A funny poem about an unusual tree on which stockings and shoes grow. Every child can rip off his own shoes to suit his taste - even bast shoes, even boots...
Miracle tree read
Like our Miron,
A crow sits on the bow.
And there are ruffs on the tree,
They build nests from noodles,
The ram boarded the ship,
And I went to the garden.
In a garden bed,
Chocolates are growing.
And at our gates,
The miracle tree is growing.
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Wonderful!
Not the leaves on it,
Not flowers on it,
And stockings and shoes,
Like apples!
Mom will go through the garden,
Mom will pick it from the tree
Shoes, boots.
New shoes.
Dad will go through the garden,
Dad will pick it from the tree
Masha - gaiters,
Zinke - boots,
Ninke - stockings,
And for Murochka these
Tiny blue
Knitted shoes
And with pompoms!
This is the tree
Wonderful tree!
Hey you guys
Bare heels,
Torn boots,
Tattered shoes.
Who needs boots?
Run to the miracle tree!
The bast shoes are ripe,
The felt boots are ripe,
Why are you yawning?
Don't you cut them off?
Tear them up, you wretches!
Rip, barefoot!
You won't have to again
Show off in the cold
Holes-patches,
Bare heels!
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MIRACLE TREE
Like ours at the gate
The miracle tree is growing.
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Wonderful!
Not the leaves on it,
Not flowers on it,
And stockings and shoes,
Like apples!
Mom will go through the garden,
Mom will pick it from the tree
Shoes, boots.
New shoes.
Dad will go through the garden,
Dad will pick it from the tree
Masha - gaiters,
Zinke - boots,
Ninke - stockings,
And for Murochka these
Tiny blue
Knitted shoes
And with pompoms!
This is the tree
Wonderful tree!
Hey you guys
Bare heels,
Torn boots,
Tattered shoes.
Who needs boots?
Run to the miracle tree!
The bast shoes are ripe,
The felt boots are ripe,
Why are you yawning?
Don't you cut them off?
Tear them up, you wretches!
Rip, barefoot!
You won't have to again
Show off in the cold
Holes-patches,
Bare heels!
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
CROCODILE
(An old, old fairy tale)
Part one
Once upon a time there was
Crocodile.
He walked the streets
He smoked cigarettes.
He spoke Turkish -
Crocodile, Crocodile Crocodilovich!
And behind him are the people
And he sings and shouts:
- What a freak, such a freak!
What a nose, what a mouth!
And where does such a monster come from?
The schoolchildren are behind him,
The chimney sweeps are behind him,
And they push him.
They offend him;
And some kid
Showed him the shish
And some kind of watchdog
Bit him on the nose.-
Bad watchdog, ill-mannered.
The Crocodile looked back
And he swallowed the watchdog.
Swallowed it along with the collar.
The people got angry
And he calls and shouts:
- Hey, hold him
Yes, tie him up
Take him to the police quickly!
He runs into the tram
Everyone shouts: - Ay-ay-ay! -
And run
Somersault,
Go home
At the corners:
- Help! Save! Have mercy!
The policeman ran up:
- What's that noise? What kind of howl?
How dare you walk here,
Speak Turkish?
Crocodiles are not allowed to walk here.
Crocodile grinned
And he swallowed the poor guy,
Swallowed it with boots and a saber.
Everyone is trembling with fear.
Everyone is screaming in fear.
Only one
Citizen
Didn't squeal
Didn't tremble -
He's a fighter
Well done,
He's a hero
Daring:
He walks the streets without a nanny.
He said: - You are a villain.
You eat people
So for this my sword -
Your head off your shoulders! -
And he waved his toy saber.
And the Crocodile said:
- You defeated me!
Don't destroy me, Vanya Vasilchikov!
Have pity on my crocodiles!
Crocodiles are splashing in the Nile,
They are waiting for me with tears,
Let me go to the kids, Vanechka,
I'll give you some gingerbread for that.
Vanya Vasilchikov answered him:
- Although I feel sorry for your crocodiles,
But you, bloodthirsty reptile,
I'll chop it up like beef.
I, glutton, have nothing to feel sorry for you:
You ate a lot of human meat.
And the crocodile said:
- Everything I swallowed
I'll gladly give it back to you!
And here he is alive
Policeman
Appeared instantly in front of the crowd:
Womb of the Crocodile
It didn't hurt him.
And Buddy
In one jump
From the mouth of the Crocodile
Jump!
Well, dance for joy,
Lick Vanina's cheeks.
The trumpets sounded
The guns are lit!
Petrograd is very happy -
Everyone rejoices and dances
They kiss dear Vanya,
And from every yard
A loud "hurray" is heard.
The entire capital was decorated with flags.
Savior of Petrograd
From a furious reptile,
Long live Vanya Vasilchikov!
And give him as a reward
A hundred pounds of grapes
A hundred pounds of marmalade
A hundred pounds of chocolate
And a thousand servings of ice cream!
And the furious bastard
Out of Petrograd:
Let him go to his crocodiles!
He jumped into the airplane
Flew like a hurricane
And never looked back
And rushed away like an arrow
To the dear side,
On which it is written: "Africa".
Jumped into the Nile
Crocodile,
Straight into the mud
Pleased
Where did his wife, the Crocodile, live?
His children's wet nurse.
Part two
The sad wife tells him:
- I suffered with the kids alone:
Then Kokoshenka stinks Lelyoshenka,
Then Lelyoshenka is bothering Kokoshenka.
And Totoshenka was naughty today:
I drank a whole bottle of ink.
I brought him to his knees
And she left him without sweets.
Kokoshenka had a high fever all night:
He swallowed the samovar by mistake, -
Yes, thank you, our pharmacist Behemoth
I put a frog on his stomach.-
The unfortunate Crocodile was sad
And he dropped a tear on his belly:
- How will we live without a samovar?
How can we drink tea without a samovar?
But then the doors opened
Animals appeared at the door:
Hyenas, boas, elephants,
And ostriches and wild boars,
And the Elephant-
Goldfinch,
Stopudovaya merchant's wife,
And Giraffe -
Important Count
As tall as a telegraph, -
All are friends,
All relatives and godfathers.
Well, hug your neighbor,
Well, kiss your neighbor:
- Give us overseas gifts!
