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Senior Lieutenant Stepanov N.A. and Captain Pichugin A.N. told the children the procedure for admission, the advantages of studying at the Air Force Academy named after Professor N.E. Zhukovsky and Yu.A. Gagarin.

The guys actively took part in the conversation, asked questions, discussed topics of interest to them, watched a training video about the profession of pilots.

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Published 23.09.2022

September 23, 2022, in the assembly hall of the municipal budgetary educational institution “Secondary school No. 5 named after Ivan Zakharovich Beznoskov” in Khanty-Mansiysk, a meeting of the labor collective was held support for the initiative of residents of the Donetsk People’s Republic, the Luhansk People’s Republic, the military-civilian administrations of the Zaporozhye and Kherson regions to hold a referendum on joining the Russian Federation, in which 50 people took part.

The speaker of the school, Saipulaev Makasharip Abdulabekovich, made a report on the official request of the inhabitants of the four liberated territories to join Russia, the decision of the country’s leadership to support this initiative and provide all necessary assistance in holding referendums.

Based on the results of the meeting, it was decided to support the initiative of the fraternal Russian regions to become part of Russia.

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Published by 09.09.2022

Every year, about 1,000 parents apply to the children’s helpline for the problems of raising their children. Children also often call with questions and difficulties in family relationships.
Raising a child is one of the most important tasks for parents. Everyone strives to give their children everything they can and teach them what they can. In the process of upbringing, conflicts and misunderstandings arise, which carry anxiety, irritation, disappointment, lead even the most experienced parents into a dead end. Parents often ask questions:

– How to find mutual understanding with a child?
 How to constructively resolve the conflict in the family, between brothers and sisters?
– How to bring up responsibility in a child?
– What to do if a child is lying?

And here it is important not to be alone with the problem, but to find professional help. Qualified psychologists will answer your questions, and
will also help you choose the right parenting tactics, find a good solution for your family.

You can get a timely consultation with a psychologist anonymously, free of charge, around the clock by phone: 8-800-2000-122

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Published on 03.09.2022

Dear parents!

BU SShOR recruits children to the BIATHLON section. Initial training from 9 to 11 years old (boys and girls).

If you want your child to be athletic, strong, healthy and disciplined, then you are welcome to us!

Classes are free.

Coach: Altukhova Elena Vladimirovna (Master of Sports of International Class in Biathlon)

Phone: 89821399000

Address: st. Sports 24, p. 18

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Hound. The King’s Shadow read online Nadezhda Fedotova (Page 19)

— Father! Galen’s ringing voice broke the abbot’s thoughts. “Father, what do we do now?” Brother Kevin says the boat is completely wrecked…

– Forget about the boat, my child. We don’t need her anymore. Let’s go on foot.

— Where to? Long away?

“Perhaps,” the head of the community answered evasively. “That’s not so important now, Galen. I see Gerald is all right?

Yes, father! A happy smile lit up the boy’s face. “Godfrey is just a hero, right?! I wouldn’t be able to…

“Godfrey is much stronger than you, my child,” the abbot smiled back, gently rubbing the boy’s wet hair. – And much hotter.

“Yes, even in winter he bathes every day…” Galen recalled with a sigh. And he never gets sick. When I become a monk, I will do the same! What if. ..?

“Don’t tempt fate,” Father Bennan said seriously. – It would be much better if Godfrey did not use his skills today … By the way, what is he doing there near the boat?

– He seems to have lost some of his things… Father, where is Alby?

– She and her brother Leary went to look for shelter for us. The abbot squinted at the remains of their frail craft. Apparently, what Godfrey was looking for now under him was extremely expensive for a seasoned novice. Brother Dallan was already losing strength and patience. — Godfrey! Can I help you?

“No, father, thank you…” came from inside the overturned boat. — Brother Dallan, I’m sorry. You can lower it, the hole is big enough, I’ll get out like that …

The giant unclenched his fingers in relief, and the wooden board poked into the sand. A novice’s head appeared from the hole:

– This is now only for firewood. True, raw. Brother, I found something of yours here. Take…

Godfrey handed the blind man his heavy staff, glancing at the iron-studded tip. The monk smiled gratefully:

– God bless you. I thought I would have to make a new one. Did you find everything?

