Simonov Konstantin Mikhailovich Living and dead

Do you have children or not? Shmakov interrupted his thoughts.
Sintsov, all the time, all this month, stubbornly convincing himself at every recollection that everything was in order, that his daughter had been in Moscow for a long time, briefly explained what had happened to his family. In fact, the more forcefully he convinced himself that everything was fine, the weaker he believed in it.
Shmakov looked at his face and realized that it was better not to ask this question.
- Okay, sleep - the halt is short, and you won’t have time to see the first dream!
"What a dream now!" thought Sintsov angrily, but after sitting for a minute with his eyes open, he pecked his nose at his knees, shuddered, opened his eyes again, wanted to say something to Shmakov, and instead, dropping his head on his chest, fell into a dead sleep.
Shmakov looked at him enviously and, taking off his spectacles, began rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger: his eyes ached from insomnia, it seemed that daylight pricked them even through his closed eyelids, but sleep would not come and go.
Over the past three days, Shmakov saw so many dead peers of his murdered son that paternal grief, driven by willpower into the very depths of the soul, came out of these depths and grew into a feeling that no longer applied only to his son, but also to those others who died. before his eyes, and even to those whose death he did not see, but only knew about it. This feeling grew and grew and finally became so great that it turned from grief into anger. And this anger now choked Shmakov. He sat and thought about the fascists, who everywhere, on all the roads of the war, were now trampling to death thousands and thousands of the same age of October as his son, one after another, life after life. Now he hated these Germans as he had once hated the whites. He did not know a greater measure of hatred, and, probably, it did not exist in nature.
Even yesterday he needed an effort on himself to give the order to shoot the German pilot. But today, after the heartbreaking scenes of the crossing, when the fascists, like butchers, cut water from machine guns around the heads of drowning, wounded, but still not finished off people, something turned over in his soul, until this last minute it still did not want to completely turn over, and he took an ill-considered oath to himself not to spare these murderers anywhere, under any circumstances, neither in the war, nor after the war - never!
It must be that now, when he was thinking about this, an expression so unusual appeared on his usually calm face of a naturally kind, middle-aged, intelligent man that he suddenly heard Serpilin's voice:
- Sergei Nikolaevich! What happened to you? What happened?
Serpilin was lying on the grass, his eyes wide open, looking at him.
- Absolutely nothing. Shmakov put on his glasses, and his face assumed its usual expression.
- And if nothing, then tell me what time it is: isn't it time? And it’s too lazy to move your limbs in vain, - Serpilin grinned.
Shmakov looked at his watch and said that seven minutes remained before the end of the halt.
- Then I sleep. Serpilin closed his eyes.
After an hour's rest, which Serpilin, despite the fatigue of the people, did not allow to drag out even for a minute, we moved on, gradually turning to the southeast.
Before the evening halt, another three dozen people wandering through the forest joined the detachment. No one else from their division was caught. All thirty people met after the first halt were from the neighboring division, which was stationed south along the left bank of the Dnieper. All of these were people from different regiments, battalions and rear units, and although among them were three lieutenants and one senior political instructor, no one had any idea where the division headquarters was, or even in what direction he was retreating. However, according to fragmentary and often contradictory stories, it was still possible to present a general picture of the catastrophe.
Judging by the names of the places from which the encirclement came, by the time of the German breakthrough, the division was stretched in a chain for almost thirty kilometers along the front. In addition, she did not have time or failed to properly strengthen herself. The Germans bombed it for twenty hours in a row, and then, throwing several landings in the rear of the division and disrupting control and communications, at the same time, under the cover of aviation, they began crossing the Dnieper at once in three places. Parts of the division were crushed, in places they ran, in places they fought fiercely, but this could no longer change the general course of affairs.
The men from this division walked in small groups, twos and threes. Some were armed, others were unarmed. Serpilin, after talking with them, put everyone in line, mixing with his own fighters. He put the unarmed into service without weapons, saying that they themselves would have to get it in battle, it was not stored for them.
Serpilin spoke coolly to people, but not offensively. Only to the senior political commissar, who justified himself by saying that he was marching, although without weapons, but in full uniform and with a party card in his pocket, Serpilin biliously objected that a communist at the front should keep weapons on a par with his party card.
“We are not going to Calvary, dear comrade,” said Serpilin, “but we are at war. If it is easier for you to have the fascists put you against the wall than to pluck the commissar stars with your own hand, this means that you have a conscience. But this alone is not enough for us. We do not want to stand against the wall, but put the Nazis against the wall. And you can't do it without a weapon. So here it is! Get in line and I expect you to be the first to get your hands on a weapon in combat.
When the embarrassed senior political instructor walked a few steps away, Serpilin called out to him and, unhooking one of the two lemon grenades hanging from his belt, held it out in his palm.
- Take it first!
Sintsov, who as adjutant wrote down names, ranks, and unit numbers in a notebook, silently rejoiced at the reserve of patience and calmness with which Serpilin spoke to people.
It is impossible to penetrate a person's soul, but during these days it seemed to Sintsov more than once that Serpilin himself did not experience the fear of death. It probably wasn't, but it looked like it.
At the same time, Serpilin did not pretend that he did not understand how people were afraid, how they could run, get confused, throw down their weapons. On the contrary, he made them feel that he understood this, but at the same time persistently instilled in them the thought that the fear they experienced and the defeat they experienced were all in the past. That it was so, but it will not be so anymore, that they lost their weapons, but they can acquire them again. Perhaps that is why people did not leave Serpilin depressed, even when he spoke coolly to them. He rightly did not remove the blame from them, but he did not shift all the blame only on their shoulders. People felt it and wanted to prove that he was right.
Before the evening halt there was another meeting, unlike all the others. A sergeant came from a side patrol moving through the very thicket of the forest, bringing with him two armed men. One of them was a short Red Army soldier, wearing a shabby leather jacket over his tunic and with a rifle on his shoulder. The other is a tall, handsome man of about forty, with an aquiline nose and a noble gray hair visible from under his cap, giving significance to his youthful, clean, wrinkle-free face; he was wearing good riding breeches and chrome boots, a brand new PPSh, with a round disk, hung on his shoulder, but the cap on his head was dirty, greasy, and the Red Army tunic that did not converge around the neck and was short in the sleeves was just as dirty and greasy. .
“Comrade brigade commander,” the sergeant said, approaching Serpilin together with these two people, looking sideways at them and holding his rifle at the ready, “may I report? He brought the detainees. Detained and brought under escort, because they do not explain themselves, as well as by their appearance. They didn’t disarm because they refused, and we didn’t want to unnecessarily open fire in the forest.
“Deputy chief of the operational department of the army headquarters, Colonel Baranov,” the man with the machine gun said angrily, with a touch of resentment, throwing his hand to the cap and stretching out in front of Serpilin and Shmakov, who was standing next to him.
- We apologize, - having heard this and, in turn, putting his hand to the cap, said the sergeant who had brought the detainees.
- Why are you sorry? Serpilin turned to him. - They did the right thing by detaining me, and it was right that they brought me to me. So proceed in the future. You can go. I'll ask for your documents, - releasing the sergeant, he turned to the detainee, without naming him by rank.
