Paustovsky Kostyantyn
Meshchorska side
Kostyantyn Georgiyovich Paustovsky
MISHCHERSKA PARTY
ZVICHAYNA LAND
There are no special beauty and riches in the Meshchersky region, creme lіsіv, onions and clear vision. Ale, after all, this region can bring great strength. Vіn is rather modest - just like Levіtan's paintings. But in the new, like in these pictures, all the beauty is laid and everything is unremarkable at first glance, the diversity of Russian nature.
What can you do near the Meshchersky region? Kvituchi or mowed bows, pine forests, remember that forest lakes, thickets of black thicket, haystacks that smell of dry and warm sleep. The blue at the haystacks keeps warm all winter.
I happened to spend the night at the haystacks near the zhovtnі, if the grass on the sweater is covered with frost, like a silly. I climbed into a deep blue hole, climbed into it and slept all night in a haystack, mute in a closed room. And over the meadows there is a cold board, and the wind has poured with oblique blows.
In the Meshchersky region, you can sprout pine forests, it is so natural and quiet that the bubonet-"balakun" of a lost cow is a little far away, maybe a kilometer away. Ale, such silence stands by the foxes, less by the windless days. At the wind, the forest makes noise with the great ocean rumble and the tops of the pines bend in the wake of the gloom that they fly by.
Near the Meshchersk Territory, you can saturate forest lakes with dark water, great swamps, covered with willows and aspen, self-sustained, charred in old age, huts of foxes, piska, yalivets, veres, cranes that know us about the latitudes of the zirka.
What can you feel near the Meshchersk region, we will surround the home of pine forests? The cries of quails and hawks, the whistle of the volga, the frantic clatter of woodpeckers, the widow of wolfs, the sheer woods at the ruddy needles, the evening crying of the harmonica in the village, and at night - the different voices of the singing of the beater of the rural watchman.
Ale, it’s almost as little as possible for the next day. Let's sweat the skin day, this land becomes richer, richer, richer, dearer to the heart. I, now, the time has come, if the skin and over the dead river give up its own, already known, if you can tell amazing stories about it.
I destroyed the sound of geographers. Mayzhe all geographical books begin with one and the same phrase: "The edge lies between such degrees of similar longevity and pivnіchnoy latitude and between on pivdnі z such an area, and on pivnich - from such an area." I do not name the latitudes and dovgots of the Meshchora region. Dosit to say, scho lie between Volodymyr and Ryazan, not far from Moscow, and one of the poor in the whole forest islands, left over from the "great belt of coniferous forests". Vіn reaching out if you go Polissya to the Urals. Foxes were included before the new one: Chernigivsky, Bryansk, Kaluz, Meshchersky, Mordovian and Kerzhensky. In these forests, it was seen from the Tatar raids ancient Rus'.
FIRST INTRODUCTION
First, I spent a drink to the Meshchersky region from pivnochi, from Volodymyr.
Behind Gus-Khrustalniy, at the quiet station of Tuma, I switched to the Vuzkokolіyka for drafts. That's true bov Stephenson's train. A steam locomotive, similar to a samovar, whistled in a childlike falsetto. At the steam locomotive there was an imaginative nickname: "gelding". The vine is really similar to an old gelding. On the rounded vins of the krektav and zupinyavsya. Passengers went out to smoke. The fox's restlessness stood next to the "gelding", as if suffocating. The smell of wild cloves, heated by the sun, reminiscent of the carriages.
Passengers sat on the Maidanchiks with speeches - speeches did not fit in the car. The lords of the bears, cats, teslyars drank on the canvas, and behind the speeches of viskakuvav and їх volodar, it is not uncommon to finish a long time ago. The uninformed passengers sneered, and the uninformed, twisted goat's legs and poppy, explained that the best way to get off the train was closer to their village.
Vuzkokolіyka in the Meshchersky forests - nainekvaplivisha Zalizna road at the Union.
The stations are littered with resinous logs and smell of fresh felling and wild fox vines.
At the station Pilevo, the car got in a kudlaty did. Vіn crossed into a kutok, derencha the round chavunna rude, sighed and scurried into space:
It’s good to take me by the beard at once - go to the place, put your feet up. And there is nothing in the world that, maybe, on the right, a penny is not a wart. Send me to the museum, de radyansko detachment picks up cards, price lists, etc. Strengthen from the statement.
What are you lying about?
You wonder - axis!
Dіd vytyag zіm'yatiy papirets, blowing out of the new mahr and showing the women-successors.
Manko, read it, - said the woman of the girl, rubbing her nose against the window.
