An owl flew - a cheerful head; So she flew, flew, and then sat down, turned her head, looked around
This is not a fairy tale, this is a saying, but a fairy tale lies ahead.
Spring and winter have come and well, drive it with the sun and bake it, and call the grass-ant out of the ground; The grass poured out and ran out into the sun to look, and brought out the first flowers - snow flowers: blue and white, blue-scarlet and yellow-gray.
Migratory birds reached out from across the sea: geese and swans, cranes and herons, waders and ducks, songbirds and a titmouse. Everyone flocked to us in Rus' to build nests and live with families. So they dispersed to their own lands: through the steppes, through forests, through swamps, along streams.
The crane stands alone in the field, looks around, strokes its head, and thinks: “I need to get a housekeeping, build a nest and get a mistress.”
So he built a nest right next to the swamp, and in the swamp, in the hummocks, a long-nosed heron sits, sits, looks at the crane and chuckles to himself: “What a clumsy one he was born!”
Meanwhile, the crane came up with an idea: “Give me, he says, I’ll woo the heron, she has joined our family: she has a beak and is tall on her feet.” So he walked along an untrodden path through the swamp: he hoe and hoe with his feet, but his legs and tail just got stuck; when he hits his beak, his tail pulls out, and his beak gets stuck; pull out the beak - the tail will get stuck; I barely reached the heron’s hummock, looked into the reeds and asked:
Is the little heron at home?
Here she is. What do you need? - answered the heron.
“Marry me,” said the crane.
How wrong, I’ll marry you, the lanky one: you’re wearing a short dress, and you yourself walk on foot, live frugally, you’ll starve me to death in the nest!
These words seemed offensive to the crane. Silently he turned and went home: hit and miss, hit and turn.
The heron, sitting at home, thought: “Well, really, why did I refuse him, because it’s better for me to live alone? He’s of good birth, they call him a dandy, he walks with a crest; I’ll go to him.” kind word say a word."
The heron set off, but the path through the swamp is not close: first one leg gets stuck, then the other. If he pulls one out, he gets stuck in the other. The wing will be pulled out and the beak will be planted; Well, she came and said:
Crane, I'm coming for you!
No, heron,” the crane tells her, “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to marry you.” Go back where you came from!
The heron felt ashamed, she covered herself with her wing and went to her hummock; and the crane, looking after her, regretted that he had refused; So he jumped out of the nest and followed her to knead the swamp. He comes and says:
Well, so be it, heron, I’ll take you for myself.
And the heron sits there, angry and angry, and doesn’t want to talk to the crane.
“Listen, madam heron, I take you for myself,” repeated the crane.
“You take it, but I’m not going,” she answered.
There is nothing to do, the crane went home again. “So good,” he thought, “now I’ll never take her!”
The crane sat down in the grass and did not want to look in the direction where the heron lived. And she changed her mind again: “It’s better to live together than alone. I’ll go and make peace with him and marry him.”
So I went to hobble through the swamp again. The path to the crane is long, the swamp is sticky: first one leg gets stuck, then the other. The wing will be pulled out and the beak will be planted; She forcibly reached the crane’s nest and said:
Zhuronka, listen, so be it, I’m coming for you!
And the crane answered her:
Fedora won’t marry Yegor, but Fedora would marry Yegor, but Yegor won’t marry him.
Having said these words, the crane turned away. The heron has left.
The crane thought and thought and again regretted why he could not agree to take the heron for himself while she wanted it; He quickly got up and walked through the swamp again: hoe, hoe with his feet, but his legs and tail just got stuck; If he pushes his beak, if he pulls out his tail, the beak will get stuck, but if he pulls out his beak, the tail will get stuck.
This is how they follow each other to this day; the path was paved, but no beer was brewed.
The illustrations were created by V. Konashevich.
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Ikhalkova.
(born February 28 (March 13), 1913, Moscow) - writer, chairman of the Writers' Union of the RSFSR, writer, poet, fabulist, playwright, war correspondent during the Great Patriotic War, author of the text of two anthems Soviet Union and anthem Russian Federation. Sergei Mikhalkov - Hero Socialist Labor, laureate of the Lenin and Stalin Prizes, academician Russian Academy education, holder of the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called.
Born on March 13 (February 28, old style) 1913 in Moscow in the family of Vladimir Alexandrovich and Olga Mikhailovna Mikhalkova (nee Glebova).
