Tongue twisters for automating hard whistling sounds (Z, S, Ts)

Pure sayings starting with the letter C

Xia-Xia-Xia, Xia-Xia-Xia - they didn’t catch the crucian carp. Se-se-se, se-se-se - everyone caught crucian carp. Si-si-si, si-si-si - there are crucian carp in the pond. Xia-Xia-Xia, Xia-Xia-Xia - I wish I could catch a crucian carp! Sa-sa-sa, sa-sa-sa - oh-oh-oh the wasp is flying! Sy-sy-sy, sy-sy-sy - we are not afraid of wasps! Su-su-su, su-su-su - which of you saw the wasp? Sy-sy-sy, sy-sy-sy - we didn’t see a wasp. Sa-sa-sa, sa-sa-sa - guess where the wasp is. Sa-sa-sa: there is a wasp on the table. Su-su-su: we are not afraid of the wasp. Sy-sy-sy: the sting of the wasp is sharp. Se-se-se: let's give jelly to the wasp.

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Forms of sigmatism

Sigmatism is a defect in the pronunciation of hissing and whistling sounds, in our case “s”. There are 4 forms of violation.

The first is sigmatism itself, when “s” is absent from speech.

The second is parasigmatism, that is, when “s” is replaced with another sound.

Variants of parasigmatism:

• on “f” - labiodental;
• on “t” - toothed;
• on "sh" - hissing.

The third is the distortion of the “s” sound. There are several options: interdental (the child has a lisp, instead of “s” you hear “sh”), lateral (instead of “s” you hear “lkh”) and nasal (instead of “s” you hear a grunting or snoring sound, vowels are pronounced in a nasal voice).

The fourth is softening the hard sound “s”. It turns out like this: instead of the syllable “sa” - “sya”, “so” - “syo”, “su” - “syu”, “s” - “sya”.

Automating the C sound in words

1. Oh, the entryway, the entryway, sleepy Senya came out into the entryway, and in the entryway Senya stumbled and somersaulted through the vice. 2. It was fun on the slide for Sana, Sonya and Yegorka, but Marusya didn’t ride - she was afraid to fall into the snow. 3. Stepan has sour cream, curdled milk and cottage cheese, seven kopecks - a tuesok (a birch bark jar with a tight lid and a bracket or bow in it). 4. Sanya is taking his sleigh up the hill. 5. We sat down in seven sleighs, seven to a sleigh. Sanya was driving down the hill, and Sanya was riding a sleigh. 6. There are dryers for Prosha, Vasyusha and Antosha. Two more dryings for Nyusha and Petrusha. 7. Grandma bought beads for Marusya, but at the market the granny tripped over a goose. All the beads were pecked by the geese. 8. Sasha loves sushi, Sonya loves cheesecakes. 9. Sasha walked along the highway and sucked on a dryer. 10. Sasha walked along the highway, carried a dryer on a pole, and sucked on the dryer. 11. Senya was carrying a cart of hay. 12. Senya and Sanya have a catfish with a mustache in their nets. 13. Senka is carrying Sanka and Sonya on a sled; Sleigh jump - off Senka's feet, Sanka's side, Sonya's forehead. 14. Kostya mows hay for Senya, Senya carries hay in the canopy. 15. Senya carries hay in the canopy; Senya will sleep on the hay. 16. Elephants are smart, elephants are meek, elephants are calm and strong. 17. Titmouse, titmouse - sister to the sparrow. 18. The bridge of the nose does not move from nose to nose. 19. There’s a tit on the knitting needle, the tit can’t sleep. 20. Senya, Seryozha and Sasha have soot on their noses, necks, ears and cheeks (f, s, w, sch) 21. Grishka asks Sasha: “Does the swift have a wife with a haircut?” (f, s, w). 22. There is forty forty on the nose of a rhinoceros. 23. Raisa has a sister Larisa, Larisa has a sister Raisa. 24. Tosya, don’t carry soda in the sieve. 25. The badger carried the dry branch. 26. Have fun, Savely, stir the hay. 27. The wasp does not have whiskers, not whiskers, but antennae. 28. Osa is barefoot and without a belt. 29. Slava ate lard, but there was not enough lard. 30. The post on the pavement is empty - Senya the guard is on strike. 31. Styopa brought colorful sparkles to the sisters at the crossroads. 32. Alesya sat down, her legs hanging off the stove, don’t laugh, Alesya, but warm yourself on the stove. 33. Anos took him to sow oats. I sowed oats. The oats are born. Anos came, cut the oats, tied the oats, threshed the oats, Anos picked the oats down to the grain, took away a cartload of oats. 34. The birch is rooty, crooked at the root, gnarled at the middle, and tall at the top. 35. A goat walks with a side-eyed goat, a goat walks with a barefoot goat (k, s). 36. A scythe-goat walked with a scythe; a scythe goat came with a scythe (k, s). 37. Does not want to mow with a scythe; says: “Scythe braid” (k, s). 38. Mower Kasyan mows obliquely. Kasyan the mower will not mow. 39. The scythe hare sits behind the sedge-grass, looks with a scythe, as a girl with a scythe mows the grass with a scythe. 40. The mower mowed, carried a scythe. Mow, scythe, while there is dew, away with the dew - mow home. The scythe mows smoothly, the scythe loves the spatula, the spatula is sand, the scythe is a pie. 41. Vasya mowed ripe oats with a mower. 42. In the field, the flight of millet fields, Frosya takes out the weeds (I. Demyanov). 43. The chicken is bright and colorful, the duck is flat on its toe. 44. Ruff, gudgeon, sturgeon, stellate sturgeon are happy to meet each other. Sukhina E.I. 45. Sysoy has a mustache from his nose to his waist. 46. ​​Father-in-law has a nose and mustache in dough. 47. A stay-at-home neighbor has a restless neighbor, a restless neighbor has a stay-at-home neighbor. 48. The daughter-in-law scurries from sheaf to sheaf. 49. Not all Lenas in the universe are cheerful. 50. Don’t sit on a pug dog - it will bite.

