Draw an illustration for the fairy tale the pipe and the jug. The fairy tale of the pipe and the jug - Valentin Kataev

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Strawberries have ripened in the forest.
Dad took the mug, mom took the cup, the girl Zhenya took the jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer. They came to the forest and began to pick berries to see who could pick them first. Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and said:
- Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.
Zhenya wiped the jug with burdock and began to walk.
She walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.
He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on his plate.
- Mom, why do you all have something, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst clearing for me.
- Did you look well?

- Fine. There are not a single berry there, only leaves.
-Have you looked under the leaves?
- I didn’t look.
- Here you see! We need to look.
- Why doesn’t Pavlik look in?
- Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as a strawberry, he doesn’t even need to look, and you’re already a pretty tall girl.
And dad says:
- Berries are tricky. They always hide from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:

“Okay,” said Zhenya. - Thank you, daddy. I will do this.

Zhenya went to her clearing, squatted down, bent down to the very ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries it is visible and invisible. My eyes widen. Zhenya began to pick berries and throw them into a jug. He vomits and says:
- I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.
However, Zhenya soon got tired of squatting.
“I’ve had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”
Zhenya stood up and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Not enough! You have to squat down again. It's nothing you can do.
Zhenya squatted down again, began to pick berries, and said:
- I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there were only eight berries - the bottom was not even closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don’t like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired. I’d better go and look for another clearing.”
Zhenya went through the forest to look for a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but climb into view and ask to be put into the jug.
I walked and walked, didn’t find such a clearing, got tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing better to do, takes berries out of the jug and puts them in his mouth. She ate all eight berries, looked into the empty jug and thought: “What should I do now? If only someone could help me!”
As soon as she thought this, the moss began to move, the grass parted, and a small, strong old man crawled out from under the stump: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
“Hello, girl,” she says.
- Hello, uncle.
- I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Didn't you recognize Al? I am an old boletus grower, a native forester, the main boss over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?
- The berries offended me, grandfather.
- Don't know. They are quiet to me. How did they hurt you?
- They don’t want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired.
The old boletus farmer, a native forest farmer, stroked his gray beard, grinned through his mustache and said:
- Pure nonsense! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as it starts playing, all the berries will appear from under the leaves.

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Zhenya was delighted:
- Grandfather, grandfather, give me this pipe!
- I can’t give it as a gift. Let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
- Fine. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the jug to the old boletus farmer, a native woodsman, took the pipe from him and quickly ran to her clearing. She came running, stood in the middle, and said:

- Play, little pipe.
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind was blowing on them.
First, the youngest curious berries, still completely green, peeked out from under the leaves. Behind them, the heads of older berries poked out - one cheek was pink, the other was white. Then the berries, quite ripe, appeared - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom, old berries appeared, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the entire clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached out to the pipe.
- Play, little pipe, play! - Zhenya screamed. - Play faster!

The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves were no longer visible under them.
But Zhenya did not let up:
- Play, little pipe, play! Play even faster.
The pipe played even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, agile ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly closed its wings like a book; the robin chicks looked out from their light nest, which swayed in the elderberry branches, and opened their yellow mouths in admiration; the mushrooms stood on tiptoe so as not to miss a single sound, and even the old bug-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy character, stopped in the air, deeply delighted with the wonderful music.
“Now I’ll start collecting!” - Zhenya thought and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged the jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put the strawberries.
- Ooh, stupid pipe! - the girl screamed angrily. - I have nowhere to put the berries, and you’ve played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old boletus man, a native forest worker, and said:
- Grandfather, grandpa, give me back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
“Okay,” answers the old boletus, a native forester, “I’ll give you your jug, just give me back my pipe.”
Zhenya gave the old boletus man, the indigenous forest man, his pipe, took her jug and quickly ran back to the clearing.
I came running, and not a single berry was visible there - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug, but the pipe is missing. How can we be here?
Zhenya thought, thought and decided to go again to the old boletus man, the indigenous forest man, for a pipe.
He comes and says:
- Grandfather, grandfather, give me the pipe again!
- Fine. Just give me the jug again.
- I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in.
- Well, then I won’t give you the pipe.
Zhenya begged:
- Grandfather, and grandfather, how am I going to collect berries in my jug when, without your piper, they all sit under the leaves and don’t show up? I definitely need both a jug and a pipe.
- Look, what a cunning girl you are! Give her both the pipe and the jug! You can do without a pipe, just with one jug.
- I won’t get by, grandpa.
- How do other people get along?
- Other people bend down to the very ground, look under the leaves on the side and take berry after berry. They take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and imagine a fourth. I don't like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired.
- Oh, that's how it is! - said the old boletus, a native forester, and he became so angry that his beard, instead of gray, became black. - Oh, that's how it is! It turns out you are just a lazy person! Take your jug and get out of here! You won't have any trouble.
With these words, the old boletus farmer, a native forester, stamped his foot and fell under a stump.
Zhenya looked at her empty jug, remembered that dad, mom and little Pavlik were waiting for her, she quickly ran to her clearing, squatted down, looked under the leaves and began to quickly take berry after berry.
He takes one, looks at another, notices the third, and imagines the fourth...