Sergei's talent for poetry was discovered at the age of nine. His father sent several poems to his son famous poet Alexander Bezymensky, who spoke positively about them. In 1927, the family moved to the Stavropol Territory and then Sergei began to publish. In 1928, the first poem “The Road” was published in the magazine “On the Rise” (Rostov-on-Don). After graduating from school, Sergei Mikhalkov returns to Moscow and works at a weaving factory and on a geological exploration expedition. At the same time, in 1933, he became a freelancer in the letters department of the Izvestia newspaper and a member of the Moscow Writers' Group Committee. Published in magazines: “Ogonyok”, “Pioneer”, “Prozhektor”, in newspapers: “ TVNZ", "Izvestia", "Pravda". The first collection of poems is published.
In 1935 the first famous work, which has become a classic of Soviet children's literature - the poem "Uncle Styopa". In 1936, an event occurred that changed the writer’s entire life. He publishes the poem “Svetlana” in the Pravda newspaper, which Stalin liked. Sergei Mikhalkov became a member of the USSR Writers' Union in 1937 and entered the Literary Institute (1935-1937). She actively publishes, and collections of poems and fables are published.
A previously little-known Moscow writer becomes a “promoter” Soviet literature, quickly soars to the top of the literary hierarchy of the USSR. In 1939, Mikhalkov received the first Order of Lenin.
During the Great Patriotic War Mikhalkov is a correspondent for the newspapers “For the Glory of the Motherland” and “Stalin’s Falcon”. Together with the troops he retreated to Stalingrad and was shell-shocked. Awarded military orders and medals. Works on scripts for films and cartoons. The script for the film “Frontline Girlfriends” was awarded the USSR State Prize in 1942.
After the war, Mikhalkov continues literary activity, works in different genres children's literature, creates plays for children's theaters, scripts for cartoons. Based on his scripts, the following were filmed famous films like "Big space trip"(based on the play "The First Three, or the Year 2001"), "Three Plus Two" (based on the play "Savages"), "New Adventures of Puss in Boots" and others. In 1962, Mikhalkov was the author of the idea and organizer of the satirical film magazine “Fitil”. Subsequently, he actively works on creating a film magazine and writes scripts for individual episodes.
Since the 1960s Sergei Vladimirovich public figure in the field of literature. Secretary of the board of the Union of Writers of the USSR, 1st secretary of the board of the Moscow organization of the Writers' Union of the RSFSR (1965-70); Chairman of the Board of the RSFSR Joint Venture (since 1970). Was a deputy Supreme Council USSR 8-11th convocation.
Member of the Commission on Stalin Prizes in the field of literature and art under the Council of Ministers of the USSR (Resolution of the USSR Council of Ministers No. 5513 of December 4, 1949). By Resolution of the USSR Council of Ministers No. 605 of August 2, 1976, he was included in the Commission for Lenin and State Prizes of the USSR in the field of literature, art and architecture under the Council of Ministers of the USSR.
After the collapse of the USSR, Mikhalkov remained at the helm of the writers' organization. In 1992-1999 co-chairman of the Executive Committee of the Community of Writers' Unions. In 2005, the writer served as chairman of the executive committee of the International Community of Writers' Unions. By 2008, the total circulation of Sergei Mikhalkov’s books, according to various estimates, was about 300 million copies.
On March 13, 2008, on the day of the writer’s 95th birthday, Vladimir Putin signed a decree awarding Mikhalkov the Order of the Holy Apostle Andrew the First-Called - for outstanding contribution in development Russian literature, many years of creative and social activity.
S. Mikhalkov's fairy tale “The Three Little Pigs” is addressed to preschool children.
Once upon a time there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers. They are all the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful tails. Even their names were similar. The piglets' names were Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf. All summer they tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, and basked in puddles.
What do you have? Cartoon based on poems by S. Mikhalkov.
Who was sitting on the bench?
Who looked at the street
Tolya sang,
Boris was silent
Nikolai shook his leg.
Cartoons about animals.
Three cartoons based on S. Mikhalkov’s fairy tales:
"Complaisant", about the excessive care of a hare for a deer, who simply asked the hare to wake him up in half an hour.
"Friends on a Hiking" when you go on a hike, be careful who you take as friends, otherwise you will disappear, like a beaver who went on a hike with sly fox and a boar.
