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Russia Rus' Bird Troika. Rus', where are you going? Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol Dead souls poem rare video rare video video HD Played by the wonderful Russian theater and film actor Leonid Diachkov Leonid Diachkov

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High cultural heritage of the Russian people.

Beautiful methodological material for classes at school, lyceum or university on the topic

Russian literature of the 19th century, the history of Russia, patriotism, love of the motherland, human ideals in Russian culture, freedom, freedom, the vastness of the country, the future of Russia. Preparation for the Unified State Exam EGE . Preparation for entering a university.

Russia Rus' Bird Troika Gogol Dead Souls Rachmaninov 3rd concert

Russia Rus' Bird Troika Gogol Dead Souls Rachmaninov 3 concertaudio audio mp 3 An excerpt from a wonderful audio book based on the prose poem by Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol “Dead Souls”.

Unfortunately, the annotation erroneously indicates the name of the reader (supposedly Mikhail Ulyanov, but this is not Ulyanov). If anyone recognizes the name of the reader, as well as the piece of music and its performer, which comes at the end of the audio play, please write who it is. Let the names of these wonderful performers be known.

Before the reading begins and as a musical paraphrase between the parts, a melody sounds, an excerpt from the Third Concerto for Piano and Orchestra by Sergei Rachmaninov. Piano part: genius pianist Vladimir Gorvits. This was one of the best performances of Sergei Rachmaninoff's 3rd concerto in history.

"Rus! Rus'!.. How incomprehensible secret power attracted to you?! Why is your melancholy song, rushing along your entire length and width, from sea to sea, heard and heard incessantly in your ears? What's in it, in this song? What calls, and sobs, and grabs the heart?!..Rus!..What incomprehensible connection is hidden between us?..”

N.V. Gogol . Dead Souls. Volume OneChapter Eleven (where to look in the text - this is an excerpt - part of the penultimate paragraph and the last paragraph of the 11th chapter)

Troika

Is it not so for you, Rus', that you are rushing along like a brisk, unstoppable troika?

“Isn’t it so for you, Rus', that you are rushing along like a brisk, unstoppable troika? The road beneath you smokes, the bridges rattle, everything falls behind and is left behind. The contemplator, amazed by God's miracle, stopped: was this lightning thrown from the sky? What does this terrifying movement mean? and what kind of unknown power is contained in these horses, unknown to the light? Oh, horses, horses, what kind of horses! Are there whirlwinds in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear burning in every vein of yours? They heard a familiar song from above, together and at once tensed their copper breasts and, almost without touching the ground with their hooves, turned into just elongated lines flying through the air, and all inspired by God rushes!.. Rus', where are you rushing? Give an answer. Doesn't give an answer. The bell rings with a wonderful ringing; The air, torn into pieces, thunders and becomes the wind; everything that is on earth flies past, and, looking askance, other peoples step aside and give way to it” (“Dead Souls.” Chapter 11)

10th–11th grades

Work with text,
made up of different sources

In Russian language lessons we often turn to texts - high school students analyze their content under the guidance of the teacher. As a rule, in the process of such work one text of one author is examined. We offer a more difficult task: working with a “false” text made up of excerpts from two works.

Pseudotext 1

Read the text.

I will repent. The title I came up with, “different-sounding, but equivalent,” is far from scientific immutability. He is just a silhouette, a rough outline of another type of verbal relationships - the phenomenon of synonymy. Concept synonyms has long been the subject of various linguistic interpretations. A wide variety of, often contradictory, considerations have been expressed in the linguistic literature about what a synonym is, what synonyms there are, how realistic this concept is at all, etc. Even the ancient Greeks drew attention to the property of the same words to express the same thought. The Romans advanced further. They saw in synonyms not only a means of replacing one word with another without compromising the meaning, but they were aware of the difference between them...

There are also various definitions synonyms.

Synonyms are defined as words that have the same meaning, as words that denote the same concept or are capable of denoting the same object... Some consider synonyms words that, while naming the same phenomenon of reality, call it differently, give him some new semantic or emotional shades.

1. What linguistic phenomenon are the authors talking about?

2. Which fragments contain the same information, and therefore cannot belong to the same text?

3. Identify significant stylistic differences between these fragments.

4. Connect stylistically similar fragments to identify two source texts.

Explanation for the teacher.

For example, the 1st and 2nd sentences of the 3rd paragraph are written in a scientific style, and the next three sentences are written much more freely (even using the word elevenths).

For self-test

I will repent. The title I came up with, “different-sounding, but equivalent,” is far from scientific immutability. He is just a silhouette, a rough outline of another type of verbal relationships - the phenomenon of synonymy.

Even the ancient Greeks drew attention to the property of the same words to express the same thought.

The Romans advanced further. They saw in synonyms not only a means of replacing one word with another without compromising the meaning, but they were aware of the difference between them...

And yet, until today, researchers have not developed a unified view on the synonymous nature of the word.

Some consider synonyms words that, while naming the same phenomenon of reality, call it differently, giving it some new semantic or emotional shades. Others elevate only words with complete semantic identity to the rank of synonyms, such as

hippopotamus - hippopotamus, linguistics - linguistics...

