Agniya Barto
It was in January
There was a Christmas tree on the mountain,
And near this Christmas tree
Evil wolves roamed.
Once upon a time,
Sometimes at night,
When the forest is so quiet,
They meet a wolf under the mountain
Bunnies and hare.
Who wants to New Year
Fall into the clutches of the wolf!
The little bunnies rushed forward
And they jumped onto the tree.
They flattened their ears
They hung like toys.
Ten little bunnies
They hang on the tree and are silent.
The wolf was deceived.
It was in January -
He thought that on the mountain
Decorated Christmas tree.
*
Father Frost
E. Tarakhovskaya
It has grown to my eyebrows,
He got into my felt boots.
They say he is Santa Claus
And he plays pranks like a little boy!
He ruined the water tap
In our washbasin.
They say he has a beard
And he plays pranks like a little boy!
He draws on glass
Palm trees, stars, skiffs.
They say he is a hundred years old
And he plays pranks like a little boy!
*
In defense of Santa Claus
A. Barto
My brother (he has outgrown me)
Brings everyone to tears.
He told me that Santa Claus
Not Santa Claus at all!
He told me:
- Don't believe in him!
But here I am
The door opened
And suddenly I see -
Grandfather enters.
He has a beard
Dressed in a sheepskin coat,
Toe loop to the very toes!
He says:
-Where is the Christmas tree?
Do the children sleep?
With a big silver
By the bag
Costs,
Covered with snow,
In a fluffy hat
Grandfather.
And the older brother
Secretly repeats:
- Yes, this is our neighbor!
How can you not see: the nose is similar!
Both arms and back!
I answer: - Well, then!
And you look like your grandmother,
But you are not her!
*
What is New Year?
It's the other way around:
Christmas trees are growing in the room,
Squirrels don’t gnaw cones,
Hares next to a wolf
On a prickly tree!
The rain is also not easy,
It's golden on New Year's Day,
It shines as much as it can,
Doesn't wet anyone
Even Santa Claus
No one's nose stings.
*
Winter before the holiday
For a green Christmas tree
White dress herself
I sewed it without a needle.
Shaked it off White snow
Christmas tree with a bow
And stands more beautiful than everyone else
In a green dress.
To her green color to the face,
Elka knows this.
How is she on New Year's Eve?
Well dressed!
*
DECEMBER
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, like in a fairy tale,
The frost paved the way overnight,
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
In the morning I stopped crying,
She breathed and came to life.
Its needles tremble a little,
The lights lit up on the branches.
Like a ladder, like a Christmas tree
The lights shoot up.
Firecrackers sparkle with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Reached the top of the head
The bravest light.
A year has passed like yesterday.
Above Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower is striking
Fireworks - twelve times.
*
FIRST SNOW
Look at this, guys.
Everything was covered with cotton wool!
And in response there was laughter:
- It was the first snow.
Only Lyuba disagrees:
- This is not a snowball at all -
Santa Claus brushed his teeth
And he scattered the powder.
*
The real secret
Y. Moritz
The Christmas tree is decorated, the pie is sighing,
The bell started playing and the puppy jumped up,
I pulled the lock and was rooted to the threshold!
I couldn’t say a word, I was silent
And he mumbled something inaudible at the door:
Still would! Live Santa Claus has appeared!
I kiss my grandfather! And suddenly I notice
There are many wonderful things about the old man:
Firstly, for some reason the old man is wearing a wig,
And secondly, his nose is made of cardboard,
And thirdly, a biting and impudent puppy
He lay down good-naturedly at the old man's feet,
Which is very strange for such a little dog!
I see Santa Claus on his felt boots
The patch that Grandma Rose
Yesterday I sewed it on my brother’s felt boots.
Hooray! - it's time to scream and jump,
I know the whole truth because yesterday
I gave my slipper for this patch!
But it’s fun, fun and wonderful for me,
Therefore, it is inappropriate to break the secret!
I will give a gift to my older brother:
Not a word about the nose, the wig and the patch,
I don’t recognize him at all now!
