Eh, for a long time I was going to talk a little about another children's writer, whose poems and fairy tales I (and it should be noted, not just me) really like. But, after another viewing of the cartoon “And Mother Will Forgive Me” by my son, I finally decided to do it. Maybe there will be other admirers of this poem and the cartoon of the same name!?
Emma Moshkovskaya ranks in children's literature special place. And although during her lifetime she was not fully blessed with the rays of fame, now her work is finally beginning to be recognized and many consider her a unique, original children's poetess.
Her first poems were published in 1961 in the magazines “Murzilka”, “Counselor” and “Pioneer”. After her first publications, Samuel Marshak noticed her: “Emma Moshkovskaya is one of the most gifted young poets writing for children. She has the main thing you need children's poet: genuine, not feigned, cheerfulness, the ability to play with children without adjusting to them.” K. Chukovsky also had an equally high opinion of her work. The first collection of her poems was published in 1962. Five years later she was accepted into the Writers' Union. IN total she published more than 20 poetry collections, which also included fairy tales written by her.
Her poems are written in such childish language that it seems as if they were invented by Small child, not an adult poetess.
I'll start right away with our favorite: 
I offended my mother
Now never, never
We won't leave the house together,
We won’t go anywhere with her.
She won't wave at the window,
And I won't wave to her,
She won't tell anything
And I won't tell her...
I'll take the bag by the shoulders,
I'll find a piece of bread
Find me a stronger stick,
I'll go, I'll go to the taiga!
I will follow the trail
I will look for ore
And through the stormy river
Let's go build bridges!
And I will be the main boss,
And I'll be with a beard,
And I will always be sad
And so silent...
And then it will be a winter evening,
And many years will pass,
And then onto the jet plane
Mom will take the ticket.
And on my birthday
That plane will fly in,
And mom will come out from there,
And mom will forgive me.
there is also a cartoon
There are also cartoons:
“Day of Riddles” (film, 1987), text author
“Cunning Old Ladies” (film, 1980), screenwriter
“Chicken Checkered” (film, 1978), screenwriter
“Clown” (film, 1977), screenwriter
“The Goat and His Grief” (film, 1976), screenwriter
“Why does the lion have a big mane?” (film, 1976), screenwriter
“Hippopotamus” (film, 1975), screenwriter
“And Mom will forgive me” (film, 1975), based on a poem by E. Moshkovskaya
“The Goat and the Donkey” (film, 1974), screenwriter
“Poems and Fairy Tales”, “Give a Crocodile”, “Dreams of Summer”, “Happy Island”, “One Hundred Guys - kindergarten"", "Grandfather Tree", "Good News", "I Sing", "Greedy", "Book for a Friend", "We Play School", "Pure Song", "Walk with Father", "We Play Shop ", "Who is the kindest", "Cheerful wind", "The sun washes itself", " Polite word", "Once upon a time there was a Gray Goat in the world", "A house was built for everyone", "Forward looking", "Shadow and day", "I will draw the sun", "How frogs learned to croak", "Fun store", "Gifts in park”, “Where the sun sets”, “The finch has warmed up”, “The earth is spinning!”, “I love it when it’s morning”, “Listen, it’s raining!”, “Isn’t it time for a lesson?”, “Uncle Shar”.
Surely you know all these books: 
The dog walked along the alley and chewed a large bun... - we bought this book one of the first. The folding book, by the way, is still alive. Really like. Simple and fun. Every time we discuss the action of a puppy who did not want to share his bun. 
"Grandfather Tree"
At Grandfather Tree's
Good hands -
Large
Greens
Kind hands...
Some kind of bird
He's fussing in his hands.
Some kind of bird
Sits on shoulders.
Grandfather Tree is so nice -
Squirrel shakes with a huge hand...
The bug rushed
And sat down
And swayed
And I admired everything
and I admired everything.
The dragonflies came rushing
And they rocked too.
And the midges came rushing,
And the midges swayed.
And all the waxwings
In a feather bed
Laughed, swayed,
They swayed and whistled!
