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Toropygin Vladimir Vasilievich

Karen Brooks

Generous gift of fate

At the age of fourteen, Margot decided that she would become a movie star. And then Rey, who was in the last year of their school, would certainly pay attention to her. After all, movie screens, and the pages of newspapers and illustrated magazines - all this will be at her disposal. Wherever he looks, there she is. Well, how can you not notice?

Alas, dreams remained dreams, Margot did not become a movie star, she lived, as before, with her parents in Greentown, Illinois. But Ray, having left his hometown after school, succeeded. He graduated from Harvard with a Bachelor of Arts degree and became a well-known journalist in New York specializing in women's fashion issues. The largest fashion houses and manufacturers of women's clothing listened to his opinion regarding the length of skirts, the height of heels or the color of tights. The press wrote about him every now and then, and numerous fans were ready to ask or even beg for at least the slightest sign of attention from him. But no... He remained a bachelor, apparently in no hurry to tie the knot. His heart was not occupied, although there was talk that he supposedly had some kind of passion... But these were just rumors.

Having once studied at the same school as Margot, he made friends with girls of his own age and simply had no idea that some girl from the lower classes was sighing for his long eyelashes and searing black eyes.

In adulthood, Margot never met her idol again. But the fire of love in her soul, without growing into a dangerous raging flame, burned and fluctuated like a candle in the wind. It was quite enough for her to at least sometimes read his articles published in glossy magazines, which she looked through from time to time in the half-empty room of the city library, or come across short materials about him in the programs of a local TV channel.

Hi Alex! - said Margot, waving an elegant handbag and coquettishly straightening her hair.

Hello! - responded her neighbor, a tall man with an athletic figure, with gray hair showing slightly at his temples. He slowly walked up to the fence. - How are you?

Great! Imagine, today we found a black kitten on our doorstep. So funny! Do you want me to give it to you? - And she turned back to the house, but Alex Falcon stopped her.

No need for now, I'll look later. Would you rather tell me how you are doing at work?

Well... - Margot hesitated, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. - In general, everything is fine. There is only one circumstance.

Which one? - the neighbor became wary, bowing his head in anticipation of an answer.

Margot became even more embarrassed.

“Yeah, nothing special,” she muttered. - I'll tell you later, okay? I'm running away now.

Alex muttered something dissatisfied in his mustache, looked at her for a long time and continued to stand until she disappeared, turning onto another street. Then he dejectedly entered the house.

And Margot was already in a hurry along Main Road to the bookstore, where she was to spend another working day. And her face, to the surprise of passers-by who involuntarily paid attention to her, shone with joy and hope. The fact is that yesterday, out of the blue, Ray Davison suddenly stopped by their store! That was incredible! This is something she couldn’t imagine... Simply miracles, and that’s all! And so Margot decided that such a significant event could be repeated today.

Yesterday he appeared at the door like the ghost of her dreams. However, what a ghost there is! Lively, impetuous, but not at all fussy, elegant, as if straight from the cover of a fashion magazine, inaccessible Ray Davison...

Margot was sitting at a table near the cash register; people were walking around the hall between stands and shelves with books. Few of them bought anything. They looked more and more at the spines of the publications, from time to time removing one book or another from the shelf, flipping through the pages, choosing... Seeing Ray, Margot even jumped up in surprise, but immediately sat down, realizing that she was behaving ridiculously. He walked to the back of the hall, stopped at a stand with products from a local publishing house and began browsing through them. Then he went straight to her and asked:

Yes, sure! “Margot clumsily rushed to the racks with periodicals, found the desired magazine, while newspapers fell from her hands, which Ray immediately began to pick up... “Here,” she said, blushing with embarrassment, and handed him the last issue of “Lady.”

Is this him? - Ray asked, clearly interested in the beautifully designed publication, and took the magazine. At the same time, his fingers touched her arm, and Margot shuddered. “Don’t be afraid,” he smiled triumphantly. - I won't eat you. Would you like me to give you an autograph?

No, thank you... I mean, yes! And this magazine, by the way, is always in great demand among us.

Okay, I'll take it. What is the price?

She named the price. Ray paid and left. I wonder if he came to visit relatives or returned at all? But what should he do here after such great success in New York? In any case, while the man of her dreams is in town, she has a chance to make him pay attention to her.

