Lev n tolstoy story fire reviews. Extracurricular reading lesson based on the story by L.N. Tolstoy's "Fire". Fire in Yasnaya Polyana

One of the granddaughters, Masha (she was three years old), opened the stove, heaped coals into a crock and went into the hallway. And in the entryway lay sheaves. The women prepared these sheaves for svyasla.

Masha brought coals, put them under the sheaves and began to blow. When the straw began to catch fire, she was delighted, went into the hut and brought her brother Kiryushka by the hand (he was one and a half years old and had just learned to walk), and said:
- Look, Kilyuska, what a stove I blew up. The sheaves were already burning and crackling. When the entryway was filled with smoke, Masha got scared and ran back to the hut. Kiryushka fell on the threshold, hurt his nose and began to cry; Masha dragged him into the hut, and they both hid under a bench. Grandmother heard nothing and slept.
The eldest boy Vanya (he was eight years old) was on the street. When he saw smoke pouring out of the hallway, he ran through the door, slipped through the smoke into the hut and began to wake up his grandmother; but the grandmother went crazy from her sleep and forgot about the children, jumped out and ran through the courtyards after the people.
Masha, meanwhile, sat under the bench and was silent; only the little boy screamed because he had broken his nose painfully. Vanya heard his cry, looked under the bench and shouted to Masha:
- Run, you'll burn!
Masha ran into the hallway, but it was impossible to get past the smoke and fire. She came back. Then Vanya raised the window and told her to climb in. When she climbed through, Vanya grabbed his brother and dragged him. But the boy was heavy and did not give in to his brother. He cried and pushed Vanya. Vanya fell twice while he was dragging him to the window; the door to the hut was already on fire. Vanya stuck the boy’s head through the window and wanted to push him through; but the boy (he was very scared) grabbed hold of him with his little hands and did not let them go. Then Vanya shouted to Masha:
- Pull him by the head! - and he pushed from behind. And so they pulled him out the window onto the street and jumped out themselves.

It sometimes happens that in cities when there are fires, children are left in houses and they cannot be pulled out, because they hide from fear and are silent, and from the smoke it is impossible to see them. Dogs in London are trained for this purpose. These dogs live with firefighters, and when a house catches fire, the firefighters send the dogs to pull the children out. One such dog in London saved twelve children; her name was Bob.

One time the house caught fire. And when the firefighters arrived at the house, a woman ran out to them. She cried and said that there was a two-year-old girl left in the house. The firefighters sent Bob. Bob ran up the stairs and disappeared into the smoke. Five minutes later he ran out of the house and carried the girl by the shirt in his teeth. The mother rushed to her daughter and cried with joy that her daughter was alive. The firefighters petted the dog and examined it to see if it was burned; but Bob was eager to go back into the house. The firefighters thought there was something else alive in the house and let him in. The dog ran into the house and soon ran out with something in its teeth. When the people looked at what she was carrying, they all burst out laughing: she was carrying a large doll.

Sparrow and swallow

Once I stood in the yard and looked at a nest of swallows under the roof. Both swallows flew away in front of me, and the nest was left empty.

While they were away, a sparrow flew from the roof, jumped onto the nest, looked around, flapped its wings and darted into the nest; then he stuck his head out and chirped.

Soon after that, a swallow flew to the nest. She poked her head into the nest, but as soon as she saw the guest, she squeaked, beat her wings in place and flew away.

Sparrow sat and chirped.

Suddenly a herd of swallows flew in: all the swallows flew up to the nest - as if to look at the sparrow, and flew away again.

The sparrow was not shy, he turned his head and chirped.

The swallows again flew up to the nest, did something, and flew away again.

It was not for nothing that the swallows flew up: they each brought dirt in their beaks and little by little covered the hole in the nest.

Again the swallows flew away and again flew in and covered the nest more and more, and the hole became tighter and tighter.

At first the sparrow's neck was visible, then only its head, then its nose, and then nothing became visible; The swallows completely covered him in the nest, flew away and began circling around the house whistling.

Hares feed at night. In winter, forest hares feed on tree bark, field hares on winter crops and grass, and bean hares on grain grains on threshing floors. During the night, hares make a deep, visible trail in the snow. Hunters for hares are people, and dogs, and wolves, and foxes, and crows, oh eagles. If the hare had walked simply and straightly, then in the morning he would have been found on the trail and caught, but cowardice saves him.

The hare walks through the fields at night without fear and makes straight tracks; but as soon as morning comes, his enemies wake up: the hare begins to hear the barking of dogs, the screeching of sleighs, the voices of men, the crackling of a wolf in the forest, and begins to rush from side to side. He will gallop forward, get scared by something and run back in his wake. If he hears anything else, he will burp to the side with all his might and gallop away from the previous trail. Again something will knock - again the hare will turn back and again jump to the side. When it becomes light, he will lie down.

The next morning, the hunters begin to disassemble the hare's trail, get confused by double tracks and distant jumps, and are surprised at the hare's cunning. But the hare didn’t even think of being cunning. He's just afraid of everything.

The brown hare lived in winter near the village. When night came, he picked one up and listened; then he picked up the other one, moved his whiskers, sniffed it and sat down on his hind legs. Then he jumped once or twice in the deep snow and again sat down on his hind legs and began to look around. Nothing was visible from all sides except snow. The snow lay in waves and glittered like sugar. There was frosty steam above the hare's head, and through this steam large bright stars could be seen.

The hare again needed to cross the high road to come to the familiar threshing floor. On the high road you could hear the squealing of runners, the snorting of horses, and the creaking of chairs in the sleigh.