Crocodile answers:
- I haven’t forgotten anyone,
And for each of you
I've got some gifts!
Leo -
Halva,
Monkey -
Rugs,
Orlu -
Pastila,
Hippopotamus -
books,
For a buffalo - a fishing rod,
A pipe for the ostrich,
The elephant - sweets,
And the elephant has a pistol...
Only Totoshenka,
Only Kokoshenka
Didn't give it
Crocodile
Nothing at all.
Totosha and Kokosha are crying:
- Daddy, you are no good:
Even for a stupid Sheep
Do you have any candy?
We are not strangers to you,
We are your dear children,
So why, why
You didn't bring us anything?
The Crocodile smiled and laughed:
- No, pranksters, I haven’t forgotten you:
Here's a fragrant, green Christmas tree for you,
Brought from distant Russia,
All hung with wonderful toys,
Gilded nuts, crackers.
So we’ll light candles on the Christmas tree.
So we’ll sing songs to the Christmas tree:
“You served the little ones as humans.
Now serve us, and us, and us!”
How did the elephants hear about the Christmas tree?
Jaguars, baboons, wild boars,
Hold hands immediately
To celebrate we took it
And around the Christmas trees
They started squatting.
It doesn’t matter that, having danced, Hippopotamus
He knocked a chest of drawers onto the Crocodile,
And with a running start the steep-horned Rhinoceros
Horn, horn caught on the threshold.
Oh, how fun, how fun Jackal
Played a dance song on the guitar!
Even the butterflies rested on their sides,
Trepaka danced with the mosquitoes.
Siskins and bunnies are dancing in the forests,
Crayfish dance, perches dance in the seas,
Worms and spiders are dancing in the field,
Ladybugs and bugs dance.
Suddenly the drums started beating
The monkeys came running:
- Tram-there-there! Tram-there-there!
The Hippopotamus is coming to us.
- To us -
Hippopotamus?!
Myself -
Hippopotamus?!
- There -
Hippopotamus?!*
Oh, what a roar there was,
Whirling, and bleating, and mooing:
- It’s no joke, because the Hippopotamus himself
If you'd like to come here, come see us!
The crocodile quickly ran away
She combed both Kokosha and Totosha’s hair.
And the excited, trembling Crocodile
I swallowed the napkin out of excitement.
* Some people think that the Hippopotamus
and Behemoth are one and the same. This is not true.
Hippopotamus is a pharmacist, and Hippopotamus is a king.
And the Giraffe,
Even though he is a count,
He perched himself on the closet.
And from there
On a camel
All the dishes fell down!
And the snakes
Lackeys
They put on liveries,
They rustle along the alley,
They're in a hurry
Meet the young king!
And the Crocodile is on the doorstep
Kisses the guest's feet:
- Tell me, lord, which star
Did she show you the way here?
And the king says to him: “The monkeys told me yesterday.”
Why did you travel to distant lands?
Where toys grow on trees
And cheesecakes are falling from the sky,
So I came here to listen about wonderful toys
And eat heavenly cheesecakes.
And the Crocodile says:
- Welcome, Your Majesty!
Kokosha, put on the samovar!
Totosha, turn on the electricity!
And the Hippopotamus says:
- Oh Crocodile, tell us,
What did you see in a foreign land?
I'll take a nap for now.
And the sad Crocodile stood up
And he spoke slowly:
Find out, dear friends,
My soul is shaken,
I saw so much grief there
That even you, Hippopotamus,
And then I would howl like a puppy,
Whenever I could see him.
Our brothers are there, like in hell -
In the Zoological Garden.
Oh, this garden, a terrible garden!
I would be glad to forget him.
There under the scourge of the watchmen
Many animals suffer
They moan and call
And heavy chains gnaw
But they can't get out here
Never from cramped cells.
There's an elephant - fun for children,
A toy for stupid kids.
There are human small fry there
Deer pulls its antlers
And the buffalo's nose tickles,
It's as if a buffalo is a dog.
Do you remember, he lived between us
One funny crocodile...
He's my nephew. I him
He loved him like his own son.
He was a prankster and a dancer,
And the mischievous one, and the laughing one,
And now there in front of me,
Exhausted, half-dead,
He was lying in a dirty tub
And, dying, he told me:
"I don't curse the executioners,
Neither their chains nor their whips,
But to you, traitorous friends,
I'm sending a curse.
You are so powerful, so strong
Boas, buffalos, elephants,
We are every day and every hour
They called you from our prisons
And they waited, they believed that here
Liberation will come
Why are you rushing here?
To destroy forever
Human, evil cities,
Where are your brothers and sons
Doomed to live in captivity!"
He said and died.
I stood
And he swore terrible oaths
Take revenge on the villains
And free all the animals.
Get up, sleepy beast!
Leave your lair!
Plunge into a cruel enemy
Fangs, and claws, and horns!
There is one among the people -
Stronger than all the heroes!
He is terribly menacing, terribly fierce,
His name is Vasilchikov.
And I'm behind his head
I wouldn't regret anything!
The animals bristled and, baring their teeth, shouted:
- So lead us with you to the damned Zoo,
Where our brothers are sitting behind bars in captivity!
We will break the bars, we will break the shackles,
And we will save our unfortunate brothers from captivity.
And we will gore the villains, bite them, and gnaw them to death!
Through swamps and sands
The animal regiments are coming,
Their commander is ahead,
Crossing your arms over your chest.
They are going to Petrograd,
They want to devour him
And all the people
And all the children
They will eat without mercy.
O poor, poor Petrograd!
Part three
Dear girl Lyalechka!
She was walking with a doll
And on Tavricheskaya street
Suddenly I saw an Elephant.
God, what a monster!
Lyalya runs and screams.
Look, in front of her from under the bridge
Keith poked his head out.
Lyalechka cries and backs away,
Lyalechka is calling her mother...
And in the gateway on a bench
Scary sitting Hippopotamus.
Snakes, jackals and buffalos
There are hisses and growls everywhere.
Poor, poor Lyalechka!
Run without looking back!
Lyalechka climbs a tree,
She pressed the doll to her chest.
Poor, poor Lyalechka!
What's that up ahead?
Ugly stuffed monster
Bares its fanged mouth,
Reaches, reaches out to Lyalechka,
He wants to steal Lyalechka.
