Yes, the steppe...

Yes, the steppe, -
Somewhere
Running away into the distance!..

And the soul is on it
Crucified!..

And I can't
It's a pity
Deliver her alive
And the mystical essence...

Is it only
What can I
Into this abyss
Take a look!..
26.07.2015.

This steppe
What Chekhov once
Captivated by her
Depth...

And earthly...

And tremulously winged!..

And frozen for sure...

And alive!..

And once you comprehend its essence,
It's not in vain that you
Lived on earth
Your segment!..
03.08.2017.

Meanwhile, before the eyes of those traveling, there was already a wide, endless plain, intercepted by a chain of hills. Crowded and peeking out from behind each other, these hills merge into a hill that stretches to the right of the road to the very horizon and disappears into the purple distance; you drive and drive and you can’t figure out where it begins and where it ends... The sun had already peeked out from behind the city and quietly, without any fuss, began its work. First, far ahead, where the sky meets the earth, near the mounds and windmill, which from afar looks like little man, waving his arms, crawled along the ground wide bright yellow strip; a minute later, the same stripe appeared a little closer, crawled to the right and enveloped the hills; something warm touched Yegorushka’s back, a stripe of light, creeping up from behind, dashed through the chaise and horses, rushed towards other stripes, and suddenly the entire wide steppe threw off the morning penumbra, smiled and sparkled with dew.
Compressed rye, weeds, spurge, wild hemp - everything, browned from the heat, red and half-dead, now washed with dew and caressed by the sun, came to life to bloom again. Old men rushed over the road shouting cheerfully, gophers called to each other in the grass, and somewhere far to the left lapwings cried. A flock of partridges, frightened by the chaise, fluttered up and flew towards the hills with their soft “trrr”. Grasshoppers, crickets, violinists and mole crickets began to sing their creaky, monotonous music in the grass.
But a little time passed, the dew evaporated, the air froze, and the deceived steppe took on its dull July view. The grass drooped, life froze. Tanned hills, brown-green, purple in the distance, with their calm, shadow-like tones, a plain with a foggy distance and the sky overturned above them, which is in the steppe, where there are no forests and high mountains, seems terribly deep and transparent, now seemed endless, numb with melancholy.. (A.P. Chekhov)

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Wow, I just recently re-read A.P. Chekhov, “The Steppe” was especially to my liking. And suddenly there was a meeting again. Thank you, Vadim. How much richer nature was in those days, such diversity and pristineness. And how it is written! Anton Pavlovich is a most subtle artist. In my opinion, he can be called a Poet.

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GRINDING...

At the same time as the Stone Dragon General fell, the huge stone gate from which he emerged slowly opened. After which, the excited voice of the Ancient Azure Dragon came from the heavens:

"Very good. Young man, you showed me a shocking result. In the ten thousand years that I have been on this continent, you are the first person to pass this stage of testing. During these ten thousand years of waiting, I repeatedly regretted that part of my soul was stuck on this piece of land because the level of power within this continent was too low, over time I began to understand that my test was not what people this continent can cope... Fortunately, I met you.”

“You have already passed the first stage of the test. Not only did you do it on double difficulty, you did it while burdened with her protection, you allowed me to see great hope. The stone gate of the second stage of the test has already been opened. Once you're ready, enter the open stone gate and you'll be in the second stage of the challenge. I wish you good luck.”

An open stone gate was the entrance to the second trial.

If the first stage of the test was so terrifying, then the second and third stages must be even more difficult... It was unknown what kind of hell lay ahead of them.

The Ice Soul Barrier was still intact because Yun Che had destroyed the Stone Dragon General in less than fifteen minutes.

“Everything is fine now.” Yun Che returned to Chu Yuechan and helped her get into a more comfortable position. He reached out his hand and gently released his spiritual energy into her body and helped it spread throughout her body and mix with her blood.

Chu Yuechan looked at him blankly with half-opened eyes. She then asked softly, “How did you recover and regain your strength so quickly?”

Yun Che didn’t want to lie to her, so he immediately replied, “The spiritual art that I practice can speed up the recovery of my wounds and can restore my strength.”

“Can you tell me the name of this spiritual art?” Chu Yuechan asked softly. At her level, there weren't many spiritual arts that really piqued her interest. She knew many arts that could speed up the recovery of wounds and restore strength: Restoration Arts, Nine Cycles Restoration Arts, Flying Petals and Snow Moon Divine Arts, and so on. But the wounds that Yun Che received were critical. She was clearly aware that he had spent too much vitality, so much so that it should have had a critical impact on his life expectancy…. yet it took him only six hours to fully recover. Even using all the powerful restorative spiritual arts she knew together, it was impossible to achieve such a shocking result.

