Texts of presentations and dictations in the Russian language for grade 5
Presentation texts for grade 5
I
quarter
Russian bad weather
For the first time I saw all the variety of colors of Russian bad weather after Levitan’s painting “Above Eternal Peace.”
Until then, bad weather had been painted in one dull color in my eyes. All the melancholy of the bad weather was caused, as I thought, precisely by the fact that it ate up the colors and covered the ground with turbidity.
But Levitan saw in this despondency a certain shade of greatness, even solemnity, and found in it many pure colors. Since then, bad weather has ceased to oppress me. On the contrary, I even fell in love with it for the purity of the air, the cold when my cheeks burn, the pewter ripples of the rivers, the heavy movement of clouds. Finally, for the fact that during bad weather you begin to appreciate simple earthly blessings - a warm hut, a fire in a Russian stove, the squeak of a samovar, dry straw on the floor, covered with a rough row for the night, the soporific sound of rain on the roof and sweet slumber.
125 words K. Paustovsky
Hunting incident
This happened to me while hunting. I went hunting for hares. An hour later, my dogs found a hare in the forest and chased it. I stood on the path and waited.
Dogs chase a hare through a forest clearing, but the hare still does not run out. Where did he go? I waited and waited and went into the clearing to see what was the matter. I look: my dogs are running around the bushes around the stumps, sniffing the ground, but they can’t figure out the hare’s tracks. Where can a hare hide in a clearing?
I walked out into the middle of the clearing and didn’t understand anything myself. Then he accidentally glanced to the side and froze. Five steps away from me, on the top of a tall stump, a hare was hiding, its little eyes were glaring at me, as if asking: “Don’t give me over to the dogs!”
I felt ashamed to kill the animal. I lowered my gun and called off the hounds. We went to look for other hares, but passed this difficult test of cunning. Let him live and teach the bunnies wisdom.
Hare's feet
In August, my grandfather went hunting on the northern shore of the lake. The forests were as dry as gunpowder. The old hunter came across a light gray hare with a torn left ear.
The grandfather shot at him with an old gun, but missed. The hare quickly ran into the forest. The old man walked further, but suddenly became alarmed, because there was a strong smell of smoke from the south. The grandfather realized that a forest fire had started and the fire was coming straight towards him. The old man ran over the hummocks, fell, the smoke ate his eyes, and behind him the roar was already growing, the rustling of the flame was heard, a fiery dawn was visible.
Death overtook the grandfather, touched him, and at that time a hare jumped out from under his feet. The hare ran slowly and barely dragged its hind legs.
The grandfather ran after the hare, who led the old man out of the fire onto the plain. But the animal’s hind legs and stomach were burned. The grandfather picked up his burnt savior, brought him home, healed him and kept him with him.
Probably many of you guys have read this story.
(K. Paustovsky) (110 words)
II
quarter
The Shaggy Washerwoman
A small American raccoon is sitting in a cage. Black and silver, fluffy, shiny. On the face there are two white stripes and two black stripes. And the eyes are also black, cunning. He sits and touches something with his paws, like a monkey. They give him meat, he grabs a piece and puts it in the water. He washes the piece in water for a long time and only then eats it. Loves raccoon and fish. He will also wash it and peel off its scales with his paws. He will bite off the heads and put them in a pile. He will eat the fish first, and then he will start looking at the fish heads. To keep the raccoon in the cage from getting bored, they came up with a game for him: they put a small bowl of water and gave him a cloth. The raccoon sits over the bowl all day, washing a cloth. He crushes it with his paws and rinses it. Rinse it out and hang it on a wire rack to dry. As soon as the cloth is dry, he washes it again. And he looks so businesslike and animated, like a small, furry laundress washing toy linen.
Meeting in the taiga
I came across a clearing in the taiga. It was deserted by a forest fire, but shiny lingonberry bushes were already growing on the yellow soil. At the edge of the clearing, raspberry thickets have been preserved.
I silently picked the berries, and some animal walked ahead, rustling in the leaves. I sat down on a stump and began to whistle quietly. The beast stopped and then began to creep up on me.
A black nose poked out of a bush and sly eyes appeared. It was a bear cub. He crawled out of the bushes and began to sniff me. At this time I heard the branches cracking in the raspberry tree. This is a bear looking for a bear cub. We must run! Can you explain to the bear that I just wanted to play with her son? (99 words)
The beginning of the journey to the land of unlearned lessons
Outside the window at the entrance, boys were screaming. Sun was shining. It smelled like lilac. I felt the urge to jump out the window and run to my friends. But there were textbooks on the table. The books were dirty and boring, but also very powerful. They kept me in a stuffy room, forced me to solve a problem about masons, insert letters and do much more.
