blue bird of luck
parable by T. Domaryonok-Kudryavtseva
On the steep bank of the river, proudly peering into the sky, stood a young deer. A boat sailed down the river, gently swaying its sails inflated by the wind. He, like a deer, looked into the sky and dreamed of an easy flight above the clouds. - How nice it would be now to rise into the sky and fly far, far away! - thought the deer and the boat.
Their dreams joined together and flew high into the sky, where large broad-winged birds soared in free flight. No one guessed that the blue bird of good luck and the fulfillment of the most cherished desires was soaring in the sky at that time. But only a moment passed, and the mysterious bird disappeared into the distance, elusive and inaccessible, like an unattainable dream.
But still, she understood her destiny, she wanted to do something very good and thereby make someone happy. And now, dissolving with a warm breeze and absorbing all the wonderful smells of a summer night, she flew in through the open window and touched the face of a young man sleeping sweetly. "Let him dream his most cherished dream!" thought the blue bird. And at the same moment the young man saw in a dream a tree, all covered with green leaves. But these were not ordinary leaves, but dollars! "The beauty! - the guy thought in a dream. “You have to remember where this tree grows.”
And the magic bird was already hurrying on, having never learned anything about the dreams of the young man. Her scent was smelled by a girl who fell asleep in an armchair at the table with a glass of wine in her hand. A light breath of breeze from the blue wing - and now the girl is in the arms of a "cool" young man. And although this is only a dream, but how sweet it is! After all, now she will have everything she wants!
- But, how lovers! Real selfless loving hearts! - you say. - Are they really not left in the world, and everything is done only by calculation and in the pursuit of wealth, and the bird of luck is needed only for such purposes?
Of course not. She will get there, she will definitely fly to such people. And this will be her great success. Good luck with a capital letter! Because the smell of flowers on a warm summer night will be inhaled by young people who truly love each other and decide to tie their destinies, despite the fact that none of them has thick wallets. And here the bird of luck will try, it will make their life happier and help in business.
And if the blue bird of luck meets an artist, writer, composer or other creative person on its way, can you imagine how happy and fruitful this meeting will be! And the work that will come out from under the hand of a talented master will soon become known to many people, thereby bringing him good luck and recognition.
So the blue bird of good luck and fulfillment of the most cherished desires! Come visit us more often! We are waiting and we believe in you!
She came from the cold
Flushed...
A. Blok
She flew into the room from the frost
Filling the county with ruddy freshness
In the eyes shone a spark of a question
And my heart pounded - knock-knock-knock...
And a fur coat, a dress flew to the floor ..,
And the aroma of perfume and body intoxicated.
How sweet were her embraces...
Forgive me, Poet, I dropped your poems.
Ah, pigeons, innocent creatures ..,
They froze in dumb surprise,
When they saw such passionate kisses,
And almost lost their minds.
I just had time to say: "Dear, Happy New Year!"
She only had time to answer: "Yes ... dear!"
And a whirlwind swirled under the sky,
And we were covered with a passionate wave!
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Spring has a lot of work
Rays help her:
Together they drive along the roads
talking streams,
Melt the snow, break the ice,
Warm everything around.
From under the needles and blades of grass
The first sleepy beetle crawled out.
Flowers on the thaw
golden blossoms,
Poured, swollen buds,
Bumblebees fly from the nest.
Spring has a lot of worries
But things are looking up:
Emerald field became
And the gardens are in bloom.
(T. Shorygina)
2. Live chain
The river swollen
The kidney swelled
Live in the sky
The chain floats.
In the dawn blue
The flock is cursing,
Spring and summer
Connecting.
(V. Orlov)
3. Willow is all fluffy ...
The willow is all fluffy
Spread around;
Spring is fragrant again
She waved her wings.
The clouds are rushing about,
warmly illuminated,
And again they ask to the soul
Captivating dreams.
Everywhere diverse
The eye is busy with the picture,
Noisy crowd idle
The people are happy about something ...
Some secret longing
The dream is inflamed
And over every soul
Spring is passing by.
(A. Fet)
4. Spring
Spring is coming to us
With quick steps
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
visible in the fields.
Looks very warm
Spring's feet.
(I. Tokmakova)
5. Country song
The grass is green
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter ...
