Dictation on a raft in the taiga. Control dictation on a raft on a taiga river. Getting ready for the road

Control dictations

On the topic "Particle"

Dictation No. 1

Summer evening

Quiet and gentle warm summer evening. No oppressive heat, no stuffiness in the calm air. Twilight has not yet descended on the earth, and pale stars, which have not yet had time to flare up, are already imperceptibly appearing in the sky one after another. A hushed breeze will occasionally rustle over the ground, blowing unexpected coolness into your face. Then an indistinct rustling arose in the foliage of the trees. They will whisper about something unknown among themselves, not paying attention to the lonely traveler. Whatever you glance at, whatever you stop it at, everything joyfully greets the evening cool. Twilight becomes thicker and more noticeable. In the dark sky, more and more dim stars are constantly flashing. Distant and incomprehensible, they quietly froze in the immense heights and seem to look with bewilderment at the restless life on earth.

How nice this wonderful evening is! Nothing disturbs his peace of mind. You can't help but admire this wonderful picture of nature.

Dictation No. 2

No matter how hard you listen, you won’t hear a single extraneous sound. Neither seagulls cry, nor ships passing by break the silence. Even the wind, which had been shaking the treetops all day, died down. Only the noise of the surf, without stopping for a minute. A smooth surface spreads to the right and left, and there is no end or edge to it. The waves, overtaking one another, quickly roll onto the shore and just as quickly run away.

It is impossible not to admire this majestic panorama. A saffron crescent moon peeked out from behind the clouds and illuminated the surface of the sea. The light of silver stars ignites millions of sparks that flash and then go out. How beautiful it is all around, how mysterious! It is this mystery that attracts and fascinates.

More than once I wondered what the charm of the sea was, and could not find the answer. Whoever doesn’t write about the sea doesn’t sing about it! More than one artist took up a brush to convey the uniqueness of the sea element. Many poets and composers tried to comprehend the secrets of the sea, but not a single genius penetrated them to the end. Is there anything more majestic and beautiful in the world than this moving, breathing, sparkling mass?!

Dictation No. 3

At the beginning of summer I spent several days alone, undisturbed by anyone or anything. Due to the river flooding, I had to postpone my departure.

The ancient house was surrounded by a huge neglected garden. For many hours I watched the trees blossom, the flowers grow. There were so many colours, sounds and smells all around!

Wherever you look, acacia trees are fragrant, and honeysuckle bushes are pleasing to the eye. It is impossible not to admire the delicate daffodils, it is impossible not to admire the fluttering chocolate butterflies and dragonflies with lavender wings. Bird trills never stop for a minute; grasshoppers and cicadas also chirp, attracting attention. Trees rush upward, stretching towards the sun, giving warmth. No matter how closely you look, you won’t see a cloud or a cloud in the bright blue sky.

Wherever fate has taken me! But no matter where I was, no matter what beauties I admired, the charm of that unforgettable summer has not been erased from my memory to this day.

(133 words)

Dictation No. 4

Despite the fact that the sun was hot during the day, it somehow immediately became fresh and windy. The hills and hills blown by the wind take on a pale lilac hue. The bluish-scarlet sunset, burning out somehow reluctantly, is cold and dim. There are no purple or orange colors. No matter how hard you look, you won’t see anything catchy or pleasing to the eye.

The piercing wind, which did not subside for a minute throughout the evening, did not leave a single passenger on the deck. More than once I left the cabin, but did not dare to approach the ship.

Where have I been, what seas have I sailed! But at this late hour it was impossible not to shudder, looking at the dark blue ice water having no end or edge.

Twilight, thickening more and more, absorbs the last colors. with a dull pale moon floating in the clouds, cold just like yesterday.

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Test materials

In Russian

for 7th grade

Compiled by: teacher of Russian language and literature

Petrova Natalya Gennadievna

1. Entrance dictation on the topic “Repetition of what was learned in grades 5-6.”

I live on the shore of a beautiful lake. Ancient cliffs here rise steeply above clear water, and from above, near these rocks, stocky, squat pine trees peer into the depths.

In the spring, when the ice turns blue, wide flocks of geese stretch north over the lake. The birds flap their wings heavily and tiredly and sometimes stop on a narrow island. All night then the restless voices of large and cautious birds are heard around.

As soon as the ice swells, crumbles, and wide tongues of spring water protrude onto the shore, pikes head from the cold lake depths to the shore. They come to the flooded swamps to spawn, and with the slow splashes of their wide tails they talk about the fact that spring has also begun on the lake.

And then, when the last gray ice floes melt in the deep forest bays, I climb to the highest rock, so that after a long northern winter say hello to other lakes and congratulate them on the coming spring.

2. Control dictation "Communion. Participial phrase."

The time of wizards has passed. In all likelihood, they will neverAnd it really wasn't. It's just that some magicians could do thatcleverly deceive all sorts of onlookers that these magicians receivedfor sorcerers and wizards.