Others believe that the wealth of synonyms is a problem for a language, as it makes it difficult to use...

(What do we mean by synonyms? – you ask reasonably. E. Varatyan.

Journey into the word) synonyms Concept

has long been the subject of various linguistic interpretations. A wide variety of, often contradictory, considerations have been expressed in the linguistic literature about what a synonym is, what synonyms there are, how realistic this concept is at all, etc.

(There are also different definitions of synonyms. Synonyms are defined as words that have the same meaning, as words that denote the same concept or can denote the same thing...

D.N. Shmelev.

Modern Russian language. Vocabulary)

Pseudotext 2

Pseudotext 2 intertwines lines from the work of N.V. that you know. Gogol and the diary entry of A.A. Blok. “Unravel” this text by first answering the questions.

Questions

...Isn’t it also true for you, Rus', that you are rushing along like a brisk, unstoppable troika? The road beneath you is smoking, the bridges are rattling, everything falls behind and is left behind.

For self-test

The contemplator, amazed by God's miracle, stopped: was this lightning thrown from the sky?

(What does this terrifying movement mean? and what kind of unknown power is contained in these horses, unknown to the light? ...And then the quiet curtain of our doubts, contradictions, falls and madness rises: do you hear the gasping rush of the troika? Do you see her diving through the snowdrifts of the dead and deserted plain? Oh, horses, horses, what kind of horses! Are there whirlwinds in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear burning in every vein of yours? They heard a familiar song from above, together and at once tensed their copper chests and, almost without touching the ground with their hooves, turned into just elongated lines flying through the air, and all inspired by God rushes!.. This is Russia flying to God knows where - into the blue-blue abyss times - on his dismantled and decorated three-piece. Do you see her starry nights with a prayer addressed to us: - Love me, love my beauty! Rus', where are you going? Give an answer. Doesn't give an answer. The bell rings with a wonderful ringing; The air, torn into pieces, thunders and becomes the wind; Dead Souls)

...And then the quiet curtain of our doubts, contradictions, falls and madness rises: do you hear the gasping rush of the troika? Do you see her diving through the snowdrifts of the dead and deserted plain? This is Russia flying to God knows where - into the blue-blue abyss of times - on its dismantled and decorated troika. Do you see her starry eyes with a prayer addressed to us: - Love me, love my beauty! “But we are separated from it by this endless distance of time, this blue frosty haze, this snowy star network. - Who will make his way towards the flying troika along secret and wise paths, stop the lathered horses with a gentle word, and knock over the demonic coachman with a bold hand...

(A.A. Block. Fragment from diary entries)

YES. KHAUSTOVA,
school number 553,
Moscow

Selifan just waved and shouted: “Eh! eh! eh! - smoothly bouncing on the goats, as the troika first flew up the hill, then rushed in spirit from the hillock, with which the entire highway was dotted, rushing downwards with a barely noticeable roll. Chichikov only smiled, flying up slightly on his leather cushion, for he loved driving fast. And what Russian doesn’t like driving fast? Is it possible for his soul, trying to get dizzy, to go on a spree, to sometimes say: “damn it all!” - Is it his soul not to love her? Isn’t it possible to love her when you hear something warily wonderful in her? It seems that an unknown force has taken you on its wing, and you yourself are flying, and everything is flying: miles are flying, merchants are flying towards you on the beams of their wagons, a forest is flying on both sides with dark formations of spruces and pines, with a clumsy knock and the cry of a crow, it flies the whole road goes to God knows where into the disappearing distance, and something terrible is contained in this quick flickering, where the disappearing object does not have time to appear - only the sky above your head, and the light clouds, and the rushing month alone seem motionless. Eh, three! bird three, who invented you? to know, you could only have been born among a lively people, in that land that does not like to joke, but has spread out smoothly across half the world, and go ahead and count the miles until it hits your eyes. And not a cunning, it seems, road projectile, not grabbed by an iron screw, but hastily equipped and assembled alive by an efficient Yaroslavl man with only an ax and a chisel. The driver is not wearing German boots: he has a beard and mittens, and sits on God knows what; but he stood up, swung, and began to sing - the horses like a whirlwind, the spokes in the wheels mixed into one smooth circle, only the road trembled, and a pedestrian who stopped screamed in fear - and there she rushed, rushed, rushed!.. And there you can already see in the distance, like something is gathering dust and drilling into the air.

Is it not so for you, Rus', that you are rushing along like a brisk, unstoppable troika? The road beneath you smokes, the bridges rattle, everything falls behind and is left behind. The contemplator, amazed by God's miracle, stopped: was this lightning thrown from the sky? What does this terrifying movement mean? and what kind of unknown power is contained in these horses, unknown to the light? Oh, horses, horses, what kind of horses! Are there whirlwinds in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear burning in every vein of yours? They heard a familiar song from above, together and at once tensed their copper breasts and, almost without touching the ground with their hooves, turned into just elongated lines flying through the air, and all inspired by God rushes!.. Rus', where are you rushing? Give an answer. Doesn't give an answer. The bell rings with a wonderful ringing; The air, torn into pieces, thunders and becomes the wind; everything that is on earth flies past, and, looking askance, other peoples and states step aside and give way to it.