During her lunch break, Margot stopped by Greta Snyders' pharmacy, located a block from the bookstore. In addition to selling medicines, hygiene products, as well as ice cream, Coca-Cola, chewing gum, tea and sandwiches, this establishment successfully competed with local reporters in collecting city news. Sixty-year-old Mrs. Snyders was friends with a good half of the housewives of Greentown, who often dropped in to drink tea and gossip. Having entrusted the customers to the care of the seller and the pharmacist, the pharmacist retired with another friend to the far end of the trading floor, where there were tables and they could calmly discuss the burning problems and events of the day.

Hi dear! - she met Margot. - What happened to you? You don't have a face! What's happened? Is there an earthquake in Illinois?

No, I just sold the magazine to one guy for the wrong price and now I need to return his money. “He overpaid,” Margot thought up on the fly and marveled at her resourcefulness. After all, she always tried to be correct and truthful.

Are you going to look for him? Who is he?

He seems to be passing through here.

Then remember what your name was! Don't worry, honest soul! Better have some tea and listen to what happened this afternoon.

Mrs. Snyders' appearance indicated that she possessed truly new, and most importantly, valuable information. Margot was ready to give her hand to cut off that the pharmacist would tell her what she already knew about without her.

Greentown will now hit TV screens! - Greta said with her usual aplomb and, like a hunter of game, began to wait for Margot’s reaction to her message.

I'm sorry, what? - Margo asked in surprise.

The pharmacist took a sip from her cup and straightened up triumphantly.

You see, given your feelings, I'm afraid to tell you about this, but I have to. - She pretended to sigh. - Ray Davison has arrived in Greentown!

There was a long pause. Any actress knows where and how much she needs to endure. And what was now required of Margot was acting qualities. Yes, she knew perfectly well that Ray had arrived. But her task was to find out the details. For example, how long will he stay here and what is he going to do in their city? Based on these data, she could act more accurately further.

So, Margot froze, blushed and demonstrated quite plausibly that the news had literally paralyzed her and left her speechless.

Mrs. Snyders, delighted with the effect produced, beamed and chewed her sandwich vigorously, the pink apples of her cheeks swelling.

How do you like it? I didn't really surprise you?

Of course, but... - Margot faltered and only then decided to start drinking tea.

Well, my dear, you can’t suffer so much for a guy you hardly know. He may turn out to be completely different from what you imagine him to be. - Greta never missed an opportunity to give practical advice. - Believe me, all men must be viewed from a very close distance.

I'm not suffering at all! “How many years have passed already,” Margot laughed, although she was not laughing at all. “I just don’t understand what a man like Ray forgot here in Greentown!” It seems he married that person, what’s her name?

Well, I have to go, thanks for the news,” Margot stood up. - It is very important for me.

Okay, okay... Always ready to help. If you want to know anything, stop by. I'll tell you everything I know about. Bye!

And Margo hurried to the store.

The day flew by unnoticed. Ray didn't appear again. Margot was thoughtful and, remaining alone in the hall, several times went up to the large mirror hanging at the entrance, looked at herself and sighed.

She couldn't be called a beauty. Her cropped brown hair made her look like a sparrow. She never corrected her short stature with trousers and high heels, but wore a long skirt and boots. Margot hardly ever thought seriously about her appearance. She had a good voice, she sang and played the guitar beautifully, and could dance anything in country style. Her disposition was quite calm. To the delight of her old parents, she was a homely person, spending a lot of time at home, working in the garden...

And now she suddenly wanted to change, to become completely different. The reason for this was the accidental appearance of the famous Ray Davison in a bookstore.

Hello! - Alex Falcon called out to her from the terrace of his house. - How's trade? How did your book finish?

Margo smiled:

Everything is fine, and from today it will be even better.

How's that? - Alex folded the newspaper he was looking through. Genuine curiosity shone in his eyes.

You will not believe! - Margot walked through the gate in the fence separating their areas.

“Sit down and tell me,” the neighbor invited.

Margo settled comfortably in the rocking chair and spoke. Alex Falcon fell in love with her. How often she danced in the spirit of the first settlers at his parties, while he and his nephews accompanied them on banjos and guitars. Alex himself sometimes wanted to jump up and dance, hugging her thin waist. Margot was as graceful as a Japanese figurine.

However, he never allowed himself anything unnecessary, but simply admired her and patronized her endeavors. After all, she worked in his store. In addition, Alex Falcon promised to publish her mini-brochure “Home and Garden” and even published a short novel “The Gypsy and the Emerald.”

