially good: you can hear the surf in them.

(3) Once Grieg met in the forest a little girl with two pigtails - the daughter of a forester. (4) She collected fir cones and put them in a wicker basket.

– (5) What is your name, girl? Grieg asked.

- (6) Dagny, - the girl answered in an undertone.

(7) She answered in an undertone, not from fear, but from embarrassment. (8) She could not be frightened, since Grieg's eyes laughed.

- (9) That's the trouble! Grieg said. - (10) I have nothing to give you. (11) I don’t carry dolls, ribbons, or velvet hares in my pocket. (12) Listen, Dagny, I came up with. (13) I will give you one interesting thing. (14) But not now, but in ten years.

(15) Dagny even threw up her hands.

- (16) Oh, how long!

- (17) I still need to do it. (18) I will do it, maybe in a few days, but such things are not given to children. (19) I make gifts for adults, but you are still small and do not understand much. (20) Now give me a basket, you can hardly drag it. (21) I will accompany you, and we will talk about something else.

(22) The basket was really heavy, and Dagny, with a sigh, handed it to Grieg.

(23) When the forester's house appeared among the trees, Grieg said:

- (24) Well, now you will run by yourself, Dagny.

- (25) Won't you come to us?

- (26) Thank you. (27) Now I have no time. (28) Farewell, Dagny!

... (29) When Dagny was eighteen years old and she graduated from school, her father took her to visit his sister in the city. (30) Once Dagny and her aunt went to a concert. (31) It was a warm June, there were white nights, and concerts were held in the open-air city park. (32) Despite the evening, neither the conductor nor the orchestra turned on the lights above the consoles.

(33) Dagny heard symphonic music for the first time. (34) She made a strange effect on her. (35) All the overflows of the orchestra evoked in Dagny many pictures that looked like dreams. (36) Then she shuddered and looked up. (37) It seemed to her that a thin man in a tailcoat, announcing the program of the concert, called her name.

(38) Auntie looked at Dagny with either horror or admiration.

- (39) What happened? Dagny asked. (40) Auntie grabbed her hand and whispered:

- (41) Listen!

(42) Then Dagny heard a man in a tailcoat say:

- (43) Listeners from the last rows ask me to repeat. (44) So, now the famous musical play by Edvard Grieg, dedicated to Dagny, the forester's daughter, will be performed on the occasion of her eighteenth birthday.

(45) At first she did not hear anything. (46) A storm roared inside her. (47) Then she finally heard the shepherd's horn singing in the early morning and in response to it with hundreds of voices, with a slight shudder, the string orchestra responds like an echo. (48) The melody grew, rose, raged like the wind, rushed along the tops of the trees, tore off the leaves, shook the grass, beat in the face with cool spray.

(49)Yes! (50) It was her homeland, her mountains, the songs of the horns, the sound of her sea! (51) So that gray-haired man who helped her bring the basket home was Edvard Grieg, a true magician and great musician! (52) So this is the gift he promised to give her in ten years!

(According to K. Paustovsky) *

* Paustovsky Konstantin Georgievich (1892-1968) - Russian writer, master of romantic prose, author of works about nature, historical stories, artistic memoirs.

(3) Once Grieg met in the forest a little girl with two pigtails - the daughter of a forester.

Answer:

Replace the phrase "music circle" (sentence 13), built on the basis of agreement, with a synonymous phrase with a control connection. Write the resulting phrase.

(1) Even 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 a wonderful ear and that "with such perfect pitch it is absolutely necessary to learn music."

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

- All of it! .. (29) With your own hands!

(30) And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed:

But the main thing, of course, is the music! (31) He will be a musician!

(According to A. Aleksin) *

(1) Even in kindergarten, Oleg learned the song "A Christmas tree was born in the forest."

Answer:

Write down the grammatical basis of sentence 25.

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

- All of it! .. (29) With your own hands!

(30) And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed:

But the main thing, of course, is the music! (31) He will be a musician!

(According to A. Aleksin) *

(2) That's where the trouble started.

Answer:

Among sentences 26-30, find a sentence with a separate clarifying circumstance. Write the number of this offer.

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

- All of it! .. (29) With your own hands!

(30) And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed:

But the main thing, of course, is the music! (31) He will be a musician!

(According to A. Aleksin) *

(2) That's where the trouble started.

Answer:

In the sentences below from the read text, all commas are numbered. Write down the numbers that indicate commas when referring.

- Look, (1) you need to take care of your hands! All your destiny is in your hands! Or rather, (2) in your fingers.

- 3rd, (3) grandmother, (4) - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. So I develop them. So in a musical circle they advise: plan, (5) they say, (6) saw!

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

- All of it! .. (29) With your own hands!

(30) And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed:

But the main thing, of course, is the music! (31) He will be a musician!

(According to A. Aleksin) *

Answer:

Specify Quantity grammar basics in sentence 6. Write down the answer in numbers.

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

- All of it! .. (29) With your own hands!

(30) And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed:

But the main thing, of course, is the music! (31) He will be a musician!

(According to A. Aleksin) *

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

Answer:

In the sentences below from the read text, all commas are numbered. Write down the number indicating the comma between the parts complex sentence linked by a coordinating link.

Oleg also loved his grandmother, (1) so he agreed to study music. A cello was bought, (2) and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

Unlike my grandmother, (3) my father wanted (4) Oleg to become an intelligent engineer in the future.

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

- All of it! .. (29) With your own hands!

(30) And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed:

But the main thing, of course, is the music! (31) He will be a musician!

(According to A. Aleksin) *

Answer:

Among sentences 1-6, find a complex sentence with homogeneous subordination of subordinate clauses. Write the number of this offer.

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

15.1 Write an essay-reasoning, revealing the meaning of the statement of the famous linguist L. A. Novikov: "A word in speech has the ability to generalize and at the same time designate individually unique." Justify your answer by giving 2 examples from the text you read. When giving examples, indicate the numbers of the required sentences or use citations.

You can write a work in a scientific or journalistic style, revealing the topic on linguistic material. You can start the composition with the words of L. A. Novikov.

A work written without relying on the text read (not on this text) is not evaluated.

15.2 Write an essay-reasoning. Explain how you understand the meaning of the final text: “All the shelves and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted: - All of it! .. With my own hands! And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed: - But the main thing, of course, is music! He will be a musician!

Give in your essay 2 arguments from the read text that confirm your reasoning.