I suddenly hated my textbooks, grabbed them from the table and threw them on the floor.
And suddenly there was such a roar, as if forty thousand iron barrels had fallen from a high building onto the pavement. It became dark. The room lit up with a greenish light, and I noticed little people. They stood around the table and looked at me angrily. (100 words)
III
quarter
Music box
One autumn, late at night, in an old and echoing house, a glass shimmering ringing was heard, as if someone was striking bells with small hammers, and from this wonderful ringing a melody arose and poured out...
It was suddenly woken up after many years of sleep and the box began to play. At first we were scared. Apparently some kind of spring had slipped off in the box.
The box played for a long time, then stopping, then again filling the house with a mysterious ringing, and even the walkers fell silent in amazement.
The box played all its songs, fell silent, and no matter how hard we fought, we couldn’t get it to play again.
(According to K. Paustovsky)
First snow
One night I woke up with a strange feeling. It seemed to me that I had gone deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes closed, listened for a long time and finally realized that I was not deaf, but that there was simply an extraordinary silence outside the walls of the house. This kind of silence is called “dead”. The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. You could only hear the cat snoring in its sleep. I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - everything was snowy and silent outside the glass. A lonely moon stood at a dizzying height in the foggy sky, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it. When did the first snow fall? It was so light that the arrows showed clearly. They showed two o'clock.
K. Paustovsky
Zhostovo painting
Zhostovo painting is a bright and original phenomenon in Russian folk art. She is distinguished by her artistic style and her technical writing techniques. Using a soft brush and oil paint, the artist applies the intended design in cursive writing to a primed tray. The drawing is always simple, extremely laconic, and decorative. These are bouquets, garlands of flowers, fruits, wreaths. The village of Zhostovo has long been famous for its craftsmen. Craftsmen have always strived to make their products not only useful, but also beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
Goose
The goose was walking in the yard and found a dry crust of bread. He began to peck this crust with his beak in order to break it and eat it. But the crust was very dry. And the goose could not break it. But the goose did not dare to swallow the whole crust right away, because this would probably be dangerous for the goose’s health.
I wanted to break the crust to help the goose. But he didn't let me touch his crust. He probably thought that I wanted to eat it myself. Then I stepped aside and watched what would happen next. Suddenly the goose takes this crust with its beak and goes to the puddle. He puts this crust in the puddle. The crust becomes soft. And then the goose eats it with pleasure. It was a smart goose.
(According to M. Zoshchenko)
IV
quarter
Last hazel leaf
I stand in front of this last transparent leaf and admire it. What miracle did he survive after the frost, after the heavy snow? Everything fell apart. The aspen leaf had already turned black on the ground. The yellow scree in the birch forests has withered away. Under the larch lies a fluffy orange-gray* snowdrift of pine needles. The whole forest is black, empty and cold. And in this transparent, chilled twilight, a leaf on a hazel tree is visible from afar. The bush has flown around, and this leaf at the tip of the branch looms like a yellow living light. I walk around carefully, afraid of catching a branch. I looked around and it was hanging. Everything fell asleep in the forest. Everything is ready for winter. Only one leaf stubbornly glows in the black forest.
Pen and inkwell
Feather and Inkwell─ Tell me, grandpa,” Seryozha once asked, “where do you get fairy tales from?” ─ From the inkwell, my friend, from the inkwell. ─ How do you get them out of there, grandfather? ─ A pen with a feather, dear grandson, a pen with a feather. ─ Like a fish with a fishing rod? “No, my little one, you can’t get a fairy tale out like that,” says grandfather. ─ First, you need to get the sticks out of the inkwell and learn how to transfer them to the notebook. And then ─ hooks. And then ─ letters. And then ─ words. And then the fairy tale can catch on. Seryozha entered school. I began to extract a fairy tale from the inkwell. First the sticks. Then the hooks. Then the letters. And then the words. Seryozha filled up a lot of notebooks, but the fairy tale doesn’t stick. ─ Why is this, grandfather? Maybe my ink is thin, or my inkwell is small, or my pen is dull? ─ Don’t worry, Sergey! ─ grandfather consoles. ─ The time will come ─ not only a fairy tale, but maybe you’ll pull out something bigger... Unless, of course, you look into more than one inkwell, if you don’t start living without people, on your own, then the ink will be thicker, and the inkwell is deeper, and the pen is sharper... The little guy didn’t understand everything then, but he remembered his grandfather’s parable. I reeled it in and told it to others.