Mr. Falcon looked at her silently. He thought about how Margot reacted to the appearance of this guy. It had long been clear to him that Margot deserved a better life. And Rey may be her real chance. And the man, reluctantly, made a difficult decision for himself.

He gently took Margot's hand. Such a trusting and reassuring gesture surprised her and made her look at Falcon as if for the first time. Yes, there could be no mistake, she saw compassion and love in Alex’s eyes. Moreover, the latter stunned and confused her.

You know, what you said is not news to me. The fact is that today this Ray already came to my publishing house with a rather bold business proposal. Don't be surprised, I signed a contract with him. Now it is he who is the editor-in-chief of the women's magazine instead of Somerset Hoggins, who decided to join the BMB company, headed by his son.

Margot's eyes lit up with hope.

So does that mean he's here to stay? And will he work for the magazine? This is true?

Oh, girl, you don’t even want to hide your joy when you hear about it! - Alex smiled.

Should it be hidden?

And Margot laughed merrily. How funny this Mr. Falcon is, he always makes her laugh!

She stroked his hand. And Alex barely restrained himself from at least kissing her on the cheek in response.

Yes, he gets to work immediately. By the way, I have one great idea. If you help, we will make it come true. But for this I need to know something. - And he looked seriously into her eyes.

The forty-year-old man's gaze was full of unspoken love and passion. But Margot didn’t notice this.

Ask.

Do you really want Ray Davison? Do you know this well?

I was sure of this even at the age of twelve! - Margot exclaimed hotly and squeezed Alex’s hand even tighter.

Okay, then I'll help you. What a woman wants, God wants, as one poet said. We will work on this project. Just listen to me, okay?

Yes,” Margot nodded, not realizing to herself that she was ready to follow Alex to the ends of the earth.

Now I believe, and tomorrow you and I will begin to take the first steps to conquer Ray Davison. For now, let's go home. Both you and I need to gather our strength and thoughts. Tomorrow at seven in the morning I’ll wait for you at the gate. We'll start the day with a morning run.

Yes, my general! - Margot jumped up, saluted like a recruit, and, kissing him goodbye on the cheek, ran home.

Alex sighed sadly as he smelled the fresh scent of her hair. They smelled of sweet apples and jasmine. With a heavy heart, he stood for a moment at the railing of the terrace, turned and entered the house. His steps echoed loudly on the parquet floor, and on the table in the living room lay a fresh newspaper with a scandalous article about Rhea, which Margot, apparently, had not yet read.

At night, Margot dreamed that she was walking along some dark corridors, looking for something important, mysterious, on which her fate and life depended. And she found herself in a huge illuminated hall, where the entire space of one wall was occupied by a certain painting in gray-green, malachite tones. As Margo peered at it, the picture began to come to life, and she was surprised to realize that this was exactly what she needed to find.

But then the painting disappeared along with the wall, and she crossed the threshold of the temple. A soft light streamed from somewhere above, creating a feeling of bliss. Margot saw and understood that she was allowed to go where the path had previously been closed to her. There were other people around, but this action was arranged especially for her. The Holy of Holies is a temple, a revelation from above... Margo listened for some time to the voice of the priest quoting lines from Holy Scripture, and seemed to connect with what she had been looking for and waiting for so long. Then everything started to change again and turned into a gray-green painting with flat figures on the canvas. And Margot stood in front of her again...

When she woke up, she did not know how to interpret her dream. She believed in one thing - the temple that she dreamed of existed in her soul. And if it’s difficult for her, she will remember him, and this will pour new strength into her. Now Margaret believed that she could change a lot in her life.

First, I had to force myself to do at least a morning jog. Today Alex helped her with this.

So how? - he asked as they ran along the cinder path of the school stadium. -Are you tired yet?

Not yet,” answered Margot, who was breathing heavily. She wasn't going to give up.

After jogging and exercising, they went home. On the way, Alex suddenly told her about his new idea:

Starting tomorrow, Maggie, we will go shopping with you and work on your new image. - And patted her on the shoulder.

She raised her head and said:

What more! I look fine!

Do you really think so? - he chuckled and looked at her appraisingly.

Yes, that's exactly what I think! - Margot answered offendedly. - I have nothing to change!

And someone just recently promised to obey me... However, if you don’t trust me, go to your handsome Ray and ask what he himself thinks about this. Maybe this professional will be lenient and give you at least one glance. In general, my advice to you is: take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Bye! See you tomorrow at seven.

