This one seemed mysterious and mysterious. Mysterious forest

Dictations 1
Dictation 1. Repetition of what was studied in grades 5-8
Down the river

At the beginning of the summer holidays, my friend and I decided to take a short trip along the river in a rubber boat. Without saying anything to anyone, we quickly got ready to set off and by nightfall we were on the river bank. The silence of the night, interrupted by some sharp bird cry, the damp, piercing air, all this had a bad effect on us.

For several minutes we hesitated, but then we resolutely entered the boat, pushed away from the shore, and the boat floated downstream. At first it was scary to drive along an unfamiliar river, but gradually we got used to it and boldly looked forward.

Early in the morning we hoped to be in an unfamiliar village. We floated slowly down the river, almost without using the oars. The moon appeared from behind the clouds, illuminating all the surroundings with its mysterious brilliance. Somewhere a nightingale clicked, followed by another. It seemed as if the whole air was permeated with enchanting sounds. We admired the nightingale's singing and the beauty of the night and completely forgot about the boat. Suddenly, having bumped into something, it capsized, and we found ourselves waist-deep in water. Having collected our things that were floating along the river, we climbed ashore, pulled out the ill-fated boat, lit a fire and until the morning we warmed ourselves, dried ourselves and discussed the night's adventure.

(174 words)
Grammar task(according to options)

1. Phonetic analysis:

1) bird; 2) discussed.

2. Word formation analysis and word analysis by composition:

1) interruptible; 2) having bumped into.

3. Morphological analysis:

1) during; 2) to no one.

4. Syntactic analysis of sentences (1st paragraph):

1) At the beginning of the summer holidays, my friend and I decided to take a short trip along the river in a rubber boat.

2) The silence of the night, interrupted by some sharp bird cry, the damp, piercing air - all this had a bad effect on us.

5. Determine the type of offers:

1) find a one-part sentence ( At first it was scary to drive along an unfamiliar river... - impersonal);

2) find incomplete sentence (Somewhere a nightingale clicked,behind him is another .)

Dictation 2
Zhelezyaka

On a cloudless night, the moon floats over Chisty Dor, reflected in the puddles, silvering the roofs covered with wood chips. Quiet in the village.

At dawn, dull blows are heard from the shore of Yalma, as if someone is striking a bell overgrown with moss. Behind the willows, a blacksmith shop darkens on the shore - a plank shed, ancient, smoky, trimmed at the corners with rusty sheets of tin. The blows can be heard from here.

I go fishing early. It’s still dark, dark, and this barn looks strange in the cloudy alder forest.

Suddenly the door opens, and there is a fire, but not bright, like the flame of a fire, but muffled. This is the color of viburnum when it is hit by frost. The fiery door seems to be a cave that perhaps leads into the earth.

Jumps out of it onto the shore small man. In his hands are long pliers, and a red-hot dragon bone is clamped in them. He puts it into the water - a hiss worse than that of a cat or viper is heard. A cloud of steam escapes from the water.

“Hello, Voloshin,” I say.

At noon, on my way back, I pass by again. There are now a lot of people around the forge: some have come to get nails, some have come to shoe a horse.

The forge burns inside. Shurka Kletkin, the hammer blower, inflates the bellows - exhales air into the forge, onto the coals. In the hell itself lies an iron block. It became so hot that you couldn’t tell it apart from fire.

Voloshin snatches it with long pliers and places it on the anvil. Shurka hits it with a hammer, and the blank is flattened, and Voloshin only turns it under the blows. Shurka Kletkin is a strong fellow; his shoulders are heavy, like weights. He is a strongman, and Voloshin is a master.

(233 words) ( Yu. Koval)
Grammar task:

1) do morphological analysis words overgrown, sooty;

Dictation 3
Oak

It was already the beginning of June when Prince Andrei, returning home, went again to that birch grove in which this old, gnarled oak struck him so strangely and memorably. The bells rang even more muffled in the forest than a month and a half ago; everything was full, shady and dense, and the young spruce trees scattered throughout the forest did not disturb the overall beauty and, imitating the general character, were tenderly green with fluffy young shoots...

“Yes, here, in this forest, there was this oak tree with which we agreed,” thought Prince Andrei. “Where is he?” - Prince Andrey thought again, looking at the left side of the road, and, without knowing it, without recognizing him, he admired the oak tree that he was looking for. The old oak tree, completely transformed, spread out like a tent of lush, dark greenery, was melting, slightly swaying in the rays of the evening sun. No gnarled fingers, no sores, no old mistrust and grief - nothing was visible. Through the tough, hundred-year-old bark, succulent young leaves broke through without knots, so it was impossible to believe that this old man had produced them. “Yes, this is that same oak tree,” thought Prince Andrei, and suddenly an unreasonable spring feeling of joy and renewal came over him.