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Sasha Russian 10/16/2020

Sasha Russian 10/16/2020

Umochka

(the story is based on real events)

There was another thunderous sound not far away. Judging by the sound - a large-caliber mortar. Umochka has already learned to distinguish them. Mina whistles the nasty cold wind through the broken window. The shells from the big guns howl and groan protractedly, getting louder every second, like a rapidly approaching train. At first, she tried to count the gaps, distant and close, but there were so many of them, and they all merged into such a continuous, continuous roar that she quickly became confused. Then she decided to count only those blows that hit their house. Today I counted eight already. However, only for today or together with yesterday - Umochka did not know, because she began counting from the moment she woke up. And although the short, fleeting oblivion that periodically engulfed her could not be called sleep, from time to time she plunged into a state of slight detachment and alienation, into which she managed to rest a little. What was there on the street - morning, evening or deep night - was unknown.

There was absolute darkness in the basement, there was never electricity here, all the candles had burned out, the flashlight and phone were dead, and she didn’t know how to make a lamp from a piece of bandage or gauze soaked in vegetable oil, as my mother did. And the oil has run out.

— Umochka, I’ll run home and come back. Guess your feet are already frozen. Stay here and don't even think about leaving. If you hear someone sneaking, blow out the smoker and sit quietly, understand?

“Mommy, I want to eat...” Umochka sobbed, ready to cry.

Mom hugged her close so as not to show her tears.

“I’ll come now and bring you something to eat.” And I’ll take your blanket with the donkeys...

- Mommy, just don’t go to Gorlovka without me...

- Certainly. We'll leave together... Sit quietly, I'll be there soon.

And she ran away without wasting precious minutes.

Mom always called her that - Umochka. Less often - just Smart Girl or Lenochka. Already at the age of five, she counted to a thousand, knew the multiplication table by heart, and herself read an old book of fairy tales by the Brothers Grimm, which had been collecting dust in the closet for many years, recently found and now loved. Well, isn't she smart? If she had been able to go to school last year, she would definitely have become an excellent student. But the school was broken up in the summer. The black holes of its torn out windows looked at the mutilated city, as if asking in desperate surprise: “Will no one come here?”

Mom left a long time ago. For the third day, Umochka sat alone in the black, damp basement on an old couch and waited. It’s cold and scary... The old blanket did not warm her well, but her salvation was the sudden thaw that temporarily drove the slushy winter out of the city. I really wanted to eat. The last time she ate stale oatmeal cookies was when her mother was still around and since she ran away to Gorlovka, Umochka hasn’t had a crumb in her mouth. I wanted to drink even more. The water in the bottle ran out, there was nowhere to get a new one. Several times Umochka tried to get out of the dungeon, run to the next entrance, to the fifth floor, to her room, but the shelling did not stop for a minute. Moreover, she was obedient and, having promised to sit and wait, she had to sit and wait.

