“Listen to the whole text first,” Ms. Kanakina instructed.
As Misha handed his workbook to the front, he looked back out at the real snow falling outside. The "Control Dictation" was over. The second term was almost finished, and he could almost taste the hot cocoa and tangerines of the coming break. He had done his best, and the "Winter Forest" was now safely tucked away in Ms. Kanakina’s stack of books.
Misha paused at “пушистый.” Zhi-Shi is written with the letter ‘I’ ! He remembered the rhyme from the very first grade and smiled. He wouldn’t be fooled by that one. kontrolnyi diktant za 2 chetvert v 3 klasse kanakina urok
The wooden floor of Classroom 3B creaked as the students filed in, the usual morning chatter replaced by a nervous, low hum. On the chalkboard, in her perfect, slanted handwriting, Ms. Kanakina had written the words that sent a tiny shiver through every nine-year-old in the room:
Scratch-scratch-scratch. The sound of twenty-five pens hitting paper filled the room. Misha concentrated. “Лесную” ... root word “лес” ... so it must be an ‘е’, not an ‘и’. He checked his work, his brow furrowed in deep focus. “Listen to the whole text first,” Ms
“” she read slowly. (Fluffy snow lies on the branches of the firs.)
Finally, the last sentence was read, and the final period was inked onto the page. “Check your work,” Ms. Kanakina said. “Look for the spelling of the roots and the endings of the adjectives.” The "Control Dictation" was over
“First sentence,” she announced. “” (Winter has come to the forest depths.)
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