Margot walked into her house with her head held high, without answering Alex. I, too, found a connoisseur of female beauty. To spite him, she won’t look in any mirror! However, Margot couldn’t resist and, of course, looked into it when she found herself in the hallway. And what? A certain young lady, short-haired, pale and stooped, looked at her from the mirror. And there’s nothing to say about clothes. Unfortunately, Alex was right. She will have to take care of her appearance. With these thoughts, she went to work.

At lunchtime her friend Constance came to see her.

Listen, Margot,” she said from the doorway, “has the news about Ray reached you?

Of course, he returned, and now he will publish a women's magazine with us.

So, how do you like it? - Constance sat down on the table without further ado.

I'll get a job in his editorial office, that's what!

You? Who will receive you?

They will accept. The main thing would be desire. And I have it. You know, when I saw Ray, I realized: he is everything to me! Look, there's no time to chat right now, but I'm free after five. Come in, let's walk and talk.

And Constance left the store.

The girls have been friends since school. Constance, unlike Margot, was always surrounded by a bunch of admirers. She had an attractive appearance: wavy brown hair, gray eyes, a good figure and, moreover, a simple and good-natured character. But so far she also could not choose a groom.

Why is there all this sudden pandemonium? - Margot was surprised.

A traveling circus has arrived. Jugglers, magicians, acrobats and even a fortune teller. - Constance grinned and added, smiling mischievously: - Do you want to go there? Maybe we'll meet your beloved Ray?

Let's go to. Plus there are also attractions!

And they turned towards the motley crowd, buzzing with voices and exploding with laughter. Multi-colored tents and tents appeared from behind the trees, whose branches were decorated with light bulbs. Music was playing, carousels were spinning, and roller coaster cars were rushing up and down the rails. Those wishing to get into the mirror maze, the rooms of laughter and horror, as well as the “Your Past and Future” attraction stood in a long line.

Let’s come here,” Margot whispered with a mysterious look when they reached the dark blue tent of the attraction with gold stars. - I want to know my future.

And then, as if having heard her words, throwing back the tent flap, an old gypsy woman came out with massive gold rings in her ears and a deck of cards in her hands, which she quickly and without looking, shuffled. Her face was crisscrossed with wrinkles, her black eyes looked piercingly and seemed to penetrate into her very soul. She was clearly once a beauty. But now her brightly painted lips, penciled eyebrows and gray skin tone gave her face an intimidating look. It’s like a dead man from the grave, Margot thought.

The gypsy, looking at the girls, beckoned them. The friends looked at each other silently. Margot came up first.

Are you guessing? - she asked.

Yes, dear,” the old woman creaked. - Don't be afraid, come in without waiting in line. I already see your fate, I just need to clarify the details of the glass ball. Come in, and let your friend wait. Her fate is much simpler.

And the gypsy, letting her client through the door, followed. Constance began to wait excitedly.

Finding herself in a dimly lit room, Margot saw a table on which a crystal ball shone, shimmering in different colors. She looked at the old woman with concern.

“Sit down, don’t be afraid,” the gypsy encouraged her. - Let's see what we have here? - And she began to peer intently into the ball. “I see, I see,” she sang drawn out, and goosebumps ran down Margot’s spine. Out of excitement, she could not utter a word and mentally scolded herself for agreeing to enter here. - You are not who you say you are, you are different. A handsome dark-haired man from these parts holds your heart captive. But there is a person very close to you and a patron who will help you in everything. Remember, your talisman will be an emerald. If you want happiness, then get it only through your own efforts. Don't look for benefits, look for love, which may not be where you think. All! - the gypsy suddenly exclaimed and leaned back in her chair. At the same moment, the ball dimmed and light flashed in the room.

Not Rhea, I hope? - Margot was wary.

Yes, and his family. And I heard this, this! You won't believe it!

You know, let’s have coffee and chat,” Margo interrupted her.

They went onto the veranda of the summer cafe and, sitting down at a distant table in the corner, ordered a cup of coffee.

Carried away by the conversation, the friends did not notice that Alex Falcon, who was sitting across the table from them, was carefully listening to their conversation.

This morning was not a pleasant one for Ray. As soon as the servants pulled back the heavy curtains, letting sunlight into the room, Mrs. Davison was heard coughing frequently, more like a nervous tic.

My dear, how are you going to get rid of journalists? After all, the fact that you have now settled here is not a guarantee that they will leave you alone,” his mother, a lady of about fifty-five in a satin robe and with gray curls, asked the not yet fully awakened Ray.

