Stories by Emma Moshkovskaya. Children's poetess Emma Moshkovskaya

Emma Moshkovskaya

Emma Moshkovskaya ranks in children's literature special place. And although during her lifetime she was not fully blessed with the rays of fame, now her work is finally beginning to be recognized and many consider her a unique, original children's poetess.

Her first poems were published in 1961 in the magazines “Murzilka”, “Counselor” and “Pioneer”. After her first publications, Samuel Marshak noticed her: “Emma Moshkovskaya is one of the most gifted young poets writing for children. She has the main thing you need children's poet: genuine, not feigned, cheerfulness, the ability to play with children without adjusting to them.” K. Chukovsky also had an equally high opinion of her work. The first collection of her poems was published in 1962. Five years later she was accepted into the Writers' Union. IN total she published more than 20 poetry collections, which also included fairy tales written by her.

Her poems are written in such childish language that it seems as if they were invented by Small child, not an adult poetess.

I went into my grievance
And he said that I won't go out.
I'll never go out
I will live in it all the years!
And offended
I did not see
Not a flower, not a bush...
And offended
I offended
And a puppy and a cat...
I ate the pie in frustration
And offended I lay down,
And I slept in it for two hours,
I open my eyes...
And she's gone somewhere!
But I didn’t want to look!

Moshkovskaya herself studied vocals as a child and subsequently after graduating from college. Gnesins worked in the Arkhangelsk Philharmonic. This left an imprint on her further work. The characters in the poems do not hide their feelings, they express them loudly and openly.

I'm loud
I sing
about your leg
I sing
about the shoe,
I sing
just!

The children's world that Moshkovskaya depicts in her poems is full of genuine joy, endless happiness and, of course, miracles. Broken toys incredibly become whole again, broken vases and cups glue themselves together, and mom never gets angry. Her children's characters are active, resourceful and inventive. For example, in the poem “Once upon a time there lived a little man,” the hero finds 12 planks and wants to build a house out of them, but there is only enough material for a porch. But he does not despair, and the construction is completed in the most miraculous way. The roof becomes the sky, one of the walls becomes a “curly forest”. “It’s good that there weren’t enough boards, but anyone can come and visit, and the owner will be happy to see anyone.

Moszkowska's poems are full of life and energy. Each of them is a unique poetic discovery.

All around -
snow.
And on the hill -
No!
The rooks saw it.
Everyone screams
Like a sailor from a ship:
- Earth!

Gradually the heroes of her poems grow. New and new joys appear in their lives: first friends, first books, school... The baby is growing up, but in his soul he still, like Moshkovskaya herself, remains the same child. And with him remains a bunch of treasures that are more valuable than anything in the world of adults: more important than money, knowledge.

Adults have glasses
large briefcases,
such huge weights - dumbbells,
a receiver that is worn around the neck.
And such a beautiful piece of glass
No!
They have everything -
Both the watch and the bracelet...
And such a beautiful piece of glass
No!

Angina

Tsarap-Tsarapych got into the throat
And he sits, sits, sits.
But the mighty Kap-Kap-Kapych
He’s angry with Tsarapych.
It came to him from a cup,
Like a cannon in war!..
And Scratch
It became
It's hard.
And take it easy
It became
To me!

Toys, candy

Don't give me -
All this, all this
You take it.
I need a crocodile
So alive
Not very big
Better buy...
I would then
He was tamed.
I would feed him
And he treated.
Let a crocodile live with me!
I would put him in the bath,
And there he has
If only there was water
And he would swim
Back and forth.
He would splash! Swimming!
And I would admire him...

Masha and porridge
This -
Good girl.
Her name is Masha!
And this is her plate.
And in this plate...
No, not porridge,
No, not porridge,
And you guessed right!
Masha village,
Ate porridge -
All, as much as they gave!

My wonderful nose

I do not know anything.
And suddenly
My nose
Speaks,
That somewhere
And someone
Something
Now
It'll burn!
I do not know anything,
I'm sitting in the stuffiness
Nose says:
- Let's take a walk!
I beg you very much! You go with him
And you walk.
He speaks to me.
He says:
– You know, it already smells like spring!

What kinds of gifts are there?

As a gift
You can blow the whistle.
Present
Can be worn.
There are delicious gifts.
I like chocolate:
You can eat the gift
The gold piece of paper will remain.
Present
It might take off.
Sit in a cage
And sing.
Present
Can crawl.
Swim.
Row with fins.
But everyone probably wants
Present,
Which walks!
The one who wags his tail!
And barks...
Everyone wishes!

Whims

All Oksanka's whims
Let's put it in a big sleigh,
We'll take you to a distant forest,
Further than the sea, further than the mountains!
And we'll leave it near the Christmas tree...
Let the evil wolves eat them!

Greedy

The dog walked along the alley,
He was chewing a large bun.
The Puppy came up
I asked for a piece.
The Dog stood up
I started guessing:
To give or not to give?
I told my fortune - I told my fortune -
Did not give.
The meow cat came up,
The cat asked for a pulp.
The Dog stood up
I started guessing:
To give or not to give?
I told my fortune - I told my fortune
Chewed - chewed -
Did not give.
The Frog jumped up,
She whispered in my ear,
The Frog asked for a humpback.
The Dog sat down,
I started guessing:
To give or not to give?
I told my fortune - I told my fortune
Chewed - chewed -
Did not give.
The chicken came up
The Chicken asked for a crust.
The Dog stood up
I started guessing:
To give or not to give?
I told my fortune - I told my fortune
Chewed - chewed -
Did not give.
The Duck came up
I stood there for a minute,
The Duck asked for a little
Just try it!
The Dog sat down,
I started guessing:
To give or not to give?
I told my fortune - I told my fortune
Chewed - chewed
And said:
- I would give it!
I myself
There is nothing more!

