Oh those mountains! There are majestic mountains and rocks here.

Never before have I seen anything less similar to the earthly landscape. And she was glad when the lathered horses reached the top of the slope and trotted into the valley. There were no stately houses or gardens here - just rocks and brown, dead heather. Once we came across a flock of black-nosed sheep. Finally we passed a tiny village, low thatched houses huddled flat on the rocky ground. Then we climbed the last slope, and the appearance of the Blacktower appeared before my frightened eyes.

From the top of the slope we came to a wide plateau strewn with gravel, and passed powerful walls into a courtyard illuminated by flaming torches. Mrs. Cannon awoke, climbed out of her cloak, and hurried to the door.

The door led to a corridor with a stone floor, which was even colder than outside. At times we could smell the smell of the kitchen, which convinced me that we were in the back of the house, not far from the kitchen. Mrs. Cannon trotted briskly ahead of me, through corridor after corridor, until we finally walked through the doors into the hall at the entrance to the house. Wooden floors were laid here on wild stone; Moreover, there were carpets, to which my cold ankles were very grateful. In one of the walls there was a heavy oak door, which probably led to the main entrance where the carriages drove up. A nice staircase led to the second floor.

“We only use the west wing,” Mrs. Cannon explained, puffing as she climbed the steps. “The rest of the house is in ruins, and then it's too, too big.”

But the western wing alone seemed completely immense to me. The hallways here were also carpeted and lit with candles in wall brackets.

Finally Mrs. Cannon stopped in front of one of the doors and opened it:

- This is my room. No, don’t sit down, my dear, I’ll see if all the necessary preparations have been made for you.

She rang the bell, and soon one of the maids answered its ringing. The girl was young, strongly built, her hair was decorated with linen braid, and she was dressed in a dark house dress with a white apron and cap. Her plump, pink face might have been considered pretty if she had not been so gloomy.

“Come in and close the door,” Mrs. Cannon ordered her sharply. - Miss Gordon, this young girl's name is Betty. She will answer your call as well as my own. Well, speak up, you stupid girl! – she added, and for a moment I thought that these words applied to me. – What room have you prepared for Miss Gordon?

- The red room, mom.

- Quite suitable. Come on, Betty, there's no point in standing here with your mouth open; show Miss Gordon the red room.

The old lady was already seated by the fire, placing both plump legs on the grate. I stood up, not at all surprised by her unceremoniousness; I already knew that Mrs. Cannon was a kind woman, but concerned primarily with her own convenience and comfort.

When I was already moving towards the door, she muttered through her drowsiness:

- I'll have lunch here, Miss Gordon. Will you join me? Betty will bring you...

I thanked her heartily, but I think the old lady had fallen asleep before the door closed behind me.

The red room, which was three doors down the hall from Mrs. Cannon's room, was as cheerful as her name. The fire danced in the hearth, casting a warm glow on the cream-colored curtains and canopy of the bed. The floor was covered with a colorful Turkish carpet.

Betty barely closed the door behind us, and it immediately opened again. A sad-looking servant entered the room without knocking, unceremoniously threw my luggage on the floor and left.

Having unpacked my luggage, I pulled a chair close to the fire and sank into it with a sigh of relief. Having warmed up, I was almost dozing off when Betty returned.

“If you please, miss, I came to ask if you would like me to help you change?”

- I'm dressed, thank you. If Mrs. Cannon is dining with all the ceremony, she will have to excuse me.

- The owner sent to say that you will have dinner with him.

Master, indeed, I thought. My first reaction was protest. I opened my mouth to say that I was too tired to bear the formal dinner tonight. But then I realized that this was just naivety. I was not Mr. Hamilton's guest, I was in his service. The invitation contained an order.

Obeying some stubbornness, I dressed in my best dress, although its low neckline and short sleeves left my shoulders bare and exposed to the cold. But in any case, the black moire suited my hair very well, and the skirt rustled when I moved. I combed my hair up into a high crown and let some of my curls fall over my shoulders.

When I turned away from the dim reflection in the mirror, Betty stared at me, her mouth open.

- Does it suit me? – I asked with a smile.

– You look so beautiful, miss!

I was right. She turned out to be quite pretty.

Shivering from the cold, I followed Betty into the living room. It was nice to know that in this house I had already found a response in someone’s soul, even if it was the soul of a maid. However, the living room amazed me. This is usually a room reserved for women, but this one contained neither exquisite Dresden porcelain figurines nor colored curtains. The furniture was old-fashioned and massive, rough-hewn and blackened with age. The walls were hung with engravings of hunting scenes and bristled with the antlers of poor dead deer. Strangely, it was only then that I first thought about Mr. Gavin Hamilton. Mr. Hamilton had a daughter, so he must have had a wife at one time. Apparently he was a widower. But I continued to wonder why his wife never tried to furnish this room differently.

I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from the stunning sight of Mrs. Cannon in her evening dress to curtsy to my host. He hasn't changed; he was still dressed in the same traveling coat and the same heavy boots in which I had seen him the night before. He asked me how I had endured the trip, and I answered that it was quite good, although this, apparently, was unnecessary. The conversation stalled. Mr. Hamilton devoted his full attention to the porter decanter. Mrs. Cannon looked at him like a faithful dog who doesn't know exactly what is expected of her, and I warmed my feet by the fire.

We were invited to dinner by a rather strange, ugly-looking man, dressed in a dirty Scottish skirt and jacket. The tartan on the skirt intrigued me as I thought it was the traditional Hamilton colours, but I couldn't make out the design clearly due to the mud flecks. An old servant led the procession, carrying a massive silver candelabra, and we followed him into the older part of the house. The corridor with its stone floor and stone walls looked like long cave. It was penetrated by icy drafts, which forced the flames on the candles to dance wildly. I felt as if I was walking ankle-deep in snow. Finally, the old man leaned his shoulder against the massive paneled door, and we entered the dining room.

In the old house this must have been the main hall. There were candles on the table, which was long enough for thirty guests to sit at once, but they provided too little light to overcome the impressive cavernous darkness of the room. The ceiling beams were lost in the blackness, and something shaped like a giant cobweb hung from them.

The food, which had to be carried through all these cold corridors from the kitchen to the west wing, arrived on our table already cold. Mr. Hamilton seemed to take no notice. He talked animatedly about the castle's antiquities, and what I at first took for cobwebs turned out to be tattered flags and banners of the Hamiltons of bygone days. The owner also pointed out to me the portraits on the walls. I was ready to assume that they were there, but I couldn’t see them. My feet turned to ice. As soon as I could, I immediately began making signals to Mrs. Cannon, showing that I was exhausted, and hoping that, having picked up my signal, she would guess that we could both retire and leave Mr. Hamilton alone with his wine. But she sat with her eyes closed, with the most vague smile. I started to rise.

"Okoyemy Przemysl"

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In his “History of the Russian State,” in the second chapter (narration based on the Nestorov Chronicle), the outstanding Russian writer - sovereign, mentor, that is, Pushkin’s spiritual father Nikolai Mikhailovich Karamzin very clearly described the origin of the Slavic tribes.

« Many Slavs, - Karamzin believed, - people of the same tribe with the Poles who lived on the banks of the Vistula settled on the Dnieper in the Kyiv province and were called Polyans from their pure fields. This ethnicity disappeared in ancient Russia, but his name became the common name of the Poles, the founders of the Polish state». « From the same tribe,- wrote Karamzin, - There were two brothers, Radim and Vyatko, the heads of the Radimichi and Vyatichi: the first chose a home on the banks of the Sozh, in the Mogilev province, and the second on the Oka, in Kaluga, Tula or Oryol. The Drevlyans, named so from their forest land, lived in the Volyn province. It is still generally accepted to believe so. And the neighbors of the Vyatichi tribe on the eastern side of the Oka and Zhizdra river basins were a tribe of skilled Krivichi».

On the map of modern Russian Federation territory Kaluga region a multi-petal carnation is sewn into the mosaic of the Central federal district between 54 and 55 degrees north latitude and 36-37 degrees east longitude. About 4 percent of the region's area is occupied by the territory of the Przemysl Territory, located on the banks of the Oka River south of the regional center.

Location on the map of modern Kaluga province municipality“Przemysl district” - in the east of the region. East and delight are words that are similar in sound structure in Russian. The sunrise in the eastern sky brings delight to the farmer. Therefore, the eastern edge of the earth is the most beautiful. This is how it is in the land of Kaluga: its Przemysl region is delightfully beautiful!

The author of a magnificent 1998 book about Przemysl, a quiet regional town in the Kaluga region, was Sergei Fedorovich Pitirimov, a man of active modesty, a wise, and therefore lyrical poet alien to all rhetoric and PR. He spoke with sincere love about his cultural predecessors. This is the forest professor of Toursky, the playwright and translator Lyubimov, the son of the police chief and the most educated encyclopedist of the Diamonds.