There was such a doctor. His name was Gaspar Arneri. Naive mana fairground reveler, a dropout student could have him toomistaken for a wizard. In fact, this doctor did suchamazing things that they really were like miracles.Of course, he had nothing in common with wizards and charlatans,fooled too gullible people.

Dr. Gaspar Arneri was a scientist. He probably studied abouthundred sciences In any case, there was no one in the land of the wise and learnedGaspar Arneri. Everyone knew about his learning: both the miller and the soldier,both ladies and ministers.

One day in June the doctor decided to go to a distant place.walk to collect some types of herbs and bugs. It was a wonderful day: the sun was shining, a light breeze was blowing like an airball gown

The Palace of the Three Fat Men stood in the middle of a huge park. A parkwas surrounded by deep canals. Black ones hung over the canalsiron bridges. The bridges were guarded by palace guards - guardsmen in black oilskin hats decorated with yellow feathers.Around the park up to the very sky there were meadows, coveredfilled with flowers, groves and ponds.

(189 words) (According to Yu. Olesha)II . Grammar task

1. Do word-formation analysis and analysis of words according to sostavu:

2. 1st option -fooled 2nd option -covered.

2. Do parsing proposals.

1st option -A naive person, a fairground reveler, a dropout student could also mistake him for a wizard.

2nd option -Around the park up to the very sky there were meadows filled with flowers, groves and ponds.

3. Task for both options: do a morphological analysisboron of participles.

(Partitions:half-educated, fooled, surrounded, decorated nykh, asleep.)

3. Control dictation “Communion. Spelling participles"

Travel to Arles

Arles is a small French city. But once upon a time he wasgreat and famous. The Romans who conquered Arles turned the small settlement on the banks of the Rhone into a major economic center. Weavers, goldsmiths, and gunsmiths carried on a brisktrade. The Forum was erected, a huge arena was built,an ancient theater, an aqueduct seventy-five kilometers long.IThe city flourished.

The invasion of the barbarians put an end to prosperity. The city has becomefeed on tourists, ruins and former greatness. Here's a short onethe history of a city that lived no more or less than twentyfive centuries.

Wandering the streets of Arles is a pleasure. You are walking slowly along a narrow, stone-paved street - and suddenly in front of yousomething big, with arches and columns. Turns out it's Romanthe arena, the same one where gladiators once died. In the Middle Ages arewas a fortress that protected the whole city with houses, streets,even the church. Now there is nothing left of the city, but the restorationRators with great tact and taste restored the walls of the fortress,artificially creating the patina of time. New, just as weathered,The rain-scarred parts of the building are no different from the old ones.The work is incredibly painstaking, but the result is amazing.

Arles is a city of faded glory. In this greatness of the past itscharm, the quiet thoughtfulness of the wise, who have seen a lot inold people in their age. .

(185 words) (According to V. Nekrasov)

II . Grammar task

1 . Underline the participles and participles found in the text
phrases as members of a sentence.

(Predicates:erected; built.

Definitions:those who conquered Arles; lived neither more nor less than twenty-five centuries; paved with stone; defended a whole city with houses, streets, even a church; weathered, is cut by rains; died down; seen a lot in my life century.)

2. Designate active participles letterd, sufferernew-letter s.

3. Do morphological analysis words

1st option:weathered, 2nd option:excised.

4. Control dictation “Communication”

Happening V Antarctica

One day, the polar explorers of Mirny received a radiogram thatsingle-engine aircraft of the Belgian Antarctic expeditiondid not return to base. This is what he wrote in the report on the rescue of the Belgianspilot Viktor Mikhailovich Perov.

The weather was extremely bad. There was a blizzard, the wind reachedforty meters per second. Only in the morning was it possible to start planningnumber searches.

The peaks of the Crystal Mountains, huge, sparkling white,appeared from a distance. Unfortunately, we didn't have time toindulge in lyricism, contemplating the beauty of the lifeless majesticno nature.

Following along the main ridge, we noticed a glacier in the bluea red dot, which turned out to be a plane lying on the right wing. From a note found in the cockpit, it became clear what to look forThe Belgians are needed between the base warehouse and the Crystal Mountains.

Returning to the plane, we took this course, but despiteA careful inspection of the area failed to find anyone. We returned and after refueling, having refused lunch, we were again undertook off into the air. But even this intense flight turned out to be fruitless.useful. We returned to the base, where the grief-stricken people were waiting for us.winterers.

In the morning we flew out in search for the fifth time. Before reaching the northnear the tip of the mountain, we noticed a small yellow tent. People didn't show up. However, it was decided to land, although the glacier, riddled with many cracks, was not convenient.plenty of place to land.

