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Verse The alphabet fell off the stove! read

What's happened?
What's happened?
The alphabet fell off the stove!
Painfully sprained my leg
Capital letter N,
G hit a little
It completely fell apart!
Lost the letter U
Your crossbar!
Finding myself on the floor
Broke U's tail!
F, poor thing, it’s so swollen -
No way to read it!
The letter P is turned upside down -
Turned into a soft sign!
The letter C has completely closed -
Turned into the letter O.
Letter A, when I woke up,
I didn't recognize anyone!

We are preparing the ABC exhibition. Our library, as always, has something to please the reader. I am not participating in this exhibition, but I can’t help but brag. The exhibition will feature books from the 16th to 19th centuries. We are sure that today people need our exhibition more than ever. For almost 30 years, foreign principles have been hammered into their heads, and they are constantly trying to tear them away from their native history.
But for most people, the feeling of their country, the Motherland, begins with the primer: “Where does the homeland begin? From the picture in your primer."
Anyone who wants to understand what ideas and meanings the state wanted to instill in the younger generation should look at the primers. No book will give a more complete picture of the world that adults felt it necessary to tell their children about.
We are accustomed to the appearance of a primer or alphabet with pictures, but this was not always the case. The first Russian primer with pictures was created only at the end of the 17th century by the hieromonk of the Chudov Monastery, Karion Istomin.
In the 19th century, sheet feeding of material came into fashion in Russia. Folders were made with loose sheets attached. They could be large or small cards.
By the way, our researchers note that many Russian editions of alphabet books and primers are kept in the West. They were taken out by foreigners who had been to Russia. Because such alphabets made it possible to get acquainted with various aspects of the country’s life in an accessible form. Among foreigners, Russian animals (especially the bear, I say)))) and scenes from Russian life were especially popular.
In the 19th century there were several variants of alphabets. There were humorous, mischievous and especially educational ones.
In 1867, “Learning Light” was published. Russian alphabet for visual learning." The author is teacher Alexander Radonezhsky. He advocated for the mental development of the child and considered it necessary to awaken in him curiosity and a desire to think. In his book he sought to create a holistic picture of the world.
The ABCs are countless.
I'll show you a rare book:
Russian people. The alphabet in faces / on the rice stone. V. Rybinsky.- Moscow: Edition of lithographs by Katkov and K, 1858.-

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Humboldt V.

Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.

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A. A. Akhmatova

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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.

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I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...

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"ABC" What happened? What's happened? The alphabet fell off the stove! The leg was painfully dislocated. The capital letter N, G hit a little, F completely crumbled! The letter U has lost its crossbar! Finding myself on the floor. Broke U's tail! F, poor thing, it’s so swollen - There’s no way I can read it! The letter P has been turned upside down - Turned into a soft sign! The letter C completely closed - Turned into the letter O. The letter A, when it woke up, Didn’t recognize anyone!

“Kittens” “Kittens” Listen, guys, I want to tell you: We had kittens - 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. One is the whitest kitten, Two is the bravest kitten, Three is the smartest kitten, 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, have a look and count!

“My puppy” I was knocked off my feet today - My puppy disappeared. She called him for two hours, waited for him for two hours, didn’t sit down for her homework, and couldn’t have lunch. This morning, very early, the puppy jumped off the sofa, began walking around the rooms, jumping, barking, waking everyone up. He saw a blanket - there was nothing to cover himself with. He looked into the pantry and turned over the jug of honey. He tore his dad's poems and fell down the stairs to the floor. He crawled into the glue with his front paw, barely got out and disappeared... Maybe they stole him, took him away on a rope, gave him a new name, forced him to guard the house?

Maybe he’s sitting in a dense forest under a thorny bush, lost, looking for a home, getting wet, poor thing, in the rain? I didn't know what to do. Mother said: - Let's wait. I grieved for two hours, didn’t pick up books, didn’t draw anything, just sat and waited. Suddenly he opens the door with his paw, jumps over the threshold... Who is it? My puppy. What happened if I didn’t recognize the puppy right away? The nose is swollen, the eyes are not visible, the cheek is distorted, and, digging in like a needle, a bee is buzzing on the tail. Mother said: - Close the door! A swarm of bees is flying towards us. All wrapped up, My puppy is lying flat in bed And barely wagging his bandaged tail. I don’t run to the doctor - I treat him myself.