His lips twitched, and he smiled bewilderedly. It seemed to Sintsov that this man must have known Serpilin, but only now recognized him and was struck by the meeting.
So it was. The man who called himself Colonel Baranov and really bore this name and rank and was in the position that he called when he was brought to Serpilin was so far from thinking that in front of him here, in the forest, in military uniform, surrounded by other commanders , it may turn out to be Serpilin, who for the first minute only noted to himself that the tall brigade commander with a German machine gun on his shoulder very much reminds him of someone.
- Serpilin! he exclaimed, spreading his arms, and it was difficult to understand whether this was a gesture of utter astonishment, or whether he wanted to embrace Serpilin.
“Yes, I am brigade commander Serpilin,” Serpilin said in an unexpectedly dry, tinny voice, “the commander of the division entrusted to me, but I don’t see who you are yet. Your documents!
- Serpilin, I'm Baranov, are you out of your mind?
“For the third time, I ask you to show your documents,” Serpilin said in the same tinny voice.
“I have no documents,” Baranov said after a long pause.
- How come there are no documents?
- It so happened, I accidentally lost ... I left it in that tunic when I changed it for this ... Red Army one. - Baranov moved his fingers along his greasy, not tall, tight tunic.
- Left the documents in that tunic? Do you also have colonel's insignia on that tunic?
“Yes,” Baranov sighed.
- And why should I believe you that you are the deputy chief of the operational department of the army, Colonel Baranov?
- But you know me, we served together in the academy! Baranov muttered already completely lost.
“Suppose that’s the case,” Serpilin said, without softening in the least, with the same tinny harshness unaccustomed to Sintsov, “but if you didn’t meet me, who could confirm your identity, rank and position?”
“Here he is,” Baranov pointed to a Red Army soldier in a leather jacket standing next to him. - This is my driver.
- Do you have documents, comrade fighter? Serpilin turned to the Red Army soldier without looking at Baranov.
- There is ... - the Red Army soldier hesitated for a second, not immediately deciding how to address Serpilin, - yes, Comrade General! He opened his leather jacket, took out a Red Army book wrapped in a rag from the pocket of his tunic, and held it out.
"Yes," Serpilin read aloud. - "Red Army soldier Zolotarev Petr Ilyich, military unit 2214." It's clear. - And he gave the book to the Red Army soldier. - Tell me, Comrade Zolotarev, can you confirm the identity, rank and position of this person, with whom you were detained? - And he, still not turning to Baranov, pointed at him with his finger.
- That's right, Comrade General, it's really Colonel Baranov, I'm his driver.
- So you certify that this is your commander?
“Yes, Comrade General.
- Quit mocking, Serpilin! shouted Baranov nervously.
But Serpilin did not even glance in his direction.
- It's good that at least you can verify the identity of your commander, otherwise, not even an hour, they could have shot him. There are no documents, no insignia, a tunic from someone else's shoulder, boots and breeches of commanders ... - Serpilin's voice became harder and harder with each phrase. - Under what circumstances did you come here? he asked after a pause.
- Now I'll tell you everything ... - began Baranov.
But Serpilin, this time half-turning, interrupted him:
Until I ask you. Speak ... - he again turned to the Red Army soldier.
The Red Army soldier, at first stammering, and then more and more confidently, trying not to forget anything, began to tell how, three days ago, having arrived from the army, they spent the night at the headquarters of the division, how in the morning the colonel went to the headquarters, and the bombing immediately began all around, how soon one arrived from the rear, the driver said that German troops had landed there, and he, having heard this, pulled the car out just in case. And an hour later the colonel ran up, praised him that the car was already at the ready, jumped into it and ordered to quickly drive back to Chausy. When they drove onto the highway, there was already heavy shooting and smoke ahead, they turned onto a country road, drove along it, but again they heard shooting and saw German tanks at the crossroads. Then they turned onto a deaf forest road, drove off it straight into the forest, and the colonel ordered the car to be stopped.
Telling all this, the Red Army soldier sometimes looked askance at his colonel, as if looking for confirmation from him, and he stood silently, his head bowed low. It was the hardest part for him, and he knew it.
- He ordered to stop the car, - Serpilin repeated the last words of the Red Army soldier, - and what's next?
- Then Comrade Colonel ordered me to take out my old tunic and cap from under the seat, I just recently received a new uniform, and left the old tunic and cap with me - just in case, if I lie under the car. The comrade colonel took off his tunic and cap and put on my garrison cap and tunic, said that now I would have to leave the encirclement on foot, and ordered me to douse the car with gasoline and set it on fire. But only I, - the driver faltered, - but only I, Comrade General, did not know that Comrade Colonel had forgotten the documents there, in my tunic, I would, of course, remind you if I knew, otherwise I lit everything together with the car .
He felt guilty.
- You hear? Serpilin turned to Baranov. - Your fighter regrets that he did not remind you of your documents. There was mockery in his voice. - I wonder what would happen if he reminded you of them? - He turned back to the driver: - What happened next?
- Further there were two days, hiding. Until you meet...
“Thank you, Comrade Zolotarev,” said Serpilin. - Put him on the list, Sintsov. Catch up with the column and get in line. You will receive satisfaction at a halt.
The driver started to move, then stopped and looked inquiringly at his colonel, but he still stood with his eyes on the ground.
- Go! Serpilin said commandingly. - You are free.
The driver left. There was a heavy silence.
"Why did you have to ask him in front of me?" They could ask me without compromising the Red Army.
- And I asked him because I trust the story of a soldier with a Red Army book more than the story of a disguised colonel without insignia and documents, - said Serpilin. Now, at least I have a clear picture. We arrived at the division to follow the orders of the army commander. Right or wrong?
“So,” said Baranov, stubbornly looking at the ground.
“And instead they fled at the first danger!” All abandoned and fled. Right or wrong?
- Not really.
- Not really? But as?
But Baranov was silent. As much as he felt offended, there was nothing to object to.
- I compromised him in front of the Red Army! Do you hear, Shmakov? Serpilin turned to Shmakov. - Like a laugh! He got scared, took off his commander's tunic in front of a Red Army soldier, threw away his documents, and I, it turns out, compromised him. It was not I who compromised you in front of a Red Army soldier, but with your shameful behavior you compromised the command staff of the army in front of a Red Army soldier. If my memory serves me right, you were a party member. What, the party card was also burned?
“Everything burned down,” Baranov spread his hands.
- You say that you accidentally forgot all the documents in the tunic? Shmakov, who entered into this conversation for the first time, quietly asked.
- By chance.
- I think you're lying. In my opinion, if your driver reminded you of them, you would still get rid of them at the first opportunity.
- For what? Baranov asked.
- You can see it better.
But I was walking with a weapon.
- If you burned the documents when there was no real danger, then the weapon would have been thrown in front of the first German.
“He kept the weapon for himself because he was afraid of wolves in the forest,” said Serpilin.
- I left weapons against the Germans, against the Germans! Baranov shouted nervously.
"I don't believe it," said Serpilin. - You, the staff commander, had a whole division at hand, so you fled from it! How can you fight the Germans alone?
- Fedor Fedorovich, why talk for a long time? I'm not a boy, I understand everything, - Baranov suddenly said quietly.
But it was precisely this sudden humility, as if a man who had just considered it necessary to justify himself with all his strength, suddenly decided that it would be more useful for him to speak differently, caused a sharp surge of distrust in Serpilin.
- What do you understand?
- Your fault. I will wash it with blood. Give me a company, finally, a platoon, after all, I didn’t go to the Germans, but to my own, can you believe that?
