Out the back of the new house, between the picket fence and a sheet of tin, Kylie found an egg. Her mother and Philip were inside. She heard them arguing and wished she still lived with her father. The yard was long and excitingly littered with fallen grapevines, a shed, lengths of timber and wire, and twitching shadows from big trees. It wasn't a new house, but it was new to her. She had been exploring the yard. The egg was white and warm-looking in its nest of dirt and down. Reaching in, she picked it up and found that it was warm. She looked back at the house. No one was watching. Something rose in her chest: now she knew what it was to have a secret.
At dinner her mother and Philip spoke quietly to one another and drank from the bottle she was only allowed to look at. Her mother was a tall woman with short hair like a boy. One of her front teeth had gone brown and it made Kylie wonder. She knew that Philip was Mum's new husband, only they weren't married. He smelt of cigarettes and moustache hairs. Kylie thought his feet were the shape of pasties.
When everything on her plate was gone, Kylie left the table. Because the loungeroom was a jungle of boxes and crates inside one of which was the TV, she went straight to her new room. She thought about the egg as she lay in bed. She was thinking about it when she fell asleep.
Next day, Kylie got up onto the fence and crabbed all around it looking into the neighbours' yards. The people behind had a little tin shed and a wired-up run against the fence in which hens and a puff-chested little rooster pecked and picked and scruff led. So, she thought, balanced on the splintery grey fence, that's where the egg comes from. She climbed down and checked behind the sheet of tin and found the egg safe but cold.
Later, she climbed one of the big trees in the yard, right up, from where she could observe the hens and the rooster next door. They were fat, white birds with big red combs and bright eyes. They clucked and preened and ruffled and Kylie grew to like them. She was angry when the piebald rooster beat them down to the ground and jumped on their backs, pecking and twisting their necks. All his colours were angry colours; he looked mean.
Inside the house Mum and Philip laughed or shouted and reminded her that Dad didn't live with them any more. It was good to have a secret from them, good to be the owner of something precious. Philip laughed at the things she said. Her mother only listened to her with a smile that said you don't know a single true thing.
Sometime in the afternoon, after shopping with her mother, Kylie found a second egg in the place between the fence and the tin. She saw, too, a flash of white beneath a mound of vine cuttings in the corner of the yard. She climbed her tree and waited. A hen, thinner and more raggedy than the others, emerged. She had a bloody comb and a furtive way of pecking the ground alertly and moving in nervous bursts. For some time, she poked and scratched about, fossicking snails and slugs out of the long grass, until Kylie saw her move across to the piece of tin and disappear.
Each day Kylie saw another egg added to the nest up the back. She saw the raggedy hen pecked and chased and kicked by the others next door, saw her slip between the pickets to escape.The secret became bigger every day.The holidays stretched on. Philip and her mother left her alone. She was happy. She sat on the fence, sharing the secret with the hen.
When they had first moved into this house on the leafy, quiet street,Philip had shown Kylie and her mother the round, galvanized tin cover of the bore well in the back of the yard. The sun winked off it in the morning. Philip said it was thirty-six feet deep and very dangerous. Kylie was forbidden to lift the lid. It was off-limits. She was fascinated by it. Some afternoons she sat out under the grapevines with her photo album, turning pages and looking across every now and then at that glinting lid. It couldn't be seen from the back verandah; it was obscured by a banana tree and a leaning brick wall.
In all her photographs, there was not one of her father. He had been the photographer in the family; he took photos of Kylie and her mother, Kylie and her friends, but he was always out of the picture, behind the camera. Sometimes she found herself looking for him in the pictures. Sometimes it was a game for her; at others she didn't realise she was doing it.
Анализ текста
В творчестве художников-передвижников значительное место занимал пейзаж. Мастера с проникновенным лиризмом и теплотой изображали различные уголки русской природы. В пореформенное десятилетие (60-е гг. XIX в.) социальные темы в жизни и живописи были настолько остры, так поглощали внимание художников, что пейзажу, словно не было места. Зато в следующее десятилетие пейзаж выходит на ведущие роли. Начинают активно работать и выставляться 4 крупнейших пейзажиста – А. Саврасов, И. Шишкин, Ф. Васильев и А. Куинджи. Они были разными по возрасту (Саврасов и Шишкин значительно старше), по уровню образования, в живописи каждый шёл своим путём, однако вместе они создали тот образ русской природы, которого до тех пор не существовало не только в искусстве, но даже и в сознании человека. Благодаря им сложился образ России.
Один из родоначальников русского реалистического пейзажа Алексей Кондратьевич Саврасов (1830-1897) родился в Москве в семье купца. Окончив Московское училище живописи, ваяния и зодчества (МУЖВЗ), он уже в 24 года стал членом Академии художеств, а в 26 лет – преподавателем воспитавшего его училища. Обучение в Московском училище велось по той же программе, что и в Петербургской Академии художеств.
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Объяснение:
Корень- закрепление растения в субстрате, всасывания воды с растврренными в ней питательными веществами, у некоторых растений - запас питательных веществ (корнеплоды)
Стебель - поддержание вертикального(в основном) положения в пространстве, проведение от корней к листьям и цветам воды и питательных веществ, растворенных в ней
Лист- основной кормилец растения - получение питательных веществ путем фотосинтеза, эстетическая функция(у декоративно-лисивенных), испарение воды и, таким образом, дыхание растений
Цветок-привлечение насекомых, в результате - переопыления, также испарение влаги