Chirp out of the way
Hello to us soon!
I will give you grains
And you sing a song
What from distant countries
Brought along...
(A. Pleshcheev)
6. Go away, gray winter...
Go away, gray winter!
Beauties of Spring
The golden chariot
Rushing from the mountain heights!
Is it old to argue, frail,
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole army of air
Sweet breezes!
And what about noise, what buzz,
Warm showers and rays
And chilikane, and singing! ..
Leave yourself soon!
She has no bow, no arrows,
Smiled only - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes! ..
Yes, they will find it in the ravines!
Look - swarms of bees are noisy,
And flies the flag of victory
Motley butterflies squad!
(A. Maykov)
7. Spring and Creek
I slept under the snow for a long time,
Tired of silence.
I woke up and ran
and met Spring:
- Do you want your song
Will I sing to you, Spring? -
And Spring: - Drip-drip! Cap-cap!
Creek, are you not cold?
- No, not a bit, not at all!
I just woke up!
Everything is ringing, murmuring in me!
I'll sing!.. The snow will melt.
(V. Lanzetti)
8. Spring guest
Sweet songbird,
native swallow,
She returned to our home
From a foreign land.
Curls under the window
With a live song
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me…”
(K. Ldov)
9. Snowdrop
Next to the pine snowdrop
Looks at the sky - bright, gentle.
What snowflake petals!
Do not stretch your hands to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!
(I. Emelyanov)
10. Spring gives songs
Spring gives songs
Gives smiles,
And meet her from the bottom
The fish are swimming.
(T. Belozerov)
11. The forest woke up
The forest praises the Spring-princess:
Loudly pouring laughter melodious
Deep in the green
Over cold water.
The forest man is dancing under the oak,
Violently waving a fresh branch.
Vodyanitsy curl,
Razor sisters.
river grass in hair
The chest is like foam, the gaze is crafty, -
Or them in the spring
Enjoy the game!
Grandfather kosmach, gray-haired, furry,
He sat astride a humpbacked stump,
And the yaga is an old woman
Something whistles softly.
Joy took possession of all:
In the lush splendor of the white night
The king of the swamp digs
The root is enchanting.
And conjures in the unsteady mire:
"Enchant, Spring, with a smile
All paths are forest
And human hearts!
(M. Pozharova)
12. After the flood
The rains have passed, April is getting warmer,
Fog all night, and in the morning
The spring air is definitely dying
And turns blue with a soft haze
In the distant clearings in the forest.
And the green forest slumbers quietly,
And in the silver of forest lakes
Even slimmer than his columns,
More fresh pine crowns
And delicate larches pattern!
(I. Bunin)
13. Hurry, Spring!
Hurry spring, hurry
I feel sorry for the bunny from the bottom of my heart:
There are no ovens in the forest,
They don't bake loaves of bread,
No hut - lock the door,
There is nowhere to even warm your ears ...
Hurry spring, hurry
I feel sorry for the sparrow from the bottom of my heart:
The sparrow has no grandmother,
Who will knit socks and a vest?
Chilled fingers on the blue snow.
I can't help the sparrow...
Hurry spring, hurry
Perch is sorry from the bottom of my heart:
He walks and wanders in cold water,
What to eat, he does not find anywhere,
It can be seen crying in the dark and silence.
Hurry spring, hurry!
(H. Myand, translation from Estonian by I. Tokmakov)
14. Escape
Somewhere in the morning blizzards ran away,
Frost disappeared somewhere in the distance.
Winter threw off her fur coat in fright
And she ran away with them.
And at night he comes back for her,
Sighs, trying on in the darkness.
But something is getting shorter and tighter
It becomes a fur coat in winter.
(V. Orlov)
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15. Crane
The crane has arrived
To the old places:
Ant-grass
Thick-thick!
Willow over the creek
Sad, sad!
And the water in the backwater
Clean-clean!
And the dawn over the willow
Clear-clear!
Fun crane:
Spring-spring!
(E. Blaginina)
16. In the meadow
The forests are more visible in the distance,
Blue skies.
More noticeable and blacker
On the arable land, a strip
And children's louder
Above the meadow of voices.
Spring is on its way
But where is she herself?
Choo, a sonorous voice is heard,
Isn't this spring?
