(1) The old hunter Manuilo knew the time like a rooster without a watch. (2) Touching Mitrasha, he whispered to him:

Get up yourself, but don't wake the girl up, let him sleep.

- (3) This is not that kind of girl, - answered Mitrasha, - you can't hold her. (4) Nastya, climb the wood grouse!

- (5) Let's go! - answered Nastya, getting up.

(6) And all three went out of the hut.

(7) The swamp smells good of the first spring water, but the last snow on it smells no worse. (8) There is a great power of joy in the aroma of such snow, and this joy in the darkness carried the children to unknown lands, where unusual birds flock like the souls of the northern forests.

(9) But Manuila in this night trip had his own special concern. (10) Having recently returned from Moscow, he heard from someone that the forest on the Red Manes this winter went under the ax.

(11) Having felt his way with his feet in different directions, Manuilo soon realized that under his foot there was a piece of ice covered with powder - an icy road, arranged in winter to transport round timber to the river bank.

- (12) Bad business! - he said.

(13) Mitrasha asked why things were bad. (14) Manuilo showed Mitrash a piece of ice and, after a pause, said sadly:

- (15) Say goodbye, kids, to Red Manes!

(16) Mitrasha realized that the Red Manes with the capercaillie current were cut down this winter and rolled for rafting to the shores.

- (17) Back? - he asked.

- (18) Why go back? - answered Manuilo, - the current is not far from here, let's go and see what the wood grouses are thinking about now.

(19) We walked in the dark. (20) And suddenly the capercaillie began to play clearly on the hearing of the hunter.

- (21) Sings! - said Manuilo.

(22) The wood grouse sings and does not hear how the hunters run up to him. (23) It will stop, and the hunters immediately freeze.

(24) It was still completely dark and indistinguishable, when people suddenly stopped, as if struck ... (25) The hunters froze not because the capercaillie stopped singing and had to wait for him to sing again and go deaf for a short time, for some then five, six leaps of a person forward.

(26) The hunters froze because of the unprecedented with them: not one capercaillie sang, but many, and it was impossible to understand in this multitude of sounds which capercaillie sang his song and now perfectly hears the steps of the hunters, and, alarmed, only occasionally "taps", and which now only starts its own song and itself stalls for a while. (27) It turned out that there was no forest around at all, there was only undergrowth after cutting down - various bushes and frail trees. (28) In the same place where the Red Manes used to be, in a large visible space there were only wide stumps from huge trees, and on the stumps, on the stumps themselves, wood grouses were sitting and singing!

(29) Some birds were close, but what kind of hunter would raise his hand against such a capercaillie! (30) Every hunter now understood the bird well, imagining that his own inhabited and dear house had burned down and that he, having arrived at the wedding, saw only burnt logs. (31) And for wood grouses it comes out in its own way, but it is also very, very similar to human: on the stump of the same tree where he used to sing, hidden in dense foliage high up, now he sits defenseless on this stump and sings. (32) Surprised hunters did not dare to shoot at the now homeless wood grouses singing on tree stumps.

(33) The hunters did not have to think for a long time: the spring rain poured down, leaving people on the windows those well-known spring tears of joy, gray in themselves, and so beautiful to all of us! (34) The wood grouses all fell silent at once: those who jumped from the stumps and ran wet somewhere, which stood on the wing and flew away all to no one knows where.

(According to M. M. Prishvin *)

* Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin (1873-1954) - Russian Soviet writer, publicist.

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M. Prishvin raises the problem of respect for nature.

Reflecting on it, the writer tells about the night hike of Manuila, Mitrashi and Nastya. Reading the text, we understand that the children were happy about the planned hunt for wood grouses, but Manuila, as the writer emphasizes, had “his own special concern”. The old hunter "heard from someone that the forest on Red Manes went under the ax this winter." Prishvin draws the reader's attention to the fact that Manuilo was upset by this news. "Our business is bad!" - said the hunter. In addition, the author, leading the reader to understanding the problem, gives a description of the felled forest: "In the same place where the Red Manes were before, in a large visible space there were only wide stumps from huge trees ..."

