How to correctly write a commentary in an essay on the Unified State Exam for texts of different styles (K2). The problem of the relationship between man and nature according to the text by Soloukhin A trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience (Unified State Examination in Russian) A trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience

Each of us, somewhere in a corner of our memory, has preserved imprints of a joyful worldview, from which bright memories were once formed and continue to be formed.

In this text V.A. Soloukhin raises the problem of perception of the surrounding world.

The narrator immerses us in the world of his own memories, in a “wonderful country”, in which every detail has its own extraterrestrial, extraordinary radiance, and, what is very important, a unique meaning. The author describes his trip to Olepin, namely the “wonderful scarlet country” from his own memories, and through the prism of his worldview introduces the reader to the beauty of this place, describing every detail of the landscape, shrouded in a veil of “dazzling morning sparkle.” The narrator draws our attention to the fact that the place “where the Chernaya River meets the Koloksha River” is one of his most vivid memories and compares it to a wonderful country, “where you get only by the power of fairy-tale magic.”

The author believes that every moment of our life is unique, and everything that surrounds us is filled with significance and meaning - especially reminiscences from childhood. Therefore, it is very important to appreciate every moment of these memories, because a person who has lost even the brightest and brightest moments from his own memory is “the poorest person on earth.”

I completely agree with the opinion of Vladimir Alekseevich and also believe that everything in a person’s life is unique - feelings, emotions, and the onset of a new day. To perceive the world as something bright, rich, and beautiful means to keep in your memory and in your soul the warmth of bygone moments, which can warm a person even in the coldest period of life.

Yuri Nagibin also turns us to the problem of perception of the surrounding world in the story “Winter Oak”. The main character, Savushkin, knew how to feel the beauty of the world around him, namely the winter forest, perceived the elements of nature as something living, capable of feeling and stored all this in his memory. The boy’s teacher, unfortunately, was no longer capable of such a perception of the world around her, however, having found herself in this marvelous, fabulous winter forest, which was so dear to Savushkin, she understood why the student believes that the Winter Oak is an animate object, like and the entire forest surrounding it. It’s just that the little boy was still able to see and feel magic in every detail of the “fairy-tale land” that surrounded him, and even managed to awaken something similar in his teacher.

In the epic novel L.N. Tolstoy's "War and Peace" the author shows that even after living for many years, a person is still able to take a fresh look at the world around him. Andrei Bolkonsky is one of the few who was able to store vivid and significant details of the world around him in his memories, and some of them were able to completely change the hero’s worldview. Thus, the oak tree remained a bright imprint in the commander’s memory - a symbol of the psychological state of the commander himself, which turned the consciousness of the main character upside down, forced him to perceive the world around him and life in general in a new way, and remained a bright and bright spot in the memory of Andrei Bolkonsky.

Thus, we can conclude that everything in a person’s life is unique, every memory plays its own role, and every detail in the nature around us has its own meaning.

Essay based on the text:

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, while going fishing, he ended up in a wonderful country. What impressed him most was the sunrise. Several times the hero returns to this place, where the Chernaya River and the Koloksha River meet, but he could not find himself in this country again.

V. A. Soloukhin believes that nature gives a person unforgettable sensations, 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. For example, the singer of Rus', Sergei Yesenin, sang of his native land throughout his entire career. Nature was his muse.

Buddha and his followers believed that only by reconnecting with nature would they achieve nirvana. Therefore, they left their families and went into the forest.

Thus, I came to the conclusion that every person who knows how to enjoy nature gets pleasure from it.

Text by V. A. Soloukhin:

(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) Morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the bank of the Koloksha River.

(3) But it’s not fishing that I remember the morning of this day. (4) Not for the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the floats on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.

(5) Everything was as if ordinary that morning: catching perches, the 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.

(6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, round, as if inflated, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) The clouds also floated along the river, coloring not only the water, not only the light steam above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) The white fresh flowers of the water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a bent willow into the water, spreading red circles with a black shadow.

(11) An old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, haystacks, 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 extraordinary nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost invisible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzlingness of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I will forever remember those places along the bank of Koloksha where our morning dawn passed.

(15) When, having eaten fish soup and fallen asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept well, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to recognize the surroundings. (16) The sun, rising to its zenith, removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Gone: the contour, the convexity of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and the burning of dew, and its sparkle disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water became dull, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, a smooth whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It seemed that a few hours ago we had magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red lilies! a fish on a rope with an old man, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, more distinct, just as it happens in wonderful countries, where one ends up] solely by the power of fairy-tale magic.

(20) How can I get back to this wondrous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much later you come to the place where the Chernaya 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

Essay based on the text:

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, while going fishing, he ended up in a wonderful country. What impressed him most was the sunrise. Several times the hero returns to this place, where the Chernaya River and the Koloksha River meet, but he could not find himself in this country again.