Manka covered the cloth on her tattered knees, lifted her legs and began to read in a hoarse voice:
- "It seems that unknown birds live in the lake, majestic growth, swarthy, three in all; apparently, the stars have flown - you would need to take live bait for the museum, and then force the catchers."
Axis, - having said dіd summarily, - for some right now we are old brushes lamayut. And all Lyoshka is a Komsomol member, Virazka is addicted! Ugh!
Did spit. Baba wiped her round mouth with a whistle and sighed. The locomotive whistled slyly, foxes ghouls and right-handed and left-handed, raging like a lake. The master of the wind. Potyag forced his way through yoga siri streams and hopelessly sleepy, watching on empty pistes.
The axis is ours, - repeating the did. - The summer roar sent me to the museum, today's roar again!
What did the last rock know? - Asked the woman.
Chogos?
Torchak. Well, a brush for a long time. The swamp was lying around. Like a deer. Horns - from the third car. Straight passion. They dug for a whole month. Zreshtoy zmuchivsya people.
What wine did you use? - Asked the woman.
Khloptsiv learn something new.
About this knowledge in the "Related materials and materials of the regional museum" the following was said:
"The skeleton is a coal of a quagmire, not giving support for the diggers. I had a chance to loosen up and go down into the quagmire, which was very important through the crizhan temperature of the water. The brushes were broken right in the hands, but in the world the hardness of the brushes was reaffirmed."
A skeleton of a Veletensky Irish deer with a span of horns at two and a half meters was found.
From tsієї zustrіchі z kudlatim didom began my acquaintance with Meshchera. Then I felt a rich opinion about the teeth of a mammoth, and about belongings, and about mushrooms that zavbіlshki from a human head. Alecia, the first rose of the train, was remembered by me especially sharply.
OLD MAP
Forcibly I removed the map of the Meshchersky region. There was a note on it: "The map was stored behind old-fashioned zjomka, broken up before 1870". Qiu map I had a chance to correct myself. Riverbeds have changed. There, de on the map, there were swamps, de-not-de, even the noise of young pine forests; the houses of other lakes appeared as quakes.
Vidpovid vіd Vsevolod Legotkin[guru]
Write a letter about NATURE. What might be a factual change there, like a growth, a river flowing already God knows how many millions of years ????
Vidpovid vіd Anton Volodimirovich[guru]
Well, not a rose, but a cycle of creations. Vіm, I can send your request to my friend, who in his youth had the name "Mіsherskaya storona", and miraculously ranks up to him. So, maybe, Paustovsky didn’t write anything imaginative in this cycle.
Vidpovid vіd Gulya Nasibulina[Newbie]
“The Meshchersky region has no special beauty and riches, crimson, onions and clear vision.” In the winter of that autumn, the slanted bows were sown with haystacks, in which it is warm to wind in frosty and rainy nights. In pine forests, it is quiet and quiet on windless days, and in the wind, the stench "makes noise with a great ocean rumble."
The edge of "lying between Volodymyr and Ryazan, not far from Moscow, and one of the few rich forest islands ... the great belt of coniferous forests", de "was seen from the Tatar riches of old Rus'."
First Acquaintance
Opovidach first dragged to the Meshchersky region from Volodymyr, on a leisurely steam locomotive of a narrow-gauge train. At one of the stations near the car, climb a kudlaty did and rozpovidaє, like a past fate "virazka" Lyoshka-Komsomol sent yogo to the city "to the museum" with information that "unknown birds, majestic growth, all three people" live in the city lake, I need to take live bait from the museum. Ninі did tezh turn to the museum - by the swamp they knew "an old brush" with majestic horns. Opovіdach confirms that the skeleton of a prehistoric deer was known in the Mishchor swamps. Tsya іstorіya about nezvychaynі znakhіdki zam'yatovuєtovuєtovuєtovuєtovіdachі vіdachі "especially sharply".
Starovinna map
Meshchensky edge of advice will rise in price an old card, painted until 1870. The map is richly inaccurate and the author has to correct it. However, to make yourself richly proud of her, lower the road to the misters' bagmen. Tubaltsy always explain the way “to the crazy hoardings”, but it’s impossible to know the descriptions of them. As an admonition, I myself had the opportunity to explain the path of the poet Simonov, and having drunk myself on the fact that I should work for exactly the same predilection.
Dekіlka slіv pro prikmeti
"You know, take a look, or make them yourself - it's already hoarsely busy." You are right to know that they transmit the weather, for example, dim bagatya or evening dew. Use and fold. As if the sky is high, and the horizon is approaching, the weather will be clear, and the fish, which stop pecking, will not be told about the near and trivala indignation.