Lyalechka jumped from the tree,
The monster jumped towards her.
Got poor Lyalechka
And she ran away quickly.
And on Tavricheskaya street
Mommy is waiting for Lyalechka:
- Where is my dear Lyalechka?
Why isn't she coming?
Wild Gorilla
Lyalya was dragged away
And along the sidewalk
She ran at a gallop.
Higher, higher, higher,
Here she is on the roof.
On the seventh floor
Bounces like a ball.
She flew up onto the pipe,
I scooped up soot
I smeared Lyalya,
She sat down on the ledge.
She sat down, dozed off,
shook Lyalya
And with a terrible cry
She rushed down.
Close the windows, close the doors,
Hurry up and crawl under the bed
Because evil, furious animals
They want to tear you apart, tear you apart!
Who, trembling with fear, hid in the closet,
Some are in the doghouse, some are in the attic...
Dad hid himself in an old suitcase,
Uncle under the sofa, aunt in the chest.
Where can you find one like this?
The hero is daring,
What will beat the crocodile horde?
Which of the fierce claws
Angry beasts
Will he rescue our poor Lyalechka?
Where are you, daredevils,
Well done brave guys?
Why did you hide like cowards?
Come out quickly
Drive away the animals
Protect the unfortunate Lyalechka!
Everyone sits and is silent,
And like hares they tremble,
And they won’t stick their nose out into the street!
Only one citizen
Doesn't run, doesn't tremble -
This is the valiant Vanya Vasilchikov.
He is neither lions nor elephants,
No wild boars
Not the least bit afraid, of course!
They growl, they scream,
They want to destroy him
But Vanya boldly goes to them
And he takes out a pistol.
Bang-bang! - and the furious Jackal
He galloped away faster than a doe.
Bang-bang! - and the Buffalo ran away.
Rhinoceros is behind him in fear.
Bang-bang! - and the Hippopotamus himself
He runs after them.
And soon a wild horde
Disappeared in the distance without a trace.
And Vanya is happy that he’s in front of him
The enemies disappeared like smoke.
He's a winner! He's a hero!
He saved his native land again.
And again from every yard
"Hurray" comes to him.
And again cheerful Petrograd
She brings him chocolate.
But where is Lyalya? Lyalya no!
There is no trace of the girl!
What if the greedy Crocodile
He grabbed her and swallowed her?
Vanya rushed after the evil animals:
- Animals, give me Lyalya back! -
The animals' eyes sparkle madly,
They don’t want to give Lyalya away.
“How dare you,” cried the Tigress,
Come to us for your sister,
If my dear sister
It languishes in a cage among you, among people!
No, you break these nasty cages,
Where for the amusement of two-legged children
Our dear furry children,
It’s like they’re in prison, sitting behind bars!
Every menagerie has iron doors
Open it for the captive animals,
So that from there the unfortunate animals
They could have been released as soon as possible!
If our beloved guys
They will return to our family,
If the tiger cubs return from captivity,
Lion cubs with fox cubs and bear cubs -
We will give you your Lyalya.
But here from every yard
The kids ran to Vanya:
Lead us, Vanya, to the enemy.
We are not afraid of his horns!
And the battle broke out! War! War!
And now Lyalya is saved.
And Vanyusha cried:
- Rejoice, animals!
To your people
I give freedom.
I give you freedom!
I'll break the cells
I'll throw away the chains.
Iron bars
I'll break it forever!
Live in Petrograd,
In comfort and coolness.
But only, for God's sake,
Don't eat any:
Not a bird, not a kitten,
Not a small child
Neither Lyalechka’s mother,
Not my dad!
Let your food be -
Just tea and yogurt,
Yes buckwheat porridge
And nothing more.
Walk along the boulevards
Through the shops and bazaars,
Walk wherever you want
Nobody bother you!
Live with us
And we will be friends:
We've fought long enough
And blood was shed!
We'll break the guns
We'll bury the bullets
And you cut yourself down
Hooves and horns!
Bulls and rhinoceroses,
Elephants and octopuses,
Let's hug each other
Let's go dance!
And then grace came:
There is no one else to kick and butt.
Feel free to meet the Rhinoceros -
He will give way to even a bug.
The Rhinoceros is now polite and meek:
Where is his old scary horn?
Tigress is walking along the boulevard
Lyalya is not afraid of her at all:
What is there to be afraid of when animals
Now there are no horns or claws!
Vanya sits astride the Panther
And, triumphant, he rushes down the street.
Or he will saddle the Eagle
And it flies into the sky like an arrow.
The animals love Vanyusha so tenderly,
The animals pamper him and give him pigeons.
The wolves bake pies for Vanyusha,
Rabbits clean his boots.
In the evenings the quick-eyed Chamois
Jules Verne reads to Vanya and Lyala,
And at night young Hippopotamus
He sings lullabies to them.
There are children crowded around the Bear
Mishka gives each one a piece of candy.
Look, look, along the Neva river
The Wolf and the Lamb are sailing in a shuttle.
Happy people, and animals, and reptiles,
The camels are glad, and the buffaloes are glad.
Today he came to visit me -
Who do you think? - The Crocodile himself.
I sat the old man down on the sofa,
I gave him a glass of sweet tea.
Suddenly, unexpectedly Vanya ran in
And he kissed him like his own.
Here comes the holidays! Glorious Christmas tree
The Gray Wolf will have it today.
There will be many cheerful guests there.
Let's go there quickly, children!
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
Poor Fedotka is an orphan.
The unfortunate Fedotka is crying:
He has no one
Who would feel sorry for him?
Only mom, and uncle, and aunt,
Only dad and grandparents.
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
My phone rang.
- Who's talking?
- Elephant.
- Where?
- From a camel.
- What do you need?
- Chocolate.
- For whom?
- For my son.
- How much should I send?
- Yes, about five pounds
Or six:
He can't eat anymore
He's still small for me!
And then I called
Crocodile
And with tears he asked:
- My dear, good one,
Send me galoshes
For me, my wife, and Totosha.
Wait, isn't it for you?
Last week
I sent two pairs
Excellent galoshes?
- Oh, the ones you sent
Last week
We ate a long time ago
And we wait, we can’t wait,
When will you send again
For our dinner
A dozen
New and sweet galoshes!
And then the bunnies called:
- Can you send me some gloves?
