Serious little truck!
Perhaps he is more important
Than a passenger car
(Even the biggest one).
The cargo is carried by a truck -
He's not used to being lazy.
Loaded, lucky, buzzing:
"Get out of my way! Move away!
Fits a lot of cargo
In my big spacious body.
I'm in a hurry to deliver them on time!
If only someone could help..."
Vasina A.
The truck brought us cargo:
Three ears of corn
Half a brick
Two punctured balls
Rusty nail, copper basin -
It took an hour to unload.
But even if the body is empty,
Truck from the word "cargo".
Ioanna Brilko
The truck puffs in the garden:
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo.
I'm bringing you apples
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo.
A truck is humming in the field,
Protects grain from rain.
And he collects potatoes,
Delivers to stores.
The truck is at work everywhere.
Carrying the cargo is his concern.
Rides at night, rides during the day,
Rides with the sun, in the rain.
You, baby, will understand later:
You can't live without work.
Zamaraev E.
My huge truck
I'm not used to being idle.
Why didn’t I load!
What did he not carry?
And pots and pillows,
And soldiers and guns,
Both boots and horse
Both the giraffe and me!
Koval T.
Once upon a time there lived a truck
In a room with a balcony,
He's used to carrying loads
In a green body.
I took the crybaby doll this morning
New pillow
Well, I’m wet with tears
I took it to dry.
He took the soldiers with him
And ammunition.
I took it under the table to where the battle is
At the military base.
It was difficult to pull out the tank
From under the stool
I brought a house for the dolls,
And cutlets for the cat.
Checkers, cubes, watermelon,
And a plate of plums
Loaded various cargo
He is hardworking.
And when I looked out the window
A timid month from the sky,
Truck, tired of business,
Fell asleep in a box.
Bredikhin V.
I'm a working machine
Here is my body and cabin
I'm heavy, I'm big
Do you know how powerful I am?
I'm used to carrying loads
Who, I tell you? TRUCK!
No, we shouldn't have decided
Ride a cat in a car:
The cat is not used to riding -
The truck overturned.
Agniya Barto
A truck arrived to us.
He was not used to resting.
For many years from morning to night
He did not close his headlights.
In heat and cold, rain and hail
He delivered everything.
I was carrying crushed stone from the quarry,
He was carrying a baby elephant from the enclosure.
He transported wheat from the fields,
So that the birds don't peck.
Even an old farmhouse
Somehow he took it out for scrapping.
He brought flowers and oranges,
Tires and paintings.
He carried concrete, cardboard and tin -
You can’t count all the loads!
The truck is so huge
Turned around near the house,
He brought it from the store
We got a piano as a gift!
Kindness D.
A truck was driving through the forest,
Without a road, straight ahead.
I thought it was a shorter way,
But I didn’t know which way to turn
From the strawberry meadow.
“I’m going straight. Everything is fine!"
I was driving and got stuck in something.
This is true! Got into a swamp.
Tires and legs fell out...
You have to go on the road
If you are, Truck,
I'm used to highways and highways.
Chernyaeva V.
Multicolored truck
Directly on the road
Everything goes on and on all day
And he brings toys to the children:
Doll, teddy bear,
Ball, cubes and book.
By the lace through the carpet
The truck is driven by a driver,
He is not afraid of work
Even though he is only three years old!
Radchenko N.
Many different cargoes
Can fit in the body:
Here are the colored cubes,
And painted nesting dolls,
Two planks for the bridge,
And a kitten without a tail.
For road construction
Blocks can come in handy.
The cubes will go to the house -
The kitten will live in it.
All the nesting dolls across the bridge
The car will bring you to visit:
- “Come in, guests, into the house!
Help yourself to some milk!”
Work is in full swing all day:
From the table to the turn,
Transports important cargo
There's a toddler in the car.
Nikolaeva E.
I have a truck
He is neither small nor big.
He is carrying cereal for Masha,
So that she cooks porridge.
Feed all the animals
In my children's room.
And then my truck
He will bring me a stack of books.
So that I can read
Before I go to bed.
Well, when summer comes,
He'll bring the sand,
To do for friends
I managed a couple of cakes.
Yes, one would have so much to do
I wouldn't be able to do it.
Well, thank you, my friend,
My nice truck!
Sklyarova Yu.
You'll get there without incident
Any cargo for any purpose.
He's not used to being lazy -
Our assistant...
(Truck)
Kolya has a truck -
Nice toy -
Kolya is used to driving in it
Leaves and shells
I also skated the other day
Boy of two frogs,
He found them on the stumps, -
They caught flies there.
Kolya is dragging a truck
With the help of a rope,
He just recently got used to it
Manage it deftly
And before that I wore
Car in hand
And he asked his friends
Inflate her tire.
The boy walks here and there, -
Looking for passengers.
- Hey, fly, birds, to us!
He whistles to the sparrows.