Turn to card
“Vivchennya unknown edge forever starts from the card,” and mandruvat her more hoarsely. On the afternoon, in the river Oka, relatives and inhabitants of the Ryazan lands stretch out, and on the pivnich, behind a swarm of onions near the Oka, pine foxes and peat swamps of the Meshchersk region begin. At the entrance of the map, a lancet of eight pine forest lakes is marked with wondrous power: the smaller the area of \u200b\u200bthe lake, the more it is greater.
Mshari
On the slopes of the lakes "there are majestic Meshchersky swamps -" Mshari "", covered with feeding "islands", on which moose spend the night.
Yakos opovidach іz friends yshov msharami to Poganoe Lake, famous for its majestic grebe mushrooms. Mіstsevі zhіnki were afraid to go to the new one. Mandrіvniki forcibly got to the islands, de and virіshi reread. Gaidar pishov shukati filthy lake one. Forcibly knowing the way back, rozpovіv vіn rozpoіv, sho climbed on a tree and shook Pogana lake in the distance. It looked so terrible that Gaidar didn't give a damn.
Friends drank on the lake for a river. The shores of Yogo looked like weaves of weeds that float on the surface of the black water. High fountains of water rose on the skin croci z-pіd nіg, yakі y lapped the mіstsevih women. Fishing in that lake bula garna. Having turned non-early genes, the friends earned a reputation among women as “people of great age”.
Dali on what site
Vidpovid vіd Arefilova Svitlana[Newbie]
Vidpovid vіd Yoof'ya Sokolova[Newbie]
The author tells about the place where he is alive earlier - the Meshchersky region. A handful of wines, it seems, that we don’t shine with the unimaginable, but then we talk about birds, creatures, roslins, they linger there, and we’ll be especially special in the same place. We can talk about our houses there, about those who, like wine, have guarded for cats, about yogo guess why the black sea is black and richly different.
The main hero is an apologist.
The explanation was especially worthy of a description of nature and a wide love for one's own Fatherland.
Kostyantyn Paustovsky
Meshchorska side
Zvichayna land
The Meshchorska region has no special beauty and riches, crimson, onions and clear vision. Ale, after all, this region can bring great strength. Vіn is rather modest - just like Levіtan's paintings. Ale in the new, like in these pictures, shows all the beauty and everything is unremarkable at first glance, the diversity of Russian nature.
What can you do near the Meshchorska region? Kvituchi or mowed bows, pine forests, remember that forest lakes, thickets of black thicket, haystacks that smell of dry and warm sleep. The blue at the haystacks keeps warm all winter.
I happened to spend the night at the haystacks near the zhovtnі, if the grass on the sweater is covered with frost, like a silly. I climbed into a deep blue hole, climbed into it and slept all night in a haystack, mute in a closed room. And over the meadows there is a cold board, and the wind has poured with oblique blows.
Near the Meshchorska Territory, you can sprout pine forests, it’s so natural and quiet that the bubo “balakun” of a lost cow is a little far away.
Mayzhe per kilometer. Ale, such silence stands by the foxes, less by the windless days. At the wind, the forest makes noise with the great ocean rumble and the tops of the pines bend in the wake of the gloom that they fly by.
Near the Meshchorska Territory, you can saturate forest lakes with dark water, great swamps, covered with wil and aspen, self-sustained, charred in old age, huts of foxes, piska, yalivets, veres, cranes that we know about the latitudes of the stars.
What can you feel near the Meshchorska region, we will surround the home of pine forests? The cries of quails and hawks, the whistle of the volga, the frantic clatter of woodpeckers, the victorious wolf, the rustling of wood by the ruddy needles, the evening weeping of the harmonica in the village, and at night - the different voices of the singing of the pivniv and the mallet of the rural watchman.
Ale, it’s almost as little as possible for the next day. Let's sweat the skin day, this land becomes richer, richer, richer, dearer to the heart. I, come, the time has come, if the skin willow over the deaf river gives up its own, already known, if you can tell amazing stories about it.
I destroyed the sound of geographers. Mayzhe all geographical books begin with one and the same phrase: “The edge lies between such degrees of similar longevity and pivnіchnoy latitude and between on pivdnі z such an area, and on pіvnochі - from such.” I do not name the latitudes and dovgots of the Meshchora region. Dosit say, scho lies between Volodymyr and Ryazan, not far from Moscow, and is one of the poorest forest islands, too much of the "great belt of coniferous forests." Vіn reaching out if you go Polissya to the Urals. Before the new one, the foxes were included: Chernigivsky, Bryansk, Kaluz, Meshchors, Mordov and Kerzhensky. In these forests, ancient Rus was seen from the Tatar raids.