"I don't know," said Serpilin. I don't think you went to anyone. They just walked depending on the circumstances, how it turns out ...
“I curse the hour when I burned the documents…” Baranov began again, but Serpilin interrupted him:
- What do you regret now - I believe. You regret that you were in a hurry, because you got to your own people, but if it had turned out differently, I don’t know, you would have regretted it. How, commissar, - he turned to Shmakov, - will we give this former colonel a company under command?
- No, - said Shmakov.
- Platoon?
- Not.
- In my opinion, too. After everything that has happened, I would rather trust your driver to command you than you them! - said Serpilin, and for the first time, half a tone softer than all that had been said before, turned to Baranov: - Go and get in line with this brand new machine gun of yours and try, as you say, to wash away your guilt with the blood of ... Germans, - he added after a pause. - And you will need your own. Given the power given to us here with the commissar, you have been demoted to the rank and file until we go out to our own. And there you explain your actions, and we explain our arbitrariness.
- All? Do you have anything more to say to me? Baranov asked, raising his angry eyes to Serpilin.
Something trembled in Serpilin's face at these words; he even closed his eyes for a second to hide their expression.
“Say thanks for not being shot for cowardice,” Shmakov snapped instead of Serpilin.
"Sintsov," said Serpilin, opening his eyes, "put Baranov's troops on the lists." Go with him, - he nodded towards Baranov, - to Lieutenant Khoryshev and tell him that the fighter Baranov is at his disposal.
- Your power, Fedor Fedorovich, I will do everything, but do not expect me to forget it for you.
Serpilin folded his hands behind his back, cracked them in his wrists, and said nothing.
“Come with me,” Sintsov said to Baranov, and they began to catch up with the column that had gone ahead.
Shmakov looked intently at Serpilin. Excited himself by what had happened, he felt that Serpilin was even more shocked. Apparently, the brigade commander was very upset by the shameful behavior of an old colleague, about whom, probably, he had a completely different, high opinion before.
- Fedor Fedorovich!
- What? Serpilin replied as if half asleep, even with a start: he was lost in his thoughts and forgot that Shmakov was walking beside him, shoulder to shoulder.
- Why are you upset? How long did you serve together? Did you know him well?
Serpilin looked at Shmakov with an absent-minded glance and answered with an evasiveness unlike himself, which surprised the commissar:
- And who knows who! Let's better add a step to the halt!
Shmakov, who did not like to be imposed, fell silent, and both of them, quickening their pace, walked side by side until the very halt, without saying a word, each occupied with his own thoughts.
Shmakov did not guess. Although Baranov did indeed serve with Serpilin at the academy, Serpilin not only did not have a high opinion of him, but, on the contrary, was of the worst kind. He considered Baranov not a careerist without abilities, who was not interested in the benefit of the army, but only in his own promotion. While teaching at the academy, Baranov was ready today to support one doctrine, and tomorrow another, to call white black and black white. Deftly applying himself to what, as it seemed to him, might please "above", he did not disdain to support even direct errors based on ignorance of the facts, which he himself knew very well.
His forte was reports and reports on the armies of alleged opponents; looking for real and imaginary weaknesses, he obsequiously hushed up all the strengths and dangerous aspects of the future enemy. Serpilin, despite all the then complexity of conversations on such topics, scolded Baranov twice for this in private, and the third time publicly.
He then had to recall this under completely unexpected circumstances; and God only knows what labor it cost him now, during a conversation with Baranov, not to express all that suddenly stirred up in his soul.
He did not know whether he was right or wrong, thinking about Baranov what he thought about him, but he knew for sure that now was not the time and place for memories, good or bad - it does not matter!
The most difficult moment in their conversation was the moment when Baranov suddenly looked inquiringly and angrily straight into his eyes. But, it seems, he withstood this look, and Baranov left reassured, at least judging by his parting impudent phrase.
Well, so be it! He, Serpilin, does not want and cannot have any personal accounts with the fighter Baranov, who is under his command. If he fights bravely, Serpilin will thank him before the formation; if he honestly lays down his head, Serpilin will report about it; if he gets scared and runs, Serpilin will order to shoot him, just as he would have ordered to shoot any other. Everything is correct. But how hard on the soul!
A halt was made near human habitation, which for the first time in a day was found in the forest. On the edge of the wasteland plowed under the garden stood the old hut of the forester. Immediately, nearby, there was a well, which delighted people exhausted by the heat.
Sintsov, taking Baranov to Khoryshev, went into the hut. It consisted of two rooms; the door to the second was closed; from there came the lingering, aching cry of a woman. The first room was pasted over the logs with old newspapers. In the right corner hung a goddess with poor, without riza, icons. On a wide bench next to two commanders who had entered the hut before Sintsov, a stern, eighty-year-old man, dressed in everything clean - a white shirt and white trousers, sat motionless and silent. His whole face was cut with wrinkles as deep as cracks, and on his thin neck a pectoral cross hung on a worn copper chain.
A small, nimble grandmother, probably the same age as the old man, but who seemed much younger than him because of her quick movements, greeted Sintsov with a bow, removed another faceted glass from the wall shelf hung with towels and placed it in front of Sintsov on the table, where two glasses were already standing. and a bucket. Before the arrival of Sintsov, the grandmother treated the commanders who entered the hut with milk.
Sintsov asked her if it was possible to collect something to eat for the commander and commissar of the division, adding that they had their own bread.
- What to treat now, only milk. Grandma spread her hands in dismay. - Unless you kindle the oven, boil potatoes, if there is time.
Sintsov didn't know if there was enough time, but he asked to boil the potatoes just in case.
- The old potatoes are still left, last year's ... - said the grandmother and began to fuss at the stove.
Sintsov drank a glass of milk; he wanted to drink more, but, looking into the bucket, which was less than half left, he felt ashamed. Both commanders, who also probably wanted to drink another glass, said goodbye and left. Sintsov stayed with his grandmother and the old man. After fussing around the stove and putting a torch under the firewood, the grandmother went into the next room and returned a minute later with matches. Both times, when she opened and closed the door, a loud aching cry burst out from there.
- What is it with you, who is crying? asked Sintsov.
Dunka is singing, my granddaughter. Her boyfriend was killed. He is dry-handed, they did not take him to the war. They drove the collective farm herd from Nelidovo, he went with the herd, and as they crossed the highway, bombs were dropped on them and killed. The second day howls, - the grandmother sighed.
She kindled a torch, put on the fire a cast-iron with already washed potatoes, probably for herself, then sat down next to her old man on the bench and, leaning on the table, became sad.
We are all at war. Sons at war, grandchildren at war. Will the German come here soon, eh?
- I do not know.
- And then they came from Nelidovo, they said that the German was already in Chausy.
- I do not know. Sintsov didn't really know what to answer.
“It must be soon,” said the grandmother. - The herds have been driven for five days, they wouldn’t have stopped in vain. And here we are, - she pointed with a dry hand to the bucket, - we drink the last milk. They also gave away a cow. Let them drive, God willing, when they drive back. The neighbor said that there were few people left in Nelidovo, everyone was leaving ...
She said all this, and the old man sat silent; for all the time that Sintsov was in the hut, he did not say a single word. He was very old and seemed to want to die now, without waiting for the Germans to follow these people in Red Army uniform into his hut. And such melancholy was seized upon looking at him, such melancholy was heard in the aching sobs of women behind the wall, that Sintsov could not restrain himself and went out, saying that he would be right back.