– Yes. The lean novice leaned his hands on the edges of the hole, pulled himself up, and easily slipped out. “But my clothes seem to be gone. Yes, and God bless him, there is a spare! Well, I managed to put the shirt back on … Brr, well, the wind. Father Bennan, why don’t we ride out the storm somewhere dry?

“Brother Leary is looking for such a place right now,” the abbot replied. His attentive gaze was riveted on the novice who turned his back. Godfrey had nothing in his hands when he got out of the boat. But the shirt sticking to the body obligingly outlined the outlines of a wide leather belt on the hips. The abbot noticed him while still at sea, when the novice took off his robe … However, when he got out of the water, I remember that he was wearing only trousers. So Godfrey’s belt had also been left in the boat. And now he was looking for it. But that was not the point. The holy father had seen such belts before. During his military past.

Various people came to Skellig. And there were enough warriors among them. And a warrior, even renouncing everything worldly, rarely parted with his weapons – Father Bennan himself was an example of this. And the abbot could smell a man of his circle from a mile away: you will not soon forget training and skills. But for Godfrey… “If it weren’t for this belt, I wouldn’t have believed it in my life,” flashed through the head of the holy father. – And not a single scar on the body! It doesn’t happen like that…” Abbot thoughtfully began to wind the rosary around his wrist. Godfrey’s fighter or not, that’s another question, but there was a belt, and a very characteristic cut. Similar ones were worn by knife throwers. And, as a rule, they wore it without taking it off. “But he took it off before jumping into the water,” thought the abbe. – Sea water will not spoil the skin of such a dressing. But the iron … So, the belt was not empty. Godfrey was afraid of ruining the weapon.” Then his thoughts turned to his own sword hanging from a belt behind his back. Here he is just rinsing enough! And if it wasn’t fixed immediately… “Where are Leary and Alby? Is there really nowhere to hide here? .. And the rain intensified. We won’t be here for long.”

— Abbot, — as if in response to his mental call, the head of a peasant’s son appeared from behind a low hill, — we have found shelter! Hurry over here! It’s dry there, only very cold…

– That’s nothing, – the head of the community, perked up, smiled. “We’ll somehow be able to get fire… Brothers!” Follow Alby! Dallan, Philip, help me with these bales. No, Galen, I’ll carry the chest myself… Better take a sack of provisions.

“I’ll take it, holy father,” Godfrey’s voice sounded nearby. He approached so quietly that no one noticed him. – The bag is heavy, and the guy can barely stand on his feet anyway … Run to brother Leary, Galen, help him make a fire.

“Okay,” the boy shrugged his shoulders and obediently walked towards the hill, following his brothers.

Godfrey threw a sack over his shoulder, picked up another one from the ground and looked at the abbot:

— I can take your chest too, father.

“Thank you, my son,” he replied with restraint. “I can handle it myself… Come on, brothers!”

The monks, having taken on the bales, moved forward. The abbot was at the rear. His left hand was securely wrapped around the cherished chest hidden under his cloak, and his thoughts returned to Godfrey. And the look that the novice, in response to the refusal of help, cast on the head of the community. It seemed to be an ordinary, calm, unremarkable look … But Father Bennan was ready to swear on the Bible – understanding flashed in Godfrey’s eyes for a moment.

Nerys rolled head over heels off the narrow bunk and hit her shoulder painfully on the leg of a table bolted to the floor. She shook her head, chasing away the remnants of sleep, and gasped – the ship shook again. The boards crackled. An oil lantern under the ceiling swayed like crazy. What’s happening? She tried to get to her feet, but she couldn’t; the floor tilted again. There was a small rattle of bottles in the captain’s closet. From above came staccato cries and the clatter of feet. “Royal Squadron? the girl thought. “They still caught up with us?” Nerys pricked up her ears, but no matter how hard she tried, she didn’t hear the clash of swords. So, the admiral’s people had nothing to do with it … So what happened then?