In 2004, I participated in the elections to the Legislative Assembly of the Kaluga Region in the Przemysl electoral district. During the pre-election period, a documentary essay “The Blue-Eyed Oka - Russian Shores” was written as propaganda material, published in 2004 in the form of a propaganda brochure by the printing house “Poligraform”. The book “The Outskirts of Przemysl” is the fulfillment of a “candidate’s” duty to voters from the banks of the Oka.

In this story, I tried to complement my senior comrade and friend from the Kaluga Writers' Organization, S. F. Pitirimov, who has been in Eternity since 2000. My contribution is information about the modern administrative structure of the municipality, a story about Tsiolkovsky’s travels on a bicycle to the village of Korekozevo, as well as personal memories of the outstanding lyricists of Oka - Sergei Pitirimov, Anatoly Kukhtinov, journalist and poet Alexei Zolotin.

Chapter 7. Eye of Culture

Traveling through Przemysl

Moon on the right side

Alexander Pushkin left the Russian people not only brilliant poetry, but also wonderful prose: dramas, stories and notes of a traveler. In the first chapter " Travels to Arzrum” he wrote: “From Moscow I went to Kaluga, Belev and Orel, thus making 200 extra miles, but I saw Ermolov».

Perhaps, driving through the Przemysl fields, the poet once again indulged in the sadness of loneliness among the vast expanses, and the poems sounded in his heart:

I was coming to you: living dreams
A playful crowd followed me,
And the month on the right side
Accompanied by my zealous running.

A. S. Pushkin’s stay in the vicinity of Przemysl is not noted anywhere, but he could not bypass them on his trip of 1829, because his path ran along the old Kaluga-Kozel highway.

The Kireevsky brothers, Ivan Vasilievich and Pyotr Vasilievich, N.V. Gogol, A.K. Tolstoy, F.M. Dostoevsky, V.A. Zhukovsky, F.I. Tyutchev, A.N. Maykov, repeatedly visited Przemysl. A. A. Fet, A. N. Apukhtin, M. M. Prishvin, who visited the Optina Monastery. L.N. Tolstoy stayed in Przemysl while making a trip to Shamordino and Optino.

Memory of a warm earth

The wonderful Russian writer I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov called his homeland, the Przemysl region, “Warm Land” and always remembered it with the deepest tenderness:

« The modest nature of the places where I spent the first years of my adult life did not shine with lush beauty. Wasn't here majestic mountains and rocks surrounded by clouds, spectacular, seductive for artists, stunning panoramas. It was an ordinary Russian expanse: fields, forests, villages with thatched and wooden roofs overgrown with velvet moss, with dim small windows from which pale faces of people looked out. You drive and drive, sometimes for dozens of miles, and the landscape around you doesn’t seem to change, almost doesn’t move.».

« From my mother, a Kaluga hereditary peasant woman, I borrowed a love of words, a restless character, from my father - a love of nature, a lyrical cast of soul.

Trips with my father, walks in the forest, fishing in a quiet pond overgrown with water lilies, every cherished corner of which is still memorable to me, my father’s stories and fairy tales left indelible impression. Along with dreams of travel, my father awakened in me a passion for hunting.».

“In the fate and tastes of every person, his childhood, the environment in which he lived, was brought up and grew up, is of great importance. The words we hear from our mothers, the color of the sky we saw for the first time, the road running into the distance, the overgrown river bank, the curly birch tree under the window of our home remain forever in our memory.”

Ivan Sergeevich Sokolov-Mikitov lived a long and difficult life. He was born on May 17 (29), 1892, and died on February 20, 1975.

Distant birds

In August 1950, the poet Bulat Shalvovich Okudzhava came to these regions. In Shamordino, at a rural school, he taught Russian language and literature, and visited Przemysl and the surrounding villages many times. Impressions of his stay on the banks of the Oka were vividly reflected in the poet’s first book, “Lyrics,” published by the Kaluga Book Publishing House in 1956.

Bulat Shalvovich says:

Creative meetings with prose writer Vladimir Koblikov, poets Valentin Ermakov, Mikhail Kuzkin are memorable for the workers of the region.

Oka-Russian

A Khakass by nationality came from the banks of the Yenisei to the banks of the Oka to live, serve and write poetry. Last years Mikhail Kuzkin-Voronetsky spent his life in the village of Andreevskoye, where he spent many hours in all seasons tramping along the high coastal terrace, hypnotized by the sublunar view of the Oka Valley. He loved this region with all his heart and sang of it.

Kuzkin is a wonderful master of lyrical descriptions of the nature of the Kaluga region and passionate relationships with women.

...We are sailing to Tarusa along the Great Oka,
And stays behind us
Kaluga is a little alien in the distance,
Overwhelmed by hot forests.

The bend in the sun is so sharp,
And the shore recedes so gently...
It creeps among the oak trees like the smoke of a fire,
Winding narrow road.

... The river distance is bright and deep.
And the world is so open today! Right,
I never thought that Oka.
She can be so full and majestic.

I look at the shores from under my hand
And in a daze I think for a short time:
How would you live, Russia, without the Oka -
With the Volga alone?

...I remember how towards the end of summer
in the middle of the day, when the heat has already grown stronger,
Behind the yellow forests of the Oka region
The shifted steppe opened up to the sky.

The field road attracted me...
Sitting on a stone under a pine tree
I sat there for a long time, remembering
How the heat flowed around the curves of the hills.

...And it’s clear that this steppe world brings tears to tears
I’m dear to you because I’ll be soon
green whirlwind of sunny birches,
running along the highway along the slope.

And so, when I forgot about the vanity,
I look at the forest - is it near or far away?
It’s as if I’m looking at the appearance,
In which I will soon find eternity.

And so I kiss the red slope
Lands with oak trees in the sunshine,
What will be saved for future times?
The mystery of my existence.

Translator Lyubimov

Theater town

The people of Peremysh are rightfully proud of their wonderful fellow countryman, the outstanding writer and translator of fiction Nikolai Mikhailovich Lyubimov, whose books adorn the shelves of many libraries, instill in readers a loving attitude towards the Russian word, strengthen a sense of devotion to their fatherland, and develop a subtle artistic sense.

In the Lyubimov family, who lived in the provincial town of Przemysl, there was a strong tradition of giving books for birthdays and name days.

In his biographical life story, Lyubimov says:

« Our town has long been a theater town. From 22 to 1930, in winter and summer, rural teachers, high school students, and college and university students who came on vacation staged performances under the direction and with the participation of the teacher of Russian language and literature Sofia Iosifovna Melypova, who later moved to Moscow and was awarded an order for her pedagogical activities. Red Banner of Labor and Order of Lenin. And almost every performance of this community of amateurs became an event in the life of the town; he shook us up, enriched us, awakened both thought and feeling, and cultivated artistic taste. There was usually a delay when the performance started. The “gallery” stomps and yells: “It’s time!” But then the prompter darted into his booth, the curtain slid in both directions, and before the eyes of the suddenly silent spectators, art was born, far from perfect, but genuine, in which it was impossible not to believe, the ingots of which I still pull out from the bottom of my memory. The scenery changed slowly, the intermissions dragged on ungodly, and when the spectators went home at dawn, the housewives were already driving the cows into the herd. And then for several days you live as if in a dream: your inner hearing is the echo of voices, before your eyes are figures and faces. And my soul is sad: I was so looking forward to this evening, and now it has already sunk. You are consoled by the fact that a month will pass - and again you will be seized by the inexplicable, like any magic, holy spell of the Theater, under the influence of which from ancient times humanity irresistibly sought to fall.

The repertoire of this permanent group already gives an idea of ​​its literary culture and daring. Here is some list of the plays staged: “The Inspector General” and “Marriage”, “Our People - We Will Be Numbered!”, “Poverty is not a Vice”, “Profitable Place”, “Forest”, “Talents and Admirers”, “It Shines but Doesn’t Warm”, “Tsar Fyodor Ioanovich”, “Krechinsky’s Wedding”.

Sofya Iosifovna played mainly everyday roles, revealing tenacious powers of observation and a sense of humor. Her best role was the old witch Evdokia Antonovna in Days of Our Lives. Oh, how scary she was!.. Especially in the third act, when, persuading her own daughter to sell herself to von Rencken, she shouted at her:

- Slut! Rubbish!.. Who will buy you something like this? There are hundreds of people like you on the boulevard!»

« I developed a taste for theater as a child in Przemysl.“,” recalled N. M. Lyubimov.