When giving examples, indicate the numbers of the required sentences or use citations.

The essay must be at least 70 words.

If the essay is a paraphrase or a complete rewrite source text without any comments, then such work is evaluated by zero points.

Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting.

15.3 How do you understand the meaning of the word CHOICE?

Formulate and comment on your definition. Write an essay-reasoning on the topic “What is a choice”, taking the definition given by you as a thesis. Arguing your thesis, give 2 examples-arguments that confirm your reasoning: give one example-argument from the text you read, and the second from your life experience.

The essay must be at least 70 words.

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(4) Oleg was solemnly and noisily taken to an exam at a music school. (5) And they brought him back quietly and bewildered: the teachers did not find the boy's musical abilities.

(6) Grandmother was very upset, but then she said that the first failure of her grandson just speaks of his outstanding talent: Chaliapin was also not accepted into the choir in his youth.

(12) Oleg also loved his grandmother, so he agreed to study music. (13) A cello was bought, and Oleg began to go to a music circle.

(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

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 planer, a file, and pliers, which greatly worried his grandmother.

- (19) Look, you need to take care of your hands! (20) All your destiny is in your

hands! (21) Or rather, in your fingers.

- (22) 3 know, grandmother, - Oleg agreed good-naturedly. - (23)Here

I develop them. (24) So they advise in a musical circle: plan,

they say drink! (25) This is also art!

(26) "Maybe these are new methods of musical education?" Grandmother argued.

(27) All bookcases and bookshelves in the house were made by Oleg. (28) When the guests gathered, the grandmother slowly, secretly from her grandson, boasted:

- All of it! .. (29) With your own hands!

(30) And then loudly, so that Oleg could hear, she exclaimed:

But the main thing, of course, is the music! (31) He will be a musician!

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CHAPTER FIVE. PETKA KVASS.

We spent the night at the Simakovs. The owner did not let me into the house, he said that it was already so crowded. Kvass led them to a hayloft crammed full of straw. The Simakovs kept a cow and a calf.

Senior Simakov did not greet the uninvited guests very kindly. Tall, wiry, with a red brick face, he scowled at them for a long time, frowning his tufted eyebrows.

- Buyanov? he asked, nodding at Goshka. “Your dad was here until the very end ... He’s a German, he finishes the Bolsheviks in the first place.

- Aren't you afraid? Buyanov asked.

- What should I be afraid of? I am non-partisan. And then, from the Soviet power suffered. They dispossessed my tyatenko and took the soul out of him, my dear… Just like your daddy. Simakov looked at Goshka again. - Stay the night, but I ask you not to linger. Morning with God. I do not have an inn ... And then, the new owner will not pat on the head if he finds out that I have provided you with an overnight stay.

Simakov slapped Kvas with a crack and, without even explaining why, left.

“I won’t spend the night here,” said Goshka.

- Do you think it will? Vitka asked.

- Where will you go? Sasha said. “There are patrols at every turn at night.

- They go. - said Kvass, holding his purple cheek. - They will see someone at the wrong hour, they shoot from machine guns.

- Why is he you? Allah asked.

“For bringing us to him,” said Vitka. Didn't you see how he looked like a wolf? That's it, Petka, step aside...

Kvass did not leave very willingly. He was offended: he had just earned a slap in the face from his own father, but they did not trust him.

“Go to the chapel,” Vitka advised Buyanov. - Under the workbench and sleep.

“We need to get out of here,” said Goshka.

“I have one thing to do here,” said Vitka.

We don't care about your business! Goshka flared up.

“I’m very tired,” Lucy said.

- You do as you wish, but I went to bed, - said Kolya Bes. What's the point of going at night? Let's run into the first patrol - and the cover.

Kvass approached them and said:

- Do not be afraid, dad will not inform.

“We are not afraid,” said Goshka. Petka left and soon returned with large pieces of black sliced bread, a jug of fresh milk.

- Mom gave, eat.

They drank milk round, straight from the jug.

- Bring more? Kvass asked.

“Drag,” Sasha said. - And grab something else. This time Petka returned to riding faster. His right cheek burned brighter than his left.

“Dad caught in the closet,” he said, and took a solid piece of bacon out of his pants pocket. - I wanted more sausages, but here he ...

Do you even have sausage? Sasha asked curiously.

- There was a bombing near the store...

- Is that the one on the mountain?

- Do not waste the good, - said Kvass. - They all got it.

- Do you have an entrance to the pantry from the yard? Sasha asked. Petka looked at him.

- Dad locks everything up at night.

“Listen, Kvass,” said Goshka. “Give me back the jacket that… um… my mother gave you.” I won’t stay overnight, and without a jacket I’ll be cool ... Don’t look at me like a sheep at the gate. Go quickly and get your jacket. You don't want me to make a steak out of you when our guys get back, do you?

- I would give, and dad?

- In the morning, tell your strict daddy that I beat you and beat you up and took you away. And so that he believes, I will now put a magnificent lump on your forehead, and a blob on your nose. Do you know how I can do it?

Kvass sighed and went to get his jacket. He brought it rolled up under his arm.

“He’s still great for me,” said Kvass. Goshka unfolded his jacket on his arm, blew on the pile, and suddenly became sad.

“Beast,” he said. - Already got it dirty! “It’s blood,” Petka said. - When we came with dad to you ... - And then he bit his tongue, but it was too late, Goshka rushed to him and grabbed his throat.

- Paskuda! Wear it, says Petyunya... Rummage through other people's apartments, damned marauders!

“Let him go, Gosh,” Alla said. He did bring us food.

Kvass did not even make excuses. He felt his neck, spat and left, saying:

- All the same, everything burned down!

The night has come. The girls rustled hay and whispered. Then Alla began to cry, muffled sobs. Lucy whispered something quickly, kissed her.

Sasha and Kolya Bes immediately fell asleep. In a dream, Ladonshchikov was chewing something and grunting with pleasure. Vitka was not too lazy, crawled up to him and felt his hands. There was nothing in Sasha's hands.

The door to the hayloft is ajar. Above the lintel, a star twinkled. Long moonlight shadows spread across the yard. The moon was not visible. On the highway came the sharp, staccato German speech. Boots were stamped, there was a cry of "Halt!" And then the night was loudly slashed by machine-gun fire. The stomping and screaming disappeared. Sasha woke up.

- Are they bombed? - he asked.

