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Synopsis of an integrated directly organized educational activity memorizing the verse "History with a Chest" for the preparatory group. Educational area "Reading fiction", "Communication".

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Memorizing a verse

Purpose: To introduce children to V. Levin's new poem "The Story of the Chest".

Tasks:

Learn to notice figurative words and expressions.

Develop poetic ear, emotional response to the work.

- Cultivate interest in the artistic word.

Equipment: envelope; pictures of a turkey, a chest, a cow.

Move.

V .: Guys, a very interesting poem came to visit you today.(points to the envelope).

Q: What do you think the poem came to you? (children's answers).

V: Do you want to know? (Yes). Then solve the riddles from the envelope. (pulls out the first puzzle). Listen carefully.

Q: Listen to the first riddle.

Spreads its tail like a peacock,
Walks like an important gentleman
On the ground with their feet - a knock,
What is his name - ... (turkey). Well done boys. (posts a picture of a turkey on the board).

Q: Guess the following riddle.

Grandma hides things there
boots, caftan, frock coat..
You tell me everything together
This cabinet is called ... (chest). Correctly.(posts up a picture of a chest).

V .: Guys, listen to the last riddle.

Every evening, so easy
She gives us milk.
She says two words
What is her name (cow). That's right guys.(posts a picture of a cow on the board).

Q: Guys, did you recognize the poem? (No). I can't find out either.

V .: Oh, guys, look, there is something else in the envelope.(is reading) Poem. "History with the chest." Author V. Levin. Do you know such a poem - a fairy tale? (No). Do you want to know? Then listen carefully.(Reading the poem expressively.)

Q: Did you like the poem? (Yes). What is the mood like? (cheerful, playful). What is the poem about? (about a turkey who was carrying a chest, a cow stuck to him asking him to show what was in it, he refused to open the chest). Why do you think the poem is called "the story of the chest." (children's answers).

V: Well done guys. Do you remember with what words the event of the poem begins? (going turkey)(on the board demonstrates the movement of a turkey). That's right guys. What word does the author describe a turkey? (serious). What chest is he carrying? (iron).

V: That's right guys. What happened next? (a cow runs towards).(shows the movement of the picture of the cow on the board). How does a cow run? (light). What did the cow ask the turkey? (which is in the chest). What did the turkey say to the cow? (I hardly know you).

V: Right. guys. But the cow did not leave the turkey alone. How does the author describe the cow at this moment? (menacingly the cow goes to the chest). What words did she say? (I won’t leave yet, don’t show me what’s inside the chest.)

V: Really guys. And how did this story end? (a turkey with a cow stand still and do not move, and it remains unknown what is inside the chest).

B: That's right, guys. Listen to the poem again guys. Just listen to me very carefully and try to remember.(reads emphatically).

V .: Guys, now I will read the poem to you again, whoever remembers can pronounce it in a whisper with me.(rereads).

V .: Guys, who remembered the poem and wants to tell? (listening to 1-2 answers).

V: Well done guys. Do you love performing on stage? (Yes). Guys, we can imagine that we are artists and perform on stage. Do you want to become actors and act out this poem? (Yes).

V: Good. Then I will play the role of the author. What other roles do we have? (turkey, cow, chest). Who wants to play the role of a turkey? cows? Chest?(children are chosen). Do you remember what words your characters say? (Yes). Then our show begins.(the teacher with the children plays a scene).

V .: Well done artists. Guys, did you like the show? (Yes).

V: I really liked it too. Guys, you listened to me very carefully, so you managed to easily memorize the new poem "The Story of the Chest" and show it. Today, when you come home, you can tell his parents. They will like it very much too.

STUPID HORSE

The newest old English ballads

Translator's Preface

Since childhood, I dreamed of translating old poems and stories from English. But I was late: while I was growing up, Korney Chukovsky, S. Marshak and Boris Zakhoder had already translated all this.
I became very embarrassed. It's such a shame that if I knew any English words, I myself would compose a new old English folk ballad or song out of them. And I would immediately translate it into Russian, until other translators found out about it.
And then I thought: “Why, in fact, does a translator from English into Russian have to wait until someone writes English originals in English? Why not do the opposite: first compose a DO-genuine translation into Russian, and then If they don't want to translate, so much the worse for them: it means that we will have more English poems and stories than the English themselves!
I offer my pre-originals today to the readers of the portal "Jerusalem Anthology".