No, it's loud, thin
A wave murmurs in the stream...
(A. Blok)
17. Mess
When winter fled from spring,
Such a commotion began around
And so much trouble fell on the ground,
That in the morning, unable to stand it, the ice broke.
(V. Orlov)
18. Spring has finally come
Finally spring has come.
Spruce, birch and pine,
Throwing off white pajamas
Awakened from sleep.
(Igor Shandra)
19. Across the river, the meadows turned green ...
Beyond the river the meadows are green,
It breathes with light freshness of water;
More cheerfully rang through the groves
Songs of birds in different ways.
The breeze from the fields brings warmth,
The bitter spirit of the young vine...
Oh spring! How the heart of happiness asks!
How sweet is my sorrow in spring!
Gently the sun warms the leaves
And the paths are soft in the garden...
I do not understand what reveals the soul
And where am I slowly wandering!
I don’t understand who I love with longing,
Who is dear to me ... And is it all the same?
I'm waiting for happiness, tormented and longing,
But I do not believe in happiness for a long time!
It's bitter for me that I waste fruitlessly
The purity and tenderness of better days,
That alone I rejoice and cry
And I don't know, I don't like people.
(I. Bunin)
20. March
Sick, tired ice
Sick and melting snow...
And everything flows, flows ...
How fun spring running
Mighty muddy waters!
And the decrepit snow cries
And the ice dies.
And the air is full of neg,
And the bell sings.
From the arrows of spring will fall
Prison of free rivers,
Gloomy winters stronghold -
Sick and dark ice
Tired, melting snow...
And the bell sings
That my God lives forever
That Death itself will die!
(D. Merezhkovsky)
21. Spring
Pigeon, clean
Snowdrop flower!
And near the see-through,
The last snow...
Last tears
About the grief of the past
And the first dreams
About other happiness.
(A. Maykov)
22. Morning verses
It is so pleasant -
Wake up
And get up
And blue skies
See in the window
And find out again
That spring is everywhere
That the morning and the sun
Better than sleep!
(I. Maznin)
23. The arrival of spring
Green fields, groves babble,
There is a tremor in the sky of a lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what to add?
How else to glorify you
Soul life, spring coming?
(V. Zhukovsky)
24. Icicles
In a quiet nook
Our yard
Cry two icicles
Started yesterday.
"Tsok-tsok-tsok, we're hot!
Tsok-tsok-tsok, trouble!"
Scattered into spray
Ringing water.
The sun is a little higher
Stood over the yard
Tears from under the roof
They gushed in the stream.
poor icicles
Crying in the spring
Getting smaller and smaller
With every tear
So crying for days
Weekend morning
Two icicles have become
One puddle.
In a puddle in the evening
Dried water -
Because they don't help
Tears never!
(L. Derbenev)
25. Starling song
- Snow! Snow!
You will soon become a stream!
You will sing
How the streams sing!
And you will run for the spring meadow
For fine wrinkles
Warm earth! .. -
So, sitting on a branch,
The starling sang.
We listened to the song of the starling,
And the snow has already melted
He didn't make it
Listen to it to the end.
(L. Fadeeva)
26. Return of the singers
From the midday rays
A stream ran down from the mountain
And a small snowdrop
Grew up on a thaw.
Starlings return -
Workers and singers
Sparrows at the puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
And the robin and the thrush
Engaged in the device of nests:
Wear, wear in houses
Birds at straws.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
27. Spring Cavalry
Not a drop of spring
Breaks the ice
It's on the offensive
The cavalry is coming.
Met by birds
In the early hours
clapping hooves
Spring cavalry.
And not a bit
Drip around -
small sabers
Shine silver.
Nimble in the snow
The cavalry is flying
leaving black
Hoof holes.
(V. Orlov)
28. Spring, in spring, about spring
Birdsong in the groves,
And the class is silent.
We're going downhill
Leaning "spring".
We bow aloud: "Spring, springs ..."
And outside the window you can hear streams.
I can't sit on the desk
And then "spring, spring, spring."
Swifts rush under the roof,
Laugh at me -
They will not be asked for cases:
"Spring, spring, spring."
"Spring came,
Wait for ve-dreams.
(Wait, the leaves are visible!)