“I dreamed,” said Vitka. - Get down! Sasha slid down the hay to the floor.

- Where are you going? Allah asked from above.

“There is one thing,” Vitka answered.

“We are with you,” Alla said. Lucy, get up! The girls were brought in hay.

- Well, what are you really? Victor got angry. - We are on our own business ... Do you understand?

- Lie, - said Allah. - They're up to something.

"Good," Vitka said. Did you hear that they were shooting nearby? Let's see how Goshka is doing.

He grabbed Sasha by the arm and they ran out into the moonlit yard. No one can be seen on the deserted street, The headlights of a car shone far ahead. The boys ran across the road, jumped over the ditch and went along the path to the chapel. Goshka stood against the wall. He was wearing a new jacket over his jacket.

- Did you hear? Goshka said in a whisper. They were shooting at someone.

There was a distant burst from a machine gun. - Again! Gosh shuddered.

“They will fire all night,” said Vitka.

“We need to get out of here faster…”

- Where? Vitka asked.

- To ours!

“There is one person who can tell everything,” said Vitka. This man needs to be saved. He's in the stadium.

“We need to save ourselves,” Goshka objected. And so everyone pays attention to us. It's no joke, a whole squad!

“I won’t leave the city until I get him out of there,” Vitka said firmly.

- Who is this man? Sasha asked. He yawned desperately and could not understand why he was dragged from the warm hayloft.

Vitka told about the meeting with grandfather Moses, about the Jewish camp, from which people are taken out of town every day to shoot people. There, behind the wire, their neighbor is Solya Sheps.

“I’m not going anywhere,” said Goshka. - Because of Sheps Salt, I don’t want to turn into a dead man ...

- And you, Sasha? Vitka asked.

- How will you save him? Sasha hesitated. - There's a German on the tower. And a searchlight ... We'll perish for a sniff of tobacco.

“We won’t even get to the stadium,” Goshka tried to dissuade. - Kvass said that after nine you can’t appear on the street: curfew. They shoot without warning.

"All right," Vitka said dully. - I'll go alone. Grohotov did not return at night. He did not return in the morning. Kolya Bes overslept and didn't know anything.

Came from the Goshka chapel. His appearance was wrinkled. He didn't close his eyes all night. I just dozed off in the morning.

“I told him, you cretin, you shouldn’t have started this scam,” said Goshka. - At night, in that direction, they were babahali ... Petka Kvass appeared. He was surprised they were still here.

“Go away,” he said. - Soon dad will return, high raise.

- Where did he go? Goshka asked suspiciously.

The Germans ordered the population to hand over their weapons. He carried a single-barreled shotgun to the commandant's office.

“I suggest leaving in twos or threes,” said Goshka. – You can’t do it all together – they will definitely detain you.

- Where to go? Kolya asked.

“If you want, stay with the Germans,” Goshka grinned. - Together with Kvass.

"We'll be waiting for Victor," Kolya said firmly.

“We won’t go without him,” Lucy supported.

- Maybe already in the square ... - Goshka muttered, - What is he doing there? Allah asked.

Goshka and Sasha looked at each other and said nothing. The girls and Kolya Bes were not in the square and did not see how the Germans were building gallows there.

Vitka returned for dinner. The Simakovs no longer had anyone. Petka said that the guys were hiding in the chapel.

They probably talked about him, because when Grokhotov appeared on the threshold of the church, everyone fell silent.

“The Germans have some kind of holiday,” Vitka said. - By cars, on motorcycles go to the center. Even the general is alone with crosses. While they're out there yelling "Heil Hitler!" - we are a bullet from the city! I know where to go.

“You…were you released?” Goshka asked. He looked confused. Buyanov had just convinced the guys that it was pointless to wait for Vitka, since he probably fell into the clutches of the Germans and is sitting behind bars if he is alive. Otherwise, where could he still be? We need to get out of the city immediately.

Just then Vitka appeared. Buyanov bit his tongue.

Why didn't you wake me up? – with resentment asked Kolya.

“It was my mistake,” Victor said. - You see, I relied on others ...

“Nothing happened, did it?” Gosha chuckled. “The Germans are such fools…

“You better shut up,” Alla advised.

“Gosh, you have some strange eyes,” Lucy looked at him sympathetically. - You are not sick?

“Bullshit,” Goshka gritted through his teeth. - I'm not you.

“If they stop, we’ll say: we’re going to the village to visit relatives,” Vitka warned.

Sashka hoisted the swollen knapsack onto his back with difficulty.

Victor looked at him, but said nothing.

“I didn’t waste my time here either ...” Sashka grinned.

They left the city in the same way, along the Blue, which they left their father's house a few days before the war. Now it seemed like an eternity had passed since then.

From behind the grave mounds, like ghosts, six dark-haired, pale-faced boys came out. Sunken black eyes, thin necks in loose, dirty shirt collars.

“Hello,” the elder said and smiled. In one of them, they hardly recognized Solya Sheps. Recently, it was a rosy-cheeked full boy, on which short pants look cracked. Now before them stood the shadow of Salt Sheps.

The rest didn't look much better.

- And Sonya and her mother were taken away somewhere, - said Solya. We waited and waited, but they never came back.

“We haven’t eaten anything for two days,” said a tall boy with wide, black eyebrows fused at the bridge of his nose, who was their elder.

“The sorrel grows here by the hedge,” said Solya. “We cut off everything, but we didn’t go out into the meadow, as you said ...” He looked at Vitka.

And Vitka looked at Sasha, winked at him, and they stepped aside.

“Untie,” said Grokhotov.

- Untie what? Sasha didn't understand.

- Don't play the fool! Untie the bag...

- We have nothing to eat! Sasha protested.

“With your talents, we won’t die of hunger,” Vitka grinned.

Sashka, almost crying, untied the sack and took out a circle of smoked sausage. I looked at it and put it back in the bag.

“I can't,” he said. - You smell how it smells ... Vitka took away the bag and took out sausage, lard. bread. When he thrust his hand into it again, Ladonshchikov snatched the sack, wrapped it around with straps, and blurted out, his eyes flashing:

Do you know what I risked? head! If Simakov had caught me in the pantry, he would have destroyed me like a fascist!

“They haven’t eaten for two days,” Vitka said. - What keeps the soul.

“But you want to destroy them completely,” Sashka remarked angrily. - Is it possible to eat so much food at once from hunger?