“Trezor” There was a Lock on the door. The Puppy was locked up. Everyone left and only one was locked in the house. We left Trezor unattended, unsupervised. And so the puppy spoiled everything he could. He tore the dress on the doll, tore out a tuft of fur from the hare, and dragged our shoes into the corridor from under the bed. He drove the cat under the bed - the cat was left without a tail. I found a corner in the kitchen - I climbed headlong into the coal, I came out black and unrecognizable. He climbed into the jug - he turned over, almost choked and lay down on the bed to sleep... We washed the puppy in water and soap for two hours with a washcloth. We will never leave him alone now!

“Vaccination” Get vaccinated! First grade! Have you heard? It's us!.. I'm not afraid of vaccinations: If necessary, I'll inject myself! Well, just think, an injection! They injected him and went... Only a coward is afraid to go to the doctor for an injection. Personally, when I see a syringe, I smile and joke. I am one of the first to enter the medical office. I have nerves of steel or no nerves at all! If only someone knew, That I would willingly trade football tickets for an extra injection!.. For a vaccination! First grade! Have you heard? This is us!.. Why did I stand against the wall? My knees are shaking...

“Foma” There were houses in one alley. Stubborn Thomas lived in one of the houses. Neither at home, nor at school, Nowhere, no one - Stubborn Thomas believed nothing. There is slush on the streets, and rain, and hail. “Put on your galoshes,” they tell him. - It’s not true, - Foma doesn’t believe it, - It’s a lie... - And he walks straight through the puddles without galoshes. Frost The guys put on their skates. Passers-by raised their collars. They say to Thomas: “Winter has come.” - In shorts, Foma goes for a walk.

He’s going on a tour to the zoo, “Look,” they tell him, “It’s an elephant.” - And again Foma does not believe: - This is a lie. This elephant doesn't look like an elephant at all. One day a stubborn man had a dream, as if he were walking across Africa. From the heavens the African sun is burning, a river called Congo is flowing. The Pioneer detachment approaches the river. The guys say to Foma By the river: You can’t swim: There are tons of alligators. - Not true! - Foma answers his friends. Panties and a shirt are lying on the sand. A stubborn man swims along a dangerous river. Close to the Alligator's predatory mouth. - Save yourself, unfortunate one, you may perish! But the guys heard a familiar answer: - Please don’t teach me, I’m eleven years old!

Crocodile Behind Thomas's back. The crocodile has already choked on his fog: The head sticks out of the beast’s mouth. The wind carries the words to the shore: “It’s not right...” “I don’t know...” The alligator sighed and, well-fed, dived into the green water. Panties and a shirt are lying on the sand. No one swims down a dangerous river. Foma woke up, won’t understand anything... He takes his panties and shirt from the chair. Foma is surprised, Foma is indignant: - It’s not true, comrades, This is not a dream! Guys, find such a Thomas and read these poems to him

“Sheep” A black lamb walked home along a steep mountain path And on the bridge, hunchbacked, he met his white brother. And the white lamb said: “Brother, here’s the thing: It’s impossible for two people to get through here, You’re standing in my way.” The black brother replied: “Meh, are you out of your mind, sheep? May my legs wither if I go off the road!” One shook his horns, the other rested his feet... No matter how you twist the horns, But two of you can’t get through. The sun is shining above, and the river is flowing below. Two sheep drowned in this river early in the morning.

Some were sitting on the bench, Some were looking at the street, Tolya was singing, Boris was silent, Nikolai was shaking his leg. It was evening, there was nothing. The jackdaw sat on the fence, the cat climbed into the attic. Then Borya said to the guys Just like that: “And I have a nail in my pocket!” And you? - And we have a guest today! And you? - And today we have a cat. Yesterday she gave birth to kittens. The kittens have grown a little, but they don’t want to eat from a saucer! - And we have gas in our apartment! And you? - And we have running water! Here! - And from our window you can see Red Square! And from your window, just a little bit of the street. - We walked along Neglinnaya, went to the boulevard, they bought us a blue, blue, green red ball! - And our fire went out - This time! The truck brought firewood - That's two! And fourthly - our mother goes on a flight, because our mother is called a pilot!