(165 words) ( L. N. Tolstoy)

Grammar task:

1) do a word-formation analysis and an analysis of the composition of words spread out, causeless;

Dictation 4
Singer of native nature

If nature could feel gratitude to a person for penetrating her life and singing her praises, then first of all this gratitude would fall to Mikhail Prishvin.

It is unknown what Prishvin would have done in his life if he had remained an agronomist (this was his first profession). In any case, he would hardly have revealed Russian nature to millions of people as a world of the most subtle and luminous poetry. He simply did not have enough time for this.

If you carefully read everything written by Prishvin, you remain convinced: he did not have time to tell us even a hundredth part of what he saw and knew perfectly.

It’s difficult to write about Prishvin. What he said needs to be written down in treasured notebooks, re-read, discovering new values ​​in every line, going into his books, just as we go along barely treasured paths into a dense forest with its conversation of keys and the fragrance of herbs, plunging into various thoughts and states inherent in this a person who is pure in mind and heart.

Prishvin's books are “the endless joy of constant discoveries.” Several times I heard from people who had just put down Prishvin’s book they had read, the same words: “This is real witchcraft.”

(183 words) ( K. G. Paustovsky)
Grammar task:

1) do parsing the first two sentences;

2) make diagrams complex sentences, determine the type of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.

Dictation 5
Starlings

Everyone knows him. And everyone since childhood, when in April a tireless and cheerful singer in black clothes appears near the birdhouse. They say that swallows make spring. No, swallows “make summer,” and spring is brought to our region by rooks, starlings, larks, lapwings, finches, and wagtails on their wings. Starlings are the most noticeable of them. When they appear, they shake out the sparrows from the birdhouses and celebrate housewarming with songs. “There is no bird more lively, more cheerful, more cheerful than the starling,” Brehm wrote. Where does the starling come from, becoming our neighbor? early spring before late autumn, is arriving?

Four years ago, while traveling to South Africa, at Cape Agulhas we saw our friends and were amazed: they fly so far! I wrote about this. And I was wrong. They do not fly further than the northern edge of the African continent, where starlings gather in flocks of millions for the winter. European settlers brought their favorite bird to the lower part of the mainland, and it took root here alongside antelopes, ostriches and numerous weaver birds. Because of their love for them, starlings were also brought to America, Australia, New Zealand. Of course, starlings do not come to us from these countries. Ours winter in Western and Southern Europe. Not that far. And yet, how not to be surprised by the ability of starlings to find, say, the Moscow region, some village in it and a native birdhouse. "Hello, I've arrived!" - starlings announce themselves with a simple, cheerful song.

(205 words) ( V. M. Peskov)

Grammar task:

1) emphasize fragments with parcellation (unusual division of sentences);

2) make diagrams of complex sentences, determine the type of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.

Dictation 6
Amazing crossroads

From Zamoskvorechye I needed to go to the center. So I decided: which bridge to walk on - Kamenny or Moskvoretsky?

Both options were equally acceptable, since I was standing on the corner of Lavrushinsky Lane. It goes out onto Kadashevskaya embankment approximately in its middle, and from this place the distance is the same - either in the direction of the Kamenny Bridge or in the direction of Moskvoretsky.

The question came down to which bridge was more interesting to walk on. I thought that if I walked along Moskvoretsky, the Kremlin would seem to float out at me... Yes, it’s like a giant White Swan, whose neck is the bell tower of Ivan the Great, and whose back is cathedrals with golden feathered domes. I was already ready to choose the Moskvoretsky Bridge, when suddenly it seemed extremely tempting to me to see this swan floating into the distance from the mysterious twilight of the garden, the picture that opens before us when we walk along the Stone Bridge.

(145 words) ( Yu. Olesha)
Grammar task:

1) do phonetic analysis words: giant, feathers;

2) make diagrams of complex sentences, determine the type of subordinate clauses in complex sentences.

Appendix 4
Texts for presentation
Text 1

In a remote underground cave, complete silence reigns: no breeze, no rustle... Only one sound breaks the ominous silence: one after another, water drops fall and scatter when they hit the stone. For many decades now, they have been monotonously and tirelessly counting down time in this abandoned corner of the earth. And a voluntary captive of the cave, a speleologist, learned to count drop by drop the days of his stay underground.

But water has long been helping people tell time. Almost simultaneously with the sun clock, water clocks, clepsydras, as the ancient Greeks called them, also appeared. This clock was a large vessel from which water slowly flows. Its level decreases from one mark to another. This way you can read how much time has passed.

The Greek mechanic Ctesibius made a very accurate water clock, which today could decorate any apartment. They work like this: water flowing into a beautiful vase raises the float, and a winged boy connected to the float shows the time with an elegant pointer. The water rises, and the pointer slides along a long string of numbers. The second winged boy wipes away his tears. He is very sad - because time is running out irrevocably.

