Ivan Bunin "Late at night. late at night

Was it a dream or an hour of the mysterious life of the night, which is so much like a dream? It seemed to me that autumn sad month has been floating above the earth for a long time, that the hour of rest has come from all the lies and bustle of the day. It seemed that all of Paris, to the last beggarly corner, fell asleep. I slept for a long time, and finally the dream slowly departed from me, like a caring and unhurried doctor who had done his job and left the patient already when he sighed deeply and, opening his eyes, smiled a shy and joyful smile of returning to life. Waking up, opening my eyes, I saw myself in a quiet and bright realm of night.

I silently walked on the carpet in my room on the fifth floor and went to one of the windows. I looked first into the room, large and full of light twilight, then into the upper glass of the window for a month. The moon then bathed me in light, and, raising my eyes upward, I gazed into its face for a long time. The moonlight, passing through the whitish lace curtains, softened the twilight in the back of the room. You couldn't see the moon from here. But all four windows were brightly lit, as well as what was near them. The moonlight fell from the windows in pale blue, pale silver arches, and in each of them was a smoky shadow cross that gently broke on the illuminated armchairs and chairs. And in an armchair by the last window sat the one I loved, all in white, like a girl, pale and beautiful, tired of everything that we had experienced and that so often made us evil and merciless enemies.

Why didn't she sleep that night too?

Avoiding looking at her, I sat down at the window, next to her... Yes, it was late - the entire five-story wall of the opposite houses was dark. The windows there blacken like blind eyes. I looked down - the narrow and deep corridor of the street was also dark and empty. And so it is throughout the city. Only the pale shining moon, slightly tilted, rolls and at the same time remains motionless among the smoky running clouds, awake alone over the city. He looked me straight in the eyes, bright, but a little damaged and therefore sad. Clouds of smoke drifted past him. For about a month they were light and melted, then they thickened, and behind the crest of the roofs they passed in a completely gloomy and heavy ridge ...

I haven't seen a moonlit night for a long time! And now my thoughts again returned to the distant, almost forgotten autumn nights that I once saw in childhood, among the hilly and meager steppe. central Russia. There the moon looked under my native roof, and there I first recognized and fell in love with his meek and pale face. I mentally left Paris, and for a moment the whole of Russia seemed to me, as if from a hill I looked at a huge lowland. Here is the golden-shining desert expanse of the Baltic Sea. Here are the gloomy countries of pines, leaving in the twilight to the east, here are rare forests, swamps and copses, below which, to the south, endless fields and plains begin. Rails slide through the forests for hundreds of miles railways, gleaming dully at the month. Sleepy multi-colored lights flicker along the tracks and one by one run away to my homeland. In front of me are slightly hilly fields, and among them is an old, gray landowner's house, dilapidated and meek in the moonlight ... Is it really the same moon that once looked into my children's room, which saw me later as a young man and which is now sad together with me about my failed youth? It was he who reassured me in the bright realm of the night...

- Why are you not sleeping? I heard a timid voice.

And the fact that she was the first to turn to me after a long and stubborn silence stung painfully and sweetly in my heart. I answered quietly:

– I don’t know… And you?

And again we were silent for a long time. The moon had noticeably lowered itself to the rooftops and was already peering deeply into our room.

- Sorry! I said walking up to her.

She didn't answer and covered her eyes with her hands.

I took her hands and pulled them away from her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her eyebrows were raised and trembled like those of a child. And I knelt down at her feet, pressed my face against her, not holding back either my own or her tears.

"But are you to blame?" she whispered embarrassedly. "Isn't it all my fault?"

And she smiled through her tears with a joyful and bitter smile.

And I told her that we were both guilty, because we both violated the commandment of joy, for which we must live on earth. We loved each other again, as only those who suffered together, erred together, but met rare moments of truth together can love. And only a pale, sad month saw our happiness ...

Was it a dream or an hour of the mysterious life of the night, which is so much like a dream? It seemed to me that the sad autumn month had been floating above the earth for a long time, that the hour had come for rest from all the lies and bustle of the day. It seemed that all of Paris, to the last beggarly corner, fell asleep. I slept for a long time, and finally the dream slowly departed from me, like a caring and unhurried doctor who had done his job and left the patient already when he sighed deeply and, opening his eyes, smiled a shy and joyful smile of returning to life. Waking up, opening my eyes, I saw myself in a quiet and bright realm of night.

