How to write a comment in an essay on the exam to texts of different styles (K2). Too long essay (according to the text of V. Soloukhin) K1. Statement of source text problems
All people are different, each has its own character, and therefore the attitude to the world around us is different. In this text, V.A. Soloukhin raises the problem of the relationship between man and nature.
The narrator recalls his trip to Olepin, introducing the reader to beautiful, magical places, describing every detail of the landscape. For him, this is a “wonderful scarlet country”, which, unfortunately, is impossible to get into again.
The problem under discussion is so important that many writers raised it in their works. Recall the novel by I.S. Turgenev "Fathers and Sons". The nihilist Yevgeny Bazarov is far from such concepts as the beauty of the world around him, enjoying the rays of the sun, the breath of the wind, which are characteristic of Arcadia.
The hero refers to nature only as the subject of his scientific activity, which is absolutely wrong, and Bazarov understands this later.
In the novel by L.N. Tolstoy's "War and Peace" also traces this problem. Andrei Bolkonsky is one of the few who is able to truly appreciate the bright details of the world around him. For him, the oak turned out to be a symbol of the psychological state, the image of the changes taking place in the life of the hero.
Thus, nature has a huge impact on us, our mood depends on it, it adds up our memories, which are of great importance, it teaches us to appreciate the unique moments of life.
Text essay:
Vladimir Alekseevich Soloukhin - Russian writer and poet, a prominent representative of "village prose" in his text discusses the problem of the relationship between man and nature.
The author talks about how, going fishing, he ended up in a wonderful country. The dawn impressed him the most. Several times the hero returns to this place, where the Black River meets the Koloksha River, but he could not find himself in this country again.
V. A. Soloukhin believes that nature gives a person an unforgettable experience, helps him feel happy, gain an understanding that every moment of life is unique. Being in nature, a person learns to sincerely enjoy the world around him.
I believe that man and nature are closely related. Many artists, poets, composers drew inspiration from being alone with nature. So, for example, the singer of Russia - Sergei Yesenin, throughout his entire work, sang about his native land. Nature was his muse.
The Buddha and his followers believed that only by reuniting with nature would they achieve nirvana. So they left their families and went into the forest.
Thus, I came to the conclusion that every person who knows how to enjoy nature enjoys it.
Text by V. A. Soloukhin:
(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) The morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the banks of the Koloksha River.
(3) But I didn’t remember fishing that morning. (4) Not the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the float on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.
(5) Everything was, as it were, ordinary that morning: catching perch, which I attacked a flock of, and the pre-dawn chill rising from the river, and all the unique smells that arise in the morning where there is water, sedge, nettle, mint, meadow flowers and bitter willow.
(6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, rounded, as if inflated here, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) Al clouds floated along the river, coloring not only the water with their color, not only the light parks above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) White fresh color] water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a leaning willow into the water, spreading red, with a black shadow, circles.
(11) The old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, shocks, a tree growing at a distance! the copse, the old man's hut - everything was seen especially prominently, brightly, as if something had happened to our vision, and it was not the play of the great sun that was the reason for the unusual nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost imperceptible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzle of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I forever remember those places along the Koloksha coast, where our morning dawn passed.
(15) When, having eaten fish soup and falling asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to find out: the surroundings. (16) The sun rising at its zenith removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Gone: the contour, the bulge of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and burning dew, and its sparkling, have disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water dimmed, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, an even whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It seemed that a few hours ago we magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red! the old man has a fish on a string, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, clearer, exactly as it happens in wonderful countries where it gets] by the sole power of fairy-tale magic.
(20) How to get back to this marvelous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much you come later to the place where the Black River meets the Koloksha River and where< за былинным холмом орут городищенские петухи, не проникнешь, куда желаешь как если бы забыл всесильное магическое слово, раздвигающее леса и горы.
By. V. A. Soloukhin
Probably, some events preceded this: the troubles of the secretary of the regional committee, his calls to Moscow in the relevant organizations, or, perhaps, detailed meetings, or, perhaps, even disputes at meetings, and then the adoption of decisions. None of this could be seen by people traveling along the Stavrov road. They immediately saw the result: in an instant, the idyllic picture disappeared, as if dissolved in air - four men sitting on the road with hammers in their hands near a pile of cobblestones - the state took over the road.