You won't find water clocks anywhere anymore. They are veterans of time measurement. They are more than two thousand years old.

In the Middle Ages, monks determined time by the number of prayers read. This method, of course, was far from accurate. Then in monasteries, and simply in everyday life, they began to use fire clocks to keep track of time. They took a candle and marked divisions on it, each of which corresponded to a certain period of time.

Long before European watches, China had its own interesting designs. The dough, prepared from powdered wood, flavored with incense, was rolled into sticks and given them a wide variety of shapes. For example, spirals. Some fire clocks reached several meters in length and burned for months. Sometimes metal balls were suspended from the sticks. As soon as the candle burned out, the ball fell into the porcelain vase with a ringing sound. Why not a fire alarm clock!

Over the centuries, people have improved ways of measuring time. Today, the most accurate clocks are atomic ones. They are used as a standard.

(309 words)
Tasks

Answer the question: “What type of speech is the text?” Prove your opinion.

Tell us about other ways of measuring time that you know.

Text 2

Even a well-educated zoologist will find it difficult to give a comprehensive answer as to who is stronger: a lion or a tiger, because in the savannah, where the lion reigns, there are no tigers, and in the jungle, where the tiger reigns, there are no lions.

There are no tiger in Africa, Australia, America and Europe. His place of residence is Southeast Asia and our Far Eastern taiga. Tigers differ in size, color, and “warmth” of their fur coat. For example, the South Chinese and Bengal species do not need thick wool at all: they will languish in it from the heat. But our handsome Ussuri tiger needs it to withstand frost.

Leo does not live in America, Australia and Europe. Africa is his home. But even there now lions are not found everywhere. North of the Sahara, the king of the desert was destroyed by his only enemy - man. In Asia, the lion was also exterminated. Only in India has it been preserved Not a large number of Asiatic lions.

The habits of a lion and a tiger are very different from each other. The only thing they have in common is that they are the largest representatives of the cat family on our planet. They have much more differences. A lion has a round pupil, while a tiger has a longitudinal one. The lion lives on the ground, and the tiger also climbs trees. The lion is a herd animal, but the tiger always wanders alone. Lions get along well with other animals. They are tamed faster and better, much more obedient than a tiger. The tiger does not tolerate strangers.

And yet who is stronger - the tiger or the lion? Physically the lion is stronger, but the tiger is more agile. If animals are captured in captivity, then the king of the animals wins. He is helped by his mane, which prevents the tiger from grabbing him by the neck. Only one type of tiger stronger than a lion this is ours Ussurian tiger. The only thing stronger than this master of the taiga is the white polar bear.

(259 words)
Tasks

I. Title the text and retell it in detail.

Answer the question: “What technique is this text based on? Prove your opinion.

II. Title the text and retell it concisely.

Do you like books about animals? Which one would you recommend reading? Tell us about her.

Text3

The region of Russia is Vladivostok. A city scattered across the hills...

There are no straight streets here - they are crumpled by valleys in all conceivable and inconceivable directions: up, down, crooked, and at random. The prospect here is a purely conditional concept; it clearly contains more of what is desired than what actually exists.

Of course, the terrain makes life difficult. But no matter how much you disfigure the city with standard boxes, uniformity does not work. Rebellious fractures of the city skyline explode the dull one-dimensionality of the new neighborhoods. The hills and sea surrounding the city on all sides resist and defeat the facelessness of modern architecture.

Old cities are not alike. They, unlike the current twins in the south, in the north, in the steppe, in the mountains, have their own face, their own character. This is probably why you won’t confuse native St. Petersburg residents with Muscovites, Odessa residents with Nizhny Novgorod residents, Tula residents with “Pskopskie”, Pomors with Chaldons, and all together with the Far Easterners, whose spirit bearers are the old-timers of Vladivostok.

Ask an old-timer where the city begins and what does he even call Vladivostok? You can be sure of the answer - he will tell you Old city. The modern quarters of St. Petersburg, Moscow and other cities and villages of Mother Russia are interchangeable, like nuts on a conveyor belt, and therefore they have taken root everywhere. Without taking root anywhere at the same time. They will never have the character of a city, because that is how they are designed - faceless. Well, how can a person develop a feeling of homeland here? Whether it's big or small, it doesn't matter...

(216 words) ( According to B. Dyachenko)
Tasks:

I. Title the text and retell it in detail. Answer the question: “Do you agree with the author of the text that the feeling of the Motherland cannot arise in faceless cities?” Justify your opinion.