Soon Zhenya filled the jug full and returned to dad, mom and little Pavlik.
“What a clever girl,” Dad said to Zhenya, “she brought a full jug!” Are you tired?
- Nothing, daddy. The jug helped me.
And everyone went home - dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.
But Zhenya didn’t say anything to anyone about the pipe.

Here you will find out. This skill will come in handy when working on still lifes. In general, a jug is:

Kitchen utensils for liquid. As a rule, it has a spout and a handle.
Something about which there are a couple of funny fairy tales: A.N. Tolstoy's "The Fox drowns the jug", the folk tale "The Fox and the Crane". Alexey Nikolaevich's fairy tale is generally very funny: there a fox drowned itself when it got stuck in a jug. In general, it should be instructive for some.
Often used by artists to create a composition: those left over after breakfast, plus a jug. And you can safely draw a still life from life. The advantage of still life is that the depicted object, unlike the posing person, does not tend to quickly run away about its business.
Not a bad piece of furniture. Designers take great pleasure in using all sorts of perverted variations of jugs in their designs.
If you rub him lightly, then there is some chance of meeting a puny old man with a goatee, or a huge muscular man - a wizard. In short, there are two options: either old Hottabych or Gene.

And finally, I’ll tell you a riddle. Riddle: You have a jug filled with water. And a small but empty glass. The task is to fill the glass to the top, but so that there is as much water left in the jug as there is now. And you will read the answer at the end of the lesson. In the meantime, let's get down to business.

How to draw a jug with a pencil step by step

Step one. Let's outline the outline of our jug. With its help we will determine its position and boundaries. The figure is still angular.
Step two. Let's draw a vertical axis for our jug. Across there are two horizontal lines defining the top of the object and its widest part. Now we should get a circle with the center at the intersection of the lines. The neck of the jug is an ellipse. After all, a circle in perspective appears to us precisely as an ellipse. Its center is also at the intersection. Let's connect the resulting figures with arcs. Let's draw an auxiliary circle for the handle and give it a shape.
Step three. Let's outline the outline with a smooth line. Let's show the handle of the jug. Let's erase the auxiliary lines.
Step four. Our jug will be translucent with a raised neck. This is exactly what we need to show now. We also see the water level. It needs to be drawn in the form of a horizontal ellipse whose center is located on the axis of the jug.
Step five. The fruit in the jug is slightly visible. Let's outline them protruding from our ellipse. We see light reflections on the surface of the object. They must follow the three-dimensional shape of the vessel in order to look believable.
Step six. The shading remains. In our case, the light falls from the front. Therefore, the lightest places are in the center of the figure, in the convex part. And approaching the edge, we increase the pressure on the pencil and show the shadows.
Answer to the riddle: The empty glass must be carefully placed on the bottom of the jug. The glass will be filled to the top, and the same amount of water will remain in the jug. That is, all conditions will be met. Well done to those who guessed it, and everyone else should definitely draw more.

Enough, enough! - Zhenya screamed in horror, clutching her head. - Will! What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys at all. I was joking. I'm afraid…

But it was not there! The toys kept falling down and falling down. The Soviet ones ended, the American ones began.

The whole city was already filled to the rooftops with toys.

Zhenya goes up the stairs - toys behind her. Zhenya is on the balcony - toys are behind her. Zhenya is in the attic - toys behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off a purple petal, threw it and quickly said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east,
Through the north, through the south,
Come back after making a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

TELL THE TOYS TO GO BACK TO THE STORES ASAP!

And immediately all the toys disappeared.

Zhenya looked at her seven-flowered flower and saw that there was only one petal left.

“That’s the thing!” It turns out I spent six petals and no pleasure! It’s okay, I’ll be smarter moving forward.”

She went outside, walked and thought:

“What else could I tell you? I'll tell myself, perhaps, two kilos of "Bears". No, better than two kilos of "Transparent". Or not. I’d rather do this: I’ll order half a kilo of “Bears”, half a kilo of “Transparent”, one hundred grams of halva, one hundred grams of nuts and, wherever possible, one pink bagel for Pavlik. What's the point? Well, let’s say I order all this and eat it. And there will be nothing left. No, I tell myself I’d rather have a tricycle... But why? Well, I’ll go for a ride, and then what? What’s more, the boys will take it away. Perhaps they will beat you up! No, I’d rather buy myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. It's still fun there. Or maybe it would be better to order new sandals? Also no worse than a circus. Although, to be honest, what is the use of new sandals? You can order something else much better. The main thing is not to rush."