Having examined the area, we established that the Belgians had thrown awayIs there all the extra property here: a sleeping bag, a set of outerwearclothes, broken sleds. Upon closer inspection, we noticed traces of four people in the snow, smoothed by drifting snow.Having filled the plane with the last supply of gasoline, Perovnight flew out again. Having literally combed the area, the pilot finallynets, I saw a tent from which a man came out, vigorously wavinghands.

The miraculous rescue of the Belgians, doomed to certain death,, did not affect the laconic style of Perov’s report: “Taking up to the palatke, we made sure that all four are here, why do weWe were very happy."

(279 words) (According to V. Kaverin)

Grammar task

Emphasize participial constructions as members of sentencesmarriage.

5. Control dictation “Adverb. Spelling adverbs"

The Mystery of Ball Lightning

The nature of ordinary lightning was unraveled a long time ago. Scientists have had less luck with ball lightning. Its origin is still unclear. Usually ball lightning appears in the form of a fireball floating in the air or rapidly flying. Often, for unknown reasons, an explosion occurs. But she can disappear calmly, throwing sparks out of herself.

Ball lightning has long attracted attention due to the unusual nature of its behavior.

Firstly, it does not rise up in the surrounding cold air, and secondly, it retains its shape and moves. It can hover above the ground or move parallel. The temperature in ball lightning does not rise very high. It is much lower than that at which ordinary air glows.

What is the mystery of ball lightning? Scientists have yet to answer this question.

(109 words)

Grammar tasks

1. Do a word-formation analysis of words and an analysis of words by composition.

Option I: for a long time;

Option II: often.

2. Make a morphological analysis of words.

Option I: less (from the 2nd sentence);

Option II: unclear (from the 3rd sentence).

A comment. Less - adverb in comparative degree;dont clear - a short adjective, as it depends on a noun(origin (what?)dont clear).

3. Parse the sentences.

Option I: Typically, ball lightning appears in the form of a fireball floating in the air or a rapidly flying ball of fire.

Option II: Firstly, it does not rise up in the surrounding cold air, and secondly, it retains its shape and moves.

6. Control dictation “Preposition”, “Union”

My friends, getting into the palace confectionery is a very tempting thing. Fat people knew a lot about food. Moreover, the case was exceptional. Grand breakfast! Can you imagine what interesting job the palace chefs and pastry chefs did today.

Flying into the candy store, the seller felt horror and delight at the same time. This is probably how a wasp is horrified and delighted when it flies onto a cake displayed on the window by a carefree housewife.

He flew for one minute, he didn’t have time to see anything properly. At first it seemed to him that he was in some amazing poultry house, where colorful precious birds were busy singing and whistling, hissing and crackling. southern countries. And the next moment he thought that this was not a poultry house, but a fruit stand, full of tropical fruits, crushed, oozing, filled with their own juice. A sweet, dizzying fragrance filled his nose; the heat and stuffiness stole his throat.

(133 words)

(Y. Olesha)

Grammar task

1. Title the text.

2. Parse the sentences.

Option I: 1st sentence of the third paragraph;

Option II: last sentence of the third paragraph.

7. Control dictation “Particle”

On a raft taiga river

Everything around was silent, even the forest did not rustle, not even the river stirred.stele on the rift.

The river ran through great, silent, monotonous forests, and fromTheir monotony seemed as if the journey would last forever. Anotherthe day was filled with light rains, but that was for the best: the river would come,and you won’t have to step off the raft into icy water at every sandbank.

On the morning of the third day of sailing, a river flowed in on the left, almost like thisthe same as the one on which Ostasha sailed.

No rocks, no cliffs - nothing was encountered. Only highsteep mountains, barely visible behind a private spruce forest. Between the mountains there is chalkwhat a flat river, perforated by boulders, like an old poloTenze. And over the river and mountains, small ripples carried flocks of birds. Ostasha threw his head back, looking at the shoals of geese since the day of the taiga gorge. The geese flew away from the autumn, as if traitors were fleeingfrom the battlefield...

Ostash heard the murmur of another tributary from across thegates. The raft crawled around the bend and saw Ostash at the mouth of the shallowsmall river, two boats loaded with brown lumps of ore.

(158 words) (A. Ivanov)

II . Grammar task

1 . Parse sentences:
1st option - first sentence,

2nd option - last sentence.Note: You can use a comma instead of a dash.

2. Underline the particles, perform a morphological analysis.
1st option - shape-forming particle,

2nd option - semantic particles.

