Text for testing reading technique, grade 6 (September)

The school curriculum for literature in the 6th grade includes works by Russian writers of the 19th and 20th centuries.

The program includes prose and poetic works.

It is recommended to read works of fiction during the summer so as not to waste time on it during the school year.

To read the entire list of required literature in the summer before 6th grade, you need to read about 15 minutes or 4-5 pages of text every day.

The most voluminous work on the list is “The Childhood of Theme” by Garin-Mikhailovsky.

List of required summer literature for 6th grade

If you have the desire and opportunity to devote more time to literature than is necessary to master the school curriculum, then there is a list of additional reading materials.

Texts for testing reading technique (grade 5)

Alexander Sergeevich Barkov

How the bear was woken up

Every day the sun gets hotter and hotter. The animals began to awaken from their winter sleep.

A magpie ran out into the forest thawed area to bask in the spring warmth. She swung her long tail, drank some water, became cheerful and chattered:

- The clumsy bear sleeps in the den for a painfully long time! I suppose he lay there all over.

- Forest doctor! - the magpie shouted to the woodpecker. - It's time to wake up the clubfoot.

- It is high time! — the black woodpecker agreed.

He sat down on a gnarled birch tree and started pounding on the trunk. Only chips flew in different directions!

And the bear is snoring and sucking its paw.

The white-sided wolf called:

- The clubfoot fell asleep too much!

- I fell asleep! I fell asleep! — the gray robbers clanked their teeth, approached the den and began howling in different voices.

And the bear just scratched behind his ear and fell into a sweet slumber.

- Kuma Patrikeevna! - the magpie whispered in the fox’s ear. - How to get a clubfoot out of bed?!

- Yes, it’s as simple as shelling pears! - The red-haired rogue grinned. - Look...

The fox scooped up a bucket of melted water into a hole near the bear's den and poured it out.

The bear purred, puffed, and fidgeted. He rubbed his eyes with his paw and crawled out of the winter den.

- Good afternoon, clubfoot! - the animals were happy.

The bear stood on its hind legs, rubbed its eyes, assumed an air of dignity, and clapped its hands:

- Come on, forest people, get ready!

Animals came running to the clearing, began to dance in circles, sing songs, and celebrate spring!

Sergey Alekseevich Baruzdin

Bee scourge

I lived in a village as a child. He was happy with everything: the river, the forest, and complete freedom.

But the owner of the house where we lived had several hives with bees. Bees are peaceful creatures unless you offend them. And it’s true: our bees didn’t harm anyone.

Nobody but me. As soon as I left the hut, some bee would definitely bite me. And there were days when I was stung several times.

“You play around a lot,” said the mother, “so they bite.”

“I’m not playing around,” I justified myself. - I don’t touch them at all.

Time passed, but there was not a day when I avoided this bee scourge.

I wanted to ask our owner why the bees don’t like me, but I was afraid. But it turned out that I still couldn’t avoid talking with the owner.

One evening I was sitting at the table, all bitten, having dinner. The owner entered the room and asked:

- Did the bees bite you again?

“They bit me,” I say. “Just don’t think that I was teasing them.” I don’t go anywhere near the hives...

The owner shook his head in disbelief.

- Strange. They are quiet to me, but he looks at me closely.

- Do you like onions? - he asks suddenly.

I was glad that I was not scolded for bees, and I answered:

- Yes, I love it a lot! I eat green onions every day.

“That’s why they bite you, brother,” the owner laughed. — Bees are very picky about different smells. You'll have to abstain from onions.

From that day on, I didn’t eat another onion all summer.

And the bees really stopped stinging me.

Sergey Alekseevich Baruzdin

Artist

A new film was being filmed at the film studio. There should have been a scene like this in the film. A bear crawls into the hut where a man is sleeping, and the man wakes up in fright. The bear gets even more scared when it sees a person. He runs out the window. A trivial scene, for two minutes.

