It’s at the very early hour of the wonderful golden autumn. Perevirk dictation by topic

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Wonderful days

Voropaev, having entered Bucharest, did not heal early, as it was in the battle for Chisinau. Day buv yaskraviy i, mabut, trokhi is windy. We flew at the place on a tank with distributors and then lost one. Vlasne it seems, you would like to lie in the hospital, ale hiba, in the day I will enter into a slid of beads, boiling over to a place? I didn’t leave until late night, but all the criminals in the streets, entering into a rage, explaining that, simply without tears, the kimos were hugged, and the Chisinau wound was tightening, as if the villains were charming.

And a wound has come, vipadkovo otrimana painting of Bucharest, if you want and bullet left for the front, ale healed indiscriminately, even to the very Sophia.

Ale if win, spiraling to the club, we go from the headquarters bus to the square in the center of the Bulgarian capital, and do not check, leave it to cover, and become encompassing and consuming all of them, having consumed all of them, in the early days. The ice was trimmed on my feet, my head was already wrapped, and my fingers were cold - until I had been absorbed through the day, more in years on the squares, in the barracks, and to navigate from the pulpit of the church, bringing in the additions on my hands. Winning talking about Russia and words, there was no less than a thousand rockets.

***

Silence came, a little bit of tilka, like pirhali and chewed horses and chrippy dances. Here a seagull wept and the moon squeaked and the bekas squeaked, but they came to wonder if the guests didn’t miss it.

Yuras, zakhayuchis in the specs, who especially saw the message, escaped to the point and looked around the scene. Having defeated the winners of those same who bachiv until noon: plain, pagorbi, sky, lilovy distant. Tilki pagorbi stood nearer, she didn’t bully, yaka had gone far behind. Znichev'ya Yuras is evil in the sound of the skripal, he heard it in the kulats until he heard it, like that grave on his violin. If she picked up the music, she chased after NATO, the snowstorms, came to the water, and I didn’t remember it myself, as if I had come to know the chaise.

Unsubstantiated quiet spiv. The song, quiet, viscous and languid, is similar to crying and ice is rumbled by the ear, hanging either right-handed, now hand-handed, now from above, now from above the earth, as if an invisible spirit was hovering over the steppe and sleeping. Yuras looked around at all the sides and not the minds, the stars were wonderful. Then again, if he heard it, you began to feel good, as the grass was chopping off. At her own soul, it seemed to be bent, without tears, a little pitifully, and it was overwhelmingly overwhelming, but it was not guilty in any way, but the sun was burning daredevilly; she started singing, she desperately wants to live, she is young and I am baked, because it’s not baked and not dry. Guilty not bulo, Ale Vona nevertheless asked for forgiveness from kogos and swore that it was unbearably painful, in total and Skoda to herself.(For A.P. Chekhov) (241 words)

***

Often ascending with sawed sewing behind the falling leaves, then ominous that incomprehensible part of the second, if the leaf appears from the wall and begins to fall to the ground. I read in the old books about those, like the ball of falling leaves, but I didn’t feel the sound. The rustle of the leaves in the morning, making me the same namey, like rozpovid about those that are hanging sensitively, like the grass sprouting.

I’m wrong. You will need an hour, your hearing, dullness to the screeching of the city streets, and sometimes you will see and listen to even more clean and accurate sounds of the earth.

rattle basic nights, Deaf and nimi, if the calmness of the warto over the black foxed edge.

Bula taka nіch. Likhtar visvitlyuvav a well, an old maple in a parkan and rozpatlaniy vіtrom kushch nasturtsії.

I marveled at the maple and staggered, as carefully and every once in a while a red leaf rises out of the head, cringing, one mite zupinivaya in the twilight and obliquely falling to my nig, three of them are scorched and hunted. Ahead, I felt the rustle of a falling arkush - an indistinct sound similar to a child's whisper.

not without a profession

In the chase behind the picturesque shots of the photograph and the film operator, they often cross over between the clever rizyka.

Chi is not unsatisfactory, ale mayzhe is not merciful in nature. It is not infallible to know levs, and even more infallibly to tigers. It is impossible to say in advance, as if you would lead yourself to a strong witness, in spite of the far-flung manifestations, even a crumbling beast. In the Caucasus, I broke the rule at home: climb up the hill, the witch went with the wedges. Rozrakhunok buv on those who are moving, autumn and mothers are not so jealous of the offspring. Ale, I have mercy ... With the onslaught of the camera, which captured the two babies, I was dying here, close to my mother, rushed to me, like a torpedo. I am mindful: in any case, it is impossible to big - the zombie rushes along. At the moment, the cholovik lost the witness with a pantelel: there was a rapt, she gagged and, sawnily marveled at me, rushed after the baby.

Knowing the beasts, the demand, in the first place, the nobility's habits and, in a different way, do not creep into being born. All creatures, krіm hіba scho shatunіv-vedmedіv, pragnut the unique creatures with people. Analyze all the unhappiness, bachish: the safety of the people provoked the attack of the animal.

For a long time, they have invented teleob'yktivi, who know the creatures, which do not lash out and do not rush to attack, most often - to be attacked. Until then, non-luscious creatures, who do not care about your presence, behave naturally. There are a lot of different shots in terms of knowledge and patience, distance intelligence, it’s not reasonable and it’s not safe to navigate.

Go to the lake

Rankova dawns little by little flare up. Soon, you will be able to poke around like bare tree tops and gild the blisky mirror of the lake. And not far away there is a bigger lake, a chimeric form and color: the water in new is not blaky, not green, not dark, but borax. It seems that this specific type of lakes can be explained by the peculiarities of the storage of the sandy soil, the ball which whitewashed the bottom of the lake. And on the first stage of the Borovikh Lakes, huge swamps stretch out. Tse tezh colishny lakes, Overgrown for ten years.

At the very early hour of the miraculous golden autumn rush to the lake from another name - trash the lake. We had a long time ago, before the day, and began to get ready for the road. For the joy of the watchman, after settling us, we took waterproof raincoats, Mislivska chobots-bogs, prepared the road for the road, so it wouldn’t take an hour to make a bagatty, and demolished on the road.

For two years we made our way to the lake, wandering as we walked. At the price of overnatural forces, they poured overgrowths of such a small and thorny dewline, instead of some rotten ones, and in front of them appeared sharp. Before reaching the fossil hillock, we fell into an overgrowth of a conval, and the correct leaf, at first, an unidentified maister, who gave it a geometrically precise shape, snapped on our faces.

In the cichs, the zargos stretched out for a while, they were calm. Let your head go, and over you the tops of the pines rustle over you, how to creep into the blazing-blaky sky, for which it is not important to collapse, but a semi-airy gloom-do not sit down. Having rescued the middle of the convoy, I knew the shukati taєmniche lake. Roztashovane here, there is a dense growth of grass in front of us.(247 words)

***

Above natural zusilla, applied by heroes for a supplementary kind of road trip, bully is not big: visiting butti isn’t bad.

Ledva Chichikov, crouching down, stepping into the dark wide blue, the abiyak arrived, the cold suddenly smelled like a cold one. From the blue wine to the room, it may be dark, with the curtains drawn down, the light touching, not to go down from the steles, but hanging up to the stele from the wide cracks, where there is at the bottom of the door. Opening the doors, win nareshti, leaning in the lights and overwhelmed by the hostilities, they became desolate. As it was building, nibi in the booth was brought up by mittya pidlog and all the speeches they knew and heaped up the abiyak. On one table, standing to see the illusion of the style, and right there - the year-old from the pendulum, to which the pavuk has already attached the chimera to the pavut. Right there, standing sideways up to the wall of the chief with an old-fashioned medium, we could see the saw with a ball, karafki and weird Chinese porcelain, let's beat it. On the bureau, wicked in a charming mother-of-pearl mosaic, like a book in my hand, I had lost one more gingerbread, like glue; shkіryanіy palіturtsі with a worm, a lemon, all dried up, not more than a bit of wood, a pen of long-unused crystals, a cup with an unattractive liquid, three flies, covered with two leaves, On the completion of the strange interior, along the walls of the building, even more clearly and without a glimpse, a number of pictures appeared.

(For M. V. Gogol)

***

I guess from the unburned joy of my childish rock in an old-fashioned pansky booth in the middle of Russia.

Quiet, literally clear svitanok. The first prospect of a dream through the unconsciously made concessions to gild kachelna pich, svizhopofarbovan pidlogs, recently fabbed walls, wrapped in pictures on those children’s kazoks. Yak tilki shimmer on santsi farbi here did not grab! On the blue aphids, the princely princesses came to life, the horny prince, recognizing the sword, aspiring to the help of the kohan, the blakitty trees glimmered in the winter season, and the handrail opened the spring convoy. And behind the wind, a charming summer day is gaining strength.

