Essay on the topic: night, description of the night. Description of a moonlit night from different books

At night, the human world comes to a standstill. One by one, the windows of the houses go out, the streets and roads become empty. Lonely lanterns illuminate small islands of space.

There is darkness all around, and myriads of stars light up in the sky. Closer to midnight, the sky brightens in one place, a pale glow gradually flares up. After a few minutes it appears full moon, on which even from the ground you can see strange drawings created by the relief of its surface. Some people see a human face there, some strange animals, or something else.

As the moon rises, it becomes so light that you can easily distinguish the silhouettes of houses, trees, even individual leaves on them. And their clear shadow falls on the ground. The entire night world appears before us as if covered with silver paint.

And, despite the fact that most people sleep soundly at night, night life in nature continues. In summer, crickets do not stop talking until dawn. Go out to night walk cats, they quickly and silently sneak past unnoticed by human eye. Somewhere in the garden a hedgehog rustles in the bushes. A flock breaks from the roof bats. And night predators hunt in the forest -

Cats and owls.

It’s usually so quiet at night that rare distant sounds - people’s voices, dogs barking, creaking doors - can be heard as if they were very close.

A special decoration of night nature is the lunar path on ponds. It stretches from the horizon in the place over which the moon floats, all the way to the shore. It seems that the waves themselves bring light there. And around the path there are calm and dark waters. This is a favorite landscape of many artists and photographers.

The night is mesmerizing and inspiring. Each of us has at least once admired its mysterious beauty, sung by artists of all times as magical time reflection, relaxation, creative inspiration and love.

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At night, the human world comes to a standstill. One by one, the windows of the houses go out, the streets and roads become empty. Lonely lanterns illuminate small islands of space.

There is darkness all around, and myriads of stars light up in the sky. Closer to midnight, the sky brightens in one place, a pale glow gradually flares up. A few minutes later the full moon appears, on which strange patterns created by the relief of its surface are visible even from the ground. Some people see a human face there, some strange animals, or something else.

As the moon rises, it becomes so light that you can easily distinguish the silhouettes of houses, trees, even individual leaves on them. And their clear shadow falls on the ground. The entire night world appears before us as if covered with silver paint.

And, despite the fact that most people sleep soundly at night, night life in nature continues. In summer, crickets do not stop talking until dawn. Cats go out for a night walk, they quickly and silently sneak past unnoticed by the human eye. Somewhere in the garden a hedgehog rustles in the bushes. A flock of bats breaks from the roof. And in the forest, night predators hunt - cats and owls.

It’s usually so quiet at night that rare distant sounds - people’s voices, dogs barking, creaking doors - can be heard as if they were very close.

A special decoration of night nature is the lunar path on ponds. It stretches from the horizon in the place over which the moon floats, all the way to the shore. It seems that the waves themselves bring light there. And around the path there are calm and dark waters. This is a favorite landscape of many artists and photographers.

The night is mesmerizing and inspiring. Each of us has at least once admired its mysterious beauty, sung by artists of all times as a magical time of reflection, relaxation, creative inspiration and love.

The night in the village is quiet and serene. After the noise of city streets, the brightness of neon signs and the smog that covers the sky, you find yourself in the kingdom of nature. Only the lanterns near the houses glow in the darkness. Suddenly you notice a huge bowl of the sky above your head, you see chains bright stars, you hear the voices of animals and birds.

At night in the village it’s good to dream and be sad. Here, especially in the fall, in bad weather, it’s so nice that you are in a warm, cozy home. Nowhere does it feel warmer home, as in a village, a step away from the forest, from the field, loneliness and cold, where there are few people.

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Essay on the topic of night, description of the night

At night, the human world comes to a standstill. One by one, the windows of the houses go out, the streets and roads become empty. Lonely lanterns illuminate small islands of space.

There is darkness all around, and myriads of stars light up in the sky. Closer to midnight, the sky brightens in one place, a pale glow gradually flares up. A few minutes later the full moon appears, on which strange patterns created by the relief of its surface are visible even from the ground. Some people see a human face there, some strange animals, or something else.

As the moon rises, it becomes so light that you can easily distinguish the silhouettes of houses, trees, even individual leaves on them. And their clear shadow falls on the ground. The entire night world appears before us as if covered with silver paint.

And despite the fact that most people sleep soundly at night, night life continues in nature. In summer, crickets do not stop talking until dawn. Cats go out for a night walk, they quickly and silently sneak past unnoticed by the human eye. Somewhere in the garden a hedgehog rustles in the bushes. A flock of flying birds breaks off from the roof

mice. And in the forest, night predators hunt - cats and owls.

It’s usually so quiet at night that rare distant sounds - people’s voices, dogs barking, creaking doors - can be heard as if they were very close.

A special decoration of night nature is the lunar path on ponds. It stretches from the horizon in the place over which the moon floats, all the way to the shore. It seems that the waves themselves bring light there. And around the path there are calm and dark waters. This is a favorite landscape of many artists and photographers.

The night is mesmerizing and inspiring. Each of us has at least once admired its mysterious beauty, sung by artists of all times as a magical time of reflection, relaxation, creative inspiration and love.

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