There was just a program going on at the circus in which a bear trainer performed. The next morning the trainer brought the largest bear to the studio.

“Don’t be afraid,” said the trainer. - My Toptygin is tame.

To confirm his words, the bear willingly ate the cake and deftly rode a bicycle.

- Artist! — the director was delighted. - This is what we need. We will even film it without a rehearsal!

The day of filming arrived. The artist lay down on the bench and pretended to be asleep. The director gave the command. They turned on the bright light. The trainer let the bear in through the slightly open door of the hut. And then the unexpected happened.

Once in the bright light, the bear stood on its hind legs and began to dance. Then he somersaulted over his head several times and, satisfied, sat down in the middle of the hut.

- Stop! - the director shouted. “Can’t you somehow explain to him that all this is not necessary?”

But it was difficult to explain to the bear. The whole day went by like this. And the next one. And all the same, as soon as the bear came under the spotlight, he began to diligently perform the circus acts he was familiar with.

Finally the director couldn't stand it anymore.

“Your bear is not suitable for us,” he told the trainer. - He is an artist, and we need a simple, uneducated bear...

So the trainer had to take his Toptygin away.

List of additional literature for the summer for 6th grade

Texts for testing reading technique in grades 5-7 (2nd half of the year)

5th grade

March is finally here! A damp warmth blew in from the south. The sun came out, and a cheerful chime of drops began to sound across the earth, as if spring was riding on an invisible troika of horses.

Outside the window, in the elderberry bushes, the warmed-up sparrows made a fuss. Everyone tried their best, rejoicing that they were alive: “Alive! Alive! Alive!

Suddenly a melted icicle fell from the roof and landed in the very sparrow heap. The flock noisily flew onto the roof of a neighboring house. There the sparrows sat in a row on the ridge and had just calmed down when the shadow of a large bird slid across the roof. The sparrows darted over the ridge in fear.

But the worry was in vain. An ordinary crow landed on the chimney.

Today she was lucky. In her beak she held a large piece of bread.

Having sat down, she looked around suspiciously to see if there were any boys nearby. And what kind of habit do these brats have of throwing stones? Then she looked around the nearest fences, trees, roofs: there could be other crows there. They won't let you eat in peace either. Now they will flock together and get into a fight.

But it seems that no troubles were foreseen. The sparrows sat down again in the elder tree and from there looked enviously at her piece of bread. But she did not take this scandalous small fry into account.

So, you can have a snack!

The crow placed the piece on the edge of the pipe, stepped on it with both paws and began to chisel. When a particularly large piece broke off, it got stuck in the throat, the crow stretched its neck and shook its head helplessly. Having swallowed, she again began to look around for a while.

And after another blow with its beak, a large ball of crumb jumped out from under its paws and, falling from the chimney, rolled along the slope of the roof. The crow croaked in annoyance: the bread might fall to the ground and go to the sparrows that were nestled in the bushes under the window.

Reading technique

6th grade

I went to fifth grade in '48. It would be more correct to say, I went: in our village there was only an elementary school, so in order to study further, I had to travel fifty kilometers from home to the regional center. A week earlier, my mother went there and agreed with her friend that I would live with her. On the last day of August, Uncle Vanya, the driver of the only truck in the village, brought me to Podkamennaya Street, where I was to live, helped me carry the bundle with the bed into the house, patted me encouragingly on the shoulder goodbye, and drove off. So, at the age of eleven, my independent life began. The hunger had not yet gone away that year, and my mother had three of us, I was the eldest. In the spring, when it was especially difficult, I swallowed grains of oats and rye myself and forced my sister to swallow grains of oats and rye, so as not to think about food all the time

It’s hard to say how my mother decided to let me go to the district (we called the district center a district). We lived without my father, we lived very poorly, and she apparently decided that things couldn’t get any worse. I studied well, went to school with pleasure, and in the village I was recognized as a literate person: I wrote and read letters, went through all the books that were in our small village library, and in the evenings I told the children all sorts of stories from them.