ORDINARY STORY

Puppy walking down the street
not Fluff*, not Druzhok*.
Walked in a snowstorm and sunshine,
and walked in the rain and wet,
and even if it was snowing,
puppy walking down the street.
Walked in the heat, in the cold and in the damp,
walked
WALKED,
G U L I L
and grew up.

* Translator's note: In the original English, when the English write the original of my authentic translation, there will be an untranslatable pun in this place: Puppy (Puppy or Cub) and Pussy (Fluffy or Pussy).

STORY WITH CHEST

A serious turkey is walking along the path,
Carrying an iron chest on a cart.
Towards the Cow runs light:
“Tell me,” he shouts, “what is in the chest?”
“Sorry, I hardly know you.
Let me go, otherwise I'll catch the chest.
But menacingly the cow goes to the chest
and very severely roars Turkey-cock:
- Well, no! I won't leave here until
don't tell me what's inside the chest...

It is still standing on the Turkey path.
The chest still lies on the cart.
And this cow
didn't budge.
And what's in the chest
still
unknown.

MR QUAKLI AND MR QUAKLI

The story is mysterious and not too long

Mr Quackley, Esq.
lived behind a barn
he dined and slept in a tub.
Mr. Quackly, Esq.**
walked behind the shed
and Mr. Quackley has been missing ever since.

* Esquire is an English word. (Note. Translator).
** Esquire is an English word. (Note. Translator).

WEEKIE-WACKY-WOKI

Wicky-Wacky-Wokie-Mouse
built herself a house.
without windows
house,
without a roof
house,
no walls, no floor in that house.
But it's so comfortable to live in a house
Wicky-Wacky-Woky-Mouse.

Wicky-Wacky-Wokie-Cat
quietly
song
sings.
She is
without words,
she is
without notes
but the cat knows what he sings about.
Sings and strokes his belly
Wicky-Wacky-Wokie-Cat.

GREEN HISTORY

about johnny and the pony

yesterday at dawn (in a green carriage)
went to visit Sister Henrietta.


followed them in pursuit.
Aunt Kathy (in green jacket)
uncle Sulli (in green camisole),
as well as their children Odette and Hattie
(both in green beret)
returned home in a green carriage,
in the same one in which yesterday at dawn
they were leaving for Sister Henrietta.
And little Johnny and the gray pony
(but the pony was still in a green blanket)
returned in a compartment car.

STUPID HORSE, OR HISTORY WITH GALOSHS

The horse bought four galoshes -
a couple of good ones and a couple of worse ones.

If the day is fine,
the horse walks in good galoshes.

St about it pro s fall first powder -
the horse comes out in worse galoshes.

If the puddles are all over the street,
the horse walks completely without galoshes.

What are you, a horse, sorry for galoshes?
Isn't health more important to you?

FAILED ACQUAINTANCE

Billy and Doll
Climbed on the table
Meet a new cat.
Bill was the first
He hit the bump.
And then Dolly collapsed.

WINTER LULLABY STORY

about Danny, dad and a cat named Pussy

Daniel-Danny and dad and cat
sledding
along snowy paths.
When,
having rolled,
they entered the house
their grandmother Maggie found out the hard way.
Daniel-Danny and Dad and Pussy
immediately
ate hot sausage
and sat side by side
warm by the fireplace
who hands,
who paws,
who - ears and back.

Silent shadows play in the fireplace.
Fell asleep next to Grandma Daniel-Danny.
Dad had three drops fall from his hat.
The cat warmed her cold paws.

MR SNOW

Mr Snow! Mr Snow!
Will you visit again?
- In an hour. I give you my word.
Thanks, Mr Snow.

STORY WITH THE BUCK

When I went to the river as a boy,
taking an oar and a landing net,
I often met
near clean water
funny and stupid
goby.
— Healthy about in, bull, -
I told him.
And he answered me:
- Moo!
Looked at me - fool fool,
a tuft on the tail dangled,
and red ears stood erect,
and the nose, like a saucer, shone.
- Farewell -
I told my friend.
And he answered me:
- Moo!
Now I walk around with a briefcase and glasses
and I had to live in the city,
but I still remember the bull-fool
and wet, friendly nose,
All I think:
how is he
alone?
To whom
he says:
- Moo!
Listen if you go to the river
and meet the stupid bull
he will reach for your hand with his muzzle
and will wave a beam at you ...
hello from me
pass it on to him.
And he will answer you:
- Moo!