Avtonomova S.
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 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 every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, 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.
bear
Dropped the teddy bear on the floor
They tore off the bear's paw.
I still won't leave him -
Because he's good.
Agniya Barto
horse
I love my horse
I'll comb her fur smoothly,
I'll comb my tail
And I’ll go on horseback to visit.
Agniya Barto
Goby
The bull is walking, swaying,
Sighs as he walks:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I'm going to fall!
Agniya Barto
Bunny
The owner abandoned the bunny -
A bunny was left in the rain;
I couldn't get off the bench,
I was completely wet.
Agniya Barto
Kid
I have a little goat,
I herd him myself.
I'm a kid in a green garden
I'll take it early in the morning.
He gets lost in the garden -
I'll find it in the grass.
Agniya Barto
Elephant
Time to sleep! The bull fell asleep
He lay down on his side in the box.
The sleepy bear went to bed,
Only the elephant doesn't want to sleep.
The elephant nods its head
He bows to the elephant.
Agniya Barto
Airplane
We'll build the plane ourselves
Let's fly over the forests.
Let's fly over the forests,
And then we'll go back to mom.
Agniya Barto
Ball
Our Tanya cries loudly:
She dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanya, don’t cry:
The ball will not drown in the river.
Agniya Barto
Checkbox
Burning in the sun
checkbox,
As if I
The fire was lit.
Agniya Barto
Ship
Tarpaulin,
Rope in hand
I'm pulling the boat
Along a fast river.
And the frogs jump
On my heels,
And they ask me:
- Take it for a ride, captain!
Agniya Barto
Truck
No, we shouldn't have decided
Ride a cat in a car:
The cat is not used to riding -
The truck overturned.
Agniya Barto
Locksmith
I need these things:
Hammer,
Vise
And ticks,
Key,
File
And a hacksaw
And most of all -
Skill!
Boris Zakhoder
Shoemaker
Master, master,
Help -
Lost weight
Boots.
Hit it harder
Nails -
We'll go today
For a visit.
Boris Zakhoder
Chauffeur
I'm rolling,
I'm flying
At full speed.
I'm a driver myself
And the engine itself.
I press
On the pedal -
And the car
Rushing into the distance.
Boris Zakhoder
Cooks
How easy it is to make lunch!
There is nothing difficult about this.
It's as easy as shelling pears:
This time - and you're done!
(If mom is cooking dinner.)
But it happens that mom has no time,
And we cook our own lunch,
And then
(I don’t understand what the secret is!)
Very
Difficult
Prepare
Dinner.
Boris Zakhoder
Bookbinder
Got sick
This book:
Torn her up
Little brother.
I'm sick
I'll regret it:
I'll take it
And I will glue it.
Boris Zakhoder
Dressmaker
All day today
Sew.
I put on
The whole family.
Wait a little, cat,
There will be clothes for you too!
Boris Zakhoder
Fitter
Look,
How cunning
This little installer:
He's still
Conducts light
Only there,
Where there is no current.
Boris Zakhoder
Builders
Don't let your parents get angry
That they will get dirty
Builders,
Because the one who builds
He's worth something!
And it doesn't matter what for now
This house is made of sand!
Boris Zakhoder
Bunny
- Bunny-bunny, where are you going?
- I’m going to visit the children in the cities!
- What for? Will you live there?
- I will be friends with the children!
Kirill Avdeenko
BIRDS
Bread and crumbs
On the window -
Come, birds, to us!
Peck little by little, little birds,
And fly to the clouds!
Kirill Avdeenko
GOAT
Goat-goat:
-Me-me-me!
I'm learning to count in my head!
What is two plus five?..
Me-me-me, I forgot again!
Mom will be very upset!
Me-me-me - I'm running to study.
Kirill Avdeenko
CHEEKS
Cheeks, cheeks, cheeks,
Dimples, lumps;
All day until night
Smile your cheeks!
Kirill Avdeenko
MOUSE AND BREAD
The mouse taps its paws:
- Where is the bread? - shouts.
- Leave the crust for me overnight!
I'll take it to the kids in the hole.
Kirill Avdeenko
PARROT
parrot
Dancing merrily
parrot
Dancing and pampering;
parrot
Knocked over the cup
parrot
I ate porridge from a saucer!
Kirill Avdeenko
PIGTS
Piggy pigs are unhappy:
- Oink-oink-oink! - they scream and shout,
- We don’t want noses like that!
Only two holes stick out.
Kirill Avdeenko
Zucchini
Grandfather, grandmother, grandson
They pour and water the zucchini,
Pour and water the zucchini
Grandma, grandpa, grandson,
May he mature soon!
May he sing soon!
Which is sooner rather than later
He ate our mouth!
Kirill Avdeenko
SOUP
We ate soup
We ate soup
Let's eat the soup quickly!
Eat a lot?
Well then,
Oh yeah soup! Ay, good!