At the end of the day, the dewyness of the early apartments, light and lower ones, grows dewy at the end of the day.

A low little buddy, hunched over, grows into the ground, and above him there is a yak and earlier violently quitnia of buzoks, as nibi will sprout up his blue-violet rozkishyu to gripe yo whack.

Along the narrow woods, balconies, also rotten from the hour and collapsing under their feet, descend and swim to the rostashovano near the booth.

Having bought up, mi lyagaєmo zashmagati not far from the thickets of the coastal line. Through the khvili-friend, snatch a spike of a thick foliage, growing on the right, closer to the nourishing spine, sitting on a magpie tree. Don't be fooled about it! I’ll rush to the ring of chirping, і, growing, step-by-step, the bird’s high-voiced bird reminiscent of the blooming garden.

Having replenished the baths, we turned back. Sklyana doors, which lead from terasi, prochineni. On the table in a simple clay potter there is a bunch of maysterno children who have not yet been released, but a hand, on a plain linen servette, a tarilka of honey, over what a golden good-to-be is.

It’s easy to get off the hook early! How can you remember to see happiness, how to see you in your childhood!

the best sanctuary

With the help of my dear friend's turbots, I took out from Russia a small box of Karelian birch, reminiscent of the earth. I am in love with people who love speeches, who do not feel embarrassed about them, and do not be afraid of crooked smiles. In youth, the price can be prodigious and intelligent: in youth we want to be self-singing, intelligent and savage - to show off to the image, to be able to show their faces, to stream the tremulous heart. Ale tyagar rokiv peremagє, and Suvor's vitriolism of the senses is not the most beautiful and the most beautiful. Axis like this at once, yak є, I’m ready і I can stand on a knee in front of the box in the Russian land and say out loud, do not be afraid of other people's vuh: "I love you, the earth, gave birth to me, and I recognize you my greatest sanctuary."

I am not at all skeptical of philosophy, at least some intelligent cosmopolitanism does not bother me if my sensitivity is clogged, for this is my love, but it is not ordered by reason and rosary.

The earth in the box was hung and transformed into bosoms with a drill saw. I sip її dbaylivo і carefully, so do not spread the gift on the table, and I think about those who, from all the speeches of the people, the earth is hungry and loving, and close.

Bo ti gunpowder - and turn to dust.

(For M.A. Osorgina)

the Rose

It’s early, it’s ice-cold, I turned around in the know-how with unhooked stitches. In the distance, indistinct and foggy, I could still see the picture of a native village. I walked on unmown grass, I saw that I was going to my house, left from ancient times, alley and earlier, to the pleasant and dear. I wanted to quickly start a family with a well-known street, old well, our palisade with jasmine bushes and a trojand.

That one, who is bored at my back, I uncomfortably close to the outskirts of the building, zupinivshis on the cob of the street. At the very edge of the village, there were old housewives standing, antirohi not changing from quiet feast, as I was staring. All the rocky, stretching out the bagatoh rockyv, where I didn’t give up the share, as it’s not far from being there, I’m always unconsciously carrying at my heart the image of a native house, as a memory of happiness and spring ...

Our booth! Win, yak and earlier, green leaves. True, there was a lot of flexibility here. At the center of the palisade, a great Troyandian forest has grown, on which there has been a growth of a small Trojand. The list of neglect, the Buryats intertwined on the flower beds and roads that grew into the ground, which had not been cleared and had not been pissed for a long time. The tree lattice is far from new;

The sprinkler took over a whole lot of kut kutnik, the nemov served as a background for the lower sludge-and-erysipelas. Ale the order with the speckled bullet of the Trojand, and not shou іnshe.

The rose rose in a good grass wound; if she opened her pellets, the rank dew dusted them with a sprinkle of wormholes, in which the sun was rattling. Rose seemed to be crying. Aleksei, everything boomed so miraculously, so clean and clear in the whole spring wounds ...

***

Behind the great booth, there was an old garden, which was also drowned out by bur'yan and chagarnik. I walked along the terrace, smart and beautiful; the edge of the glass doors is visible in the building of the room with the parquet floor, mabut, virtual; old piano, that on the walls of engravings in wide frames from a red tree - and more than nothing. From the number of daily quotes, from one family to another, from the grass, from the grass of their heads; along the road, vityagayuchi, growing one to one, young maples and knots grew, and even cows. alley, and far behind them the garden was cleared for the little pig, and there was no hovering here, the pavutin did not go into the mouth and in the eyes, the wind blew; chim dal in the light, in the space, and even grew in the vastness of cherries, plums, rosters of apples and pears, such a large one, but it’s not like pears. A part of the garden was rented by our mischievous tradesmen, and a sterling, from among villains and shpaks, a bad man who lives at the kuren's.

The garden, more and more growing, turning into a meadow, descending to the rivulet, is overgrown with greenery and verbolosis; Nearby rowing, bov pleso, glib and ribnium, angrily noisy was small mlyn with a straw, the toads croaked without self-help. On the water, smooth, like a mirror, a stake was walking, so the little lines were cuddled, worn by the merry ribbons. Quiet blakytny pleso vabiv to itself, ob_tsyayuchi cool and calm.

Zoryanka

Buvak, in the forest near a golden ore pine tree from a white pine tree vipade a knot. Go through the ric or two, and looking around at the little bird, the raspberry is a little bird of exactly the same color as the bark of a pine tree. And so fix the bird in the spring.

In an hour, or else, right here, following the bird, the miser will come and see the tree beaten in the cleansed evening dawn.

Ale the axis of the spider drift, hanging on the ground, the first punching signs of the dawn, the whistling of its signal. A raspberry appeared on a new one, a raspberry from a nest, and, striking from a knot to a knot, everything and everything, from above, also pushed the dawn and at the signal of the sleeping thrush received its signal. Myslyvets, slyly, feeling the signal of a thrush and bachiv, like a viletyla malinivka, win respecting, what a raspberry, a little bird, squeaked a dziobik, ale, okay squeaking, I just don’t feel the voice of a little bird.

The birds even glorified the dawn of the hill, the ale of the people, as they stood below, the dawn was not visible. It’s an hour - the dawn rose over the fox, mischievous: a little bitch a bird svіy dzhobik now vіdkryє, then zakryє. Tse malinіvka spіvaє, malinіvka praise the dawn, ale pisnі do not feel. Myslyvets, after all, is rosy in her own way, how the bird glorifies the dawn, and whoever knows it, through those who speak, glorify the dawn, and not glorify itself in front of people.

The I axis is important, well, as only people will glorify the dawn, and not glorify the dawn itself, so the spring of the people itself will be honored. All our help lovers, mislers, from the smallest and simple people until the best, only tim and dyhayut, to glorify the spring. І pictures of such good peopleє in the lights, and I don’t know anything good about myself, and I don’t know anything good about myself, and I don’t know anything good about it, I don’t think it’s good, I don’t think it’s good, but I don’t know anything good about myself, and I don’t think so spring people.

***

The dawn was rising, it was getting light, and it was time to get on the road. Having walked through the thick, outgrowths, having made my way through the thicket to the verbolosis, I went to the bank of the river and quickly saw my flat-bottomed choven. Before the installs, I changed my linen bear instead. Everything was on the ice: a jar of pig carcasses, smoked and stewed riba, a loaf of black bread, thickened milk, a roll of meatballs and a few speeches that were needed in the road.

As we went down the coast, I let go of the oars, and it quietly drifted over the course. Three years later, around the bend of the small river, it was clearly visible on the aphids of lead chmars on the rim of the gilded dome of the church, just to the place, beyond my rosary, there was a long way.

Having walked a little crock along the cobbled street, I thought I had already gotten wet for a long time already. Shvets buv is a brave cholovik of the Tsigan's call. Schaschis suprazvychano gabbling in the clear ruks of yo m'yazy hands.

Having vgamuvav hunger in the nearest cafe, before my services came a buriak borshchok, a stove with a stewed cartopley and borjomi, I went to wander around the place. My esteem was turned down by the boardwalk, de major іznokolorovі praportsі. The juggler has already finished his whistle and leaned in. Yogo was replaced by a springy dancer with a ruddy forelock and a lively shove in her hands. After dancing like a dance, making a cheat, she donated a little to a clown in a pair of tights. Ale bidolakha bov of the merriment of talent and not being confused by his antics and strikers.

Having obeyed for a little less than the whole place, I roasted for the night on a birch of a river, clinging to the old people with a waterproof raincoat.