THE STORY OF JONATHAN BILL

Jonathan Bill,
who killed
bear
in Cherny Bor,
Jonathan Bill,
who bought
In the past year
kangaroo,
Jonathan Bill,
who accumulated
traffic jams
two chests,
Jonathan Bill,
who fed dates
bull,
Jonathan Bill,
who treated
barley
on the left eye
Jonathan Bill,
who taught
sing from notes
goat,
Jonathan Bill,
who sailed away
to India
to Aunt Trot, -
SO HERE
that Jonathan Bill
loved compote.

A LITTLE KNOWN AND EDUCATIONAL HISTORY

About,
as Professor John Full
talked
with Professor Clyde Boole,
when that one from time to time
suddenly
appeared on the surface
river Ouse

John Full - professor of three sciences -
hastened to Carlisle from Hull
and in the river Ouse I suddenly saw
colleague Clyde Bull.
"Sir, it's an honor to see you!" —
Professor Full exclaimed.
— But
what are you doing
here
on the fourth day of vacation?
Swallowing a small wave
Bull replied:
— Sir John,
I think that i
tone.
I am convinced of this.
Then John Fool said:
- Yes, well?
Clyde Bull thought it over
hesitated
and
went
to the bottom.
(Probably for an answer.)
- I'm sorry, Bull.
it's july now
what about warm water?
— Bull-bool, —
Professor Buhl said.
What did it mean:
"Yes!"

STR-R-R-RASH NIGHT STORY WITH BINOCULARS

Preface to the terrible

And now this is going to happen
which then at night will dream.
And so all those who are afraid
please leave quickly!

terrible

Mrs and Mr Buckley
suddenly woke up at night.
Mrs and Mr Buckley
opened an old chest
Mrs and Mr Buckley
taken from chest
large marine binoculars
and
nuts -
four bags.
Mrs and Mr Buckley
climbing the stairs with difficulty.
Mrs and Mrs got wet
the house creaked and shook.
But they took everything higher
four bags and binoculars.
And so
were on the roof
Mrs and Mr Bockley.
Mrs.
lay down at the fence,
Mister
sat on the ledge -
And -
STARTED CHICKING NUTS!
BUT
speed-
loop-
ki

A SAD SONG ABOUT A MERRY ELEPHANT

Whom I do not have in the forest -
And a hare, and an elk, and a badger!
And the old capercaillie, hearing the fox,
Takes off on a thick bough.
And the hedgehog runs along the path, seed,
To good friends for lunch.
But I don't have a baby elephant in the forest.
There is no funny elephant.
A hedgehog embroiders a shirt for me with a cross
And the songs purr in bass.
The fox sweeps my house with its tail.
The bee treats with honey.
The tit flies over me, ringing,
And the gopher is my friend and neighbor.
But I don't have a baby elephant in the forest.
There is no cheerful elephant.

Foreword

Children's poems by the wonderful Kharkov poet Vadim Levin (now he lives in Germany) from the book "Stupid Horse" (West Siberian Book Publishing House, Novosibirsk, 1969), with which we want to please our little readers, were sent to me by Ostrova's musical consultant and the author of our magazine Olga Berak.

The full title of the book is "retellings, imitations, translations from English."

Here is what V. Levin himself says about this:

Since childhood, I dreamed of translating old poems and stories from English. But I was late: while I was growing up, Korney Chukovsky, S. Marshak and Boris Zakhoder had already translated all this. I became very embarrassed. It's such a shame that if I knew any English words, I myself would compose a new old English folk ballad or song out of them. And I would immediately translate it into Russian, until other translators found out about it. And then I thought: “Why, in fact, does a translator from English into Russian have to wait until someone writes English originals in English? Why not do the opposite: first compose an DO-authentic translation into Russian, and then let the English translate it back? And if they don’t want to translate, so much the worse for them: it means that we will have more English poems and stories than the English themselves!

And the St. Petersburg poet Mikhail Yasnov adds:

We all learned and fell in love with his poems when, at the end of the 60s, his book “Stupid Horse”, published in Novosibirsk, appeared with marvelous illustrations by Spartak Kalachev. The book was unexpected - transcriptions, imitations, translations from English, but in fact - the most original, own poems, only written in a new genre. In the same years, these poems were published on the famous 16th page of the Literary Gazette with the following note: "The translations from English are so new that the English have not yet had time to compose most of them in their own language."