Telephone communication with the future

When in 1923 the regional center held telephone communication in Soviet institutions, a little theater fan began to climb into the office of the father of one of his friends, where he acted out a “conversation with Kachalov,” admired his talent, and declared his love for the famous artist.

From a Moscow student, a talented provincial grew into a metropolitan cultural and art figure and theater critic. Translator of foreign classical literature. In his creative practice, Lyubimov maintained close ties with the very same stage masters with whom he had imaginary discussions on the phone during his childhood years in Przemysl.

On the pages of his book of memoirs, “Bygone Summer,” N. M. Lyubimov gave strikingly apt characteristics of the actors and their work. For example, Leonidov “pierces the audience through and through with his gaze”, Knipper-Chekhova was “an example of internal external grace”, Tarkhanov amazed with “ideal comprehension of stage art”, Pashennaya with “ultimate expressiveness”, Massalitinova with “mastery of transformation”, Moskvin - “ destruction of tradition."

The famous writer Veniamin Kaverin highly appreciated the work of the translator Lyubimov: “ Lyubimov translates in such a way that his personality is visible behind the book. You need to be a little akin to Rabelais himself, so that behind the book we see the author, his laughter and bitterness, his spiritual scope, his irony, his faith in man».

Sage from Korekozev

Peasant intellectual

Ask any resident of Korekozevo: “What is your village famous for?” The answers will vary. For example:

— It is the longest in the Kaluga region - five kilometers.

“The first post-war order bearers appeared here, and the chairman of the collective farm, Prudnikov, was a Hero of Socialist Labor.

- Buttercup Monastery - according to legend, the oldest in our area.

— The first hydroelectric power station in the region.

— This is the only village in Russia where three members of the USSR Writers’ Union come from.

“And for me, Korekozevo is also famous for this,” recalls one of them, the famous Kaluga journalist and poet Alexey Petrovich Zolotin, “that a wonderful old man, a sage, a true rural philosopher Fyodor Kuzmich Pitirimov lived here. In November 1964, the newspaper “Znamya” under the heading “Meetings with interesting people“published my article about him, “Evening at Fyodor Kuzmich’s.” This is how I introduced him to readers then:

« I have long been planning to write about Fyodor Kuzmich Pitirimov, this “very correct person,” as fellow villagers put it, a communist, chairman of the Korekozevo Village Council. He is one of the organizers of the collective farm “First of May”, stood at its helm for eight years, and when the farm became larger and Grigory Nikolaevich Prudnikov was elected chairman, Fyodor Kuzmich worked honestly and conscientiously as a private. For the last three years he has chaired the village council.».

The article describes one evening spent with Fyodor Kuzmich. Then there were several more - and all are memorable. I will try to remember and convey some fragments of conversations with this amazing person. Like all modest people, he flatly refused to talk about himself: “ I don't have anything special. You shouldn't have thought of that..."About fellow villagers - please.

Stories from Fyodor Kuzmich

The memory of Pitirimov Sr. has preserved a lot of stories.

— Here is Strekozy Nikita Nikitich. He’s older than me, but he works and doesn’t lag behind other young people. From the first days of the collective farm - wherever they send you. Doesn't require any awards or posts. And a man of amazing honesty. He’s walking along the road, if he notices a board or some kind of rope, he won’t be lazy, he’ll definitely take it to the sawmill, or to the stable... And in general, a very interesting old man.

Or another story by Fyodor Kuzmich about fellow villager Vladimir Ivanovich Nikonov:

— Also a very, very original grandfather. I admired his hard work. After the war, he mainly worked at the crossing. So, I remember, I was walking early one morning, around four o’clock, and decided to look at the fields across the river. I didn’t expect to meet him on the ferry at this hour, I thought he was sleeping at home. I looked into the ferry hut and there really was no one there. I looked and he was fidgeting around the boat, making something. We started talking.

— And for me, my brother, - Vladimir Ivanovich shared the news, - there are moose.

— What moose?

— And such. Every evening, when it gets a little dark, they come out of the forest and in this place they swim across the river. That's where they graze. At night they feel good there, at ease. And in the morning - again into the forest. They just swam across before your arrival... I don’t tell anyone about them: they’ll scare them away, but they’re already used to me...

— What quality do you value most in a person?? — I once asked Fyodor Kuzmich.

— Eh, here you are tempting me into philosophy. Each person is a page in a big book - history, and they are all interesting in their own way. As the ancient Romans said, suum kuikve - to each his own!.. In short, a person must sow good, sow “reasonable, good, eternal.” It’s important to me what a person gives to people, that’s how I judge how useful he is. And finally, honesty. This is what I value most in a person...

— Often we had a conversation about poetry, - Alexey Zolotin continued his story, - and every time I lost the feeling of something familiar, everyday: as if in front of you was not an elderly collective farmer who graduated from five classes of an old rural school, but a specialist philologist. Fyodor Kuzmich not only quoted Pushkin and Lermontov, Byron and Heine, Horace and Virgil - he freely supported his thoughts, views on poetry and literature in general with their words. So it is not by chance, but by the law of succession, that one of the sons of Fyodor Kuzmich, and in total he had five children, Sergei Pitirimov, became a famous Russian poet, a member of the Union of Writers of the USSR. But Sergei Fedorovich became famous in his declining years, and in his youth he dreamed of geology and just tried his hand at poetry. I must say, not without the approval of his authoritative father.

Another conversation with Fyodor Kuzmich was remembered by his son’s friend and poetic peer Zolotin. With a smile of bright emotion, Alexey Petrovich, also a popular writer far beyond the borders of his native Przemysl region, remembers Pitirimov Sr. and his old man’s tales.

— Somehow I came across a book, - Fedor Kuzmich shared. — It was written in the seventeenth year, even before the revolution. It examined very important problems - how to bring Russia out of ruin. The author—I don’t remember his last name—proposed developing the economy in the east of the country. Everything seems to be correct. But how did he propose to do this? Recourse to the help of foreign monopolies. What would be left of Russia then? It would have been swallowed by predators. That's the thing - it seems like the person was caring for the interests of the Motherland, but no. Loving the Motherland is not the same as talking about this love...

“It’s as if this conversation was taking place today,” Zolotin recalled, “it’s so relevant. Nowadays there is a debate again about how to boost the country’s economy: with the help of foreign monopolies or independently? It seems that the first point of view wins. But, I think, the warning of Fyodor Kuzmich Pitirimov also sounds useful: if only Russia would not be swallowed up by predators...

Explanation (see also Rule below).

Let's give the correct spelling.

There were no majestic mountains and rocks surrounded by clouds; it was an ordinary Russian expanse: fields, meadows, rare villages with thatched and wooden roofs.

In this sentence:

majestic – an adjective formed with the suffix –ENN–;

surrounded - full participle with a prefix and a dependent word;

straw - an adjective formed using the suffix –ENN–;

wooden - adjective, word exception (NN, although formed using the suffix -YANN-).

Answer: 1234.

Answer: 1234

Rule: Task 15. Writing N and NN in words of different parts of speech

RIGHT -N-/-NN- IN DIFFERENT PART OF SPEECH.

Tra-di-tsi-on-but is the most difficult topic for students, since justification for writing N or NN is possible -but only with knowledge of the morphological and verbal laws. Ma-te-ri-al "References" summarizes and si-ste-ma-ti-zi-ru-et all the rules of topics N and NN from school textbooks and gives additional information from V.V.’s reference books. Lo-pa-ti-na and D.E ​​Rozen-ta-la in the volume that we don’t need to do to complete the Unified State Examination.

14.1 N and NN in denotative adjectives (formed from the names of nouns).

14.1.1 Two NNs in suffixes

In suf-fi-sahs with-la-ga-tel-nyh written-she-xia NN, If:

1). sa N: tumaN+ N → tu-maN-Ny; kar-man+N → kar-man-Ny, kar-ton+N → kar-man-Ny

old (from star-ri-Na+N), car-tiny (from car-ti-Na+N), deep (from deep-Na+N), di- co-vin-ny (from di-ko-vi-Na + N), not a dozen (from dozen-Na + N), true (from is-ti-Na + N ), corvee (from bar-schi-Na+N), communal (from commune-Na+N), long (from length+N)

Note: the word “strange”, from the point of view of the modern language, does not have the suffix N in its composition and is not related similar to the word “country”. But it is possible to explain the thread of NN: a person from a foreign country is considered differently-minded, alien, in a hundred -ron-nim.

These-mo-lo-gi-che-ski can be explained by using the word “under-lin-ny”: under-lin-noy in Ancient Russia na-zy-va- It was true, which under-su-di-my said “under the lengths” - especially the lengths fell or Knu-ta-mi.