Grandfather Tree picked up the bees
And he sat it on the palm of his hand...
Grandfather Tree has kind hands -
Large
Greens
Kind hands...
There are probably a hundred of them...
Or one hundred twenty-five...
To rock everyone!
To rock everyone!
Polite word 
Http://funforkids.ru/diafilm/179/01.jpg-here you can watch the filmstrip
A fairy tale in verse by Emma Moshkovskaya.
“Nothing comes so easily to us and is valued so dearly as human communication.” A Human communication implies politeness. Help little man This fairy tale will help you consolidate the knowledge received from your parents in this difficult science.
“Oh, what words there were!
And aren't we
Have they been forgotten?
IF YOU…
ALLOW ME…
They have long since been eaten by moths!
But please…
SORRY…
I could have saved them!”
Save, remember, consume.
Age: 3 - 6 years.
The theater is opening!
Everything is getting ready for the start!
Tickets available
For a polite word.
At three o'clock the cash register opened,
A lot of people gathered,
Even the Hedgehog is elderly
Came in a little alive...
Come on over,
Hedgehog, Hedgehog!
You've got a ticket
In which row?
Closer to me:
See bad,
Well, thank you!
Well, I'll go.
The sheep says:
- I have one place!
Here is my THANK YOU -
Good word.
Duck:
- Quack!
First row!
For me and for the guys! -
And the duck got it
GOOD MORNING.
And the deer:
- Good afternoon!
Unless you're too lazy,
Dear cashier,
I would really like to ask
Me, my wife and daughter
In the second row
Give me the best places
Here's mine
PLEASE! -
Yard Dog says:
- Look what he brought!
Here is my HEALTHY -
A polite word.
Polite word?
Don't you have another?
I see
In your mouth
HELLO.
And it’s GREAT! Give it up!
Quit! Quit!
- Please! Please!
We get tickets -
Eight! Eight!
We ask for eight
Goats, Elks,
GRATITUDE
We bring it to you.
And suddenly
Pushing
old women,
Starikov,
Petukhov,
Barsukov...
Suddenly Clubfoot burst in,
Squeezing off the tails and paws,
Knocked an elderly hare...
Cashier, give me a ticket!
- Your polite word?
- I do not have that.
- Oh, you don’t have that?
Don't get a ticket.
- I have a ticket!
- No and no.
- I have a ticket!
No and no,
don't knock is my answer.
Don't growl is my advice.
Don't knock, don't growl,
Goodbye, hello.
The cashier didn't give me anything!
The clubfoot began to cry,
And he left with tears,
And he came to his furry mother.
Mom spanked lightly
Clubfoot son
And took it out of the chest of drawers
Something very polite...
Unfolded
And shook it
And sneezed
And sighed:
Oh, what words there were!
And aren't we
Have they been forgotten?
If you please...
ALLOW ME...
They've been eaten by moths a long time ago!
But please...
SORRY...
I could have saved them!
Poor PLEASE
What's left of him?
This word
Golden.
This word
I'll patch it up! -
Alive and alive
I put it down
Two patches...
Everything is fine!
One-two!
all words
Washed it well
Gave the bear cub:
Goodbye,
Before JUMPING
AND BEFORE THE TUMBLING,
I RESPECT YOU VERY MUCH...
And a dozen in reserve.
Here, dear son,
And always carry it with you!
The theater is opening!
Everything is ready for the beginning!
Tickets available
For your polite word!
This is the second call!
Teddy bear with all his might
Runs up to the cash register...
GOODBYE! HELLO!
GOOD NIGHT! AND DAWN!
WONDERFUL DAWN
And the cashier gives tickets -
Not one, but three!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
HOUSEWARMING!
LET ME HUG YOU!
And the cashier gives tickets -
Not one, but five.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I INVITE YOU TO ME!
And the cashier is delighted
Stand on your head!
And to the cashier / At full strength
I really want to sing:
"Very-very-very-very-
Very polite Bear!"
THANKFUL!
I'M SORRY!
Good guy!
- I'm trying.
- What a clever girl!
Here comes the Bear!
And she's worried
And glows with happiness!