Famous acrobat

The wind inflated the shirt -
The wind put on his shirt.
And then in his new clothes
He was swinging on a rope.
He was swinging
Tumbled,
He was spinning
He tried!
He never failed!
Who hasn't guessed it yet?
Speaking
Foremost,
The most glorious
Very funny...
Performs for the guys
Famous acrobat!

I offended my mother

I offended my mother
Now never, never
We won't leave the house together,
We won't go anywhere with her.

She won't wave at the window,
I won't wave either
She won't tell anything
I won't tell you either...

I'll take the bag by the shoulders,
I'll find a piece of bread
I'll find a stronger stick
I'll leave, I'll go to the taiga!

I'll follow the trail
I will look for ore
I'm across a stormy river
I'll go build bridges!

And I will be the main boss,
And I will have a beard
And I will always be sad
And so silent...

And then there will be a winter evening,
And many years will pass,
And then onto the jet plane
Mom will take the ticket.

And on my birthday
That plane will arrive.
And mom will come out from there,
And mom will forgive me!

Sour poems

The sour sun has risen,
Looks - the sky has turned sour,
A sour cloud hung in the sour sky...
And the unhappy sour passers-by are in a hurry
And they eat terribly sour ice cream...
Even sugar is sour!
All the jam has turned sour!
Because the mood was sour.

Is it possible to cry at night?

Is it possible to cry at night?
When do eagle owls laugh?
Is it possible to cry in the morning?
Cry in the morning -
To the chickens' laughter.

And there is no need to cry during the day.
It's better to have a drink during the day!

And no need before bedtime,
Otherwise we won't fall asleep...

Elephant

A huge elephant was tied with a rope.
They chained me to a thick pole.
They ordered the huge elephant in words:
- Don't leave! - they said
He left... Why?

I tied an elephant to a thin reed.
For a thin thread - for kind words:
- Dear elephant! Nice elephant!
You wait, don't go!
And the elephant
He doesn't leave.
He can't leave!..

Legs and lessons

How are you behaving?
Where are you taking me?
What are you up to, legs?
Why did you turn off the road...

Knocked off your slippers...
We rushed across the grass...

Stop, legs!
Feet, march to class!

First deuce

And I have a briefcase in my hand
with a huge deuce in the diary,

and everyone walks lightly...

And everyone is walking
here and there
and just like that
and on business
and near the house
number two
the bus costs
number two,
and the ship from afar
gave for some reason
two beeps...

And my legs barely drag,
and my legs can hardly drag,
and my head hung down,
like the head of the number two...

And someone sings a song
and walks merrily
someone sells candy
and someone buys...

And I have a briefcase in my hand
with a huge D in the diary
with a heavy deuce in the diary,
and everyone walks lightly...

Multiplication table

Tell us
What's six six?

Wait a minute,
Let me sit down!
I won’t figure it out right away!
I'll sit and then I'll tell you.

What is five five?
It would be a shame not to know!

Well, how can I not know this?
I just don't want to say!
I don't want it
Don't want,
I don't want to
And I will remain silent!

What is seven seven?
- I'm completely tired of you!
I'll decide it for you tomorrow
I am busy now,
I'm in a hurry.

What is three times three?
Tell me, but don’t lie!

I'm very sick!
I'm in the heat!
During the heat
I might be lying...

What is two and two?
- Your head is tired...
Well, get rid of me, please!
I'll go ask my mom...

Poems about March for children

March-protalnik

March took off Mother Winter's fur coat,

And he shone with thawed patches,

And he danced drop by drop in silence.

The cockerel shouted to us about spring.

And in the light of days, in the darkness of nights

Suddenly the arable land began to breathe,

On the plumage of rooks

The arable land has become similar.

I look, jubilantly, into the blue

And I invite the rooks to visit us.

M. Sukhorukova

March

Loose snow darkens in March,

The ice on the window is melting.

Bunny running around the desk

And according to the map on the wall.

S. Marshak

March

As soon as the snow disappeared,

The guys went into the forest.

March sends greetings to everyone

And with it - a bouquet of snowdrops!

To Berestov

Spring song

The snow is no longer the same, it has turned black in the field.

The ice on the lakes cracked, as if it had been split.

The clouds are moving faster, the sky has become higher,

The sparrow chirped more cheerfully on the roof.

The stitches and paths are getting blacker every day,

And on the willows the earrings glow like silver.

S. Marshak

The picture is clear - spring has come

What's happened? What's the matter?

The sky suddenly turned blue

And the evil colds rushed away...

There are drops and puddles in the yard...

Who is to blame for this?

Well, of course, the month of March!

I. Pivovarova

Drops

There was a drop hanging on the nose of an evil owl in the forest,

Another drop in height on the plane's tail,

And the third - grab the ray, it’s about to fall from the cloud.

And what is shining in the eyes of the girl on skis?

Of course, this is not a tear, but simply a drop from the roof.

G. Gorbovsky

March

All the snowstorms have died down, and the frosts are not crackling.

Drops dripped from the roofs and icicles hung in a row.

March days have become more fun and warmer

In our garden, in the alleys, thawed patches are already visible.

V. Alferov

Spring Tale

The fish hit the ice together.

And ice began to drift on the river.

V. Berestov

The ice has broken

What's happened? What happened there?

Something big moved...

And it creaked and rustled,

And it groaned and walked...

Something is going on somewhere...

The ice has broken!

E. Moshkovskaya

Sparrow

In a gray patched vest

A sparrow sits on a branch

Swings on a branch.

The cold weather is ending.

Brown snow melts on the roof.

Well, the sun is getting higher.

Having survived the winter cold,

Sparrow shouts: “I’m alive!”

E. Avdienko

Solstice

Every day - every minute

The day is longer - the night is shorter.

Slowly, little by little

Drive winter away!

B. Berestov

Snowdrops

The sun has warmed the Christmas trees, the pines and fallen trees,

The first snowdrops boldly entered the clearing.