II. Title the text and retell it concisely. Tell us about your city (village).
Keys to tests

№ test	Option	A1	A2	A3	A4	A5	IN 1
1	1	2	4	1	2	-	unity, permeates
	2	3	4	2	4	-	Igorev, no
2	1	3	1	4	2	-	forehead
	2	4	2	3	2	-	pupil (eye)
3	1	4	3	3	1	-	addition
	2	1	2	4	1	-	suffixal
4	1	2	2	1	3	-	comparative adjectives
	2	2	1	3	4	-	in vain, looking
5	1	1	3	2	4	4	reasoning
	2	3	2	1	3	1	chain

№ test	Option	A1	A2	A3	A4	A5	A6	IN 1	AT 2	AT 3	AT 4
6	1	4	1	3	2			compound nominal	short participle	vain earthly	Deeply moral, truly human
	2	4	3	2	2	1	3	pretext	high literary	deep and sharp	moved forward

It was beginning to get light. The outlines of the forest became clear and bright. The road went deep into the forest, hiding somewhere around a bend. And the tall, thick-trunked oaks appeared like gates to a world of wonder and adventure.
“Very beautiful,” Lia said, yawning and rubbing her still sleepy face with her palms.
But everyone was still asleep, so there was no one to carry on the conversation. Then Leah got out of the warm friendly embrace, easily jumped out of the back of the car and, like a weightless feather, landed on the grassy surface of the lawn.
Immediately it became chilly and the thick morning fog tickled the girl’s uncovered legs. Leah quickly got used to its coolness and her steps became light and airy - she seemed to soar and float in a viscous foggy haze towards the oak gates.
This forest seemed mysterious and enigmatic to her. It was as if he was calling her, luring her, whispering something in her ear, shining and shimmering with reflections in the dew:
- Come s-here... Come s-here...
* * *
As soon as Leah entered the forest, it was as if another world, truly fabulous, had opened up before her: it was much warmer here and smelled of milk and strawberries, the sun’s glare played pranks - now appearing and then disappearing again in the dense spruce forest, and somewhere in the distance the forests were flooded bird voices.
“I don’t know how this is possible,” said the enchanted Leah, “But it really smells like strawberry milk,” and then she grinned, as if laughing at herself, “Crazy!”
Leah continued to float along the paths fairy forest, which with every step seemed softer and softer, as if plush. Nearby was a clearing with dark blue flowers that looked like tiny bells. It seemed that with every new breath of a light and warm breeze they shuddered and played their flower melody. Leah couldn’t resist and, with her thin, graceful finger, made a chime of dew drops on the bells:
“Ding-dz-z-zing,” they responded fervently, “Ting-dz-z-z-zing,” as if teasing.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding,” echoed the echo.
- Dzy-y-yn! – Leah put an end to her symphony.
The silk petals of the dark blue buds stopped trembling and silently rushed their noses to the ground.
In this forest azure, in its immensity and sweetness, time had no power over anything, and only when she glanced at her wrist, where the gilded watch recently given by her grandmother was displayed, Leah came to her senses - it was time to return.
“Surely the guys have already woken up,” she thought and mentally began to prepare for their morals and lamentations, “Chipmunks,” Leah laughed, having even managed to imagine it.
Then, sitting down nobly, lifting the hem of her outfit, and slightly tilting her head, she chirped like a girl:
- Sorry, sorry, I have to go!
With the same enthusiasm and joy, she rushed forward, but at that moment she stopped: and the forest seemed completely alien to her... She could not understand in which direction she needed to move, much less remember where she had wandered here from. But this didn’t bother Leah a little and didn’t even frighten her: getting lost is so typical for the dreamy and thoughtful Leah, who every now and then “has her head in the clouds.” And she smiled, remembering the faces of her friends and relatives with whom they presented this saying to her.
“Ahaha,” and a clear girl’s voice spread through the forest, like a babbling stream, “Vitayu!” I'm flying! I soar and - I don’t melt! – and Leah began to spin around, as if waltzing at a social ball, laughing more and more fervently and not noticing anything around her.
“Hush-sh-she... Hush-sh-she,” the forest hissed in a languid, painful voice.
But Leah continued to hum her songs, hovering like a light moth over the lush forest meadows.
“Hush-sh-she... Hush-sh-she,” the invisible voice became even louder and more insistent.
- What is this? – thought Leah and she slowly stopped, almost falling, her legs getting confused in the movement.
With a quick, swift impulse, fear permeated the girl’s body from head to toe and she again felt chilly, even uneasy. The forest was silent: neither the singing of birds, nor the chime of dew on the flowers, nor the responsive echo could be heard...
“Why am I so stupid,” Leah said in a trembling voice, trying to somehow console herself, “It’s just young trees whispering,” she sighed not at all with relief and quietly added: “I’ll be quieter, my dears, I promise.” In general, it’s time for me to go. It’s true,” she drawled, “I think I’m lost, I’m definitely... lost.” Can you tell me the way back?! – and the girl fingertips a leaf on a young tree.
- Hush-sh-she... - that same languid voice was heard again and the forest echoed him - - Hush-sh-she...