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diagnostic dictation
Call in the first half of the spring to be held in the input robots from the Russian language. Most of the time dictation. Їх text to revenge on the type of spelling and pointograms, which were introduced in the last navchalny rotsi. The main meta diagnostics is the value of the level of surplus mines and navichok of scholars. Up to the 8th grade, the texts are supravodzhuyutsya grammatical zavdanny. In grades 9-11, such a teacher is not assigned, or a teacher can be entered.
P'yati Klasi to write according to the texts pidsumkovyh dictations, Spent in pohatkov_y school To that the text is addressed to students from 6 to 11 classes. Beast to respect: a few texts are older in grades 9-11. Practically all the dictation of the main theme, Scho into the distance to dwell with an hour of їkh conducting.
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The hour before the ear of winter
Summer autumn day in Lisia. The head stands tall asp and birch. For a long time the grass has dried and scattered. The gray sky has blown 3 to the ground.
Obviously to hide the thorny planks. So to go through the day after time. And then by raptom a galasliva storm came. Bend into the yalini. In a haystone, they are lamented on the old Osiks' boots. Vіter zhovtu zhovtu dry leaves along the paths and dark riverbeds. 4
Verseє storm. And one wound with the first right came to see the earth at night put on a bathrobe. Freeze slightly. Ale tse is not fair winter. And the rest of the forest is spacious and clean, crunching 3 snacks, a dumb swig of cabbage.
(92 words.) (For R. Panov.)

grammatical zavdannya

1. Razbir according to the warehouse of words: osinniy, lamayutsya, virubkakh (1 variant), vіkovі, nalіta, snіzhok (2 options).
2. Syntactic analysis: Viter to his wife zhovtu dry leaves along the paths and dark channels of the river. (1 option)
The heads stand in the form of wasp and birch. (Option 2).
3. Morphological rozbir: drooping (1 option), crunching (2 option).

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the remains of the mushroom

Vіter rozletіvsya on all sides. Lipa chucked out and frightened herself with a million golden leaves. 4 Again, torn again with great strength. I todi zletili all leaves. We got stuck on the black coins of the old lime and the rare gold coins.
So, having burned a bitter with a linden tree, and then crept 3 to the dark gloom. She banged out and at once all spread like a board.
Іnshu hmaru vіter drove far beyond the horizon. The І axis of the z-pіd tsієї khmari ran through yaskravі promenades. Wet foils and fields immediately glimmered.
The ore leaves littered the ground. Ale I know trochas and rizhiks, and redheads, and podbirov.
(92 words.) (For M. Prishvin.)
grammatical zavdannya

1. Razbіr according to the warehouse of slots: rozletіvsya, drove away, leaflets (1 variant), whirled, gravitated, rizhikіv (2 variant).
2. Syntactic breakdown: Linden lost her heart and scared off a million golden leaves. (1 option)
Ale I know trochas and rizhiks, and redheads, and pidberezoviks. (Option 2).
3. Morphological development: rose (1 option), pidybravsya (2 option).

ANALIZ
diagnostic dictation class 6
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teacher

LITERACY

grammatical zavdannya
"5" "4" "3" "2" The quality of knowledge

ORPHOGRAPHIC COMMUNICATIONS

punctuation of pardons

Zayva coma
Name of the pardon Number of scholars
Pardons in the box behind the warehouse
Pomki in the morphological analysis of the word

Pardons in the scheme of the proposition


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dzvinka silence

Piznyo autumnal area with leaves of trees. The fox will become quiet and we will see through. I love at the time of setting up a svitanka for some kind of galavin. I’ll be quiet with Rankova. The knock of a whip heart is deaf and dull, like a hammer blow on the covering surface. Ale through the hilinu to extinguish the tsi blows, the dumb be erasing3 quietly. The first rapt is unsupported by a chuєsh yakis squeak.
"Day, day ..." - sounded in the bowels of the most popular yalini. "Day, day ..." - was seen from the middle sucker. And the silence disappeared, it roared.
Shchyos collapsed in the black paws of the veletnya-tree. Having wondered і after giving a little birdie. I don’t mind: a titmouse, but an unbearable spouse of our fox. Until then, dobrikh pivgodini, and the birds already gave their voices.
(123 words.) (For V. Stepanova.)
grammatical zavdannya

1. Vipisati bunnies from 1 paragraph (1 option), from 3 paragraph (2 option) and specify the category.
And fortunately, silent3 before, ringing in the vuhah with a thin sound. (1 option). Ale, through the chillin, die out the tsi hit, the dumb bee erasing3 is quiet. (Option 2).
3. Morphological design: movable (1 version), erased (2 version).
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Symphony of lita, shho mina

Duzhe quickly fly last days outgoing 3 litas. On the puddles you can punch the summers that are gathered3 in the game and get ready for the flight. Tilki vrіdka smells like you in revealing the aroma of the last lіtnіkh kіtіv, so low and beautiful. It’s easy to build up when nature has no power to zmusiti їkh close up the peels for the winter.
The dawn is affectionately marveling at the oksamitic bilosnizhni hmari, but the smile can’t take away the earth as it is. The boards have become frequent guests. Ptahi yakis marvelous: sleep, shout. Tilki before the evening will calm down, the voices of їkh become quieter. I don’t feel too much toads. Lishe will whistle with a symphony of farewell to litom. Thank you, summer, for all the joy you gave us. Hello, golden autumn! (125 words)
grammatical zavdannya

1. Vipisati bunnies from 1 paragraph (1 option), from 2 paragraph (2 option) and specify the category.
2. Syntactic analysis of the proposition: On the pockets, you can bach a lot of leleks, which can be picked up in the game and ready to go. (1 option).
Oh, the little birds, now no longer look like birds, spend their rest training before the polot. (Option 2).
3. Morphological design: mine (1 option), which is selected (2 option).

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forest lakes

Passing kryz khashi and netri, little river Tsia, like a namist, string on itself a dozen of great and small fox lakes. I have a special landscape for my skin.
Mikhaylovske is a wide and blue space. Lake Pleshkova lies in a flat round part, in green, green shores, edged3 with kamish thickets. 4 Take a pike and perch. The most beautiful lake - Dudince - is turned into a more natural, resinous infusion of the surrounding pine forests, latatyam udovzh of the crisp islands.
The skin lake can tell you about the Ribal luck, about the stupid Shid and Zahid, about the little things in the little prolonged khatintsi, about the quiet joy of the incredible bootty.
From the sleepy shores to raise the torn claps of the fog. With light porosity, carry it to the side, until swampy thickets of willows and willows. There, numb and full of cold, I was transformed into sutsilny milk.
(124 words.) (For O. Larina.)
grammatical zavdannya

1. Viconati razbir behind the warehouse of slavs: passing, drimotnyh, prodimlena (1 option), nesting, ribal, swampy (2 options).
2. Syntactic analysis of the proposition:
Lake Pleshkova lies in a flat round part, in green, green shores, edged with undergrowths. (1 option).
There, numb and full of cold, it was transformed into sutsilny milk. (Option 2).
3. Morphological design: edged (1 option), otochuyut (2 option).

ANALIZ
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teacher
Number of scholars for the list - chol.
A number of scientists, which were sent to the robot - chol.

LITERACY
"5" "4" "3" "2" The quality of knowledge

grammatical zavdannya
"5" "4" "3" "2" The quality of knowledge

ORPHOGRAPHIC COMMUNICATIONS
Name by spells Number Name by spelling Number

punctuation of pardons
Name of the pardon Number of scholars
Coma in the river single members
Rozdіlovі signs in folding speech
Zayva coma
HONORIES In grammatical zavdannya
Name of the pardon Number of scholars
Not all bunnies wrote
Inappropriately, the number of bunnies was assigned
Pardons at the designated parts of movi
Pardons at the designated members of the rechennya
Pardons in the scheme of the proposition
Pardons in the characteristics of the proposition
Pardons in the box behind the warehouse


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companion

More than once in the boarding days, I spasmed a little bird with a red breast and the same shy one. Vaughn is called a robin and is no larger than a titmouse, with such thin legs and a dziobik. Vіdshukush in frequent dіbnolіssі ostnі wormheads pіdosichniki, and there are close to spinning. Zupinishis marvel at her, and the bird may be spastigaє to you, to sit in the second-two meters and the head from one side on the іnshiy crossover.
And as if once, picking up the peas on the overgrown 3 leaf and willow trees, I know my old mate, I saw.
Axle out, in what right! The weather is gloomy, as soon as the boards have grown. The comaxes were hammered against a blade of grass and a leaf litter. Well I go and kick it with my feet, wriggle to break and show it to myself. The axis of the robin і go to me with the cinnamon ones: catch the lump and the flow to your birdie.
(141 words.) (For N. Pashkov.)
grammatical zavdannya

1. Vipisati service words from 1 paragraph (1 option), 3 paragraph (2 option).
2. Syntactic analysis of the proposition:
Krasnogrudka is big on the ground and sklyovu from blades of grass, crushed by my feet, a lump. (1 option).
And as if once, picking up the mountains to grow in leaves and willow trees, I know my old female companion. (Option 2).
3. Morphological growth: zbitich (1 version), overgrowth (2 version).

