It’s true that Savushkina already has enough troubles.
And yet Anna Vasilievna must see her.
I'll have to go see your mother.
Come, Anna Vasilievna, mom will be happy!
Unfortunately, I have nothing to please her with. Does mom work in the morning?
No, she's on the second shift, starting at three.
Very well. I cum at two. After lessons you will accompany me...
The path along which Savushkin led Anna Vasilievna began immediately at the back of the school estate. As soon as they stepped into the forest and the spruce paws, heavily loaded with snow, closed behind them, they were immediately transported to another, enchanted world of peace and soundlessness. Magpies and crows, flying from tree to tree, swayed branches, knocked down pine cones, and sometimes, touching with their wings, broke off fragile, dry twigs. But nothing gave birth to sound here.
All around is white and white. Only in the heights do the wind-blown tops of tall weeping birches turn black, and the thin branches seem to be drawn in ink on the blue surface of the sky.
The path ran along the stream - sometimes level with it, obediently following all the twists of the riverbed, sometimes, rising high, winding along a steep slope.
Sometimes the trees parted, revealing sunny, cheerful clearings, crossed by a hare's footprint, similar to a watch chain. There were also large trefoil-shaped tracks that belonged to some large animal. The tracks went into the very thicket, into the brown forest.
Sokhaty has passed! - as if about a good friend, Savushkin said, seeing that Anna Vasilievna was interested in the tracks. “Just don’t be afraid,” he added in response to the glance cast by the teacher into the depths of the forest. - Elk, he is quiet.
Have you seen him? - Anna Vasilievna asked excitedly.
Himself? Alive? - Savushkin sighed. - No, it didn’t happen. I saw his nuts.
“Spools,” Savushkin explained shyly.
Slipping under the arch of a bent willow, the path ran down to the stream again. In some places the stream was covered with a thick blanket of snow, in others it was encased in a pure ice shell, and sometimes among the ice and snow a dark, unkind eye could be seen living water.
Why isn't he completely frozen? - asked Anna Vasilievna.
Warm springs flow through it. Do you see the trickle there?
Leaning over the hole, Anna Vasilyevna saw a thin thread stretching from the bottom; Before reaching the surface of the water, it burst into small bubbles. This thin stem with bubbles looked like a lily of the valley.
There are so many of these keys here! - Savushkin spoke with enthusiasm. - The stream is alive even under the snow.
He swept away the snow, and tar-black and yet transparent water appeared.
Anna Vasilievna noticed that, falling into the water, the snow did not melt, it immediately thickened and sagged in the water like gelatinous greenish algae. She liked it so much that she began to knock the snow into the water with the toe of her boot, rejoicing when a particularly intricate figure was sculpted from the large lump. She got the taste and did not immediately notice that Savushkin had gone ahead and was waiting for her, sitting high in the fork of a branch hanging over the stream. Anna Vasilievna caught up with Savushkin. Here the effect of the warm springs had already ended; the stream was covered with film-thin ice. Quick, light shadows darted across its marbled surface.
Look how thin the ice is, you can even see the current!
What are you talking about, Anna Vasilyevna! It was I who shook the branch, and so the shadow runs.
Anna Vasilievna bit her tongue. Perhaps, here in the forest, it’s better for her to keep quiet.
Savushkin again walked ahead of the teacher, bending down slightly and carefully looking around him.
And the forest kept leading them and leading them with its complex, confusing passages. It seemed that there would be no end to the edge of these trees, snowdrifts, this silence and sun-pierced darkness.
Suddenly, a smoky blue crack appeared in the distance. The redwoods replaced the thicket, it became spacious and fresh. And now, not a gap, but a wide, sunlit opening appeared in front, there was something sparkling, sparkling, swarming with icy stars.
