Easter book for children [Stories and poems by Russian writers and poets] Anthology
How the sun shines bright
How the sun shines bright
How the sun shines brightly,
How bright the depths of the sky are,
How fun and loud
The bells are ringing.
Silently in God's temples
They sing “Christ is Risen!”
And the sounds of a wondrous song
They reach the sky.
Alexey Pleshcheev
SUN. Usually people who shrug their shoulders when they hear about werewolves or lightning casters think that it is quite clear why the Sun shines. Even high school students seem to know how, in essence, our Sun “simply” works: a huge plasma ball, in the depths of
The sun of faith The sun of life-giving faith Illuminates the field of life, Eclipsing the heat of anxiety. Wise precepts of God In the hour of heartfelt reproach - Measure for a painful conscience. The sun of life-giving faith In the darkness of spiritual bad weather Gently warms the heart, But severely burns In the blindness of a sinner
Earth and sun Earth and sun, Fields and forest - Everyone praises God: Christ is risen! In the smile of the blue Living heavens there is still the same joy: Christ is risen! The enmity has disappeared, And the fear has disappeared. There is no more anger - Christ is risen! How wonderful are the sounds of the Holy words, in which one hears: Christ
The Sun In the official structure of the state religion of the Incas, the Sun traditionally headed the current pantheon. As the divine ancestor of the Inca dynasty, the Sun played a dominant role within this structure and was associated with supremacy and power
Sun Confucius, wandering around the East, noticed two boys arguing and asked what they were arguing about. “I believe that the sun is closer to people when it just rises, and further from them when it reaches the zenith,” said the first boy. - And he believes that the sun is further away when only
The Sun and the Moon The Sun and the Moon initially illuminated the earth equally brightly and strongly. But Luna wanted to take precedence. - Lord! - she said. - It’s not good that the light of the sun is equal to my light, since no one can now distinguish the Sun from the Moon. - Good! - said the Almighty. -
5. The sun rises, and the sun sets, and hastens to its place where it rises. But in the life of nature, as well as in the life of humanity, there is constant change. And here everything moves, everything flows, but not forward, but around, therefore, always in the same way
91.Sun In the name of Allah, the All-Merciful and Merciful!1. I swear by the sun and its radiance!2. I swear by the moon when it moves after him,3. I swear by the day when it illuminates the world,4. I swear by the night when it covers the world,5. I swear by heaven and by Him who erected it,6. I swear by the earth and the One
11. Believing in the Sun You've hit a classic roadblock: the feeling that nothing is working, that time is being wasted in prayer, or even perhaps a feeling of humiliation that you can't present God with anything other than some formless, hopelessly empty prayer. . And so
Bright red cow And God turned to Moses and Aaron: “Tell the children of Israel to bring to you a bright red cow without any blemish and so that it has not previously been under a yoke.” And let Eliazar take her outside the camp, slaughter her, take her blood and anoint her with his finger seven times
What is this book about? They prepare for the bright holiday of Easter in advance; it is decorated with many good traditions: Easter cakes are baked and blessed, eggs are painted. At Easter, we rush to visit our loved ones in the hope of bringing not only gifts and holiday treats, but, most importantly, a piece of this amazing holiday - a piece of Heaven. And the heavenly impulse of Easter, in its spontaneity, is felt much better than us by our children. They always take part in pre-holiday preparations with keen interest. This book contains the best poems and stories by Russian writers about the Feast of Holidays, suitable for children's reading. The poems collected in the publication are perfect for learning with children, and the stories will help every family spend happy hours reading them together. This is a wonderful opportunity to create a festive atmosphere at home and feel the “holidays, the Celebration and the Celebration of festivities.” Who is this book for? This wonderfully illustrated book is a wonderful gift not only for children, but also for adults, who have often forgotten how to enjoy life in the simplicity of their hearts. Why did we decide to publish this book? Because in preparations for the main Christian holiday, we must not forget about the little things that create a bright and warm atmosphere in the house, especially if there are children in this house. After all, children feel the joy of Easter more sensitively than we do, but for them, also more than for us, what we consider insignificant little things is important. Children will remember the minutes spent reading wonderful stories and poems from this book for a long time, and adults will be able to briefly return to childhood and remember what it means to enjoy simple things. Celebrate the holidays with joy! Christ is Risen!
How the sun shines bright
How the sun shines brightly,
How bright the depths of the sky are,
How fun and loud
The bells are ringing.