The hare stopped again near the road. The men walked next to the sleigh with the collars of their caftans raised. Their faces were barely visible. Their beards, mustaches, and eyelashes were sweaty, and frost stuck to the sweat. The horses jostled in the collars, dived, and surfaced in potholes. The men overtook, overtook, overtook, and beat the horses with whips. Two old men walked side by side, and one told the other how his horse was stolen.

When the convoy passed, the hare crossed the road and walked lightly towards the threshing floor. The little dog from the wagon train saw a hare. She barked and ran after him. The hare galloped to the threshing floor on Saturday; The hares were detained by suboi, and the dog got stuck in the snow on the tenth jump and stopped. Then the hare also stopped, sat on his hind legs and slowly walked towards the threshing floor. On the way, in the greenery, he met two birds with one stone. They fed and played. The hare played with his comrades, dug with them in the frosty snow, ate winter crops and moved on. Everything in the village was quiet, the lights were extinguished. We only heard the cry of a child in the hut through the walls and the crackling of frost in the logs of the hut. The hare went to the threshing floor and found his comrades there. He played with them on the cleared drain, ate oats from the open storehouse, climbed up the snow-covered roof onto the barn and walked through the fence back to his ravine.

The dawn was shining in the east, there were fewer stars, and even thicker frosty steam rose above the ground. In a nearby village, women woke up and went to fetch water; the men were carrying food from the barn, the children were screaming and crying. On the way, he chose a higher place, dug up the snow, lay down backwards in a new hole, laid his ears on his back and fell asleep with his eyes open.

The eagle built itself a nest on a high road, far from the sea, and brought out its children.

One day, people were working under a tree, and an eagle flew up to the nest with a large fish in its claws. People saw the fish, surrounded the tree, began to shout and throw stones at the eagle.

The eagle dropped the fish, and the people picked it up and left.

The eagle sat on the edge of the nest, and the eaglets raised their heads and began to squeak: they asked for food.

The eagle was tired and could not fly to the sea again; he went down into the nest, covered the eaglets with his wings, caressed them, straightened their feathers and seemed to ask them to wait a little. But the more he caressed them, the louder they squeaked.

Then the eagle flew away from them and sat on the top branch of the tree.

The eaglets whistled and squealed even more pitifully.

Then the eagle suddenly screamed loudly, spread its wings and flew to the sea.

He returned only late in the evening: he flew quietly and low above the ground, and again he had a big fish in his claws.

When he flew up to the tree, he looked back to see if there were people nearby again, quickly folded his wings and sat down on the edge of the nest.

The eaglets raised their heads and opened their mouths, and the eagle tore the fish apart and fed the children.

In the harvest, men and women went to work. Only the old and the young remained in the village. A grandmother and three grandchildren remained in one hut. Grandma turned off the stove and lay down to rest. Flies landed on her and bit her. She covered her head with a towel and fell asleep. One of the granddaughters, Masha (she was three years old), opened the stove, heaped coals into a crock and went into the hallway. And in the entryway lay sheaves. The women prepared these sheaves for svyasla. Masha brought coals, put them under the sheaves and began to blow. When the straw began to catch fire, she was delighted, went into the hut and brought her brother, Kiryushka, by the hand (he was one and a half years old and had just learned to walk), and said: “Look, Kilyuska, what a stove I blew up.” The sheaves were already burning and crackling. When the entryway was filled with smoke, Masha got scared and ran back to the hut. Kiryushka fell on the threshold, hurt his nose and began to cry; Masha dragged him into the hut, and they both hid under a bench. Grandmother heard nothing and slept. The eldest boy, Vanya (he was eight years old), was on the street. When he saw smoke pouring out of the hallway, he ran through the door, slipped through the smoke into the hut and began to wake up his grandmother; but the grandmother, half asleep, went crazy and forgot about the children, jumped out and ran through the courtyards after the people. Masha, meanwhile, sat under the bench and was silent; only the little boy screamed because he had broken his nose painfully. Vanya heard his cry, looked under the bench and shouted to Masha: “Run, you’ll burn!” Masha ran into the hallway, but it was impossible to get past the smoke and fire. She came back. Then Vanya raised the window and told her to climb in. When she climbed through, Vanya grabbed his brother and dragged him. But the boy was heavy and did not give in to his brother. He cried and pushed Vanya. Vanya fell twice while he was dragging him to the window; the door to the hut was already on fire. Vanya stuck the boy’s head through the window and wanted to push him through; but the boy (he was very scared) grabbed hold of him with his little hands and did not let them go. Then Vanya shouted to Masha: “Drag him by the head!” – and he pushed from behind. And so they pulled him out the window onto the street and jumped out themselves.

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During the harvest, men and women went to the fields to work. Only the old and the young remained in the village. In one hut there remained a grandmother and three grandchildren: three-year-old Masha, one-and-a-half-year-old Kiryushka and eight-year-old Vanya. Grandma turned off the stove and lay down on the bench to rest, covered her head with a scarf to keep out the flies and fell asleep. Meanwhile, Masha collected coals from the stove into a shard and set fire to the sheaves in the hallway. The sheaves caught fire. Frightened Masha and Kiryushka returned to the hut and hid under the bench. Vanya was on the street, saw smoke coming from the hallway and ran into the hut. It was too late to put out the fire. The boy woke up his grandmother. She, half asleep, forgot about the children, jumped out into the street and ran to call people. Vanya found Masha and Kiryushka under the bench. It was no longer possible to escape from the burning hut through the door. He rolled up the window. First, Masha climbed out of it, then he pushed out the stubborn Kiryushka, and managed to jump out of the window himself.