And from the stories of Vadim Levin about himself:

I was lucky when I was born. It happened a very long time ago - in 1933 ... As a child, I had many wonderful books with kind, smart and funny poems. I memorized these poems, played with them, told them to adults and peers, and tried to compose my own. Tried, tried, tried and got used to it.

I could also tell a lot of interesting things about this person - after all, for many years we lived in the same city. But it’s better to let the people who are responsible for this publication tell about the book – both poems and wonderful illustrations for them.

“I was so in love with his illustrations that I bought all the books where the artist was Spartak Kalachev. His accent is unique - kind, soft, amazing. Only now I found on one of the forums that the same feelings were preserved from his works in very many people, ”Olga Berak wrote to me in a letter.

Here is what one former little girl said on that forum, showing drawings from Stupid Horse:

I fell in love with this artist at the age of 5 and still have tender feelings for him. I want to confess my love to him. I spent my childhood in Novosibirsk, and every Siberian child had a book called "Stupid Horse". And yet - completely unknown to anyone outside of Siberia: "Rain, a tree and a boy." These are charming poems by Vadim Levin with illustrations by Kalachev. Levin himself always says that the artist became the second author of his Stupid Horse. And as a child, I was convinced that the author himself painted - these airy, kind drawings and light, slightly foreign poems were so organic. These drawings were so peculiar that I identified him with the book, as an actor with a cult role. And when I came across the work of this artist, I said: “Look, this is“ Stupid Horse ”! And my mother told me: “Yes, this is Spartak Kalachev!” Spartak Vladimirovich Kalachev lived in Novosibirsk. But, unfortunately, 13 years ago he passed away. He was 64 years old. And I think he was a good genius. He created illustrations for the famous and beloved books "Three Fat Men", "Captain Daredevil", "The Life and Amazing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe", "The New Adventures of Electronics", as well as for individual poems. But I suggest you look again at the drawings from Stupid Horse. By the way, the book has only been reprinted once since 1969. The Moscow publishing house "Octopus" released it in 2003, keeping it almost in its original form.

And finally, about the illustrations - they are hidden in these bright rectangles that you see next to the poems. If you bring the computer mouse to a fragment of the picture, you can see the picture in full.

ordinary story

A puppy walked along the street - Not that Fluff, not that Druzhok, Walked in a snowstorm and sunshine, And walked in the rain and wet, And even if it was snowing, A puppy walked along the street.

Walked in the heat, frost and damp, Walked, walked, walked and grew up.

But menacingly the cow Goes to the chest And very severely Roars the turkey: - Well, no! I won't leave here until you tell me what's inside the chest.

A serious turkey is walking along the path, An iron chest is being carried on a cart. Towards the Cow runs Light. - Tell me, - Shouts, - What is in the chest? - Excuse me, I hardly know you, Let me go, Otherwise - I'll hook it with the Chest! * * * It still stands On the path Turkey-cock. Lies Until now On the trolley Chest. And this cow - Didn't budge. And what's in the chest is still unknown.

Mr. Quackley

(The story is mysterious and not very long)

Mr. Kwackley, Esq., Lived behind the barn, He dined and slept in a tub. Mr. Quackley, Esq. Walked behind the barn, And since then Mr. Quackley has been missing.

Wicky-Wacky-Wokie

Wicky-Wacky-Wokie-Mouse Built herself a little house. House without windows, No roof House, No walls, no floor in that house, But it's so cozy to live in the house of Wicky-Wacky-Wokie-Mouse.

Wiki-Waki-Wokie-Cat Softly sings a song. She is without notes, but the cat knows what she sings about. Sings and strokes his belly Wicky-Wacky-Wokie-Cat.

green history

Aunt Cathy (Green jacket) Uncle Solly (Green coat) And their children Odette and Hattie (Both in green beret) Yesterday at dawn (Green carriage) Went to visit Sister Henrietta, A little Johnny And a gray pony (But the pony was still in a green blanket) They set off in pursuit. Aunt Cathy (In a green jacket), Uncle Salt (In a green coat), And also their children Odette and Hattie (Both in a green beret) Returned home in a green carriage, In the same one in which she left yesterday at dawn to Sister Henrietta.

And little Johnny And a gray pony (But the pony was still in a green blanket) We returned in a compartment car.