I silently walked on the carpet in my room on the fifth floor and went to one of the windows. I looked first into the room, large and full of light twilight, then into the upper glass of the window for a month. The moon then bathed me in light, and, raising my eyes upward, I gazed into its face for a long time. The moonlight, passing through the whitish lace curtains, softened the twilight in the back of the room. You couldn't see the moon from here. But all four windows were brightly lit, as well as what was near them. The moonlight fell from the windows in pale blue, pale silver arches, and in each of them was a smoky shadow cross that gently broke on the illuminated armchairs and chairs. And in an armchair by the last window sat the one I loved - all in white, like a girl, pale and beautiful, tired of everything that we had experienced and that so often made us evil and merciless enemies.

Why didn't she sleep that night too?

Avoiding looking at her, I sat down at the window, next to her... Yes, it was late - the entire five-story wall of the opposite houses was dark. The windows there blacken like blind eyes. I looked down - the narrow and deep corridor of the street was also dark and empty. And so it is throughout the city. Only the pale shining moon, slightly tilted, rolls and at the same time remains motionless among the smoky running clouds, awake alone over the city. He looked me straight in the eyes, bright, but a little damaged and therefore sad. Clouds of smoke drifted past him. For about a month they were light and melted, then they thickened, and behind the crest of the roofs they passed in a completely gloomy and heavy ridge ...

I haven't seen the month night for a long time! And now my thoughts again returned to the distant, almost forgotten autumn nights that I once saw in my childhood, among the hilly and meager steppe of central Russia. There the moon looked under my native roof, and there I first recognized and fell in love with his meek and pale face. I mentally left Paris, and for a moment the whole of Russia seemed to me, as if from a hill I looked at a huge lowland. Here is the golden-shining desert expanse of the Baltic Sea. Here are the gloomy countries of pines, leaving in the twilight to the east, here are rare forests, swamps and copses, below which, to the south, endless fields and plains begin. Railway rails glide through the forests for hundreds of versts, gleaming dully in the moonlight. Sleepy multi-colored lights flicker along the tracks and one by one run away to my homeland. In front of me are slightly hilly fields, and among them is an old, gray landowner's house, dilapidated and meek in the moonlight ... Is it really the same moon that once looked into my children's room, which saw me later as a young man and which is now sad together with me about my failed youth? It was he who reassured me in the bright realm of the night...

Why are you not sleeping? I heard a timid voice.

And the fact that she was the first to turn to me after a long and stubborn silence stung painfully and sweetly in my heart. I answered quietly:

I don't know... And you?

And again we were silent for a long time. The moon had noticeably lowered itself to the rooftops and was already peering deeply into our room.

Sorry! I said walking up to her. She didn't answer and covered her eyes with her hands.

I took her hands and pulled them away from her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her eyebrows were raised and trembled like those of a child. And I knelt down at her feet, pressed my face against her, not holding back either my own or her tears.

But are you to blame? she whispered embarrassedly. - Isn't it all my fault?

And she smiled through her tears with a joyful and bitter smile.

And I told her that we were both guilty, because we both violated the commandment of joy, for which we must live on earth. We loved each other again, as only those who suffered together, erred together, but met rare moments of truth together can love. And only a pale, sad month saw our happiness ...