And my mother, despite all the misfortunes, gathered me, although no one from our village in the area had studied before. I was the first.

I studied well here too. What was left for me? - then I came here, I had no other business here, and I didn’t yet know how to take care of what was entrusted to me. I would hardly have dared to go to school if I had left at least one lesson unlearned, so in all subjects except French, I had A's.

1. At what time do the events in the story take place?
2. How did the villagers live at this time?
3. Why did the boy go to the area?
4. How did the boy study in the village?
5. How did he start studying in the city?
6. What feelings do you experience after reading the beginning of the story?

7th grade

When I was about six years old, probably, or six and a half, I had absolutely no idea who I would ultimately be in this world. Then my appetite was whetted to learn to become an artist who paints white stripes on the street asphalt for speeding cars. Otherwise it seemed to me that it would be nice to become a brave traveler and sail across all the oceans on a fragile shuttle, eating only raw fish. And the next day I was already impatient to become a boxer, because I saw the European Boxing Championship on TV. The way they threshed each other was simply terrifying! And then they showed them training, and then they hit a heavy leather “bag” - such an oblong heavy ball; you have to hit it with all your might, hit it as hard as you can, in order to develop the power of the blow. And I also decided to become the strongest person in the yard.

I told dad:

- Dad, buy me a punching bag! I will train and become a boxer.

“There’s no need to waste money on nonsense,” dad answered. – Train sometime without a punching bag.

And he got dressed and went to work. And my mother immediately noticed that I was offended and tried to help me.

She took out from under the sofa a large wicker basket where old toys were stored, and took out a healthy teddy bear from it.

- Here. Nice bear, great. Look how tight it is! Why not a pear? Let's train as much as you like!

I was very happy that my mother came up with such a great idea. And I made the bear more comfortable on the sofa, so that it would be easier for me to train and develop punching power.

He sat in front of me, so chocolate-colored, and he had different eyes: one of his own was yellow glass, and the other was a large white one made from a sewn button from a pillowcase. But it didn’t matter, because the bear looked at me with its different eyes and raised both paws up, as if it was already giving up...

And I suddenly remembered how a long time ago I never parted with this bear for a minute, dragged him everywhere with me, and sat him at the table next to me for dinner, and put him to bed, and rocked him like a little brother, and whispered he had all sorts of fairy tales right into his velvet hard ears, and I loved him then, loved him with all my soul, I would have given my life for him then...

And now he’s sitting on the couch, my former best friend, a true childhood friend, and I want to train my punching power against him...

- What happened to you? – Mom asked, opening the door.

And I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I raised my head to the ceiling so that my tears wouldn’t be visible, and said:

– I changed my mind about being a boxer.

(According to V.Yu. Dragunsky)*

1. What puzzled the narrator at age six?
2. What influenced his choice to become a boxer?
3. What request did the boy make to his father?
4. What solution did mom suggest?
5. What the bear looked like
6. Why did the boy change his mind about becoming a boxer?