2). -, -HE N: Klyuk-ven-ny (klyuk-va), re-vo-lu-tsi-ON-ny (re-vo-lu-tion), solemn-stven-ny (tor-same-stvo).

Exception: wind-rE-Ny (but: without-wind-rEN-Ny).

Note:

There are words-names that are attached, in which N is part of the root. You need to memorize these words. They are not made from the names of real beings:

crimson, green, spicy, drunk, porky, red, rosy, young.

14.1.2. N

N, If:

1) when-la-ga-tel-noe has the suffix -IN- ( go-lu-bi-ny, we-shi-ny, so-lo-vy-ny, tiger-ri-ny). Words with this suffix often mean “whose”: go-lu-bya, mouse, nightingale, tiger.

2) when-la-ga-tel-noe has suffixes -AN-, -YAN- ( dog-chA-ny, leather-skinny, sheep-sya-ny, earth-lya-Noy). Words with this suffix often mean “made from something”: from sand, from leather, from oats, from earth.

Exceptions: glass-lyan-ny, tin-vyan-ny, de-re-vyan-ny.

14.2. N and NN in suffixes of words derived from verbs. Full forms.

As you know, from verbs there can be forms and participles, and adjective names (= from verb-gol- nye pr-la-ga-tel-nye). Pra-vi-la na-pi-sa-niya N and NN in these words are different.

14.2.1 NN in suffixes of full participles and from-verb adjectives

In suffixes of full participles and from-verbal adjectives, NN is written, if it is observed AT LEAST ONE of the conditions:

1) the word about-ra-zo-va-but from the word-go-la perfect look, WITH OR WITHOUT APPENDIX, for example:

from the verbs buy-drink, you-ku-drink (what to do?, perfect form): purchased-linen, you-purchased-linen;

from the verbs throw, for-throw (what to do?, perfect form): abandoned-for-abandoned.

The prefix does NOT change the type of participle and does not affect the writing of the suffix. Any other prefix gives the word a perfect appearance

2) in the word there are suffixes -OVA-, -EVA-, even in words of a non-complete type ( ma-ri-no-VAN-Ny, as-fal-ti-rO-VAN-Ny, av-to-ma-ti-zi-rO-VAN-Ny).

3) with a word that is derived from a verb, there is a behind-the-si-my word, that is, it forms a participial turn, For example: mo-ro-zhen-Noe in ho-lo-dil-ni-ke, va-ren-nye in bu-lyo-ne).

NOTE: In cases where the full participle is transferred in a specific sentence to the name of the adjective ga-tel-noe, na-pi-sa-nie doesn’t-me-et-sya. For example: Excited With this co-publication, the father spoke loudly and did not hold back his emotions. You-de-linen word - participle in participle, excited how? this co-general. Me-nya-em pre-lo-zhe-nie: His face was excited-but-vaN-Nym, and there is no longer any participle, no expression, because the face cannot be “excited,” and this is an adjective name. In such cases, they talk about the transfer of participles into pri-la-ga-tel-nye, but on the basis of NN this fact doesn't have any influence.

More examples: De-voush was very or-ga-ni-zo-vaN-Noy And vo-pi-taN-Noi. Here both words are adjective names. De-vush-ku is not “ob-ra-zo-you-va-li”, and it is always remembered, these are constant signs. From my preposition: We hurried to the meeting, or-ga-ni-zo-vaN-nuyu partners. Mom, raise Naya in strictness, and raise us just as strictly. And now you-de-linen words are participles.

In such cases, in the explanation for the task, we write: pri-la-ga-tel-noe, ra-zo-van-noe from par-participation or pri-la-ga-tel-noe, pere-shed-neck from the par-part.

Illustrations: unexpected, not-ga-given, not-seen-given, not-heard-of, not-cha-yan-ny, honey-lazy- ny, ot-cha-yan-ny, sacred, desirable..

Note to the fact that words have left the list of exceptions count-ta-Noe (mi-well-you), de-la-Noe (equal-spirit). These words are written jokes according to the general rule.

Let's add some more words here:

bitchy, pecking, chewed eva/ova are included in the composition of the root, these are not suffixes to write NN. But when the prefix appears, they joke according to the general rule: Chewed-up, under-co-van-ny, pecked-out.

the ra-ne-ny pi-shet is one N. Compare: Wounded in battle(two N, because of what appeared behind my word); from-ra-nEN-ny, perfect appearance, there is an attachment).

smart, it is difficult to determine the type of word.

14.2. 2 One N in verb-gol-nyh pri-la-ga-tel-nyh

In suffixes from-gla-gol-nyh with-la-ga-tel-nyh write-shet-xia, if:

the word about-ra-zo-va-but from the word of a not-so-ver-shen-type, that is, it answers the question what's wrong with the object? and with the word in the pre-lo-same there are no words behind it.

tu-she-Noe(his tu-shi-li) meat,

stri-zhe-nye(they cut) their hair,

boiled(his wa-ri-li) potato-fel,

lo-ma-naya(her lo-ma-li) line,

stained(his mo-ri-li) oak (dark in the re-zul-ta-th special processing),

BUT: as soon as these words-at-la-ga-tel-nyh appear for-my word, they immediately move into order when -chastiy and pi-joking with two N.

tu-shEN-Noe in the spirit(his tu-shi-li) meat,

sheared women not long ago(they cut) their hair,

steamed(his wa-ri-li) potato-fel.

DIFFERENTLY: the participles (on the right) and the participles (on the left) have different meanings! Big-shi-mi letters-va-mi you-de-le-ny stressed vowels.

called-brother, called-sister- a person who is not in a biological relationship with a given person, but agrees to the brotherly (sisterly) from-no-she-niya voluntarily. - to the address I called;

imprisoned father (playing the role of ro-di-te-la same-ni-ha or non-ve-sty at the wedding ceremony). - like a wife at the table;

given (property, yes-my ignorance of her family for life in marriage) - given a chic look;

narrowed (as they call it, from the word fate) - narrowed skirt, from the word narrow, make narrow)

Forgiveness Sunday (re-li-gi-oz-ny holiday) - forgiven by me;

pi-sa-naya kra-sa-vi-tsa(epi-tet, phrase-zeo-logism) - pi-san-naya mas-lom kar-ti-na.

14.2.3. Writing N and NN in complex adjectives

In the context of a complex word, the na-pi-sa-nie from the-gla-gol-no-go with-la-ga-tel-no-go doesn’t change:

A) the first part of the ob-ra-zo-va-na from the verbs of a not-so-very-shen-type, which means we write N: smooth-to-kra-shE-Ny (kra-sit), hot-che-ka-ta-Ny, do-mo-tka-Ny, motley-ro-tka-Ny, evil-tka-Ny (weave); goal-but-kro-E-Ny cut), evil-to-va-Ny (to-to-to), small-lo-ez-zE-Ny (to drive), small-lo-ho- ZHE-Ny (to walk), small-lo-no-shE-Ny (but-sit), small-lo-salted (salt), finely crushed (crushed), fresh- Slaked (ha-sit), fresh-mo-ro-zE-Ny (mo-ro-sit) and others.

b) the second part of the compound word about-ra-zo-va-na from the pre-sta-voch-no-go-go-la of a very-very-shen-no-type, which means we write NN: smooth O painted ( O beautiful), fresh behind mo-ro-wives-ny ( behind freeze) etc.).

In the second part of complex forms, N is written, although there is a prefix PERE-: gla-same-new-per-re-gla-same-new, la-ta-new-per-re-la-ta-new, but-she-new-per-re-no-she-new, sti- ra-Noe-pe-re-sti-ra-Noe, str-la-Ny-per-re-str-la-Noe, what-pa-Noe-per-re-shto-pa-Noe.

Thus, you can complete the task according to the following algorithm:

14.3. N and NN in short adjectives and short adjectives

Both participles and adjectives have not only full, but also short forms.

Right: In short phrases, one N is always written.

Right: In short adjectives the writings are as N as in the full form.

But in order to apply the rule, you need to differentiate between adjectives and participles.

DON'T TEA short adjectives and participles:

1) on the issue: short adjectives - what? ka-ko-va? how are you? what? how-are-you?, brief participles - what’s been done? what's the matter? what is done? what have we done?

2) by value(a short adjective has a relation to the action, you can replace it with a verb; a short adjective gives a character -te-ri-sti-ku defines the word, does not communicate about the action);

3) according to the name of the word(short adjectives do not and cannot have, short adjectives do have).