Silently in God's temples
They sing “Christ is Risen!”
And the sounds of a wondrous song
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In 2020
Poems about Easter
Christ is risen!
Everywhere the gospel is buzzing,
People are pouring out of all the churches.
The dawn is already looking from the sky...
The snow has already been removed from the fields,
And the rivers break from their shackles,
And the nearby forest is greener...
Christ is risen! Christ is risen!
The earth is waking up
And the fields are dressed,
Spring is coming, full of miracles!
Christ is risen! Christ is risen!
(A. Maikov)
How the sun shines brightly...
How the sun shines brightly,
How bright the depths of the sky are,
How fun and loud
The bells are ringing.
Silently in God's temples
They sing “Christ is Risen!”
And the sounds of a wondrous song
They reach the sky.
(A. Pleshcheev)
Resurrection of Christ
On Easter Day, playing joyfully,
The lark flew high,
And in the blue sky, disappearing,
He sang the song of resurrection.
And they repeated that song loudly
And the steppe, and the hill, and the dark forest.
"Wake up, earth,–
they were broadcasting –
Wake up: Your King, your God has risen!
Wake up, mountains, valleys, rivers,
Praise the Lord from Heaven.
He has conquered death forever
–
Wake up, you too, green forest.
Snowdrop, silver lily of the valley,
Violet–
bloom again
And send up a fragrant hymn
To Him whose commandment–
Love".
(Princess E. Gorchakova)
Thanks to You, the Risen One!
Thanks to You, the Risen One!
The night has passed, and a new dawn
Let the world usher in renewal
There is grief in the hearts of people.
Praise the Lord from Heaven
And sing incessantly:
The world of His miracles is filled
And glory unspeakable.
Praise the host of Ethereal Forces
And Angelic faces:
From the darkness of the mournful graves
A great light shone.
Praise the Lord from Heaven,
Hills, cliffs, mountains!
Hosanna! The fear of death has disappeared
Our eyes brighten.
Praise God, far away seas
And the ocean is endless!
May all sorrow be silenced
And the murmur is hopeless!
Praise the Lord from Heaven
And praise, people!
Christ is risen!
Christ is risen!
And trampled death forever!
( Grand Duke K.K. Romanov)
Christ is Risen
Christ is Risen! People are brothers!
Each other in warm arms
Hurry up to joyfully accept!
Forget quarrels, insults,
Yes, the bright holiday of Sunday
Nothing will overshadow.
Christ is Risen! Hell trembles
And the sun of eternal truth shines
Above the renewed earth:
And the whole universe is warmed
A ray of Divine light.
Taste joy and peace.
Christ is Risen! Holy day!..
Thunder in all corners of the universe
Unceasing praise to the Creator!
Sorrows and sorrows have passed,
The shackles of sin fell from them,
The soul recoiled from evil.
(V. Bazhanov)
Easter announcement
The dormant bell
Woke up the fields
Smiled at the sun
Sleepy land.
The blows came
To the blue skies
It rings loudly
Voice through the forests.
Hidden behind the river
Pale moon
She ran loudly
Frisky wave.
Quiet Valley
Drives away sleep
Somewhere down the road
The ringing stops.
(S. Yesenin)
Blagovest
I was waiting for him with understandable impatience,
Keeping holy delight in my soul,
And through the harmony of prayer singing
He shook me with the thunder of the sky.
Since ancient times the good news has been broadcast over the Russian land
The prophet spoke to us about heaven with his voice;
So a ray of sunshine in springtime
Nature's path to prosperity was illuminated.
To you, O God, to your throne,
Where is the truth, the Truth is brighter than our words,
I follow the path according to Your word,
What do I hear through the ringing of bells?
(K. Balmont)
Christ is risen! Again at dawn...
Christ is risen! Again at dawn
The shadow of the long night is thinning,
Again lit above the ground
A new day for a new life.
The thickets of the forest are still turning black;
Still in its damp shadow,
Lakes stand like mirrors
And breathe the freshness of the night;
Still in the blue valleys
The fogs are floating... But look:
Already burning on mountain ice floes
Fiery rays of dawn!
They are still shining on high.
Unattainable like a dream
Where the voices of the earth fall silent
And beauty is immaculate.
But, getting closer every hour
Because of the reddening peaks,
They will sparkle, flaring up,
And into the darkness of the forests, and into the depths of the valleys;
They will rise in the desired beauty
And they will announce from the heights of heaven,
That the promised day has come,
That God has truly risen!