He is mistaken for Santa Claus
And dad, and mom, and grandma Rose,
And every boy sliding on a sled,
And a janitor with a shovel standing in a snowdrift,
And everyone who sees the snow shining
The cherry bag is over his shoulder!
He gave me a real telescope,
Then the real New Year came,
Which means he was the real Santa Claus,
And the fact that he is my real elder brother,
So this is my first real secret!
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.
"It was in January..."
It was in January
There was a Christmas tree on the mountain,
And near this Christmas tree
Evil wolves roamed.
Once upon a time
Sometimes at night,
When the forest is so quiet,
They meet a wolf under the mountain
Bunnies and hare.
Who's up for the New Year?
Fall into the clutches of the wolf!
The little bunnies rushed forward
And they jumped onto the tree.
They flattened their ears
They hung like toys.
Ten little bunnies
They hang on the tree and are silent -
The wolf was deceived.
It was in January -
He thought that on the mountain
Decorated Christmas tree.
A. Barto
"The wolves told the news..."
The wolves told the news,
The forty brought news,
What a tree in the dense forest
There is a decorated one!
The animals heard the news,
We ran through the forests.
Everyone wants to check for themselves
Look at the Christmas tree yourself.
For whom, why, where
Did this miracle appear?
Who brought the Christmas tree here?
Isn't it Santa Claus himself?
Is there time to figure it out?
Who brought it, why did they take it away?
Ah, foxes, squirrels, hares,
Open a noisy ball!
A. Kuznetsova
New Year's round dance
Round dance, round dance...
Little people are dancing.
Dance by our Christmas tree
We are ready all year long!
Beauty, beauty...
Our Christmas tree is thick.
You can't reach the top of your head.
That's how tall it is!
Under the bush, under the bush
Someone with a red tail.
This is a cunning fox
There is a fox's house under the bush.
It's snowing, it's snowing...
Hello hello,
New Year!
How cheerful we are
Round dance near the Christmas tree!
Round dance, round dance...
Little people are dancing.
Dance by our Christmas tree
We are ready all year long!
Yu. Lednev
A Christmas tree in summer is just a Christmas tree:
If you touch a branch, it hurts your fingers,
The trunk is entwined with cobwebs,
The fly agaric is standing below.
That's when winter comes,
The tree seems to come to life:
It will fluff up in the cold,
Will straighten up under the winds,
Not prickly at all
Like a fragrant flower.
It doesn't smell like dew or honey,
The tree smells like New Year!
N. Filimonova
"Here it is, our Christmas tree..."
Here it is, our Christmas tree,
In the brilliance of radiant lights!
She seems more beautiful than everyone else
Everything is greener and lush.
A fairy tale hides in the greenery:
The white swan is swimming
The bunny slides on a sled
The squirrel gnaws nuts.
Here it is, our Christmas tree,
In the brilliance of radiant lights!
We are all dancing for joy
On New Year's Day under it!
V. Donnikova
New Year
It smells like fresh tar again,
We gathered at the Christmas tree,
Our Christmas tree is dressed up,
The lights on it came on.
Games, jokes, songs, dances!
Masks flash here and there...
You are a bear and I am a fox.
What miracles!
Let's dance together,
Hello, hello, New Year!
N. Naydenova
New Years is soon
Soon, soon New Year!
He's in a hurry, he's coming!
Knock on our doors:
"Children, hello, I'm coming to see you!"
We are celebrating the holiday
Decorating the Christmas tree
Hanging toys
Balloons, crackers...
Soon Santa Claus will come,
He will bring us gifts -
Apples, candy...
Santa Claus, where are you?!
3. Orlova
Snowman
Snowman, carrot nose,
I went out into the cold this morning.
I took a shovel to remove the snow,
I took a broom to sweep
I took the sled to go to the forest
And bring some firewood.
And then bake a gingerbread
Invite a bunny to visit
Teddy bear, squirrel and hedgehog,
Sparrow and bullfinch.
Come, forest people!
The snowman is waiting for you to visit.
T. Marshalova
New Year's drawing
This is what Santa Claus is!
