The picture shows a girl lying in a hammock. In the girl's hand is a book. She smiles. In the background, nature beckons with its appearance. I just want to feel that fresh air on me. Probably on the street day.
Перевод:
На картине изображена девушка, которая лежит в гамаке. В руке девушки книга. Она улыбается. На заднем плане природа, которая манит своим видом. Так и хочется ощутить тот свежий воздух на себе. Вероятно на улице день.
Объяснение:
Я не знаю что ещё можно описать, так как картина чёрно-белая.
When the war began, Kolya Sokolov was able to count to ten. Of course, it’s not enough to count to ten, but there are children who cannot count to ten.
For example, I knew one little girl Lyalya, who counted only to five. And what did she think? She said: "One, two, four, five." And the "three" missed. Is this an account! It's just ridiculous.
No, it is unlikely that such a girl will be a scientist or a professor of mathematics in the future. Most likely, she will be a domestic worker or a junior janitor with a broom. Since she is so incapable of numbers.
And our Kolya, I say, was able to count to ten. And thanks to this, he counted ten steps from the doors of his house. And, counting these steps, he began to dig a hole. Shovel.
So he dug a hole. And he put a wooden box in this hole in which his various things were located - skates, an hatchet, a small hand saw, a folding pocket knife, a porcelain bunny and other small objects.
He put this box in the pit. He fell asleep with earth. I trampled underfoot. And in addition, he threw a yellow sand from above, so that it would be imperceptible that there was a pit and something was lying in the pit.
Now I will explain to you why Kolya buried his things so necessary for him in the ground.
He went to the city of Kazan with his mother and grandmother. Because the Nazis were advancing then. And they came very close to their village. And all the inhabitants hastily began to leave.
And, therefore, Kolya with his mother and grandmother also decided to leave.
And of course you cannot take all things with you. And for this reason, mom put some things in the chest and buried in the ground so that the Nazis would not get it.
Mom counted thirty steps from the door of the house. And there a trunk buried.
She counted thirty steps in order to know the place where she was buried. Do not tear the whole yard, then to look for this chest. One has only to count thirty steps towards the garden, and the chest will be immediately found when the Nazis are expelled from the village.
And mom buried a chest thirty steps from the door. And Kolya, who knew how to count to ten, counted ten steps. And there he buried his box.
And on the same day, mom, grandmother and Kolya left for the city of Kazan. And in this city they lived for almost four years. And there Kolya grew up, began to go to school. And I learned to count to a hundred or more.
And finally it became known that the Nazis were expelled from the village where Kolya lived at one time. And not only from that village, but in general they were expelled from our land. And then Kolya with his mother and grandmother returned to their native places.
But finally, Kolya is at home. The house is intact, but, of course, a little destroyed. And all the things that remained in the house disappeared. The Nazis stole them. But mom said: “It's nothing. We still have many things buried in the ground. "
And with these words, my mother counted thirty steps and began to dig a shovel. And soon she was convinced that the chest was there. And then Kolya said to his mother:
“That's what arithmetic means.” If we had buried a chest just like that, we would not have counted thirty steps, now we would not have known where to dig.
Finally, mom opened the chest. And there everything was intact and in good condition. And things did not even get wet, because an oilcloth was placed on top of the chest. And mother and grandmother were so pleased that these things were preserved that they even sang a song: “The month is shining, the light is shining”.
And then Kolya, in turn, took a shovel, counted ten steps and said to the neighboring guys who gathered around him:
- If I buried my things just where I got it, I wouldn’t count ten steps, now I wouldn’t even know where they are?
The picture shows a girl lying in a hammock. In the girl's hand is a book. She smiles. In the background, nature beckons with its appearance. I just want to feel that fresh air on me. Probably on the street day.
Перевод:
На картине изображена девушка, которая лежит в гамаке. В руке девушки книга. Она улыбается. На заднем плане природа, которая манит своим видом. Так и хочется ощутить тот свежий воздух на себе. Вероятно на улице день.
Объяснение:
Я не знаю что ещё можно описать, так как картина чёрно-белая.
When the war began, Kolya Sokolov was able to count to ten. Of course, it’s not enough to count to ten, but there are children who cannot count to ten.
For example, I knew one little girl Lyalya, who counted only to five. And what did she think? She said: "One, two, four, five." And the "three" missed. Is this an account! It's just ridiculous.
No, it is unlikely that such a girl will be a scientist or a professor of mathematics in the future. Most likely, she will be a domestic worker or a junior janitor with a broom. Since she is so incapable of numbers.
And our Kolya, I say, was able to count to ten. And thanks to this, he counted ten steps from the doors of his house. And, counting these steps, he began to dig a hole. Shovel.
So he dug a hole. And he put a wooden box in this hole in which his various things were located - skates, an hatchet, a small hand saw, a folding pocket knife, a porcelain bunny and other small objects.
He put this box in the pit. He fell asleep with earth. I trampled underfoot. And in addition, he threw a yellow sand from above, so that it would be imperceptible that there was a pit and something was lying in the pit.
Now I will explain to you why Kolya buried his things so necessary for him in the ground.
He went to the city of Kazan with his mother and grandmother. Because the Nazis were advancing then. And they came very close to their village. And all the inhabitants hastily began to leave.
And, therefore, Kolya with his mother and grandmother also decided to leave.
And of course you cannot take all things with you. And for this reason, mom put some things in the chest and buried in the ground so that the Nazis would not get it.
Mom counted thirty steps from the door of the house. And there a trunk buried.
She counted thirty steps in order to know the place where she was buried. Do not tear the whole yard, then to look for this chest. One has only to count thirty steps towards the garden, and the chest will be immediately found when the Nazis are expelled from the village.
And mom buried a chest thirty steps from the door. And Kolya, who knew how to count to ten, counted ten steps. And there he buried his box.
And on the same day, mom, grandmother and Kolya left for the city of Kazan. And in this city they lived for almost four years. And there Kolya grew up, began to go to school. And I learned to count to a hundred or more.
And finally it became known that the Nazis were expelled from the village where Kolya lived at one time. And not only from that village, but in general they were expelled from our land. And then Kolya with his mother and grandmother returned to their native places.
But finally, Kolya is at home. The house is intact, but, of course, a little destroyed. And all the things that remained in the house disappeared. The Nazis stole them. But mom said: “It's nothing. We still have many things buried in the ground. "
And with these words, my mother counted thirty steps and began to dig a shovel. And soon she was convinced that the chest was there. And then Kolya said to his mother:
“That's what arithmetic means.” If we had buried a chest just like that, we would not have counted thirty steps, now we would not have known where to dig.
Finally, mom opened the chest. And there everything was intact and in good condition. And things did not even get wet, because an oilcloth was placed on top of the chest. And mother and grandmother were so pleased that these things were preserved that they even sang a song: “The month is shining, the light is shining”.
And then Kolya, in turn, took a shovel, counted ten steps and said to the neighboring guys who gathered around him:
- If I buried my things just where I got it, I wouldn’t count ten steps, now I wouldn’t even know where they are?