Kirill Avdeenko
CHICKENS
Chickens-hens: “Ko-ko-ko!
We laid eggs;
Ku-ko-ku-eat, ko-ko,
Little kids!
Kirill Avdeenko
PEAS
Peas in the supermarket
He shouted: “Oh-oh-oh!
How many kids are here, guys!
Everyone's looking at the candy!
Here I am, kids, look!
Well, hurry up and buy me!
Sweets are of no use...
I’m needed more than a hundred candies!”
Kirill Avdeenko
CUCUMBER
Ay, young cucumber!
Hey, we washed it with water!
Ay, fly into our mouth!
Ay, crunch your teeth!
Kirill Avdeenko
HAMster
Hamster, hamster,
There's a chest behind the cheek!
There are nuts, there is grain,
It will be there for the winter!
Kirill Avdeenko
PANCAKES
We are fun circles!
We are pancake buddies!
Eat us with honey and butter,
We've been ready for an hour!
Kirill Avdeenko
ORANGE
- Orange, orange,
Why did you turn yellow?
- Because because
I was lying in the sun.
Kirill Avdeenko
Barto Agnia - Toys. Poems and songs for children
(read by Klara Rumyanova, Irina Muravyova, Alexander Lenkov, etc.)
The book includes the most famous poems of Agnia Lvovna Barto, a cheerful and kind childhood friend. Several generations of children have already grown up with the poems of this wonderful poetess. Ironic and humorous, playful and sad works of the writer will delight children!
More than one generation of children in our country has grown up on the poems of the Soviet poetess Agnia Lvovna Barto. Over the years, the popularity of her books has not waned, Barto’s texts never lose relevance, and young parents, themselves raised on the lines of Agnia Lvovna, invariably choose these very poems for their children.
Dropped the teddy bear on the floor
They tore off the bear's paw.
I still won't leave him -
Because he's good.
The bull is walking, swaying,
Sighs as he walks:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I'm going to fall!
Time to sleep! The bull fell asleep
He lay down on his side in the box.
The sleepy bear went to bed,
Only the elephant doesn't want to sleep.
The elephant nods its head
He bows to the elephant.
The owner abandoned the bunny -
A bunny was left in the rain.
I couldn't get off the bench,
I was completely wet.
I love my horse
I'll comb her fur smoothly,
I'll comb my tail
And I’ll go on horseback to visit.
Truck
No, we shouldn't have decided
Ride a cat in a car:
The cat is not used to riding -
The truck overturned.
Our Tanya cries loudly:
She dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanya, don’t cry:
The ball will not drown in the river.
Kid
I have a little goat,
I herd him myself.
I'm a kid in a green garden
I'll take it early in the morning.
He gets lost in the garden -
I'll find it in the grass.
Ship
Tarpaulin,
Rope in hand
I'm pulling the boat
Along a fast river.
And the frogs jump
On my heels,
And they ask me:
- Take it for a ride, captain!
Among children's writers there are those whose work will always be relevant. Their works are simply imbued with kindness and affection. Agnia Barto occupies a place of honor among them. Her series of works for children “Toys” is a classic. Agnia Barto's poems for children are filled with deep meaning; they unobtrusively teach them to be persistent, to be responsible for their actions, and to take care of those you love. And this training takes place using examples that are understandable to everyone.
Reading Agnia Barto's poems for kids is a good way to entertain a child and engage him in play. They can simply be recited expressively, or they can be used as the basis for classes. For example, a child can show what a particular hero is doing.
You can begin to introduce your child to the works of the writer from a very early age. At first, he will be happy to listen to his mother’s voice and intonation. When the child grows up, you can move on to the next stage - memorizing and reciting poems by Agnia Barto for kids. He will begin to repeat words with pleasure, and soon he will learn all the rhymes. The works are small and specially designed for children. They are easy to remember, and memory training at an early age is the basis for further development.
I love my horse
I'll comb her fur smoothly,
I'll comb my tail
And I’ll go on horseback to visit.
The owner abandoned the bunny -
A bunny was left in the rain.
I couldn't get off the bench,
I was completely wet.
Dropped the teddy bear on the floor
They tore off the bear's paw.
I still won't leave him -
Because he's good.
Ship
Tarpaulin,
Rope in hand
I'm pulling the boat
Along a fast river.
And the frogs jump
On my heels,
And they ask me:
- Take it for a ride, captain!
The bull is walking, swaying,
Sighs as he walks:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I'm going to fall!
Our Tanya cries loudly:
She dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanya, don’t cry:
The ball will not drown in the river.
Truck
No, we shouldn't have decided
Ride a cat in a car:
The cat is not used to riding -
The truck overturned.
Time to sleep! The bull fell asleep
Lay down in the box on its side.
The sleepy bear lay down in bed,
Only the elephant doesn't want to sleep.
Sleep shakes his head,
He bows to the elephant.