Electronic Library of Yabluchansky . Was it a dream or an hour of the mysterious life of the night, which is so much like a dream? It seemed to me that the sad autumn month had been floating above the earth for a long time, that the hour had come for rest from all the lies and bustle of the day. It seemed that all of Paris, to the last beggarly corner, fell asleep. I slept for a long time, and finally the dream slowly departed from me, like a caring and unhurried doctor who had done his job and left the patient already when he sighed deeply and, opening his eyes, smiled a shy and joyful smile of returning to life. Waking up, opening my eyes, I saw myself in a quiet and bright realm of night. I silently walked on the carpet in my room on the fifth floor and went to one of the windows. I looked first into the room, large and full of light twilight, then into the upper glass of the window for a month. The moon then bathed me in light, and, raising my eyes upward, I gazed into its face for a long time. The moonlight, passing through the whitish lace curtains, softened the twilight in the back of the room. You couldn't see the moon from here. But all four windows were brightly lit, as well as what was near them. The moonlight fell from the windows in pale blue, pale silver arches, and in each of them was a smoky shadow cross that gently broke on the illuminated armchairs and chairs. And in an armchair by the last window sat the one I loved - all in white, like a girl, pale and beautiful, tired of everything that we had experienced and that so often made us evil and merciless enemies. Why didn't she sleep that night too? Avoiding looking at her, I sat down at the window, next to her... Yes, it was late - the entire five-story wall of the opposite houses was dark. The windows there blacken like blind eyes. I looked down - the narrow and deep corridor of the street was also dark and empty. And so it is throughout the city. Only the pale shining moon, slightly tilted, rolls and at the same time remains motionless among the smoky running clouds, awake alone over the city. He looked me straight in the eyes, bright, but a little damaged and therefore sad. Clouds of smoke drifted past him. For about a month they were light and melted, further thickened, and behind the crest of the roofs they passed already in a completely gloomy and heavy ridge ... I had not seen a monthly night for a long time! And now my thoughts again returned to the distant, almost forgotten autumn nights that I once saw in my childhood, among the hilly and meager steppe of central Russia. There the moon looked under my native roof, and there I first recognized and fell in love with his meek and pale face. I mentally left Paris, and for a moment the whole of Russia seemed to me, as if from a hill I looked at a huge lowland. Here is the golden-shining desert expanse of the Baltic Sea. Here are the gloomy countries of pines, leaving in the dusk to the east, here are rare forests, swamps and copses, below which, to the south, endless fields and plains begin. Railway rails glide through the forests for hundreds of versts, gleaming dully in the moonlight. Sleepy multi-colored lights flicker along the tracks and one by one run away to my homeland. In front of me are slightly hilly fields, and among them is an old, gray landowner's house, dilapidated and meek in the moonlight ... Is it really the same moon that once looked into my children's room, which saw me later as a young man and which is sad now with me about my failed youth? It was he who reassured me in the bright realm of the night... - Why are you not sleeping? I heard a timid voice. And the fact that she was the first to turn to me after a long and stubborn silence stung painfully and sweetly in my heart. I answered quietly: - I don't know... And you? And again we were silent for a long time. The moon had noticeably lowered itself to the rooftops and was already peering deeply into our room. - Sorry! I said walking up to her. She didn't answer and covered her eyes with her hands. I took her hands and pulled them away from her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her eyebrows were raised and trembled like those of a child. And I knelt down at her feet, pressed my face against her, not holding back either my own or her tears. - But are you to blame? she whispered embarrassedly. - Isn't it all my fault? And she smiled through her tears with a joyful and bitter smile. And I told her that we were both guilty, because we both violated the commandment of joy, for which we must live on earth. We loved each other again, as only those who suffered together, erred together, but met rare moments of truth together can love. And only a pale, sad month saw our happiness ... 1899

"Late Night"

Was it a dream or an hour of the mysterious life of the night, which is so much like a dream? It seemed to me that the sad autumn month had been floating above the earth for a long time, that the hour had come for rest from all the lies and bustle of the day. It seemed that all of Paris, to the last beggarly corner, fell asleep. I slept for a long time, and finally the dream slowly departed from me, like a caring and unhurried doctor who had done his job and left the patient already when he sighed deeply and, opening his eyes, smiled a shy and joyful smile of returning to life. Waking up, opening my eyes, I saw myself in a quiet and bright realm of night.

I silently walked on the carpet in my room on the fifth floor and went to one of the windows. I looked first into the room, large and full of light twilight, then into the upper glass of the window for a month. The moon then bathed me in light, and, raising my eyes upward, I gazed into its face for a long time. The moonlight, passing through the whitish lace curtains, softened the twilight in the back of the room. You couldn't see the moon from here. But all four windows were brightly lit, as well as what was near them. The moonlight fell from the windows in pale blue, pale silver arches, and in each of them was a smoky shadow cross that gently broke on the illuminated armchairs and chairs. And in an armchair by the last window sat the one I loved - all in white, like a girl, pale and beautiful, tired of everything that we had experienced and that so often made us evil and merciless enemies.

Why didn't she sleep that night too?