Hi weight-no,
Meet ve-snu.
(Where can I put my hand?)
Spring, spring, spring, spring,
Spring, oh spring..."
(Y. Akim)
29. The sun whispers
The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Do not be shy, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For a green forelock.
(V. Orlov)
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30. Miracles
Spring came along the edge,
Carried buckets of rain
Stumbled on a hillock -
The buckets overturned.
The drops rang
The herons roared.
Ants are scared
The doors were locked.
Spring rain buckets
Didn't make it to the village.
A colored rocker
Fled to heaven
And hung over the lake.
Miracles!
(V. Stepanov)
31. Lark
The dark forest glowed in the sun,
In the valley of steam, thin whitens,
And sang an early song
In azure the lark is sonorous.
32. Spring backfired
Cheerfully backed
Spring from the forest
The bear responded to her
Rumbling from sleep.
Bunnies jumped to her
A rook flew to her;
The hedgehog rolled after
Like a prickly ball.
The squirrel got excited
Looking out of the hollow -
Fluffy waited
Light and warmth!
Proudly drew himself up
Brightened boron;
On the branches of brown
The bird choir boomed.
(L. Agracheva)
33. End of the school year
The parties are tired.
Tired board.
And the mop is tired.
And chalk, half a piece.
All the walls are tired
And all the floorboards
And all the best students!
Some teachers
Not at all tired!
Maybe,
From stainless steel.
(L. Fadeeva)
34. Spring is coming
It was sunny in the morning
And quite warm.
The lake is wide
flowed through the yard.
Freezing at noon
Winter has come again
The lake dragged on
Glass crust.
I split the thin
sound glass,
The lake is wide
It leaked again.
Passersby say:
- Spring is coming! -
And this is me working
Breaking ice.
(A. Barto)
35. We are very happy about spring!
Let the snowdrifts in the yard
And the snow hardly melts
Today is March in the calendar -
Spring is coming into play!
We are ready to jump to the sky
And chirping like birds
The last day of winter has passed
Pages torn off!
It became warmer in the soul,
Fun has no barriers
Our smiles from ear to ear
We are very excited about spring!
(N. Rodivilina)
36. Composition about spring
Snow is melting on the school roof
A ray of sunshine on the window
We write in our notebooks
Spring essay.
Here is a starling on a thin branch
Cleans his feathers
And rush with a ringing song
Blue-eyed streams.
It always happens in March
Sunny bunny on the desk
Teases each of us.
Teases each of us
Teases each of us.
The chime of the droplet is heard
All the guys in silence
We write in our notebooks
Spring essay.
Why we do not know ourselves
Looking forward to the call
And across the sky with sails
Clouds are floating.
It always happens in March
Joy comes to us in the classroom.
Sunny bunny on the desk
Teases each of us.
Teases each of us
Teases each of us.
Flocks of birds under the clouds
Circling in the blue sky
All nature writes with us
Spring essay.
(N. Prostorova)
37. Everything turned green ...
Everything is green...
The sun is shining
The lark song
It pours and rings.
Rainy ones roam
Clouds in the sky
And oh the shore is quiet
The river splashes.
fun with horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Goes furrow.
And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
The lark song
Have fun singing.
(S. Drozhzhin)
38. Song of spring minutes
Whatever the day
By the minute
The day is longer
Short night.
Slowly
take it easy,
Chasing away the winter
Away.
(V. Berestov)
39. March is on its heels
March is on its heels
Chasing the winter away
During the day the snow melts a little.
Freezes the night.
On a clear day, icicles cry -
The sun melts their sides
At night, dark tears are hidden -
Spring sadness.
The streams are merry
Cheerfully, joyfully murmur.
Barely whisper at night
Or even sound asleep.
Saying goodbye to the winter soon -
February is coming to an end.
I want to confess to you, friends:
I feel a little sorry for her!
(N. Rodivilina)
40. Green verses
All the edges are green,
Green pond.
And the green frogs
They sing a song.
Christmas tree - a sheaf of green candles,
Moss is the green floor.
And a green grasshopper
Made a song...
Above the green roof of the house
Sleeping green oak.
Two green gnomes
Sat between the pipes.
And, plucking a green leaf,
The younger dwarf whispers:
“See? red-haired gymnasium student
Walks under the window.