(1) The old hunter Manuilo knew the time like a rooster without a watch. (2) Touching Mitrasha, he whispered to him:

Get up yourself, but don't wake the girl up, let him sleep.

- (3) This is not that kind of girl, - answered Mitrasha, - you can't hold her. (4) Nastya, climb the wood grouse!

- (5) Let's go! - answered Nastya, getting up.

(6) And all three went out of the hut.

(7) The swamp smells good of the first spring water, but the last snow on it smells no worse. (8) There is a great power of joy in the aroma of such snow, and this joy in the darkness carried the children to unknown lands, where unusual birds flock like the souls of the northern forests.

(9) But Manuila in this night trip had his own special concern. (10) Having recently returned from Moscow, he heard from someone that the forest on the Red Manes this winter went under the ax.

(11) Having felt his way with his feet in different directions, Manuilo soon realized that under his foot there was a piece of ice covered with powder - an icy road, arranged in winter to transport round timber to the river bank.

- (12) Bad business! - he said.

(13) Mitrasha asked why things were bad. (14) Manuilo showed Mitrash a piece of ice and, after a pause, said sadly:

- (15) Say goodbye, kids, to Red Manes!

(16) Mitrasha realized that the Red Manes with the capercaillie current were cut down this winter and rolled for rafting to the shores.

- (17) Back? - he asked.

- (18) Why go back? - answered Manuilo, - the current is not far from here, let's go and see what the wood grouses are thinking about now.

(19) We walked in the dark. (20) And suddenly the capercaillie began to play clearly on the hearing of the hunter.

- (21) Sings! - said Manuilo.

(22) The wood grouse sings and does not hear how the hunters run up to him. (23) It will stop, and the hunters immediately freeze.

(24) It was still completely dark and indistinguishable, when people suddenly stopped, as if struck ... (25) The hunters froze not because the capercaillie stopped singing and had to wait for him to sing again and go deaf for a short time, for some then five, six leaps of a person forward.

(26) The hunters froze because of the unprecedented with them: not one capercaillie sang, but many, and it was impossible to understand in this multitude of sounds which capercaillie sang his song and now perfectly hears the steps of the hunters, and, alarmed, only occasionally "taps", and which now only starts its own song and itself stalls for a while. (27) It turned out that there was no forest around at all, there was only undergrowth after cutting down - various bushes and frail trees. (28) In the same place where the Red Manes used to be, in a large visible space there were only wide stumps from huge trees, and on the stumps, on the stumps themselves, wood grouses were sitting and singing!

(29) Some birds were close, but what kind of hunter would raise his hand against such a capercaillie! (30) Every hunter now understood the bird well, imagining that his own inhabited and dear house had burned down and that he, having arrived at the wedding, saw only burnt logs. (31) And for wood grouses it comes out in its own way, but it is also very, very similar to human: on the stump of the same tree where he used to sing, hidden in dense foliage high up, now he sits defenseless on this stump and sings. (32) Surprised hunters did not dare to shoot at the now homeless wood grouses singing on tree stumps.

(33) The hunters did not have to think for a long time: the spring rain poured down, leaving people on the windows those well-known spring tears of joy, gray in themselves, and so beautiful to all of us! (34) The wood grouses all fell silent at once: those who jumped from the stumps and ran wet somewhere, which stood on the wing and flew away all to no one knows where.

(According to M. M. Prishvin *)

* Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin (1873-1954) - Russian Soviet writer, publicist.

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M. Prishvin raises the problem of respect for nature.

Reflecting on it, the writer tells about the night hike of Manuila, Mitrashi and Nastya. Reading the text, we understand that the children were happy about the planned hunt for wood grouses, but Manuila, as the writer emphasizes, had “his own special concern”. The old hunter "heard from someone that the forest on Red Manes went under the ax this winter." Prishvin draws the reader's attention to the fact that Manuilo was upset by this news. "Our business is bad!" - said the hunter. In addition, the author, leading the reader to understanding the problem, gives a description of the felled forest: "In the same place where the Red Manes were before, in a large visible space there were only wide stumps from huge trees ..."