And then the monkeys called:
- Please send me books!
And then the bear called
Yes, how he began, how he began to roar.
Wait, bear, don't roar,
Explain what you want?
But he is only "mu" and "mu"
Why, why -
I don't understand!
Please hang up!
And then the herons called:
- Please send drops:
We've eaten too much frogs today,
And our stomachs hurt!
And such rubbish
All day:
Ding-dee-lazy,
Ding-dee-lazy,
Ding-dee-lazy!
Either the seal will call, or the deer.
And recently two gazelles
They called and sang:
- Really?
Indeed
Everyone got burned
Carousels?
Oh, are you sane, gazelles?
The carousels didn't burn down,
And the swing survived!
You gazelles should not make a noise,
And next week
They would gallop and sit down
On the swing carousel!
But they didn't listen to the ghazals
And they were still making noise:
- Really?
Indeed
All swings
Got burned?
What stupid gazelles!
And yesterday morning
Kangaroo:
- Isn’t this an apartment?
Moidodyra? -
I got angry and started yelling:
- No! This is someone else's apartment!!!
-Where is Moidodyr?
- I can’t tell you...
Call the number
One hundred twenty-five.
I haven't slept for three nights
I'm tired.
I would like to fall asleep
Relax...
But as soon as I lay down -
Call!
- Who's talking?
- Rhinoceros.
- What's happened?
- Trouble! Trouble!
Run here quickly!
- What's the matter?
- Save me!
- Whom?
- Hippopotamus!
Our hippopotamus fell into a swamp...
- Fell into a swamp?
- Yes!
Neither here nor there!
Oh, if you don't come -
He will drown, drown in the swamp,
Will die, disappear
Hippopotamus!!!
OK! I'm running! I'm running!
If I can, I'll help!
Oh, this is not an easy job -
Drag a hippopotamus out of the swamp!
Children's stories
TOPTYGIN AND FOX
"Why are you crying,
Are you stupid Bear?" -
"How can I, Bear,
Don't cry, don't cry?
Poor me, unhappy
Orphan,
I was born
No tail.
Even the shaggy ones
Stupid dogs
There are cheerful people behind you
The tails stick out.
Even the naughty ones
Tattered cats
They're lifting up
Torn tails.
Just me, unhappy
Orphan,
I'm walking in the forest
No tail.
Doctor, good doctor,
Have pity on me
Ponytail quickly
Sew it to the poor man!"
The kind one laughed
Doctor Aibolit.
To the stupid bear
Doctor says:
"Okay, okay, darling, I'm ready.
I have as many tails as you want.
There are goats, there are horses,
There are donkeys, long, long ones.
I will serve you, orphan:
I'll tie at least four tails..."
Bear began to try on his tails,
Mishka began to walk in front of the mirror:
Either a cat or a dog applies
Yes, he glances sideways at Foxy.
And the Fox laughs:
"You're so simple!
It’s not like that for you, Mishenka, you need a tail!..
You better take yourself a peacock:
It is gold, green and blue.
That's it, Misha, you will be good,
If you take a peacock's tail!"
And the clubfoot is happy:
“What an outfit!
How will I walk like a peacock
Over the mountains and valleys,
So the beastly people will gasp:
What a handsome guy he is!
And the bears, the bears in the forest,
When they see my beauty,
They'll get sick, poor fellows, from envy!"
But he looks with a smile
On the bear Aibolit:
"And where do you belong with peacocks!
You take the goat one!"
"I don't want tails
From sheep and cats!
Give me the peacock
Gold, green, blue,
So that I walk through the forest,
He flaunted his beauty!"
And over the mountains, through the valleys
The bear walks like a peacock,
And it shines behind him
Golden-golden,
Painted,
Blue-blue
Peacock
Tail.
And the Fox, and the Fox
And he bustles and fusses,
Walks around Mishenka,
Strokes his feathers:
"How good are you?
So you swim like a peacock!
I didn't recognize you
Took it for a peacock.
Oh, what a beauty
At the peacock's tail!"
But then hunters walked through the swamp
And Mishenka’s tail was seen in the distance.
"Look: where does this come from?
Does gold glitter in the swamp?
We galloped but skipped over the bumps
And they saw stupid Mishka.
Mishka sits in front of a puddle,
Like in a mirror, looking into a puddle,
Stupid, he admires everything with his tail,
In front of Foxy, stupid, showing off
And he doesn’t see or hear the hunters,
That they are running through the swamp with dogs.
So they took the poor man
With bare hands,
Took and tied up
Sashes.
A Fox
Having fun
Having fun
Fox:
"Oh, you didn't walk for long,
He showed off his beauty!
Here it is for you, peacock,
The men will warm your back.
So as not to brag,
Don't put on airs!"
She ran up - grab and grab, -
She began to pull out feathers.
And she pulled out the poor guy’s entire tail.
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
COCKROACH
Part one
The bears were driving
By bike.
And behind them is a cat
Backwards.
And behind him are mosquitoes
On a hot air balloon.
And behind them are crayfish
On a lame dog.
Wolves on a mare.
Lions in a car.
Bunnies
On a tram.
Toad on a broom...
They drive and laugh
They are chewing gingerbread.
Suddenly from the gateway
Scary giant
Red-haired and mustachioed
Cockroach!
Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach!
He growls and screams
And he moves his mustache:
"Wait, don't rush,
I'll swallow you up in no time!
I will swallow, I will swallow, I will not have mercy."
The animals trembled
They fainted.
Wolves from fright
They ate each other.
Poor crocodile
Swallowed the toad.
And the elephant, trembling all over,
So she sat on the hedgehog.
Only bully crayfish
They are not afraid of a fight:
Even though they are moving backwards,
But they move their mustaches
And they shout to the mustachioed giant:
"Don't scream or growl,
We ourselves are mustachioed,
We can do it ourselves
Move your mustache!"
And they backed away even further.
And the Hippopotamus said
Crocodiles and whales:
"Who is not afraid of the villain
And he will fight the monster,
I am that hero
I'll give you two frogs
And I’ll give you a fir cone!”
"We are not afraid of him,
Your giant:
We are teeth
We are fangs
We're hoofing it!"
And a cheerful crowd
The animals rushed into battle.
But, seeing the barbel
(Ay-ay-ay!),
The animals gave chase
(Ay-ay-ay!).