The path went around a hazel bush, and the forest immediately spread out to the sides. In the middle of the clearing, in white sparkling clothes, huge and majestic, like a cathedral, stood an oak tree. The trees seemed to respectfully part to allow the older brother to unfold in full force. Its lower branches spread out like a tent over the clearing. Snow packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark, and the thick, three-girth trunk seemed stitched with silver threads. The foliage, having dried out in the autumn, almost did not fly off; the oak tree was covered with leaves in snowy covers to the very top.
So here it is, winter oak!
Anna Vasilyevna timidly stepped towards the oak tree, and the mighty, generous guardian of the forest quietly swung a branch towards her.
Not knowing at all what was going on in the teacher’s soul, Savushkin was fiddling around at the foot of the oak tree, casually treating his old acquaintance.
Exercise 378
Condition:
Read the text. As you read, pay attention not only to the development of events, but also to how expressively the author writes and what kind of pictures he creates. Mark those combinations of words and sentences that made the greatest impression on you.
Winter oak
As soon as Anna Vasilievna and Savushkin entered the forest, they were immediately transported to an enchanted world of peace and silence.
All around is white and white. Only in the heights do the tops of the birches turn black, and the thin branches seem to be drawn in ink on the blue surface of the sky. Sometimes, among the ice and snow, the living water of the stream looked with an unkind eye.
- Why isn’t he completely frozen? - asked Anna Vasilievna.
- There are warm springs in it. There is so much passion here! - Savushkin spoke with enthusiasm. - The stream is alive even under the snow.
The path went around a hazel bush. In the middle of the clearing, in white sparkling clothes, a huge and majestic oak tree stood. Its lower branches spread out over the clearing. Snow packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark, and the thick, three-girth trunk seemed stitched with silver threads. The oak tree was covered with snow-covered leaves to the very top.
So here it is, winter oak!
Anna Vasilyevna timidly stepped towards the oak tree, and the mighty, generous guardian of the forest quietly swung a branch towards her.
Savushkin was busy at the foot of the oak tree, casually treating his old acquaintance. With effort, he rolled away a block of snow that had stuck to the ground underneath. In the hole lay a ball wrapped in rotted leaves. Sharp needle tips stuck out through the leaves, and Anna Vasilyevna guessed that it was a hedgehog.
- That's how I wrapped myself up! - Savushkin carefully covered the hedgehog with his unpretentious blanket.
Then he dug up the snow at another root. There sat a brown frog that looked like it was made of cardboard. Savushkin touched the frog, it did not move.
“He’s pretending,” Savushkin laughed. - It's like she's dead. Let the sun warm up and it will start jumping!
He continued to lead the teacher around his little world. The foot of the oak tree sheltered many more guests: beetles, lizards, boogers. They were all asleep winter sleep. The strong tree has accumulated so much heat around itself that the poor animals could not find best apartment.
Anna Vasilyevna peered with joyful interest into this, unknown to her, secret life of the forest when she heard the boy’s alarmed voice:
- Oh, we won’t find mom anymore!
Anna Vasilievna hastily brought the clock to her eyes - a quarter past three. She felt as if she was trapped.
- Well, Savushkin, this only means that shortcut not yet the most faithful. But thanks for the walk anyway.
Savushkin blushed. He really wanted to tell the teacher that he would never be late for class again.
Having walked far away, Anna Vasilyevna looked back at the oak tree, white and pink in the sunset rays, and saw under it a small figure of a boy. And she suddenly realized that the most amazing thing in this forest was not the winter oak, but small man in worn out felt boots.
According to Yuri Nagibin
Read the words correctly: little world, little world, little world: below.
What is this text about? Formulate general theme, name the subtopics that are subordinate to it and help to reveal it. Title the parts of the text that are related to a particular subtopic of the text.
Look at the drawing. Which part of the story does it correspond to? Did the artist manage to convey what the author of the work wanted to express? How would you change the drawing to accurately match the content of the story.