“I want to butt heads” about a little goat who pestered everyone with his: “I want to butt heads.” And only the small dog agreed, but not to butt, but to bite.
Fairy tales for big and small
The cartoon was created based on the following stories by Sergei Mikhalkov - “ Magic word", "Making Hare" and "Two Fat Men and a Hare". All three short stories are united by the presence permanent character, the Hare, voiced by artist Georgy Vitsin. All stories end in complete fiasco for the Hare.
Simulating hare
One day the Bear, while walking through the forest, accidentally crushed the Hare's paw. The Hare, feigning unbearable pain and torment, decided to take revenge on the Bear for past insults and, blackmailing him, settled in his house. Moreover, the Hare constantly complained of pain and chased the Bear as best he could.
However, when the Bear turned to the Fox for help, and she, having come to the house, told the Hare that the Wolf would treat him, he, like crazy, jumped out of the house. The Fox explained to the Bear that this method treatment is called “psychotherapy,” to which the Bear replies: “Yes... Live and learn.”
Two fat men and a hare
Elephant and Hippopotamus found an old car in a clearing. However, the Hare, seeing this, began to give his advice and instructions in every possible way on how to repair the car, wanting to take possession of it.
At a certain moment, the Hare still manages to pick up the car, but since the Hare cannot control the car, he has an accident, crashing the car. Being in a state of confusion, the Hare begins to walk around the clearing, holding the steering wheel of the car in one hand, and the horn in the other, which he periodically pressed. The Elephant and Hippopotamus, seeing this, sing optimistically: “We worked and worked, but we didn’t crash.”
Magic word
The boastful Hare decided to prove to his Hare that he, in his words, is “stronger than anyone in the forest.” After that, he boldly approaches the Pig and gives him a good kick. However, when the Pig frowned and was about to take revenge on the offender, he unexpectedly lay down on the ground and said the following: “I admit my mistake, they don’t beat a lying person.” The boar, perplexed, leaves.
The Hare manages to do the same with the Fox and the Wolf. However, after he performed his procedure with the Bear, he answered him with a calm expression: “I know. I'm not going to hit you. I'll whip you." After these words, the clubfoot whipped the hare with a rod. This is where the cartoon ends.
Other poems and works based on poems by S. Mikhalkov
Great ones about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.
Humboldt V.
Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without knowing shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind each poetic work of those times, a whole Universe was certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.
What do you have?
Poetry
Song of friends
We're going, we're going, we're going
To distant lands,
Good neighbors
Happy friends.
We have fun
We sing a song
And the song says
About how we live.Beauty! Beauty!
We are taking the cat with us,
Siskin, dog,
Petka the bully,
Monkey, parrot -
What a company!When we live together
What could be better!
And there's no need to quarrel
And you can love everyone.
You're on a long journey
Take your friends with you:
They will help you
And it's more fun with them.Beauty! Beauty!
We are taking the cat with us,
Siskin, dog,
Petka the bully,
Monkey, parrot -
What a company!We drove, we sang,
And with a funny song
All together, as best we could,
We arrived home.
The sun was shining for us,
The wind blew around us;
It wasn't boring on the way,
And everyone sang:- Beauty! Beauty!
We are taking the cat with us,
Siskin, dog,
Petka the bully,
Monkey, parrot -
What a company!Trezor
hung on the doors
Lock.
I was locked up
Puppy.Everybody left
And one
In the house
They locked him up.We left Trezor
Unattended
Without supervision
And so the puppy
I screwed up everything I could.I tore the doll's dress,
He tore out a tuft of fur from the hare,
In the corridor from under the bed
Our shoes were dragged away.I drove the cat under the bed -
The cat was left without a tail.I found a corner in the kitchen -
I climbed headlong into coal,
The black one came out - unrecognizable.
Got into the jug -
Overturned,
I almost choked
And lay down on the bed
Sleep…We are a puppy in soap and water
I washed it with a washcloth for two hours.
No way now
Let's not leave him alone!Fingers
(Counting)
And our granddaughter
Little hands,And the fingers on the hands -
Girls and boys.Fingers live together
They are called by name:Zina's finger,
Thumb Nina,
Misha, Grisha, Nikolai,
Finger Sasha,
Finger Masha,
Vova, Lyova, Ermolai.Granddaughter counts her fingers:
ONCE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
And, counting, he falls asleep,
Because he wants to sleep.Kittens
(Counting)
Listen guys
I want to tell you:
Our kittens were born -
There are exactly five of them.We decided, we wondered:
What should we name the kittens?