How Professor John Doole talked
With Professor Claude Boulle,

When he showed up from time to time
on the surface of the river Uz

John Doole - professor of three sciences - Hastened to Carlisle from Hull And in the river Ouse suddenly noticed a Colleague - Claude Boulle. "Sir, it's an honor to see you!" Professor Doole exclaimed. “But what are you doing here on the fourth day of vacation?” Swallowing a small wave, Buhl replied: - Sir John, I think that I am Tonu, I am convinced of this. Then John Doole said, “Yes, well? Claude Boulle thought it over, He hesitated And went To the bottom, Probably, for an answer. - Excuse me, Bul, It's July, Is the water warm? "Bull-bool," Professor Boole said, which meant "Yes."

stupid horse

The horse bought four galoshes - a pair of good ones and a bad pair. If the day is fine, the Horse walks in good galoshes. It is worth waking up with the first powder - The horse comes out in galoshes worse. If the puddles along the street are entirely, The horse walks without galoshes at all.

* * * What are you, horse, sorry for galoshes? Isn't health more important to you?

Little song about big rain

For a whole month in the rain The roof gets wet, The house gets wet, Leaves and flowers get wet, Puddles and umbrellas get wet, Parks and fields get wet, Wet earth gets wet,

And far from the earth Ships get wet In the sea.

Failed acquaintance

Billy and Doll climbed on the table - Meet the new cat. The first was Bill, He stuffed a bump, And then Dolly fell down.

When I was a boy on the river, Carrying a bowler hat and a net, I often met By the clear water A cheerful and kind Goby. He looked at me - The fool was a fool, He was silent, and chewed, and crunched, And his red ears stood upright, And his nose, like a saucer, shone. - Hello, bull! - I told him. And he answered me: - MU-U! Now I walk around with a briefcase and wear glasses, And I had to live in the city, But I still remember the Goby-fool And the wet, friendly nose, I keep thinking: How is it for him alone, To whom He says: - MU-U! Listen, if you go to the river And meet a stupid bull, He will stretch his muzzle to your hand And begin to wave his tail at you, Say hello from me Tell him. And he will answer you: - MU-U!

Winter lullaby story
About Danny, Dad and Cathy the Cat

Daniel-Danny and dad and cat Sledding down the snowy paths. When, having rolled, they entered the house, Their grandmother Maggie found out with difficulty. Daniel-Danny and papa and Kathy Immediately ate a warm cutlet And sat side by side To warm by the fireplace Who's hands, Who's paws, Who's cheeks and back.

Silent shadows play in the fireplace. Fell asleep next to Grandma Daniel-Danny. Dad had three drops fall from his hat. The cat warmed her cold paws.

Sad song about an elephant

Whom I just do not have in the forest - And the elk, and the goat, and the badger. And the old capercaillie, having heard the fox, Takes off on a thick bough. And the hedgehog is in a hurry along the path, semenya, Probably to his friends for lunch. But I don’t have a baby elephant in the forest, There is no cheerful baby elephant. A hedgehog embroiders a shirt for me with a cross, A goat comes with milk, A fox sweeps my house with its tail, A bee treats me with honey. The tit flies over me ringing. And the hare is my friend and neighbor. But I don’t have a baby elephant in the forest, There is no cheerful baby elephant.

Mr. Snow

Mr Snow! Mr Snow! Will you visit again? - In one hour. I give you my word. Thank you Mr Snow...

Jonathan Bill, who killed a bear in Cherny Bor, Jonathan Bill, who bought a kangaroo last year, Jonathan Bill, who accumulated two chests of corks, Jonathan Bill, who fed a bull with dates, Jonathan Bill, who treated barley on his left eye, Jonathan Bill, who taught the goat to sing from notes, Jonathan Bill, who sailed to India to Aunt Trot - so this same Joe Bill was very fond of compote.

night story

Mrs. and Mr. Buckley woke up suddenly during the night. Mrs. and Mr. Buckley Opened an old chest. Mrs and Mr Buckley. They took out from the chest Large sea binoculars AND nuts (four bags). Mrs. and Mr. Buckley Walked up the stairs, sniffing, Mrs. and Mr. were sweating, The house swayed, creaking, But they lifted higher and higher Four bags and binoculars, And now were on the roof Mrs. and Mr. Buckley.

Mrs. lay down at the fence, Mister sat on the ledge, And they began to crack nuts, And they threw the shells down.