The construction of the road fell into the plan, a lot of money was released. Detachments of heavy earth-moving machines, rattling their clumsy steel joints, passed Stavrovo and crawled into the depths of Opole. I will not tell you with what monstrous force and with what unexpected agility the bulldozers moved mountains of earth from place to place, how quickly the graders leveled the roadbed of the future road, how the lilac-gray cobblestone was firmly rolled with rollers.
At the height of the construction of the road, a friend from Moscow visited me, an urban man who had not previously encountered virgin corners of nature. I decided to take him through my reserved gullet, surrounding him more and more with a mysterious forest fairy tale. At first everything went well. But soon the distinct noise of engines and a certain rumble, a certain rattle began to reach us and interfere with the creation of the necessary forest atmosphere.
The thunder and crackling became so clear that we quickened our pace and ran forward, pushing our way through dense thickets. Having run out to the place that I considered the most deaf and dense, we saw that a heavy herd of bulldozers was moving along the gully, entering it from the side of the forest river Eza. Bulldozers loosened the stone bottom of the forest stream, deftly separating the earth from the stones, which lay in large heaps here and there. A dump truck loaded with stones was leaving the gully to build a road. About forty girls and boys unanimously loaded the aforementioned dump truck with stones. Grass, flowers, shrubs and even trees - all this was crumpled and mixed up with each other, turned into a dirty washcloth and thrown aside or thrown aside as the bulldozers - those tanks of peaceful construction everyday life - advanced.
That's when I comprehended with clarity what the contact of technology with nature means, and truly understood that technology can do everything.
My Moscow friend was not distressed by the sudden disappearance of the forest wilderness promised to him, and while I was contemplating the battle, I managed to court a young girl who darkened her swarthy face from the sun with a bright red scarf. He helped her with a heavy sledgehammer to crush large boulders that would otherwise be difficult to lift into a car.
As the technique moved along the gully, turning and distorting everything around, a few kilometers from the Samoilovsky forest, acquiring clarity of outline, swiftness and peculiar beauty, the highway paved with stone became longer and longer. The landscape changed here, in the forest, but the landscape changed there, in the field. I am sure that no one, except me, spared the forest gully, but thousands of people rejoiced at the road. This is the problem of the collision of the personal with the public. However, what am I? Wasn't the road also my private affair? Didn't I freeze on it once, and shouldn't I ride it to my native village of Olepino?!
The road to Kolchugin was completed in one summer.
My mother, an octogenarian old woman, is of the firm opinion that the people have now been spoiled.
- Yes, how are you not spoiled? It used to be that a horse to Undol was revered as a great happiness: ah-ah, a horse goes to Undol, a passing cart, that’s good, that’s how lucky it is, don’t go on foot, don’t trudge with bags! And now go talk to her (meaning the generalized image of a passenger, which includes both a girl who went to the city for fashionable shoes, and an old woman making her way to the security), go talk to her! She will not go by truck: “Look, I will go by truck! I’ll wait for the passenger car, probably not for the train, there’s nowhere to hurry. ”
At any time (apparently, invisibly divorced!) Cars go along the road Vladimir - Kolchugino. There are buses, cargo taxis, and just taxis, and "private traders", that is, someone's personal cars, but most of all business hard workers-cars: dump trucks, fuel trucks, collective farm lorries, three-ton trucks. At night, you look in the direction of the highway, and you can see (especially on dark autumn nights) how, breaking through the darkness, now creeping along the ground, then throwing up towards low, gray clouds, headlights shine.
Four kilometers - is it a long way? Get out of the winding field path onto a solid stone road, whether at night or during the day, raise your hand, and now, holding on to the cab, spreading your legs wider for stability, you rush through the darkness and jump out of the heater onto the asphalt (and soon there will be a concrete freeway with a one-way movement), there are already different latitudes, a different state of mind, despite the fact that everything is the same, everything is ours, everything is the same Russian land.