And Leah stood as if enchanted, no longer hearing or seeing anything in front of her: the leaf from the tree was like a flap, a suede flap - completely not alive, not real... the girl immediately perked up and looked around: everything around her was really somehow lifeless, not real and no longer so fabulous. Rather, it resembled the scenery for a play. Then Leah covered her eyes with her palms and began to count out loud:
“One, two, three... and I wake up,” she said, pulling back her palms and then squealed: in front of her big eyes there was still the same fake picture of a suede forest.
“Be quiet, you nasty girl,” a strange voice muttered, only this time louder, with obvious dissatisfaction and irritation, “No calm!” – Yawning and smacking, as if a child had just woken up, said the stranger.
- All! “I got it, I got it,” Leah said in confusion, not understanding what was happening, or who she was talking to. “I’m completely crazy,” she added, sobbing.
“Eh, if it’s easier to explain and interpret everything this way, then let it be so,” as if laughing, hissed and wheezed the growing voice.
- Who are you?! – Leah shuddered.
- And who are you?! – the voice responded.
“I’m definitely crazy,” Leah was confused.
“Ugh,” the voice was upset, “How uninteresting you turned out to be: not curious, not pestering, not interested,” and this someone sighed.
“Of course not interesting,” Leah was indignant. “Talking to yourself – oh, how interesting,” she said reproachfully.
“Okay, okay,” and the voice became softer and more pleasant. It seemed that he was approaching and was already somewhere nearby. - Boo! – a stream of warm air rushed right into my ear, like a dull shot.
Leah shuddered and jumped slightly to the side: in front of her, holding onto a tree branch with one hand, was a dirty boy dangling. Like a little monkey, he swayed now to the right, now to the left, intently examining the unexpected guest. And everything around was also hiding, as if it was peering and listening.
“You woke me up,” the boy finally said, with some annoyance and resentment in his voice, “And I like to sleep, especially in the morning...
And the stranger began to chatter incessantly, though all about the same thing.
- Well done! – Leah was indignant, “I understood everything and I apologize to you, monsieur...um,” and the flirtatious Leah was confused: she didn’t know how to address this strange boy.
“Wait,” and she slowed him down with her hand so that he would stop hanging out, “What’s your name?!” – Leah’s voice sounded interested, with the usual fervor and curiosity.
She didn’t even notice how the recent excitement and anxiety had disappeared somewhere, and she felt comfortable and cozy again, and most importantly, safe.
And the boy jumped to the ground:
“There’s no one to call here,” his words fell as if an obvious fact, “I’m here alone.”
- But how can that be?! – Leah was indignant. “Wait a minute, what about me?!”
“You,” and he began to look for the right, suitable word, scratching his temple funny, “And you’re different,” he finally said, apparently never finding the right word, - And you see differently, not like others...
- How so?! – Leah blurted out with disbelief and her characteristic irony, trying to prick the boy with a piercing gaze.
“It’s very simple,” he continued calmly, “Others don’t see what you see,” and the boy grinned.
On the one hand, Leah was a little angry: as if they were making a fool of her - everything was so simple and smooth with him, but she, you see, did not understand such simple things. But on the other hand, maybe she found herself somewhere in another world or third dimension, inaccessible and hitherto unknown to other people. And here she is, so unique and unique of her kind - different, to put it simply.
“No, this is not a fantasy - this is violence,” Leah suddenly came to her senses.
- Boo! – a wave of warm air already poured into the other ear, “Have you fallen asleep?!” How strange you are,” and he laughed.
His laugh was cheerful, rolling and very loud that it was very difficult to resist, so Leah picked it up and also started laughing out of nowhere.
- I came up with it! – the animated Leah suddenly screamed, “I’ll call you Boo!” – She smiled and extended her hand to him.
The boy looked at her in confusion and did not understand what was happening now and what needed to be done, so he simply nodded and extended his hand. Its big Brown eyes seemed to be an immense storehouse of secrets and mysteries, something unknown to humanity, in general, everything that so attracted and captivated Leah. The boy batted his eyelashes, continuing to look at her in surprise, and Leah immediately descended from heaven to earth:
“And I’m Leah,” and she shook his dark, stained hand, which seemed to her so chilling, cold-blooded or something.
“Lia,” Boo said slowly, drawlingly, as if enjoying the sound, “Very beautiful name like a flower.
And this timid sincerity, which, as it seemed to Leah, she had never encountered before, made her feel a little uneasy. The girl’s cheeks filled with a reddish blush, and she lowered her eyes: after all, she was very pleased to hear this.
- Do you want me to show you the most beautiful blooming garden?! – Boo said enthusiastically and, without waiting for her answer, grabbed Leah by the hand and hastily led her along.