Avoiding looking at her, I sat down at the window, next to her... Yes, it was late - the entire five-story wall of the opposite houses was dark. The windows there blacken like blind eyes. I looked down - the narrow and deep corridor of the street was also dark and empty. And so it is throughout the city. Only the pale shining moon, slightly tilted, rolls and at the same time remains motionless among the smoky running clouds, awake alone over the city. He looked me straight in the eyes, bright, but a little damaged and therefore sad. Clouds of smoke drifted past him. For about a month they were light and melted, then they thickened, and behind the crest of the roofs they passed in a completely gloomy and heavy ridge ...

I haven't seen the month night for a long time! And now my thoughts again returned to the distant, almost forgotten autumn nights that I once saw in my childhood, among the hilly and meager steppe of central Russia. There the moon looked under my native roof, and there I first recognized and fell in love with his meek and pale face. I mentally left Paris, and for a moment the whole of Russia seemed to me, as if from a hill I looked at a huge lowland. Here is the golden-shining desert expanse of the Baltic Sea. Here are the gloomy countries of pines, leaving in the dusk to the east, here are rare forests, swamps and copses, below which, to the south, endless fields and plains begin. Railway rails glide through the forests for hundreds of versts, gleaming dully in the moonlight. Sleepy multi-colored lights flicker along the tracks and one by one run away to my homeland. In front of me are slightly hilly fields, and among them is an old, gray landowner's house, dilapidated and meek in the moonlight ... Is it really the same moon that once looked into my children's room, which saw me later as a young man and which is sad now with me about my failed youth? It was he who reassured me in the bright realm of the night...

Why are you not sleeping? I heard a timid voice.

And the fact that she was the first to turn to me after a long and stubborn silence stung painfully and sweetly in my heart. I answered quietly:

I don't know... And you?

And again we were silent for a long time. The moon had noticeably lowered itself to the rooftops and was already peering deeply into our room.

Sorry! I said walking up to her. She didn't answer and covered her eyes with her hands.

I took her hands and pulled them away from her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her eyebrows were raised and trembled like those of a child. And I knelt down at her feet, pressed my face against her, not holding back either my own or her tears.

But are you to blame? she whispered embarrassedly. - Isn't it all my fault?

And she smiled through her tears with a joyful and bitter smile.

And I told her that we were both guilty, because we both violated the commandment of joy, for which we must live on earth. We loved each other again, as only those who suffered together, erred together, but met rare moments of truth together can love. And only a pale, sad month saw our happiness ...

See also Bunin Ivan - Prose (stories, poems, novels ...):

Noon
Midday heat, dazzling brilliance of the motionless yellow pond and its life...

midday heat
It's a hot day, all the household is mowing, the estate seems to be abandoned, - in everything ...

The exercise. From a simple common sentence, form a complex one.

Sample: Even though it was late, you could still hear the birds singing in the forest. - It was late, but you could still hear the birds singing in the forest.

1. Despite the strong overwork, I did not want to sleep. 2. Due to prolonged rains, the marshes became completely impassable. 3. At the end of the report, the audience asked the speaker a lot of questions. 4. After a detailed discussion of the plan for the upcoming excursion, the students set off.

The exercise. Rewrite the sentences, underline grammatical basics and make diagrams.

1. Snow was slowly falling outside the window, and a snowy, clear light lay on the walls of the room (A. Tolstoy). 2. Monthly light fell from the windows in pale blue, pale silver arches, and in each of them there was a smoky shadow cross, gently breaking on the illuminated armchairs and chairs (Bunin). 3. The sun set, and golden dust stood over the city (A. Tolstoy). 4. The train started, and she stopped, looking with wide blue eyes at the cars flashing along the platform (Bunin). 5. It was quiet in the garden, only the bird sometimes tossed and fell asleep again in the linden branches, and the tree frogs gently groaned, and the fish splashed in the pond (A. N. Tolstoy).

The exercise. Write the text, insert the missing letters. In complex sentences, highlight the grammatical bases. Make a diagram of the 5th sentence.

It was from .. the middle of March. In .. sleep this year stood out .. was even, friendly. From time to time. We have already ridden in k..forests along roads covered with thick mud. Snow still lay in snowdrifts in deep forests and in so ..nist ..enemies, but on the fields it settled, became loose and dark, and from (under) it (in some) places more ..mi bald ..we are still. .blacked out, greasy, steamed on the so..nce earth. B.. the cut buds swelled, and the lambs on the willows from white became fat, fluffy and huge. The willow has blossomed.

Bees ..ly flew out .. from the streets for the first bribe, and in the forest villages ro ..ko showed ..the first snowdrops.