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osinny barvi

The beginning of autumn without any special primes. It’s just like a little bit of a dark day and a farbie everywhere. Ale to wonder at the green distance. The horizon is nibi vidsunutiy, all around it is more spacious, it has become lighter. "Autumn is clear lita", - subtly noted3 in folk calendar... For those who are clear and clean, as they do not rush into a new file now. Axis and the whole secret of the Christian days of the First Fall.
And then there are the purple and purple colors! I scho tsikavo, I make the stench appear on the lowest surface. Take, for example, a leaf of bone. A bit of green-and-green boules, and at the same time they swung around, the dummies were filled with a thick blush. To put a dispute over, to creep on the knots with a picturesque canvas, and on the dot it is rough, rough. Osinni open, hanging on stumps in the middle of yellowed 3 ferns, pile up in handfuls. 4 Rise up to see! Lіtnі species of mushrooms to descend. Now, all the more often they eat tight deciduous trees in cats: mushrooms, wines, rizhiki and piznі white.
(140 words) (For A. Strizhov.)
grammatical zavdannya

1. Vipisati service words from 1 paragraph (1 version), from 2 paragraph (2 version).
2. Syntactic analysis of the proposition:
Osinnі open, hung on stumps in the middle of pozhovkliy ferns, piled up with purchases. (1 option).
Now, all the more often they eat tight deciduous trees in cats: milk mushrooms, vovnyanki, rizhiki and piznі bіli. (Option 2).
3. Morphological definition: marked (1 option), pozhovklikh (2 option).

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Go to the lake

There was an early sleepy wound, in the buds there was a whistle, a clatter, a super-stream of sizzling 3 birds. Torn claps of fog were thrown across the sleepy shores. With light pores, the wind blew away from the bik, to the swampy thickets of willows and willows. There, numb and full of cold, the wine was transformed into succinic milk. 4 Ale sun was taking away all the food, turning a light pamoroz. The mist in the giblets rose. The bearers, illuminated by the sun, appeared in the obscure Chaklunsky dimka. 4
It is easy to detect a sob, a podorozhniy, zenzilennogo, covered with unwanted mosquitoes, like a long delirium over tayzi, bruising legs, falling into a hitky moss. Ale the soul of yogo is turned pragmatically forward, to the lake. Kryz broke up overgrowths with raptom blisto blakitnoy vodi. And behind it there is a wide expanse, cut by 3 large combs. Tilki todi vin vidchu, how great is the soul of the lake and the strength of its hardness. A landscape without water and dead. Skіlki evolve i perekonuvavsya in the whole! Having looked into the lake and nemov, viprostavsya, pidbadorivsya.
(142 words.) (For O. Larina.)
grammatical zavdannya

1. Vipisati heralds from 1 paragraph (1 option), from 2 paragraph (2 options) and specify the rank for the values.
2. Syntactic analysis of the proposition:
There, numbing and chilling cold, the wine was transformed into sutsilny milk. (1 option).
Take care, illuminated by the sun, sank into an obscure Chaklun serpentine. (Option 2).
3. Morphological development: prokidayutsya (1 option), porizane (2 options).

ANALIZ
diagnostic dictation grade 8
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teacher
Number of scholars for the list - chol.
A number of scientists, which were sent to the robot - chol.

LITERACY
"5" "4" "3" "2" The quality of knowledge

grammatical zavdannya
"5" "4" "3" "2" The quality of knowledge

ORPHOGRAPHIC COMMUNICATIONS
Name by spells Number Name by spelling Number

punctuation of pardons
Name of the pardon Number of scholars
Coma with single members
Rozdіlovі signs in folding speech
Viznachennya viznachennya, vyrazhennyh turnover
Vidokremleniya obstavina, bend dislivnikovymi turnover
Zayva coma
HONORIES In grammatical zavdannya
Name of the pardon Number of scholars
Pardons at the visnasnі service words or attendants
Pardons in the morphological selection of the sacrament
Pardons at the designated parts of movi
Pardons at the designated members of the rechennya
Pardons in the scheme of the proposition
Pardons in the characteristics of the proposition


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Burn bagatta gorobini chervonoi

Kruzhlya Riznobarvna Blizzard. Shaved autumn trees picking up, throwing on the road, carrying in rychki and kalyuzhi, nemov mamagayuchis snake yaskrav fun farbah. Cold shit. Ні-ні that th cover the grass with a saw. True, good and warm days are seen. First, to be built, but once again the lito turned. Ale is not nadovgo. The I axis knows a small cold board, a low leaden sky, farewell cries migratory birds.
On a skin day, the clearing of the old lis. Vtrachaє win his privacy, admitting to the earth a rosy ubir. I todi fire on the fox galyavins of Gorobinov's bagatty. Dovgo there will be a stench that burns, they will thrash to their cold half-minds, as long as the gallows and sprints of blackbirds do not fall on them.
Oshatna hump from spring to autumn. Hanging light-zhovtі, even more fluffy caps of kvіtіv embellish the whole tree with an openwork crown. "Why openwork?" - power it up. To be delighted with respect. Openwork timid leaves. Isn't it true, to be built up, what is it, throwing plexus over the back of the plexus? Let’s remember to pick up the berries on the hips, melting orange and yellow on a skin day. Poki nareshti do not sleep Gorobinovy ​​bagattya.
(161 words.) (For T. Horoviy.)
Diagnostic dictation for grade 9
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Laviruchi in the middle of a dense outline, the єger ruled "Viterets" to the high-end fossil misu. Vіn vymknuv the motor, і nіs chovna softly poking into the mud. The bridle of the swampy shore was growing young birch and osik, they interceded with a gloomy taiga. Stovburi deyakie osik bully pogrizenі hares mayzhe doschetu.
Blessed, the dreamy warmth fell to the ground. Everything navkolo boomed great, simply and hopefully, and in the silence of the chuloya it was to wipe the heart. Ale the axis here at Gushchavina a gilka crunched, a jay screamed angrily, and a voice passed on to the fools. With a typewritten knock, a woodpecker, scrabbling in the needles of a bilka, and immediately became aware of it ...
The stitch, according to yak mi yshli, the bullet is embedded with a drubby chmiz, edged with juicy malachite moss. Let us suffocate the coniferous nastіy with the gloom of the majors above us, dizzy with the smell of disgraced and have already fermented the leaves. Pidosichniki, vovnyanki, butterflies were looking at them with dry balls of yalin chervonila lingonberry. On the way, picking up mushrooms, the foxes cleaned all the leaves and carefully, so that no droplets were thrown, they nailed trees on the ground - approximately at the height of human growth. Yak hungry bilka will be charged, it means, she has dried sweetness.
(167 words) (For O. Larin.)
Diagnostic dictation for grade 9
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Lіsovі pozhezhі

Pozhezhi on Pivnochi were rampant, if in the heat of the storms and half of the virus, they wandered around. Most often the lower parts were trawled. Dry grass and moss burned, and half a meter of ice hung down. Ale skіlki will not be missed for the fox, bringing such a fire!
Ginuli coniferous pіdrіst, chagarniki, scho go to the surface of root trees. Often the lower ones are pozhezha deyav yak crayfish pukhlina, yak mina upovilnenoi deiya. The names of those who didn’t know were not smart, but for the sake of the strength of the tree, they couldn’t repair the hordes of beetles and insects of uncleanness, as many of them crackled into the woods of the village.
Why is it possible to lose it, to create living nature by one innocent tourist at first glance? I think math is powerless here. Surely, it is possible to spend hectares of green forest, part of the poorest robots. Would you like to go to such a calculation to bend creatures, birds, roslini?
A lot of money, morally and materially, just non-transferring, I can't go to one accountant’s house, in the same way, as it’s not transferred to a fossil burner, a loot, a gamer.
My companions mayzhe finished the rank order. They were guilty of denunciations, they caught up in the languor of prosperity and complacency.
(166 words) (For O. Larin.)


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hump

Gorobina is one of the favorite trees among the people. Not for nothing її I call RYABINUSHKA. It is not only on the fox halavins, but in the forest it is possible to create a tree. Sitting down yogo bіlya budinkіv, uzdovzh dorіg.
Gorobina is zvichana - a string of wood up to fifteen meters high with a smooth gray bark. The growth of the won along the forest nodes, in the forest, in another tier of leaves. Gorobina is unwavering to runts and is not afraid of frost. The axis is only light enough to love. Razvite on virubki in the middle of young shoots, you can grow a lot of hazelnuts. A little bit of growth of a tree, or of a red pea grove in the middle of them. There is little light, the axis is bent.
The fruit of the mountain beetle, which among the people sounds like berries and apples, is not only beautiful, but rather brown. The stench is widely used in folk medicine. The fruit of the gorobin is the price of vitamina sirovina. They are especially rich in malic and citric acid.
Gorobin is referred to the family of pink flowers. Rid gorobins are common trees, or great chagarniks, which grow on all the trees of our land. Smell the stench no worse than a high one, from ten to twenty five meters.
Rizni for bookings and quotations of the town. Bili, light-zhovti or chervonuvati, the stench is taken in the great sutsvittya. And until autumn, the stench will be transformed into a great range of orange-red, purple, and some bluish colors.
(190 words) (For T. Horoviy.)