V. A. Soloukhin believes that nature gives a person unforgettable sensations, 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. For example, the singer of Rus', Sergei Yesenin, sang of his native land throughout his entire career. Nature was his muse.

Buddha and his followers believed that only by reconnecting with nature would they achieve nirvana. Therefore, they left their families and went into the forest.

Thus, I came to the conclusion that every person who knows how to enjoy nature gets pleasure from it.

Text by V. A. Soloukhin:

(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) Morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the bank of the Koloksha River.

(3) But it’s not fishing that I remember the morning of this day. (4) Not for the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the floats on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.

(5) Everything was as if ordinary that morning: catching perches, the 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.

(6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, round, as if inflated, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) The clouds also floated along the river, coloring not only the water, not only the light steam above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) The white fresh flowers of the water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a bent willow into the water, spreading red circles with a black shadow.

(11) An old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, haystacks, 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 extraordinary nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost invisible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzlingness of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I will forever remember those places along the bank of Koloksha where our morning dawn passed.

(15) When, having eaten fish soup and fallen asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept well, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to recognize the surroundings. (16) The sun, rising to its zenith, removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Disappeared: the contour, the convexity of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and the burning of dew, and its sparkle disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water became dull, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, a smooth whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It was as if a few hours ago we had magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red lilies! a fish on a rope with an old man, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, clearer, just as it happens in wonderful countries, where one ends up] solely by the power of fairy-tale magic.

(20) How can I get back to this wondrous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much later you come to the place where the Chernaya 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

Let us turn to the text by V. Soloukhin from the Observatory about the flood. By the way, this text caused a lot of noise in 2015, when many graduates who wrote essays on it received 0 points according to criteria K4 - K1, since they did not talk about maternal self-sacrifice, as experts expected, but about war as the most terrible disaster . Be careful when formulating a problem: write exactly about the one that is the focus of the author’s attention, and not about the one he touches upon in passing.

(1) It rained every day. (2) In the end, the earth was so saturated with water that it did not take in another drop of moisture. (3) That’s why, when a wide, dark hole appeared in the sky and abundant, summer-warm water poured out, our quiet, peaceful river immediately began to swell and swell. (4) Streams raced along every ravine, along every ditch, jumping over tree roots and over stones, as if their only task was to reach the river as quickly as possible and take part in its revelry as much as possible.

(5) I walked along the shore, not thinking about anything, admiring the truly extraordinary sight. (6) Never, with the most rapid melting of the deepest snows, has there been such a flood on our river, such a water field, as now. (7) Tall alder bushes now looked out of the water with only their tops.

(8) A monotonous weak squeak began to reach my ears, so weak that at first, although I heard it, I somehow didn’t pay attention, somehow it couldn’t “find out” to me. (9) Perhaps he got confused at first with the squeaking and chirping of birds, and then stood out in order to capture attention.

(10) Having taken a few steps along the shore, I listened again and then I saw at the toe of my rubber boot, which seemed to me to be a huge rubber boot, a tiny dimple, once left by a cow’s hoof.
(11) In the hole, huddled in a ball, tiny creatures floundered, helpless, like all cubs.

(12) The cubs were the size of adult mice, or, better said, the size of moles, because they were more like them in the color of their wet fur coats. (13) There were about six of them swarming around, and each one tried to take the top, so that they blindly all the time mixed up in a ball, trampling and trampling on the weakest ones.

(14) I wanted to know whose cubs these were, and I began to look around. (15) From behind the top of the alder tree, frantically, continuously raking its paws to stay in one place (the current carried it away), a muskrat looked at me with its black beads. (16) Having met my eyes, she quickly, fearfully swam to the side, but an invisible connection with a cow’s hoof held her as if on a thread. (17) Therefore, the muskrat swam not into the distance, but in a circle. (18) She returned to the alder bush and again began to look at me, rowing tirelessly in one place.

(19) The muskrat stayed on the water about two meters from me, which is incredible for this extremely cautious, extremely timid animal. (20) It was heroism, it was the mother’s self-sacrifice, but it couldn’t have been otherwise: after all, the cubs screamed so alarmingly and so invitingly!

(21) I finally left so as not to interfere with the mother doing her eternal job - saving her children. (22) Succumbing to involuntary sentimentality, I thought that I also have children. (23) I tried to imagine a disaster that, in scale, in unexpectedness, in scope and horror, would be for us like this flood for a poor family of animals, when we would have to drag the children in the same way to one, to another, to a third place, and they would die on the way from the cold and from the struggle for existence, and they would scream and call me, and I would not have the opportunity to get closer to them.

(24) Having gone through everything that my imagination suggested, I settled on the most terrible human disaster. (25) Its name is war.