Answer:
The text tells the story of a boy who revealed to his teacher the amazing secrets of the winter forest. The topic of the text is description mysterious world winter forest. Titled parts of the text (subtopics): 1. Peace and quiet of the forest. 2. Unfrozen stream. 3. Majestic oak. 4. Savushkin found a hedgehog at the foot of an oak tree. 5. Guests at the foot of the oak tree. 6. The meeting with Savushkin’s mother did not take place. 7. Amazing little man.
The path went around a hazel bush, and the forest immediately spread out to the sides. In the middle of the clearing, in white sparkling clothes, huge and majestic, stood an oak tree. The trees seemed to respectfully part to allow the older brother to unfold in full force. Its lower branches spread out like a tent over the clearing. Snow packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark, and the thick, three-girth trunk seemed stitched with silver threads. The foliage, having dried out in the autumn, almost did not fly off, and the oak tree was covered with leaves in snowy covers to the very top.
Anna Vasilievna timidly stepped towards the oak tree, and the magnanimous, powerful guardian of the forest swung a branch towards her.
“Anna Vasilievna, look,” said Savushkin and with effort he rolled away a block of snow with earth stuck to the bottom and the remains of rotten grass. There, in the hole, lay a ball wrapped in rotted leaves. Sharp needle tips stuck out through the leaves, and Anna Vasilyevna guessed that it was a hedgehog.
The boy continued to lead the teacher around his little world. The foot of the oak tree sheltered many more guests: beetles, lizards. boogers. Emaciated, they endured the winter in deep sleep. A strong tree overflowing with life has accumulated so much living warmth around itself that the poor animal could not have found a better apartment for itself.
Moving far away, Anna Vasilievna last time I looked back at the oak tree, white and pink in the sunset rays, and saw a small dark figure at its foot: Savushkin had not left, he was guarding his teacher from afar. And Anna Vasilievna suddenly realized that the most amazing thing in this forest was not the winter oak, but a little man in worn felt boots, mended clothes, the son of a soldier who died for his homeland, a wonderful citizen of the future.
(According to Yu. Nagibin) 232 words
The path went around a hazel bush, and the forest immediately (parted, parted, parted) to the sides: in the middle of a clearing, in white ( shiny, sparkling, shining) clothes, huge and ( majestic, majestic, regal), the oak tree stood like a cathedral. The trees seemed to respectfully ( parted, parted, moved apart), to let the older brother unfold with all his might. Its lower branches are like a tent ( spread out, spread out, spread out) over the clearing. Snow packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark, and the thick, three-girth trunk seemed stitched with silver threads. The foliage, having dried out in the fall, is almost not ( fell, flew around, crumbled), the oak tree was covered with leaves up to the very top ( white, snowy, snow-white, gray) needles So here it is, winter oak. Anna Vasilievna ( fearfully, timidly, timidly) stepped towards the oak tree, and the mighty ( wonderful, magnificent, beautiful) the guardian of the forest quietly swung a branch towards her
(Yu. Nagibin)
Exercise 3. Select synonyms for each of the paronyms, using the reference material.
Addressee, addressee;
Warlike, militant;
Despotic, despotic;
Ignorant, ignorant;
5. Friendly; friendly;
6. Unresponsive, irresponsible.
For information: 1) sender; recipient; 2) aggressive; struggling, fighting with someone or something; 3)tyrannical; petty tyrant; 4) rude; ignoramus; 5) friendly; friendly; 6) downtrodden, depressed, speechless; carefree, carefree.
Task 4. Specify artistic and visual means.
1) ... the stone trees stood silent and motionless during the day and moved even more densely around people in the evenings, when cold fires lit up. And it was even more terrible when the angry wind beat on the tops of the trees and the whole forest hummed dully, as if threatening and singing a funeral song...
2) Danko’s heart burned as brightly as the sun, and brighter than the sun, and the whole forest fell silent, illuminated by this torch of great love for people...
(M. Gorky, “Old Woman Izergil”).
Assignment for SRSP: 1) Read and write down the means of artistic expression.
Assignment for SRS: Task 2, 3, 4, 5.