Finally we named them:
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE.ONCE - the kitten is the whitest,
TWO - the kitten is the bravest,
THREE - the kitten is the smartest,
And FOUR is the noisiest.
FIVE is similar to THREE and TWO -
The same tail and head
The same spot on the back,
He also sleeps all day in a basket.Our kittens are good -
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE!
Come visit us guys
Look and count.Sweet tooth
Long live the cakes!
Any. All kinds!Puff, sand,
Crispy and juicy:
Rolls, pretzels,
Curd cheesecakes,
Baskets and buns,
And pies with poppy seeds!
Seeing these sweets
Get closer to them
And eat everything you see!
Pounce and eat!Long live ice cream
It's in the cups!
On sticks, regular
With strawberry cream,
Coffee and chocolate
And the most elegant
With the name Ice Cream!Not in childhood more joy, -
Seeing these sweets
Get closer to them
And eat everything you see!
Pounce and eat!But since, without a doubt,
For this behavior
We may be punished
Unfortunately, we will have to
Read a poem
And lick your finger!What do you have?
Who was sitting on the bench?
Who looked at the street
Tolya sang,
Boris was silent
Nikolai shook his leg.It was in the evening
There was nothing to do.The jackdaw sat on the fence,
The cat climbed into the attic.
Then Borya told the guys
Just:- And I have a nail in my pocket.
And you?
- And we have a guest today.
And you?
- And we have a cat today
I gave birth to kittens yesterday.
The kittens have grown a little
But they don’t want to eat from a saucer.- And we have gas in the kitchen.
And you?
- And we have running water.
Here.- And from our window
Red Square is visible.
And from your window
Just a little bit of the street.– We walked along Neglinnaya,
We went to the boulevard
They bought us a blue one,
Pre-green red ball.- And our fire went out -
This time.
The truck brought firewood -
That's two.
And fourthly, our mother
Takes flight
Because our mother
It's called a pilot.Vova answered from the stairs:
- Is mom a pilot?
What's wrong!
Here at Kolya, for example,
Mom is a policeman.
And Tolya and Vera
Both mothers are engineers.And Lyova’s mother is a cook.
Mom is a pilot?
What's wrong!“More important than everyone else,” said Nata, “
Mom is a carriage driver,
Because up to the hooks
Mom drives two trailers.And Nina asked quietly:
– Is it bad to be a dressmaker?
Who sews panties for the boys?
Well, of course, not a pilot.A pilot flies airplanes -
This is very good.
The cook makes compotes -
It is also good.The doctor is treating us for measles,
There is a teacher at school.We need different mothers
All kinds of mothers are important.It was in the evening
There was no point in arguing.My puppy
I'm off my feet today -
My puppy is missing.
I called him for two hours,
I waited for him for two hours
Didn't sit down for lessons
And I couldn’t have lunch.This morning
Too early
The puppy jumped off the sofa,
I started walking around the room,
Jump,
Bark,
Wake everyone up.He saw a blanket -
There was nothing left to cover.
He looked into the closet -
He turned the jug of honey over.He tore my dad's poems,
Fell to the floor from the stairs.
I climbed into the glue with my front paw,
I barely got out
And disappeared...Maybe it was stolen
They took me away on a rope,
They gave me a new name,
Guard the house
Forced?Maybe he's in the dense forest
Sitting under a prickly bush,
Got lost
Looking for a home
Poor guy, does he get wet in the rain?
I didn't know what to do.
Mother said:
- Let's wait.I grieved for two hours
I didn’t pick up books,
I didn't draw anything
She just sat and waited.All of a sudden
Some scary beast
Opens the door with his paw,
Jumping over the threshold...
Who is this?
My puppy.What's happened,
If immediately
Didn't I recognize the puppy?
The nose is swollen, the eyes are invisible,
Cheek twisted
And, digging in like a needle,
A bee is buzzing on its tail.The mother said: “Close the door!”