At first, she called her mother continuously, although she understood that Gorlovka was far away, and, of course, her mother would not hear her. She quickly became hoarse and now sat quietly, without tears, cold, exhausted, exhausted, listening to the monstrous cacophony of sounds.

“Mom will come back,” she thought. “She can’t leave me here alone?”

Machine guns chirped, the sound of which she also learned to distinguish perfectly. A deafening, howling ninth blow was heard very close, then some kind of nasty noise, reminiscent of the rustling of dry leaves driven by the wind. This new sound was as ominous as the others, so Umochka ducked her head under the saving torn blanket and whined:

- Ma-a-ma-a!!.

Nobody heard her. There was not a soul in the house, located on the outskirts. Everyone who could left him, grabbed their simple belongings and drove away from death and destruction. Even their neighbor, lonely Aunt Lyuba, who initially sat with them, took advantage of the short lull a week ago and also ran away to Gorlovka.

- We need to get out of here. There seems to be no point... It will only get worse further,” she told her mother.

- Where to tick? And on what? Taxi drivers won’t give you a ride for any money... No one will stand in front of bullets.

- So, leave on foot. It’s only seven or eight kilometers to Gorlovka, to the outskirts. You can get there. It seems like shops are still open there.

- What about the roads? It's still being shot through. And it’s not easy in Gorlovka. They say the creatures will iron her no less than ours. Out of the frying pan into the fire?..

Aunt Lyuba sighed and crossed herself.

Then she went to get water and never returned. Mom said that she knew for sure that Aunt Lyuba had finally made it to the neighboring town, and was now sitting in a warm, bright apartment, waiting for them. Then Umochka realized that in order not to return to this basement, she needed to go to Gorlovka. So Aunt Lyuba stayed there. And mom too.

Above, the most powerful and brutal shelling of all that the cities of Donbass experienced continued for the sixth day. Even Donetsk has never seen anything like this. Little Uglegorsk was destroyed mercilessly and mercilessly, along with its few remaining inhabitants. Everything that was fired: large-caliber mortars, heavy howitzers, Grads, Hurricanes - flew into the city. For the sixth day, the unfortunate people were killed for their lack of national consciousness and the presence of separatism. People died in their houses and apartments, in cellars and basements without hope of salvation, not understanding by the verdict of what universal court and in the name of what peace they, ordinary hard workers, were being massacred by the country that just a few months ago they considered theirs. The victims numbered in the dozens, the wounded died without first aid, and the dead could not be buried. For many, due to many days of nervous tension, the instinct of self-preservation disappeared: unable to withstand the colossal stress, people lost their minds, rushed out of their shelters into the streets, cursing, in fruitless attempts to find the killers of their relatives, and died immediately, from shrapnel or bullets.

Eight days ago, on January 28, units of the DPR army began an attack on the city, with the goal of squeezing out the local abscess of punitive battalions and regular units of the Armed Forces of Ukraine, which were daily shelling Gorlovka and Yenakievo, creating a springboard for an attack on Debaltseve - the largest railway junction, from where Ukrainian artillery took out the Uglik and hit it without rest. The Debaltsevo sack was tightening more and more, the question of dismembering and destroying the eight-thousand-strong group was now a matter of time, which, however, had to be rushed in order to avoid attempts to relieve the blockade.

The offensive was approaching its climax: advanced mechanized brigades entered Uglegorsk by February 5th. It became clear that it could not be held, the militia had already cleared out the few destroyed areas and individual streets, but it was still possible to inflict maximum damage on the city and turn it into ruins. That’s why Ukrainian “Grads” attacked Debaltsevo around the clock, almost without stopping all these days, and still achieved great success - the city center ceased to exist.