Hello,
Ursa!
You know,
Ursa,
Your son is a nice bear,
Even we can't believe it!
Why can't I believe it? -
The Bear speaks. -
My son is great!
Goodbye!
I went into my grievance
And he said that I would not go out.
I'll never go out
I will live in it all the years!
And offended
I did not see
Not a flower, not a bush...
And offended
I offended
And a puppy and a cat...
I ate the pie in frustration
And offended I lay down,
And I slept in it for two hours,
I open my eyes...
And she's gone somewhere!
But I didn’t want to look!
Moshkovskaya herself studied vocals as a child and subsequently after graduating from college. Gnesins worked in the Arkhangelsk Philharmonic. This left an imprint on her further work. The characters in the poems do not hide their feelings, they express them loudly and openly.
I'm loud
I sing
about your leg
I sing
about the shoe,
I sing
just! 
The children's world that Moshkovskaya depicts in her poems is full of genuine joy, endless happiness and, of course, miracles. Broken toys incredibly become whole again, broken vases and cups glue themselves together, and mom never gets angry. (Oh, if only it were like this for real) Her children's characters are active, resourceful and inventive. For example, in the poem “Once upon a time there lived a little man,” the hero finds 12 planks and wants to build a house out of them, but there is only enough material for a porch. But he does not despair, and the construction is completed in the most miraculous way. The roof becomes the sky, one of the walls becomes a “curly forest”. “It’s good that there weren’t enough boards, but anyone can come and visit, and the owner will be happy to see anyone.
Moszkowska's poems are full of life and energy. Each of them is a unique poetic discovery.
All around -
snow.
And on the hill -
No!
The rooks saw it.
Everyone screams
Like a sailor from a ship:
- Earth!
Gradually the heroes of her poems grow. New and new joys appear in their lives: first friends, first books, school... The baby is growing up, but in his soul he still, like Moshkovskaya herself, remains the same child. And with him remains a bunch of treasures that are more valuable than anything in the world of adults: more important than money, knowledge.
Kosarev Matvey
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Municipal state educational institution
Average comprehensive school № 3
Cities of Asha, Chelyabinsk region
ABSTRACT
"Children's poetess
Emma Moshkovskaya"
Completed by: Kosarev Matvey Student 2A class
2012
1.BIOGRAPHY 3
2.CREATIVITY OF EMMA MOSHKOWSKA 5
3.POEM 6
BIBLIOGRAPHICAL LIST
- BIOGRAPHY
Emma Efraimovna Moshkovskaya (1926 - 1981) was born in Moscow. Father's brothers - famous polar pilot Yakov Moshkovsky, founder of Russian pharmacology Mikhail Mashkovsky. As the poetess herself recalled, the family was very friendly and hardworking. The girl was surrounded by an atmosphere of love, cordiality, and mutual understanding.
Emma Moshkovskaya with early age began to show extraordinary vocal abilities, so after graduating from school she chose the State Musical Institute pedagogical school named after the Gnessins. After graduating from college, she worked for three years as an assigned soloist of the Arkhangelsk Philharmonic. Returning home, Emma Moshkovskaya entered the opera and choral studio at the Moscow Conservatory. ABOUT literary career I didn’t even think about it, although I was seriously interested in poetry and wrote poetry. Often these were friendly epigrams, comic texts for drinking songs of familiar bards.
In 1960, Emma Moshkovskaya decided to send several of her poems to the editorial board. children's magazine"Murzilka". To her surprise, they were not only printed, but even received highly appreciated Marshak and Chukovsky, who predicted a great future for the aspiring author. In addition to “Murzilka,” Emma Moshkovskaya collaborated with the magazines “Pioneer” and “Counselor,” and 1962 became a turning point for her - the poetess released her first collection of poems for children, “Uncle Shar.”
She quickly became a very popular author - publishing houses published two or three of her books per year. In addition to poetry, Emma Moshkovskaya tried her hand as a prose writer, playwright, and translator. Having become a member of the Writers' Union, she decided to end her musical career, devoting herself entirely to literature.