Help me find the text! and got the best answer

Answer from Nastena[expert]
On a raft on the taiga river
Vladimir Simonenko
07/20/1978. Get up early in the morning. For the first time, Gadzhi contacted our other units. They too have already been thrown into the taiga. It’s good that the walkie-talkie works, otherwise we thought that we would be without communication.
I did exercises, hung on the horizontal bar, and ran over alluvium boulders for about 500 meters. Breakfast.
Gadzhi prepared his signature dish. It is done like this: the vermicelli is soaked in water, fried in a frying pan for a bit, and then boiled with the addition of stew. It’s strange, but I didn’t eat much, just one cup. We got ready to go. We had to make a big forced march that day to get to the Uchur River. I took my camera, my big spoon and my diary with me so as not to interrupt my notes. And now we are already stomping towards Mount Sayan. Along the way, we carried out geological observations, basically the same route, only very long.
All around are the same gray dolomites, the same quartz sandstones, siltstones, silicitolites. And the backpack on my shoulders is voluminous and weighty, and even a gun and a hammer. I go and beat the stones with a hammer. It’s easy and pleasant to walk through the taiga, especially considering that I just recently gave up smoking. And all around is a monotonous, dull landscape: larches thick as a finger, moss springing underfoot. Let's go and look for a stone so we can hit it with a hammer and see what's inside. However, there are few stones, everything is covered with turf. The relief is poorly expressed, there are no obvious references to the terrain, so very often we look at the compass and follow the azimuth. Twelve route kilometers ended in the upper reaches of the Sayan stream. The alluvium contains the same rocks as in Yuyut-Siebit, only here siltstones with sandstones predominate over dolomites. On the shore we fell from fatigue, as if knocked down. We ate rhubarb, which grows here in abundance. We ate two cans of stew, drank tea, and swam in the stream. The heat was unbearable all day, like being in a dry steam sauna. Now we will go to the mouth of the Sayan, which is a small river, but in some places it is waist deep. Gadzhi is in waders, he feels good. And I have short rubber ones, and Volkov has even kirzachi. But I’m cunning, I took off my pants and boots and stomped around, easily overcoming the water obstacles. And Gadzhi was insuring Volkov, and so they walked along the swampy bank all the time. And the Sayan is very winding, with many channels and tributaries, swamps, lakes, but there is no fish to be seen. While Gadzhi and Volkov bypass all this water wealth on the tenth road, I wander directly along the main channel barefoot. Ah, summer! Last time I saw Gadzhi and Gennady 3-4 kilometers from our last stop, where we had lunch (or dinner? Because the meal was at 18:00). They then walked along the right bank, and I along the left. I went out to the pressure, where the river licked bare rocks and seethed among huge boulders, and took my bearings using the tablet. There were 2.5 kilometers left to the mouth of the Sayan from six taiga, river, and swampy areas. There were dog tracks along the river; the Evenks were probably hunting nearby... The sun set, mosquitoes appeared and began to bite. They were there before, but I had no time for them, I didn’t notice them. It was heard from behind the bend of the channel: - Ay! Hey! I also yelled in response, stretching my vocal cords and moved on. I almost got stuck in a swamp, surrounded by lakes. Once again I checked the compass and followed the azimuth to the mouth, turning away from the river into the swamp. At 20:00 I went to see Uchur. big river, 500 meters wide, with islands, with banks overgrown with mighty larches, pines and spruces.
There is not a soul around. Gadzhi and Gennady are nowhere to be seen or heard, they are completely behind. I made a fire and waited for them to stamp their feet. I dried my pants and foot wraps by the fire. I looked at the map and discovered that the Tomptokan barracks should be nearby.
-Aw! Wow! , I shouted a little. Then he wrote a note: “I went to the Tomptokan barracks. I've been waiting here for you for an hour. 07/20/78 21:45. Kostya” And he went downstream, along the left bank of the Uchur. After about half a kilometer I heard the sound of a shot somewhere in the distance and returned back to the mouth of the Sayan. He shouted, they responded: - Hey, hey! Kostya!
They knock on wood with an ax. I went upstream of the Sayan, through the swamp, squaw

How it all began

Riga. Early July. In the evening, my friends and I finished packing food and equipment for the hike. Now I needed to get some sleep before tomorrow. Sleep did not come, and I woke up ahead of time. I decided not to rush to get ready and have a hearty breakfast. Before I had time to really have a bite, I heard phone call. A friend called so that I wouldn’t oversleep and catch the bus. In a hurry, I took the missing products from the refrigerator and went to the trolleybus stop.

Here I am standing in line with oars for tickets at the bus station (tickets at the ticket office stop selling 15 minutes before departure). The purpose of our trip is the bridge across the Gauja, 2 kilometers from the village of “Vireshi”. A ticket from Riga to Vireshi cost me 2 lats 30 centimes. We boarded the Riga – Aluksne bus at 7 o’clock in the morning. We planned to arrive in Vireshi by noon. Half the way we played cards and shared our first impressions. According to the plan, we had to sail from Vireshi to Strenča in 3 days in order to catch the 19:30 train to Riga. The total length of the planned route is 110 kilometers along the river, of which 35 kilometers along the border with Estonia. In fact, in 3 days we only walked half the way (about 50 km) and landed under the Anninyas bridge near Valka. The bus had a long stop in Smiltene, we were there at 12:00. It took us about 2 more hours to inflate the raft and launch it into the water. The raft was inflated using a car-type foot pump (the pump came with the raft). So, at 13:55 we began our journey along the Gauja River into the unknown. This was our first time sailing along this route. For everyone except me, this was already the second trip. Therefore, the confidence of the crew of our little “ship” was felt. The guys shared with me their experience of a previous trip, when they slept in a wet raft in the open air, and after 3-4 hours of travel they could not accurately tell their location. The previous time they rented a raft from the University of Latvia, it sank after 5 hours of their journey. The deflated raft had to be pulled to the shore and dragged along with things onto a steep slope for repairs. If it weren't for the adhesive bandage and chewing gum they would not be able to continue the campaign.