Diagnostic dictation for grade 10
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Autumn time

In the spring of autumn, come to the fools and the steppe of the Russian Rivne. This is the moment when we lie in the middle of the coniferous taiga for the day, and we sound like a middling haze. In nature, there is a mute food and lusciousness in logical paths, for evil days and suvorosti is a hedgehog. Vona is modest and charming, її farbi meats, smells subtle.
Inodі Veresnya razpotchinaє to be planks here. The stench of low chmur is lingering, monotonous. Nearly dark and boring. At Veresnі vrance, weed grass sivіut from іneu.
It is often time to come to the other half of the month, as the people call "babinim litom". At "babin lito" nature began to wake up and awaken to knowledge. I know the bloom of raspberries, sunitsya, bird cherry, shipshina. Flies and jmels will cheer, and a fertile hare, which would go against the laws of nature, will chew the little ones. People call tsikh rabbits "deciduous".
The hour is gone. Kruzhlyaє gold leafy khurtovina. Ptahi crush for pivden. The shoals of cranes and geese are flowing even higher. Flip-flops, finches, shpaki fly lower - chmara.
It’s three months in the middle of a smoothie, then in Siberia it’s two or three. Already in serpents come here autumn, and in zhovtni lyaga snig. Especially autumn in Yakutia. There are three main farbi: blanching of the sky, gold of crowns and red colors of stovburiv trees. Siberia is the land of lisiv. Їх hushkantsі get ready until the next and suvoroi zimi.
(190 words)
Diagnostic dictation for grade 10
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Autumn in Siberia

heather - Osinniy Mysyats, Ale vin zovsim is not the same on Uzbek The icy ocean and on private.
Autumn to repair in the Arctic in the vastness of Siberia. Along the slanting walks of the pine tree, the wormweed, the orange, half-hearted half-mongers were slapped by the Farbi of the Osinnyo Tundri. A chain of cobs of polar autumn. Here it is now in summer month- crescent. Until spring, tundra vitsvita, burin. Mitsnі nіchnі frosts shooplyuyut the seeped vologo soil. Sleeping is sizzling more and more often, until the end of the month of tundra bilin.
Sibir is the land of lisiv. Їх hushkantsі get ready for the next and suvoroy winter. Vedmіd shukak barlіg, borsuk to clean the burrow, bіlki and chipmunks to roam stocks of mushrooms, berries, gorіkhіv. At the same time weasel, ermine, arctic fox, fox and іnshі khutrovі zvіrі shedding and dressing up in beautiful winter fur coats.
The Distant Descent has its own autumn. Lito here often sire. Then the autumn is quiet, warm and clear. tse finest hour rock bilya beregiv The Pacific... Program the Japanese sea with a bottomless blakittyu. Farbi distant autumn non-samovity, fermenting red-red color, to the very horizon stretch half-fading hills.
The steppes have grown out of the woods, and the whole lot of roses have grown. Ale podekudi protected the primordial tsilina. There, under the dark, blaky, speculative sky, there is a faintness and a little bit of thickets.
The axis is so autumn, repairing its course along the edge, until the middle of the day will conquer all the expanses.
(190 words)

Diagnostic dictation for grade 10
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Krishtalevy pagorb

The siri sutsilny hmari covered the whole sky. Fox, to reach out for the rychka, making itself dark. Liche de-not-de-krіz sutsilnuyu blackness to pull the bіlі strings - stovburi birіz.
I went to the well-known pagorba and from the unsuccessful zupinilas. Vlіtku tsey pagorb, gently sloping graffiti zbіgє to the rychka, zdavasya koslatim, overgrown with tall fluffy roslin. Invisible apartments are selected in the township. They often pull their fingers between them, guessing, so we see: "pivnik" or "chicken".
Infection, piznyo autumn, voloti, zychayno, flew around. Ale on pozhovklih stalks instead of them were sacrificed by kryshtalevі namistinki. The stalks were so і sagged under the wagon. Hello, blow the wind, and the lower flight.
Perhaps, the price of this is divovizhni? I tried zirvati roselin, the alemistines were secretly burnt. I got stuck in my hands like a stalk of a stalk with thin, chewy little beads in the sides of the mustache.
I zirvala one more growth. Tilki is now safe. I, like a buvalo vlіtku with mіtylki, pulled yogo mіzh with her fingers. Namisto was innocently wandered. And my fingers became wet. Namisto from vodi bouly. The fog is chimeric on the stems.
The axis on the yaky kryshtaleviy pagorb brought me natrapiti in a tedious price, a sum of wounds. Vyavlyayetsya, to visit such a bleak day around us without divine, simple Cossack speeches.
(190 words) (For O. Harsh.)
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heather

On a fine day, screeching blizzards flicker over the dark grasses, tremulous knocking grandmothers. Visiting birds with farewell songs. Especially vociferous shpaki, sleepy in the old days. Young wagtails swept in the distance. Soon, the sky was filled with shouts of cranes.
In front of me, there will be more fair days, if nature is inadvertently generous with warmth and affection. For the tough scoundrel - the warmth of the "woman's lita". The golden sheaves of exchanges turn to the Central Russian expanses not only the privy smiles of the houses, but the evanescent pictures of the birds, the merchants, the chimeras of the dark, the graciousness of the light waters.
Veresen - it's time to rock the rock! Stock up on paper and olives, need to sleep in the fields, bows, to the river, so do not miss out on the knowledge about the best new innovations.
The stubble is old and tattered with a thin seam of pavuk_v-tenetn_ki. And on the winter wedge - the smaragd of the clearest green: go farther, giving the child some lilovs.
In the lisі nytsіkavіshe veresneve phenomenon - an ear of leaf fall. At the heather, elm, bird cherry and linden can be dispersed with the molten beauty. Wait a minute, on the swiftness of the fall foliage is also infused with the mass, ground water, the specialties of the soil and, in a great way, in the trees.
Take a look at the flowerbed. How is the stench of the autumn? It looks like all the beauty. Let’s stand proudly, and before that, it’s charming, malovnichi. Especially the look of the densely-chervony cannies, which turn the taut stems, delight. Om stand unfading until the very frost.
(202 words.) (For A. Strizhov.)

Diagnostic dictation for grade 11
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Sound barometer

Zhovtin taiga, autumn is approaching. In the cedar cones ripened, poured with bitter oil, cranberries turn red to the cherry color. Here and there you can see violets, oranges, siri syroizhki. Often it is done, it is dumb sewn into green moss, crimson rizhiki.
Having typed a new cat mushroom, go to the virus. Having chosen a tree hemp, sleep it off. Sit down quietly, quietly, tamniche. Lіs burn at unquenchable in the flames, at the beginning of the day rosefarbovaniya in yaskravі, veselkovі barvi. Raptom zboku sherekh.
First, do not rise in front of me, there is a great little animal - burunduchishka.
The tail of a new, yorzhisty, on the back of a five-year-old boy. And the drooping black hudziki of the eyes are framed by the lighted rings, as there is the enemy, there is no zombie in the eyepieces.
Seemingly, the chipmunk klopitlivy, tsіkaviy i, like nіkhto іnshy from the wild kingdom of the taiga, dovіrlivy to the people. The axis і now, having twisted, nіzh like a goat, win yak bi in podivі marveled at me, holed up on the deadwood. Twist and twist in one minute. Zamir with a stove, standing, hitting on the side for a few times, another і, nemov shkoduyuchi forgiven, crying. Summarily tugged sounds, which were seen as a sound, brilliantly made a quiet, lamentable cry. Well, when the burunduchka wagged me, it wasn’t like any mountain, but weep to cry on a crooked man.
If the chipmunk is already shouting in taizi, then obov'yazkovo check the villains. I, however, until the evening the sky was covered with chmaras, after the lingering osinn_y boards.
(203 words.) (For P. Stefarova.)
Diagnostic dictation for grade 11
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fox noise