First Acquaintance
First, I drank to the Meshchora region from pivnochi, from Volodymyr.
Behind Gus-Khrustalniy, at the quiet station of Tuma, I switched to the Vuzkokolіyka for drafts. That's true bov Stephenson's train. A steam locomotive, similar to a samovar, whistled in a childlike falsetto. At the locomotive, there was an imaginative nickname: “gelding”. The vine is really similar to an old gelding. On the rounded vins of the krektav and zupinyavsya. Passengers went out to smoke. The fox's calmness stood next to the "gelding", as if suffocating. The smell of wild cloves, heated by the sun, reminiscent of the carriages.
Passengers were sitting on the maidanchiks with speeches - speeches did not climb by the car. The lords of the bears, cats, teslar saws, and behind the speeches viskakuvav and їkhnіy vlasnik, often finished old old. The uninformed passengers sneered, and the uninformed, twisting "goat's legs" and poppy, explained that the best way to get out of the train was closer to their village.
Vuzkokolіyka in the Mentor forests is a poor air in the Union.
The stations are littered with resinous logs and smell of fresh felling and wild fox vines.
At the station Pilevo, the car got in a kudlaty did. Vіn crossed into a kutok, the round chavun rude derencha derencha, sighed and scurried into space.
- It’s good to take me by the beard at once - go to the place, put your feet up. And there is nothing in the world that, maybe, on the right, a penny is not a wart. Send me to the museum, de radyansky detachment collects cards, price lists, etc. Strengthen from the statement.
- Why are you lying?
- You wonder - axis!
Dіd vytyag zіm'yatiy papirets, blowing out of the new mahr and showing the women-successors.
- Manko, read it, - said the woman to the girl, rubbing her nose against the window. Manka covered the cloth on her tattered knees, lifted her legs and began to read in a hoarse voice:
- “It is important that unknown birds live in the lake, of majestic growth, swarthy, only three; Undoubtedly, the stars have flown - it would be necessary to take live bait for the museum, and force the catchers to that.
- Axis, - saying did girko, - for what right now the children will break brushes. And all Lyoshka is a Komsomol member. Virazka - passion! Ugh!
Did spit. Baba wiped her round mouth with a whistle and sighed. The locomotive whistled slyly, foxes ghouls and right-handed and left-handed, raging, like a lake. The master of the wind. Potyag forced his way through yoga siri streams and hopelessly sleepy, watching on empty pistes.
- The axis is out of our mind, - repeating the did. - The summer rіk ganked me to the museum, today's rіk again!
- What did you know about the last fate? - Asked the woman.
- Torchak!
- Why?
- Torchak. Well, a brush for a long time. The swamp was lying around. Like a deer. Horns - from the third car. Straight passion. They dug for a whole month. Zreshtoy zmuchivsya people.
- What wine did you get? - Asked the woman.
- Khloptsiv to learn in a new way.
About this knowledge in the "Related materials and materials of the regional museum" it was mentioned:
“The skeleton of ours is a coal of shaking, not giving support for the diggers. I had a chance to loosen up and go down into the quagmire, which was very important through the krizhan temperature of the water. Majestic horns, yak and a skull, boules of cili, ale on the edge of the Germans in the aftermath of the silky maceration of the brushes. The brushes were broken right in the hands, but in the world the firmness of the brushes was inspired by the hanging.”
A skeleton of a Veletensky Irish deer with a span of horns at two and a half meters was found.
From tsієї zustrіchі z kudlatim didom began my acquaintance with Meshchora. Then I felt a rich opinion about the teeth of a mammoth, and about belongings, and about mushrooms that zavbіlshki from a human head. Alecia, the first rose of the train, was remembered by me especially sharply.
Starovinna map
Forcibly I removed the map of the Meshchora region. There was a note on it: “The map was stored behind old-fashioned houses, broken up before 1870.” Qiu map I had a chance to correct myself. Riverbeds have changed. There, de on the map, there were swamps, de-not-de, even the noise of young pine forests; the houses of other lakes appeared as quakes.
But all the same, it’s better to be rich with this card, it’s better to take care of the drinking of the local inhabitants. Since long ago, it has already become a tradition with us in Russia, that no one gets confused, if he explains the way, like a local resident, especially like a balakuchy person.