Dictation texts for 5th grade
Dictation on the topic “Repetition”
Squirrels in the forest.
From morning until late evening, cheerful, nimble squirrels are busy in the forest. You don’t have time to follow their movements at all.
“Mom, I see squirrels!” - exclaimed the joyful baby. And the protein has already disappeared.
Mischievous squirrels will climb to the top of a huge pine tree and jump from branch to branch. Then they will go downstairs for food supplies: tasty mushrooms, selected nuts, dried berries.
These wonderful housewives will hide what they found in the forest storerooms.
They will make warm nests in a cozy hollow house, settle in them, and soon little squirrels will appear in new apartments. They will grow up quickly and be raised by caring parents.
And in the fierce winter, happy families of squirrels will be saved from severe frosts, sharp, cold winds and heavy snowfalls. Live securely in warm, cozy nests.
(120 words)
Diagnostic dictation
Autumn in the forest.
Late autumn has arrived. The weather is stormy. A sharp autumn wind is blowing more and more often. The sun sends farewell rays from the blue sky.
How beautiful the forest is in autumn! The air is fresh. Yellow, orange, crimson leaves quietly fall from black trees and slowly fall to the cold ground.
The silence of the sleeping forest is not disturbed by the singing of birds, because they have flown south. The alleys of the garden became empty and silent. But here in the summer it was so joyful, wonderful! Birds from the surrounding parks flocked here for the festive concert.
In autumn, the forest looks like a painted tower. It’s nice to sit under a white-trunked birch tree and look for a long time at the golden colors of the forest and the purple edge of the sky.
Quiet, cozy. In the vast thickets of the forest you can hide from the autumn wind. The soul is light and calm.
(115 words)
Test dictation for
the first quarter.
Hedgehogs are preparing for winter.
In late autumn, hedgehogs begin to prepare for hibernation. They have little prey, because lizards, bugs and frogs hide under the snags.
The prickly hedgehog slowly crawls through black hummocks, small clearings, dangerous ravines, past narrow streams.
On wonderful autumn days, the hedgehog tries to prepare himself a wide, warm hole. Day and night he drags fragrant leaves, soft forest moss, dried blades of grass and twigs that he found in the forest into the house. I would like to make sure he has a comfortable bed.
A huge snowdrift covered the hole, and the hedgehog took refuge under such a fluffy blanket. It's good for a happy hedgehog to live in his hole! He sleeps here, has wonderful dreams, and we are happy for him. The hedgehog will wake up in a good mood and then go to inspect his farm.
(118 words)
Dictation on the topic “Syntax and punctuation”
Winter sorceress.
Winter struggled for a long time with the stormy autumn. In November, snow covered the frozen ground, and then real winter came.
A cold, sharp wind is howling terribly in the field, and a blizzard is blowing. And the forest is quiet. You will go into the wilderness and not recognize familiar places, because everything is hidden under the snow. Frost froze the river.
Dressed in a fur coat and a huge oak tree. Its thick crowns will last all winter, and their power cannot be broken even by an evil hurricane. Willows, birches, and rowan trees drowned in dense snowdrifts.
Suddenly a squirrel ran along the branches. She appears black among the dazzling, untouched whiteness of the light. Because of this restless bustle, a huge snow cap fell down onto the path. Where is she in such a hurry?
What air! What harmony! There are no words to describe such a miracle of nature.
(118 words)
Dictation on the topic “Homogeneous members of a sentence”
Moonlight night.
A good autumn moonlit night in the vicinity of the village of Ilinskoye! On the sides of the road, young trees stood frozen: birch, spruce, pine, aspen.
Rare snowflakes fall on the sleeping earth, and the bright yellow moon illuminates the forester’s hut, which is located near the narrow Lyuban River. The gloomy sky is replete with frequent stars and looks down on the night earth.
There is an extraordinary silence all around. But suddenly a slight rustling of leaves was heard to the left. “Yes, it’s a squirrel!” - I shouted. Leaves fell on me as she jumped from one branch to another.
You can already feel the approach of winter. Soon the ice will freeze the river, its banks will be covered with a fluffy carpet, and a huge snowdrift will cover the forester’s hut.
The beam throws light onto the clearing, and the trees glow with all the colors of the rainbow: orange, gold, crimson. All around are the crimson lights of late autumn. Hello, moonlit night!