“I don’t recognize you, Sasha,” said Vitka, and even looked at him with some kind of pity. - It seems that you have not been such a greedy man before?

- Yah you! - Ladonshchikov snapped and, carefully clutching the bag, went to the church, Vitka gave the boys provisions. They immediately perked up, their eyes lit up. A tall boy with broad eyebrows took bread, lard and sausage. The others didn't take their eyes off him.

“They took everything from me,” he said. - Give me the knife, please.

In order not to embarrass them, the guys stepped aside.

“The whole company will come with us, too?” Goshka asked, lowering his voice.

“I hate talking to you,” Vitka turned away from him.

Goshka flushed, squinted at Alla to see if she had heard, but restrained himself.

“Let's go through the villages,” said Vitka. - We will tell everyone that we are from an orphanage, they say, our house was bombed, so we make our way to relatives ...

A tall boy approached them. He hastily swallowed a hard circle of sausage and said:

“We can’t be together with you ... We will infiltrate to ours one by one. The main thing is to cross the front... I have an aunt in Zhytomyr. Lyova has a sister in Odessa… If we're lucky, we'll get there.

“Lucky,” said Vitka.

- One is bad, but it is impossible otherwise. It will be too noticeable.

“Yes,” Vitka said.

“I’m with you,” Solya approached them. - I have no relatives.

“There are so many of us,” Goshka grumbled. - A whole squad. Solya looked at him questioningly with his large, bulging eyes.

- Am I redundant?

"Don't listen to him," said Vitka, and threw a devastating look at Goshka, "You don't want me to go with you?" Solya looked around at everyone with a dull look.

“Fool,” said Alla. - Where are you without us?

“You will come with us,” Vitka reassured him. “Let’s not talk about this anymore.

- Don't you pester: the more of us, the more suspicious it is for the Germans? - exclaimed Goshka, stung by Vitka's tone.

– What happened to you? Allah asked. “You have never been like this.

“Pay no attention to him,” smiled Sole Grohotov. - Goshka was a little shell-shocked during the bombing ...

Five dark-haired, big-eyed boys quietly said goodbye and, like shadows, dispersed in different directions.

Solya followed them with sad eyes and sighed convulsively.

There was a short meeting before the long journey. Lyusya Vorobyeva said that the group now has seven people. Of these, five were Komsomol members... Goshka made an amendment: he, Vitka Grohotov and Alla Bortnikova had indeed submitted an application to the Komsomol, but they had not yet been accepted, they promised to be accepted in the new academic year, so they were not Komsomol members at all...

“No, we are all members of the Komsomol now,” Lucy summed up. - I, as a Komsomol organizer of the class, transfer my powers ... - Lucy looked around at everyone and stopped at Buyanov.

"I'm not a Komsomol member," he muttered.

- Who are you then? - everyone looked at Goshka with surprise, but he answered without any embarrassment:

- Nobody. I am non-partisan.

An indignant noise arose, but Lucy clapped her hands several times and everyone fell silent.

“The leader of our group will be Vitya Grohotov,” she said loudly. - Are there any objections?

There were no objections. Even Goshka, who never gave way to anyone in anything, said nothing.

“The war changed everything,” said Vitka after a long pause. Now I am a member of the Komsomol.

“And I am a Komsomol member,” said Alla. Goshka was silent.

- Here are the freaks! Sasha chuckled. – What are you talking about here? Now the war, and our school was bombed! We are nobody now, understand? Homeless children! I can't even believe I've ever sat at a desk...

“You have always been a bad pioneer,” Lucy remarked. “Homeless children, that’s who we are,” Sashka repeated. c - Do not confuse everyone in one heap, - said Alla. – If there is a war, then life has stopped? And we are no longer human? The war will end and again we will sit at our desks and study. Of course, everything. what happened is scary... and we will never forget it... But we are human beings and will not lose our human dignity under any circumstances.

“Well said,” Kolya Bes remarked curtly.

“I consider the meeting closed,” Lucy concluded.

CHAPTER SIX. INCIDENT IN THE VILLAGE OF KOKORINE.

On the way we met a village, the same as dozens of others. It stood aside from the highway and was called Kokorino. In the center is a white church with a gilded cross. The Germans do not seem to be visible.

Before they had passed the church, three men with white armbands came out of a large house covered with new shingles. Two have carbines behind them, one has a German machine gun.

- Where, well done, this is the most, we are keeping the way? – peacefully asked one of them, the smallest. The one with the machine gun did not even reach the shoulder.

“We, uncles, are from the orphanage,” said Vitka. “After the bombing, we fell behind the train and lost our…

“From an orphanage, then,” said the man. - And where, I wonder, was this orphanage?

Vitka named his city, although he was not sure that an orphanage existed there.

- Untie the bags! ordered the second, with an unpleasantly long face. He was by no means peaceful.

The guys turned the bags and backpacks inside out. Apart from spoons, mugs and toothbrushes, there was nothing there. Sasha's bag was also empty. The last round of excellent smoked sausage was eaten last night.

“They don’t have anything in their sacks, Kuzma,” said the peasant, who ordered the sacks to be untied.

Long Kuzma, he had not yet uttered a word, was their elder. Kuzma's face is swollen, instead of eyes there are two small slits. These evil slits unfriendly felt the guys.

- What's your name? he suddenly asked Goshka in a hoarse voice. He answered.

- Is there Volodya among you?

Goshka called everyone by name. There was no Volodya.

“Volodka’s nose is broken,” one of the peasants remarked.

“I would strangle him, the bastard, with my own hands,” said Kuzma.

– And what do we have to do with it? Vitka growled. “Come here…” Kuzma affectionately beckoned with his finger. Vitka came up. The man raised a hefty fist to his very nose. - What smells?

“Tobacco,” said Vitka, looking into his eyes. - And onions.

Kuzma suddenly grinned and poked the boy in the teeth.

Vitka flew off to the side, nearly knocking Goshka down. - Smells like death! Kuzma barked and wiped his fist on his pants. - Come on, men, drive them to the barn. Unter swears that we are idle, so let him admire the prisoners ...

The men took them to an empty barn and locked them up.

- Give me something to eat! Sasha asked.

“Tomorrow the non-commissioned officer will come from the commandant’s office, he will feed you, that’s it,” the man grinned.

- Bastards! Vitka muttered, licking his bloodied lip.

