He emerged and snorted, blowing bubbles. He took out a green lamp glass from his pocket, the expression undressed
Test No. 3 “Adverb”
The convoy was located away from the village near the river. The sun burned like yesterday. The air was still and dull. There was no escape from the heat. There were several willows on the bank, but the shadow of the river, turning blue from the sky reflected in it, passionately beckoned.
Dymov and Kiryusha quickly undressed and fell into the water with a loud cry. The quietly babbling river was filled with snorting, splashing, and screaming. Yegorushka undressed. Taking a running start, he jumped from a height into the river. Having described an arc in the air, Yegorushka sank deeply, but did not reach the bottom. Some force picked him up and carried him back upstairs. He surfaced, snorting and blowing bubbles. Yegorushka swam to the shore and began to rummage around the reed roots.
(According to Chekhov A.P., 114 words)
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Brothers, the old man gave birth to a boy at night!
Kiryukha coughed from deep laughter. Someone else also laughed, but Yegorushka blushed and finally decided that Dymov was a very angry person.
Fair-haired, with a curly head, without a hat and with his shirt unbuttoned on his chest, Dymov seemed handsome and unusually strong; in his every movement one could see a mischievous man and a strong man who knew his worth. He moved his shoulders, put his hands on his hips, talked and laughed louder than everyone else and looked as if he was going to lift something very heavy with one hand and surprise the whole world with it. His crazy, mocking gaze slid along the road, along the wagon train and across the sky, did not stop at anything and seemed to be looking for someone else to kill because he had nothing to do and something to laugh at. Apparently, he was not afraid of anyone, did not embarrass himself in any way and, probably, was not at all interested in Yegorushka’s opinion... And Yegorushka with all his soul hated his blond head, clean face and strength, listened to his laughter with disgust and fear and came up with something say a swear word to him in retaliation.
Panteley also went to the bucket. He took a green one out of his pocket lamp glass, wiped it with a rag, scooped it out of the bucket and drank it, then scooped it up again, wrapped the glass in a rag and put it back in his pocket.
Grandfather, why are you drinking from the lamp? - Egorushka was surprised.
“Who drinks from a bucket, and who from a lamp,” the old man answered evasively. - Everyone in their own way... You drink from a bucket, well, drink for your health...
“My darling, my beautiful mother,” Vasya suddenly spoke in a tender, weeping voice. - My darling!
His eyes were directed into the distance, they became oily, they smiled, and his face took on the same expression that he had earlier when he looked at Yegorushka.
Who are you talking to? - asked Kiryukha.
Mother fox... lay down on her back and plays like a dog...
Everyone began to look into the distance and look for the fox, but found nothing. Only Vasya saw something with his dull gray eyes and admired it. His vision, as Yegorushka later became convinced, was amazingly sharp. He saw so well that the brown desert steppe was always full of life and content for him. He had only to peer into the distance to see a fox, a hare, a hornbill or some other animal keeping itself away from people. It’s not surprising to see a running hare or a flying drokhva - everyone who drove through the steppe has seen this - but not everyone can see wild animals in their home life when they are not running, not hiding and not looking around anxiously. And Vasya saw foxes playing, hares washing themselves with their paws, drokhva spreading their wings, little bustards beating out their “points”. Thanks to such visual acuity, in addition to the world that everyone saw, Vasya also had another world, his own, inaccessible to anyone and, probably, very good, because when he looked and admired, it was difficult not to envy him.
V
The convoy was located away from the village on the river bank. The sun burned like yesterday, the air was still and dull. There were several willows on the shore, but their shadow did not fall on the ground, but on the water, where it was wasted; in the shade under the carts it was stuffy and boring. The water, blue because it reflected the sky, passionately beckoned.
The boatman, Stepka, whom Yegorushka only now noticed, an eighteen-year-old boy with a crest, in a long shirt, without a belt and wide trousers hanging out like flags, quickly undressed, ran down the steep bank and splashed into the water. He dived three times, then swam on his back and closed his eyes in pleasure. His face smiled and wrinkled, as if it was ticklish, painful and funny.
On a hot day, when there is nowhere to escape the heat and stuffiness, the splash of water and the loud breathing of a bathing person act on the ear like good music. Dymov and Kiryukha, looking at Styopka, quickly undressed and, one after the other, with loud laughter and anticipation of pleasure, fell into the water. And the quiet, modest river resounded with snorting, splashing and screaming. Kiryukha coughed, laughed and screamed as if they wanted to drown him, and Dymov chased after him and tried to grab his leg.
Ge-ge-ge! - he shouted. - Catch him, hold him!