Umochka, of course, did not know all this, just as she did not know that a minute ago, from the impact of a mine, their entrance folded and collapsed. She sat in an impenetrably dark basement, trying to keep warm, wrapped in a dirty blanket, and waited for her mother. Her sensitive hearing noticed that the continuous hum had disappeared, that intervals appeared between explosions, sometimes quite large, so that she managed to count to thirty. The intensity of the shelling was dropping, which was a good sign. But now, to these familiar sounds, another one was added - a water pipe in the dungeon burst, and water slowly but inexorably began to flood the rooms and corridors. Now Umochka could get drunk. She stood up, found the ill-fated pipe by sound and touch and placed her palms under the icy stream. Mom never allowed her to drink water and milk from the refrigerator, and now, in order not to catch a cold, she drank in small sips. The water was tasteless, with the taste of damp sawdust, but it was water. Cold and real.

The shots almost fell silent, only somewhere not far away machine gun fire rattled like annoying rattles. Human voices were heard. Soldiers! She couldn't hear the whole conversation, but she guessed that they were looking for someone. Maybe her? Umochka pressed herself against the wet wall and froze like a mouse.

Two militiamen, black from smoke and soot, deaf from endless shots and explosions, mortally tired from the endless battle, made their way through the broken courtyard of a destroyed five-story building between piles of garbage, fragments of brick, plaster and broken glass.

“Thank God, at least there’s no one here,” said one of them, stocky, with a dark, thick beard, hoarsely.

— House on the outskirts. So they all disappeared. But the sniper is around here somewhere, I'm sure. They were screwing around from here.

- If I were from here, we wouldn’t be standing here anymore...

- OK. Let's go to the stairs. Let's go through everything and go back... Look, - a fighter with a neat, thin, barely noticeable whitish scar on his left cheekbone pointed with a machine gun at a corpse cut by brick chips at the entrance with a small wound on the chest, already soaked and dry with blood.

The bearded man swore:

- Fuck, I'm already riveted to collect them.

They came closer.

“Beautiful,” the one with the scar noted, and wiped his face with the sleeve of his jacket, so that the whitish stripe became more clearly visible. - Come on, beard, to the floor, and then we’ll take her away. Pick up some bread. It will come in handy... There will be no time to eat today.

The stocky man picked up a piece of wood that was lying nearby, put it in his pocket, and they stomped up the stairs.

There's no one on the floor. We quickly went downstairs.

- How are we going to drag it? — The bearded man was trying out what to grab onto.

- Arms, legs are intact, and okay... Wait, maybe she has a bookmark? Although... it doesn't seem like it. She was recently killed. When would it be mined? Stop! She probably went down to the basement... Do you have a flashlight?

The bearded man silently took out a flashlight from his bag and adjusted the unloading. “It doesn’t take much intelligence to lay a bookmark,” he thought, but said nothing and carefully began to descend the steep stairs down into the gaping black interior.

Umochka could barely breathe from fear, and the soldier meandered through the low corridors, entered the room where she had been waiting for her mother for the last few days, snatched an empty couch from the impenetrable darkness and cursed again - the flashlight “died.”

“Damn, I left the night light in the bek, what the hell will you see now. If dill is somewhere here, I’m not a survivor,” a thought flashed through his mind.

- Hey, is there anyone? - he called without enthusiasm and listened. He didn’t catch anything except the sound of water and began to feel his way out into the street. To add insult to injury, water had penetrated into his worn-out boots, and he was now guaranteed to catch a cold, he knew that for sure.

“There’s no one there,” he reported, rising to the surface and hitting the flashlight with his palm, trying to revive it. - Why isn’t Petrovich calving? For the second week I’ve been asking him to give me normal shoes, everything “later” and “they don’t have your size”! What am I, a hero?

- Petrovich was killed the day before yesterday...

- What are you talking about?!

“I didn’t see it,” they said at headquarters. Okay... - Marked repeated again, shaking off memories and fatigue. - No time. There's a blanket lying around. Come on, wrap it up, it will be easier... Turn it around, otherwise you’ll get the goats dirty and then you won’t be able to wash it off...

- Those are not goats, but donkeys. My daughter has the same ones.

- Damn it.

They wrapped the corpse and carried it towards the torn up road.

“It’s not the job of reconnaissance to carry two hundred,” the bearded man groaned, squelching his wet boots. - Eh, my back is ugly...

- Get it, beard. We also need to have time to sort out the locals to Gorlovka while it’s quiet.

The voices disappeared into a slushy gray haze. The soldiers left. Umochka heard little from the fragments of phrases, did not understand anything, but the guys mentioned Gorlovka. Maybe they'll take her there?