Vova answered from the stairs: “Is your mother a pilot?” What's wrong? For example, Kolya’s Mom is a policeman! And Tolya and Vera’s mothers are both engineers! And Leva’s mother is a cook! Mom is a pilot? What's wrong! “Mom is the most important of all,” said Nata, “Mom is a carriage driver, Because Mom drives two trailers to Zatsepa.” 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 - This is also good. The doctor is treating us for measles. There is a teacher at school. Different mothers are needed, Different mothers are important. It was in the evening, there was nothing to argue about.

We go, we go, we go To distant lands, Good neighbors, Happy friends. We live a happy life, We sing a song, And the song sings about how we live. Beauty! Beauty! We are bringing with us a cat, Chizhik, a dog, Petka the Bully, a Monkey, a parrot - what a company! When life is friendly, what could be better! And there is no need to quarrel, And you can love everyone. On a long journey, take your friends with you: They will help you, and it’s more fun with them. Beauty! Beauty! We are bringing with us a cat, Chizhik, a dog, Petka the Bully, a Monkey, a 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 was blowing around us; It wasn’t boring on the way, and everyone hummed...

My dear children!
I am writing you a letter:
I ask you to wash more often
Your hands and face.

It doesn’t matter what kind of water:
Boiled, key,
From the river, or from the well,
Or just rainy!

You definitely need to wash
Morning, evening and afternoon -
Before every meal
After sleep and before bed!

Rub with a sponge and washcloth!
Be patient - no problem!
And ink and jam
Wash off with soap and water.

My dear children!
I really, really ask you:
Wash cleaner, wash more often -
I can't stand dirty people.

I won’t give my hand to dirty people,
I won't go visit them!
I wash myself very often.
Goodbye!

Your Tuwim

ABC

What's happened? What's happened?
The alphabet fell off the stove!

Painfully sprained my leg
Capital letter M,
G hit a little
It completely fell apart!

Lost the letter U
Your crossbar!
Finding myself on the floor
Broke U's tail.

F, poor thing, it’s so swollen -
No way to read it!
The letter P is turned upside down -
Turned into a soft sign!

The letter C has completely closed -
Turned into the letter O.
Letter A, when I woke up,
I didn't recognize anyone!

CUT WORDS

Sad, sleepy, cheerless
Our hedgehog came from school,
He sat down at the table and yawned once.
And fell asleep over the books.

Three words appeared here:
"Orange", "Pine", "Ring".

All three of them came up
And they said: “What is it?
What have you, Jerzy, done to us?
We'll complain to mom!"

“I,” exclaimed “Orange,”
This is no “Opelsyn”!” -
“I,” “Ring” burst into tears, “
No "Cripple"!"

“I,” Sosna got angry, “
I'm outraged to tears!
Only possible from sleep
Write that I am “Sasna”!”

"We, the words, are offended
Because they are so distorted!
Hedgehogs! Hedgehogs! Stop being lazy!
This is no good way to study!

Impossible without attention
To get an education!
It will be late! Just know it!
The lazy person will become ignorant!

If you ever again
You will cripple us, boy -
You and I will do it cool.
We value our honor,
Jerzy's name in half a minute
Let's turn it into a Hedgehog!

You will be a prickly hedgehog!
This is how we'll teach you a lesson!"

Jerzy shuddered, horrified,
I stretched and woke up.
Suppressed a yawn
Got to work.

POULTRY YARD

The duck said to the chicken:
"You don't lay many eggs.
All the turkeys say
That they’ll eat you for the holiday!”

"Clubfoot! Parasite! -
The hen cackled. -
The goose said that you are not a duck
That you have catarrh of the stomach,
That your drake is a fool -
All he knows is: crack and crack!”

“Quack!” was heard in the ditch.
The goose has no right to scold me,
And for this I am stuffed
He will be apples.
I'll get to the goose!" -
"Wow!" - answered the goose.

"Ah, scandal, scandal, scandal" -
The turkey himself muttered.
Pushed the goslings around
And suddenly he pecked the goose.