(26) The rain intensified from minute to minute, it hit me painfully on the face and hands. (27) A black, stormy night descended on the earth. (28) Water was still rising in the river.

(29) In the sky, above the rain, above the darkness of the night, so that the sound could barely be heard, birds made of fire and metal were flying, unknown where and unknown from where.

(30) Even if they could now look from their height at the earth and at me walking along it, then I would seem to them much smaller, much more microscopic than half an hour ago the blind, chilled muskrat cubs lying on the very edge of the earth seemed to me and the elements.

(According to V.A. Soloukhin)

Now let’s try to write an essay on it, using the proposed plan.

1 paragraph: problem

How does a mother's love for her children manifest itself? What is she ready for if the children are in danger? It is these questions that the author reflects on in the text proposed for analysis.

Paragraph 2: comment

In the first part of the story, V. Soloukhin describes the situation of a summer flood, which is not dangerous for humans, but is a real natural disaster for some animals. Then - tiny, helpless muskrat cubs who got into trouble because of the raging elements (first example from the text). And finally - their mother, who, at the sight of a man, did not swim away, but tried to stay in one place, struggling with the strong current, since “an invisible connection with a cow’s hoof held her as if on a thread.” (second example from the text).

3 paragraph: author’s position

The author sincerely admires the behavior of the usually cautious and timid animal: “It was heroism, it was the self-sacrifice of the mother, but it could not have been otherwise: after all, the cubs screamed so alarmingly and so invitingly!”

Paragraph 4: agreement + thesis

It is difficult to disagree with the author's position. Indeed, a mother becomes fearless if her children are in danger. At such moments, maternal instinct makes her forget about her safety, and this cannot but cause admiration.

Paragraph 5: literary argument

For parents, the safety of their children will always come first. To see this, let us remember the work of I.S. Turgenev “The Sparrow”, in which a bird rushed to save its little sparrow that had fallen from the nest from a dog. Although the dog seemed like a huge monster to the sparrow, he could not sit on a high safe branch: the power of parental love threw him out of there.

Paragraph 6: argument from life experience

And how many stories are connected with animals who, risking their own lives, and sometimes sacrificing it, saved their cubs from the fire. The famous cat Scarlett became famous throughout the world after she carried five newborn kittens from a garage fire. Her paws and muzzle were already burned, her eyes were damaged, but the animal returned to the room engulfed in flames over and over again to save all the kids.

Paragraph 7: conclusion

Summarizing what has been said, we can conclude that maternal love knows no barriers. It is stronger than the fear of death. After all, if the children are in danger, the mother is ready to sacrifice everything she has, even her own life.

Russian language

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(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) Morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the bank of the Koloksha River.

(3) But it’s not fishing that I remember the morning of this day. (4) Not for the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the floats on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.

(5) Everything was as if ordinary that morning: catching perches, the 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.

(6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, round, as if inflated, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) The clouds also floated along the river, coloring not only the water, not only the light steam above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) The white fresh flowers of the water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a bent willow into the water, spreading red circles with a black shadow.

(11) An old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, haystacks, 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 extraordinary nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost invisible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzlingness of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I will forever remember those places along the bank of Koloksha where our morning dawn passed.

(15) When, having eaten fish soup and fallen asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept well, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to recognize the surroundings. (16) The sun, rising to its zenith, removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Disappeared: the contour, the convexity of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and the burning of dew, and its sparkle disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water became dull, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, a smooth whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It was as if a few hours ago we had magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red lilies! a fish on a rope with an old man, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, clearer, just as it happens in wonderful countries, where one ends up] solely by the power of fairy-tale magic.

(20) How can I get back to this wondrous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much you come later to the place where the Chernaya River meets the Koloksha River and where the town’s roosters crow behind the epic hill, you won’t get where you want, as if you forgot the all-powerful magic word that moves forests and mountains apart. (22) No matter how much I later went fishing from Moscow to Koloksha, I could not get to that country and I 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 thrown so far away, lost so irretrievably, that you will never, never see even one trifling path for the rest of your life. (25) However, in that country there cannot be a trifling path. (24) Everything there is full of significance 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 humans? This problem is raised by Vladimir Alekseevich Soloukhin in the proposed text.

The author examines the problem using 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 had found himself in a wonderful country: “...we magically visited a completely different, wonderful country...”. Soloukhin argues that he won’t be able to get into this wonderful country again: “After all, no matter how much you come to the place... you won’t get where you want...”.

The poet believes that nature helps a person appreciate all the moments of life, because they are unique. It helps you notice small details of the world around you and gives you a feeling of happiness from its contemplation.

I agree with the author’s opinion, nature helps you appreciate any moments in life, and also greatly influences your mood. If you are upset because of some problems, then a walk in the park can easily lift your spirits, 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, I remember the epic novel “War and Peace”, when Natasha Ro

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