They scattered through the forests and fields:
They were scared of the cockroach's whiskers.
And the Hippopotamus cried:
"What a shame, what a disgrace!
Hey bulls and rhinoceroses,
Leave the den
And the enemy
On the horns
Lift it up!"
But bulls and rhinoceroses
They answer from the den:
"We would be the enemy
On the horns.
Only the skin is precious
And now there are horns too
not cheap"
And they sit and tremble
Under the bushes
They hide behind the swamps
Bumps.
Crocodiles in nettles
They are huddled,
And there are elephants in the ditch
They buried themselves.
All you can hear is
How teeth chatter
All you can see is
How the ears tremble.
And the dashing monkeys
We picked up our suitcases
And quickly as fast as you can
Run away.
And the shark
She dodged
She just waved her tail.
And behind her is a cuttlefish -
So he backs away
That's how it rolls.
Part two
So the Cockroach became
winner
And the ruler of forests and fields.
The animals submitted to the mustachioed one.
(So that he fails,
damn!)
And he walks between them,
The gilded belly strokes:
"Bring it to me, animals,
your children
I'm having them for dinner today
I'll eat you!"
Poor, poor animals!
Howling, crying, roaring!
In every den
And in every cave
The evil glutton is cursed.
And what a mother
Will agree to give
Your dear child -
Teddy bear, wolf cub,
baby elephant -
To an unfed scarecrow
Poor baby
tortured!
They cry, they die,
With the kids forever
say goodbye.
But one morning
The kangaroo galloped up,
I saw a barbel
She shouted in the heat of the moment:
"Is this a giant?
(Ha ha ha!)
It's just a cockroach!
(Ha ha ha!)
Cockroach, cockroach,
cockroach,
Liquid-legged
little booger-bug.
And aren't you ashamed?
Aren't you offended?
You are toothy
You are fanged
And the little one
Bowed down
And the booger
Submit!"
The hippos were scared
They whispered: “What are you, what are you!
Get out of here!
No matter how bad it would be for us!”
Only suddenly, from behind a bush,
Because of the blue forest,
From distant fields
Sparrow arrives.
Jump and jump
Yes, chirp, chirp,
Chiki-riki-chik-chirik!
He took and pecked the Cockroach,
So there is no giant.
The giant got it right
And there was no mustache left from him.
I'm glad, I'm glad
The whole animal family
Glorify, congratulate
Daring Sparrow!
The donkeys sing his praises from the notes,
Goats sweep the road with their beards,
Rams, rams
They're beating the drums!
Trumpeter Owls
They're blowing!
Rooks from the tower
They're screaming!
Bats
On the roof
They wave handkerchiefs
And they dance.
And the dandy elephant
So he dances dashingly,
What a ruddy moon
Trembling in the sky
And on the poor elephant
She fell head over heels.
Then there was the concern -
Dive into the swamp for the moon
And nail it to heaven!
Children's stories
BARMALEY
Little children!
Not for the world
Don't go to Africa
Go for a walk in Africa!
Sharks in Africa
Gorillas in Africa
Large in Africa
Angry crocodiles
They will bite you
To beat and offend, -
Don't go, children,
To Africa for a walk.
There's a robber in Africa
There's a villain in Africa
It's terrible in Africa
Bar-ma-lay!
He runs around Africa
And eats children -
Ugly, bad, greedy Barmaley!
Both daddy and mommy
Sitting under a tree
Both daddy and mommy
Children are told:
"Africa is terrible"
Yes, yes, yes!
Africa is dangerous
Yes, yes, yes!
Don't go to Africa
Children, never!"
But daddy and mommy fell asleep in the evening,
And Tanechka and Vanechka are running to Africa, -
To Africa!
To Africa!
They walk along Africa.
Figs and dates are picked, -
Well, Africa!
This is Africa!
Ride a rhinoceros
We rode around a bit -
Well, Africa!
This is Africa!
With elephants on the go
We played leapfrog, -
Well, Africa!
This is Africa!
A gorilla came out to them,
The gorilla told them
The gorilla told them,
She said:
"There's the shark Karakula
She opened her evil mouth.
You are going to the Karakul shark
Would you like to get in?
Right in the middle of nowhere?"
"Us Shark Karakula
Never mind, never mind
We are the Shark Karakul
Brick, brick,
We are the Shark Karakul
Fist, fist!
We are the Shark Karakul
Heel, heel!"
The shark got scared
And drowned out of fear, -
Serves you right, shark, serves you right!
But in the swamps it’s huge
A hippopotamus walks and roars,
He's walking, he's walking through the swamps
And it roars loudly and menacingly.
And Tanya and Vanya laugh,
Hippopotamus belly is tickled:
"What a belly,
What kind of belly -
Wonderful!"
I couldn't stand such insult
Hippopotamus,
Ran away behind the pyramids
And roars
"Barmaley, Barmaley, Barmaley!
Come out, Barmaley, quickly!
These nasty children, Barmaley,
Don’t be sorry, Barmaley, don’t be sorry!”
Tanya-Vanya trembled -
They saw Barmaley.
He's walking through Africa
Sings throughout Africa:
"I'm bloodthirsty
I'm merciless
I am the evil robber Barmaley!
And I don't need
No marmalade
No chocolate
But only the little ones
(Yes, very small!)
Children!"
He sparkles with terrible eyes,
He chatters with terrible teeth,
He lights a terrible fire,
He shouts a terrible word:
"Karabas! Karabas!
I'll have lunch now!"
Children cry and sob
Barmaley is begged:
"Dear, dear Barmaley,
Have mercy on us
Let us go quickly
To our dear mother!
We're running away from mom
We never will
And walk around Africa
We will forget forever!
Dear, dear ogre,
Have mercy on us
We'll give you candy
I'll have tea with crackers!"
But the cannibal answered:
"Noooo!!!"
And Tanya said to Vanya:
"Look, in the airplane
Someone is flying across the sky.
This is the doctor, this is the doctor
Good Doctor Aibolit!"
Good Doctor Aibolit
runs up to Tanya-Vanya,
Hugs Tanya-Vanya
And the villain Barmaley,
Smiling, he says:
"Well, please, my dear,
My dear Barmaley,
Untie, let go
These little children!"