Nature is our home, rich, hospitable and generous. In it, the doors are always wide open for a person. Here you can find not only a permanent shelter, but also relax your soul, “recharge” with cheerfulness and creative inspiration. This house should always remain a safe home for all inhabitants: people, animals, birds and fish. It should be decorated with dense forests, rivers and lakes with clear clear water.

Writer and publicist M.M. Prishvin, who came with a notebook and a pencil, a gun and a camera, many forest roads and paths, left the readers with works that teach them to love nature and take care of it. Touching upon in this text the problem of the relationship between man and nature, the author wants to say that people should be kind, reasonable masters of their huge common home.

In the vast expanses of this house, you can always find places that generations of people treat with special respect and love. In the text of M.M. Prishvina tells about one of these places bearing an unusual name - Red Manes. The tall ship thicket quite recently rustled in the wind with thick foliage, mesmerized the eye with its lush beauty, attracted hunters, served as a haven for animals and birds.

"Let's say goodbye, children, to the Red Manes!" - the old hunter Manuilo says sadly to Mitrasha and Nastya, who, already on the road covered with powder, realized that a disaster had happened to the ship thicket. “In a large visible space, only wide stumps from huge trees were visible” - this is how the Red Manes appeared before the hunters. The wood grouse looked helpless and homeless, having gathered by habit in the spring in their native land to “celebrate” weddings.

We meet a similar sad picture in the story of E.I. Nosova "Doll". “And don't even unwind your fishing rods! Dont spoil spirit! Business is gone, ... is gone! " - bitterly complains the main character of the work - Akimych. For several years, due to the fault of people, the river with swamps and pools, where there was a real expanse for fishermen, turned into "a river that barely oozed with subdued water."

Traces of indifference of people to nature can be seen everywhere even now. In pursuit of profit, irresponsible "owners" mercilessly cut down forests, not thinking about how many years a tree needs to grow in order to achieve real strength and beauty. Ruthlessly exterminating animals, people every year replenish the list of fauna representatives included in the Red Book.

I would like the story told by the writer M.M. Prishvin's story about Red Manes helped many to think about the fate of our common home - nature. It should always remain beautiful and comfortable, give the opportunity to enjoy life to everyone living in it.

And so they waited, one with their ears, the other with their eyes.

It happens, and it is most likely that the elk crossed the floodplain, and thin pieces of ice rang under its feet, scattering to the sides. Then, when the elk, having overcome the understanding, moved into the forest and calmed down there, Paul said:

Come on, I don't hear anything else.

Here again the blind man firmly grasped the deaf man's belt. - And so they walked.

Maybe in the whole north there is no hunter better than Manuila, but this time he was deceived by the weather, like a little one: he believed the same thing: the frost would hold out, and it would be possible to go to the forest through the frost and return to his hut on Vygor.

How could such an experienced hunter think that the water is on the bow, and the entire forest power can break off at any hour and by morning the whole floodplain will become the sea!

In understanding this, it must be understood that such a daredevil goes according to the law until the last hour and believes in the law, and if some accidental lawlessness comes out not on his own, so why be afraid of chance: we all saw, Russian people, where ours is not disappeared!

Manuilo knew the clock like a rooster without a watch. Touching Mitrasha, he whispered to him:

Get up yourself, but don't wake the girl up, let her sleep.

This is not such a girl, - answered Mitrasha, - you can't hold her, Nastya, climb up the wood grouse!

Let's go! - answered Nastya, getting up.

And all three went out of the hut.

The swamp smells good of the first spring water, but the last snow on it smells no worse. There is a great power of joy in the aroma of such snow, and this joy in the dark carried the children to unknown lands, where extraordinary birds flock, like the souls of northern forests.

But Manuila in this night trip had his own special concern. Having recently returned from Moscow, as he walked, he heard from someone that Red Manes went under the ax this winter. Who said it, where was it said? Now he remembered Manuilo and could not remember, and already began to think whether he had been deceived, whether he had fancied it in a dream.