The water had already completely filled the cement floor and was still rising. Now there was nowhere to hide from her. Umochka found her mother’s forgotten folded bag of documents on the table next to the couch, put it under her arm and walked towards the exit, constantly bumping into trash, intertwining pipes and boxes under her feet. The flashlight blinded her, and there was still a glare in her eyes, which had not seen light for several days, but she still quickly found the steep steps and climbed out.

The world greeted her with a gloomy, hopeless sky without the sun, dirt and dampness. The yard was unrecognizable. There are piles of broken bricks, twisted iron, wood chips and glass everywhere. The house was destroyed, only the skeletons of shabby walls stuck out here and there, like ugly stalagmites stretching their tentacles towards the lead clouds. He lay on the crater-scarred ground like a huge, ugly garbage heap, in which now it would be impossible to find a book by the Brothers Grimm. Umochka was ready to cry, but at that moment the noise of a sea of ​​people and the snorting of turning buses was heard from the side of the road. Gorlovka is probably somewhere there. Or maybe her mother came back to pick her up? She ran as fast as she could to the discordant crowd of former residents of Uglegorsk that had gathered near the bus stop.

The city was dead. With his last breath, he pushed out of his dungeons and cellars these lucky ones (or unfortunate ones), whom he managed to shelter from all-pervasive death, became numb and frozen. Life stopped in him. If it had been big, like Donetsk or Lugansk, perhaps it would have survived these days and survived. But Uglik was tiny, nondescript, unremarkable in anything except its hardworking inhabitants. Just a few days of brutal fighting turned him into a ghost.

There were armored vehicles. Three more large military trucks arrived. Umochka ran up to the people. Nobody paid attention to her. Here and there muffled sobs were heard interspersed with hubbub and bustle. Knots, bales, checkered, colorful shuttle bags were visible everywhere - a symbol of poverty and suffering, children, teenagers, old men and women, cats, dogs, parrots, even aquarium fish in a three-liter jar. People for whom their past life ended and a new one began immediately, at a broken stop, hurried to get away from the explosions, taking with them what they could take, leaving the rest in memories.

Mom was nowhere to be found. A militiaman with a scar, noticing a girl in a dirty cream jacket, approached her, pulled an apple out of his pocket, and squatted down:

- Hold it.

Then he asked:

- What is your name?

Umochka plucked up courage, took the apple and said, barely audible:

- Smart girl.

- Umochka... Where are your parents? - and without waiting for an answer, he straightened up and asked loudly:

- Whose child?

An explosion was heard several blocks away, then another one - louder and closer. The ground shook, and remnants of glass fell from some intact windows nearby—a new shelling began. People at the bus stop panicked, women began to sob loudly.

- Get in the back, quickly! - Bullseye barked, pushing a man in a leather jacket standing next to him towards the truck.

Someone lay down in the frozen mud. The soldiers lifted them up with shouts for their mother, for those who didn’t help, with kicks, and pushed them towards the cars. The rest began, without wasting a second, to load into the transport.

Umochka, afraid that she would be abandoned, began to cry and said as firmly as possible:

— I need to go to Gorlovka. My mother is waiting for me there.

The nearest bus was full, but Marked was not at a loss - he picked her up and handed her into the arms of a woman in an expensive fur coat sitting by the door.

- Take it. You will figure out on the spot that...

Then he tapped on the glass and waved his hands, signaling to the driver:

- Drive fast! It's coming here now! Fast! Fast!

Shaking its dirty sides, the bus rushed along the muddy road to the west.

Umochka was sitting on the lap of an unfamiliar woman, trying to ask her about something, but because of the hubbub she heard nothing. She looked out the window at the black fields and rare, wounded trees floating past, which seemed to be waving their bare branches after her and wishing her a good journey, eating an apple and counting the passing tanks from the clanging of caterpillars on the opposite side.

She was on her way to her mother.

Notes:

* Night light - night vision device (NVD).

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2. The linoleum faded and faded, faded and faded.
3. It is not clear whether the shares are liquid or illiquid.
4. Do you have taxable grace?
5. - Is this colonialism? - No, this is not colonialism, but neo-colonialism!
6. Depilated fillet paraded at the fildepers defile.
7. Once there was a case in distant Macau: a koala macaque was dipping in cocoa, a koala was lazily lapping cocoa, a koala was dipping, a koala was dipping.