“The ballad that Sir Walter Scott did not write in English,” said Vadim Levin about this poem dedicated to Sergei Nikitin.

The Prisoner and the Queen

1 What will I tell you, Maria Anna? What can I tell you, Maria Anna? What can I tell you, Maria Anna? In the pitch darkness on the stone floor Steps measure out the days, weeks... By touch I find a mug in the corner - Salt water does not quench my thirst. What will I tell you, Maria Anna, When will you call me one day? 2 With a rusty creak the door opened And the white beast grabbed my eyes. I won't scream, I won't lose my memory. Thank you, good guard, that, mocking, You brought a torch to my sore eyes: I dreamed so close to see the flame! Footsteps hum along the noisy corridors. What can I tell you, Maria Anna? 3 I'll tell you this, Maria Anna: - Your Majesty, Maria Anna! I won't flatter and I won't reveal the secret, And I will repeat what everyone has long known: There is no more beautiful queen in the world, And there is no fairer queen. All the islands, seas and oceans Have long recognized your judgment, humble ones, And the lords silently listen to you, And the elders accept your advice. And I am a villain, whose place is in the galleys, Just condemned to exile, - I came to you to ask, Maria Anna, Not justice, but mercy. What is destined to hear me in response? 4 Your eyes, my Maria Anna! And the guard strikes with an iron gauntlet. He's right: I must kneel. But I forgot how to kneel. Your eyes, my Maria Anna! You look at me, Maria Anna, With the movement of your finger you send the guards away, And you and I are alone, alone. And only long, long between us Your throne room. And you are sitting on the throne - Maria Anna, lady, queen! - Well, speak up. What did you want to tell me? I listen to your voice queen. - Well, speak! I'm listening to your voice. “Speak up!” you exclaim angrily. What can I tell you, Maria Anna? 5 - Your Majesty, my Maria Anna! There is no more beautiful queen in the world, And there is no fairer. And more merciless ... And I - the villain, whose place is in the galleys, I beg: be unfair. I ask for mercy, for mercy: Do not send the criminal into exile, Kill me, my Maria Anna. Touch me with your cold hand - I won't scream, I won't fall from the pain, I myself will take your holy fingers And carefully lay them on my throat And whisper before I die: "Thank you." Maria Anna, be unfair! What will you answer me, Maria Anna? What will you answer me, Maria Anna? What will you answer me, Maria Anna?

Listen to this wonderful ballad, and if you want to save it, then download it from the link (1.8 Mb, 56 m/bps)

How Professor John Doole talked
Professor Claude Boulle, when he appeared from time to time
and the surface of the river Uz

John Doole; professor of three sciences
Hurried to Carlisle from Hull
And in the river Ouse suddenly noticed
Colleague of Claude Boulle.

Sir, it's an honor to see you!
Professor Doole exclaimed.
But what are you doing here
Fourth day of vacation?

Swallowing a small wave
Bull replied:
Sir John
I think that i
Tonu
I am convinced of this.

Then John Doole said:
Yah?
Claude Boulle thought it over
hesitated
And went
To the bottom
Probably for an answer.
Sorry Bull.
It's July now
What about warm water?
bul bul,
Professor Buhl said,
What did it mean -
Yes.
ordinary story

Puppy walking down the street
Not Fluff, not Druzhok,
Walked in a snowstorm and sunshine,
And in the rain walked and wet,
And even if it was snowing
A puppy was walking down the street.

Walked in the heat, in the cold and in the damp,
walked,
walked
and grew up.

Box

Walks along the path
serious turkey,
Lucky on a trolley
Iron chest.

Towards
cow running
Light.
Tell,
screaming,
What is in the chest?

Sorry,
I'm with you
Almost unfamiliar
Let me go
I won't catch it
Chest!

But a menacing cow
Goes to the chest
And very harsh
Roaring a turkey:
Oh no!
I won't leave here until
Don't tell me what's there
Inside the chest.
* * *

Costs
Still
On the track
Turkey.

lies
Still
On a trolley
Box.

And this cow
Didn't budge.

And what's in the chest
Still
unknown

Mr. Quackley
(The story is mysterious and not very long)

Mr Quackley, Esq.
Lived behind a barn
He dined and slept in a tub.

Mr. Quackly, Esq.
Walked behind the barn
And since then, Mr. Quackley has been missing.