Reasoning in this way, Zhenya suddenly saw an excellent boy sitting on a bench by the gate. He had big blue eyes, cheerful but quiet. The boy was very nice - it was immediately obvious that he was not a fighter - and Zhenya wanted to get to know him. The girl, without any fear, came so close to him that in each of his pupils she very clearly saw her face with two pigtails spread over her shoulders.

Boy, boy, what's your name?

Vitya. How are you?

Zhenya. Let's play tag?

I can not. I'm lame.

And Zhenya saw his foot in an ugly shoe with a very thick sole.

What a pity!” said Zhenya. “I really liked you, and I would be very happy to run with you.”

I also really like you, and I would also be very happy to run with you, but, unfortunately, this is impossible. It's nothing you can do. This is for life.

Oh, what nonsense you are talking about, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out her treasured seven-flowered flower from her pocket. - Look.

With these words, the girl carefully tore off the last blue petal, pressed it to her eyes for a minute, then unclenched her fingers and sang in a thin voice, trembling with happiness:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east,
Through the north, through the south,
Come back after making a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

KEEP VITIA HEALTHY!

And at that very moment the boy jumped up from the bench, began playing tag with Zhenya and ran so well that the girl could not catch up with him, no matter how hard she tried.

The pipe and the jug

The strawberries ripened in the forest.

Dad took the mug, mom took the cup, the girl Zhenya took the jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer. They came to the forest and began to pick berries: who would pick them first?

Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and said: “Here’s a great place for you, daughter.” There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.

Zhenya wiped the jug with burdock and began to walk. She walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.

He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter cup, mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on his plate.

Mom, and mom, why do you all have something, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst clearing for me.

Have you looked well?

Fine. There are not a single berry there, only leaves.

Have you looked under the leaves?

I didn't look.

Here you see! We need to look.

Why doesn’t Pavlik look in?

Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as a strawberry, he doesn’t even need to look, and you’re already a pretty tall girl.

And dad says:

Berries are tricky. They always hide from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.

Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:

“Okay,” said Zhenya. - Thank you, daddy. I will do this.

I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.

However, Zhenya soon got tired of squatting.

“I’ve had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”

Zhenya stood up and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.

Not enough! You have to squat down again. It's nothing you can do.

Zhenya squatted down again, began to pick berries, and said:

I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.

Zhenya looked into the jug, and there were only eight berries - the bottom was not even closed yet.

“Well,” he thinks, “I don’t like collecting like this at all.” Bend over and bend over all the time. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired. I’d better go and look for another clearing.”

Zhenya went through the forest to look for a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but climb into view and ask to be put into the jug.

As soon as she thought this, the moss began to move, the grass parted, and a small, strong old man crawled out from under the stump: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.

“Hello, girl,” she says.

Hello, uncle.

I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Didn't you recognize Al? I am an old boletus grower, a native forester, the main boss over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?

The berries offended me, grandfather.

Don't know. They are quiet to me. How did they hurt you?

They don’t want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired.

The old boletus, the indigenous forest farmer, stroked his gray beard, grinned through his mustache and said:

Pure nonsense! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as it starts playing, all the berries will appear from under the leaves.

The old boletus man, the indigenous forest man, took out a pipe from his pocket and said:

Play, little pipe.

The pipe began to play by itself, and as soon as it began to play, berries peeked out from under the leaves everywhere.

Stop it, little pipe.

The pipe stopped and the berries hid. Zhenya was delighted:

Grandfather, grandfather, give me this pipe!

I can't give it as a gift. Let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.

Fine. With great pleasure.

Zhenya gave the jug to the old boletus, a native forest farmer, took the pipe from him and quickly ran to her clearing. She came running, stood in the middle, and said:

Play, little pipe.

The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind was blowing on them.

First, the youngest curious berries, still completely green, peeked out from under the leaves. Behind them, the heads of older berries poked out - one cheek was pink, the other was white. Then the berries, quite ripe, appeared - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom, old berries appeared, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.

And soon the entire clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached out to the pipe.

Strawberries have ripened in the forest.
Dad took the mug, mom took the cup, the girl Zhenya took the jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer.

They came to the forest and began to pick berries: who would pick them first? Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and said:

Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.
Zhenya wiped the jug with burdock and began to walk.

She walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.
He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on his plate.
- Mom, why do you all have something, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst clearing for me.
- Did you look well?

Fine. There are not a single berry there, only leaves.

Have you looked under the leaves?
- I didn’t look.
- Here you see! We need to look.
- Why doesn’t Pavlik look in?
- Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as a strawberry, he doesn’t even need to look, and you’re already a pretty tall girl.

And dad says:
- Berries are tricky. They always hide from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:

“Okay,” said Zhenya. - Thank you, daddy. I will do this.

