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Excursion (author BV Emelyanov)

introduction

1. Fundamentals Excursion

2. guided technique

3. Professional skills guide

Tunisia (author Danielle shetar Friedrich chum)

In the Sikhote-Alin (author VK Arseniev)

 From the author
 Cupid in the lower
 Up anyuyu
 Pass
 Lighthouse
 Orochi
 Along the coast in boats
 On the river Samarga
 Anxiety
 Owl fisher
 Hunting
 Blizzard
 On mountain rivers
 Reverse pass through the Sikhote-Alin
 Again by the sea
 Three coffins
 Tornado near the mouth of the river Tumnin
 Whale-temu
 Snake wedding
 Hawk and Hare
 Fight eagle in the air
 Rookery
 Hunting for moose
 Owl nest
 Cape syurkum
 Winter hike along the river Khungari
Michail bulgakov. the heart of a dog

Mikhail bulgakov. the master and margarita

Charlotte bronte. jane eyre

F. scott fitzgerald / the great gatsby

Jerome klapka jerome / three men in a boat


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          Hawk and Hare

Hawk and Hare

In the evening the weather began to deteriorate, and in the morning the sky is covered with gray clouds. Yesterday they were still on top of the highest hills, and now went down. Heavy, shaggy, they moved off to the south-west, climbed the gully, enveloping capes and left in the field of view of only the foot of the mountains. Clouds crept slowly into the gloom enveloping the earth's surface. Under dark skies, and in the silence reigned in nature, to feel the strain, which was about to break out a brutal storm. It seemed as if the air disaster waited only for an opportunity to come down all the forces on the ground, but some other force to disturb them, and because the sky so overcast and threatened rain.

Fearing that the rain will be lengthy and will have to sit in a tent, both under arrest, I decided, yet dry, walk around the surrounding area, not far from leaving the bivouac. I went down the path trodden bear, but soon lost it, then I went to the nearby hills of virgin.

Perched on top of one of them, I saw the pass long gentle slope, covered by vegetation and shrub alders on cleavage, served to drain rainwater. Left in the form of a long wall stretches gear collapsed ridge, the terms of the granite cliffs, and on the right - a broad valley through which the river meandered, and behind it was a gloomy spruce-fir forest. I went to half a mile, and was about to turn back when something flashed in the distance, and low to the ground, then again, again, and after that I saw some kind of a small bird of prey, which flew low to the ground and, apparently someone pursued. I made such a conclusion because feathered predator flew not directly, but in zigzags. Almost at the same time I saw a rabbit, who raced with fear, not looking where: on the grass, past the bushes and on the bare bald patches, completely devoid of vegetation. When the hare drew level with me, winged thief darted forward and stretched out as far as possible one paw, she deftly grabbed the victim, but was not able to pick it up in the air. That did not stop the hare, and he ran on, dragging his enemy. Bird of prey with wings trying to keep the animal, but that she could not. Then she said, not letting go of the left paw of their prey, right on the run began to grasp at anything that came along the way: for overwintering plants stems and dry grass, and so on. But they were broken off, and the hare with his strange rider raced back on. But here on the way was alder. As they drew level with bushes, feathered predator deftly grabbed him. Bird legs stretched, the left kept a rabbit behind his back, and his right hand clutched the rhizome. Hare stretched and squealed. Then the hawk, I'm now able to consider it well, pulled the animal to the alder and gave him two strong blow on the head with its beak. Hare trembled. Soon, life has left him. Only now predator released root and both feet climbed on his victim. He looked back, straightened his tail, looked again, and then flapped its wings and rose into the air. The hawk flew to

the woods with his prey. Two crows flew immediately behind him. They knew that after breakfast and hawk them something perepadet. In birds, crows played the role of jackals. Just like the latter, they are scavengers and the remnants of the meal effective predators.


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