A swarm of bees is flying towards us.All wrapped up
In bed
My puppy is lying flat
And barely wobbles
Bandaged tail.I don't run to the doctor -
I'm treating him myself.Drawing
I took a pencil and paper
I drew the road
I drew a bull on it,
And next to him is a cow.To the right is the rain, to the left is the garden,
There are fifteen points in the garden,
It's like apples are hanging
And the rain doesn’t wet them.I made the bull pink
Orange - the road,
Then there are clouds above them
I drew a little.And these clouds I then
Pierced with an arrow. That's how it should be
So that thunder comes out in the picture
And lightning over the garden.I crossed out the dots with black
And that meant
As if the wind suddenly blew -
And there are no more apples.I also made the rain longer -
He immediately burst into the garden,
But I didn't have enough ink
And the pencil broke.And I put the chair on the table
Climb as high as possible
And there I pinned the drawing,
Although he didn't come out well.About a girl who didn't eat well...
Julia doesn't eat well
Doesn't listen to anyone.
- Eat an egg, Yulechka!
- I don’t want to, mommy!
- Eat a sandwich with sausage! -
Julia covers her mouth.
- Soup?
- No…
- Cutlet?
- No… -
Yulechka's lunch is getting cold.
– What’s wrong with you, Yulechka?
- Nothing, mommy!
- Take a sip, granddaughter,
Swallow another piece!
Have pity on us, Yulechka!
- I can’t, grandma! -
Mom and grandma are in tears -
Julia is melting before our eyes!
A children's doctor appeared -
Gleb Sergeevich Pugach,
He looks sternly and angrily:
– Does Yulia have no appetite?
I just see that she
Definitely not sick!
And I'll tell you, girl:
Everyone eats -
And the beast and the bird,
From hares to kittens
Everyone in the world wants to eat.
With a crunch, the Horse chews oats.
The yard dog is gnawing on a bone.
The sparrows are pecking the grain,
Wherever they can get it,
The Elephant has breakfast in the morning -
He loves fruits.
Brown Bear licks honey.
The Mole is having dinner in the hole.
The monkey eats a banana.
Boar is looking for acorns.
The clever Swift catches a midge.
Cheese and lard
Mouse loves...
The doctor said goodbye to Yulia -
Gleb Sergeevich Pugach.
And Julia said loudly:
- Feed me, mommy!About mimosa
This is who is covered in the bed
Blankets on cotton wool?
Who lies on three pillows
In front of the food table
And, barely dressed,
Without making my bed,
Carefully washes cheeks
Boiled water?This is probably a decrepit grandfather
One hundred and fourteen years old?
No.Who, having stuffed his mouth with cake,
He says: “Where is the compote?”
Give me something
Serve it up
Do the opposite!This is probably a disabled person
Speaks?
No.
Who is this?
Why
They drag felt boots for him,
Fur mittens,
So that he can warm his hands,
So that he couldn't catch a cold
And die from the flu
If the sun shines from the sky,
What if there was no snow for six months?Maybe he's going to the Pole,
Where do bears live in the ice?
No.Take a good look -
It's just a boy, Vitya,
Mom's Vitya,
Papin Vitya
From apartment number six.This is him lying in bed
With blankets on cotton wool,
In addition to buns and cakes,
Doesn't want to eat anything.
Why?
And therefore,
As soon as he opens his eyes,
They put a thermometer on him,
Putting on shoes
Dress up
And always, at any hour,
Whatever he asks for, they carry it.If the dream is sweet in the morning -
He's in bed all day.
If the sky is cloudy -
He wears galoshes all day.Why?
And therefore,
That everything is forgiven to him,
And he lives in a new house,
Not ready for anything.Not to become a pilot,
Be a brave sailor
To lie behind a machine gun,
Drive a truck.He grows up afraid of frost,
In front of mom and dad,
Like a mimosa plant
In the botanical garden.Lapusya
I do not know what to do -
I started to be rude to the elders.Dad will say: “The door is open!”
Cover it, hero! -
I answered him angrily
I answer: “Close it yourself!”At dinner mom will say:
- Bread, honey, pass it on! -
I whisper stubbornly in response:
- I can not. Give it yourself!I love my grandmother very much
It doesn’t matter – I’m rude to her too.I really adore my grandfather
But I also object to my grandfather...I do not know what to do -
I started to be rude to the elders.
And they came to me: - Darling,
Eat quickly! The soup is getting cold!.. -
And they came to me: - Son,
Should I add another piece? -
And they came to me: - Grandson,
Lie down, baby, on your side!..I'm so appealing
I hate it, I can't stand it,
I'm seething with indignation
And that's why I'm rude.I do not know what to do -
I started to be rude to the elders.Before that I was in disarray
That I'm rude to everyone around me.