So the children walked in the dark, trusting their feet, obeying the feet, as you obey the eyes during the day. And they began to feel the earth in a different way: there was still deep snow, now bound by ice. They walked along the crust as if on a tablecloth, and even better: the crust did not collapse, but seemed to spring a little, and that is why it came out more cheerful.

Remembering on such a road about the felling of the capercaillie current Red Mane, Manuilo resolutely said:

Have abbreviated!

As soon as he said that, his leg told him about something completely different than a springy crust.

Having felt his way with his feet in different directions, Manuilo soon realized that under his foot there was a piece of ice covered with powder: an icy road, arranged in winter to transport round timber to the river bank.

Our business is bad! - he said.

Mitrasha asked why things were bad.

Manuilo showed Mitrasha a piece of ice.

After a pause, he said sadly:

Say goodbye, kids, to Red Manes!

Mitrasha realized that the Red Manes with the capercaillie current had been cut down this winter and rolled for rafting to the shores.

Back? - he asked.

Why go back? - answered Manuilo, - the current is not far from here, let's go and see what the wood grouses are thinking about now.

Silych walked sideways on the current and did not come out onto the ice. He knew such a direct path to the current that every year he went straight to the song and now groping everything walked, walked, and, finally, it seemed as if he fancied something, he stopped.

It was very dark in the forest.

And he knew it was darkest before dawn.

There was not a single tall tree around, there were bushes, underbrush all around, and there was no forest at all.

But you never know anything in the forest at night. Realizing the darkest time with instinct now, Silych began to listen and wait ...

So the brothers, too, in the dark, guessing the place of the current, hid.

It was at this very time that the hour was creeping up to people when a friendly spring begins and, as it were, rushes with all its water on the work of a person.

At this very time, that hour, passionately awaited by the hunters, is approaching, that winged hour in nature, when the sleeping beauty awakens and says: "Oh, how long I slept!"

It started somewhere on some tree, on some very thin twig, bare in winter. There, from the dampness, two drops have accumulated - one higher, the other lower.

Building on the dampness, one drop grew heavy and rolled towards the other.

So, one drop caught up with another on a branch, and, connected, becoming heavy, two drops fell.

This was the beginning of the spring of water.

Falling, a heavy drop on something quietly bumped, and this made a special sound in the forest, similar to: "Tek!"

And this was exactly the sound when the wood grouse, starting his song, in his own way, “teka” in the same way.

No hunter at that distance, as it was, could hear this sound of the first drop of spring.

But the blind Paul clearly heard and took it for the first click of a capercaillie in the dark.

He tugged on Peter's belt.

And Peter now in the dark was just as blind as Paul.

I can not see anything! he whispered.

Sings! - Pavel answered, pointing with his fingers to the place where the sound came from.

Peter, increasing in vision, even opened his mouth a little.

I don’t see, ”he repeated.

In response to this, Paul stepped forward, stretched out his hand to Peter and quietly moved. You really couldn't move when you hear this capercaillie dripping, but Paul was so used to trusting his hearing that he always allowed himself, if he heard, to move a little.

So the lads moved over.

No, - Peter whispered, - I don't see.

No, - Pavel answered, - this is not a capercaillie, these are drops dripping from the branches, see this?

And he showed it again.

Now the hunter's soul was given to the expectation of the capercaillie singing, and he was completely unaware that it was water coming, that they would now have no way out of the forest. He was now occupied with only one thing: among the tekany drops to hear to understand the wood grouse.

Suddenly, some unknown bird, awake, does not say directly that it has begun to sing, but as happens with a person: it wants to stretch, but it seems as if it will say something. And a friend will ask him:

What do you say?

No, - answers the awakened one, - I am so ...

Probably, this unknown bird also squeaked something awake and fell silent.

But it was still not easy. At that very moment, as the hunters say, the sky began to go lunatic.

And then the capercaillie began to play clearly on Paul's ear.

Sings! - Pavel said.

And the brothers, as everyone else, began to gallop: the capercaillie sings and does not hear the hunters running up to him on their jumps. It will stop, and the hunters freeze at the same moment.