This was the first meeting of the guys with the policemen, whom the Germans began to plant in the captured villages and villages. The guys did not even know yet that these traitors to the Motherland are called policemen.

Vitka carefully examined the barn. In a dark corner, the roof was rotten and the sky was visible. With difficulty, breaking off his nails, he climbed up the logs to the crossbar and, loosening the rotten boards, looked out. The policemen sat on the steps and smoked. At the very porch there is an iron barrel and a hose.

If you push the boards apart, you can get to the roof, and from there jump down ... True, it’s high, you wouldn’t break your legs.

At dusk, the guys heard a rustle: someone was wandering around the barn.

Vitka again climbed onto the crossbar and looked out: a snub-nosed freckled boy of about twelve was clinging to the crack.

- Hey boy! Vitka called softly. Freckled bounced off the wall and began to turn his head: he did not see Grokhotov.

- Bring the rope, only thicker ... Freckled finally saw him and opened his mouth. - What is your name?

- Filka.

- Can you get the rope?

- And who are you? Partisans, right? Did you get surrounded? There was something in Filka's voice that made Grokhotov lie.

“Well, yes,” he said. - Partisans.

- It was you who attacked the convoy in Maryino Bor? Filka perked up at once.

- We gave them heat ... - said Vitka.

- The Germans buried eight of their own and three policemen from a neighboring village ... Wow, they were furious! We thought the village would be burnt down and everyone would be shot. As in Dobylovo. Do you know Major Gora? Well, who was surrounded and organized a partisan detachment? All the Germans are afraid of the mountain here ...

“Well, we know,” Vitka answered.

- I also want to join the partisans ...

- Here's what, Filka, press for the rope, just don't get caught in their eyes, - asked Vitka, seeing that there would be no end to the conversations.

- I'm through the gardens, - said Filka. “Vit,” Sashka said from below, “tell me to bring something to eat… We’re dying of hunger!”

“Okay, I’ll joke,” Filka heard and disappeared behind the barn wall.

Vitka sat on the crossbar and looked through the crack. The policemen were still smoking cigarettes. Airplanes passed by. Then suddenly a cuckoo chirped loudly. The contours of the houses began to fade, in some places the first stars lit up in the sky.

- What are you talking about some partisans? Goshka said disapprovingly. “But what if he tells me with this… with the bandages right now?”

“They will hang us right away,” said Sashka.

"Don't croak," Vitka interrupted. - So all around are traitors ...

“He would have brought the rope anyway, if an honest guy,” said Goshka.

“That’s what I doubt,” Vitka answered and began to loosen the boards in order to widen the gap. Filka did not disappoint. He brought rope and food.

“The policemen are whipping moonshine,” he said. - Get out! It wasn't that easy. Sasha got on all fours, Alla climbed on him. Blushing with exertion, Ladonshchikov began to straighten up. Vitka, leaned over, grabbed Alla under the armpits and dragged her with difficulty. It was not difficult to descend to the ground on a rope. They also dragged Lyusya and Salt Sheps, who was so weak that he could not pull up his own body on the crossbar.

Goshka and Sasha climbed onto the rafters without outside help. Once free, they wanted to set off without delay, but Filya said sadly:

“Are you going to leave like that?” I thought you'd set fire to their house. There was so much disappointment in the freckled Fili's voice that Vitka hesitated.

Actually, this is an idea...

“They have a barrel of gasoline and a can of oil in the yard,” said Filya. - Motorcycles are refueling.

- Let's tear the claws, - Goshka said worriedly. “They could come here any minute.

“No, they won’t stick their nose out of the house now,” Phil reassured. “They are afraid of Major Gory.

"Why on earth would these people lock us up here?" Vitka said. - And it is still unknown what they would have done to us in the morning ...

“They can kill you,” said Kolya Bes. “They have something animal in their faces.

“Two of our villagers were hanged,” Filka said. - At the commandant's office. The police hanged.

- Who are these policemen? Vitka asked. “Never heard of it before.

- Policemen? Filka was surprised. “Even worse than the Germans!”

“Where do the Germans find such bastards?” Kolya remarked thoughtfully.

“Who’s fathers were once dispossessed, who returned from prison ...” the talkative Filka willingly told.

"All right, let's think of something," Vitka said. He half-heartedly listened to Filka, thinking of something else.

"I'm with you," Kolya said.

“Give me matches,” Vitka looked at Goshka.

“I have not,” he replied.

Vitka stepped up to him and patted his pockets.

- And what's that? - he asked. Goshka reluctantly took out the box.

- Finish the game, boys ... - he muttered and stepped aside.

“Wait for us in the forest,” Vitka said. - Over there by that pine tree.

“Policemen shot Uncle Styopa on the third day,” Filya began to tell. - Our chairman. He is my own uncle. First they beat him with an iron rod, then they shot him. The eldest, Kuzma, was bullied the most.

“This time you will take me too,” Alla said. Vitka looked at her, wanted to object, but, meeting her eyes, he said nothing.

When they followed Philya through the vegetable gardens to a high hut with lighted windows, Sashka caught up with them.

“I didn’t like those policemen either,” he said. “And then, our supplies ran out…

“Go ahead,” Grohotov chuckled.

They lay in the garden and waited. From the house came drunken voices, cackle.

– Can the door be closed from the outside? Vic asked in a whisper.

“We need to put a nail in the latch,” prompted the quick-witted Filya.

- Do they have food? Sasha asked.

- In the passage, to the right, a pantry, there are all sorts of things ...

“Wait a minute to close,” said Sashka, and, taking out a crumpled bag from his bosom, he crawled to the porch.

They saw how his shadow flickered, and Sashka disappeared into the dark passageway.

“If not for him, we would have stretched out our legs long ago,” Kolya said in a whisper. “Now he’s confiscating supplies from the enemy.”

“Before, I did not notice this passion in him.

“Forget about what happened before,” Kolya said quietly and sadly.

"You're wrong," Vitka objected. - So you can forget that we were born human.

- Some have already forgotten ... Take these policemen at least.

- And who is Volodya? - after a pause, asked Vitka.

- Volodya? Phil smiled. - He is from the city ... He lived in Semenikhe, it's five kilometers from here ... He stole a grenade from a German and blew up an ammunition depot ... There was a bang, even we could hear it. The policemen have been looking for him for a week now... Isn't he in your squad?

“We won’t have to wait until morning,” said Vitka. - Ida!