Stepovy winds silently swing with lungs, like a pavutinka, a little bitch, prick the grass to the ground with shovkovy grass and quickly rush the distance. With a shining style, it’s growing on the walls. The trees are amicably splitting the heads, nemov, holding hands, razgoyuyut tops and gnarly hissing with a dermal dandruff.
Try to listen, if you change your mind, how can you make noise in a funny way - with your skinny voice.
The pine forest is noisy, like a pensive whistle on the ice. The voice of a leafy fox is marvelously similar to the noise of a girskaya rychka from її dzyurchans, the distant ringing of three sensitive tones and soundless sounds, angry in the out-of-the-way choir. Moving all the saxaulova to the lesser kestrel, letting the leaves and needles. The stench calls not to make noise on a strong wind, but only to rustle weakly, as the winter woods are called through the freezing cold in the frost with woody voices, as if the meaning of a word is plausible.
Whoever brought them to sleep on the snowy peaks, in the middle of barvy alpine meadows, close to the overgrowth of polar birches to the depths of all, that memory, as at night the ice sensitively hiss like a snake chain of dwarf forests on

Diagnostic dictation for grade 11
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iguana

A giant village lizard - green iguana - to be seen along the banks of a numerical tributary of the Amazon and in the mangrove thickets of Guiana and Brazil. Especially rich in iguan bagak on other islands Atlantic Uzbek.
Iguana, at the first glance, viroblyaєs irritating hostility. Chotirigranny head, sitting on a short comrade, decorated with dark swarths green back, bridle like an uneven tooth comb stretches, indulgent, similar to a bear, a crease of a cinch, no robustness under the breasts, and a sideways However, for the Indians of Iguana, it is wonderful zdobich. Meat is fond of delicacies, and boiled eggs, meat, yak butter are loved by fondles.
Innocent Indians fall in love with Iguan with a towel for the help of specially trained dogs. Ale catching іguans behind the help of the loop is screwed up more and gets involved in sports.
The іguani growls with dewweed, the heads of the leaves and the fruits of the trees. To spend most of the life of the Iguni on the trees, I want to be able to swim and live beautifully. When they are close, they shoot off the water.
In the Iguan Veresna female, go to the top of the rychok and lay eggs in the coastal sand or dunes. The dermal female comes in from fifteen to twenty eggs. One part of females lay eggs in one hole. To serve as an incubator. Scho vilupilis ditinchata zalishayutsya without any sight and virostayut absolutely independent.
(200 words) (For O. Linnik.)

Diagnostic dictation for grade 11
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the voices of the trees

Autumn gospodaruvala in fox. Leaving the trees from the dots of the cold spirit, it danced in a mustache of hot colors: lemon-zhovty, golden, purple, orange.
I will do it on ice-washed stitch, we will scorch the leaves with sprinkling. Vona looped through the oak-veletniv. Raptom I felt a fat blunder - me to nig podkotivsya tovsty, pot-bellied acorn-healthy. I paid yo and poklav to the valley. An important, energetic little piece of the flesh of a rich tree, wine, like a mirror, picking up the spikes of a mild autumnal dream. Nemov like a monstrous і right maister replenishing him і lovingly covering it with varnish. Ale meister, as it can be seen, did not lose the satisfaction with the right of his hands and made a healthy card of droplets, coquettishly nabakir.
At the dvinki quietness of the forest, the yak was ruined by the clatter of the woodpecker, and the beeping poured from the head to the head of the birds, the dry sound of the acorn fell into the rushnichny building. Day and night in the woods there are sensitive sounds - zholuds fall all over the place from oaks, old people, siliceous and mudriks.
The acorns fell gently into the snow, and the canopies, if the winter was going to melt the hot sleeping quarters, the stench would sprout, for the first time left to warmth and light green spring leaves.

Try to listen, if you change your mind, how the trees make noise in a fashionable way, skin out of them loosen up in their own way.
The axis on the wide street of the steppe village grows along the middle of the poplar and birch. The weather is already clear in the street, but still more and more I can see here at the nooks and crannies of the road saw and not, like snowy snow, on the asphalt highway. A birch tree on a fresh wind, you wander, rozmakhuyuchi with soft hairs, yak patla rozpatlanih hairs.
And the order of the paramidal poplar, the whole of straightening up the hill, breaking the ice with our own jaws, and the chance to hit it on the great rose, is demanded by a lot of people who have grown stronger. I only if you want to turn around and with your back - only to pump the tops of the proud poplars and turn your leaves with the light bottom of the mountain. They call not those who are balakucha birch, ready for any kind of wrinkle and noise.
Well, and about the ossicle of the skin, which is the most balakuchy tree in the fox. There are three leaves and a little bit of it, if there is a bit of malium, the leaf should not collapse near some solid trees.
Garni in his own voice of all trees. And for less sweet of all the forest roses, the noise of a pine forest. Ymovirno, moreover, all the dignity passed with him on behalf of him.
(200 words) (For M. Zvurev.)

"Spelling in prefixes and roots of words". Go to the lake.

Rankova dawns little by little flare up. Soon, you will be able to poke around like bare tree tops and gild the blisky mirror of the lake. And not far away there is a bigger lake, a chimeric form and color: the water in Nyu is not blaky, not green, not dark, but borax. It seems that this specific type of scene is explained by the peculiarities of the storage of the ground, the ball which whistles the bottom of the lake. The offense at the lake was called Borovikh Lakes, as in the early days they baptized their old-timers of the local community. And on the first stage of the Borovikh Lakes, huge swamps stretch out. There are many large lakes, overgrowing for ten years.

At the very early hour of the miraculous golden autumn rush to the lake from another name - trash the lake. We had a long time ago, before the day, and began to get ready for the road. For the joy of the watchman, after settling us, we took waterproof raincoats, Mislivska chobots-bogs, prepared the road for the road, so it wouldn’t take an hour to make a bagatty, and demolished on the road.

For two years we made our way to the lake, wandering as we walked. At the price of overnatural forces, they poured overgrowths of such a small and thorny dewline, instead of some rotten ones, and in front of them appeared sharp. When we did not reach the fossil hillock, we fell into an overgrowth of a convoy, and the correct leaf, at the outset by an unidentified maister, who gave it a geometrically precise shape, rustled at our faces.

In the cichs, the zargos stretched out for a while, they were calm. Let your head go, and over you rustle the tops of the pines, climb into the dark-blaky sky, for which it is not important to collapse, but a semi-airy gloom, do not sit. Having rescued the middle of the convoy, I knew the shukati taєmniche lake. Roztashovane here, there is a dense growth of high grass.


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Correctly Razstavte voices іkonopis іskra witcherpati flounder kata log quarter ... Test ... At any word, a voice falls on the first warehouse ...

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Spread out your voices.
Asimetry, distribution, banti, blagovist, bombarduvati, scraps, virospovidannya, gas pipeline, corrugation, grinki, dispensary, dosita, agreement, vidobutok, pole, dogma, drimota, blinds, sign

Vipishit words, in which the voices in front of the letter e vimovlyaєte firmly.
Antithesis, barones, academy, parcel, brunet, benefit, barter, steak, sandwich, decade, detective, decoration, demobilization, defect, defect, index, inert, intelligence, clarinet, square,

Confirm the given names in the form rid. n. pl. numbers.
Bananis, lemon, apple, oranges, pomidori, tangerines, grinki, tomato, waffles, eggplant, macaroni, Bashkiri, Bulgarians, Buryatia, Georgians, Ossetians, Romani, Kyrgyz, Kazakhs, Uzbeks, Tajiks, Yakuti, tour

Take over the words and insert the missing letters.
Swallow, wikklad, transform_tit, v_leke, inheritance. rast_rzhenie; unit_n_chny, close_plain, get carried away, ud_vі-valniy, under_lіt. When there are single-root cases, slid n

Insert the missing letters, changing the words.
The ensign is developing; promiscuity develops; old age of our place; st_liv product warehouse; to think about help; mind_make merit; pay tribute; to seal concrete; enlightened monarchy; life, n

Full-voiced and unvoiced voices in the roots
The Russian movement has a lot of slips, de voices in the roots can not be reconverted with a strong position, so it is unhealthy to change the butt, in which the voice is standing in a voiceless voice: chobit, sokira, vinegret. V

What is the meaning of the word dust in hovering texts?
a) The stinks were holed up on horses; Black gunpowder pulls up to the sky, Borzi horses fight with them. (O. Pushkin) b) Boris: Ale Dmitro is dead! Win dust! Sumnіvіv is dumb! (A.K. Tolstoy) vocabulary

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1. Insert non-voiced voices: int_lllect, opt_m_zm, v_teran, man_fest, or_gіnalniy, un_v_rsitet; f_ntaz_ya, appl_dismenti, aqu_rel, ant_go-nizm, k_nfl_kt, progn_

Spelling in the roots of words. "
1. I write in the roots of words i: circus, figure, shell; крім: Tsigan navshpinkah curly chirping: "Quote!" 2. Whisper - whispers, motuzka - linva, ale chocolate - chocolate. (In to

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Healthy dictation.
1) Little by little, the dawn flares up, sticks out like bare tops of trees, grows here nearby, stands on the first side of New York, grows for ten years.