Yun Che hesitated a little, but still said: “You have probably never heard of this spiritual art. It's called " Great Path Buddha"

“The Great Path of the Buddha…” Chu Yuechan thought about what she had heard, she was clearly confused. She had truly never heard of this art before.

“Inner strength in the middle of the True Realm... for such short time... kill a thousand opponents of your level... And it's even easy to destroy an enemy whose level has far surpassed your own by a whole step... Even though your inner strength matches your age, you can only be considered an ordinary genius. But with your innate talent to use inner strength... perhaps even Xia Qingyue... is not capable of such a thing... your Master must be... a very unusual person.”

For the first time, Chu Yuechan spoke so many words and her breathing became ragged. For someone who treasured words that were worth more than gold, to suddenly say so much, Yun Che shocked her so much.

“Mmm, I have two Masters, and they are both very extraordinary.” Yun Che nodded, smiling: “One of my Masters taught me medical arts and how to be humane. Another Master taught me all kinds of spiritual arts. They both pointed out to me new way in life, without them I would not exist.”

Chu Yuechan closed her eyes and didn’t speak anymore. She relaxed, and soon a feeling of weakness and exhaustion reached her. to the fullest. A little later she fell into a deep sleep.

With the internal veins completely destroyed and the meridians almost completely destroyed, staying conscious for so long required enormous effort. And what made Yun Che happy was the fact that he no longer felt the desire to die in her.

Yun Che did not go straight into the gate of the second trial. Instead, he sat to the side and calmly watched Chu Yuechan. Heavy Sword The Dragon Slayer was still in his hands without disappearing along with the Stone General.

When Chu Yuechan woke up, it was already the morning of the second day. Although her body still felt weak, after a night's rest, spiritual nourishment, and Yun Che's warmth, her complexion had improved significantly.

“Here, drink some water.” Yun Che lifted Chu Yuechan and leaned it against his chest. While he watched the water flow over her lips, she drank in small sips. He never could have imagined that the day would come when he would hold this Little Fairy who was at the peak of the Blue Wind Empire and help her drink water in a manner as if he was feeding a baby. Chu Yue Chan herself at the moment She didn’t seem to think about it... And at the moment, Chu Yuechan still didn’t consciously refuse Yun Che’s closeness, instead she felt a very strange sense of security. But if you look at the situation as a whole, due to her absolutely completely injured body, it was almost impossible for her to take care of herself on her own, she did not even have the ability to resist.

In her current state, Chu Yuechan could only eat simple, watery food. Fortunately, Yun Che bought grain from the inn before entering the Wasteland of Death. He prepared some porridge using the phoenix flames and then helped her eat. After all the preparations were completed, he picked up Chu Yuechan and headed towards the gate of the second stage of the trial.

After carefully entering through the stone gates, absolute darkness arose before my eyes. Then he took two more steps forward, and suddenly there was a flash of light, as if just by taking these two steps, he had completely stepped from one world to another.

A vast expanse of endless plain appeared before his eyes. Grass and trees covered the ground, you could even hear faint sound running water. Low hills could be seen nearby. Sometimes the cries of birds and animals could be heard.

The refreshing delightful atmosphere and smells of this place were completely different from the previous place. Yun Che turned around, continuing to observe the endless plain; there were no signs of mountain walls or stone gates. He immediately realized that he was not walking through a stone gate, but rather through a displacement formation.

“This is... the next test site? There’s no… there’s no hint of danger here.” Chu Yuechan said quietly.

“Welcome, young man. This is the location of the second Divine Dragon Trial. This area has no boundaries, as well as no exit. You can only leave this place after you successfully complete the test. Or perhaps you will be buried here before you pass it.”

“This plain is home to an infinite number of spirit animals. The level of spirit animals is estimated to be comparable to your strength. Moreover, as a result of the double level of difficulty, every spirit animal here is not lower than the Spiritual Stage of profound strength. As for some of the stronger animals, their strength far surpasses the Stone Dragon General you killed.”

“For spirit beasts, this place is an endless paradise. But this place is extremely dangerous for you; in this abyss, the feeling of death will haunt you like a shadow. After all, as soon as the animals here sense your aura, they will all immediately begin to attack non-stop. Guided by me, all the spirit beasts in the area will be able to easily find you. You will be in the role of a victim, you will be hunted without interruption so that you will no longer be able to sleep or eat peacefully.”