Ray, can I work with you? Oh please! I can be a secretary, right?

There is already a contender for this place. It was recommended to me by the head of the publishing house himself. So while you're at it, study.

What a bore, me too! - the sister muttered with resentment and left.

After having breakfast alone, Ray went to the magazine's editorial office.

There, a young lady in a light beige trouser suit, short hair and almost no makeup was already waiting for him, sitting in a chair at the table. Seeing the editor-in-chief enter, she stood up and introduced herself:

Good morning Mr Davison! I'm Margaret Graham. Alex Falcon recommended me for the position of assistant secretary.

Ray greeted her and invited her to sit down. A short interview followed, as Alex's recommendation worked flawlessly. However, Margot had to make a lot of effort not to be embarrassed, to answer questions clearly and dispassionately, without betraying her feelings in any way. It must be said that she received great support and serious guidance from Ray himself. The editor-in-chief was businesslike, reserved and perceived the new secretary as just a faceless addition to his office, nothing more.

Well, register with the personnel department and begin your duties,” he finally said.

Margot got to work on the same day, and a week later she was already completely accustomed to the new place. She typed letters, kept documentation, answered questions from visitors who came to the office.

The day before Margot arrived at the office, she and Alex nevertheless made an attempt to change her image. In one of the most expensive stores in the city, a caring neighbor forced Margot to try on the clothes that she herself would like to see on herself. And she, without thinking twice, chose a long, spacious skirt and a wide blouse with long sleeves and a closed collar. Having put all this on, Margot was so upset that she almost burst into tears in front of the saleswoman.

Alex fixed the matter immediately. He asked the consultant to bring several elegant things, including a greenish pantsuit and a white top. When choosing shoes, I settled on dark green stilettos and classic black pumps. Having changed her clothes right there in the store, Margot looked at herself in the mirror and realized that she only needed makeup, and something else small, to completely transform herself and become the girl that Rey would undoubtedly want to meet.

Take another handbag that matches your shoes,” the saleswoman advised. - And it would also be a good combination of the whole ensemble with long curls.

The handbag was purchased without reservation. And regarding the long curls, Margot spoke out when they left the store:

Let him advise his friends! It's rude of her!

Indicate one-part sentences.

How is the main member expressed in them?

Identify the character in these sentences based on the form of the verb and the meaning of the ending.

In February

I leave the house early in the morning. I notice bluish icicles under the roofs. And take a closer look at the snow! It is either golden-pinkish in the rays of the rising sun, or deep blue in the shadows. Now let's look into the forest. He's already coming to life a little. Stop, listen...

184. Underline the main member of definite-personal sentences. How is it expressed? Highlight the ending of the verb. Which person does the verb form indicate? Indicate the grammatical basics of two-part and one-part sentences. Write by placing separating commas between homogeneous members and emphasizing commas to isolate participial phrases and to highlight simple sentences within complex ones.

In the region where I grew up, there are many customs that the people value and are proud of (?) and which truly constitute the charm of their soul and character.

One day, together with a friend, I went to my native place. We got off the train. We walk along the platform. To the surprise of my companion, I begin to greet everyone who comes my way. I cordially greet the old woman sitting surrounded by trunks and teapots, the porter walking along the platform in a white apron, the little girl quickly mincing somewhere past us with a heavy basket. I really like(?) this ancient custom. You walk along the road and only have time to respond to the greetings rushing towards you from all sides.

(According to V. Telpugov)

185. The sentences below are taken from A. Pushkin’s drama “Boris Godunov”. Determine the type of one-part sentences. Rewrite using missing punctuation marks. Underline the main member of one-part sentences. How is it expressed? Highlight the ending of the verb. Which person does the verb form indicate? Is a monologue or line of dialogue reproduced in this passage?

Learn my son: science reduces
We experience the quick..t..tabernacles of life.. .
The prince may know
What does Prince Shuisky know. Speak.
No, Shuisky (not) swear
But answer: was it the prince?
Listen, prince: take action this very hour.
What(b) is Russia fenced off from Lithuania...
Think, prince. I offer mercy...

186. First write down definite personal sentences in which the main member is expressed by a verb in the 2nd person singular of the indicative mood, then those in which the main member is expressed by a verb in the 2nd person singular of the imperative mood. Why, in your opinion, are definite personal sentences so widely used in proverbs and sayings? Select 2-3 proverbs or sayings that are definitely personal sentences.