In the 70s, Emma Moshkovskaya replenished her creative treasury with several scripts for animated films, as well as two gramophone records with recordings of poetry. Her new books continued to be a big hit with young readers. To be fair, it must be said that the poetess’s style of versification - deliberately childish, almost colloquial - often aroused criticism from her colleagues: once the Krokodil magazine even published a rather poisonous parody of Viktor Zavadsky’s poem “Cows Chew.” In addition, Emma Moshkovskaya began to increasingly feel a complete breakdown due to growing health problems. Last years In her life, she practically did not compose anything new - she completed and edited poems she had once begun, which later became the basis for the posthumous collections “Good News” and “Grandfather Tree”.
Over the past years, interest in the poetess’s work has not weakened at all: books are actively being republished, her poems, fairy tales, and stories continue to be translated into different languages world, and songs based on poems by Emma Moshkovskaya, written by Soviet composers, are still performed by the “stars” of Russian pop and rock music.
The secret of this enduring success was formulated many years ago by Samuel Marshak: “She has the main thing that a children’s poet needs: genuine, not feigned, cheerfulness, the ability to play with children without adjusting to them.” It’s just a pity that “adults” still remain unpublished lyrical works who EmmaMoshkovskaya wrote throughout her short but vibrant life.
- THE WORK OF EMMA MOSHKOWSKA
Poems for children: "Angina",
"April",
"Bulldog",
"Spring Arithmetic",
"Everyone put on fur coats" and others.
Books for children:
"Give me a crocodile"
"Dreams of Summer"
"Happy Island"
"One Hundred Children - Kindergarten"
"Grandfather Tree"
"Good news"
"I sing",
"Greedy" and others.
Records and audiobooks:
“Once upon a time there was a Little Gray Goat in the world,”
"Once upon a time there was Work".
Cartoons:
"Day of Riddles"
"Cunning old ladies"
"Clown",
"The Goat and His Grief"
"Hippopotamus"
"And my mother will forgive me"
"Goat and Donkey".
- POEM
Emma Efraimovna Moshkovskaya (1926-1981) - Russian children's writer and poet. She graduated from the Gnessin Music and Pedagogical College (1954) in vocal class, and worked at the Arkhangelsk Philharmonic.
In 1960, Emma Moshkovskaya decided to send several of her poems to the editors of the children's magazine “Murzilka”. To her surprise, they were not only published, but even received high praise from Marshak and Chukovsky, who predicted a great future for the aspiring author. “Emma Moszkowska is one of the most gifted young poets writing for children. She has the main thing that a children’s poet needs: genuine, not feigned, gaiety, the ability to play with children without adjusting to them.” Samuel Marshak
Moshkovskaya's favorite hero is a little romantic, for whom the world full of adventures and wonders. “I’m afraid, And the forest is afraid - It freezes and hides... Don’t worry, forest! Don’t be afraid - I’m here.”
The first collection of her poems was published in 1962. Five years later she was accepted into the Writers' Union. In total, she published more than 20 poetry collections, which also included fairy tales written by her.
Short and easy-to-learn poems will tell about moral values about what is good or bad. Emma Moshkovskaya has poems for very young and older preschoolers.
Thank you for your attention!
Poems about March for children
March-protalnik
March took off Mother Winter's fur coat,
And he shone with thawed patches,
And he danced drop by drop in silence.
The cockerel shouted to us about spring.
And in the light of days, in the darkness of nights
Suddenly the arable land began to breathe,
On the plumage of rooks
The arable land has become similar.
I look, jubilantly, into the blue
And I invite the rooks to visit us.
M. Sukhorukova
March
Loose snow darkens in March,
The ice on the window is melting.
Bunny running around the desk
And according to the map on the wall.
S. Marshak
March
As soon as the snow disappeared,
The guys went into the forest.
March sends greetings to everyone
And with it - a bouquet of snowdrops!
To Berestov
Spring song
The snow is no longer the same, it has turned black in the field.
The ice on the lakes cracked, as if it had been split.
The clouds are moving faster, the sky has become higher,
The sparrow chirped more cheerfully on the roof.