Victims of training in femininity and sexuality find it difficult to adapt to schemes that really work in relationships with men.

Other ladies write about having an “8 dates” rule before the first sex, and that they voice this rule during the first few dates, which guys usually accept with understanding.

Why does it work? Because the girl honestly speaks about her rules right away, and does not wag her tail. If the guy does not agree, he can stop courtship. But if he agrees, then he knows that if he lasts 8 dates, there is no need to take the fortress by storm - his caresses will be accepted with joy. That is, voicing the rules immediately simplifies the situation for all participants: the guy does not need to try to storm the girl's honor, and the girl does not have to defend it. The frontier for the future exchange of caresses is predetermined.

You are wrong if you think guys like to storm girls and get rejected. They will probably prefer to know the conditions of the game in advance: even if he has to wait another 3-4-10 dates, he would rather do it than constantly pester and get rebuffed. Honesty and certainty are important.

At the first sex, a man worries more than you.

Both of you are worried, not just you. He worries no less than yours, and even more - it is he who may not get up or everything will end in 5 seconds. You have nothing to worry about in this regard, besides whether he wants to see you after the first sex. The less stress he will experience during the first joint sexual experience, the greater the chance that everything will be fine in the future.

And to be sure that the future will take place, emotional intimacy, or a sense of community and trust, is important. Different people need different times to connect with another person on an emotional level: while others do not even have a year.

Why? Because they do not know how to control themselves and control their thoughts, they are not able to open up to another person, remove their “protection”, they are used to lying and pretending. Usually these people do not love and do not value themselves, so they are afraid to tell the truth and confess their desires, feelings, they have suffered too much in the past and are afraid that they will be deceived again.

It turns out a vicious circle: their closeness prevents them from establishing full contact with another person and understanding his true intentions, so they waste a lot of time on liars who tell them the right words that they want to hear, but in fact, they are just trying to use them again. At the same time, they miss out on good men because they deceive them about their requests and intentions.

Really loving relationships are built on the strong physical attractiveness of partners for each other, crazy chemistry, and not at all on the desire to insert one and the other to receive material compensation for an act of love. A girl in love herself wants closeness, kisses, hugs. Unloved - wants to make sure that a man has spent enough money so that he does not have enough for another lady, and as proof of his "sincere" interest.

True loving relationships are built on strong mutual attraction.

How would you feel if, instead of being interested in your appearance and character, the candidate was more interested in your salary and the availability of an apartment and a summer house?

Even if great feelings did not materialize in your ideal union in the past, the lack of feelings and the desire to “sell high” will lead you to an even greater impasse, from which it will be difficult to get out.

Without sexual chemistry, you won't last long in a marriage. Simulating orgasms eventually get tired, and you will begin to look for reasons to refuse to perform "marital duties." The husband will be offended and assume that you used him to immigrate. He will have a desire to take revenge and somehow punish you for deceiving and wasting his irreplaceable life years. What this will lead to is difficult to predict, but definitely not good.

The humorous 3-date rule says, "If she hasn't kissed you by the 3rd date, she's here for the food."

If you don’t feel like kissing and hugging a man for the 3rd date, if you absolutely can’t imagine yourself in bed with him - you don’t need “more time” at all to “start trusting” him - you need to gather your courage and confess to him and yourself that you are not in love and are unlikely to fall in love. In the presence of sympathy, if this did not happen, you have no physical attraction to him.

If you know about your problem with trust in relationships and low sexual arousal, try to regularly imagine yourself in bed with this candidate, how he touches you, kisses, hugs, takes off your clothes, mutual bodily caresses during sexual intercourse. What feelings do you experience? If none or negative, you know the relationship is doomed.

Think back to a man you had crazy love and sexual chemistry with. This is what you need to look for, only with a different character, more suitable for a faithful and loving husband.

I am decent

Recently, I received a letter through comments from a girl who angrily claims that “she is not like that” and after 3 dates she is not ready to make love.

I am decent, so a man must provide and spend money, but let's wait with sex.