But the villain Aibolit is enough
And he throws Aibolit into the fire.
And it burns and Aibolit shouts:
"Oh, it hurts! Oh, it hurts! Oh, it hurts!"
And the poor children lie under the palm tree,
They look at Barmaley
And they cry, and they cry, and they cry!
But because of the Nile
The gorilla is coming
The gorilla is coming
The crocodile is leading!
Good Doctor Aibolit
Crocodile says:
"Well, please, quickly
Swallow Barmaley,
To greedy Barmaley
I wouldn't have enough
I wouldn't swallow
These little children!"
Turned around
Smiled
Laughed
Crocodile
And the villain
Barmaleya,
Like a fly
Swallowed!
Glad, glad, glad, glad kids,
She danced and played by the fire:
"You us,
You us
Saved me from death
You freed us.
Have a good time
Saw us
Oh good one
Crocodile!"
But in the stomach of the Crocodile
Dark, and cramped, and dull,
And in the stomach of the Crocodile
Barmaley sobs and cries:
"Oh, I'll be kinder
I will love children!
Don't ruin me!
Spare me!
Oh, I will, I will, I will be kinder!"
The children of Barmaley took pity,
The children say to the crocodile:
"If he really has become kinder,
Please let him go back!
We will take Barmaley with us,
We’ll take you to distant Leningrad!”
The crocodile nods his head
Opens its wide mouth, -
And from there, smiling, Barmaley flies out,
And Barmaley’s face is kinder and sweeter:
"How glad I am, how glad I am,
That I’ll go to Leningrad!”
Barmaley dances, dances, Barmaley!
“I will, I will be kinder, yes, kinder!
I'll bake for the children, for the children
Pies and pretzels, pretzels!
I’ll be in the markets, I’ll be in the markets, I’ll be walking!
I will give away pies for nothing, I will give out pies for nothing,
Treat the children to pretzels and rolls.
And for Vanechka
And for Tanechka
They will, they will be with me
Mint gingerbread cookies!
Mint gingerbread,
Fragrant,
Surprisingly pleasant
Come get it
Don't pay a penny
Because Barmaley
Loves little children
Loves, loves, loves, loves,
Loves little children!"
Texts of Chukovsky's fairy tales
THUMP FLY
Fly, Fly-Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!
A fly walked across the field,
The fly found the money.
Mucha went to the market
And I bought a samovar:
"Come, cockroaches,
I'll treat you to tea!"
The cockroaches came running
All the glasses were drunk,
And the insects -
Three cups each
With milk
And a pretzel:
Today the Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Fleas came to Mukha,
They brought her boots
But the boots are not simple -
They have gold clasps.
Came to Mukha
Grandma bee
Muche-Tsokotuhe
I brought honey...
"The butterfly is beautiful.
Eat the jam!
Or you don't like it
Our treat?"
Suddenly some old man
Spider
Our Fly in the corner
Dragged -
He wants to kill the poor woman
Destroy the clatter!
"Dear guests, help!
Kill the villain spider!
And I fed you
And I gave you something to drink
Don't leave me
In my last hour!"
But the worm beetles
We got scared
In the corners, in the cracks
They fled:
Cockroaches
Under the sofas
And the boogers
Under the benches
And the bugs under the bed -
They don't want to fight!
And no one even moves
Won't move:
Get lost and die
Birthday girl!
And the grasshopper, and the grasshopper,
Well, just like a little man,
Hop, hop, hop, hop!
Behind the bush,
Under the bridge
And keep quiet!
But the villain is not joking,
He twists Mukha’s arms and legs with ropes,
Sharp teeth pierce into the very heart
And she drinks her blood.
The fly screams
Struggling,
And the villain is silent,
Smirks.
Suddenly it flies from somewhere
Little Mosquito,
And it burns in his hand
Small flashlight.
"Where is the killer, where is the villain?
I'm not afraid of his claws!"
Flies up to the Spider,
Takes out the saber
And he's at full gallop
Cuts off the head!
takes a fly by the hand
And it leads to the window:
"I killed the villain
I set you free
And now, maiden soul,
I want to marry you!"
There are bugs and boogers here
Crawling out from under the bench:
"Glory, glory to Komaru -
To the winner!"
The fireflies came running,
Lights were lit -
It became fun
That's good!
Hey centipedes,
Run along the path
Call the musicians
Let's dance!
The musicians came running
The drums started beating.
Bom! boom! boom! boom!
Fly and Mosquito dance.
And behind her is Klop, Klop
Boots top, top!
Boogers with worms,
Bugs with moths.
And the beetles are horned,
Rich men
They wave their hats,
They dance with butterflies.
Tara-ra, tara-ra,
The midges danced.
People are having fun -
The fly is getting married
For the dashing, daring,
Young Mosquito!
Ant, Ant!
Does not spare bast shoes, -
Jumps with Ant
And he winks at the insects:
"You are little insects,
You are cuties
Tara-tara-tara-tara-cockroaches!"
Boots squeak
Heels are knocking -
There will be, there will be midges
Have fun until the morning:
Today the Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Children's poems by Chukovsky
I had a sister
She sat by the fire
And I caught a big sturgeon in the fire.
But there was a sturgeon
Heater
And again he dived into the fire.
And she remained hungry
She was left without lunch.
I haven't eaten anything for three days
I didn’t have a crumb in my mouth.
All I ate, poor fellow,
Like fifty little pigs
Yes, fifty goslings,
Yes, a dozen chickens
Yes, a dozen ducklings
Yes piece of cake
A little more than that haystacks,
Yes twenty kegs
Salted honey fungus,
Yes four pots
Milk,
Yes, thirty fagots
Baranok,
Yes, forty-four pancakes.
And she became so thin from hunger,
Why shouldn't she come in now?
Through this door.
And if it goes into which one,
So neither back nor forward.
Poems by Korney Chukovsky
FEDORINO MOUNTAIN
The sieve gallops across the fields,
And a trough in the meadows.
There's a broom behind the shovel
She walked along the street.
Axes, axes
So they pour down the mountain.
The goat got scared
She widened her eyes:
"What is it? Why?
I don't understand anything."
But, like a black iron leg,
The poker ran and jumped.
And the knives rushed down the street:
"Hey, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!"
And the pan is on the run
She shouted to the iron:
"I'm running, running, running,
I can't resist!"