Yun Che: “…”

Yun Che didn’t show even a drop of emotion to all of the above, but the following words The Ancient Azure Dragon almost forced Yun Che to spit out a mouthful of blood.

“Your goal in this second stage of the trial is also quite simple. Kill 99999 spirit beasts within one year!”

(Excerpts)

A story for children about summer.

Lightning flashed to the right and, as if reflected in a mirror, it immediately flashed in the distance. The distance noticeably turned black and, more often than every minute, blinked with a pale light, as if for centuries. Its blackness, as if from heaviness, bent to the right.

To the left, as if someone had struck a match across the sky, a pale, phosphorescent strip flashed and went out. I heard someone walking on an iron roof somewhere very far away. They probably walked barefoot on the roof, because the iron grumbled dully.

Lightning flashed between the distance and the right horizon, and so brightly that it illuminated part of the steppe and the place where clear sky bordered on blackness. The terrible cloud was approaching slowly, in a continuous mass; large black rags hung on its edge; Exactly the same rags, crushing each other, piled up on the right and left horizons. This ragged, disheveled appearance of the cloud gave it a kind of drunken, mischievous expression. Thunder rumbled clearly and not dully.

The wind rushed with a whistle across the steppe, swirled randomly and raised such a noise with the grass that because of it neither thunder nor the creaking of wheels could be heard. It blew from a black cloud, carrying with it clouds of dust and the smell of rain and wet ground. The moonlight dimmed and seemed to become dirtier, the stars frowned even more, and one could see clouds of dust and their shadows hurrying somewhere along the edge of the road. Now, in all likelihood, the whirlwinds, whirling and carrying dust, dry grass and feathers from the ground, rose to the very sky; there were probably tumbleweeds flying near the blackest cloud, and how scared they must have been! But through the dust that covered my eyes, nothing was visible except the sparkle of lightning...

Thunder rumbled angrily, rolled across the sky from right to left, then back and froze...

The blackness in the sky opened its mouth and breathed white fire; immediately thunder roared again; As soon as he fell silent, lightning flashed...

For some reason the rain did not start for a long time. It was terribly dark. And the lightning in the darkness seemed whiter and more dazzling, so that it hurt my eyes.

But finally the wind comes in last time rushed... and ran away somewhere. A smooth, calm noise was heard, but at that time something fell and clattered along the road. It was rain...

On July evenings and nights, quails and corncrakes no longer call, nightingales no longer sing in the forest ravines, there is no smell of flowers, but the steppe is still beautiful and full of life. As soon as the sun sets and the earth is enveloped in darkness, the day's melancholy is forgotten, everything is forgiven, and the steppe sighs easily with its wide chest. As if because the grass is not visible in the darkness of its old age, a cheerful, young chatter arises in it, which does not happen during the day; crackling, whistling, scratching, steppe basses, tenors and trebles1 - everything mixes into a continuous, monotonous hum, under which it is good to remember and be sad. The monotonous chatter lulls you to sleep like a lullaby; you drive and feel that you are falling asleep, but from somewhere comes the abrupt, alarming cry of an unsleeping bird, or an indefinite sound is heard, similar to someone’s voice, like a surprised “ah-ah!”, and drowsiness lowers your eyelids. And sometimes you drive past a ravine where there are bushes, and you hear a bird, which the steppe inhabitants call a spittle, shouting to someone: “I’m sleeping! I'm sleeping! I’m sleeping!”, and the other one laughs or bursts into hysterical crying - this is an owl. For whom they scream and who listens to them on this plain, God knows them, but in their scream there is a lot of sadness and complaint... It smells of hay, dried grass and belated flowers, but the smell is thick, sweetly cloying and delicate.

Everything is visible through the darkness, but it is difficult to make out the color and outlines of objects. Everything appears to be something other than what it is. You are driving and suddenly you see a silhouette standing in front of the road that looks like a monk; he does not move, waits and holds something in his arms... Is this a robber? The figure is approaching, growing, now it has caught up with the chaise, and you see that this is not a person, but a lonely bush or a large stone. Such motionless figures, waiting for someone, stand on the hills, hide behind mounds, look out from the weeds, and they all look like people and inspire suspicion.