I am an extremely inquisitive and sociable person. But most of all in life I love listening to scary and mysterious stories from eyewitnesses. I find such people through the Internet and advertisements in newspapers. For good and interesting stories I pay real money, and therefore there is no end to those who want to talk with me. But, having met another eyewitness, from the first minutes of the conversation I understand whether the person is telling the truth or whether he made up everything just to make money.

I immediately show obvious deceivers the door, and, unfortunately, there are the vast majority of them. Let's just say that out of a hundred, 99 lie, and only one gets my attention. And from this it turns out that the truth is like a grain of gold in a huge pile of sand. People are deceivers by nature, but I don’t blame them at all, because I myself sometimes like to lie and mislead others.

However, when the question concerns money, excuse me, everything must meet the highest standards. I have never paid anyone for an outright lie. Lie for free, but for money, sorry, it won’t work. But let's get down to business and listen to one story, which at first seemed to me a complete fiction. At first, I even wanted to interrupt the narrator and politely say goodbye to her, but my inner instinct told me not to do this. Therefore, I listened carefully to this woman to the end, and now it’s your turn to listen to her:

“My name is Elena Stepanovna, I have been living in the city of N for almost 35 years. When I was young, I often went to the village where my grandparents lived. I have always loved nature, and therefore such trips gave me great pleasure. I mainly tried to go closer to autumn to pick berries and mushrooms in the forest. When I was young, this was my hobby, and even now I would never refuse to go to the forest.

At that time, when the bad meeting took place in the forest, I was 22 years old. As soon as I arrived in the village, the next day I immediately went into the forest thicket to pick berries. Thicket, of course, is a strong word. I stayed more and more near the paths, but, as luck would have it, there were almost no berries there. Then I began to go deeper into the forest, and the long-awaited fruits on the bushes began to appear more and more often.

No more than an hour passed, and the bucket was almost full. I looked at my prey, and my soul sang joyfully. It's time to return to the village. I walked through the forest and suddenly saw, to my unspeakable surprise, that a little thin girl was sitting under one of the bushes. She looked no more than 8 years old. This sight scared me beyond words: Small child in the forest, alone.

I approached the girl and looked at her carefully. She was dressed in an old dress, and over it there was a woolen sleeveless vest, moth-eaten in many places. The child’s feet were protected by light-colored, holey stockings stained with soil and dark gray shapeless boots. The hair on her head was covered with a scarf, reminiscent of a dirty floor rag. The girl’s whole appearance spoke of extreme need, and pity stirred in my heart.

-Are you lost in the forest? – I asked, walking up to the child and stopping literally a step away from him. But the girl did not react to my question. She looked at me, and at the same time it seemed that the baby was looking through me. My attempts to talk to the child continued for several minutes, but the girl seemed to be paralyzed. She seemed completely detached, but at some point her eyes took on a meaningful expression, and the words came out of her lips: “Yes, I’m lost.”

The baby very easily jumped to her feet and grabbed my hand with force. I shuddered in surprise, and I even had a desire to push the strange girl away. But immediately ashamed of this emotional outburst, I thought that the child was terribly scared, and therefore behaved accordingly. The girl should have been urgently taken home or handed over to local authorities.

I took the baby next to me, and we soon left the forest. “Do you live in this village?” – I asked when we approached the houses standing on the outskirts of the village. The girl nodded her head affirmatively. “Who do you live with?” "With mother and father. They’re probably angry now because I’ve been away from home for a long time and they’ll punish me,” the child answered. I tried to assure that no one would punish her. On the contrary, everyone will be very happy, because she was finally found and came home.

This whole situation with a walk in the forest and with angry parents seemed extremely strange to me. I asked who the girl went into the forest with. She replied that she went with her dad, but then he ran away. It looked even stranger, if not wilder. I thought that I would need to ask my grandparents about this family in more detail.

We had walked quite far along the main village road when the girl let go of my hand and stopped. “Have you arrived?” – I asked and looked at the nearest old, but quite well-preserved and outwardly quite decent wooden house. The child nodded his head in agreement.

I knew this house. An elderly couple lived in it, a husband and wife. But I have never heard of any small children living with them. However, relatives could come to them and bring this girl with them. And the little girl, as if nothing had happened, ran up to the gate, opened it and disappeared into the yard. I had no choice but to move on. But it should be noted that I completely calmed down. Still, she brought the lost child to the place, and, therefore, fulfilled her human duty with honor.

Arriving home and boasting about the berries, I told my grandparents about the strange girl I met in the forest. They listened to me carefully, but at the same time they looked at me strangely. After my story, the grandmother noticed that the elderly couple to whom the girl went had no relatives. A long time ago there was an only daughter, but she drowned in the river at the age of 7 years. Since then tragic events These people live alone, and no one has ever visited them. But maybe the baby was just in the wrong house. But the most important thing is that she ended up in the village, and here she won’t disappear among people.