Literature
1 Akhmedyarov K.K. Russian language: Textbook for students of Kazakh departments of the university (undergraduate). – Almaty: KazNU named after. al-Farabi, 2008. – 226 p.
2 Zhanalina L.K., Musataeva M.Sh. Practical course of the Russian language: Textbook. – Almaty: Print-S, 2005. – 529 p.
1.3 (3) Plan-Russian language lesson notes on the topic:Features of literary text. Workshop on creating texts in an artistic style.
Goals:
1. Deepen the concept of artistic style of speech.
2. To make students aware of the close relationship between language and society, the main functions of language in society, which will contribute to the correct stylistic use of the studied constructions in speech.
Listening
Exercise 1. Read the sayings of the classics. Retell them.
1) The task of literature is to capture in colors, in words, in sounds, in forms what is best, beautiful, honest, noble in a person. In particular, my task is to awaken a person’s pride in himself, to tell him that he is the best, the most sacred in life... (M. Gorky)
2) Love the book - the source of knowledge, only knowledge is saving, only it can make you spiritually strong, honest, reasonable people who are able to sincerely love a person, respect his work and heartily admire the beautiful fruits of his continuous great work. (M. Gorky)
3) Man is a mystery. It needs to be solved. And if you spend your whole life solving it, don’t say you wasted your time. I'm doing this mystery because I want to be a Human! (F.M. Dostoevsky)
4) It’s funny for me to remember how I thought and how you seem to think that you can create a happy and honest little world for yourself, in which you can live quietly, without mistakes, without repentance, without confusion, and do only good things slowly and carefully .
Funny! To live honestly, you have to struggle, get confused, fight, start and quit, and start again, and quit again, and fight forever. And calmness is spiritual meanness! (L.N. Tolstoy)
5) Everything in a person should be beautiful: face, clothes, soul, and thoughts! (A.P. Chekhov)
Task 2. Write the text using, if possible, all means of artistic expression.
Letter
Task 3. Rewrite by inserting the missing letters. Explain the spelling of vowels after C.
Three girls... were spinning under the window late in the evening.
The Ts...gans are roaming around Bessarabia in a noisy crowd.
I put down my t...new, wrapped myself in a fur coat and dozed off.
4. And in response to the foxes’ friendly words, the crow croaked at the top of her crow’s throat.
5. A girl wearing a white down scarf and a ts...geik jacket entered the carriage.
Task 4. Copy the words by inserting the missing letters. Explain the spelling of these words. Make 4-5 sentences with them.
1) Ts..fra, ts...rkul, ts...film, akats...ya, plantation...ya, cucumber..., well done..., ts...rk, ts.. .tata, ts...nk, ts...novka, sisters...n, foxes. ..n, stairs..., nat...ya, ts...geika, ts...rkulyats...ya, ts...nga, ts...bulya (bow), on ts.. .kidneys, t...kick, abstract...i, tradition...i.
2) C...cynic potassium, c...crylic rhythm, c..., lindrical figure, c...nic phrase, c...r...circular program, c...circular saw, powerful c...tadel, ts...coward cultures, ts.,.beach fluff, ts...fashion set, participants...conference..., civilized world, volleyball section...i, strong cyclone.
Task 5. Write down the phrases, explaining the spelling of all words.
Loving dance... ts...ganka; behave in a civilized manner; approaching c...clone; carrying out privatization; economic stabilization; new buttons...; old intelligentsia; performance by a performer; experienced swimmers...; vaccine for vaccinations; chubby young man; coordination of movements; can't be heard from the streets...; c...face of the clock.
Task 6. Write an essay using one of the statements below as an epigraph.
Let's read it again...The snow that had fallen overnight covered the narrow path leading from Uvarovka to the school, and only by the faint intermittent shadow on the dazzling snow cover could its direction be guessed. The teacher carefully placed her foot in a small, fur-trimmed boot, ready to pull it back if the snow deceived her.