The Albatross rolled onto the other side. The lady, who did not understand anything, gasped and, prudently abandoning attempts to rise, grabbed the table leg with both hands. At least he held on tight for now… The noise from upstairs drowned out Desmond Hunt’s roar:

“Charlie!” Sail! Sail, damn you!

— Remove the sails! — The hoarse bass of an old pirate. — Secure on deck! Thug, hold him, hold him!!

– I’m holding …

– Sam, Raven, help him! Jack, fly into the hold, there, go, already knee-deep. Hunt’s voice again. “You two are with him!” Are the others connected? Dick, check the lifelines!

— All right, Captain!

– Charlie, boats!

— Fixed, cap… Go to your places, you sons of bitches! Val is coming!

The ship went down somewhere. For a moment everything was silent, and then something hit the deck with force. Probably the same rampart… Neris knew little about marine terms. But even her modest knowledge was enough to understand that things were bad. Storm. And, probably, strong, since they were so alarmed up there … “Oh, my God! The girl bit her lip. – And this too! Misadventures are not enough for me…”

A stomping whirlwind swept past the cabin door, scolding everything. If Neris had been less frightened, she would have blushed from head to toe: the pirates were not shy in expressions. “What a terrible chatter! thought the girl, sliding her knees across the dirty floor. “But Captain Hunt is an experienced sailor. He, probably, is not the first time such alterations? He’ll get us out… Ai!” The ship, with a strained creaking of wooden joints, sharply leaned sideways again. The door of the cabinet on the wall creaked plaintively with a flimsy lock and flew off its hinges. Bottles, cards and a bunch of all sorts of small trash fell down. Almost getting hit on the forehead with a wooden bowl, the girl crawled under the protection of the heavy table top and pressed her cheek against its carved leg. “Storm is a common thing! she reassured herself. – Dad hit it many times … And nothing! Just think… Sekonung Asgeir told how they once ran into a rock, it was scary… And then what? Just a storm and…”

– Reefs!! howled over her head. “The reefs are right on course!”

“Cawed! .. – Neris died. – You should also remember about the demons of the sea, you fool! Ugh, what kind of language do I have…”

They ran upstairs and shouted. There was a monstrous uproar. Lady MacLyon, scolding herself to the fullest, drew her head into her shoulders and closed her eyes, clutching the table in a death grip. She had never been so scared in her life.

Desmond Hunt, standing on the bridge, peered ahead. The darkness was impenetrable. Black clouds hung over the sea, swelling more and more every minute. It seemed that just a little more – and the belly of a thunderstorm would hook on the bare mast, fall on it with all its exorbitant weight and break it like a dry torch …

– Reefs! someone yelled from the prow of the ship. “The reefs are right on course!”

“The devil and the underworld…” the captain whistled through his teeth. “That’s just the right time! .. Charlie!”

– Here, cap.

Ragged Ear climbed up to him and squinted, trying to make out at least something in the whirlwind of the storm. Apparently, he succeeded – the old pirate cursed.

— What, is everything so lousy? ..

— And there won’t be half a mile… — Charlie answered dully. – Tailwind. We Khan, cap.

– Speed?

— Under fifty… [Referring to a wind speed of fifty knots. Knot is a unit of speed equal to one nautical mile per hour.] And we are headed straight for the reef. The pirate grinned: “Do you remember your golden cup?” With patterns? .. So I stole it.

“And drank it,” Hunt nodded, not at all surprised. “But I didn’t know?” Only early on you betrayed yourself to me, Charlie! Open your eyes – the reef is not in a straight line. We are heading towards the edge… Let’s try to turn away. Right on board!

“We won’t make it in time,” the assistant waved him off.

Desmond silently turned the wheel. This was not the first storm in his life. And not the first reef. “But here, perhaps, you will have to tinker,” he forcedly admitted, having estimated in his mind the chances of the Albatross. They were fifty-fifty, and both figures are not in favor of the pirates. The stormy wind intensified. And even if you manage to turn away (which, alas, is unlikely, Charlie is right), just one 60-odd gust of knots will break the mast and lay the ship on its side in a matter of seconds … The captain wrinkled his forehead, quickly turned back and abruptly threw:

– Charlie, don’t sleep! Rest in that world!