“This state of affairs is offensive to me. And it doesn’t matter if they pay for me, they don’t pay, even if I really like a man, I won’t go to bed with him on the third date. So I was either brought up, or I myself am like that. It's not for you to dance! I'm not going to change myself, even though I'm not a girl for a long time, and I have a child. And I can be faithful for a very long time, even in the absence of a man, while having a Ukrainian hot temperament. And I will become closer to someone only after I understand that something more than sex can connect us. At the same time, I need to get to know the person, his way of life and at least a little, but to be imbued with trust in him, and make sure that he is not a girl-seeker for one night ... and I consider it impossible to do this in three meetings.

Yes, and children, why does everyone spit on the status of the mother? Since I can not pay attention to the security of a foreign man, if, when moving to him, I will be completely dependent on him for the first couple of years in a foreign country, and this is if you do not think about joint children? In general, I consider the article one-sided, exaggerated and insulting towards all girls and women who do not want to be a man in a skirt.”

In general, “I am decent”, so the man must provide, spend money, and I will “study” him until I decide that he has earned access to the body.

And everything seems to be fine, but there is one thing missing - understanding the situation when communicating with foreign men via the Internet, when just to meet you, they have to fly thousands of kilometers and spend thousands of dollars.

Let's look deeper

For all that, the author of the comment has a small child and has never been married. This is not a problem (even positive for finding a husband abroad, there will be no puzzles with taking a child abroad if the child officially does not have a father) - the problem is a misunderstanding of men in general and foreigners in particular.

The expression "create a family" means in English "make new children", not legal marriage.

The lady's profile is replete with the expressions "create a family", which in English means "make new children" - and not at all an official marriage. At least this difference should be known to all seekers of foreign princes.

The girl herself is attractive and has a good chance of finding a suitable partner abroad, but her position in the relationship can greatly hinder her.

Imagine, a wealthy man, in her understanding, should come to visit her for the bride, but he should not count on affection. Offended by fate, she is afraid of becoming a victim of a “one-night stand seeker”. Therefore, a man needs to demonstrate himself for a long time and prove that he is worthy of access to the body. 3 meetings - this is not enough for her.

In the profile about this, of course, not a word - only big words about finding your soulmate and love, the importance of the family.

If a person has such strong views about how the courtship process and long-term abstinence from sex should go, why not be honest about what she wants from the very beginning? This will save long explanations and resentments in the future.

Of course, if a fan came to visit you, you don’t owe him anything - but inviting an admirer for a personal meeting, when you are not yet sure that he is the person you need, is rather ugly if it costs him at least a month salaries.

• If you need to know his lifestyle - ask questions. Ask for photos and videos.
• If he spent many months chatting with you on Skype for 1-2 hours a day, he is clearly not a one-night stand.
• If you need to know that he will agree to provide for you and the child for at least 2 years after the move, then this should also be said right away, preferably already in the profile.

This is where problems come from - you write general words in your profile, and then you start putting forward requirements and conditions. Write immediately what you need- and you'll be more likely to get what you're looking for.

Be truthful with men if you want them to be honest with you.

What to write in the profile

Stamps about the importance of the family, the search for a soul mate and love - this is a waste of advertising space to the wind. You only have 200 signs to hook a man with your uniqueness and enthusiasm. The repetition of common truths that can be read in every female profile is boring.

The ability to create “sexual tension” already in correspondence helps inspire men to meet in person.

That is why men complain that girls write “the same thing” in their profiles, it is difficult for them to distinguish one woman from another, their descriptions of themselves are so identical.

Write interesting. If you have specific ideas about how the courtship process should go, voice them right away. This can be an added advantage that makes you different from others. It is important how to express it - the positive will always win.

For example, if the girl’s statements above are true, and not feigned “decency”, then she should write like this (the first 200 characters of the message are visible immediately, to read the rest, the man needs to click on the button):

“I am looking for a partner for life, a lover, a friend and a husband all rolled into one. I like men who are firmly established in life and know what they want. Smart and kind men attract me. I have never been married, but I have a 2 year old son for whom having a male pattern in his life will be an opportunity to grow into a guy who sees loving relationships in his family and can find the same for himself in the future.

What you need to know about me: sex for me is the highest expression of mutual love and trust, and I believe that in order to get to know each other and be able to trust a partner, it takes time. I am ready to take this time to get to know my future husband, to be sure that there is not only physical attraction between us, but also a commonality of goals and views. We will be able to get to know each other by communicating via Skype and email, exchanging photos and videos, and after - in person.

I'm looking for relationships for life. Therefore, I am ready to invest my time in getting to know each other, the lifestyle of my future partner and a possible place where I will move to live from my country. For me, this is an extremely important decision, because I want to become a faithful wife to my beloved and only man.

For my part, I see myself as a housewife, at least until my son is 5 years old. I will be happy to create an oasis of comfort for my beloved man, surround him with care and love, cook delicious food for him, be his home goddess.

I hope to meet a man who is close to my ideas.”

And in the “Requirements for a partner” block, write:

“If you have read my profile and you like my ideas about courtship and life together, I would love to receive a letter or expression of interest from you!”

If you are really afraid to have sex before marriage, you can write that you are one of those girls who believe in sex only after marriage (this is somewhat beyond the reality if you have an illegitimate child).

There are many men who are shy and do not even know how to ask for sex from a girl and what to do in bed, have no relationship experience. So they will be glad of the opportunity to meet a woman who does not expect lovemaking in the near future. Each message has its own audience.

If you are looking for a man who is ready to wait for months and is looking for a serious relationship without sex, you can find them. You just have to be honest.

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A chance meeting may turn out to be the highlight of the last few years, even for the most sophisticated connoisseurs of life. Elsa is a divorced writer who brings up three children alone, meets a young guy, likes to have fun with her friends and is not averse to having an affair. Pierre is a lawyer, happily married, has long abandoned trips to the side, rides around on a motor scooter and occasionally indulges in weed. The meeting of these two dissimilar people awakens a volcano of passion, the fury of which is difficult to contain with rules and moral principles.

“Don’t talk about love, everything has been said about it,” a well-known song once said. Indeed, something new on the topic of love is incredibly difficult to say. However, there is always room for interpretations of certain events associated with the feeling of falling in love, which is what musicians, artists and, of course, filmmakers use. With varying degrees of audience involvement, many take on this, but not everyone has such trumps up their sleeves as "One Meeting" - Paris, Sophie Marceau and Francois Cluzet.