And when the moon rises, the night becomes pale and languid. The darkness was gone. The air is clear, fresh and warm, you can see clearly everywhere and you can even make out individual stems of weeds along the road. Skulls and stones are visible in the distance. Suspicious figures, similar to monks, appear blacker against the light background of the night and look more gloomy. More and more often, amid the monotonous chatter, disturbing the still air, someone’s surprised “ah-ah!” is heard. and the cry of a sleepless or delirious bird is heard. Wide shadows move across the plain, like clouds across the sky, and in the incomprehensible distance, if you peer into it for a long time, foggy, bizarre images rise and pile on top of each other... A little creepy. And you look at the pale green sky, strewn with stars, on which there is not a cloud, not a spot, and you will understand why warm air motionless, why nature is on guard and afraid to move: she is terrified and sorry to lose at least one moment of life. The immense depth and boundlessness of the sky can only be judged at sea and in the steppe at night when the moon is shining. It is scary, beautiful and affectionate, it looks languidly and beckons to you, and its caress makes you dizzy.

You drive for an hour or two... You come across a silent old mound or a stone woman on the way, erected by God knows who and when, a night bird flies silently over the earth, and little by little steppe legends come to mind, stories of people you meet, tales of a steppe nanny and everything what he himself was able to see and comprehend with his soul. And then in the chatter of insects, in suspicious figures and mounds, in the deep sky, in moonlight, in the flight of a night bird, in everything you see and hear, the triumph of beauty, youth, the prime of life and a passionate thirst for life begin to seem; the soul gives a response to the beautiful, harsh homeland, and you want to fly over the steppe with the night bird. And in the triumph of beauty, in the excess of happiness, you feel tension and melancholy, as if the steppe realizes that it is lonely, that its wealth and inspiration are perishing as a gift to the world, unsung by anyone and unnecessary to anyone, and through the joyful hum you hear its sad, hopeless call : singer! singer!

Meanwhile, before the eyes of those traveling, a wide, endless plain, intercepted by a chain of hills, spread out. Crowding together and peering out from behind each other, these hills merge into a hill that stretches to the right of the road to the very horizon and disappears into the purple distance; you drive and drive and you can’t figure out where it begins and where it ends... The sun had already peeked out from behind the city and quietly, without any fuss, began its work. First, far ahead, where the sky meets the earth, near the mounds and the windmill, which from a distance looks like a little man waving his arms, a wide bright yellow stripe crawled along the ground; a minute later, the same stripe appeared a little closer, crawled to the right and enveloped the hills; and suddenly the entire wide steppe threw off the morning penumbra, smiled and sparkled with dew.

Compressed rye, weeds, milkweed, wild hemp - everything, browned from the heat, red and half-dead, now washed with dew and caressed by the sun, came to life to bloom again. Old men rushed over the road shouting cheerfully, gophers called to each other in the grass, and somewhere far to the left lapwings cried. Grasshoppers, crickets, violinists and mole crickets began to sing their creaky, monotonous music in the grass...

But a little time passed, the dew evaporated, the air froze, and the deceived steppe took on its dull July appearance. The grass drooped, life froze. The tanned hills, brown-green, purple in the distance, with their calm, shadow-like tones, the plain with a foggy distance and the sky overturned above them, which in the steppe, where the shadow of forests and high mountains, seems terribly deep and transparent, now seemed endless, numb with melancholy...

The air became more and more frozen from the heat and silence, the submissive nature became numb in silence... No wind, no cheerful, fresh sound, no clouds.

But finally, when the sun began to descend to the west, the steppe, the hills and the air did not relieve the oppression and, having exhausted their patience, exhausted, they tried to throw off the yoke. An ash-gray curly cloud suddenly appeared from behind the hills. It looked at the steppe - I’m ready, they say - and frowned. Suddenly something broke in the stagnant air, the wind blew violently and whirled across the steppe with a noise and a whistle. Immediately, the grass and last year's weeds began to murmur, dust spiraled on the road, ran across the steppe and, carrying straw, dragonflies and feathers with it, rose to the sky in a black spinning column and fogged the sun. Tumbleweeds ran along and across the steppe, stumbling and jumping...

Suddenly the wind blew...

The blackness in the sky opened its mouth and breathed white fire; thunder immediately roared... new blow, just as strong and terrible. The sky no longer thundered or rumbled, but made dry, crackling sounds, similar to the crackling of dry wood...

Streams flowed along the road and bubbles jumped...