I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.
However, Zhenya soon got tired of squatting.
“I’ve had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”
Zhenya stood up and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Not enough! You have to squat down again. It's nothing you can do.
Zhenya squatted down again, began to pick berries, and said:
- I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there were only eight berries - the bottom was not even closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don’t like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired. I’d better go and look for another clearing.”
Zhenya went through the forest to look for a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but climb into view and ask to be put into the jug.

I walked and walked, didn’t find such a clearing, got tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing better to do, takes berries out of the jug and puts them in his mouth. She ate all eight berries, looked into the empty jug and thought: “What should I do now? If only someone could help me!”
As soon as she thought this, the moss began to move, the grass parted, and a small, strong old man crawled out from under the stump: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
“Hello, girl,” she says.
- Hello, uncle.

I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Didn't you recognize Al? I am an old boletus grower, a native forester, the main boss over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?

The berries offended me, grandfather.
- Don't know. They are quiet to me. How did they hurt you?
- They don’t want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired.
The old boletus farmer, a native forest farmer, stroked his gray beard, grinned through his mustache and said:
- Pure nonsense! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as it starts playing, all the berries will appear from under the leaves.

The old boletus farmer, the indigenous forest farmer, took a pipe out of his pocket and said:
- Play, little pipe.
The pipe began to play by itself, and as soon as it began to play, berries peeked out from under the leaves everywhere.
- Stop it, little pipe.
The pipe stopped and the berries hid. Zhenya was delighted:
- Grandfather, grandfather, give me this pipe!
- I can’t give it as a gift. Let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
- Fine. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the jug to the old boletus farmer, a native woodsman, took the pipe from him and quickly ran to her clearing. She came running, stood in the middle, and said:

Play, little pipe.

The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind was blowing on them.
First, the youngest curious berries, still completely green, peeked out from under the leaves. Behind them, the heads of older berries poked out - one cheek was pink, the other was white. Then the berries, quite ripe, appeared - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom, old berries appeared, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the entire clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached out to the pipe.
- Play, little pipe, play! - Zhenya screamed. - Play faster!

The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves were no longer visible under them.

But Zhenya did not let up:
- Play, little pipe, play! Play even faster.
The pipe played even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, agile ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly closed its wings like a book; the robin chicks looked out from their light nest, which swayed in the elderberry branches, and opened their yellow mouths in admiration; the mushrooms stood on tiptoe so as not to miss a single sound, and even the old bug-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy character, stopped in the air, deeply delighted with the wonderful music.
“Now I’ll start collecting!” - Zhenya thought and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged the jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put the strawberries.
- Ooh, stupid pipe! - the girl screamed angrily. - I have nowhere to put the berries, and you’ve played out. Shut up now!

Zhenya ran back to the old boletus man, a native forest worker, and said:
- Grandfather, grandpa, give me back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
“Okay,” answers the old boletus, a native forester, “I’ll give you your jug, just give me back my pipe.”
Zhenya gave the old boletus man, the indigenous forest man, his pipe, took her jug and quickly ran back to the clearing.
I came running, and not a single berry was visible there - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug, but the pipe is missing. How can we be here?
Zhenya thought, thought and decided to go again to the old boletus man, the indigenous forest man, for a pipe.
He comes and says:
- Grandfather, grandfather, give me the pipe again!
- Fine. Just give me the jug again.
- I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in.
- Well, then I won’t give you the pipe.
Zhenya begged:
- Grandfather, and grandfather, how am I going to collect berries in my jug when, without your piper, they all sit under the leaves and don’t show up? I definitely need both a jug and a pipe.
- Look, what a cunning girl you are! Give her both the pipe and the jug! You can do without a pipe, just with one jug.
- I won’t get by, grandpa.
- How do other people get along?
- Other people bend down to the very ground, look under the leaves on the side and take berry after berry. They take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and imagine a fourth. I don't like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired.
- Oh, that's how it is! - said the old boletus, a native forester, and he became so angry that his beard, instead of gray, became black. - Oh, that's how it is! It turns out you are just a lazy person! Take your jug and get out of here! You won't have any trouble.
With these words, the old boletus farmer, a native forester, stamped his foot and fell under a stump.
Zhenya looked at her empty jug, remembered that dad, mom and little Pavlik were waiting for her, she quickly ran to her clearing, squatted down, looked under the leaves and began to quickly take berry after berry.
He takes one, looks at another, notices the third, and imagines the fourth...

Soon Zhenya filled the jug full and returned to dad, mom and little Pavlik.

“Here’s a clever girl,” Dad said to Zhenya, “she brought a full jug!” Are you tired?
- Nothing, daddy. The jug helped me.
And everyone went home - dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.
But Zhenya didn’t say anything to anyone about the pipe.

Illustrations: I. Pankov, E. Kuznetsova.