And the next morning we received news that the man from the house that the girl indicated as hers had died. His wife was left all alone, and the whole family went to her to express our condolences. When they crossed the threshold, they saw the hostess crying with grief. I, of course, looked around, searching with my eyes small child, but there was no one in the hut except the hostess herself.

It seemed to me that it would be good to distract the grief-stricken woman at least for a while, and I asked about the little girl whom I had met a day ago in the forest. Hearing my question, the hostess stopped crying, looked at me in surprise and said that not a single child had crossed the threshold of this hut for many years.

Feeling awkward, I hid behind my grandparents and looked around the room again. I saw an old photograph on the sideboard. She came up, took a closer look and gasped. It depicted a young married couple, and between them sat the same girl whom I happened to meet yesterday in the forest. There was no time for decency here, and I again turned to the hostess, asking in a demanding voice who was shown in the photograph. She replied that it was she, her husband and daughter who took the photo many years ago.

Everyone present looked at me with condemnation. And indeed, a person is in such grief, and then some visiting young woman asks absolutely inappropriate questions. I had to shut up and not ask anything else. But when I came home with my grandparents, I told them about the amazing similarity between the girl in the photograph and that little girl from the forest.

My relatives listened to me and crossed themselves superstitiously. There was a pause, and grandfather suddenly said: “It was her father’s daughter who took her father to the grave. It’s just unknown whether his time has come, or whether she came for him earlier. You shouldn't have met her in the forest, granddaughter. Be extremely careful now."

The bad meeting in the forest and subsequent events had an extremely depressing effect on me. Two days later I left for the city, and six months later my grandparents also moved to the city, and I never went to that village again. And the wife from the ill-fated house did not survive her husband for long. She died after his funeral 3 months later. And they say that the day before her death, they saw a little unfamiliar girl in the courtyard of the house. This is the story, and it seems to me that I really communicated with a dead child. When I think this, the hair on my head begins to move in horror.”

I listened to this story and realized that the woman was not deceiving me. Her eyes, manner of narration, posture indicated that the person was experiencing strong excitement. I paid the narrator money, and when she turned her back to me and walked away, then, on an incomprehensible hunch, I pulled out my phone and took a photo. I looked at what happened and was speechless. A little girl walked next to the woman, holding her skirt. At that moment when I was taking pictures, she turned her head, and a bad smile, reminiscent of a wolf’s grin, was clearly visible on her face.

The story for the site was prepared by Leonid Starikov

The forest often seems like something creepy and mysterious. It is not for nothing that world folklore is full of stories about how unfortunate children and young girls were taken and abandoned in the wilderness, how robbers, predators and various evil spirits operated there. Today we will talk about forests that can inspire fear thanks to anomalies, legends, historical facts and dangerous inhabitants.

Drunken forest

On the banks of the Oka River near the village of Tarnovo in Ryazan region The so-called Drunken Forest is growing - this is a rectangle of crooked-growing coniferous trees. It’s curious that they bent and intertwined in this place only coniferous trees, and deciduous ones stand straight, as usual. Researchers and scientists have repeatedly tried to solve the mystery of the Drunken Forest and agreed that there is a geomagnetic anomaly.

Crooked forest is found in some places on the planet, including on Curonian Spit on the coast Baltic Sea. There, the coniferous trees look as if they were bent and twisted by a giant, which is why the forest got the name Dancing.

According to one scientific version, the cause of the curvature could be the reaction of the trees to the vortex magnetic field: it twisted the axes of the trees and created an extraordinary landscape.

Also, the anomalous Krivolesye can be seen in the vicinity of the village of Nove Tsarnovo in Western Poland. About 400 gnarled trees facing north were planted by the Germans during the occupation in 1930. According to scientists, the Germans were going to make furniture, ship hulls, and accessories for plows from bent wood, but how exactly they achieved the amazing bending of the trunks is unknown.

Favorite Suicide Forest

There is an ominous place in Japan - Aokigahara. This is a dense forest at the foot of Mount Fuji on the island of Honshu, which has been popular with local suicides for more than half a century. Since 1970, police have conducted regular body searches in Aokigahara and find between 70 and 100 corpses each year. The most common methods of death in the forest are hanging or poisoning with medications. Of course, the authorities and social organizations trying to break the tradition and prevent new deaths. At the entrance there is a sign: “Your life is a priceless gift from your parents” - and a helpline number is indicated. However, suicide has not yet ceased to be popular in Japan: in 2014, 25,374 cases of suicide were registered (in 2003 there were 34,427). Aokigahara is the second most popular place in the world for farewell to life and, if not for the tourists scurrying back and forth, it might have broken this sad record. Books have been written about the suicide forest, films have been made, and songs have been sung that romanticize and popularize this place. For example, in the book of the Japanese writer Wataru Tsurumi “ Complete Guide on suicide" Aokigahara is advertised as the best place to die - and she is sometimes found next to the bodies.

