About Firefox, which turned out to be not a fox, but a red panda (but the boys didn’t know).

In principle, it is understandable why the majority of Russian users subconsciously thought that the logo Firefox browser fiery fox is depicted. Everything is very simple - all of us in childhood (I don’t know how it is now, but Soviet children for sure) read poems by the wonderful poet Korney Chukovsky, in which there are such lines

And the chanterelles
They took the matches
Let's go to the blue sea
The blue sea was lit.

These lines are firmly planted in our subconscious, and we understand that the fox and fire are very interconnected. And the panda is an “imported” animal that is not found in our area. Jokes are jokes, but why don't we re-read these lines again. By the way, it turns out that two cartoons were shot on these verses. One of them was included in the Merry-Go-Round series (the second cartoon).

And the second cartoon was filmed in Kyiv and voiced by the poet Korney Chukovsky himself

I think that if these poems were written by some young poet these days and published on some website, then they would definitely write in the comments: What did the author smoke? Poems sound very unusual these days. Imagine if an American would read poetry. He'll go crazy with lines like this.

Well, we will once again remember our childhood and re-read the classics. And if you have children, then read poetry to them too. Go.

Confusion

The kittens meowed: "We are tired of meowing! We want to grunt like pigs!" And behind them the ducklings: "We don't want to quack anymore! We want to croak like frogs!" The pigs meowed: Meow, meow! Kittens grunted: Oink, oink, oink! The ducks croaked: Kwa, kwa, kwa! The hens quacked: Quack, quack, quack! The little sparrow rode up And mooed like a cow: Moo-o-o! A bear came running And let's roar: Ku-ka-re-ku! Only a hare There was a good boy: He didn’t meow And he didn’t grunt - He lay under the cabbage, He babbled like a hare And he persuaded the unreasonable little animals: “Who is ordered to chirp - Don’t purr! Who is ordered to purr - Don’t chirp! " But funny little animals - Piglets, bear cubs - They play pranks more than ever, They don't want to listen to the Hare. Fish walk across the field, Toads fly across the sky, Mice caught a cat, Put them in a mousetrap. And the chanterelles took matches, went to the blue sea, lit the blue sea. The sea is burning with flames, A whale ran out of the sea: "Hey, firefighters, run! Help, help!" For a long, long time, the crocodile stewed the blue sea With pies, and pancakes, And dried mushrooms. Two chickens came running, Watered from a barrel. Two ruffs sailed, Watered from a ladle. Frogs came running, Watered from the tub. Extinguish, extinguish - do not extinguish, Fill - do not fill. Then a butterfly flew in, Waving its wings, The sea began to go out - And it went out. The animals are happy! They laughed and sang, they clapped their ears, they stamped their feet. The geese began to shout like a goose again: Ha-ha-ha! The cats purred: Mur-mur-mur! The birds chirped: Chick-chirp! The horses neighed: Eee! The flies buzzed: W-w-w! The frogs croak: Kwa-kva-kva! And the ducklings quack: Quack-quack-quack! Pigs grunt: Oink-oink-oink! Murochka is lulled to sleep by my dear: Lullaby-bye! Baiushki bye!

Kittens meowed:

“We are tired of meowing!

We want, like pigs,

Grunt!"

And behind them and ducklings:

“We don’t want to quack anymore!

We want, like frogs,

Croak!"

The pigs meowed:

The cats grunted:

Oink oink oink!

The ducks croaked:

Kwa, kwa, kwa!

The hens quacked:

Quack, quack, quack!

Sparrow galloped

And mooed like a cow:

A bear came running

And let's roar:

Ku-ka-re-ku!

Only hare

There was a good boy:

Didn't meow

And did not grunt -

Lying under the cabbage

babbled like a hare

And foolish little animals

Persuaded:

"Who is ordered to chirp -

Don't purr!

Who is commanded to purr -

Don't tweet!

Do not be a crow cow

Do not fly frogs under the cloud!

But funny animals -

Pigs, bear cubs -

They are more naughty than before,

The hare does not want to listen.