Lisa Azuelos not only acted as a producer, screenwriter and director of the film, but also played the most ungrateful role in it - the role of the wife of the protagonist, who decided on adultery

However, let's put aside the story about the actors for now, the main thing in this picture is the screenwriter and director Lisa Azuelos. Yes, yes, someone could consider that not the most successful experience for Lisa in Hollywood (the Americans did not dare to put on a remake of the French romantic comedy "LOL" themselves and called the author of the original source - Madame Azuelos into the director's chair) forever discouraged the woman from commanding on the set. But, it seems, the failure of “Summer. Odnoklassniki. Love "only spurred Azuelos, she got together and wrote a really beautiful, dynamic, bright and unusually romantic script. Moreover, she personally transferred the story from paper pages to the screen and did it with extraordinary energy, humor and enthusiasm not always characteristic of respectable adults.

From the very beginning of work on the script, Azuelos saw François Cluzet in the title role, despite the fact that he still rarely appeared in romantic images. The director explained her choice by the fact that she sees the French Hugh Grant in Cluse.

"One meeting" is addressed primarily to the generation "over 35". It is believed that at this age it is too late to rush into adventures and amorous adventures. Perhaps this is so, but love, if it is a real sincere feeling, cannot be kept within limits and fetters. In one of his SMS in the film, the hero tells his passion: "I'm fifteen again", and you can believe it, because such feelings really inspire. That's just a picture of Lisa Azuelos, not only about how beautiful love is, but also about the fact that at any age, under any circumstances, a person does not belong only to himself. The older we get, the more connections we grow. With such a root system that has penetrated deeply into the family, career, business, it is more and more difficult to take off. Willy-nilly, you will think - is it necessary?

Azuelos approaches the issue with humor. Until the very end of the film, it is not clear how the story will end - after all, many of its scenes turn out to be the dreams of heroes, dreams and imagination. However, all these "tricks" are made with grace, respect for the viewer and do not let you get bored (we are sure that you will also be fooled by the buffering and the elegant docking of the picture with Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet). This lightness and a special level of trust make The Encounter one of the cutest French films to come out this year.

Returning to the actors, I just want to say that Marceau and Cluse made a really hot couple. Moreover, she stirs up interest not with some erotic scenes (although this is present, thanks, Sophie), not with sparkling humor or acting techniques. On the contrary, there seems to be some kind of chill between the characters, they don't kiss too zealously, they are often more restrained in their feelings than it seems necessary, but this is exactly what makes the characters alive.

No one is immune from mistakes in life. "One meeting" in the easiest and most accessible form poses a difficult question to the viewer: what is better - stability or an energy surge? Thrilling secrets or lightness and sincerity with loved ones? Flying or a steady but grounded position? The film provides an opportunity to look at all sides of these elections. Only this is unlikely to benefit anyone - no one likes to learn from the mistakes of others, give everyone your own. Although it is pleasant to make such mistakes even in your own way. Especially in Paris. Especially with Sophie Marceau.

It must be that now, when he was thinking about this, an expression so unusual appeared on his usually calm face of a naturally kind, middle-aged, intelligent man that he suddenly heard Serpilin's voice:

Sergey Nikolaevich! What happened to you? What happened?

Serpilin was lying on the grass, his eyes wide open, looking at him.

Absolutely nothing. Shmakov put on his glasses, and his face assumed its usual expression.

And if nothing, then tell me what time it is: isn't it time? And it’s too lazy to move your limbs in vain, - Serpilin grinned.

Shmakov looked at his watch and said that seven minutes remained before the end of the halt.

Then I sleep. Serpilin closed his eyes.

After an hour's rest, which Serpilin, despite the fatigue of the people, did not allow to drag out even for a minute, we moved on, gradually turning to the southeast.

Before the evening halt, another three dozen people wandering through the forest joined the detachment. No one else from their division was caught. All thirty people met after the first halt were from the neighboring division, which was stationed south along the left bank of the Dnieper. All of these were people from different regiments, battalions and rear units, and although among them were three lieutenants and one senior political instructor, no one had any idea where the division headquarters was, or even in what direction he was retreating. However, according to fragmentary and often contradictory stories, it was still possible to present a general picture of the catastrophe.

Judging by the names of the places from which the encirclement came, by the time of the German breakthrough, the division was stretched in a chain for almost thirty kilometers along the front. In addition, she did not have time or failed to properly strengthen herself. The Germans bombed it for twenty hours in a row, and then, throwing several landings in the rear of the division and disrupting control and communications, at the same time, under the cover of aviation, they began crossing the Dnieper at once in three places. Parts of the division were crushed, in places they ran, in places they fought fiercely, but this could no longer change the general course of affairs.

The men from this division walked in small groups, twos and threes. Some were armed, others were unarmed. Serpilin, after talking with them, put everyone in line, mixing with his own fighters. He put the unarmed into service without weapons, saying that they themselves would have to get it in battle, it was not stored for them.

Serpilin spoke coolly to people, but not offensively. Only to the senior political commissar, who justified himself by saying that he was marching, although without weapons, but in full uniform and with a party card in his pocket, Serpilin biliously objected that a communist at the front should keep weapons on a par with his party card.

We are not going to Golgotha, dear comrade,” said Serpilin, “but we are at war. If it is easier for you to have the fascists put you against the wall than to pluck the commissar stars with your own hand, this means that you have a conscience. But this alone is not enough for us. We do not want to stand against the wall, but put the Nazis against the wall. And you can't do it without a weapon. So here it is! Get in line and I expect you to be the first to get your hands on a weapon in combat.

When the embarrassed senior political instructor walked a few steps away, Serpilin called out to him and, unhooking one of the two lemon grenades hanging from his belt, held it out in his palm.

Take it to get started!

Sintsov, who as adjutant wrote down names, ranks, and unit numbers in a notebook, silently rejoiced at the reserve of patience and calmness with which Serpilin spoke to people.

It is impossible to penetrate a person's soul, but during these days it seemed to Sintsov more than once that Serpilin himself did not experience the fear of death. It probably wasn't, but it looked like it.

At the same time, Serpilin did not pretend that he did not understand how people were afraid, how they could run, get confused, throw down their weapons. On the contrary, he made them feel that he understood this, but at the same time persistently instilled in them the thought that the fear they experienced and the defeat they experienced were all in the past. That it was so, but it will not be so anymore, that they lost their weapons, but they can acquire them again. Perhaps that is why people did not leave Serpilin depressed, even when he spoke coolly to them. He rightly did not remove the blame from them, but he did not shift all the blame only on their shoulders. People felt it and wanted to prove that he was right.