Kiryukha laughed and enjoyed himself, but his expression was the same as on land: stupid, stunned, as if someone had sneaked up on him from behind and hit him on the head with a butt. Yegorushka also undressed, but did not go down the bank, but took a running start and flew from a height of one and a half feet. Having described an arc in the air, he fell into the water, sank deeply, but did not reach the bottom; some force, cold and pleasant to the touch, picked him up and carried him back upstairs. He emerged and, snorting and blowing bubbles, opened his eyes; but the sun was reflected on the river right next to his face. First, dazzling sparks, then rainbows and dark spots appeared in his eyes; he hurried to dive again, opened his eyes in the water and saw something dull green, similar to the sky in moonlit night. Again the same force, not allowing him to touch the bottom and stay cool, carried him upward, he emerged and sighed so deeply that it became spacious and fresh not only in his chest, but even in his stomach. Then, in order to take everything that could be taken from the water, he allowed himself every luxury: he lay on his back and basked, splashed, tumbled, swam on his stomach, and on his side, and on his back, and standing up - as he wanted, until he got tired . The other bank was densely overgrown with reeds, golden in the sun, and reed flowers bent towards the water in beautiful tassels. In one place the reeds trembled, bowed with their flowers and made a crackling noise - then Styopka and Kiryukha were “pushing” the crayfish.
The waters and the loud breathing of a bathing person act on the ear like good music. Dymov and Kiryukha, looking at Styopka, quickly undressed and, one after the other, with loud laughter and anticipating pleasure, fell into the water. And the quiet, modest river resounded with snorting, splashing and screaming. Kiryukha coughed, laughed and screamed as if they wanted to drown him, and Dymov chased after him and tried to grab his leg.
Ge-ge-ge! - he shouted. - Catch him, hold him!
Kiryukha laughed and enjoyed himself, but his expression was the same as on land: stupid, stunned, as if someone had sneaked up on him from behind and hit him on the head with a butt. Yegorushka also undressed, but did not go down the bank, but took a running start and flew from a height of one and a half feet. Having described an arc in the air, he fell into the water, sank deeply, but did not reach the bottom; some force, cold and pleasant to the touch, picked him up and carried him back upstairs. He emerged and, snorting and blowing bubbles, opened his eyes; but the sun was reflected on the river right next to his face. First, dazzling sparks, then rainbows and dark spots appeared in his eyes; he hurried to dive again, opened his eyes in the water and saw something dull green, similar to the sky on a moonlit night. Again the same force, not allowing him to touch the bottom and stay cool, carried him upward, he emerged and sighed so deeply that it became spacious and fresh not only in his chest, but even in his stomach. Then, in order to take everything that could be taken from the water, he allowed himself every luxury: he lay on his back and basked, splashed, tumbled, swam on his stomach, and on his side, and on his back, and standing up - as he wanted, until he got tired . The other bank was densely overgrown with reeds, golden in the sun, and reed flowers bent towards the water in beautiful tassels. At one place the reeds trembled, bowed with their flowers and made a crackling sound - then Styopka and Kiryukha were “pushing” the crayfish.
Cancer! Look, brothers: cancer! - Kiryukha shouted triumphantly and showed a really crayfish.
Yegorushka swam to the reeds, dived and began to rummage around the reed roots. Digging in the liquid, slimy mud, he felt something sharp and nasty, perhaps it was actually a crayfish, but at that time someone grabbed him by the leg and dragged him up. Choking and coughing, Yegorushka opened his eyes and saw in front of him the wet, laughing face of the mischievous Dymov. The mischievous man was breathing heavily and, judging by his eyes, wanted to continue playing pranks. He held Yegorushka tightly by the leg and was already raising his other hand to grab him by the neck, but Yegorushka, with disgust and fear, as if disdainful and afraid that the strong man would drown him, rushed away from him and said:
Fool! I'll punch you in the face!
Feeling that this was not enough to express hatred, he thought and added:
Scoundrel! Son of a bitch!
And Dymov, as if nothing had happened, no longer noticed Yegorushka, but swam to Kiryukha and shouted:
Ge-he-gey! Let's fish! Guys, catch fish!
So what? - Kiryukha agreed. - There must be a lot of fish here...
Styopka, run to the village, ask the men for nonsense!
They won't!
They will! You ask! Tell them to instead
For Christ's sake, that's why we are still strangers.
It's right!
Styopka got out of the water, quickly dressed and, without a hat, dangling his wide trousers, ran towards the village. After the collision with Dymov, the water lost all its charm for Yegorushka. He got out and began to get dressed. Panteley and Vasya sat on the steep bank, their legs dangling down, and looked at the swimmers. Yemelyan stood naked up to his knees in the water near the shore, holding onto the grass with one hand so as not to fall, and with the other he stroked himself
“Who drinks from a bucket, and who from a lamp,” the old man answered evasively. - Everyone in their own way... You drink from a bucket, well, drink for your health...
“My darling, my beautiful mother,” Vasya suddenly spoke in a tender, weeping voice. - My darling!
His eyes were directed into the distance, they became oily, they smiled, and his face took on the same expression that he had earlier when he looked at Yegorushka.
Who are you talking to? - asked Kiryukha.
Mother fox... lay down on her back and plays like a dog...
Everyone began to look into the distance and look for the fox, but found nothing. Only Vasya saw something with his dull gray eyes and admired it. His vision, as Yegorushka later became convinced, was amazingly sharp. He saw so well that the brown desert steppe was always full of life and content for him. He had only to peer into the distance to see a fox, a hare, a hornbill or some other animal keeping itself away from people. It is not surprising to see a running hare or a flying drokhva - everyone who has passed through the steppe has seen this - but not everyone can see wild animals in their home life, when they are not running, not hiding and not looking around anxiously. And Vasya saw foxes playing, hares washing themselves with their paws, drokhva spreading their wings, little bustards beating out their “points”. Thanks to such visual acuity, in addition to the world that everyone saw, Vasya also had another world, his own, inaccessible to anyone and, probably, very good, because when he looked and admired, it was difficult not to envy him.