The fish are walking across the field,

Toads fly across the sky

The mice caught the cat

They put me in a mousetrap.

And the chanterelles

They took the matches

Let's go to the blue sea

The blue sea was lit.

The sea is on fire

A whale ran out of the sea:

"Hey firefighters, run!

Help, help!"

Long, long crocodile

The blue sea extinguished

Pies and pancakes

And dried mushrooms.

Two chickens came running

Watered from a barrel.

Two ruffs sailed

Watered from a bucket.

The frogs came running

Watered from a tub.

Extinguish, extinguish - do not extinguish,

Filled - not flooded.

Here comes the butterfly

Waving wings,

The sea began to fade -

And it went out.

The animals are happy!

Laughed and sang

Ears clapped,

They stomped their feet.

The geese started again

Shout like a goose:

The cats purred:

Mur-mur-mur!

The birds chirped:

Chick-chirp!

The horses neighed:

Flies buzzed:

The frogs are croaking:

Qua-qua-qua!

And the ducklings quack:

Quack-quack-quack!

Piglets grunt:

Oink oink oink!

Murochka is cradled

my dear:

Baiushki bye!

Dear children and their parents! Here you can read " Verse Confusion » as well as others the best works On the page Poems by Korney Chukovsky. In our children's library you will find a collection of wonderful literary works domestic and foreign writers, as well as different peoples peace. Our collection is constantly updated with new material. The online children's library will become a faithful assistant for children of any age, and will introduce young readers with different genres literature. We wish you pleasant reading!

Read the verse "Confusion"

Kittens meowed:
"We're tired of meowing!
We want, like pigs,
Grunt!"

And behind them and ducklings:
"We don't want to scream anymore!
We want, like frogs,
Croak!"

The pigs meowed:
Meow meow!

The cats grunted:
Oink oink oink!

The ducks croaked:
Kwa, kwa, kwa!

The hens quacked:
Quack, quack, quack!

Sparrow galloped
And mooed like a cow:
Moo!

A bear came running
And let's roar:
Ku-ka-re-ku!

Only hare
There was a good boy:
Didn't meow
And did not grunt -
Lying under the cabbage
babbled like a hare
And foolish little animals
Persuaded:

"Who is ordered to chirp -
Don't purr!
Who is commanded to purr -
Don't tweet!
Do not be a crow cow
Do not fly frogs under the cloud!"

But funny animals -
Pigs, bear cubs -
They are more naughty than before,
The hare does not want to listen.
The fish are walking across the field,
Toads fly across the sky

The mice caught the cat
They put me in a mousetrap.

And the chanterelles
They took the matches
Let's go to the blue sea
The blue sea was lit.

The sea is on fire
A whale ran out of the sea:
"Hey firefighters, run!
Help, help!"

Long, long crocodile
The blue sea extinguished
Pies and pancakes
And dried mushrooms.

Two chickens came running
Watered from a barrel.

Two ruffs sailed
Watered from a bucket.

The frogs came running
Watered from a tub.

Extinguish, extinguish - do not extinguish,
Filled - not flooded.

Here comes the butterfly
Waving wings,
The sea began to fade -
And it went out.

The animals are happy!
Laughed and sang
Ears clapped,
They stomped their feet.

The geese started again
Shout like a goose:
Ha-ha-ha!

The cats purred:
Mur-mur-mur!

The birds chirped:
Chick-chirp!

The horses neighed:
And-and-and!

Flies buzzed:
W-w-w!

The frogs are croaking:
Qua-qua-qua!

And the ducklings quack:
Quack-quack-quack!

Piglets grunt:
Oink oink oink!

Murochka is cradled
my dear:
Baiushki bye!
Baiushki bye!

Great about verses:

Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.

Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen glitter.

Humboldt W.

Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.

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

If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not in verses alone: ​​it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe 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

Lovely verse like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. 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 yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, for each poetic work of those times, the whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.

Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"

To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a 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 critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds 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 but pure poetry who rejected the word.