Brief participa-tions	Brief adjectives
na-pi-san (ras-skaz) m. genus; what's done? by whom?	the boy is ob-ra-zo-van (what?) -from the full form ob-ra-zo-van-ny (what?)
na-pi-sa-na (book) female; what's the matter? by whom?	de-voch-ka ob-ra-zo-van-na (ka-ko-va?) - from the full form ob-ra-zo-van-naya (which one?)
na-pi-sa-no (so-chi-ne-nie) middle birth; what was done? by whom?	the child is ob-ra-zo-van-no (what?) -from the full form ob-ra-zo-van-noe (what?)
ra-bo-you na-pi-sa-ny, plural. number; what have we done? by whom?	children are well-formed (what kind of people are you?)

14.4. One or two Hs can also be written in na-re-chi-yah.

In na-re-chi-yah, -O/-E is written with as many N as there are in the original word, For example: calmly with one H, since in pr-la-ga-tel-nom calm suff-f-fix N; slowly with NN, because in pr-la-ga-tel-nom slow NN; enthusiastically with NN, because in part PASSIONATE NN.

Given the seemingly uncomplicated nature of this rule, there is a problem with the development of speech, briefly some participles and short participles. For example, in the word so-medi-to-che (N, NN)o it is not possible to choose one or another spelling WITHOUT knowing than this word appears in a sentence or word.

DIFFERENTLY short adjectives, short participles and adverbs.

1) on the issue: short adjectives - what? ka-ko-va? how are you? what? how-are-you?, brief participles - what’s been done? what's the matter? what is done? what have we done? in speech: how?

2) by value(a short adjective has a relation to the action, you can replace it with a verb; a short adjective gives a character -te-ri-sti-ku defines the word, does not communicate about the action); what it means is a sign of an action, how it happens)

3) by role in the sentence:(short adjectives and short participles are often spoken by us, in speech

from-no-sit-xia to the verb-go-lu and is-la-et-sya about-the-s-t-tel-stvom)

14.5. N and NN in nouns

1.In nouns (as well as in short adjectives and speeches) the same amount of N is written as in with-la-ga-tel-nyh (at-cha-sti-yah), from which they are formed:

NN	N
captive (captive)	neft-tya-nick (neft-tya-noy)
arrangement (development)	go-sti-ni-tsa (go-sti-ny)
iz-gnan-nik (iz-gon-ny)	vet-re-nick (vet-re-ny)
leaf-vein-ni-tsa (leaf-vein-ny)	pu-ta-ni-tsa (pu-ta-ny)
vo-pi-tan-nick (vo-pi-tan-ny)	spice (spicy)
humanity-ness (gu-man-ness)	pes-cha-nik (sand-cha-ny)
height (elevation)	smokedness (smoked)
balance (balance)	delicious mo-ro-zhe-noe (mo-ro-zhe-ny)
devotion (pre-given)	tor-fya-nik (tor-fya-noy)

From the names of pri-la-ga-tel-nyh ob-ra-zo-va-nas and words

related/ik from related, third-party/ik from third-party, unified-mysh-lenn/ik from unified-mysh-lenn-ny, (evil-intentioned /ik, co-intended-lenn/ik), stav-lenn/ik from stav-len-ny, drowned-lenn/ik from drowned-len-ny, numeral/ik from numeric-len-nyy, co- domestic/ik from co-patriotic) and many others.

2. Nouns can also be derived from verbs and other nouns.

NN is written, one H is included in the root, and the other in the suffix.	N*
fraud/nickname (from moshna, which means bag, wallet)	toil/enik (from toil)
friend/nickname (from friend)	tormentor (from torment)
malin/nick (ma-li-na)	powder/enitsa (from powder)
name/nickname (names)	childbirth (give birth)
cheater/nickname (from-me-on)	brother-in-law
nephew	var/enik (var-rit)
demon	BUT: given (from given)
insomnia	student
aspen/nick	bes-srebr/enik
ringing	sreb-re/nick

Note to the table: *Words that joke with N and at the same time are not derived from adjectives (participants) in Russian there are only one language. They need to be taught by heart.

NN is also written in words traveler(from pu-te-she-stvo-vat), predecessor(precede)

Start + First quests

Coming out of the dean’s office, Artem looked at the treasured “brick” in his record book. Well, the session is closed. There are two months of summer ahead. Classmates happily walked towards the nearest bar. After watching them with a sad look and sighing heavily, Artyom decisively moved in the opposite direction. There was work ahead. Taking a shortcut through the courtyards, he stopped at a colorful poster that adorned the wall. shopping complex. Huge spaceship surrounded by bright stars. His armor was dotted with meteorite craters here and there. Some segments of the casing were smoked from fires that had raged at one time. The main engine nozzles had long since gone out, but the ship still continued its journey through space. "The ark". Place of his future work. The virtual world “Ark” has become an excellent alternative for those players who are tired of sugary elves, brutal orcs and dwarves puffing beer fumes through their beards. There were no majestic castles, no gingerbread houses and other fantasy delights. There was a giant colonial ship here. Its numerous decks and compartments, abandoned hangars and destroyed greenhouses. And all this is populated by mutated flora, aggressive xenofauna, crazy Rambots, combat cyborgs and deadly viruses. Numerous NPCs played the role of descendants of the surviving crew. Well, the players were those failed colonists whose bodies were immersed in cryo-compartment capsules.

Also behind the “Ark”? - Lost in thought, Artem didn’t even notice how he entered the trading floor. And he practically ran into the sales assistant.

Walking towards the ill-fated cryogenic compartment in the morning, Artem still didn’t decide what to do. On the one hand, if you complete the bartender’s task, then as a reward, in addition to experience and money, Ferum will activate the “basics of cooking” skill for you. With its help you can cook level 1 food. Hunger is one of the important characteristics of a character that needs to be monitored. As soon as hunger reaches the so-called “red” zone, stamina automatically begins to decrease. With it, the speed of movement also drops, which in the conditions of the Ark often means death. And considering the prices of store-bought food, this skill should be one of the first to discover. But despite the arguments of reason, Artyom was disgusted by the very thought of completing this task. If you hand over the bartender to the sheriff, then instead of cooking, the scanning skill opens. Which, with subsequent levels, is divided into the “bioscanning” and “mechanism scanning” branches. Which won't hurt at all in the future. Some players advised not to bother with this task, but simply buy these skills. But for Artyom, who came to the game to earn money, the idea of ​​spending money where he could get it for free was also not acceptable. In general, having not made a choice, Artem decided to first complete the sheriff’s task of exterminating the rats.

Yesterday's corridor was met with silence. Only the sound of the doors closing behind me. Artyom involuntarily looked around. The door looked pretty shabby. The bottom is densely dotted with deep scratches and dents. It was as if rats had repeatedly tried to break into the living compartment. The corridor itself was deserted. Only some small debris littered the floor. Carefully moving forward, Artyom reached a crack in the wall, near which Lector’s corpse lay yesterday. The body was no longer there, only small shreds remaining from the suit and heavily gnawed boots. In the depths of the breach, the eyes of the rats glowed red, waiting for their next victim.

Remembering the last battle, Artyom began to think. Yesterday, after killing a couple of rats, I was on the verge of death. The damage done by the knife was too small. It is necessary to somehow increase it, or after each battle you will have to sit for a long time, waiting for regeneration. Now it’s time to see what I hurriedly scooped into my pockets yesterday in the smoke-filled cryogenic compartment. Thanks to the skill “melee weapon-1”, you can use any suitable objects as a weapon. And he definitely remembered at least one rather long, jagged fragment of the capsule.

There were three such fragments. I wrapped them halfway with wire scraps and formed handles. I admired the result:

Homemade knife. Level-1. Type: one-handed. Damage: 1-2. Durability 10/10

Immediately I received a notification:

Congratulations, you have independently discovered the skill “Create Items-1”.

A pleasant surprise. Not only did you not have to spend money on unlocking the skill, but you also earned experience for each knife you created.

Armed with two knives, Artyom approached the gap step by step. Trying to take small steps to disrupt the agro zone of only one of the rats. The creatures didn't move. Only the red eyes continued to glow in the darkness. Finally the invisible barrier was passed. Immediately there was a disgusting squeak and a rat rushed out of the gap at him. He stepped back a little so as to be sure not to aggro the others and lunged towards the approaching creature. The vile creature squealed and tried to bite her hand, but was met with a blow from the second knife. Working furiously with two knives, Artyom furiously chopped up the squealing creature. Torn flesh squelched wetly under the blows. With a final squeak, the rat collapsed to the floor.

And then everything went like a conveyor belt. Approaching the hole, clinging to the rat and moving away, followed by beating it in safe place. Each killed rat regularly lost its tail. A failure in the well-established work of exterminating rats occurred on the seventh corpse. Artyom habitually extended his hand, touching only the dead creature. It just as usual disintegrated into dust, leaving behind a tail. What was unusual was that more than one tail fell out. Next to him lay a piece of meat. In confusion, he picked up the piece and turned it over in his hands, reading the description given by the system:

Piece of meat. Level: 1. Type: resource. Description: a piece of meat, although a little tough, but suitable for cooking.