“Tee, lyuba lyudina,” a local resident shouts, “don’t listen to others!” Stink you such a slander, scho you will not be radium. Hear only one of you, I know it thoroughly. Go to the outskirts, run along the left hand of the hut-p'yatistinka, take the right hand along the stanchion through the piski, go to the Prorvi and vale, dear, the region of the Prorvi, vale, do not quail, right up to the burning willow. You take a few steps to the fox, take the Muzga, and after the Muzgo go steeply to the hillock, and behind the hillock the road leads through the mshari to the lake itself.
- And how many kilometers?
- Who knows yoga? Maybe ten, maybe twenty. There are kilometers, dear, unfailing.
I did my best to catch up with these joys, but a sprat appeared in the fire of the burning willows, and there was no waiting for the litter of the hump, and I, waving my hand at the roses of the tubers, relied more on the hair almost directly. Vono mayzhe never deceived me.
Russian literature has a lot of books dedicated to native nature, to dear hearts. Below, one of such works will be looked at, which was written by K. G. Paustovsky, the story “Meshcherskaya side”.
On the cob of the book of advice to know the readers from all over the earth, yes short description. With this wine, it means that this region is not acceptable in any way. Here the air is cleaner, pine foxes, bows, lakes. Everything is beautiful, but there is nothing special. Kostyantin Paustovsky also speaks about the expansion of the city of the city: The Meshcherskaya side is located not far from Moscow, between Volodymyr and Ryazan.
Opovіdach having drank to Meshcheri from Volodymyr, if you have drunk a vodka-kolіyka. At one of the stations near the car, a kudlatian did, who had been sent to the museum for advice, got in. It is written by the leaf that two great birds, swarthy, invisible to sight, linger in the swamp. You need to bring it to the museum. So did rozpovіv, that there was found a "junk" - the majestic antlers of an ancient deer.
The author posted a map of this region, even old. Zyomki mіstsevosti was broken up until 1870. There were a lot of inaccuracies on the scheme, the channels of the rivers began to change, the lakes became swampy, new forests appeared. However, regardless of all the difficulties, he encouraged to show off better with a card, and not with the promptings of the local inhabitants. On the right, in the fact that the tubers explained something in a report and strayed, where to go, but a lot of examples were inaccurate, and the deacons were not known.
The author insists that what she does knows and applies - it’s already hoarsely busy. Potim vin podіlyaєtsya deakim guards. Deyakі prikmeti are saved for a long time, otherwise - nі. However, the correct ones are respected by the time of the weather. Among them are simple, for example, the height of Dima. Fold, for example, if you stop pecking the fish with a quick bite, and the rivers don’t die. So vіdbuvaєtsya before worthless. Usikh beauty cannot be imagined short zmist. Paustovsky (“Meshcherskaya side”) is merciful with the nature of Russia.
The author, using a map, briefly describes some of the lands of the Meshchersky region. At the bottom of the scheme, the Eye is depicted. The river podіlyaє two zovsі dissimilar expanses. On the day - inhabited by relatives of the Ryazan lands, pivnich - swampy plain. At the western part there is the Borova side: thick pine trees, in which there are faceless lakes.
So they call the swamps of the Meshchersky region. Thickets of the lake occupy an area of hundreds of thousands of hectares. In the midst of pain, sometimes the leaves of the “island” are trapping.
Varto add an onset of rapidity at a short zmist. Paustovsky (“Meshcherskaya side”) tells about one of the walks.
Yakos the author from friends virishiv go to Lake Pogane. Vono rose in the middle of the pain and was famous for the great cranes and the majestic grebes. It’s important to go through the forest, for which the river went through it, it was important. Mandrіvniki quickly got tired. The stench vyrishili seemed to be on one of the islands. The company has a writer named Gaidar. Vіn vyrіshiv, shkoє shkoє way to the lake, while reshta vіdpochivaє. For a long time the prote writer did not turn around, and his friends were squirming: it was already dark and the viti began. One of the company virushiv on jokes. Nezabar vin turned at once from Gaidar. Stop saying that climbing on a pine tree and bachivtse lake: the water is black there, a lot of weak pine trees stand around, dehto already falling. Even more terrible is the lake, as Gaidar said, and the friends decided not to go there, but to climb onto solid ground.
Opovіdach delivered a month for rіk. The shores of Poganoe Lake were floating and formed from heavily intertwined roots and mokhiv. The water was really black, and bulges rose from the bottom. It was impossible to stand on the floor for a long time: the legs began to sag. However, while fishing for bula harn, the author and his friends caught perch, which earned them the glory of “people of the wild” in the village of women.