I imagined the harsh, Spartan conditions of their previous trip and began to feel like I was on a luxury waterbed in the new 20-person raft. According to its characteristics, our raft is a sea life raft with an awning. It was under this awning that from time to time everyone hid in turn, hiding either from the scorching sun and horseflies, or from the rain. Two rowed. The rest were relaxing and singing songs with a guitar. This is how our first hours of the hike passed. According to the plan, we were supposed to walk 5-6 kilometers per hour, but in practice we did no more than 3-4 kilometers. We overestimated the mass of the raft and our strength. I had to face the truth. We will not reach Strenca in three days. Guided by the map (satellite imagery of the area, where one square is one kilometer), we counted each turn of the river. The heat was unbearable. Forecasters expected up to 35 degrees of heat, but in my own skin I felt all 40. Rain was promised in places and we hoped that this place would be far from us. In the evening, thunder was heard. Well, the weather forecasters were right. The rain started unexpectedly. The sun was shining, when suddenly a real “mushroom” downpour began. Our first test. Some jump into the water and drag the raft to the shore, some quickly close the entrances to the raft, and some bail out the water. Every second counts and a dry floor to sleep on in the evening. The rain was heavy, but not for long. This was enough for half of our crew to be soaked to the skin and shaking from the cold. When the “storm subsided” we continued on our way. The rain took away our cheerful mood and precious kilometers of travel. This is how our first day ended. It's time to think about spending the night. Wet and hungry, we looked for a suitable place to spend the night. Stopping on a sandy river embankment, we encountered another problem. There are no dry branches to be found after the rain. Unfortunately, we did not take any means of keeping the fire with us. I had to rely only on my own ingenuity and a paper towel, which was used as kindling. By midnight we finally lit a fire, and at one in the morning we had our first “dinner” together. Exhausted, we climbed into the raft to sleep. In a couple of hours we had to get up because the next day we had to walk a 35-kilometer section along the border with Estonia.

Second day. IN neutral waters.

The fog had not yet cleared when we pushed our raft into cold water Gauja. According to our calculations, there were about 5 kilometers left to the border. For me, getting up at 5 a.m. was especially difficult. I'm not used to getting up so early. After defending my bachelor's degree, I slept off all the sleepless nights spent at the computer. With genuine joy, I climbed back into the raft under the still warm blanket when it was launched, and almost immediately fell into a nervous sleep. I didn’t see how we crossed the border, but according to the stories of my awake comrades, there was nothing unusual in this: “Around the next turn we saw a border pillar on one side and a sign warning about the beginning of the territory of a foreign state on the other. We swam past twice to capture the moment.”

So, we left Latvia and continued our journey in neutral waters. When I woke up, the landscape was overboard in Once again changed. If earlier we sailed past gentle slopes with sandbanks, at times similar to a plain, now I saw a dense pine-spruce forest on steep clay banks. Swallows, whose nests were on both sides of the river, flew high in the sky, instilling hope that the weather would not deteriorate today. We discussed our situation and what would happen if we met border guards. Locals from Gauene warned us against meeting them. None of us wanted to become an easy floating target, but fortunately we did not meet any people in uniform. But for everyone else, we were like a traveling circus on the water: swimming trunks, socks, wet towels that were drying on the roof of the raft equally as the raft itself attracted attention from both banks. If the Latvians on the farms made sure that we did not steal anything, then their Estonian colleagues simply silently stared at the floating “miracle”. At first it was interesting, but soon everyone got tired of it, and we sailed without paying attention to anyone. It was difficult to swim in this section of the river. A very weak current and wind in our faces greatly slowed down our progress. The entire crew was pretty tired and hungry. After another “oar watch” I went to bed.