Wicky-Wacky-Wokie

Wicky-Wacky-Wokie-Mouse
She built herself a house.
without windows
House,
Roofless
House,
No walls, no floor in that house
But it's so comfortable to live in a house
Wicky-Wacky-Woky-Mouse.

Wicky-Wacky-Wokie-Cat
Quietly
song
Sings.
She is
Without notes
But the cat knows what he sings about.
Sings and strokes his belly
Wicky-Wacky-Wokie-Cat.

green history

Aunt Katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Sulli
(In a green camisole),
And also their children
Odette and Hattie
(Both of them are wearing a green beret)
Yesterday at dawn
(In a green carriage)
Went to visit Sister Henrietta,
And little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But the pony was still in a green blanket)
They set off in pursuit.

Aunt Katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Salt
(In a green camisole),
And also their children
Odette and Hattie
(Both in a green beret)
Returned home in a green carriage,
In the same one in which yesterday at dawn
She was leaving for her sister Henrietta.

And little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But the pony was still
in a green blanket)
We returned in a compartment car.

stupid horse

The horse bought four galoshes -
A couple of good ones and a couple of bad ones.

If the day is fine,
The horse walks in good galoshes.

It is worth waking up first powder -
The horse comes out in galoshes worse.

If the puddles are all over the street,
The horse walks completely without galoshes.

What are you, horse?
do you regret galoshes?
Isn't health more important to you?

A little song about a big rain.

A whole month in the rain
Wet roof,
wet house,
Wet leaves and flowers,
Wet puddles and umbrellas
Wet parks and fields,
Wet earth gets wet

And far from the earth
Wet
In the sea
Ships.

Failed acquaintance

Billy and Doll
Climbed on the table -
Meet a new cat.

Bill was the first
He hit a bump
And then Dolly collapsed.

goby

When I am a boy
went to the river
Carrying a bowler hat and net,
I often met
At the clear water
Cheerful and kind
Goby.
Looked at me
Fool fool
He was silent, and chewed, and crunched,
And the red ears stood erect,
And the nose, like a saucer, shone.

- Hello, bull! —
I spoke to him.
And he answered me:
- MU-U!

Now I'm walking around with a briefcase
and in glasses
And I had to live in the city,
But I remember everything
Bull-fool
And a wet, friendly nose,
Everyone thinks:
How is he
to one,
To whom
He says:
- MU-U!

Listen
If you go to the river
And meet
with a stupid bull
He will stretch his muzzle
to your hand
And wag his tail at you
hello from me
Pass it on to him.
And he will answer you:
- MU-U!

Sad song about an elephant

Whom I do not have in the forest -
And the elk, and the goat, and the badger.
And the old capercaillie, hearing the fox,
Takes off on a thick bough.
And the hedgehog hurries along the path, semenya,
Probably with friends for lunch.

There is no funny elephant.
A hedgehog embroiders a shirt for me with a cross,
Goat comes with milk
The fox sweeps my house with its tail,
The bee treats with honey.
The tit flies over me ringing.
And the hare is my friend and neighbor.
But there is no elephant in my forest,
There is no funny elephant.

Mr. Snow

Mr Snow! Mr Snow!
Will you visit again?
- In one hour. I give you my word.
Thank you Mr Snow...

night story

Mrs and Mr Buckley
Woke up suddenly at night.
Mrs and Mr Buckley
Opened an old chest.
Mrs and Mr Buckley.
Taken from the chest
Large marine binoculars
And nuts (four bags).

Mrs and Mr Buckley
They walked up the stairs, sniffing,
Mrs and Mrs got wet
The house was rocking, creaking,
But they took everything higher
Four bags and binoculars
And here we are on the roof
Mrs and Mr Buckley.

Mrs. lay down at the fence,
Mister sat on the ledge,
And they began to chop nuts,
And the shells were thrown down.

Joe Bill

Jonathan Bill,
who killed
bear
in Cherny Bor,
Jonathan Bill,
who bought
In the past year
kangaroo,
Jonathan Bill,
who accumulated
traffic jams
two chests,
Jonathan Bill,
who fed
dates
bull,
Jonathan Bill,
who treated
barley
on the left eye
Jonathan Bill,
who taught
sing from notes
goat,
Jonathan Bill,
who sailed away
to India
to Aunt Trot, -
so here
that Joe Bill
loved very much
compote.

Fully illustrated