They say he got away with it.
From what hands, tell me?!Like our Lyuba...
Like our Lyuba
Teeth hurt:
Weak, fragile -
Children's, dairy...The poor thing moans all day long,
He drives his girlfriends away:
I have no time for you today!Mom feels sorry for the girl
Rinsing in a cup warms,
He doesn't take his eyes off his daughter.Papa feels sorry for Lyubochka
Glues a doll from paper -
What to do with my daughter?
To relieve toothache!Here the grandmother is busy,
Wants to give useful advice -
How they were treated in the old days.Only grandfather is calm -
He is a seasoned, old warrior,
I have been through more than one war.
He looked into his granddaughter’s mouth:
- Everything will heal before the wedding!Ships
They walk O boats at sea
Without cars and without cabins,
And they are not controlled by anyone,
And they don’t stick to the ground.Guns are made from cigarette butts
From paper - anchors.The very first of the boats
It's called "Zarya".He's from swimming from far away
All wet to the thread -
The very first of the boats,
Cigarette box.Back and forth on the slippery deck
The wet captain is walking,
Back and forth on the wet deck
A black cockroach is walking around.He watches the waves roll
And he moves his mustache,
He's heading to the nearest pier
He orders the ship to land.And the ships sail forward,
And on every ship
The captain really wants
Get to the ground quickly.And they don’t know on boats,
What's under the sun, in the heat,
This sea will soon dry up -
It will become dry in the yard.My street
This is Dad,
It's me,
This is my street.Here I am clearing the pavement,
Sweeping away litter and dust from the path,
Rotating steel brushes
A funny car is coming.
Looks like a cockchafer -
Mustache and round sides.Behind him among streams and puddles
The shower machine hums and makes noise.
Passed like a rain cloud -
The pavement glistens in the sun:
She has two cars
Washed and swept.* * *
Here on duty at any time
A familiar guard is standing there.
He controls everyone at once
Who is in front of him on the pavement?No one in the world can do that
With one movement of the hand
Stop the flow of passersby
And let the trucks pass.* * *
For a sick person
We need a doctor, we need a pharmacy.
You enter - clean and bright,
Marble and glass everywhere.Behind the glass they are in order
Flasks, jars and pots -
They contain tablets and wafers,
Drops, ointments, powders.We are not sick today
We don't need medicine.* * *
Dad sits down in front of the mirror:
- I need to get my hair cut and shaved!The old master can do everything:
He's been cutting and shaving for forty years.It's from a small closet
I quickly took out the scissors,
I wrapped my dad in a sheet,
He took the comb and stood behind the chair.
He clicked the scissors loudly,
He waved his comb once or twice,
From the back of the head to the temples
I cut a lot of hairs.
Combed the middle parting,
He took out the razor.
The soap hissed in the cup,
To make the razor shave cleaner.
The bottle snorted cheerfully
With the inscription "Cologne".Nearby a girl is getting her hair cut,
Two streams run from my eyes.
The stupid girl is crying
Tears hang on my nose -
Hairdresser with a comb
Cuts a red braid.If you decide to get a haircut,
Crying is stupid and funny!* * *
The store is like in the forest:
You can buy a fox here
Lop-eared bunny,
Snow white mouse
Green parrots -
Lovebirds in love.We didn't know what to do:
What to choose? What to buy?
- Is there a red puppy?
– Unfortunately, not yet!* * *
blue forget-me-nots,
Field bell...
-Where do these flowers grow? -
They answer: - Near Moscow!
We tore them at the edge of the forest,
Where many years ago
Shot at enemies from a cannon
Our army of soldiers.
– Give us a bouquet of flowers!.. -
One two Three! The bouquet is ready!* * *
In the alley, around the corner,
The old house is being demolished
Two-story, wooden, -
Seven apartments, all without a bathroom.
Soon here, in this place,
A building of two hundred apartments will rise -
Each has several windows
And many have their own balcony.* * *
Foreign tourists
They are waiting for the bus at the corner.
French is very clean
They are having a conversation.
Maybe not in French,
But for sure: not in Russian!Every student should
Learn someone else's language!* * *
Here come father and son.
The windows open.
Wash your hands!