It was only half a kilometer to school, and the teacher just threw a short fur coat over her shoulders and tied a light woolen scarf around her head. The frost was strong, and besides, the wind blew in and, tearing off a young snowball from the crust, showered her from head to toe. But the twenty-four-year-old teacher liked it all. I liked that the frost bit my nose and cheeks, that the wind, blowing under my fur coat, chilled my body. Turning away from the wind, she saw behind her the frequent trail of her pointed boots, similar to the trail of some animal, and she liked that too.
A fresh, light-filled January day awakened joyful thoughts about life and about myself. It’s only been two years since she came here from her student days, and she has already gained fame as a skillful, experienced teacher of the Russian language. And in Uvarovka, and in Kuzminki, and in Cherny Yar, and in the peat town, and at the stud farm - everywhere they know her, appreciate her and call her respectfully - Anna Vasilievna.
A man was walking towards me across the field. “What if he doesn’t want to give way?” Anna Vasilyevna thought with cheerful fear. “You won’t warm up on the path, but if you take a step to the side, you’ll instantly drown in the snow.” But she knew to herself that there was no person in the area who would not give way to the Uvarov teacher.
They drew level. It was Frolov, a trainer from a stud farm.
WITH Good morning, Anna Vasilievna! - Frolov raised his kubanka over his strong, well-cropped head.
May it be for you! Put it on now, it’s so cold!
Frolov himself probably wanted to grab the kubanka as quickly as possible, but now he deliberately hesitated, wanting to show that he didn’t care about the cold.
How is Lesha my, isn’t he spoiling me? - Frolov asked respectfully.
Of course he's playing around. All normal children play around. As long as it doesn’t cross boundaries,” Anna Vasilievna answered with the consciousness of her pedagogical experience.
Frolov grinned:
My Leshka is quiet, just like his father!
He stepped aside and, falling knee-deep into the snow, became the height of a fifth-grader. Anna Vasilievna nodded condescendingly and went on her way...
A two-story school building with wide windows painted with frost stood near the highway behind a low fence, the snow right up to the highway was reddened by the reflection of its red walls. The school was set up on the road away from Uvarovka, because children from all over the area studied there... And now along the highway on both sides, bonnets and scarves, jackets and caps, earflaps and caps flowed in streams to the school buildings.
Hello, Anna Vasilievna! - it sounded every second, either loudly and clearly, or dullly and barely audible from under the scarves and handkerchiefs wound up to the very eyes.
Anna Vasilyevna's first lesson was in the fifth "A". Before the shrill bell, signaling the start of classes, had died, Anna Vasilievna entered the classroom. The guys stood up together, said hello and sat down in their places. Silence did not come immediately. Desk lids slammed, benches creaked, someone sighed noisily, apparently saying goodbye to the serene mood of the morning.
Today we will continue our analysis of parts of speech...
Anna Vasilievna remembered how worried she was
before class last year and, like a schoolgirl on an exam, kept repeating to herself: “A noun is a part of speech... a noun is a part of speech...” And she also remembered how she was tormented by a funny fear: what if they still don’t understand ?..
Anna Vasilyevna smiled at the memory, straightened the hairpin in her heavy bun of hair and in an even, calm voice, feeling her calmness like warmth throughout her whole body, began:
A noun is a part of speech that denotes an object. A subject in grammar is anything that can be asked about, who it is or what it is...
In the half-open door stood a small figure in worn-out felt boots, on which frosty sparks were fading as they melted. The round face, inflamed by the frost, burned as if it had been rubbed with beets, and the eyebrows were gray with frost.
Are you late again, Savushkin? - Like most young teachers, Anna Vasilievna loved to be strict, but now her question sounded almost plaintive.
Taking the teacher’s words as permission to enter the classroom, Savushkin quickly slipped into his seat. Anna Vasilievna saw how the boy put an oilcloth bag into his desk and asked his neighbor something without turning his head - probably: what is she explaining?