The stitches and paths are getting blacker every day,
And on the willows the earrings glow like silver.
S. Marshak
The picture is clear - spring has come
What's happened? What's the matter?
The sky suddenly turned blue
And the evil colds rushed away...
There are drops and puddles in the yard...
Who is to blame for this?
Well, of course, the month of March!
I. Pivovarova
Drops
There was a drop hanging on the nose of an evil owl in the forest,
Another drop in height on the plane's tail,
And the third - grab the ray, it’s about to fall from the cloud.
And what is shining in the eyes of the girl on skis?
Of course, this is not a tear, but simply a drop from the roof.
G. Gorbovsky
March
All the snowstorms have died down, and the frosts are not crackling.
Drops dripped from the roofs and icicles hung in a row.
March days have become more fun and warmer
In our garden, in the alleys, thawed patches are already visible.
V. Alferov
Spring Tale
The fish hit the ice together.
And ice began to drift on the river.
V. Berestov
The ice has broken
What's happened? What happened there?
Something big moved...
And it creaked and rustled,
And it groaned and walked...
Something is going on somewhere...
The ice has broken!
E. Moshkovskaya
Sparrow
In a gray patched vest
A sparrow sits on a branch
Swings on a branch.
The cold weather is ending.
Brown snow melts on the roof.
Well, the sun is getting higher.
Having survived the winter cold,
Sparrow shouts: “I’m alive!”
E. Avdienko
Solstice
Every day - every minute
The day is longer - the night is shorter.
Slowly, little by little
Drive winter away!
B. Berestov
Snowdrops
The sun has warmed the Christmas trees, the pines and fallen trees,
The first snowdrops boldly entered the clearing.
These spring days have straightened up and blossomed
Children are tender earths - to everyone's surprise.
They stand on a thawed patch, sway in the wind,
Like stars are shining, they smile at the forest.
Sometimes it rains and snowflakes fall,
And the snowdrops are blooming and making the world happy.
G. Ladonshchikov
March
The sun rises higher in March
Its rays are hot.
Soon the roof will be dripping,
The rooks will scream in the garden.
S. Marshak
Icicle
Gurgling in drops,
The icicle cried:
I wanted to sit higher
I wanted to climb onto the roof.
I stepped on the cornice -
And I'm afraid to fall down!
N. Polyakova
Spring song
The light drops told about spring,
Early in the morning they sang cheerfully about spring:
Spring! Spring! Spring is coming!
She brings warmth and light!
If the roofs are leaking and there are snowdrifts below,
So, the sun is hot, put away your skis!
A sparrow perked up high above the roof:
Today I will hear about spring before anyone else.
N. Vinogradova
Spring
Spring hurried to the river,
To slide on the skating rink.
Stepped onto solid ice floes -
The river depths opened up.
Spring hastened to the clearing,
Pick up snow in your palms,
Fluff, tender snowflakes -
And the snowdrop opened.
E. Moshkovskaya
How glorious it is to live in the world,
Especially in spring!
I'm walking and the warm wind
Like a forest, it runs after me.
The top of my head has thawed
At the bald hillock,
And it smells like fresh shavings
From the collective farm yard!
A. Logunov
Mother's day
Here is a snowdrop in a clearing,
I found it.
I'll take the snowdrop to mom,
Although it didn't bloom.
And me with the flower so tenderly
Mom hugged
That my snowdrop has opened
From her warmth.
G. Vieru
Winter gives way to spring
Moshkovskaya Emma EfraimovnaApril 15, 1926
She received the profession of an opera singer, but all her life she wrote poetry for children.
Emma Efraimovna Moshkovskaya Russian children's writer and poetess was born in Moscow on April 15, 1926. In 1954 she graduated from the Gnessin Music and Pedagogical College, majoring in vocals (mezzo-soprano). She worked at the Arkhangelsk Philharmonic, then at the opera and choral studio at the Moscow Conservatory.