Hmm... A piece of meat. I wonder what the bartender had about the requirements? Hastily began to leaf through the quest log. “Bring ten pieces” and not a word about whose meat it should be. Has there really been a third way out of this difficult situation? But for this we need to get nine more.

Cheerful, Artyom enthusiastically set to work on the next rat. One tail fell out again. And with the next one too. During the fight with the tenth, a homemade knife broke. He simply crumbled into dust at the next blow. Having mentally punished himself to always monitor the strength of his weapons and clothing in the future, he spent the rest of the battle with only a knife. Finally, the tenth rat crumbled into dust, leaving only its tail in Artyom’s hands. The message that appeared made me think.

Obtained the required number of items (rat tail 10/10). Present them to the sheriff of compartment No. 317 to receive a reward.

But still he decided to continue the rat genocide. After all, you still need to check the version about meat for the bartender.

There are no more rats in the gap. Or they were far enough away not to react to Artyom approaching closely. I had to climb there myself. A real hole began in the gap. The space between the two corridors was filled with various structural braces and sealing material. It was through the seal that the rats made their way through. He got down on all fours and held the knife in front of him and crawled down the hole. The darkness and narrowness of the hole made him feel all the delights of claustrophobia. Added to this was the fear of running into rats in cramped spaces. Therefore, having fallen out of a hole into some corridor, Artyom smiled happily.

The corridor clearly had a technical purpose. Bundles of wires and fiber optic cables snaked overhead. Batteries of different-sized pipes stretched along the walls. At regular intervals there were niches filled with shelves. Having walked about fifty meters along this corridor and having obtained a couple more tails, Artyom came out to a small platform in the center of which stood the ledge of a large hatch with a locking wheel at the top. It was moved to the side and through the gap one could see the brackets of the stairs going down. Without thinking, Artyom dived into the hatch and began to quickly descend.

Below there was a similar platform and a battle was raging on it. About a dozen rats surrounded a player and attacked furiously. However, the player himself did not care at all. Armed with a piece of pipe with barbed wire wound around it, he spun around like a snake, dispensing blows right and left. At the same time, he still managed to bawle some kind of children's song without worrying about breathing at all.

Stand up children, stand in a circle

Stand in a circle, stand in a circle.

The words of the song, the squeaking and squealing of rats, the slurping sounds of a trumpet hitting living things, all this created an indescribable sound cacophony. And even though you couldn’t tell by the stranger’s appearance that he needed help. Artyom could not remain a bystander and, uttering some kind of war cry, rushed to the rescue.

The last pair of rats had not yet received damage from an unfamiliar player, so they easily switched to the approaching Artyom. When help appeared, the stranger only shook his head and stopped singing. His pipe continued to pound on the rats' backs with the frequency of rain. One of them fell with a squeal. The second one fell to pieces almost immediately. By this moment, Artem had also finished off his first opponent. The experience gained in rat control tactics during the morning made itself felt. Artyom constantly moved, preventing the creatures from attacking at the same time. And focusing all the damage on one of them. Having finished the last one, he looked back at the player. I was surprised to realize that the one he rushed to help turned out to be a girl. If this is, of course, applied to a player playing for the cyborg race. But despite belonging to the “weaker” sex, she wielded her improvised bat masterfully. The rough mechanism that replaced her left hand was some kind of analogue of a stun gun. The discharges that periodically burst from him caused the rats to freeze and convulse. Those few that did break through close to her, powerlessly scraped their teeth, unable to bite through the skin. Probably some kind of protection was in effect.

Finally, the last creature let out its death squeak and collapsed onto the dirty floor. There was an opportunity to take a closer look at the stranger. Pale, almost bluish skin. The head, smooth as a billiard ball, is covered with the ligature of an intricate tattoo. The right eye was replaced with a cyber prosthesis, which immediately reminded Artyom of the first cameras. It was made in the form of the same accordion. And he was in constant motion, now retracting, then, on the contrary, moving apart for more precise focusing. The rest of the facial features were simply lost against the background of this flickering.

Thank you, of course, for your help, but I could have done it myself - and for clarity, I twirled the pipe. There was a roar of cutting air.

You're welcome. There was no time left to think, I saw how they had already surrounded you.

I have second-level nanobots, “steel skin”. The damage is almost non-existent. All the money was gone, there wasn’t even any left for weapons. And I specifically pulled the rats into a pile so that I wouldn’t have to run after each one later.

Artem was even slightly offended by this statement. He thought he was rushing to help, but it turns out he was almost in the way. Turning to the corpses of his rats, he touched his hand, collecting loot. This time luck was on his side and he acquired another piece of meat.

Sorry, I got excited. It’s not often that you come across selfless help here. - the girl had already collected her share of the spoils and now stood with her hand outstretched.

World? My name is Blonde.

Funny nickname considering the bald head. Artem smiled and shook the outstretched hand.

And I am Temnik.

How did you even end up here? I don’t think I saw you at the entrance to our sector.

I'm looking for meat.

Is hunger pressing? - The Blonde asked with sympathy - I’ll wait now - and began to rummage enthusiastically in a small backpack.

Here you go, this is a standard ration. Just enough for a day. - She handed Artem a brownish-brown briquette.

Uh...uh, thanks of course, but I don’t need meat for food, but for a task. At first I hunted in the upper corridor, but there were no rats there, so I had to climb here.

Told the Blonde about the rat hole. At the same time, sharing your problem with the assignment. The Blonde had a completely different starting scenario. Having entered the game, she found herself in a hospital room, where she lay after an unsuccessful operation to implant an eye prosthesis. According to the scenario, something went wrong during the operation and she lost her memory. In general, she didn’t have such an extreme start as Artem’s. And she killed rats for their tails. They not only brought in money, but also raised the reputation of the head of the repairmen.

I want to open the “transport” skill, but without a high reputation, only for money.

So they walked on, talking and gnawing on rations. And destroying the rats encountered. The mountain of tails grew. Meat pieces were also added. There were already eight of them, ten minutes later another one was added. And then the corridor ended. They approached a rubble blocking further path. Some boxes, the remains of shelves, strips of metal, plastic panels - everything was dumped into a huge barricade. There was no question of getting through it. Even Artyom with his physique could not penetrate into the narrow gap remaining under the ceiling.

How much meat is still missing? - the Blonde asked busily.

One. - Artyom looked sadly at the rubble.

So we will look for a workaround. It's like rats sneaking through. So there must be another way.

They walked slowly back along the corridor, carefully examining the walls. The workaround was noticed together. More precisely, it was suggested by a rat leaning out of a ventilation duct running under the ceiling. The rat twisted its nose and, not detecting any danger, jumped onto a nearby shelf, from it to the floor and cheerfully scampered along the corridor. But they didn’t let her go far. The electric shock made her freeze, and two knives and a baton crumbled into dust. For more detailed study the finds had to be climbed onto the rack.

You know, it wasn’t the rats that broke the panel. It was unscrewed by someone. Look, they even put the bolts back on so they wouldn’t get lost. - With these words, the Blonde climbed into the hole up to her waist.

Well, what's there?

You can't see a damn thing. Now I'll set up the flashlight. - She rummaged in her prosthesis. And a bluish beam of light cut through the darkness of the corridor.

The beam of light, although narrow, was quite bright. The blonde disappeared into the pipe again.

Now everything is clear. There's a fan in front, apparently the panel was removed to gain access to the mechanism for repairs.

Is it possible to get through?

The blonde looked doubtfully at the frozen blades - I’ll try. - With these words she completely disappeared from sight. For several minutes her concentrated panting could be heard from the hole, and finally she was heard

Crawl here.

Without keeping himself waiting, Artyom easily pulled himself up on his hands and crawled into the hole. The flashlight beam darted from wall to wall, allowing for good orientation. Working with my elbows, I quickly reached the fan. The gap between the blades allowed further penetration.

I think I hear a rat squeak! We'll get your last piece soon. - The Blonde’s voice was joyfully excited. She quickly moved along the pipe towards the blockage. Artem had no choice but to follow her and try to keep up. The thought of being alone in the dark made me shudder. But then light appeared ahead, penetrating through another removed panel. At the same time, a noticeable narrowing of ventilation was visible. And it is hardly possible to penetrate further. For a moment, the light obscured the silhouette of the Blonde slipping out. A couple of moments later Artyom got out too. They were on the other side of the rubble. On this side it was flatter, which allowed rats to penetrate the air duct without problems.