Anna Vasilievna was upset by Savushkin’s lateness, like an annoying inconsistency that ruined a well-started day. The geography teacher, a small, dry old woman who looked like a moth, also complained to her that Savushkin was late. In general, she often complained - either about the noise in the class or about the absent-mindedness of the students. "The first lessons are so difficult!" - the old woman sighed. “Yes, for those who don’t know how to hold students, who don’t know how to make their lesson interesting,” Anna Vasilievna thought self-confidently then and suggested that she change hours. Now she felt guilty before the old woman, who was insightful enough to see a challenge and reproach in Anna Vasilievna’s kind offer.
All clear? - Anna Vasilievna addressed the class.
It's clear! I see!.. - the children answered in unison.
Fine. Then give examples.
It became very quiet for a few seconds, then someone said hesitantly:
That’s right,” said Anna Vasilyevna, immediately remembering that last year the “cat” was also the first. And then it burst:
Window! - Table! - House! - Road!
That's right, Anna Vasilievna said.
The class erupted with joy. Anna Vasilievna was surprised
the joy with which the children named objects familiar to them, as if recognizing them in a new, somehow unusual significance. The range of examples kept expanding; for the first minutes the guys stuck to the closest, tangible objects: a wheel... a tractor... a well... a birdhouse...
And with back desk where fat Vasyatka was sitting, a thin and insistent voice rushed:
Carnation... carnation... carnation...
But then someone timidly said:
Street... Metro... Tram... Film...
That’s enough,” said Anna Vasilievna. - I lower, you understand.
Winter oak!
The guys laughed.
Quiet! - Anna Vasilievna slammed her palm on the table.
Winter oak! - Savushkin repeated, not noticing either the laughter of his comrades or the shout of the teacher. He said it differently from the other students. The words burst out of his soul like a confession, like a happy secret that an overflowing heart could not contain.
Not understanding his strange agitation, Anna Vasilyevna said, barely containing her irritation:
Why winter? Just oak.
Just oak - what! Winter oak - that's a noun!
Sit down, Savushkin, that’s what it means to be late. “Oak” is a noun, but we haven’t covered what “winter” is yet. During the big break, be kind enough to come into the teachers' room.
Here's a winter oak for you! - someone in the back desk chuckled.
Savushkin sat down, smiling at some of his thoughts, not at all touched by the teacher’s menacing words. “Difficult boy,” thought Anna Vasilievna.
The lesson continued.
“Sit down,” Anna Vasilievna said when Savushkin entered the teacher’s room.
The boy sat down with pleasure in a soft chair and swung several times on the springs.
Please, explain: why are you systematically late?
I just don’t know, Anna Vasilievna. - He spread his hands like an adult. - I leave an hour before.
How difficult it is to find the truth in the most trifling matter! Many of the guys lived much further than Savushkin, and yet none of them spent more than an hour on the road.
Do you live in Kuzminki?
No, at the sanatorium.
And aren't you ashamed to say that you leave in an hour? From the sanatorium to the highway it takes about fifteen minutes and along the highway no more than half an hour.
But I don't walk on the highway. “I’m taking a shortcut, straight through the forest,” said Savushkin, as if he himself was not a little surprised by this circumstance.
“Directly,” not “directly,” Anna Vasilievna habitually corrected.
She felt vague and sad, as always when she encountered children's lies. She was silent, hoping that Savushkin would say: “Excuse me, Anna Vasilyevna, I was playing with the guys in the snow,” or something equally simple and ingenuous, but he just looked at her with big gray eyes, and his gaze seemed to say: “Now we’ve found out everything. What else do you want from me?”
It’s sad, Savushkin, very sad! I'll have to talk to your parents.
And I, Anna Vasilievna, only have a mother,” Savushkin smiled.
Anna Vasilyevna blushed a little. She remembered Savushkin’s mother - “the shower nanny,” as her son called her. She worked at a sanatorium hydropathic clinic, a thin, tired woman with hands that were white and soft from the hot water, as if they were made of fabric. Alone, without her husband, who died in Patriotic War, she fed and raised, besides Kolya, three more children.