These spring days have straightened up and blossomed

Children are tender earths - to everyone's surprise.

They stand on a thawed patch, sway in the wind,

Like stars are shining, they smile at the forest.

Sometimes it rains and snowflakes fall,

And the snowdrops are blooming and making the world happy.

G. Ladonshchikov

March

The sun rises higher in March

Its rays are hot.

Soon the roof will be dripping,

The rooks will scream in the garden.

S. Marshak

Icicle

Gurgling in drops,

The icicle cried:

I wanted to sit higher

I wanted to climb onto the roof.

I stepped on the cornice -

And I'm afraid to fall down!

N. Polyakova

Spring song

The light drops told about spring,

Early in the morning they sang cheerfully about spring:

Spring! Spring! Spring is coming!

She brings warmth and light!

If the roofs are leaking and there are snowdrifts below,

So, the sun is hot, put away your skis!

A sparrow perked up high above the roof:

Today I will hear about spring before anyone else.

N. Vinogradova

Spring

Spring hurried to the river,

To slide on the skating rink.

Stepped onto solid ice floes -

The river depths opened up.

Spring hastened to the clearing,

Pick up snow in your palms,

Fluff, tender snowflakes -

And the snowdrop opened.

E. Moshkovskaya

How glorious it is to live in the world,

Especially in spring!

I'm walking and the warm wind

Like a forest, it runs after me.

The top of my head has thawed

At the bald hillock,

And it smells like fresh shavings

From the collective farm yard!

A. Logunov

Mother's day

Here is a snowdrop in a clearing,

I found it.

I'll take the snowdrop to mom,

Although it didn't bloom.

And me with the flower so tenderly

Mom hugged

That my snowdrop has opened

From her warmth.

G. Vieru

Winter gives way to spring

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Spring is coming to us young

A. S. Pushkin. “The cold winds are still blowing...”

Cold winds are still blowing
And the morning frosts hit.
Fresh from the spring thawed patches
Early flowers appeared
As if from a wonderful kingdom of wax,
From fragrant honey kelley
The first bee flew out
Flew over early flowers
Explore the red spring:
Will there be a dear guest soon,
Will the meadows soon turn green?
Soon will the curly birch tree
Sticky leaves will bloom,
The fragrant bird cherry will bloom.

1. What season did the poet depict? Support your answer with lines from the poem.

2. "Showed up" early flowers." What are the first flowers you know - primroses?

3. “The Kingdom of Wax” – what is it? And what did the poet call a “fragrant cell”? Why did he call it that?

Artistic text

In the poem by A. S. Pushkin, the beehive is called the “wax kingdom”, and each cell for honey in the hive is called a “honey cell”. Poet compares a hive and its inhabitants, bees, with a monastery where monks live in cells. This figurative expressions .

This text - art. IN literary text figurative expressions are used. They make the text interesting, expressive.

Folk signs

In March, the chicken will drink from a puddle.

In April the earth crumbles.

May is not cold, but hungry.

1. What does it say? folk signs? How do you understand them?

2. Find consonances in signs. Which one has a contrast?

B. L. Pasternak. March. Excerpt

The sun warms up to the point of sweat,
And the ravine is raging, stupefied.
Like the hefty ones 1
Hefty - healthy, strong, strong.
cowgirls work
Spring is in full swing...

1. How do you understand the expressions: “heats you up in a sweat”, “rages, stupefied, ravine”, “work boils in your hands”? Say it differently. What's more interesting?

2. Can you imagine working as a cowgirl? This is hard and dirty work: feeding, watering the cattle, cleaning up after them... Think about why the poet compared the work of spring with the work of a cowgirl.

Remember what other poets compare spring with and with whom.

3. Find in the passage from the poem words and expressions that are usually used in oral speech. Why does the poet use them in this passage?

A. N. Maikov. "The swallow has rushed..."

The swallow came rushing
Because of the white sea,
She sat down and sang:
“Whatever, February, don’t be angry,
How are you, March, don’t frown,
Be it snow or rain -
Everything smells like spring!”

1. How do you understand the expression “everything smells like spring”? Are we talking only about smells or something else? Say it differently. What does spring really smell like?

2. Read the poem first cheerfully and joyfully, and then sadly and sadly. Which reading option conveys the content of the poem? Explain your answer.

V.V. Bianchi. Sinichkin calendar. April

Zinka flew to the river.

He flies over the field, flies over the meadow, hears: streams are singing everywhere. Streams are singing, streams are flowing - everyone is going to the river.

I flew to the river, and the river was terrible: the ice on it had turned blue, water was coming out near the shore.

Zinka sees: every day, more streams run to the river. The stream will make its way through the ravine unnoticed under the snow and jump from the bank into the river. And soon many streams, streams and rivulets crowded into the river - they hid under the ice.

Then a thin black and white bird flew in, ran along the shore, swayed its long tail, and squealed:

- P-lick! Pee-lick!

-What are you squeaking? – asks Zinka. - Why are you waving your tail?

- P-lick! - answers the thin bird. - Don't you know my name? Icebreaker. Now I’ll swing my tail and when I crack it on the ice, the ice will burst and the river will flow.

- Well, yes! – Zinka didn’t believe it. - You're bragging.

- Ah well! - says the thin bird. - P-lick!

And let's swing our tail even more.

Then suddenly there’s a boom somewhere up the river, as if from a cannon! The icebreaker fluttered and, in fright, flapped its wings so much that in one minute it disappeared from sight.

And Zinka sees: the ice has cracked like glass. These are the streams - all that ran into the river - as they strained, pressed from below - the ice burst. It burst and disintegrated into ice floes, large and small.

The river has flown. She went and went - and no one could stop her. The ice floes swayed on it, floated, ran, circled each other, and those on the side were pushed onto the shore.