A lot of other tsіkavih podіy to avenge the story, as if writing Paustovsky. "Meshcherskaya storona" vіdguki otrimuval raznі, ale pozitivnіshі.
On the map of the Meshchersk region, there are foxes with large beaches in the mud, as well as two rivers: Solotcha and Pra. Bіlya first lead a red color, on a birch stand an independent gate, on the banks of the other, no one can settle.
Also on the map there are marked no-line channels. They were laid for the hours of Oleksandr II. They wanted to dry up the swamps and populate them, but the land turned out to be poor. Overgrowth canals at once, and less birds live in them, ribs and water eyes.
As you can see, in the story, as if writing Paustovsky (“Meshcherskaya side”), the main heroes are foxes, bows, lakes. The author tells us about them.
Meshchersky pine foxes are great, tall and straight trees, across the clearing, the sky is clearly visible through the cracks. And in this region, there are yalinniks, wild brows, gulls are growing.
The author lives with the foxes for a few days, sleeps little, but feels the badyoro. Yakos wines with friends fished on the Chornoye lake on the humic chute. They were attacked by a majestic pike with a hospitable and miraculous swimmer, a kind of floating zasib. Friends turned to the shore. There stood a shepherd with sheepskins, as if it appeared, that the hole was entrusted with a bastard. The hizhak was driven away, but the tabir happened to be moved.
The lakes of the Meshchersky region have water of various colors, but mostly black. Tse through the peat bottom. However, violet, yellow, blue and tin waters are shining.
Between the forests and the Eye there are bows, similar to the sea. They have an old river bed, which is already overgrown with grass. Resound out of the Abyss. The author is alive for a long time in quiet places.
It is impossible not to insert the next episode in a short time. Paustovsky ("Meshcherskaya side") rozpovidaє about such a vapadok.
Yakos near the village of Solotche arrived with an old one with silver teeth. Vіn catching on spinning, prote mistsevі fishermen disliked English wood. The guest was not happy: he shaved his bleshnі, pulled writhing, but did not manage to pull the same ribs. And the cottonmen successfully caught on a simple hank. As if the old man was spared: the majestic pike, having begun to look at it, hooted. Ale riba hurried to these calls: she hit the summer man on the cheek and kicked him in the river. After that, the old man picked up his words and went to Moscow.
Near the Meshchersky Territory there are a lot of lakes marvelous names, which is often “revealed”. For example, beavers lived near Bobrovsky, at the bottom of Hotz there were moraine oaks, on Selyansky it was full of jocks, Bik was very thin.
We can fold a short zmist. Paustovsky ("Meshcherskaya side") describes the life of the strong people.
Balakuch people of a frail age, watchmen, basket-makers, and poromers live near the bows. The author often spoke with Stepan on the Prizvisko Beard on the poles. So yogo was called through suprawichine thinness. It was as if the warning was outposts of the boards, and I had a chance to spend the night with Father Stepan. Koshik soiled to guess that earlier all the foxes belonged to the monasteries. Let's talk about those, how important it was to live for the king, but at the same time richer. Rozpov_v about Manka Malavina - a spіvachka. Earlier, it would not have been possible to vihati before Moscow.
Solotchi has a lot of talented people, mayzhe at the skin hut hang garni of paintings, painted by the grandfather's father. It was here that the grown-up artists were born. The daughter of the engraver Pozhalostin is sagging at the booth in the state. Not far away is Yesenina's aunt, the author has bought milk from her. At Solotchi, when the icon painters lingered.
Opovіdach znіmaє laznyu, reroblen pіd zhitlovy budinok. However, I rarely spend the night at the hut. Call to sleep at the altar by the garden. Vrantsі vіn boil tea at the lazni, and then virshaє on a fishing trip.
Think about the rest of the part, ending a short retelling. "Meshcherskaya Side" (Paustovsky Do. R.) shows that the author loves this place for their wealth, and for the quiet, calm beauty. Vin knows that in times of war we protect not only the fatherland, but also the whole land.
In his work, the writer tells about the Meshchersky region, showing its beauty. All the forces of nature come to life, and the primordial manifestations cease to be like this: the storm-boards become menacing, the birds chirp along with the orchestra, and so on.
For example, the author talks about the bezkorislivu love to its edge. Tsya thought prostezhuetsya in all the world. The pismennik better guesses about natural riches, more richly describes the beauty of nature, the simple and kind character of the inhabitants of the city. І zavzhdi stverdzhuє, scho tse richly tsіnіshe, nizh rich peat chi lіsu. Wealth is not less in resources, but in people, - Paustovsky shows. "The Meshcherskaya side", the analysis of which is being looked at, was written for the author's actional warnings.