“It won’t be long now,” he laughed. – What are you pissed off about? While there is life there is hope?

— I don’t know about you, — Hunt let go of the steering wheel for a moment, and it spun in the opposite direction at breakneck speed, — and into the Singing Bushes [ Singing Bushes (from English. Fiddlers Green) — mythical land of abundance , a paradise for sailors who died at sea.] too early! Turn the head, cudgel! And watch the sea…

— Why? Charlie asked reasonably. But he turned around anyway.

“Let’s catch the wave, buddy,” Desmond explained with a mischievous smile. – And he will go out to saddle the one that is higher – you look, and we will slip through the reefs! Brute, is the sail tight?

— Yes, Captain! shouted from below.

— Put back! Raise on my command!

“Didn’t think of anything smarter?..” The old pirate shook his head. But his eyes gleamed merrily from under bushy brows.

— Do you have any other options, Charlie? Desmond chuckled. – Tighten the cable. Now it will be hot …

“I see without you,” the assistant muttered. He glanced sharply at the deck to see if everything was in place, and sat down on the wet boards, leaning back against the railing at the captain’s bridge. He tied himself to them across the waist, to be sure, and screwed up his left eye:

— It’s coming, pretty girl… Hold the helm, cap! I’ll give the go-ahead when it’s time…

— Team, get ready! boomed the captain from the bridge. – Those who are in the hold, up! Check cables and boats!

– Here is your tinned throat, cap …

Your school, Charlie.

– Duc … And then! – The pirate grinned from ear to ear and gripped the railing more tightly: – One… Two… Three…

– May good luck be with us! breathed Desmond Hunt like a spell, clutching the steering wheel. Behind the Albatross, a huge shadow was rapidly creeping up. Time seemed to freeze, stop, hung in the air like a trembling grain of an hourglass. ..

— Full speed ahead! Charlie roared hoarsely. – Let’s go!..

– Raise the sails! – commandingly spread over the deck. – Heading straight for the reef! ..

The ship shook. He jumped on the waves, almost burying his nose in the water … And took off on a foamy crest straight to the skies swollen with inky darkness.

And then fell down. Against the reef.

…Dark. It’s completely dark, you can’t even see your own hands. And also – cold and … wet. Neris, with difficulty coming to her senses, stirred and tried to sit up. It didn’t work out – the stiff body did not obey, and something bulky and heavy pressed down on top of it … It seems like a table. Or, more accurately, its cover. “How did it make me so upset?” thought the lady. Tensing herself, she pushed the countertop off her, groaned from a sudden sharp pain in her elbow, and still took a vertical position. I listened. The waves still beat against the sides of the Albatross with the same frenzy, the wind howled, the cladding wood cracked menacingly, but something was definitely not right! Too quiet, she suddenly realized. And it’s true – no one else was stomping, shouting, giving orders upstairs … And she herself was sitting on the floor of the captain’s cabin waist-deep in water. Very cold water. Which tartly smelled of salt and the sea. And which slowly but surely arrived … “The ship is sinking! Lightning flashed through her mind. “It’s sinking, and the pirates abandoned it a long time ago — what a silence! .. And me… and no one even remembered me?!”

Fear gave strength: forgetting about the bruises and bruises, the lady jumped to her feet, even managing not to fall down a second time, and, feeling her way to the locked door, began to pound on it with her fists:

— Captain Hunt! Captain Hunt, can you hear me?! Can anyone hear me?! Hey! Is there someone alive?!

Nobody answered her. And that made it even scarier. With trembling fingers, Nerys found the latch of the deadbolt and yanked it back toward her. Of course, the door didn’t budge. After all, the captain, I remember, locked her outside . .. Lord, is it really the end? ..

– Let me out! she cried out in a fit of panic, scratching the cabin door with her nails. — Let me out, please! Captain Hunt!.. You are a nobleman! Noble person! You couldn’t leave me here for certain death! I ask you to! Let me out of here-ah-ah! I don’t want to die, I don’t want, I don’t want-oo-oo…

Having already thrown his right leg over the side of the Albatross, Desmond Hunt froze and, raising his head, listened. Loud cries and desperate calls for help could be heard from below. Damn! .. I completely forgot about her!