Immediately, all kinds of water birds swooped in, as if somewhere here, nearby, around the corner, they were waiting: ducks, seagulls, long-legged sandpipers. And lo and behold, Icebreaker is back, scurrying along the shore with her little legs, wagging her tail. Everyone squeaks, screams, and has fun. Those who catch fish dive into the water after them, those who poke their noses into the mud and look for something there, those who catch flies over the shore.

- Zin-zin-ho! Zin-zin-ho! Ice drift, ice drift! - Zinka sang.

And she flew to tell the Old Sparrow what she saw on the river.

And Old Sparrow said to her:

“You see, spring comes first to the field, and then to the river.” Remember: the month in which our rivers are free of ice is called April. Now fly back into the forest. You'll see what happens there.

And Zinka quickly flew into the forest.

1. Find in the text and read about spring streams. What words and expressions help the reader imagine streams as animate, alive?

2. “Many streams, rivulets and rivulets crowded into the river.” Find words with the same root here. Think about why the writer put them together in one sentence.

3. What is the difference between a stream, a rivulet, and a stream in nature? What is the difference between the words that call them?

4. The bird is called Icebreaker. Does she really break the ice on the river with her tail? Guess why it was called that.

5. What sign of April did Old Sparrow tell Zinka?

6. Divide the text into parts according to events, try to title the parts with words from the text. For example:

1) Zinka flew to the river.

2) A black and white bird flew in...

Continue.

Proverb

The oatmeal sang to the stonefly: “Leave the sleigh, take the cart.”

1. Find consonance.

2. What is a stonefly? Who is this oatmeal? Why is the bunting song related to stoneflies?

3. What stoneflies do you know?

E. E. Moshkovskaya. The ice has broken

1. “The ice has broken.” How can I say it differently?

2. Did the poetess talk interestingly about the ice drift? What helped her convey the sound of the moving river?

Sound recording

You can select sounds and arrange them in artistic speech in such a way that they enhance its sound expressiveness. Sounds can convey the murmur of a stream, the singing of birds, the noise of trees, etc. This sound writing.

S. A. Yesenin. Bird cherry. Excerpt

Bird cherry fragrant
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches,
What curls, curled.
And satin tassels
Under the pearls of dew
They burn like clear earrings
The girl has beauty.
Fragrant bird cherry,
Having hung himself, he stands,
And the greenery is golden
It's burning in the sun...

1. How does the poet talk about bird cherry branches? What does he compare flower brushes to?

2. What mood does the poem make you feel? Why? What words and expressions create this mood? Pass it on when reading.

Comparison

Poets and writers often compare one subject to another. Comparison does artistic speech expressive, figurative.

A. N. Pleshcheev. My kindergarten

How fresh and green my garden is!
The lilac blossomed in it;
From fragrant bird cherry
And from the curly linden trees the shadow...
True, there are no pale lilies in it,
Proud dahlias,
And only motley heads
The poppy alone exalts.
Yes, there is a sunflower at the entrance,
Like a faithful sentinel,
Guarding his own path,
All overgrown with grass...

1. Have you seen dahlias? Why did the poet call them proud? Do you like this figurative definition? What would you say about dahlias?

2. Who is the sunflower compared to?

3. Does the poet observe his garden at one time of the year or at different times? By what signs can you recognize this?

4. Do you think the poet loves his kindergarten? Try to convey this when reading the poem.

5. In what lines last words consonant (rhyme)?

6. Compose an oral description of “My Garden.” Try to tell about your garden in an interesting way, use figurative comparisons and definitions.

S. A. Yesenin. “The bird cherry tree is pouring snow...”

The bird cherry tree is pouring snow,
Greenery in bloom and dew.
In the field, leaning towards escape,
Rooks walk in the strip.
Silk grass will fade,
Smells like resinous pine.
Oh, meadows and oak groves, -
I'm besotted with spring.

1. “The bird cherry tree is pouring snow.” Do you like this expression? Can we call it a figurative comparison? Why? Does it help you see what is depicted? Tell me what you imagined.

2. “Silk grass will disappear.” Can the grass be called silk at the height of summer?

3. Prepare for expressive reading poems: after reading the poem to yourself, determine the mood expressed by the poet; place the accents correctly; mentally pause; determine the desired reading pace. Read the poem expressively.

Folk sign

March with water, April with grass, and May with flowers.

A. A. Blok. Crow

Here is a crow on a sloping roof
So it remained shaggy since winter...
And there are spring bells in the air,
Even the crow’s spirit became busy...
Suddenly she jumped to the side with a stupid leap,
She looks down at the ground sideways:
What is white under the tender grass?
There they turn yellow under the gray bench
Last year's wet shavings...
It's all the crow's toys,
And the crow is so happy,
It’s spring, and it’s easy to breathe!..

1. What is a “sloping roof”? You can easily answer this question if you guess what word the word “rolling” is derived from.

2. “The spirit took over the crow.” Explain this expression. How can you say this differently? What's more interesting?

3. “There are spring bells in the air.” About which spring sounds does the poem say?

4. What mood is expressed in the poem? Try to convey it while reading.

5. Watch the crows. What do they look like in spring? How do they move? How do they communicate with each other? How is this said in the verses? Compose your own text - a description of the crow.

Folk sign

Crows bathe in early spring to bring warmth, and crow themselves to bring rain.

Mystery

Fluffy blanket
It fell on the field
It's been winter
For the time being it was silent
And in the spring it screamed,
It started running along the ravines.

Guess a riddle. What are the characteristics of the item? What is it compared to? What actions characterize him?

V. A. Zhukovsky. Lark

In the sun dark forest burst into flames,
In the valley thin steam whitens,
And he sang an early song
In the azure the lark is ringing.
It’s so easy for me here, it’s so welcoming,
So boundless, so airy;
I see all of God's world here.
And my song glorifies God!