I woke up already on the shore. It was stuffy in the raft. I didn’t want to get up, but I had to find the strength to get up. It was becoming unbearable to lie here. With one jerk I squatted down and crawled out. The guys had already lit a fire and were getting ready to cook pasta. The heat was unbearable. Even horseflies stopped bothering me with their annoying attention. The sweat did not have time to appear before it immediately evaporated. Slowly I walked along the white-hot sand towards the guys. They immediately offered me a swim and even tried to push me into the water. To which I “woke up” did not react in any way. I just plopped down on hot sand, exposing his body to the scorching rays of the sun. The weather was unusually good. The sky is clear. The silence was broken by the singing of grasshoppers and birds unknown to me. Lying on the sand by the river, where to the nearest settlement it was about 20-30 kilometers, I felt like Robinson on a desert island. Alone with nature and friends, where there are no worries and problems, except for the joint work of cooking, lighting a fire and “oaring duty”. What a delight it is to have an impromptu holiday like this, when you don’t know what awaits you ahead. This is not a tourist trip abroad, where everything is bought, calculated down to the smallest detail, and God forbid, something goes wrong. I felt sorry for my compatriots who spend money on vacations abroad without ever knowing all the delights of vacationing in their own country. Enjoying the sunshine, I forgot about friends, about time, about problems. I merged with nature. I felt her touch with every cell of my body. I absorbed the life-giving juices of the Sun and the sand burning my back.

But I had to help prepare dinner. It’s not that the guys couldn’t cope without my participation, it’s just that my conscience did not allow me to lie idle while everyone around me was fussing over the fire. After analyzing the situation, I realized that my help was not needed yet and I could go for a swim. The guys had long suggested that I climb into the river, but after sleeping in a stuffy raft, the water seemed cold to me. Now I was ready to climb in, even under the “icy shower.” Slowly I began to enter the water. At the place where we stopped, the river narrowed. The river flow was fast, but the bed was shallow, so the water had time to warm up to a temperature of 25-28 degrees. I don’t like cold water, so getting into a body of water where the water temperature is less than 25 degrees is for me real torture. Having reached almost the middle of the river, I did not dare to plunge completely. Here is my comrade diving near me with a running start. Another minute of thought and I go with the flow. Yes, life is sometimes like a river. You are being carried somewhere, and you are desperately trying to swim out and take your place in the sun. Sometimes this succeeds, sometimes it doesn’t, and then tragedies happen in the form of broken destinies and broken hopes. So I desperately fought the current, not allowing me to be carried far from the shore, where my friends were putting a pot of water on the fire. Once ashore, I began to help prepare dinner with fresh strength. When the water in the pan boiled, everyone prepared their own noodle soup. There is nothing tastier than “fresh” broth in the open air by the river! You eat and cannot satisfy your hunger, you stop only when you feel disgusted with food. Lunch is over. It's time to get ready for the road. The garbage has been removed. The fire is extinguished. The raft flops into the water with slight friction on the sand. Is everyone on board?! Then let's go. Forward into the unknown. After all, there are still rapids ahead, which I have heard a lot about from more experienced comrades...

Rafting on the Angara River is perhaps one of the most wonderful types of active family recreation for children in our Krasnoyarsk region. My father took his children on such trips for forty years. How many times did he have friction with his superiors at work, because for forty years his father took vacation only in July... But everything ended well, and trips resumed.

How it was

Why, living on the Yenisei, did the father take his children so far, to the Angara? The fact is that the water in the Yenisei is icy, and swimming in this river, if you are not a “walrus,” even on the hottest days is very risky. The banks of the Yenisei are rocky, and the river itself is deep, powerful, more suitable for fishing than for water recreation.

The Angara is a wide river, closer to the mouth it is always warm. In the area where the Taseyev River confluences on the Angara there are many sandy islands. They change their position almost every year, washed away by ice and washed again by spring water. Usually they are sandy or overgrown only with willow grass.

My father recruited a team of children from ten to twelve years old with similar interests. He tried to take no more than fifteen children with him, otherwise it would be very difficult to cope with them, especially on the road.

In the seventies, they rafted on wooden rafts, then switched to the more comfortable and practical PSN (PSN - inflatable life raft, available for six or ten people), which are now sold in almost every tourist store.

The journey began with the group traveling by bus to the village located opposite the mouth of the Angara River, and then on a regular meteor along the Angara to the village of Motygino. There, right at the pier, we pumped up the rafts with the kids and sailed downstream. Somewhere towards evening, the rafts landed on the chosen island, and the tourists set up camp. This first day, in fact, was the most difficult of the entire trip.

Then a week of relaxation on the island, where various events were held every day:

• initiation into “waterfowl tourists”;
• bathing day;
• fishing day;
• athlete's day - beach volleyball on wide sandbanks, very interesting activity;
• Sweet tooth day - who can cook condensed milk in a jar so that it tastes good? This is for older children, otherwise an exploding can can burn you, although in forty years this has never happened;
• day of farewell to the island.

The participants in the hikes did not take with them either a radio or a tape recorder, but they always had a guitar with them, and every evening around the fire they all sang bard songs together. Those children who once went rafting with their father have long since become adults. But when they meet their father, they always remember these evening bonfires with songs on rafting...