Flowers - in a jug!
And the poems end.Circus
At the circus
- What's this?
– This is the CHAPITEAU circus!
- Interesting?
- Interesting!
Everyone wants to come here!
Noisy
Funny
And cramped -
There's nowhere for an apple to fall!They tell me and dad:
- Come to the third row!
Citizen, hurry up and sit down!
Your chair is number six,
Your chair is number five...
We are in a hurry to take a seat.Rope walkers
The daredevil walks, laughs,
Never stumbles.
He can't trip -
There's a rope under the dome!He can walk the tightrope
Walk like along Arbat,
Walk and turn
And run back!Juggler
Juggler Silantiev - well done:
Throws a hundred rings into the airAnd catches them one by one,
So that we clap for him.Everyone around is applauding.
- This is what sleight of hand means!Dzhigit
Who is this brave man?
He smiled at me!
Dzhigit, rider Ali-Bek
On a red horse.He gallops, standing in stirrups,
The bashlyk flies after him.
Gun in hand
Dagger in sheath -
That's why he's a horseman!First the horse takes a running start,
Then Ali-Bek shoots
And rears up
Hot horse.
But the thunder of gunfire doesn’t scare me
Neither dad nor me.Magician
The trick is simple:
The chest is empty
There is nothing in it!
Let's close it!
Let's lock it up!
Let's call it a day!
Let's turn it over!
Listen:
Who moves in it?And when the chest was opened -
Someone's wings rustled,
Someone barked merrily
And then from the chest
Appeared:
A flock of birds,
Two puffed up turkeys
Cat, rabbit and dog,
Boy with a torch in his hand.How come they all, however,
Did you find yourself in a chest?Aerialists
Look at the gymnasts
This is "THREE PETROV THREE"!Appears very rarely
This troupe of masters.
Once! – Petrov flies over the net.
Two! – Petrov caught him.
Three! - and ready to jump down,So beautiful and brave
Zoya Pavlovna Petrova -
Their beloved sister!And again under the very dome
They went up after their brother, brother.
Tomorrow's night
This troupe
Leaves for Leningrad.Trained dogs
Seven artists want to sing -
Seven artists bark in unison.Here they are walking on their hind legs
Two artists in fashionable hats.
They stumble
Squealing
The tails are shaking finely.Polkan is a good student,
Worth respect:
In a year of study he learned
Multiplication table.Any numbers he can
And subtract and add.
To those who have not learned since childhood,
It's hard to live in the world!The Bears
Lions
Every day in front of the viewer
Performing with a group of lions
In the captain's white jacket
Tamer Ivanov.Ivanov rides a lion,
Teases the predator with a whip -
The lion roars but does not bite
It hits the bars with its tail.Ivanov has a lion's habit
Studying for the fifth year -
He calmly enters the beast's mouth
He puts his left hand.
And then he kisses the lion,
He grabs the beast by the ears...Surprised
Worried
The people applaud.End.
Let's go to! It's time to go home.
We go out - it’s raining like buckets!
We'll get wet through!
But
We were at the CHAPITEAU circus.Forest Academy
(According to an old children's song)
One day in the summer, on the lawn,
Very smart cockchafer
Founded for insects
Academy of Sciences.The Academy is open!
From dawn to dawn
Forest insects
Study ABC books:A – SHARK, B – BIRCH,
C – CROW, D – THUNDERSTORM...
- Bumblebee and Fly, don’t buzz!
Calm down, Dragonfly!Repeat, don’t get confused:
D – ROAD, E – RACCOON...
Turn to the board, Grasshopper!
You sat backwards!F – CRANE or TOAD,
Z – FENCE or SNAKE...
- Don’t make Klop laugh, Komarik,
Move away from Ant!I – NEEDLE, K – NETTLE,
L - LARVA, LINDEN, MEADOW...
– Who did you set the nets for?
Get out, evil Spider!M – BEAR, MOUSE, SEA,
N is BURBT, and O is DEER...
- They don’t go to the academy
Those who are too lazy to study!P – PARSLEY,
R – CHAMOMILE,
S – BITCH or MOREL...
- Cockroach, don’t make faces!
Don't tell me, Cricket!T – GRASS, U – SNAIL,
F – VIOLET, X – FERTLE...
- After the first break
We will continue our lesson!Bugs learn the alphabet,
To become literate,
Because it's not enough -
Just crawl and fly!Woodpeckers
Woodpecker Woodpecker says:
- How much my head hurts!