The Ryazan region, in which the Meshcherskaya side is located, was the native land of Paustovsky. Ale's warmth, that indescribable feeling, like a wine, is here, to sway the writer with the right blue of the earth.
Painting by M. A. Presnyakov “Meshchersk autumn”
Opovіdach enjoy the nature and the beauty of the native land and share the tsіkavim vipadki zі their expensive Meshcher.
“The Meshchersky region has no special beauty and riches, crimson, onions and clear vision.” In the winter of that autumn, the slanted bows were sown with haystacks, in which it is warm to wind in frosty and rainy nights. In pine forests, it is quiet and quiet on windless days, and in the wind, the stench "makes noise with a great ocean rumble."
The edge “to lie between Volodymyr and Ryazan, not far from Moscow, and one of the poor rich forest islands ... the great belt of coniferous forests”, de “was seen from the Tatar riches of old Rus'”.
Opovidach first dragged to the Meshchersky region from Volodymyr, on a leisurely steam locomotive of a narrow-gauge train. At one of the stations near the car, climb a kudlaty did and rozpovidaє, like a past fate "virazka" Lyoshka-Komsomol sent yogo to the city "to the museum" with information that "unknown birds, majestic growth, all three people" live in the city lake, I need to take live bait from the museum. Ninі did tezh turn to the museum - by the swamp they knew "an old brush" with majestic horns. Opovіdach confirms that the skeleton of a prehistoric deer was known in the Mishchor swamps. Tsya іstorіya about nezvychaynі znakhіdki zam'yatovuєtovuєtovuєtovuєtovіdachі vіdachі "especially sharply".
Meshchensky edge of advice will rise in price with an old map, painted before 1870. The map is richly inaccurate and the author has to correct it. However, to make yourself richly proud of her, lower the road to the misters' bagmen. Tubaltsy always explain the way “to the crazy hoardings”, but it’s impossible to know the descriptions of them. As an admonition, I myself had the opportunity to explain the path of the poet Simonov, and having drunk myself on the fact that I should work for exactly the same predilection.
"You know, take a look, or make them yourself - it's already hoarsely busy." You are right to know that they transmit the weather, for example, dim bagatya or evening dew. Use and fold. As if the sky is high, and the horizon is approaching, the weather will be clear, and the fish, which stop pecking, will not be told about the near and trivala indignation.
“Vivchennya unknown edge forever starts from the card,” and mandruvat her more hoarsely. On the afternoon, in the river Oka, relatives and inhabitants of the Ryazan lands stretch out, and on the pivnich, behind a swarm of onions near the Oka, pine foxes and peat swamps of the Meshchersk region begin. At the entrance of the map, a lancet of eight pine forest lakes is marked with wondrous power: the smaller the area of \u200b\u200bthe lake, the more it is greater.
On the slopes of the lakes "there are majestic Meshchersky swamps -" Mshari "", covered with feeding "islands", on which moose spend the night.
Yakos opovidach іz friends yshov msharami to Poganoe Lake, famous for its majestic grebe mushrooms. Mіstsevі zhіnki were afraid to go to the new one. Mandrіvniki forcibly got to the islands, de and virіshi reread. Gaidar pishov shukati filthy lake one. Forcibly knowing the way back, rozpovіv vіn rozpoіv, sho climbed on a tree and shook Pogana lake in the distance. It looked so terrible that Gaidar didn't give a damn.
Friends drank on the lake for a river. The shores of Yogo looked like weaves of weeds that float on the surface of the black water. High fountains of water rose on the skin croci z-pіd nіg, yakі y lapped the mіstsevih women. Fishing in that lake bula garna. Having turned non-early genes, the friends earned a reputation among women as “people of great age”.
Crimea hurts on the map of the Meshchorsky paradise, foxes from the mysterious "white flames" near the mud, the river Solotcha and Pra, as well as the faceless canals. On the birch Solotchi, the water is like a red one, there is an independent entrance door. Take care When there are few people. There is a cotton wool factory at the top of the river, through which the bottom of the river is covered with a ball of black cotton wool.
Canals in the Meshchersky region were pierced for Oleksandr II by General Zhilinsky, who wanted to drain the swamps. The drained lands appeared bіdnimi, pіschanim. The canals quieted down and became the buttocks of waterfowl and water squints. The wealth of the Meshchersky region is "not in the earth, but in the forests, near peat in flood bows."