What is the difference beach resorts peace from each other? Almost nothing - everywhere the same umbrellas, couches, sand and water...

How do our trips differ from holidays in the south? Mainly virgin wildlife around - more than once a bear came ashore and roared, more than once we saw a pack of wolves. At the same time, the island is completely safe, since it is located far from the coast, and the width of the Angara near the mouth of the Taseyeva River reaches almost eight kilometers. It is clear that children are delighted with such adventures: “A real wild bear!” And then all night long conversations: “What if he swims to our island!” - “And then I hit him with a stick - so, so! He’ll run away.” It is unlikely that any zoo will give even a drop of such childish inspiration as the feeling that real bears are walking there on the shore!

And fishing! You can't do serious fishing on the islands, but it's a haven for children. You can catch spruce trees, perches, and brushes with a fishing rod; the fish bite without stopping, even on an empty hook. It is simply impossible to tear the boys away from this activity. By the way, the girls never refused such fishing.

Another advantage of relaxing on the Angara is that there are very few people around. True, in last years All more families and organized groups of tourists raft in the manner described, but there are still enough islands for everyone, so that each family owns an autonomous piece of land.

Sleep in tents, in sleeping bags, it’s warm. Mosquitoes and midges, which are so annoying in the taiga, are completely absent on the sandy, wind-swept islands. Therefore, sunbathing and swimming there is a real pleasure.

Perhaps the only drawback of these alloys is the Siberian weather. There is only one month of the year, July, when there is almost no rain. But if it will rain, and with the wind, a real storm rises on the Angara. It does not pose any danger, the main thing is not to raft down the river at this moment.

In such weather we sat in tents and told pirate stories - the kids squealed with delight! This is a real adventure of sea corsairs! It’s good that it usually rains for a day or two, and then again the sun and the beautiful Siberian sky, like no other country in the world - raise your hand, and here it is in your palms, blue and endless!

The most interesting game, which the children played - of course, the "Indians". Everyone came up with a name for themselves, like " Wild deer", "Morning dawn", etc. The kids covered themselves with twigs from the tunic, made various Indian decorations from them. They fought Indian battles and played Indian hide and seek... Do you think it’s impossible to hide on a sandy island? How can you! Sometimes the whole camp would last for two hours They were looking for some talented Indian spy. And they found him hidden in the foliage in the depths of the tuft, in which twilight reigns even on the sunniest day. Particularly talented ones buried themselves entirely in the sand, wearing a mask for swimming and exposing only a pipe made of Siberian reed for breathing ... Wow, unforgettable!

During all the years of rafting, my father had one problem that could not be solved. Do you think it's something serious? No. The problem was how to preserve the condensed milk. On all trips, in different groups children on the island, from a box buried under their father’s tent, condensed milk evaporated in the most incredible way... And once even half a bucket of blueberries disappeared. It’s just that, apparently, the hunter’s tradition is passed down from generation to generation of little tourists - to get something sweet for dinner.

Getting ready for the road

Here are some tips for those who want to spend their vacation rafting on the rivers of Siberia.

What should you take with you first? Just don't be scared: a man with a gun.

Still, you are not going to the Bahamas to relax, but to the real taiga. There are bears, wolves, and - most importantly - people there... The presence of a “man with a gun”, who, preferably, has experience visiting the taiga and Siberian expanses - this is the most important thing in the recreation of savage tourists. And if your guide has experience in group travel, you will not only get rid of unexpected guests, but, as is usual with real taiga inhabitants, household device the camp will be at the highest level.

The second thing you will have to take with you is rafting equipment. If there are three, four, or even five of you with children, then a large rubber boat will do. The main thing is to first check it for buoyancy in the nearest body of water. The boat should not let you down even in the most difficult moment of your life, when you are sailing through the sea, and insidious sharp stones will swim up to your boat and try to pierce it from all sides.

Don't forget to take with you a boat repair kit: rubber glue - preferably "glue No. 88", a supply of rubber, a piece of sandpaper and a small bottle of gasoline for stripping rubber. You should also take instant glue with you - it can help you out on the go if one of your passengers mechanically sticks a knife into the side. To reach the shore, instant glue is enough.

If you have the opportunity to raft on PSN, then this is the best option. Not only can it withstand a force seven storm, moreover, it is virtually unsinkable. One day, right in the middle of the river, the bottom of our raft came off. Father, holding his backpacks with his feet as they sank to the bottom, calmly swam to the shore, and only there we learned that all our blankets had to be dried by the fire until the morning.

PSN-6 is the most convenient and not so heavy means of river rafting for a group of one to seven people. Somehow 12 passengers had to float on such a raft, and nothing...

Come on, bite!

Mosquitoes! Until you get to the sandbanks and wonderful islands, these amazing creatures will drink your blood, despite any precautions.

Remember - not a single ointment helps against these kamikaze vampires! Then why pay more? You can buy any ointment against mosquitoes - you will still have to put up with their bites.