Wrapped around the trunks,
So tired that I have no words!
I've been hammering and hammering all day long,
And when the day ends,
My catch is zero.
This is what happens!
Tired of wasting time!
Please advise what should I do?Woodpecker answers Woodpecker:
- You must be crazy:
"I'm tired of wasting time"!
What kind of mood?
We need to be more self-possessed
And have patience!
Without persistent hammering
Don't get bugs and midges!..The woodpecker spoke to the woodpecker,
Woodpecker cheered Woodpecker.
And again we hear a knock:
Knock-Knock…
Knock Knock…
Knock Knock…Rams
Along a steep mountain path
A black lamb was walking home
And on the hunchbacked bridge
Met a white brother.And the white lamb said:
“Brother, here’s the thing:
Two people can't get through here -
You're standing in my way."The black brother replied: “Meh,
Are you out of your mind, sheep?
Let my feet dry out
I won’t get out of your way!”One shook his horns,
He rested his other feet...
No matter how you twist your horns,
But two people can't get through.The sun is shining from above,
And the river flows below.
Early in the morning in this river
Two sheep drowned.Komar-Komarets
Announcement at the door:
"ENTRANCE FOR BIRDS AND ANIMALS."
A red cross is drawn:
Come in - the bear won't eat you!The Rooster came running to the pharmacy:
- Hello, Misha! Crow!
- What do you want, Petya-Cockerel?
- I would like a new comb!The goose entered the pharmacy sideways,
He squinted with his right eye:
– The left eye is clogged.
Do you have any drops?The Goat tumbled in behind the Goose:
- I, Toptygin, was poisoned:
Ate a bitter root.
Give me some sweeter powder!The shaggy Barbos limped:
- Who's after what, and I'm behind cotton wool!
I got a cold on my left side
I got wet in the rain yesterday.Toptygin wants to help everyone:
He advises, worries,
Boils a decoction of herbs...
Suddenly a Mosquito flew into the window!The pharmacist Mishka growled:
-Why did you fly into the window? -
Komarishka answers:
– Don’t you care?- If it were all the same,
Everyone would climb out the window!
You see the inscription at the door:
“ENTRANCE FOR BIRDS AND ANIMALS”?The mosquito gets even angrier:
- What do I need your door for?
If I'm not a bird yet
And not yet a beast.I went crazy
Mosquito-Mosquito.
Then the Duck opened its beak,
And his end came...Two cats
The cat said to the cat:
- Wipe your feet clean!
You were walking through the trash heap,
In the morning we ran around the construction site...
I don't mind accepting you
But please understand:
I'm busy today
From ears to tail -
He promised by five o'clock
The long-awaited guest is welcome.The cat answered the cat:
– I’m coming to you straight from the pier.
I won't keep you long
I’ll tell you what I saw!
The one you're waiting for
For two hours it’s like being in the navy -
Midshipman from the cruiser "Priboy"
I took it with me,
And they went on a hike.
IN long voyage your cat!- No problem! – the Cat sighed. -
Let him swim a little -
The crew will be amused...
And when he returns, it will be ours!
I mean myself -
I don’t dare judge others!The cat said to the cat:
-What are you carrying in the basket?
Interesting to see! -
The cat answered the cat:
- This is soap and washcloth.
Rub your back in the bathhouse!And the Cat said to the Cat:
- Why tell lies?
A basket would be better
At least cover it with leaves!
Cats are thinking about a bath
Like camels about sour cream,
And they need a washcloth,
Like a mouse to an elephant!
You are coming home from the market,
And in a basket - with a jar of butter!The cat said to the cat:
-Where did you get the boots?
I saw you in others
And not these expensive ones!The Cat answered the Cat:
- On my four legs
The shoemaker Cat brought it to me,
I've been wearing them for three years now!Both cats lived nearby,
But they were not friends with each other.Traffic light bum
In the forest, where everything is without rules
We've been walking so far
One day appeared
Road traffic light.From somewhere off the road
The Bear brought it.
And the animals came running
Look at the technology.And the Hedgehog started first:
- What nonsense!
Needed for traffic lights
Both current and wires.And if he doesn't
How to burn
Then we need this thing
It's not worth watching!– I agree with Hedgehog! -
The Wolf said, yawning. -