Write down the words (for topics 1-2) for a dictation.
Soak the jam in a pear, whisk it around the bend, take a miraculous position, smooth out the uneven edge, get attached to the celebration of the celebration, with a fearless circus performer, did not contradict

Are words to sound like sounds?
tsibulya - hatch - style - becoming - meadow - tsibulya - languid - dark - 8. Suspend the word, and all the voiced sounds are dzvinki.

Control dictation from the Ukrainian language 10 - 11 class

Wonderful days

Voropaev, having entered Bucharest, did not heal early, as it was in the battle for Chisinau. Day buv yaskraviy i, mabut, trokhi is windy. We flew at the place on a tank with distributors and then lost one. Vlasne it seems, you would like to lie in the hospital, ale hiba, in the day I will enter into a slid of beads, boiling over to a place? I didn’t leave until late night, but all the criminals in the streets, entering into a rage, explaining that, simply without tears, the kimos were hugged, and the Chisinau wound was tightening, as if the villains were charming.

And a wound has come, vipadkovo otrimana painting of Bucharest, if you want and bullet left for the front, ale healed indiscriminately, even to the very Sophia.

Ale if win, spiraling to the club, we go from the headquarters bus to the square in the center of the Bulgarian capital, and do not check, leave it to cover, and become encompassing and consuming all of them, having consumed all of them, in the early days. The ice was trimmed on my feet, my head was already wrapped, and my fingers were cold - until I had been absorbed through the day, more in years on the squares, in the barracks, and to navigate from the pulpit of the church, bringing in the additions on my hands. Winning talking about Russia and words, there was no less than a thousand rockets.

Silence came, a little bit of tilka, like pirhali and chewed horses and chrippy dances. Here a seagull wept and the moon squeaked and the bekas squeaked, but they came to wonder if the guests didn’t miss it.

Yuras, zakhayuchis in the specs, who especially saw the message, escaped to the point and looked around the scene. Having defeated the winners of those same who bachiv until noon: plain, pagorbi, sky, lilovy distant. Tilki pagorbi stood nearer, she didn’t bully, yaka had gone far behind. Znichev'ya Yuras is evil in the sound of the skripal, he heard it in the kulats until he heard it, like that grave on his violin. If she picked up the music, she chased after NATO, the snowstorms, came to the water, and I didn’t remember it myself, as if I had come to know the chaise.

Unsubstantiated quiet spiv. The song, quiet, viscous and languid, is similar to crying and ice is rumbled by the ear, hanging either right-handed, now hand-handed, now from above, now from above the earth, as if an invisible spirit was hovering over the steppe and sleeping. Yuras looked around at all the sides and not the minds, the stars were wonderful. Then again, if he heard it, you began to feel good, as the grass was chopping off. At her own soul, it seemed to be bent, without tears, a little pitifully, and it was overwhelmingly overwhelming, but it was not guilty in any way, but the sun was burning daredevilly; she started singing, she desperately wants to live, she is young and I am baked, because it’s not baked and not dry. Guilty not bulo, Ale Vona nevertheless asked for forgiveness from kogos and swore that it was unbearably painful, in total and Skoda to herself. (For A.P. Chekhov) (241 words)

Often ascending with sawed sewing behind the falling leaves, then ominous that incomprehensible part of the second, if the leaf appears from the wall and begins to fall to the ground. I read in the old books about those, like the ball of falling leaves, but I didn’t feel the sound. The rustle of the leaves in the morning, making me the same namey, like rozpovid about those that are hanging sensitively, like the grass sprouting.

I’m wrong. You will need an hour, your hearing, dullness to the screeching of the city streets, and sometimes you will see and listen to even more clean and accurate sounds of the earth.

There are ossinny nights, deafening and nimi, if the calmness of the war is over the black fossil edge.

Bula taka nіch. Likhtar visvitlyuvav a well, an old maple in a parkan and rozpatlaniy vіtrom kushch nasturtsії.

I marveled at the maple and staggered, as carefully and every once in a while a red leaf rises out of the head, cringing, one mite zupinivaya in the twilight and obliquely falling to my nig, three of them are scorched and hunted. Ahead, I felt the rustle of a falling arkush - an indistinct sound similar to a child's whisper.

not without a profession

In the chase behind the picturesque shots of the photograph and the film operator, they often cross over between the clever rizyka.

Chi is not unsatisfactory, ale mayzhe is not merciful in nature. It is not infallible to know levs, and even more infallibly to tigers. It is impossible to say in advance, as if you would lead yourself to a strong witness, in spite of the far-flung manifestations, even a crumbling beast. In the Caucasus, I broke the rule at home: climb up the hill, the witch went with the wedges. Rozrakhunok buv on those who are moving, autumn and mothers are not so jealous of the offspring. Ale, I have mercy ... With the onslaught of the camera, the yaka showed two little ones, dormant here, close to my mother, rushed to me, yak a torpedo. I am mindful: in any case, it is impossible to big - the zombie rushes along. At the moment, the cholovik lost the witness with a pantelel: there was a rapt, she gagged and, sawnily marveled at me, rushed after the baby.

Knowing the beasts, the demand, in the first place, the nobility's habits and, in a different way, do not creep into being born. All creatures, krіm hіba scho shatunіv-vedmedіv, pragnut the unique creatures with people. Analyze all the unhappiness, bachish: the safety of the people provoked the attack of the animal.

For a long time, they have invented teleob'yktivi, who know the creatures, which do not lash out and do not rush to attack, most often - to be attacked. Until then, non-luscious creatures, who do not care about your presence, behave naturally. There are a lot of different shots in terms of knowledge and patience, distance intelligence, it’s not reasonable and it’s not safe to navigate.

Go to the lake

Rankova dawns little by little flare up. Soon, you will be able to poke around like bare tree tops and gild the blisky mirror of the lake. And not far away there is a bigger lake, a chimeric form and color: the water in new is not blaky, not green, not dark, but borax. It seems that this specific type of lakes can be explained by the peculiarities of the storage of the sandy soil, the ball which whitewashed the bottom of the lake. And on the first stage of the Borovikh Lakes, huge swamps stretch out. There are many large lakes, overgrowing for ten years.

At the very early hour of the miraculous golden autumn rush to the lake from another name - trash the lake. We had a long time ago, before the day, and began to get ready for the road. For the joy of the watchman, after settling us, we took waterproof raincoats, Mislivska chobots-bogs, prepared the road for the road, so it wouldn’t take an hour to make a bagatty, and demolished on the road.

For two years we made our way to the lake, wandering as we walked. At the price of overnatural forces, they poured overgrowths of such a small and thorny dewline, instead of some rotten ones, and in front of them appeared sharp. Before reaching the fossil hillock, we fell into an overgrowth of a conval, and the correct leaf, at first, an unidentified maister, who gave it a geometrically precise shape, snapped on our faces.

In the cichs, the zargos stretched out for a while, they were calm. Let your head go, and over you the tops of the pines rustle over you, how to creep into the blazing-blaky sky, for which it is not important to collapse, but a semi-airy gloom-do not sit down. Having rescued the middle of the convoy, I knew the shukati taєmniche lake. Roztashovane here, there is a dense growth of grass in front of us. (247 words)

Above natural zusilla, applied by heroes for a supplementary kind of road trip, bully is not big: visiting butti isn’t bad.

Ledva Chichikov, crouching down, stepping into the dark wide blue, the abiyak arrived, the cold suddenly smelled like a cold one. From the blue wine to the room, it may be dark, with the curtains drawn down, the light touching, not to go down from the steles, but hanging up to the stele from the wide cracks, where there is at the bottom of the door. Opening the doors, win nareshti, leaning in the lights and overwhelmed by the hostilities, they became desolate. As it was building, nibi in the booth was brought up by mittya pidlog and all the speeches they knew and heaped up the abiyak. On one table, standing to see the illusion of the style, and right there - the year-old from the pendulum, to which the pavuk has already attached the chimera to the pavut. Right there, standing sideways up to the wall of the chief with an old-fashioned medium, we could see the saw with a ball, karafki and weird Chinese porcelain, let's beat it. On the bureau, wicked in a charming mother-of-pearl mosaic, like a book in my hand, I had lost one more gingerbread, like glue; shkіryanіy palіturtsі with a worm, a lemon, all dried up, not more than a bit of wood, a pen of long-unused crystals, a cup with an unattractive liquid, three flies, covered with two leaves, On the completion of the strange interior, along the walls of the building, even more clearly and without a glimpse, a number of pictures appeared.

(For M. V. Gogol)

I guess from the unburned joy of my childish rock in an old-fashioned pansky booth in the middle of Russia.