We (not) .. ardently waited for the summer of the old signs.. lumpy wells.

(According to A. Kuprin.)

The exercise. Explain the punctuation marks in the following compound sentences. Highlight the unions that connect the parts of the sentences.

1. The plane was gaining altitude, and a large city with squares and rectangles of quarters was rapidly decreasing before our eyes (Azhanov). 2. He appeared at our construction site only six months ago, and we immediately became friends (Chakovsky). 3. The hot sun longingly looked for the wind, but there was no wind (Turgenev). 4. Either I did not understand myself, then the world did not understand me (Lermontov). 5. Warm summer rain fell all night, and by morning the air was fresh, it smelled strongly of lilacs, and I wanted to run out into the garden as soon as possible (Nagibin). 6. He never cried, but at times a wild stubbornness came over him (Turgenev).

The exercise. Indicate in which cases the union and is used in compound sentences, and in which cases - in sentences with homogeneous members. Put the appropriate punctuation marks.

1. Mountains stretched on the right side of these meadows and the Dnieper (Gogol) was burning and darkening in a slightly noticeable distance. 2. It became dark and the street gradually became empty (Chekhov). 3. We walked towards the sea and soon found ourselves on a rocky ledge hanging over the abyss (Nagibin). 4. Cranes fly away and low autumn clouds cover the sky (Soloukhin). 5. The summer was dry and hot, and the glaciers in the mountains began to melt already in the first days of June (Babel).

The exercise. Put the necessary punctuation marks.

1. By evening it got colder and the puddles were covered with thin ice. 2. In early April, starlings were already making noise and yellow butterflies were flying in the garden (Chekhov). 3. Dark rain clouds were moving in from the east and moisture was sipping from there. 4. Sunrise rose and fell again and the horse was tired of galloping in the steppes (Svetlov). 5. Clouds float in the blue sky and migratory birds rush by (Prishvin). 6. Soon the whole garden, warmed by the sun, caressed, came to life and dew drops like diamonds sparkled on the leaves, and the old long-running garden this morning seemed so young and smart (Chekhov). 7. The swallows disappeared, and yesterday at dawn all the rooks were flying, and like a net they flickered over that mountain (Fet).

The exercise. Write with the missing punctuation marks. Highlight the grammatical bases in compound sentences.

1. The memory of the past of Russia is kept not only by the manuscripts of ancient authors, ancient burial mounds and settlements, but also by old place names hide some historical facts. 2. KamAZ is known as a supplier of heavy dump trucks and this fact allows it to actively use its trademark. 3. The Trinity-Sergius Lavra was founded in the 14th century and the monks still maintain the tradition of hospitality. 4. A strong cyclone hit Sakhalin, but communication with the mainland was not interrupted.

Test tasks

(The concept of a complex sentence. The main types of complex sentences)

1. In what case is given difficult sentence?

a) Every language belongs to a society known to the public union.

b) Idle thought’s friend, my inkwell, I have adorned my varied age with you.

c) If there is patience, there will be skill.

d) Approaching the porch, he noticed two faces looking out of the windows almost at the same time: a woman's face in a cap, narrow and long, like a cucumber, and a man's, round, wide, like Moldavian pumpkins.

2. What complex sentence consists of three simple ones?

a) Life is terrible and wonderful, and therefore, no matter what terrible story you tell in Russia, no matter how you decorate it with robbers' nests, long knives and miracles, it will always echo in the listener's soul with reality.

b) Some shops are flooded with light, and it seems that people are swimming in them, like fish in the water of aquariums.

c) I remember that when you used to come to us for holidays or just like that, the house became somehow fresher and brighter, as if the covers were removed from the chandelier.

d) The color of the animal was so similar to the color of the bark that if it had remained motionless, it would have been completely impossible to notice.

3. What complex sentence consists of four simple ones?

a) To see and hear a writer for me, a provincial - I was then working in Siberia - would be an extraordinary, dazzling happiness, which I could not even hope for.

b) I noticed that wherever you go, you will find something wonderful.

c) I wanted to throw myself on my father’s neck and, as Anisya taught, bow at his feet, but the view of the dacha with Gothic windows restrained me.

d) Camus came to literature with the realization that life is meaningless, and the sky is empty, and this, to a certain extent, paralyzed his humanistic aspirations.