V
The convoy was located away from the village on the river bank. The sun burned like yesterday, the air was still and dull. There were several willows on the shore, but their shadow did not fall on the ground, but on the water, where it was wasted; in the shade under the carts it was stuffy and boring. The water, blue because it reflected the sky, passionately beckoned.
The boatman, Stepka, whom Yegorushka only now noticed, an eighteen-year-old boy with a crest, in a long shirt, without a belt and wide trousers hanging out like flags, quickly undressed, ran down the steep bank and splashed into the water. He dived three times, then swam on his back and closed his eyes in pleasure. His face smiled and wrinkled, as if it was ticklish, painful and funny.
On a hot day, when there is nowhere to escape the heat and stuffiness, the splash of water and the loud breathing of a bathing person act on the ear like good music. Dymov and Kiryukha, looking at Styopka, quickly undressed and, one after the other, with loud laughter and anticipation of pleasure, fell into the water. And the quiet, modest river resounded with snorting, splashing and screaming. Kiryukha coughed, laughed and screamed as if they wanted to drown him, and Dymov chased after him and tried to grab his leg.
Ge-ge-ge! - he shouted. - Catch him, hold him!
Kiryukha laughed and enjoyed himself, but his expression was the same as on land: stupid, stunned, as if someone had sneaked up on him from behind and hit him on the head with a butt. Yegorushka also undressed, but did not go down the bank, but took a running start and flew from a height of one and a half feet. Having described an arc in the air, he fell into the water, sank deeply, but did not reach the bottom; some force, cold and pleasant to the touch, picked him up and carried him back upstairs. He emerged and, snorting and blowing bubbles, opened his eyes; but the sun was reflected on the river right next to his face. First dazzling sparks, then rainbows and dark spots appeared in his eyes; he hurried to dive again, opened his eyes in the water and saw something dull green, similar to the sky on a moonlit night. Again the same force, not allowing him to touch the bottom and stay cool, carried him upward, he emerged and sighed so deeply that it became spacious and fresh not only in his chest, but even in his stomach. Then, in order to take everything that could be taken from the water, he allowed himself every luxury: he lay on his back and basked, splashed, tumbled, swam on his stomach, and on his side, and on his back, and standing up - as he wanted, until he got tired . The other bank was densely overgrown with reeds, golden in the sun, and reed flowers bent towards the water in beautiful tassels. At one place the reeds trembled, bowed with their flowers and made a cracking sound - then Styopka and Kiryukha were “pushing” the crayfish.
Cancer! Look, brothers: cancer! - Kiryukha shouted triumphantly and showed a really crayfish.
Yegorushka swam to the reeds, dived and began to rummage around the reed roots. Digging in the liquid, slimy mud, he felt something sharp and nasty, perhaps it was actually a crayfish, but at that time someone grabbed him by the leg and dragged him up. Choking and coughing, Yegorushka opened his eyes and saw in front of him the wet, laughing face of the mischievous Dymov. The mischievous man was breathing heavily and, judging by his eyes, wanted to continue playing pranks. He held Yegorushka tightly by the leg and was already raising his other hand to grab him by the neck, but Yegorushka, with disgust and fear, as if disdainful and afraid that the strong man would drown him, rushed away from him and said:
Fool! I'll punch you in the face!
Feeling that this was not enough to express hatred, he thought and added:
Scoundrel! Son of a bitch!
And Dymov, as if nothing had happened, no longer noticed Yegorushka, but swam to Kiryukha and shouted:
Ge-ge-gey! Let's fish! Guys, catch fish!
So what? - Kiryukha agreed. - There must be a lot of fish here...
Styopka, run to the village, ask the men for nonsense!
They won't!
They will! You ask! Tell them, instead of Christ, for the sake of Christ, because we are still strangers.
It's right!
Styopka got out of the water, quickly dressed and, without a hat, dangling his wide trousers, ran towards the village. After the collision with Dymov, the water lost all its charm for Yegorushka. He got out and began to get dressed. Panteley and Vasya sat on the steep bank, their legs dangling down, and looked at the swimmers. Emelyan stood naked, knee-deep in the water near the shore, holding onto the grass with one hand so as not to fall, and stroking his body with the other. With bony shoulder blades, a lump under his eye, bent over and clearly afraid of the water, he made a funny figure. His face was serious, stern, he looked at the water angrily, as if he was going to scold her for the fact that she had once given him a cold in the Donets and took his voice away.
Why don't you swim? - Yegorushka asked Vasya.
And so... I don’t like it... - answered Vasya.
Why is your chin swollen?
It hurts... I, panicked, worked in a match factory... The doctor said that this is what makes my jaw swell. The air there is unhealthy. And besides me, three other guys’ jaws were swollen, and one of them was completely rotten.