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1. Before the eyes of those traveling there was a wide,

Endless plain. [= identical quality characteristics are listed

Noun, put a comma]

2. Garden, steppe, courtyard - everything was in the cold steppe. [= between

We use commas for homogeneous subjects; homogeneous subjects specify

Generalizing word ALL, put a dash]

3. Grasshoppers, crickets, violinists and mole crickets began to

The grass has its own creaking monotonous music. [= homogeneous ones are listed

Subjects, put commas between homogeneous members of the sentence]

4. Now there are no mountains, no sky, no earth - nothing

It was visible. [=with homogeneous members of a sentence with a repeating conjunction NI...NI

We put commas; homogeneous members of the sentence specify the generalizing word, pronoun

NOTHING, so we put a dash]

5. Everything looked joyful and attractive:

Green grass, rustling leaves, the sun overhead. [= general word EVERYTHING is worth

Therefore, we put a colon before homogeneous members; between homogeneous terms we put

Commas]

6. We were pleased with the zero result of the match

Players and fans alike. [= homogeneous subjects are listed, used

Conjunctive conjunction AS...SO AND - put a comma]

7. Everywhere: in the steppe, across the river, along the roads - it was

Empty. [= the generalizing word EVERYWHERE stands before homogeneous members of the sentence,

Therefore, we put a colon after the generalizing word; between homogeneous members we put

Commas, followed by a dash as the sentence continues]

8. There is moss everywhere: underfoot, on the stones, and

On tree branches. [= the generalizing word EVERYWHERE stands before homogeneous members,

Therefore, we put a colon; We put commas between homogeneous members]

9. Short velvety grass grows green near the spring.

[= we don’t put a comma between heterogeneous members of a sentence, as they characterize

The noun “grass” from different sides]

10. All species of resinous trees, for example: spruce,

Pine and fir are called red forest. [= the general word ALL comes before

Homogeneous members, so we put a colon; when using the word "for example"

A comma is placed in front of it, and a dash after it, it clarifies the generalization

Word; between homogeneous terms we put commas, after homogeneous terms

Sentences are put with a dash, since the sentence has a continuation]

11. High

Either a hawk or an eagle was soaring in the sky. [= between homogeneous members before a repeating

We use commas with the conjunction NOT THAT... NOT THAT]

One trace: neither ski, nor pedestrian, nor human - did not cross the road path. [=

The general phrase NOT A SINGLE TRACE stands

Therefore, we put a colon before homogeneous members; between homogeneous members with

Using the repeated conjunction NI...NI we place commas after homogeneous members of the sentence

We put a dash, since the sentence continues further]

13.And the vault of heaven is clean, and quiet, and clear. [= before homogeneous members with a repeating conjunction

And... And, put commas]

14. These days the grass and leaves melt and carry

All the blooms of summer and autumn. [= homogeneous

The members of the sentence are connected by the connecting conjunction I: grass and leaves, melt and carry]

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Sentences containing the word "spread"

We found 28 sentences containing the word "spread". Also look at the synonyms for “spread out”.
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• These friendly conversations merge in my memories with the wide panorama that from the window in front of us spread out.
• Steppe spread out on both sides of the road, like an open book.
• Down spread out large-scale map of the area.
• Under the windows of the gymnasium spread out Pokrovka with its endless traders and carriages.
• Behind this ditch in front of the village spread out spacious and flat clearing.
• Down many hundreds of kilometers spread out taiga.
• Around the observatory, below, spread out yellow steppe, speckled with bushes of silver wormwood and blue thorns.
• Before us spread out a wide but not very deep valley, at the bottom of which was a beautiful green deciduous forest.
• It was snowing and in front of us spread out wide bright road.
• Ahead spread out a desert of physical and moral suffering.
• Ahead spread out road strewn with sharp stones.
• Take your time spread out With snow, winter, slowly, dressed foreign warriors in a white shroud.
• Before us spread out The water surface of the Prut River is 40 m wide and 4 m deep.
• In front of my windows spread out huge green square, bordered by low stone buildings.
• In the middle of the room spread out tablecloth, small and not very clean, on which we placed osh.
• Before us spread out Moscow panorama.
• The sofa was legally occupied by the Kocharyan couple, on the floor spread out the burka on which Akimov rested.
• Further south-southeast of this lake, for all the space that the eye could see, spread out vast plain.
• A little further south spread out endless steppe.
• The picture in front of him spread out pretty smooth.
• Between Southern Altai and Tien Shan spread out a wide, boundless plain, which seemed to have no end in the east.
• IN early XIX centuries around Kensington Palace spread out picturesque English countryside.
• Behind Lepsa spread out a vast sandy steppe, and along its banks grew trees: thalas (Salix viminalis) and poplars (Populus laurifola).
• in front of me spread out a plain with rocky soil, devoid of any vegetation.
• Beneath our feet spread out light yellow clay, hard as pavement and smooth as the surface of a lake.
• Even in the black night sky the smog was visible, spreading over the city.
• Crowds of Russian soldiers and officers looked at the city, spreading under their feet.
• The father, with a broad gesture and movement of his hand, points her to the open space, spread out outside the window.

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