It’s true that Savushkina already has enough troubles.
I'll have to go see your mother.
Come, Anna Vasilievna, mom will be happy!
Unfortunately, I have nothing to please her with. Does mom work in the morning?
No, she's on the second shift, starting at three.
Very well. I cum at two. After class you will accompany me...
The path along which Savushkin led Anna Vasilievna began immediately at the back of the school estate. As soon as they stepped into the forest and the spruce paws, heavily loaded with snow, closed behind them, they were immediately transported to another, enchanted world of peace and soundlessness. Magpies and crows, flying from tree to tree, swayed branches, knocked down pine cones, and sometimes, touching with their wings, broke off fragile, dry twigs. But nothing gave birth to sound here.
All around is white and white. Only in the heights do the wind-blown tops of tall weeping birches turn black, and the thin branches seem to be drawn in ink on the blue surface of the sky.
The path ran along the stream - sometimes level with it, obediently following all the twists of the riverbed, sometimes, rising high, winding along a steep slope.
Sometimes the trees parted, revealing sunny, cheerful clearings, crossed by a hare's footprint, similar to a watch chain. There were also large trefoil-shaped tracks that belonged to some large animal. The tracks went into the very thicket, into the brown forest.
Sokhaty has passed! - Savushkin said as if about a good friend, seeing that Anna Vasilievna was interested in the tracks. “Just don’t be afraid,” he added in response to the glance cast by the teacher deep into the forest. - Elk, he is quiet.
Have you seen him? - Anna Vasilievna asked excitedly.
Himself? Alive? - Savushkin sighed. - No, it didn’t happen. I saw his nuts.
“Spools,” Savushkin explained shyly.
Slipping under the arch of a bent willow, the path ran down to the stream again. In some places the stream was covered with a thick blanket of snow, in others it was encased in a pure ice shell, and sometimes among the ice and snow living water could be seen with a dark, unkind eye.
Why isn't he completely frozen? - asked Anna Vasilievna.
Warm springs flow through it. Do you see the trickle there?
Leaning over the wormwood, Anna Vasilievna
I saw a thin thread stretching from the bottom; Before reaching the surface of the water, it burst into small bubbles. This thin stem with bubbles looked like a lily of the valley.
There are so many of these keys here! - Savushkin spoke with enthusiasm. - The stream is alive even under the snow.
He swept away the snow, and tar-black and yet transparent water appeared.
Anna Vasilievna noticed that, falling into the water, the snow did not melt, but immediately thickened and sagged in the water like gelatinous greenish algae. She liked it so much that she began to knock the snow into the water with the toe of her boot, rejoicing when a particularly intricate figure was sculpted from the large lump. She got the hang of it and immediately noticed that Savushkin had gone ahead and was waiting for her, sitting high in the fork of a branch hanging over the stream. Anna Vasilievna caught up with Savushkin. Here the effect of the warm springs had already ended; the stream was covered with film-thin ice.
Quick, light shadows darted across its marble surface.
Look how thin the ice is, you can even see the current!
What are you talking about, Anna Vasilyevna! It was I who shook the branch, and so the shadow runs.
Anna Vasilievna bit her tongue. Perhaps, here in the forest, it’s better for her to keep quiet.
Savushkin again walked ahead of the teacher, bending down slightly and carefully looking around him.
And the forest kept leading them and leading them with its complex, confusing codes. It seemed that there would be no end to these trees, snowdrifts, this silence and sun-pierced darkness.
Suddenly, a smoky blue crack appeared in the distance. The redwoods replaced the thicket, it became spacious and fresh. And now, not a gap, but a wide, sunlit opening appeared in front, there was something sparkling, sparkling, swarming with icy stars.