1. “The forest glowed.” Say it differently. What is "azure"?

2. "I sing the arrival of spring" - I sing song. Does the word have the same meaning here? sing? Sing- make a voice musical sounds. Sing(outdated) – to praise, glorify, glorify. In which of these two meanings did you use the word? sing V. A. Zhukovsky?

3. What does the lark sing about? Answer with lines of a poem.

4. Can you imagine what a lark looks like? If not, then find a picture of it in an encyclopedia or on the Internet.

Vasily Andreevich Zhukovsky

Vasily Andreevich Zhukovsky was a close friend of A.S. Pushkin. He was older than Pushkin, and Pushkin considered him his teacher in literature. V. A. Zhukovsky was very educated person, an excellent teacher. It is no coincidence that it was Zhukovsky who was entrusted with raising the royal children.

Zhukovsky, like Pushkin, valued oral creativity people. Some of his works were written in the spirit of the people. Zhukovsky and Pushkin even competed to see who could write the best fairy tale in folk style. For this purpose, Zhukovsky wrote the fairy tale “The Sleeping Princess,” and Pushkin wrote “The Tale of Tsar Saltan.”

A. A. Fet. Spring rain

It’s still light in front of the window,
The sun shines through the gaps in the clouds,
And the sparrow with its wing,
Swimming in the sand, it trembles.
And from heaven to earth,
The curtain moves, swinging,
And as if in gold dust
Behind it stands the edge of the forest.
Two drops splashed onto the glass,
The linden trees smell of fragrant honey,
And something came to the garden,
By fresh leaves drumming.

1. How did the poet talk about rain in the sun and through the sun? Find and read the required stanza.

2. People talk about rain through the sun - The princess is crying. Think about why they say this.

3. Where do you think the poet sees the rain coming from? What did he see, what did he hear, and what did he smell? Find and read the necessary lines.

I. S. Nikitin. Spring in the steppe. Excerpt

The steppe is wide,
The steppe is deserted,
Why are you like this
Are you looking cloudy?
Wake up! Came
It's the same time;
Get into the flowers
In the velvet of green;
Decorate yourself
Dewy pearls;
Call the guests
Celebrate spring.
Look around:
The sky is clear
Blue tent
Spread out
Golden crown
The sun is red
Everything is on fire
Above the oak grove.
New life
It's a warm day,
Breeze on chest
He asks to see you.

1. " Get out into flowers." How do you understand the highlighted word? Replace it with other words that are similar in meaning. What other meaning does the word have? clean up?

2. “Awake.” Directly or in figurative meaning is this word used here? Can we call it figurative? What other figurative words and expressions did the poet use in this poem? What did you like most about it?

3. “Call the guests.” Who is the poet addressing? What words and expressions represent the steppe to us as Living being? Think about who the steppe might invite to “celebrate spring.”

4. What does the poet call for “the wide steppe”? Answer with lines of a poem.

Folk sign

Spring rain grows, autumn rain rots.

Explain why they say this. Find the contrasts.

Questions and tasks for review

1. What time of year do poets and writers talk about in the works collected in this section? What kind of mood do these works have? Support your answer by reading a poem. Are there any sad ones among them?

2. Pollen, play ravine, grass, whistler. Which of these ancient names the spring months correspond to March, April and May? Do you understand why these months were called that?

3. Learn by heart those poems about spring that you liked the most.

4. What spring holidays You know?

5. Talk about beauty spring forest, park, garden. Words and expressions from the poems and stories you read will help you. Try to use figurative comparisons and definitions in the story.

6. Borrow a book from the library about your favorite season. Write down what you read in your Reader's Diary.

This is not possible, but this is possible and necessary

S. V. Obraztsov. This is not possible, but this is possible and necessary

I often remember my childhood years. And it happens that I am ashamed of what I did in my childhood, and, on the contrary, it happens that I remember some of my actions with joy and I am not ashamed of them.

So I would like to tell you about what I am ashamed to remember, and about what I am happy to remember. Maybe this will be useful for you to know.

S. V. Obraztsov. Sparrow

When I was about eight years old, my dad, mom and I younger brother we lived in Moscow, in Sokolniki... Then there was not only asphalt, but even pavement in our lane, but just dirt. There are very few cars. Very rarely does a car pass by and everyone is surprised by it.

Instead of cars there were cabs. And since there were cab drivers, that means there were horses, and since there were horses, that means oats were often spilled from the sack on the streets - that’s the name of the bag of oats that was hung from the horse’s muzzle. Sparrows often gathered around the spilled oats.

Someone gave me a thin stick ending in a sharp metal rod. If you throw this stick, it will certainly stick into the ground. I threw it right where the sparrows were sitting.

And then something very terrible happened. The tip of the stick pierced the sparrow, and it fluttered. I ran up and pulled out this stick, but, of course, the wounded sparrow could not take off.

I began to scream, cry and took this sparrow in my hands. The edges of his beak were yellow. This means that it was a very young sparrow.

I decided to let him go somewhere on the grass.

There was a gate in the neighboring fence. They did not reach the ground itself, and between the gate and the ground it was clear that there was a lot of good grass in the yard. I carefully let the little sparrow under this gate. He galloped off and lay down in the grass, and I kept looking and looking at him. Little Sparrow was breathing heavily, then he began to flutter and froze. Then I realized that he had died. I was already crying, but then I cried even harder and ran home.

The old nanny met me at home. I told her what happened. She furrowed her eyebrows and told me, “This is very bad. This big sin. God will punish you."

In the evening my mother came home from work, and I told her everything.

“...What you did,” said my mother, “is a sin, a real sin... before everything that lives on earth, that means, before the sparrow. You can’t do that.”

1. The boy threw the stick to where the sparrows were sitting. He did it: by negligence; in order to kill a bird; on purpose; accidentally; without thinking about the consequences. Choose what you need. Think about whether the boy is guilty and what exactly is his fault.