1. (not) throw out the words from the song. 2. Take care of your honor from a young age. 3. The song (not) feeds the horse. 4. (Don’t) put your fingers in your mouth. 5. You (not) please everyone. 6. The thing is (not) replaced with a word..sh. 7. You can’t (not) untie the knot with one hand. 8. Stand up for the truth. 9. Perish yourself, but help your comrade.

187. Restore the author’s text by eliminating the pronoun I from all sentences except the first. What type of sentences did you get after eliminating the pronoun? How has the text changed: has the narrative become more dynamic? What is the attention of the author and reader focused on - on the face or on the action? Copy the restored author's text, adding missing commas.

As the generous attention of fate, I accept the secondary flowering of the greenery and the first mushrooms in the yellow grasses. I stand under the sun, under the slanting ray, and for a long time, with the surprise of a child, I watch the flights of thin webs in the sparkling trembling of the dew. I’m walking through a dried-up spruce hillock, and ahead, above the lake, above the steep, heavy clouds are rolling(?) over.

(V. Toropygin)

188. Compose the text. Describe your memories and experiences so that the action or state can be attributed to any, i.e. generalized, person. In such a description, definitely personal sentences are appropriate, in which the main member is expressed by a verb in the form of the 2nd person present (future) singular. Choose, for example, one of the topics: “At the stadium, at the match of your favorite team,” “On the eve of a birthday,” “Before the first concert,” etc.

189. Dictation. Highlight the endings of the verbs that express the predicates in definite-personal sentences.

Please note that subordinate clauses connected by a single conjunction and are not separated by a comma, like homogeneous members!

The spring night stood over the mountains, over the forest, over the river. I love nights like this, when you breathe so easily and freely. You feel how you come to life together with nature and how something so good, cheerful, and happy accumulates in your soul.

(According to D. Mamin-Sibiryak)

Indicate one-part sentences.

How is the main member expressed in them?

Identify the character in these sentences based on the form of the verb and the meaning of the ending.

In February

In the region where I grew up, there are many customs that the people value and are proud of (?) and which truly constitute the charm of their soul and character.

(According to V. Telpugov)

Learn my son: science reduces
We experience the quick..t..tabernacles of life.. .
The prince may know
What does Prince Shuisky know. Speak.
No, Shuisky (not) swear
But answer: was it the prince?
Listen, prince: take action this very hour.
What(b) is Russia fenced off from Lithuania...
Think, prince. I offer mercy...

(V. Toropygin)

189. Dictation. Highlight the endings of the verbs that express the predicates in definite-personal sentences.

Please note that subordinate clauses connected by a single conjunction and are not separated by a comma, like homogeneous members!

(According to D. Mamin-Sibiryak)

Topic: “Definitely - personal sentences” Lesson plan: 1. What is the difference between one-part sentences and two-part ones? 2. What are the signs of a definitely personal proposal? 3. Why are sentences with a predicate - a verb in the past tense - not definitely personal? 4. Definitely synonymous – personal sentences and two-part sentences with a lexically expressed pronoun as the subject. 5. Using definitely - personal sentences in speech styles.

DEFINITELY A PERSONAL SUGGESTION I remember the bread of the first harvest. We're leaving for sea tomorrow. Will you come home? Will you take the essentials? Don't forget the book! Try! 1st or 2nd person Indicative mood (present or future tense) Unit. or more numbers 2nd person Imperative mood Unit. or more numbers

As the generous attention of fate, I accept, when I leave the village, the secondary flowering of the rose hips and the first mushrooms in the yellow grasses. I'm standing under the sun, under the slanting ray. And for a long time, with the surprise of a child, I watch the flights of thin cobwebs in the sparkling trembling of the dew. V. Toropygin

CONCLUSION: DEFINITELY - PERSONAL SENTENCES - 1) these are one-part sentences with a predicate verb in the form of 1st and 2nd person, expressing the direction of present and future time singular and plural; 2) they have no past tense; 3) they can be replaced with synonymous two-part sentences; 4) they make the narrative easier, more dynamic, and help avoid repetition 5) they dominate the artistic style of speech.

Editorial board of the magazine "Aurora". !974 year. In the center is Vladimir Toropygin.

Years of life: 1928-1980.

Mentioned in Army letters to his father in the book “Sergei Dovlatov: creativity, personality,
fate" (Compiled by A. Yu. Aryev. - St. Petersburg: "Zvezda", 1999).