Hiding in the shadows, they crept up to the iron barrel. Vitka tried to unscrew the metal plug, but he couldn't move. Then Kolya took a handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped the cork and began to slowly beat with a stone. The cork gave way.

Filya felt under his feet and held out a rubber hose. The bucket was next to the barrel. Vitka put the hose into the barrel and sucked. Gasoline hit his mouth with a tight stream, Vitka swore and began to spit.

Having collected a whole bucket, they doused the wall of the house. And at that moment in the hallway something banged and rolled across the floor. At the same moment, Sasha jumped out like a bullet and, dragging a tightly stuffed bag, rushed into the garden.

It became quiet. There, behind the wall, the voices were silent. The door opened and someone came out. The boys hid near the barrel. Gasoline flowed silently from the hose. The man trampled on the porch, cleared his throat, and suddenly - a bright flash and machine-gun fire. The shooter burst out laughing and, stomping loudly, went into the hut.

“I’m closing,” Vitka said.

They did not find a nail. They closed the door on the latch, inserting a chip into the slot. Filya brought another bucket of gasoline. Kolya threw it out onto the porch. Vitka tore a piece of tow out of the groove of the logs, wound it on a stick and soaked it in gasoline - And now away from home! Whispered Vitka.

- Give it to me, please? - Alla asked, she hid behind the well. - I beg you.

Vitka hesitated for a second, then gave her the matches and the stick and went over to the guys. Alla struck a match, and the torch flared brightly.

- Drop it! Whispered Vitka. - You can't get any closer! There's petrol all around!

Alla took two more steps and, swinging, threw the torch onto the porch. A bright flame lit up the girl, the wall of the house, the birch at the porch. Hiding her face from the heat, Alla turned to the side. Victor grabbed her hand.

- Behind me! he shouted and, no longer hiding, he ran through the gardens to the forest.

They made their way along the highway through the forest, fearing a meeting with the Germans or the police. From the road came the snorting of engines, the clang of caterpillars, German speech. Sometimes planes flew high.

“Look, there’s a white flag on the tree!” - showed Alla, And indeed, on the top of a tall pine, a long white flag fluttered.

“Someone is sitting there,” Goshka said.

“Not sitting, but hanging,” Vitka corrected. - And upside down.

It was a dead parachutist. He hung ten meters from the ground. Slings and a torn dome braided the trunk and branches. The body is stuck in a fork.

“He has a ring on his finger,” Alla noticed. - It's not ours. Probably German.

"We must see," Vitka said.

- Will you climb a tree? Goshka asked.

“Don’t wait until he falls?”

Vitka went up to the pine tree, looked up and spat on his hands, grabbed the lower bough. A little later, breaking the branches, the body fell to the ground.

“He must have a pistol,” said Vitka, going downstairs and bending over the pilot. The gun was under a leather jacket, on his back. It was a brand new blued Browning with a spare clip.

“They will find a weapon on you - write it wasted,” said Goshka.

“Is it better to throw it away?”

- I would throw it away.

“When you find the gun yourself, throw it away,” Vitka said mockingly. - I'll leave it.

“There is no shovel,” Kolya said. – It would be necessary to bury… Man after all.

“What kind of people they are,” Solya Sheps spat. “They wouldn't bury you.

“I’ll throw branches,” Kolya said, and began to break off green paws from young fir trees.

The moon peered into the hut from the side, and the pine needles shone ghostly. It was warm in the hut. In one corner, the boys were lying side by side, in the other - Alla and Lucy. Mosquitoes rang at the entrance. And although the guys settled down away from the highway, the dull rumble of engines was clearly heard here. The German units went and went to the east.

“Oh, I’d rather get to my own people ...” Goshka said dreamily. - Since the war began, I have never slept properly!

“I’m fine, I’m getting enough sleep,” Sasha yawned.

“The Germans didn't let us sleep,” Solya said. - Either they shine a searchlight in the eyes, or they shoot from machine guns. And so all night.

- Kolya, why do our retreat and retreat? Allah asked. - When will this end?

Bes stirred in his corner, but said nothing. “I do not believe that the Germans will be able to win,” said Vitka. “This has never happened before in Russia.

- And the Tatar-Mongolian yoke? Goshka asked.

- Then all of Russia was divided into separate principalities, - Lucy entered the conversation. - And the princes quarreled all the time, so the Tatars took advantage ... And now all the republics are one.

- That's what an excellent student means - she knows everything! laughed Ladonshchikov, “Remember Patriotic war one thousand eight hundred and twelfth,” said Kolya Bes. - Napoleon occupied Moscow, but the Russians still won.

“Then there were no planes,” Goshka grumbled. “And no bombs fell on people's heads.

“There were guns,” Kolya said.

“What do you care?” Goshka chuckled. - You know German. You will get along with them even if the Nazis win...

Kolya fidgeted on the floor, then sat down. A bluish light broke through the branches of the hut - and the glasses shone.

"I don't like to fight," Bes said quietly. “But now I would love to punch you in the face.”

It became quiet in the hut. Everyone expected Goshka to jump up and start calling Kolya different names. And maybe you have to separate them. But nothing happened. Goshka was silent, and it was not at all like him. A little while later, a low whistle was heard. Goshka diligently whistled with his nose, pretending to be asleep.

- Well, why are you angry? Lucy whispered. “Don’t you see that you are being played?”

“I don’t see,” Kolya said, taking off his glasses. lay down again.

“It would be better if our people stopped them,” Alla sighed. Sashka really sniffled, Lucy fell asleep. Kolya was not heard in the corner of the hut. Goshka was still on the same note, whistling with his nose. Alla rose and asked in a whisper:

- Vit, are you sleeping?

- I want to talk to you ... Let's go out?

Vitka silently slipped out of the hut. After him is Allah.

Goshka immediately stopped whistling with his nose.

The night was clear. The moon floated over the pointed tops of pines and firs. The stars twinkled blue. Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, far, far away Milky Way… Maybe the bulky cosmic mechanisms that HG Wells wrote about move along it to infinity? The engines rumble and the metal clang just as on a highway that knows no rest day or night. And just as wildly and ruthlessly aggressive civilization destroys peaceful peoples and entire worlds? Or are human-like beings more intelligent on other planets?.. Be that as it may, the stars shone quietly and peacefully from the sky, just like thousands of years ago, and the earth torn by fire, scorched by fire, trembled from powerful explosions of bombs and shells, although it was from another planet. , probably looked as quiet and peaceful as a myriad of other planets and stars.