2. What place in the story is the most intense, difficult? Read it again.

3. How did the adults react to the boy’s action? Do you think the nanny and the boy’s mother did the right thing?

4. After this incident, the boy tried to be better and became better. Do you think the condemnation of adults helped him in this? Imagine what would have happened if his mother and nanny had not condemned him, but pitied him.

5. What is the main idea of the story?

6. What is a sack? Find the author's explanation in the text.

7. In Rus', any bag or pouch was called a sack. The bag was worn over the shoulder or over the shoulders, just as a backpack is now worn.

Read the expressions.

“Pour salt into the little bag.”

“Runs around like a fool with a dirty bag.”

“Give him at least a bag of pies, even a devil with horns - it’s all the same.”

Tell us what these bags are in size and purpose.

S. V. Obraztsov. flying squirrel

I was already seventeen years old. My father was appointed head of the expedition... My father took me on as a worker.

First, we sailed about three hundred kilometers on a boat along the Vychegda River. This is very big river. We sailed for many days, and at night we simply slept on the shore in sleeping bags.

It was already late autumn.

And one day this incident happened. We fell asleep in sleeping bags on the sand by the river, and when we woke up in the morning, we saw that everything around us was white and white with frost. It’s like snow... And there are bear tracks on it. It turns out that the bear approached us at night and probably sniffed us, and then the tracks went to the river and ended at the water itself. This means the bear entered the water and swam away. Bears don't swim very well, but they can still swim across the river.

Then we sailed along the Vishera River, and then along the narrow Nivshera River. But here we no longer rowed, but pushed off with poles. And then we walked a hundred kilometers through the taiga...

It was complete taiga. Amazing, like in a fairy tale. You've probably read Pushkin, or your mother read it to you:

There on unknown paths
Traces of unseen beasts.
There's a hut there on chicken legs
It stands without windows, without doors.

In Russians folk tales There are similar huts on chicken legs. Baba Yagis live in them and their noses touch the ceiling.

So, these huts actually exist... These are warehouses for hunters' spoils. They stand on poles or cut down tall stumps. A piece of board is placed on top of such a stump, and again the same log is placed on top of the board. This is to prevent mice from getting into the hut. They will reach the board and feet; they cannot crawl on the board upside down and upside down with their paws. They are not flies, but mice.

There are no windows or doors in the hut so that a bear cannot break down a door or window with its paw.

How to get into the hut? It turns out that you need to pull out the floorboard, and then you can get in there. I even slept in such a hut once. You can’t stand there, but you can lie down or sit there...

Our guide often killed hazel grouse and wood grouse, and then we boiled them in a pot over a fire. This guide wanted to teach me how to shoot. For some reason I didn’t really want this, but he kept saying: “Well, try, Sergei, try. Of course, you won’t hit a flying duck, but it’s not so difficult to hit a sitting flying squirrel.”

The flying squirrel is a wonderful squirrel, all gray. Between her front and hind legs she has, as it were, membranes of skin, only they are all covered with fur. And if the flying squirrel spreads all four legs, then it turns out to be a small square, sort of like a small fur parachute, and the flying squirrel’s jump from tree to tree is a little like flying, which is why it is called a “flying squirrel.”

And then one day we saw a flying squirrel flying from a tall pine tree to a larch tree.

There are a lot of larches in the north. They are huge, like pine trees, and very beautiful in the fall. They really have golden needles...

A flying squirrel sits on a golden branch and looks at us funny. The sky is blue. Transparent like glass. This only happens in the fall. There are white clouds in the sky. Three ducks flew over the very top of the larches. They flapped their wings very quickly. As if they were in a hurry somewhere important matter. The flying squirrel looked at them, followed them with her gaze, and then began to look at us again. She probably saw people for the first time in her life.

The guide gave me a gun and explained how to aim.

Even though I was seventeen years old, for some reason I felt very ashamed to admit that I didn’t want to kill a flying squirrel. And so I did everything as the guide said. He took aim and pulled the trigger. The butt hit me painfully in the shoulder, and the flying squirrel fell through the branches to the ground.

I walked up to her and took her in my hands. She was still moving, and then she died. This was sixty years ago, even more. But since then I have never killed anyone - neither a bird nor an animal. I can not do it.

When real hunters kill game so that later people have something to eat, this is understandable. People cannot live without this. But this is a hunting profession, this is their job. But for entertainment, for pleasure, in my opinion, there is no need to kill anyone.

1. Why was the squirrel called a flying squirrel?

4. Pay attention to how honestly and frankly the author talks about his bad deeds. Are there any actions in your life that you are now ashamed of? Can you tell us about them?

5. Read the words in the text that express main idea story.

6. You learned from the story that huts on chicken legs exist not only in fairy tales. What is it like, this hut-warehouse? And why is this? Remember in which story you have already seen a description of a hut-warehouse. Compare how they are similar and how they differ.

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Eh, for a long time I was going to talk a little about another children's writer, whose poems and fairy tales I (and it should be noted, not just me) really like. But, after another viewing of the cartoon “And Mother Will Forgive Me” by my son, I finally decided to do it. Maybe there will be other admirers of this poem and the cartoon of the same name!?

Emma Moshkovskaya occupies a special place in children's literature. And although during her lifetime she was not fully blessed with the rays of fame, now her work is finally beginning to be recognized and many consider her a unique, original children's poetess.

Her first poems were published in 1961 in the magazines “Murzilka”, “Counselor” and “Pioneer”. After her first publications, Samuel Marshak noticed her: “Emma Moshkovskaya is one of the most gifted young poets writing for children. She has the main thing that a children’s poet needs: genuine, not feigned, gaiety, the ability to play with children without adjusting to them.” K. Chukovsky also had an equally high opinion of her work. The first collection of her poems was published in 1962. Five years later she was accepted into the Writers' Union. In total, she published more than 20 poetry collections, which also included fairy tales written by her.