Pine "Meshchersky foxes are great, yak cathedrals". Crimean forests, in Meshchera and yalin foxes, mixed with rare patches of broad-leaved haivs and wilds. There is nothing better, to go down in such a forest to the sacred lake, spend the night in the fire and see the great light.
Opovіdach is alive in the blue of the lake for a few days. As if on Black Lake, a humovy chauvin, having fished with a friend, was attacked by a majestic pike with a razor-hot swimmer. Zlyakavshis, scho shkodit pike chauvin, stench turn to the shore and bachat sheep with sheepskins, the backs of which appeared white to the fishermen's camp, under a cup of dry khmiz. Sheep flowed in, tabir had a chance to endure.
At Meshchera, at all lakes, the water varies by color. The most black, scarlet and violet, and yellow, and tin color, and bluish.
Gulf bows between forests and Okoyu are similar to the sea. In the middle of the bow stretch the old channel of the Oka, the name of the Abyss. “It has died out, a deep and unruly river with steep banks” that with deep vira, honed by herbs in human growth. Opovіdach live on Provі shchoosenі rich dib. Provіvshi nіch at the insulated blue one, vin to fish the whole wound.
Near the village of Solotchi, a "great tribe of fishermen" lingered. The Solotchans successfully caught fish on a big bait. As if near the village of Moscow, "a tall old man with old silver teeth" appeared. Winning ribality with English spinning, but the old one was not happy. Ale once won a majestic pike on Prorva. Pulling the ribbine to the shore, the old one at the slaughterhouse squirmed over it. The pike “reconciled in a rush ... and with its mustache stroke hit the old one on the cheek with its tail”, and then it jumped and went near the water. On the same day, the fisherman went to Moscow not far off.
At the bows of Meshcheri, there are a lot of lakes with marvelous names, which “rozmovlyayut”. "On the days of Hotz lie black moraine oaks." Bobrovsky had beavers when they were. Promoina is a gliboke lake with a vinyatkovo smoky fish. Lake Bik stretches for a lot of kilometers, and near the Kanavi "there are marvelous golden lines". The oxbow is chiselled by singing dunes, and on the banks of the deep Muzga, cranes climb up. Hundreds of jocks nest at Selyansky Lake. Lake Langobardske was named in honor of the watchman - “Langobard” (an old German tribe, in the province - “Dovgoborodi”).
“At the bows - at the dugouts and the kurens - the Balakuch people of the frail age live”, the guards of the Kolgospnykh cities, poromniks and cats. Most of the time, I sang with the thin, thin-legged Stepan on the award "Beard on the poles." Yakos opovidach having spent the night at the new one in the kuren. Stepan, having spoken for a long time about those, how it was not easy for the peasant women "for the king", and how many opportunities they have now, for the radiant power. As an example of guilt, having guessed his fellow villager Manka Malavin, as now you are singing at the Moscow theater.
Solotcha - the village of rich. The first river of support is alive with the "lagid grandmother, the old lady and the strong kravchini Mary Mikhailivna". Near my clean hut hung a painting by an unknown Italian artist, who had left his canvas as a payment for the room of Father Mary Mikhailovna. Vin vivchav at Solotchi icon sheet.
At Solotchi, the leather hut is embellished with paintings of children, onukivs, and nephews. Artists grew up at the rich boudinkas. At the home of Mary Mikhailovna, she is old - the daughter of Academician Pozhalostin, one of the best Russian engravers. Advances to the fate of "having borrowed from them an old lasna in the garden" and himself making wonderful engravings. Not far away, Solotchi was born and Yesenin sings - he had a chance to buy milk from his native mother.
Long live Solotchi and Kuzma Zotov, like a biv before the revolution, bіdnim. Now Zotov's house has a radio, books, newspapers, and a lot of blue has swelled into the people.
Budinok opovіdacha - a small bathhouse - to stand by the dense garden. Vіn fences with a palisade, near which the strong cats get stuck, scho ran to the smell of freshly caught ribeye. I seldom spend the night at the booth. For the night, call the old altanka near the clay garden to serve you. It is especially good there in autumn, if the cold wind blows more candles, and the night blizzard sits on the open side of the book. A foggy wound of warnings slips and breaks on a fishing trip. “In front - a deserted spring day” and “destruction in the light of fragrant leaves, grasses, autumn weather.”
You can write about the riches of the Meshchersky region, but to tell you to love native places not for the great amount of peat or the village, but for the quiet and simple beauty. І as youmu happens to steal native country, then in the depths of the heart we know that we protect “and this claptic of the earth, that having taught me to bachiti and understand more beautifully ... this fox’s thoughtful land, love until you forget it, like you don’t forget it first time.”