Before the evening halt there was another meeting, unlike all the others. A sergeant came from a side patrol moving through the very thicket of the forest, bringing with him two armed men. One of them was a short Red Army soldier, wearing a shabby leather jacket over his tunic and with a rifle on his shoulder. The other is a tall, handsome man of about forty, with an aquiline nose and a noble gray hair visible from under his cap, giving significance to his youthful, clean, wrinkle-free face; he was wearing good riding breeches and chrome boots, a brand new PPSh, with a round disk, hung on his shoulder, but the cap on his head was dirty, greasy, and the Red Army tunic that did not converge around the neck and was short in the sleeves was just as dirty and greasy. .

Comrade brigade commander,” the sergeant said, approaching Serpilin together with these two people, looking askance at them and holding his rifle at the ready, “permit me to report? He brought the detainees. Detained and brought under escort, because they do not explain themselves, as well as by their appearance. They didn’t disarm because they refused, and we didn’t want to unnecessarily open fire in the forest.

Colonel Baranov, deputy chief of the operational department of the army headquarters, - abruptly, throwing his hand to the cap and stretching out in front of Serpilin and Shmakov, who was standing next to him, angrily, with a touch of resentment, said the man with the machine gun.

We apologize, - having heard this and, in turn, putting his hand to the cap, said the sergeant who brought the detainees.

What are you apologizing for? Serpilin turned to him. - They did the right thing by detaining me, and it was right that they brought me to me. So proceed in the future. You can go. I'll ask for your documents, - releasing the sergeant, he turned to the detainee, without naming him by rank.

His lips twitched, and he smiled bewilderedly. It seemed to Sintsov that this man must have known Serpilin, but only now recognized him and was struck by the meeting.

So it was. The man who called himself Colonel Baranov and really bore this name and rank and was in the position that he called when he was brought to Serpilin was so far from thinking that in front of him here, in the forest, in military uniform, surrounded by other commanders , it may turn out to be Serpilin, who for the first minute only noted to himself that the tall brigade commander with a German machine gun on his shoulder very much reminds him of someone.

Serpilin! he exclaimed, spreading his arms, and it was difficult to understand whether this was a gesture of utter astonishment, or whether he wanted to embrace Serpilin.

Yes, I am brigade commander Serpilin,” Serpilin said in an unexpectedly dry, tinny voice, “the commander of the division entrusted to me, but I don’t see who you are yet. Your documents!

Serpilin, I'm Baranov, are you out of your mind?

For the third time, I ask you to show your documents,” Serpilin said in the same tinny voice.

I have no documents, - Baranov said after a long pause.

How come there are no documents?

It so happened, I accidentally lost ... I left it in that tunic when I changed it for this ... Red Army one. - Baranov moved his fingers along his greasy, tight tunic.

Left the documents in that tunic? Do you also have colonel's insignia on that tunic?

Yes, Baranov sighed.

And why should I believe you that you are the deputy chief of the operational department of the army, Colonel Baranov?

But you know me, we served together at the academy! Baranov muttered already completely lost.

Let's suppose that's the case,” Serpilin said without softening, still with the same tinny harshness unusual for Sintsov, “but if you didn't meet me, who could confirm your identity, rank and position?

Here he is, - Baranov pointed to a Red Army soldier in a leather jacket standing next to him. - This is my driver.

Do you have documents, comrade fighter? Serpilin turned to the Red Army soldier without looking at Baranov.

There is ... - the Red Army soldier hesitated for a second, not immediately deciding how to address Serpilin, - there is, Comrade General! He opened his leather jacket, took out a Red Army book wrapped in a rag from the pocket of his tunic, and held it out.

Yes,” Serpilin read aloud. - "Red Army soldier Zolotarev Petr Ilyich, military unit 2214." It's clear. - And he gave the book to the Red Army soldier. - Tell me, Comrade Zolotarev, can you confirm the identity, rank and position of this person, with whom you were detained? - And he, still not turning to Baranov, pointed at him with his finger.

That's right, Comrade General, it's really Colonel Baranov, I'm his driver.

So you certify that this is your commander?

That's right, Comrade General.

Stop mocking, Serpilin! shouted Baranov nervously.

But Serpilin did not even glance in his direction.

It's good that at least you can verify the identity of your commander, otherwise, not even the hour, you could have shot him. There are no documents, no insignia, a tunic from someone else's shoulder, boots and breeches of commanders ... - Serpilin's voice became harder and harder with each phrase. - Under what circumstances did you come here? he asked after a pause.

Now I'll tell you everything ... - began Baranov.

But Serpilin, this time half-turning, interrupted him:

Until I ask you. Speak ... - he again turned to the Red Army soldier.

The Red Army soldier, at first stammering, and then more and more confidently, trying not to forget anything, began to tell how, three days ago, having arrived from the army, they spent the night at the headquarters of the division, how in the morning the colonel went to the headquarters, and the bombing immediately began all around, how soon one arrived from the rear, the driver said that German troops had landed there, and he, having heard this, pulled the car out just in case. And an hour later the colonel ran up, praised him that the car was already at the ready, jumped into it and ordered to quickly drive back to Chausy. When they drove onto the highway, there was already heavy shooting and smoke ahead, they turned onto a country road, drove along it, but again they heard shooting and saw German tanks at the crossroads. Then they turned onto a deaf forest road, drove off it straight into the forest, and the colonel ordered the car to be stopped.

Telling all this, the Red Army soldier sometimes looked askance at his colonel, as if looking for confirmation from him, and he stood silently, his head bowed low. It was the hardest part for him, and he knew it.

He ordered to stop the car, - Serpilin repeated the last words of the Red Army soldier, - and what's next?

Then Comrade Colonel ordered me to take out my old tunic and cap from under the seat, I had just recently received a new outfit, and left my old tunic and cap with me - just in case, if I lie under the car. The comrade colonel took off his tunic and cap and put on my garrison cap and tunic, said that now I would have to leave the encirclement on foot, and ordered me to douse the car with gasoline and set it on fire. But only I, - the driver faltered, - but only I, Comrade General, did not know that Comrade Colonel had forgotten the documents there, in my tunic, I would, of course, remind you if I knew, otherwise I lit everything together with the car .

Lesson topic. Descriptive words in the main sentence. Soldier's move.

The purpose of the lesson: to form language knowledge and skills; develop oral and written speech; culture of speech; replenish vocabulary; moral education.

Lesson type: combined.

visibility: table "Complex sentence", portrait of the writer, cards.

DURING THE CLASSES.

Organizing time.

Greetings; checking the readiness of students for the lesson; filling out the journal and marking the missing;

Country news…

Survey and repetition of the material covered.