Well drawn:
I came out with my bag not empty
Before the New Year!
How good is the old man?
In this picture:
Smiling, standing
At the spruce branches.
And he sings on the Christmas tree
There is a tit in front of him.
May you have a New Year
It will all be a dream.
V. Churnosov
Mom decorated the Christmas tree
Mom decorated the Christmas tree
Anya helped her mother;
I gave her toys:
Stars, balls, firecrackers.
And then the guests were invited
And they danced at the Christmas tree!
(V. Petrova)
Christmas tree
Christmas tree, fir tree, prickly needle
Where did you grow up? - In the forest.
- What did you see? - A fox.
- What's in the forest? - Frost.
Bare birches,
Wolves and bears
- That's all the neighbors. –
And on New Year's Eve
Everyone sings a song.
(M. Evensen)
This happens in the world...
It happens in the world,
That only once a year
They light up the Christmas tree
A beautiful star.
The star burns, does not melt,
Beautiful ice glitters.
And it comes right away
Happy New Year!
(I. Tokmakova)
It has grown to my eyebrows
It has grown to my eyebrows,
He got into my felt boots.
They say he is Santa Claus
And he plays pranks like a little boy.
He ruined the water tap
In our washbasin.
They say he has a beard
And he plays pranks like a little boy.
He draws on glass
Palm trees, stars, skiffs.
They say he is a hundred years old,
And he plays pranks like a little boy.
(E. Tarakhovskaya)
First snow
Look at this, guys.
Everything was covered with cotton wool!
And in response there was laughter:
- It was the first snow.
Only Lyuba disagrees:
- This is not a snowball at all -
Santa Claus brushed his teeth
And he scattered the powder.
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CHRISTMAS TREE
What a Christmas tree, it’s just amazing
How elegant, how beautiful.
The branches rustle faintly,
The beads shine brightly
And the toys swing -
Flags, stars, firecrackers.
Here the lights are lit on her,
So many tiny lights!
And, decorating the top,
It shines there, as always,
Very bright, big,
Five-winged star.
(E. Blaginina)
DECEMBER
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, like in a fairy tale,
The frost paved the way overnight,
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
In the morning I stopped crying,
She breathed and came to life.
Its needles tremble a little,
The lights lit up on the branches.
Like a ladder, like a Christmas tree
The lights shoot up.
Firecrackers sparkle with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Reached the top of the head
The bravest light.
A year has passed like yesterday.
Above Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower is striking
Fireworks - twelve times.
(S. Marshak)
IT WAS IN JANUARY
It was in January
There was a Christmas tree on the mountain,
And near this Christmas tree
Evil wolves roamed.
Once upon a time
Sometimes at night,
When the forest is so quiet,
They meet a wolf under the mountain
Bunnies and hare.
Who's up for the New Year?
Fall into the clutches of the wolf!
The little bunnies rushed forward
And they jumped onto the tree.
They flattened their ears
They hung like toys.
Ten little bunnies
They hang on the tree and are silent -
The wolf was deceived.
It was in January -
He thought that on the mountain
Decorated Christmas tree.
(A. Barto)
What is New Year?
It's the other way around:
Christmas trees are growing in the room,
Squirrels don’t gnaw cones,
Hares next to a wolf
On a prickly tree!
The rain is also not easy,
It's golden on New Year's Day,
It shines as much as it can,
Doesn't wet anyone
Even Santa Claus
No one's nose stings.
(E. Mikhailova)
The girls stood in a circle,
They stood up and fell silent.
Santa Claus lit the lights
On a tall tree.
There's a star above
Beads in two rows.
Let the Christmas tree not go out.
May it always burn.
(A. Barto)
IN DEFENSE OF SANTA CLAUS
My brother (he has outgrown me)
Brings everyone to tears.
He told me that Santa Claus
Not Santa Claus at all!
He told me:
-Don't believe in him! –
But here I am
The door opened
And suddenly I see -
Grandfather enters.
He has a beard
Dressed in a sheepskin coat,
Toe loop to the very toes!
He says:
-Where is the Christmas tree?