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Native literature

1. Russian folk tales.
2. Myths and legends of the peoples of the world.
3. !_The Legend of Arion.
4. Aksakov S.A. Childhood years of Bagrov - grandson, Buran.
5. !_Astafiev V.P. Trees grow for everyone, A horse with a pink mane.
6. !_Akhmatova A.A. Before spring there are days like this...
7. !_Baratynsky E.A. Motherland, Spring! Spring! How clean the air is!, Wonderful hail will sometimes merge.
8. Batyushkov K.N. On the ruins of a castle in Sweden.
9. !_Blok A.A. Summer evening. Oh, how crazy it is outside the window...
10. Bulychev K. The Adventures of Alice: The Girl to Whom Nothing Happens, Reserve of Fairy Tales, Kozlik Ivan Ivanovich, One Hundred Years Ahead.
11. Garshin V. M. Signal.
12. Glinka F.N. You can’t hear the noise of the city, The morning is wiser than the evening.
13. Gogol N.V. Terrible revenge, Viy.
14. !_Green A. S. Scarlet Sails.
15. Davydov D.V. Partisan.
16. Derzhavin G.R. Swan.
17. !_Dmitriev I.I. Fly.
18. Dostoevsky F.M. Boy at Christ's Christmas tree.
19. !_Yesenin S.A. Small forest. The steppe and the distance, Porosha.
20. Zheleznikov V.K. An eccentric from the sixth "B", a traveler with luggage, good morning to good people.
21. Zhukovsky V. A. Svetlana.
22. Iskander F. The Adventures of Chika.
23. Kataev V.P. Son of the regiment, Electric machine.
24. Koltsov A.V. Don't make noise, rye..., Forest.
25. Krapivin V.P. Brother, who is seven, Stars in the rain.
26. !_Krylov I. A. Donkey and nightingale, Leaves and roots, Casket.
27. !_Kuliev K. When trouble fell on me, No matter how small my people were.
28. !_Kuprin A.I. Wonderful Doctor, Yu-Yu, Emerald, White Poodle.
29. !_Lermontov M.Yu. Airship, Mermaid, Sea Princess, Ashik-Kerib, Clouds, Three Palms, Leaf, Cliff.
30. !_Leskov N.S. Lefty, Stupid Artist, Man on the Clock.
31. Likhanov A.A. The last cold weather.
32. Maikov A.N. My God! Yesterday - bad weather..., Haymaking.
33. Mamin-Sibiryak D. N. Stories.
34. !_Nekrasov N.A. Vlas, Grandfather, Railway.
35. Odoevsky V.F. Excerpts from Masha's magazine.
36. Ostrovsky A.N. Snow Maiden.
37. Paustovsky K.G. Disheveled Sparrow, The Last Devil, Cat Thief, Steel Ring, Meshchera Side.
38. Platonov A.P. Multi-colored butterfly, Unknown flower (plus the story of its creation).
39. Polonsky Ya.P. There are two gloomy clouds in the mountains, Look how dark it is.
40. Prishvin M.M. Ship Thicket, Forest Drops, Pantry of the Sun, Blue Bast Shoes.
41. !_Pushkin A.S. Shot, Young Peasant Lady, Dubrovsky, I.I. Pushchina, The Prisoner, Winter Morning, Stories of the late Ivan Petrovich Belkin.
42. Rasputin V.G. French lessons.
43. !_Rubtsov N.M. Star of the fields.
44. Rybakov A. Dirk, Bronze bird.
45. Ryleev K.F. Derzhavin.
46. !_Samoilov D.S. Forties.
47. !_Simonov K.M. Do you remember, Alyosha, the roads of the Smolensk region.
48. !_Tolstoy A.K. Prince Silver, Where the vines bend over the pool.
49. Tolstoy L.N. Hadji Murat.
50. !_Tukay G. Native village. Book.
51. !_Turgenev I.S. Stories from the series “Notes of a Hunter”: Burmister, Singers, Khor and Kalinich, Bezhin Meadow.
52. !_Tyutchev F.I. Dream at sea, Spring, How cheerful is the roar of summer storms..., Reluctantly and timidly, The kite rose from the clearing, Leaves.
53. !_Fazil Iskander. The thirteenth labor of Hercules.
54. !_Fet A.A. The spruce covered my path with its sleeve, It’s still a May night, Learn from them - from the oak, from the birch.
55. Charskaya L. The beginning of life, Princess Javakha.
56. Black S. Diary of Fox Mickey.
57. !_Chekhov A.P. Book of Complaints, Boys, Burbot, Children, Horse Name, Defenseless Creature, Fat and Thin.
58. Schwartz E.L. Two maples.
59. !_Shukshin V.M. Exam, Critics, Cut.
60. Yazykov N.M. Homeland, Present, Two paintings.
61. Yakovlev Yu.A. Ledum, Knight Vasya, Boy with skates, But Vorobyov did not break the glass.