(I. Bunin)
To the tune of Easter prayers...
To the tune of Easter prayers
And to the sound of bells
Spring is flying to us from far away,
From the midday regions.
In green attire
The dark forests are gloomy,
The sky shines like the sea,
Sea–
exactly heaven.
Pines in green velvet,
And fragrant resin
Along the scaly columns
It flowed like amber.
And in our garden today
I noticed how secretly
The lily of the valley made Christ
With a white-winged moth
Drops are dripping loudly
Near our window.
The birds sang merrily.
Easter has come to visit us.
( K. Feofanov)
Christ is risen! Starlings sing...
Christ is risen! Starlings sing
And, awakening, the steppes rejoice.
In the snow, murmuring streams run
And with a ringing laugh they quickly tear
Chained in winter.
The dark forest is still thoughtful,
Not believing the happiness of waking up.
Wake up! Sing the song of Sunday
–
Christ is risen!
Christ is risen! In love's rays
The gloomy cold of sorrow will disappear,
Let joy reign in our hearts
Both those who are old and those who are young!
Covenant of the blissful Heavens
The song of Sunday sounds to us,
Love, and happiness, and forgiveness,
–
Christ is risen!
(V. Ladyzhensky)
Christ is risen!
Christ is risen! He, the King of the Worlds,
Lord of mighty kings,
He
–
all humility, all
–
Love,
For a sinful world, holy blood
Shed like a redeeming angel!
Christ is risen! He gave people
The covenant of holy forgiveness,
He gave mercy to the fallen
And for holy beliefs
He ordered him to suffer as he himself suffered!
Christ is risen! He announced
That all people on earth
–
brothers,
He renewed the world with love,
He forgave his enemies on the cross,
And he opened his arms to us!
Christ is risen! Christ is risen!
May these joyful sounds
Like angels singing from heaven,
They will dispel anger, sorrow, torment!
Let us unite all brotherly hands,
Let's hug everyone! Christ is risen!
(K. Roche)
Christ is Risen!!! Life triumphs!
In the spring, when it’s so blissful
Nature's awakening
The heart trembles joyfully
Christ's Resurrection!
The whole world is filled with joy,
Rejoices with the heavens:
Christ is risen! Hell is defeated!
Death has no power over us!
The sun is playing, the forest has come to life,
Birds' trills rush upward;
Spring is coming! Christ is risen!
And life triumphs!
(L. Gromova ■ )
Waiting for the holiday
Not allowed to lie in bed
The sun's warm rays
And a wonderful sweet smell, –
Easter cakes smell like honey.
And, without even taking off my pajamas,
I ran to the kitchen.
Mom paints the testicles there,
Looks tenderly at me:
–
Good morning, son,
You slept for a long time today!
Would you like a piece of Easter cake?
You can, you're small.
I answered: –
Interesting,
What does my age have to do with it?
I want to be with everyone
Break your fast with Easter cake!
Mommy hugged me:
–
You are already quite big!
So we, son,
We'll take it with us to the temple at night.
Smiling at my dear mother,
I was beaming with happiness all over,
I will shout today in the temple
Loudest of all: CHRIST IS RISEN!
(L. Gromova ■ )
Christ is risen! – just two words...
Christ is risen!
–
just two words
But how much grace there is in them!
We are unearthly bliss again
Illuminated in your hearts.
Sorrows and sufferings are forgotten,
Grief and need are forgotten,
The groans and murmurs fell silent,
Envy and enmity have disappeared...
(P. Potekhin)
All faces are shining with joy...
All faces are shining with joy,
Hearts are free from passions...
They have such a miraculous effect
Holy words on people!..
Christ is risen!..
Oh sacred moment!..
O miracle, above all miracles,
What were there in the universe!..
Christ is risen!
Christ is risen!
(P. Potekhin)
Sing songs to Happy Easter!
Sing songs to Happy Easter!
This day is the most beautiful of all days!
You knock on my door.
Easter cakes are already waiting for you.
I'm waiting for you on a spring day,
On Holy Sunday.
And it will remind you of a cross in the sky,
That He is Truly Risen!
I wish you inspiration
On the day of the Holy Ascension.
Glow like the sky
Your blue eyes.
Happiness –
it's very simple.
You and me. The stars are above us.
We are on the same road
We are returning home.