Do the children sleep?
With a big silver bag
Stands, covered in snow,
Grandfather in a fluffy hat.
And the elder brother secretly repeats:
- Yes, this is our neighbor!
How can you not see: the nose is similar!
Both arms and back! –
I answer: “Well, so what!”
And you look like your grandmother,
But you are not her!
(A. Barto)
CHRISTMAS TREE
If only we were at the Christmas tree
legs,
She would run
Along the path.
She would dance
Together with us,
She would knock
Heels.
Would spin around on the Christmas tree
Toys -
Multi-colored lanterns,
Firecrackers.
Let's spin around the Christmas tree
Flags
From crimson, from silver
Papers.
We'd laugh at the Christmas tree
Matryoshka dolls
And they would clap for joy
In the palms.
Because
At the gate
Knocked
New Year!
New, new,
Young,
With a golden beard!
(K. Chukovsky)
WHERE DOES THE NEW YEAR COME FROM?
Is New Year falling from the sky?
Or is it coming from the forest?
Or from a snowdrift
Is the New Year coming to us?
He probably lived like a snowflake
On some star
Or was he hiding behind a piece of fluff?
Frost in his beard?
He climbed into the refrigerator to sleep
Or to a squirrel in a hollow...
Or an old alarm clock
Did he get under the glass?
But there is always a miracle:
The clock strikes twelve...
And from nowhere
New Year is coming to us!
(A. Usachev)
NEW AND OLD YEAR
To the first step
A young guy stood up
To the twelfth step
A gray-haired old man came.
To the twelfth step
A gray-haired old man came.
To the first step
A young guy stood up.
(E. Blaginina)
Song about the Christmas tree
What grows on the Christmas tree?
Cones and needles.
Multi-colored balls
They don't grow on the Christmas tree.
They don't grow on the Christmas tree
Gingerbread cookies and flags,
Nuts don't grow
In gold paper.
These flags and balloons
Grew up today
For Russian children
On New Year's holiday.
In the cities of my country,
In villages and towns
So many lights have grown
On merry Christmas trees!
(S. Marshak)
FATHER FROST
It has grown to my eyebrows,
He got into my felt boots.
They say he is Santa Claus
And he plays pranks like a little boy.
He ruined the water tap
In our washbasin.
They say he has a beard
And he plays pranks like a little boy.
He draws on glass
Palm trees, stars, skiffs.
They say he is a hundred years old
And he plays pranks like a little boy.
(E. Tarakhovskaya)
THE TREE IS BURNING WITH LIGHTS
The Christmas tree is lit with lights,
There are blue shadows underneath,
Spiny needles
It's like there's frost in the white.
She thawed in the warmth,
Straightened the needles
And with merry songs
We arrived at our Christmas tree.
Multi-colored toys
They hung it on it for us,
And we look at the Christmas tree,
And we have fun today.
The lights on the Christmas tree are bright
Lights up everywhere
In all houses throughout the country
The guys are smiling.
(L. Nekrasova)
Dressed up the Christmas tree in a festive dress:
In colorful garlands, in bright lights,
And the Christmas tree stands, sparkling, in a magnificent hall,
Remembering with sadness the old days.
The Christmas tree dreams of evening, monthly and starry,
Snowy meadow, sad cry of wolves
And the neighboring pine trees, in a frosty mantle,
Everything is covered in diamond sparkles and snow fluff.
And the neighbors stand in gloomy sadness,
They dream and drop white snow from the branches...
They dream of a Christmas tree in a lit hall,
Laughter and stories of joyful children.
K. Fofanov
What is New Year?
This is a friendly round dance,
This is the laughter of happy guys
Near all the decorated Christmas trees.
What is New Year?
Everyone knows in advance;
These are pipes and violins,
Jokes, songs and smiles.
The one who wants to be cheerful
If it were this New Year,
May you be with us today
Sings a sonorous song!
(T. Volgina)
Winter before the holiday
For a green Christmas tree
White dress herself
I sewed it without a needle.
Shaked off the white snow
Christmas tree with a bow
And stands more beautiful than everyone else
In a green dress.