“But,” you ask, “why should we leave the city? What could be the reasons for that? Quite ordinary, and not only. Leaving would be required when staying in the city would mean putting yourself at least at risk. Let's dwell on this in more detail ...

Chapter 1

Legitimate question - why leave the city at all? Here, after all, civilization, amenities, warmth and a roof over your head. In normal times, of course, there is no need, but in the case - it makes sense. The fact is that the infrastructure of the city is very complex and depends on many factors. For example, water pumping stations are supplied to the houses, which in turn require electricity and a solid pipeline without leaks to work. Violation of any link will deprive you of drinking water. Sewerage- works similarly, pumping stations pump out sewage. The sewerage system will stop working - the city will drown, as a result - unsanitary conditions and diseases. The shops- depend on power plants, food supplies. A city without supplies is a stone grave. In normal times, the city relatively easily experiences light interruptions in one or another link of life, not fatal power outages for a short time, or water. Even if the city is deprived of what it needs for a long time, it will survive on reserves, not for long, but still.

The city, cut off from civilization and its benefits, will slowly die. The remaining goods from stores will quickly disappear, the infrastructure will stop working. At home, you will not have water in the tap, the sewer will rise. Chaos will begin, robberies, murders, people will try to survive as best they can. If you think that this is the right moment to leave the city, then you are mistaken. Transport will be stolen and fuel will be worth its weight in gold, you simply will not be allowed to leave the city in comfort and supplies in a working car. Therefore, it is so important to soberly assess and predict situation and act on time, rather than waiting for chaos. Of course, if you yourself are going to loot with the brothers, having weapons, then you will be fine in the city.

It is easy to predict the situation when there is advance warning of a tsunami, some kind of accident or disruption of services. You can prepare, think carefully whether to leave or wait in the city. But there are also situations when a catastrophe happens suddenly, a volcanic eruption, an explosion at a chemical plant or a nuclear power plant, an epidemic, a flood, riots or war. Here we need to act immediately.

You can count on government assistance. This is an organized evacuation, humanitarian aid, medical assistance. Just keep in mind that the reaction Ministry of Emergency Situations will not be instantaneous, and there are quite a lot of people besides you, everyone will want help and not everyone will wait. Therefore, I advise you to have on hand not only supplies of food, water and medicines for 3-5 days, but also to study the ways of leaving the city well, so that in case of anything you can safely leave it without attracting special attention to yourself. Ideally, to have a transit point outside the city, a cottage with a cellar, for example.

Chapter 2

Now let's move on to a situation where something happened, and you firmly decided to leave the city. Depending on what is happening, the actions will vary, but the main points will remain unchanged, and we will try to consider them.

The very first question that will arise is what to take with you? Keep in mind that with your luggage you will most likely have to walk more than one kilometer. Here is an approximate table of the weight to be carried, on average, depending on the age of the person. Below is a table with modifiers.

Modifier table

Peculiarity	Modifier to carry weight, kg
Good physical form ( normal weight, endurance, strength)	+5
Poor physical shape (malnutrition, obesity, lack of physical fitness, illness)	-5
Female	-5
The burden is uncomfortable to carry in the hands	-5
Burden carried in bags	0
A burden carried in a sack-type backpack	+5
A burden carried in a backpack with a hard back (no things in the hands)	+10
A burden carried in a tourist backpack with a hard back (there are things in the hands)	+7

Notes: Exceeding the recommended weight without having the experience of walking with such a weight for 5-6 hours a day is highly undesirable. An overload of 5kg over the recommended weight is normal. This 5kg includes water and food, which will decrease over time, so you will lose the advantage.

We figured out the download, go directly to what to take with you and what you might need ...

List of required equipment

Money and documents- divide the money into parts and hide it in your equipment or with your companions, do not keep everything in one place! Documents, identification cards of you and your family members.

Clothing and footwear- depends on the time of year, but keep in mind that it is always colder at night, even in summer, and also consider that the time of your return back is unknown. You can be absent for several seasons, in winter it will be very uncomfortable in summer clothes. Below is an approximate list of clothes in which you can move around at temperatures down to -10 degrees and stay almost motionless at -20. Not everything should be dressed at the same time, but be sure to take it with you. So:

linen- better warm, two or three sets.
Socks– three pairs, at least one pair must be warm.
Pants- girls, just forget about skirts. The ideal option is good camouflage, jeans are also suitable, in extreme cases, tight pants, where the base is cotton. Two pieces.
Pants Or warm tights. Alone.
T-shirt- Better a vest, plain and warm, cotton. Two pieces.
Pullover- woolen is better, but synthetics are also suitable, the main thing is to keep warm. One.
Jacket top - camouflage, overalls, thick autumn jacket. One.
Hat- Plain knitted. One.
Wind and waterproof costume - a special suit, a poncho, a military raincoat, an ordinary waterproof raincoat, a plastic cape (preferably several), at least an umbrella. One joke.
Gloves- thin with insulation. One pair.
Shoes- berets are better, but you need to get used to them, and always wear them with two pairs of socks, tarpaulin boots, or ordinary, but without heels, insulated boots. Two pairs.

Backpack- the more the better, but not more than 120 liters. Ordinary tourist is fine. Try not to carry any things in your hands, otherwise you will not go far. Some things can be tied to a backpack.

Tourist equipment- this includes things for cooking, lodging for the night, making fire and orienteering on the ground:

Sleeping accessories- travel mat and sleeping bag, blanket, tent or awning. Instead of a sleeping bag, you can take a set of winter clothes on a synthetic winterizer, a jacket, and pants.
Food accessories- bowler hat, mug, bowl, spoon / fork. Preferably all metal.
- better hunting, you can kitchen, in extreme cases - folding. Ideally two knives.
Tools- mini shovel, hatchet.
Compass- any.
Map- topographic, but in extreme cases, an automobile atlas will do.
Matches, lighter– 5 boxes/pieces, individually waterproof packed.

Weapon- if you have a firearm or pneumatic, take it, and a reasonable amount of ammunition for it.