Her poems are written in such childish language that it seems as if they were invented by a small child, and not an adult poetess.

I'll start right away with our favorite:

I offended my mother
Now never, never
We won't leave the house together,
We won’t go anywhere with her.

She won't wave at the window,
And I won't wave to her,
She won't tell anything
And I won't tell her...

I'll take the bag by the shoulders,
I'll find a piece of bread
Find me a stronger stick,
I'll go, I'll go to the taiga!

I will follow the trail
I will look for ore
And through the stormy river
Let's go build bridges!

And I will be the main boss,
And I'll be with a beard,
And I will always be sad
And so silent...

And then it will be a winter evening,
And many years will pass,
And then onto the jet plane
Mom will take the ticket.

And on my birthday
That plane will fly in,
And mom will come out from there,
And mom will forgive me.
there is also a cartoon

There are also cartoons:
“Day of Riddles” (film, 1987), text author
“Cunning Old Ladies” (film, 1980), screenwriter
“Chicken Checkered” (film, 1978), screenwriter
“Clown” (film, 1977), screenwriter
“The Goat and His Grief” (film, 1976), screenwriter
“Why does the lion have a big mane?” (film, 1976), screenwriter
“Hippopotamus” (film, 1975), screenwriter
“And Mom will forgive me” (film, 1975), based on a poem by E. Moshkovskaya
“The Goat and the Donkey” (film, 1974), screenwriter

“Poems and Fairy Tales”, “Give a Crocodile”, “Dreams of Summer”, “Happy Island”, “One Hundred Guys - kindergarten"", "Grandfather Tree", "Good News", "I Sing", "Greedy", "Book for a Friend", "We Play School", "Pure Song", "Walk with Father", "We Play Shop ", "Who is the kindest", "Cheerful wind", "The sun washes itself", " Polite word", "Once upon a time there was a Gray Goat in the world", "A house was built for everyone", "Forward looking", "Shadow and day", "I will draw the sun", "How frogs learned to croak", "Fun store", "Gifts in park”, “Where the sun sets”, “The finch has warmed up”, “The earth is spinning!”, “I love it when it’s morning”, “Listen, it’s raining!”, “Isn’t it time for a lesson?”, “Uncle Shar”.

Surely you know all these books:

The dog walked along the alley and chewed a large bun... - we bought this book one of the first. The folding book, by the way, is still alive. Really like. Simple and fun. Every time we discuss the action of a puppy who did not want to share his bun.

"Grandfather Tree"

At Grandfather Tree's
Good hands -
Large
Greens
Kind hands...
Some kind of bird
He's fussing in his hands.
Some kind of bird
Sits on shoulders.
Grandfather Tree is so nice -
Squirrel shakes with a huge hand...
The bug rushed
And sat down
And swayed
And I admired everything
and I admired everything.
The dragonflies came rushing
And they rocked too.
And the midges came rushing,
And the midges swayed.
And all the waxwings
In a feather bed
Laughed, swayed,
They swayed and whistled!
Grandfather Tree picked up the bees
And he sat it on the palm of his hand...
Grandfather Tree has kind hands -
Large
Greens
Kind hands...
There are probably a hundred of them...
Or one hundred twenty-five...
To rock everyone!
To rock everyone!

Polite word

Http://funforkids.ru/diafilm/179/01.jpg-here you can watch the filmstrip
A fairy tale in verse by Emma Moshkovskaya.
“Nothing comes so easily to us and is valued so dearly as human communication.” A Human communication implies politeness. Help little man This fairy tale will help you consolidate the knowledge received from your parents in this difficult science.

“Oh, what words there were!
And aren't we
Have they been forgotten?
IF YOU…
ALLOW ME…
They have long since been eaten by moths!
But please…
SORRY…
I could have saved them!”
Save, remember, consume.
Age: 3 - 6 years.

The theater is opening!
Everything is getting ready for the start!
Tickets available
For a polite word.

At three o'clock the cash register opened,
A lot of people gathered,
Even the Hedgehog is elderly
Came in a little alive...

Come on over,
Hedgehog, Hedgehog!
You've got a ticket
In which row?

Closer to me:
See bad,
Well, thank you!
Well, I'll go.

The sheep says:
- I have one place!
Here is my THANK YOU -
Good word.

Duck:
- Quack!
First row!
For me and for the guys! -
And the duck got it
GOOD MORNING.

And the deer:
- Good afternoon!
Unless you're too lazy,
Dear Cashier,
I would really like to ask
Me, my wife and daughter
In the second row
Give me the best places
Here's mine
PLEASE! -

Yard Dog says:
- Look what he brought!
Here is my HEALTHY -
A polite word.

Polite word?
Don't you have another?

I see
In your mouth
HELLO.
And it’s GREAT! Give it up!

Quit! Quit!
- Please! Please!

We get tickets -
Eight! Eight!
We ask for eight
Goats, Elks,
GRATITUDE
We bring it to you.

And suddenly
Pushing
old women,
Starikov,
Petukhov,
Barsukov...
Suddenly Clubfoot burst in,
Squeezing off the tails and paws,
Knocked an elderly hare...

Cashier, give me a ticket!
- Your polite word?
- I do not have that.
- Oh, you don’t have that?
Don't get a ticket.
- I have a ticket!
- No and no.
- I have a ticket!

No and no,
don't knock is my answer.
Don't growl is my advice.
Don't knock, don't growl,
Goodbye, hello.

The cashier didn't give me anything!
The clubfoot began to cry,
And he left with tears,
And he came to his furry mother.

Mom spanked lightly
Clubfoot son
And took it out of the chest of drawers
Something very polite...
Unfolded
And shook it
And sneezed
And sighed:

Oh, what words there were!
And aren't we
Have they been forgotten?