Green suits her
Elka knows this.
How is she on New Year's Eve?
Well dressed!
(T. Volgina)
The children will go to bed early
On the last day of December,
And they’ll wake up a year older
On the first day of the calendar.
The year will begin with silence,
Unfamiliar with last winters:
Noise behind the double frame
Barely perceptible.
But the guys are calling outside
Winter day through ice glass -
Into the refreshing cold
Of cozy warmth.
With a kind word we'll remember
Years old care,
Starting early in the morning
New day and new year!
(S. Marshak)
CHRISTMAS BALL
The lily of the valley blooms in May,
Aster blooms in autumn.
And in winter I bloom
I'm at the Christmas tree every year.
Whole year was lying on the shelf.
Everyone forgot about me.
And now I'm hanging on the tree,
Little by little the links.
The whole tree to the top
Decorated the toys!
Get up in a round dance!
Happy New Year!
(V. Berestov)
NEW YEAR'S INCIDENT
Simple toys through the crack
One day we saw a Christmas tree:
“Let's decorate the Christmas tree!
Let’s climb onto the branches and sit down!”
The toys climbed onto the Christmas tree.
The monkey is already at the top.
The branch bent under Mishka.
I swayed a little under the Bunny.
Chickens hang like lanterns
Matryoshka dolls are like colorful balls...
"Hey, Christmas decorations,
Snow Maidens, stars, firecrackers,
Twisted, cast glass,
Silver, gold!
While you were collecting dust on the shelf,
We all ended up on the Christmas tree!
Now let's make the kids happy!
Oh, fathers! We're falling! We’re falling!”
(V. Berestov)
They say on New Year's Eve
Whatever you want -
Everything will always happen
Everything always comes true.
Even guys can
All wishes come true
It is only necessary, they say,
Make an effort.
Don't be lazy, don't yawn
And have patience
And don’t count your studies
For your torment.
They say on New Year's Eve
Whatever you want -
Everything will always happen
Everything always comes true.
How can we not make a wish?
A modest wish -
Perform “excellently”
School assignments.
(S. Mikhalkov)
FIRST SNOW
- Look, guys.
Everything was covered with cotton wool!
And in response there was laughter:
- It was the first snow.
Only Lyuba disagrees:
- This is not a snowball at all -
Santa Claus brushed his teeth
And he scattered the powder.
(I. Bursov)
BEASTS WELCOME THE NEW YEAR
Animals met
New Year.
Driven by animals
round dance
Around a green Christmas tree.
The Mole also danced,
And Behemoth,
And even evil Wolves!
Started dancing
And Porcupine -
prickly needles,
And all - tremble,
And that's all - scream
And that’s it – run away from the Christmas tree!
Look: already -
At least he's good! –
And he is trembling with fear!..
But I'm already
you won't get through! –
Said
Turtle!
-We'll dance
Step by step
Turtle,
But everyone
Perhaps,
Let's dance!
(B. Zakhoder)
TREE (game)
There is one game for you:
I'll start the poem now.
I'll start, you finish!
Answer in unison.
It's snowing outside,
holiday coming soon...
- New Year!
The needles glow softly,
the pine spirit is coming...
- From the Christmas tree!
The branches rustle faintly,
bright beads...
- They shine!
And the toys swing -
flags, stars, ...
- Firecrackers!
Threads of mottled tinsel,
bells...
- Balls!
Fragile fish figures,
Birds, skiers,…
- Snow Maidens!
Whitebeard and Rednose
Under the branches...
- Father Frost!
And decorating the top,
there it shines, as always,
very bright, big,
five-winged...
- Star!
Well, the Christmas tree is simply marvelous!
Like an outfit, like...
- Beautiful!
Here the lights are lit on her,
Hundreds of tiny ones
... - Lights!
The doors are wide open
just like in a fairy tale,
The round dance rushes into...
-Dancing!
And over this round dance
Talk, songs,
ringing laughter...
Congratulations on...
- New Year!
With new happiness at once...
- Everyone!
(E. Blaginina)