So the kettle runs after the coffee pot,
Chatting, chattering, rattling...
The irons run and quack,
They jump over puddles, over puddles.
And behind them are saucers, saucers -
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
They rush along the street -
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
They bump into glasses - ding! -
And the glasses - ding! - break.
And the frying pan runs, strums, and knocks:
"Where are you going? where? where? where? where? where?"
And behind her are forks,
Glasses and bottles
Cups and spoons
They jump along the path.
A table fell out of the window
And he went, he went, he went, he went, he went...
And on it, and on it,
Like riding a horse,
The samovar sits
And he shouts to his comrades:
"Go away, run, save yourself!"
And into the iron pipe:
"Boo-boo-boo! Boo-boo-boo!"
And behind them along the fence
Fedora's grandmother gallops:
"Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh!
Go home!"
But the trough answered:
“I’m angry with Fedora!”
And the poker said:
“I am not Fedora’s servant!”
And porcelain saucers
They laugh at Fedora:
"Never have we, never
We won't come back here!"
Here are Fedorina's cats
Tails are dressed up,
They ran at full speed.
To turn the dishes:
"Hey you stupid plates,
Why are you jumping like squirrels?
Should you run behind the gate?
With yellow-throated sparrows?
You will fall into a ditch
You will drown in the swamp.
Don't go, wait,
Go home!"
But the plates are curling and curling,
But Fedora is not given:
"We'd better get lost in the field,
But we won’t go to Fedora!”
A chicken ran past
And I saw the dishes:
"Where, where! Where, where!"
Where are you from and where?!"
And the dishes answered:
"It was bad for us at the woman's place,
She didn't love us
She beat us, she beat us,
Got dusty, smoky,
She ruined us!"
"Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
Life hasn't been easy for you!"
“Yes,” said the copper basin, “
Look at us:
We are broken, beaten,
We are covered in slop.
Look into the tub -
And you will see a frog there.
Look into the tub -
Cockroaches are swarming there,
That's why we are from a woman
They ran away like from a toad,
And we walk through the fields,
Through the swamps, through the meadows,
And to the sloppy mess
We won't go back!"
And they ran through the forest,
We galloped over stumps and over hummocks.
And the poor woman is alone,
And she cries, and she cries.
A woman would sit at the table,
Yes, the table left the gate.
Grandma would cook cabbage soup
Go and look for a saucepan!
And the cups and glasses are gone,
There are only cockroaches left.
Oh, woe to Fedora,
Woe!
And the dishes come and go
It walks through fields and swamps.
And the saucers cried:
"Isn't it better to go back?"
And the trough began to cry:
"Alas, I am broken, broken!"
But the dish said: "Look,
Who's that back there?"
And they see: behind them from the dark forest
Fedora is walking and hobbling.
But a miracle happened to her:
Fedora has become kinder.
Quietly follows them
And sings a quiet song:
"Oh, my poor orphans,
The irons and pans are mine!
Go home, unwashed,
I will wash you with spring water.
I'll clean you with sand
I'll douse you with boiling water,
And you will be again
Shine like the sun,
And I will remove the filthy cockroaches,
I will sweep away the Prussians and spiders!"
And the rolling pin said:
“I feel sorry for Fedor.”
And the cup said:
"Oh, she's a poor thing!"
And the saucers said:
"We should go back!"
And the irons said:
“We are not Fedora’s enemies!”
I kissed you for a long, long time
And she caressed them,
She watered and washed.
She rinsed them.
"I won't, I won't
I will offend the dishes.
I will, I will, I will do the dishes
And love and respect!"
The pots laughed
They winked at the samovar:
"Well, Fedora, so be it,
We are glad to forgive you!"
Let's fly,
They rang
Yes, to Fedora straight into the oven!
They began to fry, they began to bake, -
Fedora will have pancakes and pies!
And the broom, and the broom is cheerful -
She danced, played, swept,
She didn’t leave a speck of dust behind Fedora.
And the saucers rejoiced:
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
And they dance and laugh -
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
And on a white stool
Yes, on an embroidered napkin
The samovar is standing
It's like the heat is burning
And he puffs and looks at the woman:
"I forgive Fedorushka,
I treat you to sweet tea.
Eat, eat, Fedora Egorovna!”
Poems by Chukovsky
Little frog under the mud
Got sick with scarlet fever.
A rook flew to him,
Speaks:
"I am a doctor!
Get into my mouth
Everything will pass now!”
Am! And he ate it.
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
Glad, glad, glad
Light birches,
And on them with joy
Roses are growing.
Glad, glad, glad
Dark aspens,
And on them with joy
Oranges are growing.
It wasn't rain that came from a cloud
And not hail
It fell from the cloud
Grape.
And the crows over the fields
Suddenly the nightingales began to sing.
And streams from underground
Sweet honey flowed.
The chickens became peahens,
Bald - curly.
Even the mill is the same
She danced near the bridge.
So run after me
To green meadows,
Where above the blue river
A rainbow-arc appeared.
We're on the rainbow
let's jump up, let's repent,
Let's play in the clouds
And from there down the rainbow
On sleds, on skates!
Chukovsky fairy tales download
STOLE SUN
The sun was walking across the sky
And it ran behind a cloud.
The bunny looked out the window,
It became dark for the bunny.
And magpies-
Belobok
We galloped through the fields,
They shouted to the cranes:
"Woe! Woe! Crocodile
Swallowed the sun in the sky!"
Darkness fell.
Don't go beyond the gate:
Who got on the street -
Got lost and disappeared.
The gray sparrow cries:
"Come out, honey, quickly!
We feel sad without the sun -
You can’t see a grain in the field!”
Bunnies are crying
On the lawn:
Lost our way, poor things,
They won't make it home.
Only bug-eyed crayfish
They climb on the ground in the darkness,
Yes, in the ravine behind the mountain
The wolves howl madly.
Early-early
Two rams
They knocked on the gate:
Tra-ta-ta and tra-ta-ta!
"Hey you animals, come out,
Defeat the crocodile
To the greedy Crocodile
He turned the sun back into the sky!"
But the furry ones are afraid:
"Where can we fight this guy?
He is both menacing and toothy,
He won’t give us the sun!”
And they run to the Bear’s den:
“Come out, Bear, to help.
That's enough for you, lazybones, to suck.