If you please...
ALLOW ME...
They've been eaten by moths a long time ago!
But please...
SORRY...
I could have saved them!
Poor PLEASE
What's left of him?
This word
Golden.
This word
I'll patch it up! -
Alive and alive
I put it down
Two patches...
Everything is fine!

One-two!
all words
Washed it well
Gave the bear cub:
Goodbye,
Before JUMPING
AND BEFORE THE TUMBLING,
I RESPECT YOU VERY MUCH...
And a dozen in reserve.

Here, dear son,
And always carry it with you!

The theater is opening!
Everything is ready for the beginning!
Tickets available
For your polite word!

This is the second call!
Teddy bear with all his might
Runs up to the cash register...

GOODBYE! HELLO!
GOOD NIGHT! AND DAWN!
WONDERFUL DAWN

And the cashier gives tickets -
Not one, but three!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
HOUSEWARMING!
LET ME HUG YOU!
And the cashier gives tickets -
Not one, but five.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I INVITE YOU TO ME!

And the cashier is delighted
Stand on your head!
And to the cashier / At full strength
I really want to sing:
"Very-very-very-very-
Very polite Bear!"

THANKFUL!
I'M SORRY!

Good guy!
- I'm trying.
- What a clever girl!

Here comes the Bear!
And she's worried
And glows with happiness!

Hello,
Ursa!
You know,
Ursa,
Your son is a nice bear,
Even we can't believe it!

Why can't I believe it? -
The Bear speaks. -
My son is great!
Goodbye!

I'm loud
I sing
about your leg
I sing
about the shoe,
I sing
just!

The children's world that Moshkovskaya depicts in her poems is full of genuine joy, endless happiness and, of course, miracles. Broken toys incredibly become whole again, broken vases and cups glue themselves together, and mom never gets angry. (Oh, if only it were like this for real) Her children's characters are active, resourceful and inventive. For example, in the poem “Once upon a time there lived a little man,” the hero finds 12 planks and wants to build a house out of them, but there is only enough material for a porch. But he does not despair, and the construction is completed in the most miraculous way. The roof becomes the sky, one of the walls becomes a “curly forest”. “It’s good that there weren’t enough boards, but anyone can come and visit, and the owner will be happy to see anyone.

Moszkowska's poems are full of life and energy. Each of them is a unique poetic discovery.

All around -
snow.
And on the hill -
No!
The rooks saw it.
Everyone screams
Like a sailor from a ship:
- Earth!

(04/15/1926 – ?.?.1981) was born in Moscow. Father's brothers - famous polar pilot Yakov Moshkovsky, founder of Russian pharmacology Mikhail Mashkovsky. As the poetess herself recalled, the family was very friendly and hardworking. The girl was surrounded by an atmosphere of love, cordiality, and mutual understanding. Emma Moshkovskaya with early age began to show extraordinary vocal abilities, so after graduating from school she chose the Gnessin State Musical and Pedagogical School. After graduating from college, she worked for three years as an assigned soloist of the Arkhangelsk Philharmonic. Returning home, Emma Moshkovskaya entered the opera and choral studio at the Moscow Conservatory. ABOUT literary career I didn’t even think about it, although I was seriously interested in poetry and wrote poetry. Often these were friendly epigrams, comic texts for drinking songs of familiar bards. In 1960, Emma Moshkovskaya decided to send several of her poems to the editorial board. children's magazine"Murzilka". To her surprise, they were not only printed, but even received highly appreciated Marshak and Chukovsky, who predicted a great future for the aspiring author. In addition to “Murzilka,” Emma Moshkovskaya collaborated with the magazines “Pioneer” and “Counselor,” and 1962 became a turning point for her - the poetess released her first collection of poems for children, “Uncle Shar.” She quickly became a very popular author - publishing houses published two or three of her books per year. In addition to poetry, Emma Moshkovskaya tried her hand as a prose writer, playwright, and translator. Having become a member of the Writers' Union, she decided to end her musical career, devoting herself entirely to literature. In the 70s, Emma Moshkovskaya replenished her creative treasury with several scripts for animated films, as well as two gramophone records with recordings of poetry. Her new books continued to be a big hit with young readers. To be fair, it must be said that the poetess’s style of versification - deliberately childish, almost colloquial - often aroused criticism from her colleagues: once the Krokodil magazine even published a rather poisonous parody of Viktor Zavadsky’s poem “Cows Chew.” In addition, Emma Moshkovskaya began to increasingly feel a complete breakdown due to growing health problems. Last years In her life, she practically did not compose anything new - she completed and edited poems she had once begun, which later became the basis for the posthumous collections “Good News” and “Grandfather Tree”. Over the past years, interest in the poetess’s work has not weakened at all: books are actively being republished, her poems, fairy tales, and stories continue to be translated into different languages world, and songs based on poems by Emma Moshkovskaya, written by Soviet composers, are still performed by the “stars” of Russian pop and rock music. The secret of this enduring success was formulated many years ago by Samuel Marshak: “She has the main thing that a children’s poet needs: genuine, not feigned, cheerfulness, the ability to play with children without adjusting to them.” It’s just a pity that “adults” still remain unpublished lyrical works, which Emma Moshkovskaya wrote throughout her short, but such a vibrant life.

Poems by Emma Moshkovskaya for children (texts)

“Sore throat”, “Height”, “Greedy”, “ Hard way", "Spring arithmetic", "Golden web", "What kind of gifts are there", "It's time for winter...", "Everyone put on fur coats", "I offended my mother", "We said goodbye", "Good evening" , “The famous acrobat”, “My wonderful nose”, “The train is rushing”, “The chicken was walking to Kud-Kudaki”, “I went into my grievance”, “Two steps”, “Sour poems”, “Night poems”, “ Nose, wash your face!”, “I sing”, “Talking cat”, “Give me a crocodile!”