(120 words)
Control dictation for
the second quarter
of Rowan.
Rowan is an autumn beauty. Other trees have already given up their fruits, and she is just beginning to decorate herself with crimson-red clusters. The cold weather sets in, and the birds eat the bittersweet berries.
You will find rowan trees everywhere: on the outskirts, on the edges, in clearings. It grows near houses, spreads branches from behind the fence, settles down on the outskirts and stands happy, proud, majestic.
This plant likes privacy rather than dense thickets. In some places the trees feel better near the mountain ash because a huge number of birds flock to it and destroy the pests.
A thin trunk bends in the wind, but does not break. The rowan tree does not give up, and every autumn its charming outfit enchants us again. “This is last year’s beauty!” - we exclaim joyfully.
We hope to meet the mountain ash next fall, when we come to admire its crimson clusters.
See you, miracle tree!
(119 words)
Dictation "Baikal"
The depth of Lake Baikal is 1640 meters. It is the deepest on the planet. It contains one fifth of the world's fresh water. 336 rivers flow into Baikal, and one flows out - the Angara. More recently, residents of coastal villages calmly drank water directly from the lake. Now it suffers from industrial waste. The surrounding areas of Lake Baikal dress in winter clothes before the lake itself. Already in October, winter shrouds the rocky shores in sparkling snow-white armor and turns spruce trees and giant Siberian cedars into shiny ice figures. January frosts cover the lake with thick ice. In some places its thickness reaches two meters. It looks like an uneven blanket. In summer, even on a windless day, a squall wind can suddenly blow in, and then the lake becomes an unkind sea. (113 words)
Dictation on the topic “Vocabulary”
Badger.
One day my mother called her youngest son: “Yura, look at the butuzik I brought!”
Mom was holding a purse, where someone in a fur coat was fidgeting on a bed of soft leaves.
“Come out, baby, don’t be afraid,” my mother suggested. Instantly, an oblong muzzle with a smooth nose, shiny eyes and small erect ears appeared from the wallet. The animal's face turned out to be very funny: everything was gray at the top and bottom, and wide black stripes stretched in the middle from the nose to the ears.
What a wonderful baby he was! Some kind of plump, clumsy butuz. The fur is light gray, and the legs are dark, as if he was dressed up in boots and mittens.
Mom took a bottle with a pacifier from the cupboard and poured milk into it. The kid immediately realized what was going on. He took the entire pacifier and closed his eyes. Wonderful little badger, funny animal!
(119 words)
Dictation on the topic “Morphemics”
Polar owl.
Snowy owls usually winter in the tundra. In the darkness of the night they fly over the snow flickering in the starlight. They feed on mice and hares and mercilessly exterminate these helpless animals. It's rare that a little hare can avoid being caught in the sharp claws of a dangerous owl when she's about to hunt.
But the polar night is ending. You won’t notice owl’s nests in the stone scatterings, because they are located almost at the very feet. Warmth in the nests is maintained in severe frosts, as they are covered with light down.
This is exactly the nest I found in the crevice. Suddenly, a huge white bird took off from under my feet, and its open wings merged with the whiteness of the snow.
“Sergey, what’s there?” — my friend asked in surprise. A frightened chick huddled in the nest, and warm eggs remained lying nearby.
(118 words)
Control dictation for
the third quarter
of Spring.
Spring is an amazing time of year. The sun gently warmed the awakened earth. The snow has long disappeared from the fields in muddy streams. From the junction to the nearest village, the winter rye is green, and whitish clouds float across the blue sky. In the distance there was a birch grove, and at its edge there were young bushes. There is no longer any feeling of dampness in the air, which usually occurs in early spring.
Life seemed to be shaken up and filled with some new sounds. The joyful hubbub of birds can be heard from the surrounding groves, arable fields and pastures. The sound of a truck was heard at the crossing. “Egorych, open the way!” - the driver shouts cheerfully. In the thicket of the forest, in every furrow someone’s whisper is heard.
Everything around begins to change: the smallest branch grows, a delicate stem gathers strength and straightens towards the sun.
Nature celebrates spring renewal. Hello Spring!
(119 words)
Control dictation on the topic “Noun”
Justice.
One day, Gaidar went to meet the guys at the camp and took his five-year-old daughter Zhenya with him. The surprisingly arrogant girl seemed to be boasting: “I’m a famous dad’s daughter and I’ll grow up soon!”