Source: http://www.russianlife.nl/dom_tvorchestva_memuari_1a.htm
We remembered Vladimir Vasilyevich Toropygin, who was still alive then, a dear, kind, selfless man. In Valdai, in a remote village, in the evening by a kerosene lamp, I heard his stories on the radio and remembered his last name; years later, on someone’s benevolent recommendation, she approached him on the platform between the two upper floors of the Writers’ House and asked to attend the North-West seminar. He took. The seminar was conducted by Toropygin, Rubashkin, Receptor. For me it was a baptism of fire, I am grateful to them all. And the stories of Vladimir Toropygin ring for me among the hot Valdai haystacks and cornflower fields; Sosnorovskaya secret moon, dawn fog, magical frogs. In that village, according to ancient rules, birch trees lined the only main road, and rotten bibles grew moldy in the huts... I visited Toropygin at home, even before my illness. He gave me all his time, although he probably already understood that he was dying.

At the conference, they spent a long time “dissecting” Olga Semchenko, who was then writing poetry (later Florenskaya, from “Mitki”). The main criticism was the lack of realities (place and time): then it was even considered dangerous to write abstractly, without reference. Young and quick Kolya Gudanets got excited and cleverly parried; we became friends (a few years later Kolya returned from a trip to Israel to the most honest and serious Natasha Rudina and said sadly: “It’s stupid to change one emigration - Riga, where I’ve lived all my life, for another. I love lying on the sofa with a book, abroad like this It won’t work.” - Kolya returned...) After the seminar we were published, I was lucky too - for “Literary Russia”, for a strange fee of 9 rubles 5 kopecks (per point?) Around the same time, Vladimir Vasilyevich was kicked out of the magazine. Leningrad was noisy, however, as always, indifferently. And soon I met Rubashkin, and he was the first to say: this is the end. I didn’t see Toropygin for more than a week... Then I came to the Writers’ House; Imported writer's soles were carrying needles across all floors (I wrote poems - “a dove pecks at the pine needles”... Pecked at the cemetery).

Source: http://gorchev.lib.ru/ik/stihi/Razdel_1g.html
Alexander Sharymov (also, by the way, our graduate)
Guitar Galich

This poem, written for the 65th anniversary of Alexei Petrovich Samoilov, is based on a real fact that took place in the editorial office of the St. Petersburg magazine "Aurora", where we worked, in the mid-70s of the last century.

"Aurora" Okudzhav intended
Print. And our beloved bard
I arrived in St. Petersburg - and then confidently
We came to the main one: “Where is Bulat?
Let him come and sing." And Toropygin told us
He said: “I don’t have a guitar - that’s the question.”
- “I’ll bring it,” Petrovich unexpectedly,
He answered with a grin and brought it:

I cautiously took the damask chord for testing -
And a smile bloomed on his lips:
"I see that it is in the hands of the master,
This guitar was amazing, it was: "
And looking to the side, as if absent-mindedly,
Petrovich Okudzhava answered:
"Her Benyash, Raisa Moiseevna,
Before leaving, Galich said: "
Bulat was silent. He played so softly,
Squeezing the sensitive neck in thin fingers,
Nodding to Petrovich with Toropygin,
It's like having a full conversation with someone.
Then he started singing - and there was something in that song
From a thought that barely appears,
When the motive, flying like a ladder of notes,
Someone dictates the necessary words.
Songs sounded - and simple ones, it seemed,
But something is squeezing your throat.
And the Solovyovs - Lenochka and Volodya -
They wrote them on tape for the Gebe:

A hundred years have passed since that former incident -
And the number of those listeners thinned out.
Benyash left. And Galich disappeared.
And Toropygin is in trouble. And Bulat.
But we are alive! - and what happened just now,
Not yet completely hidden in the darkness:
Galich's guitar still sounds, sounds -
And it torments our souls and hearts:

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1 Alexander Arkadyevich Galich (1918-77) - playwright, poet and performer of original songs. Since 1974 he lived in France.
2 Vladimir Vasilyevich Toropygin (1928-80) - poet and prose writer, editor-in-chief of the magazines "Koster" and "Aurora".
3 Raisa Moiseevna Benyash (1914-86) - theater critic and writer.
4 “Solovievs” - Elena Konstantinovna Klepikova, then an employee of Aurora, and Vladimir Isaakovich Solovyov (1942), literary critic.