So, four kilometers from Olepin to the highway. Returning to the beginning of this chapter, I must say that in order to get an idea of where everything that will be described in this book takes place, you need to waste no time in taking a bus to Vladimir near the Kursk railway station. In Vladimir you will change to the Kolchuginsky bus and in an hour or an hour and a half you will find yourself in Cherkutin, that is, four kilometers from Olepin.
Maybe you have your own car? Then things get even easier. In four hours you can drive to Olepin from Moscow, unless, of course, it rains before and the last kilometers let you through unhindered.
Our rural drivers, for example, knowing the matter well, do not risk in bad weather embarking on this four-kilometer, seemingly insignificant, but fraught with unpleasant surprises voyage.
It always happens to me that while I live in Olepin, the weather is fine and every day collective-farm vehicles leave for Stavrovo and Vladimir almost from our house: they refuel with gasoline nearby in a shed. But as soon as you need to go to Moscow, it starts to rain and you have to spank through the mud in Cherkutino in order to catch a passing car there or wait for a legitimate Vladimir bus.
Sometimes I think: if everything has changed so much for the better, if a road has appeared, and there are a lot of cars on it, things will probably not stand still further, but will develop and improve even more.
I think that soon a trolley bus will go from Vladimir to Kolchugino and helicopters will fly with a landing at the request of passengers. Then it will be possible to go down the rope ladder directly to the roof of the house or directly into the Popov pool, and the four kilometers that cut us off from the enlightened world will finally lose their meaning.
Olepin is not difficult to get to. But after all, a person sometimes has to travel, overcoming not only space.
These are the feelings that life gave me one day, when an earthly morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the banks of the Koloksha River.
I don't remember fishing that morning. Not for the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn't even see a float on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.
Everything was as if ordinary that morning: catching perches, on a flock of which I attacked, and the pre-dawn chill rising from the river, and all the unique smells that arise in the morning, where there is water, sedge, nettle, mint, meadow flowers and bitter willow.
Still, the morning was extraordinary. Scarlet clouds, rounded, as if tightly inflated, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans; crimson clouds floated along the river, coloring not only the water with their color, not only the light vapor above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies; white fresh flowers of water lilies were like roses in the light of a burning morning; drops of red dew fell from the leaning willow into the water, spreading red circles with a black shadow.
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(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) The morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the banks of the Koloksha River.
(3) But I didn’t remember fishing that morning. (4) Not the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the float on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.
(5) Everything was, as it were, ordinary that morning: catching perch, which I attacked a flock of, and the pre-dawn chill rising from the river, and all the unique smells that arise in the morning where there is water, sedge, nettle, mint, meadow flowers and bitter willow.
(6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, rounded, as if inflated here, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) Al clouds floated along the river, coloring not only the water with their color, not only the light parks above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) White fresh color] water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a leaning willow into the water, spreading red, with a black shadow, circles.
(11) The old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, shocks, a tree growing at a distance! the copse, the old man's hut - everything was seen especially prominently, brightly, as if something had happened to our vision, and it was not the play of the great sun that was the reason for the unusual nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost imperceptible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzle of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I forever remember those places along the Koloksha coast, where our morning dawn passed.
(15) When, having eaten fish soup and falling asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to find out: the surroundings. (16) The sun rising at its zenith removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Gone: the contour, the bulge of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and burning dew, and its sparkling, have disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water dimmed, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, an even whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It seemed that a few hours ago we magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red! the old man has a fish on a string, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, clearer, exactly as it happens in wonderful countries where it gets] by the sole power of fairy-tale magic.
(20) How to get back to this marvelous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much you come later to the place where the Black River meets the Koloksha River and where the gorodishche roosters crow behind the epic hill, you won’t penetrate where you want, as if you forgot the all-powerful magic word pushing the forests and mountains apart. (22) No matter how much I went fishing from Moscow to Koloksha later, I could not get into that country and realized that every morning, every spring, every love, every joy is unique in life for a person.