Repair kit– small items for equipment repair. A piece of wire, glue, thread, a razor / blade, a piece of thick polyethylene, a large and small needle.

first aid kit

Below is a standard set for long hikes, but it has an increased amount of dressings, colds, antibiotics, painkillers, disinfectants and intestinal.

iodine (5% alcohol solution), 5 vials.
brilliant green (solution 5% alcohol), 2 fl.
hydrogen peroxide, 2 vials
cotton wool (100 gr.), 3 pack.
cotton buds (100 pcs.), 1 pack.
sterile medical bandage (5m X 10cm), 10 pcs.
non-sterile medical bandage (5m X 10cm), 10 pcs.
non-sterile elastic medical tubular bandage (No. 1), 4 pcs.
non-sterile elastic medical tubular bandage (No. 3), 4 pcs.
non-sterile elastic medical tubular bandage (No. 6), 4 pcs.
bactericidal adhesive plaster, 100 pcs.
adhesive plaster (5m X 1cm), 2 pcs.
adhesive plaster (5m X 3cm), 2 pcs.
adhesive plaster (5m X 5cm), 2 pcs.
hemostatic tourniquet, 1 pc.
thermodynamic (hypothermic) bags, 10 pcs.
antiseptic alcohol wipe (14 X 18), 10 pcs.
disposable syringe (5 ml), with a needle, 6 pcs.
medical gloves, 4 p.
Analgin (10t. 0.5g each), 5 pack.
Spazgan, 5 pack. (antispasmodic)
No-shpa (40mg. No. 20), 5 pack.
Antibiotic tablets, any, 10p.
Activated carbon, 10 pack. (from poisoning)
Levomycetin or Polymyxin-M, 2 pack.
Ortofen (2.5%) 3 ml. 4 amp. (painkiller)
Aspirin, 10 pack. (anti-inflammatory)
Validol, 5 pack. (heart)
Nitroglycerin (tablets), 4 pack. (heart)
Corvalol, 2 vials (heart remedy for stress reactions)
Suprastin, 5 pack. (antiallergic drug)
Taufon (drops for foreign bodies), 2 pcs.
Albucid (sulfacyl-sodium 20%), 2 pcs.
Troxevasin, ointment, 2 t.
Prednisolone, 2 t. (ointment for snake bites, apply to the bite site)
Olazol (aerosol), 2 fl. (from burns)
tablets for water disinfection, 10 pack.
medical thermometer, safety razor blade, small scissors

Useful things

A list of things that can make your life easier.

radio receiver- you can quickly follow the news, the smaller it is, the better. Preferably with headphones, so batteries are saved.
magnifying glass- will help to get a splinter and kindle a fire.
walkie-talkie- civilian ordinary, useful for negotiations and requesting help.
Kit fishing- (a skein of fishing line, hooks, sinkers, a float is not necessary; it is easily made from improvised materials).
Binoculars or a monocular - useful for coordinating your movements.
Other of your choice

Food, supplies

Approximate food list for two weeks.

The main product is cereals, 5 kg. Buckwheat is better, but rice, millet, oatmeal are also suitable. The calorie content of cereals fluctuates somewhere around 350 kcal. An adult needs from 1500 to 2500 kcal per day, depending on the load.
Nuts and dried fruits, 1-2 kg, are additional sources of vitamins and microelements.
Flour, 1 kg, high in calories only due to carbohydrates, recommended in the form of fried cakes (flour with water and a little salt), in case of increased loads.
Dried meat, bacon, hard cheese in wax, in extreme cases, canned food, 2 kg (note that canned food is much heavier and 2 kg is enough for a much shorter period).
Tea, coffee, optional, but useful and brighten up your time, also useful as a tonic.
Cocoa with sugar, soluble - an excellent doping for overwork.
Salt, 0.5 kg is an excellent means of preparing food for the future.
Spices - the taste and color will brighten up your monotonous diet.
Citric acid - if you wash food with it, it will be stored longer.
Drinking water, five liters.
Other - everything that you can carry away from food, and that will not be lost in the first three days. Like variety in the diet.

So, we figured out why you need to leave the city, when, what to take with you and who will carry it all. Now a reasonable question arises, where exactly to go? With the evacuation organized by the Ministry of Emergency Situations, everything is clear where you were taken, and you will go there, but what to do in case of chaos, when you and your family are on your own?

If the emergency is local and affects only your city and nearby areas, then it is reasonable to relocate to a neighboring city or region, especially if you have friends, relatives, people who can shelter you there, while the emergency is being eliminated.

If the problems are global, such as war, bombing, chemical and radiation pollution, then it all comes down to a simple removal to the maximum distance from the source of problems. It is up to you to decide according to the situation and the situation. Whether to go to other cities, to the forest, to the villages.

As already mentioned at the beginning of the article, it is better to leave the city in advance, until chaos sets in and there is an opportunity to leave alive and well, with supplies. Ideally, leave by car, but the car, especially in war time, will be a defiant target for shelling, there will also be quite a few who want to drive your car and take it from you, so this is a risk. Walking is harder, uncomfortable, but sometimes more reliable, I repeat, it all depends on the circumstances. In some situations, the car, on the contrary, will be preferable at times, the speed and load capacity are undeniable.

You need to leave the city without attracting attention. Preferably not alone, but with other refugees, take a closer look, gather friends, neighbors, if possible. Dress as casually as possible so you don't stand out. The backpack can be disguised by pulling a potato sack over it. You can put a torn cloak over your clothes, splatter a little dirt. In general, you need to show everyone that you are like a homeless person and you have nothing of value.

Separate from the crowd only as a last resort, or when you are sure that you need to go the other way. You also need to leave unnoticed, there is no guarantee that there are no marauders in the crowd and they will not have a desire to kill and rob a refugee who has broken away from the crowd quietly in the forest.

If you have to get out of the city alone, or with a family or a small number of people, carefully plan the route. In advance. Leave not the main streets, but the back streets, outskirts, parks, any places that are practically not visited by people during normal times. So you protect yourself from unwanted meetings.

In conclusion, I would like to say that it is very difficult to describe all possible situations and scenarios, so this article is just a set of basic tips and recommendations. You also need to understand that everything is in your hands. Don't get paranoid, but relax too. It’s not at all difficult to have a “just in case” supply at home, somewhere in the pantry, and also look at a map of the city and region every six months to refresh your memory of what and where to eat. Ideally, on foot, escape routes are taken as a walk and exercise, and are useful for memorization. Although, of course, I would like to wish everyone that you never need this information. But you have to keep your ears open.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

List of required equipment

first aid kit

Useful things

Food, supplies

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