While reading the fairy tale “The Hot Stone,” everyone sat quietly, but Zhenya first looked around from above, then stomped restlessly and began running up and down the stairs. The boys looked at her menacingly and would have poured them out, but they were embarrassed by the famous writer.
Suddenly Gaidar paused, put down his notebook and said sternly: “Take the girl away, she’s in the way!” Zhenya shrank and burst into tears, but the overjoyed boys still pulled her off the stage.
Gaidar read the story to the end. The happy eyes of the guys spoke about everything: about love for the writer, about respect.
“To Gaidar for justice,” they wrote in the book they gave him.
(120 words)
Control dictation for
the fourth quarter
of Soroka.
Chickens are the jungle cat’s favorite treat. One day a predator went hunting, but suddenly a magpie appeared from somewhere, twitched its black and white tail and chirped. It was dangerous, and the cat decided to stop so as not to attract attention. The annoying bird settled over his head.
The village wakes up, and the cat begins to be teased by the clucking of chickens, but he cannot get rid of the harmful companion. He restrained his impotent anger and hatred towards his obsessive companion, who sat on the branches of a pine tree. Then he began to make his way to the village. The magpie still did not leave him and still continued to guard him.
Suddenly the cat arched his back, looked fiercely at his tormentor and sharply shouted: “Kha!” Then he jumped to the side and disappeared into the thickets, while the bird screamed and circled.
Today, robber, you will lie hungry, because the hunt has failed.
(119 words)
Interim certification for the 2016-2017 academic year
To my homeland.
In early spring, flocks of birds unite on the southern coasts of Europe and Africa. "Home! Hurry up and go home!” - a restless cry rushes from everywhere.
Countless chains of flights reach their native places, and people are always happy to meet him. But during the long, difficult journey, some of the birds remain, scatter and settle in the surrounding lakes and rivers. The hardiest ones fly to the White Sea. Here they are located along the sandy shores, divided into pairs to build nests and hatch chicks. All summer long, caring parents raise their children.
In the fall, the chicks grow up, get stronger, and the birds begin to gather in flocks before flying to warmer climes. There is everything for a carefree life: sun, sea, wonderful vegetation.
But you can’t live long in a foreign land. And every spring you see how tired caravans return to their homeland.
(119 words)
A selection of texts for presentations on the Russian language in grade 6
Educational summary
Collector of Russian words.
Vladimir Ivanovich Dal was a talented and hardworking person. He was educated as a naval officer, then as a doctor, and was also known as the author of many fairy tales, stories, and essays. His literary talent was highly appreciated by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. But his life’s work was collecting Russian words. Dahl was not a linguist by training, he became one by vocation.
Vladimir Ivanovich set himself the goal of collecting and recording all Russian words. During a military campaign, in a hospital, on a business trip, he wrote down words, proverbs, sayings, riddles. He loved and understood his native language. He knew how to listen and ponder the living people's words.
He began the work of collecting and recording words as a young man and continued until his death. A week before his death, the sick Dahl instructs his daughter to add four new words to the dictionary that he heard from the servants.
Dahl’s life’s work was the “Explanatory Dictionary of the Living Great Russian Language.” Dahl included 200 thousand words and 30 thousand proverbs in it.
For more than forty years, without assistants, Dahl collected and compiled his dictionary alone. This is a real feat of a person in love with the Russian language.
Concise presentation
Caring Canary
One day my brother and I found a goldfinch that had fallen from its nest in the garden under a tree. My brother picked up the bird, took it home and put it in the cage where we had a canary and a goldfinch.
Oddly enough, the goldfinch did not pay any attention to his young relative. The canary, on the contrary, immediately began to take care of him. As soon as the baby began to squeak, she rushed to the feeder and brought food to the foundling. But the goldfinch was afraid of the canary and did not accept food from its beak.
The canary realized that the goldfinch was asking for help from one of its own, and that it was necessary to force the insensitive goldfinch to help the baby. She had only one means of persuasion at her disposal: blows with her beak...
She resorted to them and diligently hammered the lazy goldfinch until he understood what was required of him. He started feeding the goldfinch. He ate a living, grew up and then lived in the same cage with his adoptive parents
Detailed presentation of a given plan.
Lady-nurse.
The exhausted, hungry baby roe deer was picked up by border guards.
The little goat needed a nurse. Where can I find it? Someone pointed to Damka, a hunting dog who had puppies.
The lady angrily greeted the foundling. The dog bared its teeth and growled. During feeding, people held the dog tightly, and the baby sucked milk. But soon the Lady accepted the kid into the dog family.