(23) It was then that I remembered the most wondrous of all magical countries - the country of my childhood. (24) The keys to it are abandoned so far, lost so irrevocably that you will never, never see at least one trifling path until the end of your life. (25) However, in that country there cannot be a trifling path. (24) Everything there is full of meaning and meaning. (27) A person who has forgotten what was there and how it was there, a person who has even forgotten that it once was, is the poorest person on earth.
(According to V.A. Soloukhin)
*Vladimir Alekseevich Soloukhin is a Russian Soviet writer and poet, a prominent representative of "village prose".
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What effect does nature have on man? This problem is raised by Vladimir Alekseevich Soloukhin in the proposed text.
The author considers the problem on the example of a morning spent on the banks of the Koloksha River. That morning, the writer noticed the beauty of nature, as if he was in a wonderful country: "...we magically visited a completely different, wonderful country ...". Soloukhin argues that he can’t get into this wonderful country anymore: “After all, no matter how much you come to the place later ... you won’t get where you want ...”.
The poet believes that nature helps a person to appreciate all the moments of life, because they are unique. It helps to notice small details of the surrounding world, gives a feeling of happiness from its contemplation.
I agree with the opinion of the author, nature helps to appreciate any moments of life, it also greatly affects your mood. If you are upset because of some problems, then a walk in the park can easily cheer you up, help you rethink everything and understand that all problems are temporary. After such a walk, you already return in high spirits, ready to do new things.
When reading this text, the epic novel "War and Peace" is recalled when Natasha Ro
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Text essay:
Vladimir Alekseevich Soloukhin - Russian writer and poet, a prominent representative of "village prose" in his text discusses the problem of the relationship between man and nature.
The author talks about how, going fishing, he ended up in a wonderful country. The dawn impressed him the most. Several times the hero returns to this place, where the Black River meets the Koloksha River, but he could not find himself in this country again.
V. A. Soloukhin believes that nature gives a person an unforgettable experience, helps him feel happy, gain an understanding that every moment of life is unique. Being in nature, a person learns to sincerely enjoy the world around him.
I believe that man and nature are closely related. Many artists, poets, composers drew inspiration from being alone with nature. So, for example, the singer of Russia - Sergei Yesenin, throughout his entire work, sang about his native land. Nature was his muse.
The Buddha and his followers believed that only by reuniting with nature would they achieve nirvana. So they left their families and went into the forest.
Thus, I came to the conclusion that every person who knows how to enjoy nature enjoys it.
Text by V. A. Soloukhin:
(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) The morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the banks of the Koloksha River.
(3) But I didn’t remember fishing that morning. (4) Not the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the float on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.
(5) Everything was, as it were, ordinary that morning: catching perch, which I attacked a flock of, and the pre-dawn chill rising from the river, and all the unique smells that arise in the morning where there is water, sedge, nettle, mint, meadow flowers and bitter willow.
(6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, rounded, as if inflated here, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) Al clouds floated along the river, coloring not only the water with their color, not only the light parks above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) White fresh color] water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a leaning willow into the water, spreading red, with a black shadow, circles.
(11) The old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, shocks, a tree growing at a distance! the copse, the old man's hut—everything was seen especially prominently, brightly, as if something had happened to our eyesight, and it was not the play of the great sun that was the reason for the extraordinary nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost imperceptible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzle of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I forever remember those places along the Koloksha coast, where our morning dawn passed.
(15) When, having eaten fish soup and falling asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to find out: the surroundings. (16) The sun rising at its zenith removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Gone: the contour, the bulge of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and burning dew, and its sparkling, have disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water dimmed, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, an even whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It seemed that a few hours ago we magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red! the old man has a fish on a string, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, clearer, exactly as it happens in wonderful countries where it gets] by the sole power of fairy-tale magic.
(20) How to get back to this marvelous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much you come later to the place where the Black River meets the Koloksha River and where< за былинным холмом орут городищенские петухи, не проникнешь, куда желаешь как если бы забыл всесильное магическое слово, раздвигающее леса и горы.
By. V. A. Soloukhin