4. Which sentence is compound?

a) Heine created " winter fairy tale” in Paris, where Turgenev wrote “Fathers and Sons”.

b) As soon as the December dawn began, Anochka went out into the street.

c) Wilderness and game in the forest, but clear clearings are divided into regular numbered squares.

d) How he got here - he could not understand this at all.

5. Which sentence is complex?

a) I will answer you very simply, since we are already friends.

b) On both sides - high, up to five meters high, impregnable walls of reeds, which have long been called krepey, but the deaf thickets of green dense thickets are called the Caspian jungle.

in) Delicate shades colors - red, crimson, yellow and green - painted the cloud, the rays also changed their color every moment.

d) Then blows were heard, then the wheels sang.

6. Which sentence is a complex non-union?

a) I don't know if there will be a date.

b) Since these verses are written, I look at them as a commodity.

c) No matter how warm the rain was, we began to feel cold.

Test tasks

(Compound sentence and its grammatical features)

1. What scheme reflects the structure of a compound sentence?

a) or , or .

b) , (what...).

d) (if...), .

2. In what case are unions given that can connect parts of a compound sentence?

a) what if, when

b) but, however

c) because, due to the fact that, because

d) how, although

3. In what case are parts of a compound sentence connected by a connecting union?

a) Mitya slept with uncovered windows, and the garden and the moon looked through them all night.

b) It was foggy in the morning, but by breakfast the weather cleared up.

c) Either a corncrake will start screaming behind a neighboring bush, then a pood fish will strike with a cannon shot.

d) I don’t want to think about anything, or thoughts and memories wander, vague, unclear, like a dream.

4. In what case are the parts of a compound sentence connected by a disjunctive union?

a) The sea shone, everything was in bright light, and the waves beat menacingly against the stone.

b) Only the heart beats, but the song sounds, but the string quietly rumbles.

c) Neither the viburnum grows between them, nor the grass turns green.

d) You either listen or let others listen.

5. In what case are parts of a compound sentence connected by an adversative conjunction?

a) The root of the doctrine is bitter, but its fruits are sweet.

b) Either the bird is flying, or the rain is making noise.

c) Her face was pale, her slightly parted lips also turned pale.

d) This artist is talented, and yet his paintings do not touch you.

6. In what case are parts of a compound sentence connected by a double connecting union?

a) Bunin was incredibly curious, and he always needed to know the life around him in every detail.

b) But with bluebells, the calyx always leans towards the ground, and with these unknown flowers, the calyxes stood, stretched upwards.

c) The inspector walked around the classroom with concentrated anger, not saying a word, and that was bad form.

d) Not only I could not endure this circus performance, but my sister looked at the trained animals with longing, resentment and pity.

Test tasks

(Punctuation marks in a compound sentence)

1. In what case does the union and connects parts of a compound sentence?

a) The corridors and the large room stood bare and empty and seemed unusually spacious and bright.

b) Mela blizzard-blizzard and chilled the blood.

c) It is getting fresher, and the mountains, blown by the sea air, take on purple tones.

d) Only thoughts rush about, and fight, and welcome that restlessness.

2. In what case is a comma needed before the union?

a) Blue stars shine high in the sky and a milky white moon shines.

b) A horn blows in the yard and dogs howl to different voices.

c) The windows to the garden are raised and a cheerful autumn coolness blows from there.

d) Silence and solitude.

3. In what case is a comma not needed before the union?

a) The sun has set and it is getting dark.

b) It was freezing and behind the snowy fields, in the west, dimly shining through the clouds, the dawn turned yellow.

c) And the forests would not grow without the sun and the bread in the fields would not ripen.

d) It is blowing cold and snowing from the window.

4. In which case are punctuation marks incorrectly placed in the sentence?

a) Love knows no fear, and rejects fear, and rises from the dust.

b) And why is this strange night, and why is this sleepy ship standing in a sleepy sea?

c) It sweeps and there is no end to the blizzard.

d) The snow melted and washed away the trail.

5. In which case are punctuation marks incorrectly placed in the sentence?

a) Petersburg Street aroused in me a thirst for spectacles, and the very architecture of the city inspired me with a kind of childish imperialism.

b) The comedy was staged under his direction, and he himself rehearsed with the actors.

c) A lot was said about Pushkin and something was said, little was said about Lermontov and nothing was said.

d) Someone gives me a hand, and someone smiles.