The corridor stretched for another ten meters, and then its walls diverged to form a small, round room. And from there came a rather loud rat squeak. The rats made a similar squeak when rushing to attack. After exchanging glances, the pair of friends cautiously moved forward. The view that opened up caused the Blonde to sigh in amazement. Artem was more eloquent:

I think I now understand the saying about locomotives that should have been killed while they were dummies.

Most of the room was occupied by a rat. More precisely, even so - RAT. The hefty creature was almost as tall as Artyom. Long incisors protruded thirty centimeters from the mouth. Powerful claws on the paws and a thick, tuberous tail. Like her smaller relatives, she was practically hairless. Festering boils and oozing sores littered her skin. The monster stood at the far wall and was clearly waiting for something. She didn’t even react to the frozen players.

The blonde slowly pulled off her backpack. After rummaging through it, she pulled out two syringes. She handed one of them to Artyom.

Now the time has come for the “heavy artillery”. This will double our regeneration, but only for a couple of minutes. Therefore, during this time it is advisable to finish off the creature. This is probably the boss rat.

After taking the stimulant and checking the condition of the weapon, the couple screamed and rushed at the rat. The creature instantly reacted to their approach. Letting out a loud squeak, she sharply struck with her tail. Having knocked down Artyom with a blow, she turned her head and grabbed the Blonde with her teeth. Jumping to his feet, Artyom managed to notice the sparks of the discharge hitting the rat in the face. And the Blonde did well, she didn’t lose her head.

Get the creature! - and Artyom’s knives rip open the wrinkled skin with a crash. The blonde wastes no time in stroking her back with her pipe. Tail strike again. But this time the players were on their guard and the shot went wide. The discharge hits the rat, causing it to fall to the floor in convulsions. Until the effect wears off, Artem perforates the exposed belly with knives. The rat came to his senses and the wide shovels of his front incisors pierced his leg. Despite the injected stimulant, your health immediately drops by a third.

Banzai!! - the Blonde’s pipe collapses on one of the monster’s paws. The crunching of bones is clearly audible. This slightly reduces agility, making the rat more clumsy. Artem immediately changes tactics. Run up, hit, move to the side, hit again, dodge the tail. And circle and circle around, not allowing you to use your teeth again. The next discharge hits the rat in the head and, shuddering, it falls dead.

Congratulations! You have reached a new level. Current level: 3. Skills available for learning: resource collection-2, pistols-1, equipment-1, melee weapons-2.

Activate resource collection immediately, the rest can wait for now. Judging by the Blonde, she also received a level and is now studying the available skills. Walking around the dead rat and again amazed at its size, Artyom went to the far wall of the room. He was wondering what this creature was watching there. Once there was a passage here, but now the path was blocked by a powerful lattice welded from thick rods. With a cell size of fifteen centimeters. She clearly served as an obstacle to something big. Further inspection was interrupted by the Blonde.

It’s time to start dividing the pie,” and rubbing her hands in anticipation, she moved towards the rat, while quietly humming:

Give me your hands

Give me your lips

But seeing Artyom’s dumbfounded look, she fell silent in embarrassment. And she touched the prostrate body with the most serious expression on her face. This victory brought the long-awaited tenth piece of meat, as well as thirty credits for each. A message about replenishing the account came with a pleasant jingle. Still standing near the bars, Artyom smiled contentedly. My leg was stabbed with pain. The system duplicated the message about the damage received. He turned sharply, his eyes darting around in search of the enemy. Easily slipping between the bars of the grate, a beetle slightly smaller than a palm scurried towards him. Most of all he resembled an ugly ant. An unnaturally large head, half the size of the body, armed with sharp mandibles. Not risking bending down, Artyom simply kicked the bug away. To his surprise, this brought an unexpected result. The overgrown ant died. After his death, the players received a crushed, chitinous shell as a trophy.

The shell of a nomadic termite. Type: quest.

And then came the description of the quest.

Quest available: "Thermite threat". Description: Until recently, the leader of a rat pack blocked the path of nomadic termites. But he fell in battle and now nothing stops termites from attacking the residential sector. It is necessary to warn the residents of Compartment No. 317 about the approaching enemy. Requirements: Deliver the nomadic termite shell and present it to the sheriff. Reward: 50 credits, 150 experience and 10 reputation points with Compartment No. 317. Accept? Not really.

And the rat turned out to be not even a rat at all, but quite a guard dog. And I kept wondering how she managed to eat so much in such a small room.

We can talk about this on the way back, but for now there’s no need to linger here. - Artem pointed to another termite crawling through the grate.

The return journey was much faster. And it was much easier. Despite the fact that they were delayed, putting the unscrewed duct panels back into place. As the Blonde explained, you shouldn’t make life easier for insects.

Having got out into the familiar technical corridor, they did not climb, following Artyom’s example, through a rat hole, but went forward. After meandering a little and going down a level, they reached a wide gate. An old, faded inscription informed about the entrance to the technical sector of compartment No. 317. With a strained creaking, the doors parted, letting friends through. If Artyom more or less got acquainted with the upper level yesterday, then everything here was a wonder for him. Walking along the corridor, following the Blonde, he only had time to turn his head. Here was the kingdom of mechanisms and cyborgs who ran it all. From all sides came grinding and heavy blows, the screeching of saws and grinders. From time to time the horns were blaring and you had to give way vehicles. The wide corridor was filled with people. Mostly, of course, they were cyborgs, but there were also players of other races. And there were many more different shops, stalls and just street vendors than in the central hall where Artyom visited. Various parts lay in heaps along the walls, pieces of plastic panels, parts of droids, and some kind of control panels. It seemed you could buy anything here. The blonde gave brief explanations as she walked, pointing her finger: armorsmiths, gunsmiths, there are garages and droid repair shops here, don’t pay attention to the transport - here there is an exit to the main tunnels. Finally they stopped at the largest pile of parts. Leaving Artyom standing, the Blonde dived into the slightly open door. While waiting for the girl, he looked around. Several players were interestedly digging through the rubbish laid out, looking for necessary details. Sometimes there was a cry of joy when another find was pulled out. All this was accompanied by questions: - Is this really...? Same …!! To which the seller only smiled proudly, looking at his neighbors with an air of superiority. Suddenly, a wild scream from the Blonde was heard from the open door. Jumping in surprise, Artyom grabbed the knives and rushed to the rescue. But the picture I saw made me stop. It was not clear who needed help, or if it was needed at all. The blonde joyfully circled around the hall, clutching some cyborg in her arms. Seeing Artyom, she left the unfortunate master alone, now circling with her partner. It was so unexpected that Artyom didn’t even have time to put his weapon away. So he circled, with knives clutched in his hands. However, this did not bother the blonde at all. She was filled with joyful emotions.

I managed! You understand? Now I can create my own transport!

It must be said that although there was transport in the game, it could only be used in main tunnels. These tunnels passed through the entire Ark, entangling it with a thread of transport highways. They were not passable everywhere. Decks had collapsed somewhere. And in some it was impossible to get through from bandits of all stripes. Mostly players were guilty of this, but there were also gangs consisting exclusively of NPCs. But despite the difficulties, in sectors already inhabited by players, main tunnels were used to quickly move between locations. Some clans have occupied the niche of transportation, operating regular passenger flights. And they willingly used such services, even though the prices were rather high. And not everyone can create their own transport. Some people don’t have enough experience to discover the required skill, while others are simply lazy. So, the discovery of the skill was truly an event.

Now Artyom attacked the Blonde with congratulations. Their fun was interrupted by the grumbling of the old master, whom everyone had forgotten about.

Oh, these young people. They'll have all the dances, but who will talk to the sheriff?

Oh, it's true. We forgot about termites!

Master, how do you know?

The blonde immediately embarrassedly admitted, “I told you everything, I just thought since Master Hephaestus is on the village council, he must also know about the invasion.”

Enough chatter! - the old master was already starting to get angry - well, go to the sheriff. Tell him that we will securely block the entrance. But until the termite queen is destroyed, the threat will remain. Let him call for volunteers.

Finding the sheriff was not the easiest thing. He was not at the post at the entrance to the upper level. Having looked through all the shops in the central hall, they didn’t find him either. The hall was followed by nearby corridors. The valiant law enforcement officer was found only in Ferum’s bar.

Seeing Artyom enter, the bartender’s lips formed a vile grin. With a pleased wink, he asked:

Well, why should I heat up the frying pan? Did you bring some fresh meat?

Brushing aside the question, Artyom hurried to the Sheriff’s table. As we walked, the bartender's face became more and more sullen.

What do I owe? - the sheriff looked up from the magnificent chop. -Have you really saved us from these vile rats?

At the sight of the fried meat, Artyom again remembered his suspicions. He immediately became dizzy. Unable to explain anything, he simply laid rat tails on the table.