The brothers rode to the song of the wood grouse not quite like we all gallop alone. Thanks to the slightly brightening sky, something was still visible, and that's why you can't hit your forehead on a tree. We can also skip a visible light puddle, but we will still get into an invisible one with full vision and hearing. The same thing, if he fell deeply into the swamp dough, and at that moment the capercaillie stopped singing, it doesn't matter whether a blind, deaf or healthy person with all his happiness, since he got there, then stand in the mud waiting for the capercaillie again will play.

Brothers gallop side by side, holding hands, until the one who sees with his eyes sees the singer himself. It has always been so, that Paul hears before anything else, and Peter sees earlier. And this little "before everyone else" decided all the success with two people united in one person: they always had more wood grouses killed than individual hunters.

It was still completely dark and indistinguishable when the lads suddenly stopped jumping and stopped, as if amazed ...

The same thing happened with Manuila, and Silych also began and suddenly froze.

All the hunters froze not because the capercaillie stopped singing, and it was necessary to wait for him to sing again and become deaf for a short time, for some five, six leaps of a person forward.

The hunters froze from the unprecedented with them: not one capercaillie sang, but many, and it was impossible to understand in this multitude of sounds which capercaillie sang his song and now perfectly hears the steps of the hunters, and the alarmed one only occasionally "teaches", and which one is only his song turns on and stalls himself at all.


Nature. Why do we treat her so destructively? Why do we pollute the air and water, cut down forests, exterminate animals? When will we realize that we ourselves are part of nature? These and other questions arose after reading the text of M.M. Prishvin.

The writer in his text raises the problem of the destructive influence of man on nature.

He tells about the old hunter Manuilo, who, upon returning from Moscow, heard “as if the forest on the Red Manes this winter went under the ax”. They decided to make sure of this. It turned out that "Red Manes with a capercaillie current were cut down this winter." They decided to go see how the wood grouses were there. What they saw amazed them. “In the large visible space there were only wide stumps from huge trees, and on the stumps, on the very stumps, wood grouses were sitting and singing!” The helpless and homeless are now wood grouses. The surprised hunters did not shoot. The problem raised by the author made me think deeply about the influence of man on nature.

The position of the author is clear: man, through his activities, causes irreparable damage to nature. By cutting down forests, a person deprives the habitual habitat of their inhabitants. A person should not mindlessly destroy. Nature must be protected.

I agree with the author's point of view. We destroy nature, treat it as a consumer, and often barbaric. We pollute the air and water, we cut down forests, the lungs of the planet, we feed the earth with nitrates ... Scientists warn us that we are chopping off the branch on which we are sitting. We are part of nature ourselves. By destroying nature, we are bringing closer a catastrophe for all mankind. Already today we see that nature is beginning to take revenge. Writers often address this issue, reminding us that nature needs to be protected. I'll try to prove it.

In the story of V.P. Astafieva "Tsar-fish" the main character Utrobin has been fishing all his life, as his father and grandfather did. The whole village is engaged in poaching, illegal fishing. Utrobin does it with passion. He wants to be the first fisherman, catch more than anyone else, catch valuable and large fish. Indeed, in this he succeeded. For this he is respected by the men. And only after meeting with the king-fish, after a duel with her for life, Utrobin realizes that he has been doing the wrong thing all his life. Caught, destroyed, destroyed. Giving nothing in return, not creating. Why did he have so many fish? He did not know. He suddenly realized that the fish is part of the same nature, of which man himself is a part. Who gave him the right to destroy her so barbarously?

In the epic novel by L.N. Tolstoy "War and Peace" we see a hunting scene, where landowners hunt an old hardened wolf, driving him with dogs. They have fun, competition, and the wolf - death. What for?

Thus, a person by his activities inflicts irreparable damage to nature, without thinking about it. We take from nature all the time, but we give back negligible. What can this lead to? To disaster! Everyone should understand that nature should be treated with care. And you have to start with yourself. Don't ruin nature!

Updated: 2018-01-06

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