— Cap, why are you up?! Charlie called from below. He, swaying, stood in a boat filled to the brim with angry as hell pirates. The boat jumped on the waves, hit against the side of the ship and strove to shatter into chips. — Cap! Deaf, anchor to you in …

– Wait, Charlie! The commander cursed and climbed back. – Wait for me here, I’m going to…

– Are you crazy?! the assistant yelled, raising his head. – Where?! This damn vessel is about to sink! Together with you, donkey!..

— I went for a woman, — angrily uttered a skinny wiry pirate. – I’m telling you exactly!

— What does he need her for? Save your own skins,” spat another. – And without that, the boat will now burst at the seams, we are packed like herring in a barrel.

— Only she was missing here! someone chimed in. And he added: “If it weren’t for her, we would already be at home.” No admiral for you, no storm for you, no bottom for you on the reef…

“Cut the end, Charlie,” the skinny one said after thinking. – From that woman, I see, you won’t take anything, since the admiral didn’t want to ransom her! And as for the captain – if she is more important to him than us, then let her stay with her! ..

– Talk to me again! Charlie snapped. – Are you completely pissed off? So I’ll quickly put something in order! You say there’s not enough room in the boat, huh, Raven?.. So now I’ll give you a kick in the ass – and it will be freer . ..

– Don’t growl, Charlie, – the skinny robber calmly replied. – Think about it. We won’t offend. We’ll find a new ship, but as for the captain… so at least you’re not a captain? BUT? All of our people will be only too happy!..

— Shut your mouth! Ragged Ear furrowed his eyebrows. And he looked around at everyone sitting in the boat with a gloomy look: – And pray that I would not blurt out to the cap about this conversation drunk … Sit! And then you all fly overboard!

— You, Charlie, do not start, — the same pirate said insinuatingly. “There are two dozen of us here, and you are one. And you can’t see your captain… Maybe he decided to stay, didn’t he, Charlie? Don’t worry, Dickie, you know me! Ruban off the shoulder – and all the chatter!

The skinny one chuckled and fell silent. The old pirate nodded in satisfaction and lifted his head up again:

“Cap!” Damn you! .. Why are you stuck there … Oh, you bastard!

The last words were addressed to the same disgustingly grinning skinny Dicky. They were accompanied by a loud splash. And, already floundering in the salty waves, Charlie realized that it was not worth turning his back on his comrades, thirsting for a change of power.

– You will remember me, bitch tail! – spitting in different directions, he yelled. “Just let me get out… Thug, why did you hatch the Zenki?! Hand!

“You can handle it yourself,” said the skinny one. – Or the captain will help … when he is done with the woman. And we, sorry, it’s time. Jack, cut the end! Until we went to the bottom with this damn vessel.

“Beasts…” Charlie yelled, looking after the departing boat. – That is OK! There will be a chance, we get even. And if it doesn’t fall out, they’ll hang you on the yardarm, Dicky, they’ll hang you up like a pretty little one! .. Because you aim for the captain, you slop scum, and the captain of you is like a projectile from shit …

– Charlie? – Desmond Hunt leaned over the side of the Albatross. A weeping girlish face peeked out from behind his right shoulder. – What kind of bathing is this? .. Where is the boat ?!

“Where, where…” grumbled the old pirate, “guess! Why the hell did you not leave this fool in the village? What rolled out his eyes? It’s his own fault … Throw the rope, he stuck to the board! I’ll die! ..

“You won’t make it in time…” suddenly came from behind Charlie. The voice was truly eerie – gurgling, as if inanimate. The robber shuddered and turned his head sharply:

— And who is this talker here… Ahhh, the devil take me!

From the deck of the Albatross came a heart-rending female squeal. The waves around the sinking ship, dancing against the wind, curled into a funnel. And over the heads of the dead people, someone’s glossy carcass shot up. Her ugly head rested on the sky, ripping up thunderclouds with a short horn. A single hand with long, three human height claws grabbed the Albatross by the mast and lifted it above the water. And the only eye, filled with blood, stared down at the frozen sailors .