Completed the task "Gray Invasion". Experience gained. Loans received. Reputation with the settlement "Compartment No. 317" has been increased.

Without really reading into the system messages, Artyom still silently laid out the termite shell on the table. Another message about the completed task was displayed. Seeing the condition of her partner, the Blonde hastened to tell how they got it. As the story progressed, the sheriff's face grew darker and darker.

Damn it! As soon as we dealt with the rats, it was like a new scourge! But if the security turrets coped well with the penetration of rats into the living compartment, then I’m afraid the rate of fire is not enough for termites.

Master Hephaestus promised to reliably block all exits. But he fears that while the queen is alive this will not help much and the residential sectors will be under real siege.

Hearing this, the sheriff stood up decisively - he would have to announce a reward for those brave souls who were ready to eliminate the new threat.

As soon as he said this, the air was torn by the howl of sirens. The text appeared before my eyes:

Attention! The local event "Protection from Termites" has been launched. Restriction: only for players of levels 1-4. You are offered a task to eliminate the threat to Compartment No. 317 from wandering termites. Reward: experience, depending on contribution to the overall victory. 1 credit for each termite destroyed. 1000 credits for destroying a termite queen. The location of the queen has been added to the map.

All players present received the same message. The hall roared approvingly. The noise of chairs being hastily pushed back was heard from everywhere. Players left the bar hoping to be the first to reach the termite queen.

Shall we go too? Building even a simple scooter will require money.

Just a minute. There is still one unfinished business left.

Artem approached the bartender. Ferum's face showed no emotion. He looked at the approaching player with complete calm. But as pieces of meat were laid out on the counter, his human half took on a menacing appearance. And the artificial eye was completely blazing, like an evil demon.

What is this?

Meat, just like you asked. -Despite the confident tone, Artem did not feel confident.

The bartender picked up one of the pieces with his creepy-looking prosthetic. He looked at him carefully.

Did you bring me rat meat? - his gaze became even more ferocious. Artyom began feverishly wondering what was better - to accept a hopeless fight or to run away, hoping for agility in his legs. Something must have flashed across his face, because the bartender burst into deafening laughter. This laughter seemed to transform Ferum. Turned me into a completely different person. Where is that vile guy who gave Artyom the task? Or the sullen killer with a fanatical fire in his eyes who appeared before him a minute ago. There is none of them. An ordinary grandfather sat in front of Artyom, scattering good-natured laughter.

Well, of course it's rat. There are simply no other animals here.

Why then were all these allusions to human flesh?

The appearance of the killer returned again, and his gaze became cold and appraising. - What do you think?

Artyom, who was completely unsettled by all these metamorphoses, shrugged his shoulders.

The Ark set off on its flight a long time ago, and almost anyone was accepted as a colonist, as long as they had arms or legs. They also took prison inmates, giving them a chance at a new life. Of course, there was information about each colonist, but you understand that time has destroyed all the archives. And now that the timers on the capsules have begun to go off en masse, it is necessary to somehow check people.

Some kind of brutal test.

Believe me, a real person will always find a way out. But how many scum were discovered. However, I was rambling, you still have to fight termites. Keep the reward.

Completed the "Meat for the Bartender" quest. Experience gained. Loans received. Increased reputation with the settlement "Compartment No. 317". Increased reputation with all playable races. Obtained the "Basics of Cooking" skill. Obtained the "Scanners" skill. A new implant was received (properties unknown).

The only things better than mountains are mountains,

Which I haven't been to yet...

Vladimir Vysotsky

There are many poems, songs and stories about mountains. Of course, everyone who has ever seen the mountains will remember their grandeur and beauty for the rest of their lives. Many try to conquer them, and many simply look and admire this magnificence and miracle of nature...

We present to you a small photo selection of some of the most famous, majestic and beautiful mountains of our planet...

Armenia

There are many mountains and extinct volcanoes. Most high mountain on the territory of modern Armenia is Aragats, whose height is 4094 meters.

Mount Ararat is ancient dormant volcano, whose last eruption was in 1840. It consists of two mountains that merged at the base: Masis (Greater Ararat) and Sis (Little Ararat) and this is the most high point Armenian Highlands.

Ararat is famous not only for its natural beauty and grandeur, but also for its biblical legends. It was on this mountain that Noah's ark ended up after the waters of the global flood subsided.

Altai Mountains

Altai is a land of incomparable mountains, magnificent in its beauty. Altai Mountains are a system of the highest ridges in Siberia.

For more than a century, the harsh and beautiful peaks have been attracting scientists, travelers, tourists, photographers, artists, climbers, as well as pilgrims, since many of the local mountains are local shrines.

The Alps are located in Central Europe and are found in northern Italy, southern Austria, the southern half of Switzerland and eastern France.

Switzerland

The Swiss mountains are, first of all, of course, the Alps, majestic and fabulously beautiful, sharp peaks covered with snow, and slopes with green meadows.

In addition, the Swiss mountains are a real oasis for skiers, snowboarders and other winter sports enthusiasts.

Italy

Dolomites - that's what they call it mountain range in northeastern Italy. Its length is more than 150 km and its height is more than 3300 meters.

The presence of dolomite in the structure of the mountains gives them a special charm - in the rays of the rising and setting sun, the rocks acquire unusual shades, from cream to pale pink.

The Carpathian mountain system stands in the center of Europe and belongs to the northern branch of the Alpine fold belt.

The Ukrainian Carpathians are located in the western region on the border with Hungary, Poland, Slovakia and Romania. On the tops of the mountains there are meadows - alpine meadows, where you can see many species of plants.

Africa

In the north-east of Tanzania, in the desert plain, is the highest peak in Africa - the incomparable volcano Kilimanjaro. It is located above the Masai plateau.

The top of a dormant volcano with a snow-white cap that sparkles in the rays of the bright African sun.

Perhaps that is why the locals called it Kilimanjaro, which means “sparkling mountain” in Swahili.

In the old days, the tribes inhabiting this area, who had never seen snow, thought that it was covered with silver.

Caucasus Mountains

Mount Fisht

Fisht is one of the most famous and beautiful peaks of the Western Caucasus. In clear weather it can be seen from Krasnodar, Sochi, Slavyansk-on-Kuban, Armavir and Timashevsk.

The extraordinary Mount Elbrus, attracting climbers and amateurs skiing and active recreation, in fact - a volcano.

Scientists call this mountain a stratovolcano, which means that from time to time streams of lava erupt from the vent, which, due to their density, do not spread over long distances, but solidify not far from the eruption site. Therefore, Elbrus “grows” every time and today is considered the highest mountain peak in Europe.

Alaska

McKinley - double-headed mountain, located in Alaska and is the highest peak North America. Stands in the center of Denali National Park.

Chile

Mountains occupy 80% of Chilean territory. These are two parallel ridges - the Main and Coastal Cordillera. The highest mountain point in Chile is Ojos del Salado.

USA

Mountains, canyons, hills and sky-high peaks, the Sierra Nevada Mountains surround the center of the California Valley, protecting it from the hot desert winds.

California has the lowest geographic point in Death Valley and the highest Mountain peak USA - Whitney.

Logan - highest mountain In Canada. Worth in national park Kluane is in southwestern Canada in the Yukon in the mountain range - St. Elias Range.

The Canadian Rockies, Appalachians, Long Range, Carlton, Cordillera, Colonels, Mackenzie - this is just a small part of Canada's mountain splendor.

Tajikistan

The Fan Mountains are located in the southwest of the Pamir-Alai near the Zeravshan and Gissar ranges. Fans are attracted primarily by the excellent sunny and stable weather in July - August.

The main wealth of the Fan Mountains is, of course, lakes. There are more than thirty of them here. Large and small, deep and shallow, legendary and lost in inaccessible gorges.

Himalayas

Some of the most famous incredible wonders of the world are considered Himalayan mountains. The point is not only in the greatness of this creation of nature, but also in large quantities the unknown that these gigantic peaks contain.

The Himalayan massif passes through the lands of five countries - India, Pakistan, China, Nepal and the Kingdom of Bhutan. The eastern foothills of the range border the north of the Republic of Bangladesh.

Japan

Despite the dense population of Japan, a large area is occupied by masterpieces of nature - the mountains of Japan. They took a third of the country's surface. Here you can see the most amazing reliefs - from lowland forests to mighty highlands.

In addition, Japan is famous for its volcanoes, of which there are more than 200, 160 of which are considered extinct.

The undisputed symbol of the country is sacred mountain Fuji. This is the most beautiful and famous mountain Japan, which was sung in ancient legends and tales.

In addition to her, Mount Ontakesan, Hakusan and Tateyama are also highly revered.