Checking written assignments and replacing notebooks;

Questions and answers on part 1 of an excerpt from the novel "The Living and the Dead".

Who is Fedor Fedorovich Serpilin?

What has he been doing all his life?

Why was he arrested?

Why did he return to Moscow?

What did he want to prove?

What was Serpilin afraid of?

What losses did Serpilin's regiment suffer?

Were the forces of the enemy and Serpilin's regiment equal?

Repetition of the rules: adventitious modus operandi.

How many commas should be in a sentence?

Russia has white birch trees,

cedars, forgetting how old they are,

The mountains, gray from eternal winds,

Rivers, which have no name.

Summary of the survey.

The first days of the 1941 war were especially difficult, because the command was not clear. The armies (soldiers) were assigned one task: to fight to the death! Because of this, most were surrounded. And only the selfless dedication of people could lead our people to further victory.

New topic ( continuation ).

Annotated reading of the 2nd part of an excerpt from the novel, pp. 126 – 129.

At the end of the fifth and beginning of the sixth chapter, K. Simonov continues to talk about Serpilin. Serpilin comes to the conclusion that it is pointless to remain in the same position. The remnants of the regiment can be destroyed by German aircraft without loss to themselves. He understands that the remnants of the former division were surrounded. Serpilin firmly believes that it is necessary to save the survivors

soldier, break out of encirclement. He expresses his opinion to the seriously wounded division commander Zaichikov.

The dying divisional commander writes an order to appoint Serpilin instead of himself and agrees to leave the encirclement.

At the beginning of the sixth chapter, the author shows how the remnants of the Serpilin division (when leaving the encirclement) are joined by many scattered military units that do not know the situation and are left without commanders. Serpilin takes responsibility for his own and other soldiers. But one of the next few days, Serpilin has a meeting with a man whom he

knew before the war, and now I saw him as a coward. This man Baranov is the deputy chief of staff. He chickened out, left a part at a difficult moment. Changed the officer's tunic for a soldier's tunic, burned it in

car with your documents. Serpilin, in a conversation with Baranov, makes it clear that he considers his behavior unworthy of the title of Soviet commander. Serpilin takes the cowardice of the headquarters worker hard, but accepts the cruel

solution: demote the former colonel to the ranks.

We see the act of another commander as directly opposite, who led his soldiers from the very border near Brest, died while fulfilling his commanding duty, instilling courage and fearlessness in the soldiers by personal example.

...Before the evening halt, there was another meeting, unlike all the others...

– I have no documents,” said Baranov after a long pause.

– And why should I believe you that you are the deputy chief of the operational department of the army, Colonel Baranov?

– Now I'll tell you everything...,” began Baranov. But Serpilin... interrupted him:

– Until I ask you. Speak ... - he again turned to the Red Army soldier.

The Red Army soldier, at first stammering, and then more confidently, trying not to forget anything, began to tell how they arrived from the army three days ago, spent the night at the army headquarters, ... and the bombing began all around ....

– ... Comrade Colonel took off his tunic and cap and put on my cap and tunic, said that now I would have to leave on foot

environment, and told me to douse the car with gasoline and set it on fire. But only I, - the driver stammered, - but only, Comrade General, did not know that Comrade Colonel had forgotten the documents there, in his tunic, I would, of course, remind you if I knew ... . the driver left. There was a heavy silence.

– Why did you have to ask him in front of me? You could have asked me without compromising the Red Army.

– I compromised him in front of a Red Army soldier! ... It was not I who compromised you in front of the Red Army, but you, with your shameful behavior, compromised the command staff of the army in front of the Red Army.

...After everything that happened, I would rather trust your driver to command you than you them! Serpilin said... Given the power given to us here with the commissar, you have been demoted to the rank and file until we go out to our own. And there you explain your actions, and we - our arbitrariness ... .

Having bypassed the location of the detachment, checked the patrols and sent reconnaissance to the highway, Serpilin, in anticipation of her return, decided to rest ....

... Serpilin was awakened by the word "tool"... .

– What is the tool? German?

– Our. And with him five fighters.

Serpilin looked at the gunners, wondering if what he had just heard might be true. And the longer he looked at them, the clearer it became to him that this incredible story is the real truth, and what the Germans write in their leaflets about their victory is only a plausible lie and nothing more.

Five blackened faces, touched by hunger, five pairs of tired, overworked hands, five worn-out, dirty gymnasts whipped with branches, five German machine guns taken in battle and a cannon, the last cannon of the division, not in the sky, but on the ground, not by a miracle, but by a soldier’s hands dragged here from the border, for more than four hundred miles ... . No, you're lying, gentlemen, fascists, it won't be your way!

Serpilin went up to the grave and, pulling off his cap, looked silently at the ground for a long time, as if trying to see ... the face of a man who, with battles, brought from Brest to this Zadneprovsky forest all that was left of his division: five fighters and a cannon with the last projectile.

Serpilin had never seen this man, but it seemed to him that he knew very well what kind of person he was. The one for which the soldiers go into fire and water, the one whose dead body, sacrificing life, is taken out of the battle, the one whose orders are carried out even after death. The way you have to be to get this gun and these people out. But even these people, whom he brought out, were worth their commander. He was like that because he went with them... .

vocabulary work.

- in vain - biderek, peydasyz

- misunderstanding -ýalňyşlyk

- dive - hujum etmek

- halt - rest - dynç almak üçin duralga

- stutter - dili tutulma

- to disgrace - to disgrace - masgaralamak

- verst - a little more than 1 km

Explain phraseology:into fire and water - go for everything without hesitation, sacrificing everything.

Find in the text examples of the heroism of soldiers and commanders in the first days of the war, on assignment 16, p. 129.

Fixing the topic.

1). Questions and answers on the 2nd part of the passage.

What is this part of the novel "The Living and the Dead" about?

How did the fate of the protagonist Fyodor Serpilin develop before the war and at the beginning of the war?

In what circumstances is the regiment and division under his command?

What commander was F. Serpilin?

2). To evaluate the act of Baranov and the behavior of F. Serpilin, on assignment 15, p. 129.

Homework.

one). Write off, underline unions, on task 18, p. 130. (written)

1. We must live in such a way that every day seems new.

2. Cranes screamed sadly, as if they were calling with them.

3. In the morning the weather began to deteriorate, as if late autumn had come.

4. It's easy to work when your work is appreciated.

5. Fighters are built so that there are fewer losses from fire.

6. The offensive proceeded as planned at the headquarters.

2). Text retelling.

Generalization and systematization of the lesson, grading students. Reflection.

What was unexpected for each of you in the lesson? What things have you looked at in a new way?