And towards people, people
They shout to us: He is risen! Oh, miracle!
Easter cakes are shining in the house,
Krashenki and three candles.
Holy holiday
How easy it is for my soul!
My heart is full of tenderness!
All the worries and doubts
We've flown far away!
Peace fills my soul,
Joy shines in the eyes,
And, as if, in heaven
The sun is shining brighter!...
People are brothers! Arrived
Great day, day of salvation!
Happy Sunday
God of righteousness, God of strength!...
Away from us enmity and malice!
Let's forget everything! We'll forgive everything!
Let us honor with reconciliation
Today is the day of the Risen One from the grave!
He was not malicious, did not take revenge, -
But with fatherly love
With His all-honorable blood
He washed us the unworthy...
He is risen! - The time will come
Sundays for us too...
We don't know this hour...
Why don’t we throw off the burden of sins?
Why don't we think about it?
With what in the moment of rebirth
From insignificance and decay,
Will we stand before Christ?...
He is risen! Abode of Paradise
Reopened to people...
But there is only one way to get there:
Life is sinless, holy!
(Protopresbyter V. Bazhanov)
The royal doors are open before us...
The royal doors are open before us,
Holy fire shines from the candle...
The circle was again placed in the temple
Colored eggs, Easter cakes,
It's still dark, but the sun is shining,
Plays with all the colors of heaven.
And we joyfully repeat to each other:
"Christ is risen!".
“Truly risen!”
(Priest V. Shamonin)
Easter
–
Christ is risen! Truly risen!
The Easter bell rises to heaven,
And in our souls from early morning
The lamp of peace and goodness is burning.
How I want to believe at this hour,
That God has touched each of us.
And, having thrown off the nightmare burden of sins from the shoulders,
Murdered Rus' has risen...
(D. Popov)
Easter
On Christ's Sunday
All the people are having fun.
Let today be a bright holiday
He will soon enter every home.
Everyone will say “Christ is Risen!”
Your soul will feel better
Everyone will be happy on this holiday!
Glory to the sun and spring!
Holy Easter
Night of Holy Hymn,
How fragrant spring is!
–
Holiday of Bright Sunday
Peace dawns on souls.
What was prophesied has come true!
And no one believed –
believed.
Oh, Divine mercy!
–
The doors to Heaven are open.
The people gathered in prayer.
Happy faces everywhere.
Merry bell ringing
Over my native capital!
(
G. Savelyeva)
Christ is risen!
Earth and sun
Fields and forest
–
Everyone praises God:
Christ is risen!
In the blue smile
Living skies
Still the same joy:
Christ is risen!
The enmity has disappeared
And the fear disappeared.
No more anger
–
Christ is risen!
How wonderful are the sounds
Holy words
In which you can hear:
Christ is risen!
Earth and sun
Fields and forest
–
Everyone praises God:
Christ is risen!
(L. Charskaya)
Bells
The booming sounds of bells
Fly away into the firmament of heaven
For the meadows, for the free steppes,
For the dense dark forest.
A billion sounds of joy
A singing wave is pouring...
All the wonderful, sweet moments
The Easter night is full,
In them, in those sounds, there is a moment of forgiveness,
Vain malice –
end.
Boundless humility
And love's golden crown,
In them–
endless prayers,
Wonderful words of hymns.
They contain eternal sadness and tears
Washed away by the blood of the Divine.
There is a mysterious delight in them
And the holy delight of heaven,
In them the Immortal and the Only
God has truly risen!
(L. Charskaya)
Moscow before Easter
There are two weeks left until Easter;
The trees and bushes have already turned green,
Church domes burn in the sun,
Moscow is all glowing from warm, clear days.
Green, gold, blue,
So ancient and yet young,
Against the background of blossoming foliage,
The domes of my Moscow are shining.
They have seen and know so much
And with pride they rise above the past
Their four, three and five goals
On the eve of the holiday bells.
It will soon smell like Easter cake and Easter,
Spring will paint the city with new colors,
Moscow streets, emphasizing the comfort,
The Easter bells will ring.
( E. Olenina)
On the eve of Christ's Resurrection
April. Good Friday. Moscow.
Everything is quiet in anticipation of Easter.
The fragrant foliage got wet from the rains,
Spring evening mutes the colors.
Doubt and anxiety leave the soul,
Repentance comes, revelation comes,
And I ask God the most holy,
On the eve of Christ's Resurrection.