The kid willingly took part in puppy games. Instead of goat milk, I happily drank dog milk. So the roe deer cub grew up in the family of the hunting dog Damka.
Plan.
1.Little orphan.
2. Search for a wet nurse.
3. Will the Lady accept the foundling?
4. Unpleasant acquaintance.5. In a dog family.
Presentation with elements of an essay.
Once, during a severe thunderstorm, a passenger ship located in the Atlantic Ocean was struck by lightning. A fire started on the ship. The passengers were panicked. Everyone rushed onto the deck, everyone wanted to be the first to board the lifeboat.
The captain's little daughter jumped out of the cabin and looked at the maddened crowd in bewilderment. She couldn't understand why these people were so furious. She said loudly and calmly: “Calm down! Dad has already gone there and started putting out the fire!”
The fire can be put out. Nobody even thought about such a possibility. Everyone was preparing to escape from the ship. Only the child’s words forced the adults to come to their senses and run to put out the fire, which the crew would hardly have been able to cope with. But the help of hundreds of willing hands made this difficult task much easier. The little girl's calm confidence performed a real miracle.
Answer the question: How did the little girl manage to perform a miracle?
Control selective presentation.
Van Dyck's joke.
One day, twenty-two-year-old Van Dyck came to visit the famous Dutch artist Francis Hals.
They did not call each other out to each other's faces, and this gave Van Dijk the opportunity to play a joke on his older colleague. He pretended to be a rich foreigner and expressed a desire for Hals to paint his portrait. At the same time, he added that he only had two to three hours of free time.
Hals, with his usual gloomy appearance, set to work and finished it even earlier than usual. The customer was very pleased with the quality of the work, but was not at all surprised by the extraordinary speed with which the artist worked.
Smiling, he added: “Painting, it seems, is an easier art than I could have imagined. I'd be interested to see what I could do if I switched roles with you.
No sooner said than done. Francis Hals immediately noticed that the mysterious foreigner had excellent brushwork. When the portrait was ready even sooner than the first, Hals rushed to his guest and exclaimed: “Only Van Dyck or Satan himself could do this!”
Presentation of a narrative character with a change in face.
Fire flower.
Many years have passed since then, but people remember this beautiful legend.
The maiden Lada escorted the groom from Putivl to the beating. The fires were burning, and alarm bells were ringing everywhere, but Lada still could not tear herself away from her betrothed. “I will return to you,” the groom told her.
The brave Russian went on a campaign and did not return home. He laid down his head on the edge of the Polovtsian steppe. And Lada was still waiting for him, and the light was shining in her window.
Lada grew old and died, and the cherished light turned into a beautiful flower. The flower about which there is a legend is called a sparkle. It is also called balsam. Now no one remembers how he wandered into our region from Africa.
For many, this amazing flower-light shone in the night.
Concise presentation
A wonderful moment.
The summer day has faded. Bright lights flashed on the basketball court in the park. Dozens of people flock to her from all directions. Maybe there will be fans here for a particularly interesting match? Where are the players then?
Meanwhile, people occupied the entire site. They tightly surrounded a stand with a tall, more than two meters, plant. Its branches are strewn with large buds. It got completely dark. And then the upper pale pink skin of one bud split, moved, and fluttering delicate petals peeked out from behind it and unfurled. Not even an hour had passed before the flower opened with a fluffy, snow-like charm. Almost simultaneously, on neighboring branches, among the dense half-meter leaves, other flowers began to turn white - about twenty of them. The petals unfolded as if alive, slightly opening the brushes of the stamens.
This is a tanhua flower. It blooms once a year and manages to bloom and fade within five to six hours. It is bred in many parks in China. On this summer night, hundreds of people come to admire this rare and beautiful sight.
Concise presentation with elements of an essay
Sons.
Two women were taking water from a well. A third approached them. And the old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
So one woman says to another:
-My son is dexterous and strong, no one can handle him.
“And mine sings like a nightingale,” says another.
And the third is silent.
“Why don’t you tell me about your son?” her neighbors ask.
“There’s nothing special about him,” the woman answers them.
The women collected full buckets and left. And the old man is behind them. Suddenly three boys run out towards us. One tumbles over his head, the other sings a song, and becomes like a nightingale. And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them. The women ask the old man:
-Well? What are our sons like?
-Where are they? “I only see one son!” the old man answered them.
Do you agree with the old man? Have your say.