In 1961, Moshkovskaya’s first poems were published in the magazines “Murzilka”, “Pioneer”, “Counselor”. Her poems were immediately received positive reviews from S. Ya. Marshak and K. I. Chukovsky. In 1962, Emma Efraimovna released her first collection of poems for children, Uncle Shar. It was followed by more than 20 collections of poems and fairy tales for preschool and junior school age. In 1967, Emma Moshkovskaya became a member of the Writers' Union.
In addition to poetry, she wrote prose, fairy tales, and did translations. The poems have been translated into different languages of the world. Many of them became songs (“Deuce”, “Window”, “Tarators”). Songs based on Moshkovskaya’s poems can still be heard performed by the “stars” of Russian pop and rock music (for example, Fyodor Chistyakov and Sergei Mazaev).
“There are some songbirds that don’t care about anything. It's cold, and she's chirping. Rain, nasty weather, but she tweets. Put her in a cage and she will chirp carefreely there too. What and how she tweets is indifferent. The main thing is to tweet, tweet and tweet.
From the outside, Emma Moshkovskaya might have seemed like this songbird. Moreover, she was a singer by profession. And her poems seemed to flow onto the paper word by word, line by line by themselves. Emma wrote a lot and, at first glance, easily. In fact, her life was not sweet, and you couldn’t call her a carefree songbird. It’s just that all of Moshkovskaya’s poems, even the not entirely successful ones, have always been real poetry that you breathe in like air.”
Leonid Yakhnin
There's a bulldog coming
Two pairs of legs
The nose will be flattened,
Tail chopped off
They gave it to his neck
big
medals.
There's a bulldog coming
There's a bulldog coming
The owner is holding a leash.
The mistress is a minor,
On it -
Panama summer.
The wind blew her panama hat away!
Behind Panama
We need to go straight
Award-winning bulldog
From Panama
Pulls to the side
Pulls to the side
Pulls to the side
He pulls out the leash!..
Panama,
Panama,
Rolled straight into a puddle.
Panama,
Panama,
What will our mother say?..
There's a bulldog coming
There's a bulldog coming
The bulldog rings with medals.
The bulldog is so ugly
So clumsy!
Medals,
Medals,
His medals shine
Medals,
Medals,
Why were they given them?..
? With. 37 Remember the work of Sasha Cherny “The Diary of Fox Mickey”, which you read in the textbook. Through whose eyes is the world seen in that text? On whose behalf is the story being told?
And on whose behalf was Emma Moszkowska’s poem written?
“The Diary of Mickey the Fox Terrier” is written on behalf of the fox terrier Mickey and the world in it is shown through the eyes of a dog.
Emma Moszkowska's poem is written from the point of view of a moth.
? Who woke up the moth? What lines in the first part of the poem helped you guess? What was the moth sitting on and why did it get hot? What does he call
“sun in a warm bubble”? Who and what objects does a moth see from the height of its flight? Support your answer with lines from the text.
? And who and what is he looking at up close? Who does the moth like to watch the most? Which lines show this?
The moth was awakened by the inhabitants of the room where he lived, or rather by schoolchildren who “... turned on the sun and spent a long time learning lessons.” An ordinary light bulb seems to a moth like “the sun in a warm bubble.” From the height of its flight, the moth sees not only children learning their lessons, but also a grandmother knitting a stocking, a little girl playing with dolls - a “granddaughter”, a mother with donuts. However, most of all the moth loves children doing their homework: “How I love your faces! // I look at them for a long time...", "...I dance for you", "...I am curious! I would know what you are going through right now!” Ask the guys, have they ever paid attention to the “dance” of moths around the evening light bulb? Can you imagine that moths don’t just fly to the fire, but want to better see people’s faces, watch what they are doing, show their love by dancing to people?
? Do you think the poet managed to show the world from the point of view of a moth? What qualities do you need to have to make this happen?
- Unusual world it turns out when everything around seems animated and alive to a person,” said Masha.
Did Emma Moszkowska convincingly describe the moth, its curiosity, its love for those living nearby? Is the poet observant? Does she have a good imagination?
After all, these are precisely the qualities that allow you to see the world around you as alive and extraordinary.