We have to go help out the sun!”
But Bear doesn’t want to fight:
He walks and walks, Bear, around the swamp,
He cries, Bear, and roars,
He calls the bear cubs from the swamp:
“Oh, where did you thick-fingered people disappear to?
Who did you throw me, old man, at?"
And the Bear is prowling in the swamp,
Bear cubs are looking for:
"Where are you, where have you gone?
Or did they fall into a ditch?
Or crazy dogs
Were you torn apart in the darkness?"
And all day she wanders through the forest,
But he doesn’t find the cubs anywhere.
Only black owls from the thicket
They stare at her.
Here the hare came out
And she said to the Bear:
"It's a shame for an old man to cry -
You are not a hare, but a Bear.
Come on, you clumsy one,
Scratch the crocodile
Tear him apart
Rip the sun out of your mouth.
And when it comes again
It will shine in the sky
Your babies are furry,
Thick-footed bear cubs,
They will run to the house themselves:
And stood up
Bear,
Growled
Bear,
And to the Big River
Ran
Bear.
And in the Big River
Crocodile
Lying down
And in his teeth
It's not the fire that burns, -
The sun is red
The sun is stolen.
The Bear approached quietly,
He pushed him lightly:
"I'm telling you, villain,
Spit out the sun quickly!
Otherwise, look, I’ll catch you,
I'll break it in half -
You, ignoramus, will know
Steal our sun!
Look, a robber breed:
Snatched the sun from the sky
And with a full belly
Collapsed under a bush
And he grunts when he's asleep,
Like a well-fed sow.
The whole world disappears
And he has no grief!”
But the shameless one laughs
So that the tree shakes:
"If I just want,
And I will swallow the moon!"
I couldn't stand it
Bear,
Roared
Bear,
And against the evil enemy
swooped in
Bear.
He was crushing it
And he broke it:
"Give it here
Our sunshine!"
Hello, golden sun!
Hello, blue sky!
The birds began to chirp,
Fly after insects.
Bunnies have become
On the lawn
Tumble and jump.
And look: bear cubs,
Like funny kittens
Straight to the furry grandfather,
Thick-footed, running:
"Hello, grandpa, we're here!"
Bunnies and squirrels are happy,
Boys and girls are happy,
They hug and kiss the clubfoot:
“Well, thank you, grandpa, for the sunshine!”
Tales of Korney Chukovsky
ELEPHANT READING
The elephant had a wife
Matryona Ivanovna.
And she thought
Read a book.
But she read, muttered,
She mumbled and muttered:
"Tatalata, matalata" -
Can't make out anything!
In the fall of 1912, Ivan Alekseevich Bunin told a Moscow newspaper correspondent: “... I have conceived and even started one story, where the theme is love and passion. The problem of love has not yet been developed in my works. And I feel an urgent need to write about it.”
Blok returned to revolutionary Petersburg from Shakhmatovo! in the fall. He saw the growing revolutionary situation and, judging by his memoirs, on October 17 he even carried a red flag at a demonstration. It is no coincidence that in the second edition of “Unexpected Joy” the poet entitled one of the sections “1905”. The poem “Rally” was also included there.
Why only a month when I lived in Tashkent for at least three years? Yes, because that month was special for me. Forty-three years later, the difficult task of remembering the distant days when people did not leave their homes of their own free will arose: there was a war! With great reluctance, I moved to Tashkent from Moscow, Anna Akhmatova - from besieged Leningrad. It just so happened: both she and I are native Petersburgers, but we met many thousands of kilometers from hometown. And this did not happen at all in the first months after arrival.
Like our Miron,
A crow sits on the bow.
And there are ruffs on the tree,
They build nests from noodles,
The ram boarded the ship,
And I went to the garden.
In a garden bed,
Chocolates are growing.
And at our gates,
The miracle tree is growing.
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Wonderful!
Not the leaves on it,
Not flowers on it,
And stockings and shoes,
Like apples!
Mom will go through the garden,
Mom will pick it from the tree
Shoes, boots.
New shoes.
Dad will go through the garden,
Dad will pick it from the tree
Masha - gaiters,
Zinke - boots,
Ninke - stockings,
And for Murochka these
Tiny blue
Knitted shoes
And with pompoms!
This is the tree
Wonderful tree!
Hey you guys
Bare heels,
Torn boots,
Tattered shoes.
Who needs boots?
Run to the miracle tree!
The bast shoes are ripe,
The felt boots are ripe,
Why are you yawning?
Don't you cut them off?
Tear them up, you wretches!
Rip, barefoot!
You won't have to again
Show off in the cold
Holes-patches,
Bare heels!
What did Moore do?
when they read the fairy tale “The Miracle Tree” to her
Mura took off her shoe,
Buried in the garden:
- Grow up, my little shoe,
Grow up, little one!
Just like washing a shoe
I'll pour some water,
And the tree will grow,
Wonderful tree!
There will be, there will be sandals
Jump to the miracle tree
And rosy boots
Pluck from the miracle tree,
Sentence:
“Oh yes Murochka,
Wow, she's so smart!
The history of the creation of the fairy tale “The Miracle Tree”
Fairy tale-poem about "Miracle Tree" by Chukovsky written in 1926. Galoshes, boots, shoes, and sandals grow on the magic tree. Everyone will be wearing shoes! This is such an unusual tree!
Interesting the history of writing "The Miracle Tree". In fact, Korney Ivanovich wrote this fairy tale for himself. He was a father of many children, or, as Chukovsky himself put it, “a large family.” Korney had four children, two boys and two girls, and the issue of children's shoes was very acute. Every month one of the children had to buy shoes: either shoes, or galoshes, or boots, or boots. And somewhere in the depths of his soul, Chukovsky dreamed of a tree on which shoes grow instead of apples and pears. This is how the fairy tale about the miracle tree was born.
Ah, if such a tree actually existed, then problems with shoes would disappear not only for Chukovsky, but also for you and me.
Interesting that Murochka (Maria) is not a fictional character, but the daughter of Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky, to whom he dedicated many poems and fairy tales. So the fairy tale “The Miracle Tree” ends with a story about Chukovsky’s daughter Murochka, who planted a new miracle tree.
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. Not our own - the poet makes our thoughts sing within us. 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.
– Don’t write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The 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.