The rooster came running to the cry,
Down flew out of the duck.
And it was heard in the bushes:
"Ga-ha-ha! Where-dah-dah!"

This fight is still going on
Remembers the poultry yard.

RIVER

Like a shiny ribbon
The river flows
Real.
And the day flows
And it flows at night -
Turn right
Turn left.
And the water in the river is freezing,
Grumpy near the shores,
And in the middle is lazy.

Why should she grumble, river water?
No one will say this anywhere.

Perhaps stones and fish
You could say this
But the fish are silent
And the stones are silent,
Like fish.

VEGETABLES

The hostess came from the market one day,
The hostess brought home from the market:
Potatoes
Cabbage,
carrots,
Peas,
Parsley and beets.
Oh!..

Here the vegetables started a dispute on the table -
Who is better, tastier and more necessary on earth:
Potato?
Cabbage?
Carrot?
Peas?
Parsley or beets?
Oh!..

Meanwhile, the hostess took the knife
And with this knife she began to chop:
Potatoes
Cabbage,
carrots,
Peas,
Parsley and beets.
Oh!..

Covered with a lid, in a stuffy pot
Boiled, boiled in boiling water:
Potato,
Cabbage,
Carrot,
Peas,
Parsley and beets.
Oh!..
And the vegetable soup turned out to be not bad!

ABOUT JANEK

Janek lived in the world,
He was stupid.
If you want to know -
That's what he did.

He drew water with a sieve,
He taught the birds to fly,
He asked the blacksmith
Shoe the cat.

Seeing a mosquito
Took the ax
He carried firewood into the forest,
And the apartment is dirty.

He built in winter
Ice house:
"There will be a dacha
It’s spring for me!”

On a hot summer afternoon
He was blowing in the sun.
The horse is tired
He carried out a chair.

Somehow he's fifty dollars
I paid it for a nickel.
It's easier to explain to you:
Janek was a fool!

BIRD RADIO

Attention! Attention!
Today at five o'clock
Today to our studio
(Attention attention!)
Different birds will flock to the radio meeting!

Firstly, on the question:
When, at what time
Is it more convenient and profitable to use dew?

The second question is long overdue:
What is an "echo"?
And if there is it in the forest,
Where is it hiding?

On the third question
Drozd reports,
Appointed to manage the repair of avian
nest

Then the debate begins:
And whistling, and creaking, and singing,
Rumbling and squealing,
And chirping and chirping.
Performances will begin
Starlings, goldfinches, tits
And everyone without exception
Other famous birds.

Attention! Attention!
Today at five o'clock
The station will work for groves and forests!

Our receiver at five o'clock
Received a hundred votes:
"Fiur-fiur! Fu-fu-fuo!
Tick-tweet! Tew-tew-tew-tew!
Pew Pew! Tsvir-tsvir-tsvir!
Chivi-chivi! Tyr-tyr-tyr!
Sleep, sleep, sleep! Lu-lu! Tsik-tsik!
Shadow-shadow-shadow! Chu-ik! Chu-ik!
Ko-ko-ko! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Gur-gur-gur! Ku-ka-riku!
Ka-arr! Ka-arr! Pi-it! Drink!.."

We didn't know what to do!
Obviously at this hour
The transfer is not for us!

WHERE ARE THE GLASSES?

- What happened to Aunt Valya?
- Her glasses are missing!

The poor old lady is looking for
Behind the pillow, under the pillow,

I climbed with my head
Under the mattress, under the blanket,

I looked into the buckets, into the jars,
In boots, felt boots, boots,

Turned everything upside down
I sat and rested,

She sighed and grumbled
And I went to look first.

Feeling under the pillow again,
He looks behind the tub again.

I lit a candle in the kitchen,
She climbed into the stove with a candle,

Searched the pantry -
All in vain! All for nothing!

Aunt Valya has no glasses -
Apparently they were stolen!

The old woman sat down on the chest.
There was a mirror hanging nearby.

And the old lady saw
Why was I looking for glasses in the wrong place?

What are they really?
They sat on her forehead.

So wonderful glass
Aunt Valya helped.

Translation from Polish by Sergei Mikhalkov