The advice from an experienced taiga hunter is this: let them bite you and endure it. Usually on the second day the body gets used to it, and mosquitoes only circle around you, land on your skin, but do not bite. If you turn out to be a unique person and you are bitten for a day, two, three, then smear yourself with tar mixed with triple cologne - however, this is not very useful for the skin, but it repels all blood-sucking creatures, including vampires.

The second is to smoke by the fire. You just need to stand in the smoke, so that your clothes are saturated with smoke. It helps, and even a lot. In addition, do not wear a lot of clothes - the smell of sweat is very attractive to various blood-sucking creatures. This has often happened to us - we walk around naked to the waist and don’t get bitten, but next to us are people in camouflage and next to them is a whole swarm of mosquitoes, spiders, horseflies, mosquitoes and midges...

However, modern industry has found a way to combat these insects in tents. For perhaps ten years now, we have been able to sleep peacefully and happily at night in a tent, thanks to the coils. This is done like this: light the coil in the tent, closing the tent completely. After about twenty minutes, open the tent, extinguish the coil and ventilate it. The smell still lingers and mosquitoes do not fly inside. Then you calmly go to bed in a ventilated tent, carefully sealing it. Good night...

Just remember that spider webs, gadflies and other heavy-duty insects are not attacked by anything at all, but what saves you is that they fly only during the day and in very hot weather. And they are not found on the islands at all.

Settling down for the night

Which is better - a sleeping bag or a blanket? There are people who are accustomed to sleeping bags, and there are those who simply cannot fit into this “Procrustean bed.” Therefore, if you take regular blankets with you, then this is in many ways even better. Some of the blankets are spread under the bottom of the tent, and with the other half you cover yourself and sleep as if at home on a feather bed.

Just don't take wadded blankets! They will still be saturated with moisture, and one day you will not be able to tear them off even from the floor... Only strong people can handle such weights. All these synthetic padding blankets and sleeping bags are also not sugar. You will definitely burn them by the fire, believe me. That’s why camel blankets, beloved since childhood, are the best thing when traveling.

If you have a synthetic Chinese tent, it is better to immediately throw it into the fire; it will still burn from a random spark. There is nothing better than Russian canvas armor-piercing cocked hats. They will hold back everything - a mosquito raid, the fall of air-to-ground missiles, and the splashes of fire from a fire!

Travel ration

Food is serious! First, take a 5-liter pot and a tripod with you - these are sold in any tourist stores. I don’t like aluminum cookware, but it’s good for traveling - it’s light and doesn’t take up much space.

• Bread can be bought in the villages on the Angara - just remember that from Friday to Monday it simply may not be in stores... They have their own bakeries and they cook only for their own.
• Horns, noodles, pasta are a universal product of the “wild” traveler. But remember that without condensed milk or stew it is inedible!
• It is not recommended to take everything located in glass jars. You have to carry this on yourself... And it also breaks at the most inopportune moment.
• Taking candy with you means eating sweet porridge with paper.
• There will have to be a complete ban on alcohol - the taiga does not forgive the loss of vigilance.
• In the end - noodles, stew and that's it... But you won't even notice it there. And of course, a little potatoes, bay leaves, a little black pepper and 100 grams - you know what dish it’s for!

Fishing! Be sure to take gear with you, but the Angara is a fast river, and that’s why even fishing rods there are like throwaways. A large sinker, a line on which a hook or two is strung.... Throws in like a hook, and believe me, the catch will make you very happy! If you know how to fish with a spinning rod, you can’t do without a huge pike. Or maybe the king of taste, taimen will come across!

Once, a long time ago, while fishing, I was asked: “What is the most delicious fish?” Of course, I answered: "Black caviar. Oh! Black! Caviar!" They said to me: “Have you never fished? Have you ever tried taimen liver in your ear?” And I tried it... And even though foreigners pay a lot of money for black caviar, we know that it is the most delicious in the world! Have you ever eaten lightly salted tungun? Clearly, we didn't eat...

How to get there

Only the most experienced and oldest taiga dweller knows how to get to the islands. And also someone who can read maps.

In the morning we leave by bus from Krasnoyarsk to the village of Shirokiy-Log. We go out there and go straight to the shore. Are we waiting for a regular meteor, or a rocket, or whatever else is going on? But it runs every day - it’s social transport, and therefore it always happens. The cost is average. Times are changing very quickly here, so it makes no sense to write a price.

We sail to the village of Motygino - it’s only two hours. There, after getting off the ship, it is best to immediately move further away from the village, board a boat, and go. Another two hours of the best water travel in the world, and on the left you see the islands. To moor to them, it is better to immediately swim to the left along the channel behind the buoys, otherwise it will blow you ten kilometers below, and you will never get to the islands...

And now you are in paradise for a week. We promise that for the next forty years you will always have a vacation only in July!