Quiet, literally clear svitanok. The first prospect of a dream through the unconsciously made concessions to gild kachelna pich, svizhopofarbovan pidlogs, recently fabbed walls, wrapped in pictures on those children’s kazoks. Yak tilki shimmer on santsi farbi here did not grab! On the blue aphids, the princely princesses came to life, the horny prince, recognizing the sword, aspiring to the help of the kohan, the blakitty trees glimmered in the winter season, and the handrail opened the spring convoy. And behind the wind, a charming summer day is gaining strength.

At the end of the day, the dewyness of the early apartments, light and lower ones, grows dewy at the end of the day.

A low little buddy, hunched over, grows into the ground, and above him there is a yak and earlier violently quitnia of buzoks, as nibi will sprout up his blue-violet rozkishyu to gripe yo whack.

Along the narrow woods, balconies, also rotten from the hour and collapsing under their feet, descend and swim to the rostashovano near the booth.

Having bought up, mi lyagaєmo zashmagati not far from the thickets of the coastal line. Through the khvili-friend, snatch a spike of a thick foliage, growing on the right, closer to the nourishing spine, sitting on a magpie tree. Don't be fooled about it! I’ll rush to the ring of chirping, і, growing, step-by-step, the bird’s high-voiced bird reminiscent of the blooming garden.

Having replenished the baths, we turned back. Sklyana doors, which lead from terasi, prochineni. On the table in a simple clay potter there is a bunch of maysterno children who have not yet been released, but a hand, on a plain linen servette, a tarilka of honey, over what a golden good-to-be is.

It’s easy to get off the hook early! How can you remember to see happiness, how to see you in your childhood!

the best sanctuary

With the help of my dear friend's turbots, I took out from Russia a small box of Karelian birch, reminiscent of the earth. I am in love with people who love speeches, who do not feel embarrassed about them, and do not be afraid of crooked smiles. In youth, the price can be prodigious and intelligent: in youth we want to be self-singing, intelligent and savage - to show off to the image, to be able to show their faces, to stream the tremulous heart. Ale tyagar rokiv peremagє, and Suvor's vitriolism of the senses is not the most beautiful and the most beautiful. Axis like this at once, yak є, I’m ready і I can stand on a knee in front of the box in the Russian land and say out loud, do not be afraid of other people's vuh: "I love you, the earth, gave birth to me, and I recognize you my greatest sanctuary."

I am not at all skeptical of philosophy, at least some intelligent cosmopolitanism does not bother me if my sensitivity is clogged, for this is my love, but it is not ordered by reason and rosary.

The earth in the box was hung and transformed into bosoms with a drill saw. I sip її dbaylivo і carefully, so do not spread the gift on the table, and I think about those who, from all the speeches of the people, the earth is hungry and loving, and close.

Bo ti gunpowder - and turn to dust.

(For M.A. Osorgina)

the Rose

It’s early, it’s ice-cold, I turned around in the know-how with unhooked stitches. In the distance, indistinct and foggy, I could still see the picture of a native village. I walked on unmown grass, I saw that I was going to my house, left from ancient times, alley and earlier, to the pleasant and dear. I wanted to quickly start a family with a well-known street, old well, our palisade with jasmine bushes and a trojand.

That one, who is bored at my back, I uncomfortably close to the outskirts of the building, zupinivshis on the cob of the street. At the very edge of the village, there were old housewives standing, antirohi not changing from quiet feast, as I was staring. All the rocky, stretching out the bagatoh rockyv, where I didn’t give up the share, as it’s not far from being there, I’m always unconsciously carrying at my heart the image of a native house, as a memory of happiness and spring ...

Our booth! Win, yak and earlier, green leaves. True, there was a lot of flexibility here. At the center of the palisade, a great Troyandian forest has grown, on which there has been a growth of a small Trojand. The list of neglect, the Buryats intertwined on the flower beds and roads that grew into the ground, which had not been cleared and had not been pissed for a long time. The tree lattice is far from new;

The sprinkler took over a whole lot of kut kutnik, the nemov served as a background for the lower sludge-and-erysipelas. Ale the order with the speckled bullet of the Trojand, and not shou іnshe.

The rose rose in a good grass wound; if she opened her pellets, the rank dew dusted them with a sprinkle of wormholes, in which the sun was rattling. Rose seemed to be crying. Aleksei, everything boomed so miraculously, so clean and clear in the whole spring wounds ...

Behind the great booth, there was an old garden, which was also drowned out by bur'yan and chagarnik. I walked along the terrace, smart and beautiful; the edge of the glass doors is visible in the building of the room with the parquet floor, mabut, virtual; old piano, that on the walls of engravings in wide frames from a red tree - and more than nothing. From the number of daily quotes, from one family to another, from the grass, from the grass of their heads; along the road, vityagayuchi, growing one to one, young maples and knots grew, and even cows. alley, and far behind them the garden was cleared for the little pig, and there was no hovering here, the pavutin did not go into the mouth and in the eyes, the wind blew; chim dal in the light, in the space, and even grew in the vastness of cherries, plums, rosters of apples and pears, such a large one, but it’s not like pears. A part of the garden was rented by our mischievous tradesmen, and a sterling, from among villains and shpaks, a bad man who lives at the kuren's.

The garden, more and more growing, turning into a meadow, descending to the rivulet, is overgrown with greenery and verbolosis; Nearby rowing, bov pleso, glib and ribnium, angrily noisy was small mlyn with a straw, the toads croaked without self-help. On the water, smooth, like a mirror, a stake was walking, so the little lines were cuddled, worn by the merry ribbons. Quiet blakytny pleso vabiv to itself, ob_tsyayuchi cool and calm.

Zoryanka

Buvak, in the forest near a golden ore pine tree from a white pine tree vipade a knot. Go through the ric or two, and looking around at the little bird, the raspberry is a little bird of exactly the same color as the bark of a pine tree. And so fix the bird in the spring.

In an hour, or else, right here, following the bird, the miser will come and see the tree beaten in the cleansed evening dawn.

Ale the axis of the spider drift, hanging on the ground, the first punching signs of the dawn, the whistling of its signal. A raspberry appeared on a new one, a raspberry from a nest, and, striking from a knot to a knot, everything and everything, from above, also pushed the dawn and at the signal of the sleeping thrush received its signal. Myslyvets, slyly, feeling the signal of a thrush and bachiv, like a viletyla malinivka, win respecting, what a raspberry, a little bird, squeaked a dziobik, ale, okay squeaking, I just don’t feel the voice of a little bird.

The birds even glorified the dawn of the hill, the ale of the people, as they stood below, the dawn was not visible. It’s an hour - the dawn rose over the fox, mischievous: a little bitch a bird svіy dzhobik now vіdkryє, then zakryє. Tse malinіvka spіvaє, malinіvka praise the dawn, ale pisnі do not feel. Myslyvets, after all, is rosy in her own way, how the bird glorifies the dawn, and whoever knows it, through those who speak, glorify the dawn, and not glorify itself in front of people.

The I axis is important, well, as only people will glorify the dawn, and not glorify the dawn itself, so the spring of the people itself will be honored. All our help lovers, mischievous, from the smallest and simplest people to the most, only tim and dyhayut, to glorify the spring. I don't know about such good people in the world, I don't know anything good about myself, and I do not know anything good about myself, but I don’t think about it, I’m good, I’m good for that, I don’t know. glorify the dawn and celebrate your spring people.

The dawn was rising, it was getting light, and it was time to get on the road. Having walked through the thick, outgrowths, having made my way through the thicket to the verbolosis, I went to the bank of the river and quickly saw my flat-bottomed choven. Before the installs, I changed my linen bear instead. Everything was on the ice: a jar of pig carcasses, smoked and stewed riba, a loaf of black bread, thickened milk, a roll of meatballs and a few speeches that were needed in the road.

As we went down the coast, I let go of the oars, and it quietly drifted over the course. Three years later, around the bend of the small river, it was clearly visible on the aphids of lead chmars on the rim of the gilded dome of the church, just to the place, beyond my rosary, there was a long way.

Having walked a little crock along the cobbled street, I thought I had already gotten wet for a long time already. Shvets buv is a brave cholovik of the Tsigan's call. Schaschis suprazvychano gabbling in the clear ruks of yo m'yazy hands.

Having vgamuvav hunger in the nearest cafe, before my services came a buriak borshchok, a stove with a stewed cartopley and borjomi, I went to wander around the place. My esteem was turned down by the boardwalk, de major іznokolorovі praportsі. The juggler has already finished his whistle and leaned in. Yogo was replaced by a springy dancer with a ruddy forelock and a lively shove in her hands. After dancing like a dance, making a cheat, she donated a little to a clown in a pair of tights. Ale bidolakha bov of the merriment of talent and not being confused by his antics and strikers.

Having obeyed for a little less than the whole place, I roasted for the night on a birch of a river, clinging to the old people with a waterproof raincoat.