The path went around a hazel bush, and the forest immediately spread out to the sides. In the middle of the clearing, in white sparkling clothes, huge and majestic, like a cathedral, stood an oak tree. The trees seemed to respectfully part to allow the older brother to unfold in full force. Its lower branches spread out like a tent over the clearing. Snow packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark, and the thick, three-girth trunk seemed stitched with silver threads. The foliage, having dried out in the autumn, almost did not fly off; the oak tree was covered with leaves in snowy covers to the very top.
So here it is, winter oak!
Anna Vasilyevna timidly stepped towards the oak tree, and the mighty, generous guardian of the forest quietly swung a branch towards her.
Not knowing at all what was going on in the teacher’s soul: Savushkin was fiddling around at the foot of the oak tree, casually treating his old acquaintance.
Anna Vasilievna, look!
With effort, he rolled away a block of snow, which was stuck to the bottom with the remains of rotting grass. There, in the hole, lay a ball wrapped in rotted cobweb-thin leaves. Thick needle tips stuck out through the leaves, and Anna Vasilievna guessed that it was a hedgehog.
That's how I wrapped myself up!
Savushkin carefully covered the hedgehog with his unpretentious blanket. Then he dug up the snow at another root. A tiny grotto with a fringe of icicles on the roof opened up. In it sat a brown frog, as if made of cardboard, its skin, rigidly stretched over its bones, seemed varnished. Savushkin touched the frog, it did not move.
Pretends,” Savushkin laughed, “as if she were dead.” And let the sun warm it up - it will jump oh-oh!
He continued to lead Anna Vasilyevna around his little world. The foot of the oak tree sheltered many more guests: beetles, lizards, boogers. Some were buried under the roots, others hid in the cracks of the bark; emaciated, as if empty inside, they endured the winter in deep sleep. A strong tree, overflowing with life, has accumulated so much living warmth around itself that the poor animal could not have found a better apartment for itself. Anna Vasilievna was peering with joyful interest into this unknown secret life of the forest when she heard Savushkin’s alarmed exclamation:
Oh, we won’t find mom!
Anna Vasilyevna hurriedly brought her watch to her eyes - it was a quarter past three. She felt as if she was trapped. And, mentally asking the oak tree for forgiveness for her little human cunning, she said:
Well, Savushkin, this only means that the shortcut is not the most correct. You'll have to walk on the highway.
Savushkin didn’t answer, he just lowered his head.
My God! - Anna Vasilievna then thought with pain, “Is it possible to admit your powerlessness more clearly?” She remembered today’s lesson and all her other lessons: how poorly, dryly and coldly she spoke about the word, about language, about that without which a person is dumb before the world, powerless in feeling - about her native language, which is as fresh, beautiful and rich as life is generous and rich. And she considered herself a skillful teacher. Perhaps she did not take even one step on that path! which is not enough human life. And where does it lie, this path? Finding it is not easy or simple, like the key to Koscheev’s casket. But in that joy she did not understand, with which the guys called out “tractor”, “well”, “birdhouse”, the first milestone was dimly visible to her.
Well, Savushkin, thank you for the walk. Of course, you can walk this path too.
Thank you, Anna Vasilievna!
Savushkin blushed: he really wanted to tell the teacher that he would never be late again, but he was afraid to lie. He raised the collar of his jacket and pulled his earflaps down deeper.
I'll take you...
No need, Savushkin, I’ll get there alone.
He looked at the teacher doubtfully, then picked up a stick from the ground and, breaking off its crooked end, handed it to Anna Vasilyevna.
If the elk jumps on you, hit him on the back and he will bolt. Better yet, just swing, he’s had enough! Otherwise he will get offended and leave the forest altogether.
Okay, Savushkin, I won’t beat him.
Having gone far away, Anna Vasilievna for the last time
I looked back at the oak tree, white and pink in the sunset rays, and saw a small figure at its foot: Savushkin had not left, he was guarding his teacher from afar. And Anna Vasilyevna suddenly realized that the most amazing thing in this forest was not the winter oak, but a little man in worn felt boots, mended, poor clothes, the son of a soldier who died for his homeland and a “shower nanny”, a wonderful and mysterious citizen of the future.