UFO rendezvous spot

The Romanian forest of Hoia Baciu is known as a paranormal zone. Local residents and some scientists, according to them, observed unidentified flying objects here, heard voices, and saw unclear figures and outlines. People have nicknamed the forest the Bermuda Triangle and try to avoid it, and those who do visit complain of headaches, dizziness, nausea and other ailments.

There are legends about the forest: a shepherd with two hundred sheep disappeared here, one woman lost her memory, and one day a five-year-old girl disappeared and reappeared five years later, without having matured at all.

In the 1960s, biology teacher Alexander Sift settled here: he took a large number of photographs of possible UFOs, unidentified lights and silhouettes, and also studied the phenomenon of a “bald” clearing - a completely round, devoid of vegetation, piece of land in the forest, which locals consider a portal to another. measurement. A comparative analysis of the soil showed that the soil in the clearing and from other parts of the forest is no different, which means scientific explanation no phenomenon.

Sift noted that, according to local residents, UFOs are more common in this area. Subsequently, the research was continued by military engineer Emil Barney. He took a photograph that was later considered by some to be the clearest and most reliable image of a UFO in Europe. The forest anomalies were also described by the scientist Adrian Patrut in the book “Phenomena of the Hoya-Baciu Forest.”

Forest of Screaming Ghosts

Near the English village of Pluckley in Kent there is a Screaming Forest, which is considered a haunted place. According to legend, in the 18th century, local residents killed a robber in this forest and he still wanders and wants revenge. Besides him, in these places there is supposedly a poltergeist and the spirits of other dead people roam, including a colonel and a teacher who hanged themselves in trees. Local residents claim that screams can be heard from the forest in the early morning. Numerous ghost hunters believe them: tourists come to tickle their nerves and wander among the trees at night, trying to hear something unusual. For example, The Visual Paranormal Investigation team claims that they were able to talk to the spirits of the Screaming Forest.

Cursed forest

In the USA, in the state of Vermont, there is a forest with a bad reputation: people disappeared in it without a trace. There have also been reports of unexplained sounds, unusual atmospheric phenomena and unprecedented animals in the forest. Writer and folklorist Joseph Seatrow called this place the Bennington Triangle, by analogy with Bermuda. In his books, he argued that this place has been considered cursed since the times of the Indians: they tried to avoid it long before the arrival of the colonists.

Stories about the evil forest have been present in local folklore since late XIX century. It is believed that more than ten people disappeared here, but only five cases have been documented: all of them occurred between 1945 and 1950. Among the missing: a 74-year-old hunter and fisherman who knew the area well, an 18-year-old student, an 8-year-old boy, an elderly veteran and a 53-year-old hiker. The body of the latter was found seven months later; the rest were not found, despite a lengthy search.

Satanists Sanctuary

Another anomalous forest in the United States is the Freetown-Fall River Nature Reserve in southeastern Massachusetts, also called the Bridgewater Triangle: it is believed to be the territory of Satanists, bandits and suicides. According to legends, these regions have long served as a place for religious rites, including sacrifices and ritual killings of animals. There is evidence of ball lightning seen here, giant snakes, mutilated animals, UFOs and other unusual phenomena.

According to legends, these places were cursed by Indians angry at the colonists. Their graves remain in the forest. The spirits of buried Aboriginal people are said to roam the forest and seek vengeance.

The police also have a “dossier” on the bad forest: several murders and accidents have occurred here. In 1998, for example, police discovered mutilated carcasses of calves and cows here, which apparently had been sacrificed.

Radioactive forest

The Red Forest is an infamous area of ​​forest around Chernobyl that has become reddish-brown in color due to the release of radioactive dust. Many trees were knocked down by the blast wave and died. Because of radioactive decay For a long time it was possible to observe the glow of the trunks at night.

Since the accident on Chernobyl nuclear power plant Almost 30 years have passed, but, as experts note, the forest still remains radioactive. Last spring, scientists from the United States and France published the results of a study of the Red Forest ecosystem and pointed out an anomaly: dead trees do not decompose, they seem to have been preserved at the time of the accident. Scientists conducted an experiment: they collected several bags of leaves that were not affected by radiation and placed them in different parts of the forest. The guess was confirmed: in places with increased radiation, the foliage rotted 40% slower than in ordinary places forest areas. This is explained by the fact that bacteria and fungi that cause decay are less active under radiation.

According to scientists, the Red Forest is potentially dangerous from a fire of accumulated vegetation - if it catches fire, the radiation will spread wider.

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