Why isn't it green?
May is now… May!”
The elder dwarf yawns sleepily:
“Shush! don't bother."
(S. Black)
41. Spring waters
Snow is still whitening in the fields,
And the waters are already rustling in the spring -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
Run and shine and say -
They say all over the place:
Spring is coming, spring is coming!
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead."
Spring is coming, spring is coming!
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
Crowds fun for her!
(F. Tyutchev)
42. Jin-la-la
"Ding-ding-ding" -
They sing drops.
"La-la-la" -
the starling sings.
Jing-la-la!
In fact
Has come
Winter is over!
(V. Stepanov)
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43. In the April forest
Good in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy rot
Different birds sing
Nests are built on trees;
In the glades of the lungwort
Strives to reach the sun
Between herbs morels
Raise caps;
Bud branches swell
leaves break through,
Start an ant
Fix your palaces.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
44. First sheet
The leaf turns green young -
See how young leaves
Birch trees are standing
Aerial greenery through,
Translucent like smoke...
For a long time they dreamed of spring,
In spring and summer golden, -
And these living dreams
Under the first blue sky
Suddenly broke into the light of day ...
Oh, beauty of the first leaves,
Bathed in sunshine
With their newborn shadow!
And we hear from their movement,
What is in these thousands and darkness
You will not meet a dead leaf! ..
(F. Tyutchev)
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45. Scattered winter
Still standing around
The trees are bare
And drops from the roof
Drip fun.
Winter is somewhere
Run away in a panic
And very bad
Turned the faucets.
(V. Orlov)
46. May
Green, red,
bright May,
From the guys coats
Take off
Trees
Dress in leaves
Ring the streams
All day!
Where am I in May
I won't go
Everywhere I am the sun
I will find!
(S. Kaputikyan)
47. Spring
Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything got busy
Everything forces the winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...
Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...
Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed up in the snow
And only became blush
Against the enemy.
(F. Tyutchev)
48. The days are fine
The days are fine
Similar to holidays
And in the sky - the sun is warm,
Cheerful and kind.
All the rivers overflow
All buds open
The winter has gone with cold,
The snowdrifts became puddles.
Leaving the countries of the south,
The birds have returned.
On each branch of the starling
They sit and clean their feathers.
Spring time has come
It's time for flowering.
And so the mood
All people have spring!
(M. Plyatskovsky)
49. First weed
Hello, spring first grass!
How did it dissolve? Are you happy with the warmth?
I know you have fun and crush there,
They work together in every corner.
Stick out a leaf or a blue flower
Everyone hurry young root
Earlier than willow from tender buds
The first one will show a green leaf.
(S. Gorodetsky)
50. March
The sun warms up to the seventh sweat,
And raging, stupefied, a ravine.
Like a hefty cowgirl has a job,
Spring is in full swing.
Snow is withering and sick with anemia
In the twigs of powerlessly blue veins.
But life smokes in a cowshed,
And the teeth of the pitchfork radiate with health.
These nights, these days and nights!
A fraction of drops by the middle of the day,
Roofing icicles thin,
Brooks of sleepless chatter!
Open everything, stable and cowshed.
Pigeons peck oats in the snow
And of all the animator and culprit -
Manure smells of fresh air.
(B. Pasternak)
51. Bird cherry sprinkles with snow
Bird cherry sprinkles with snow,
Greenery in bloom and dew.
In the field, leaning towards shoots,
Rooks are walking in the band.
The silk grasses will vanish,
Smells like resinous pine.
Oh you, meadows and oak forests, -
I'm besotted with spring.
Rainbow secret news
Glow in my soul.
I think about the bride
I only sing about her.
Rash you, bird cherry, with snow,
Sing, you birds, in the forest.
Unsteady run across the field
I will spread the color with foam.
(S. Yesenin)
52. Hello spring!
Spring flower in new grass
Squinting affectionate eye.
The goldfinch sat on the maple tree
Green knot.
Like a yellow-breasted bird:
In the clear brilliance of the height,
The sun is shining, joy is everywhere -
Hello sweet spring!
(M. Pozharova)
53. Poems about spring
Why is it everywhere
Such fun
Such -
From dawn to dawn -
Celebration?
Since
What do they celebrate
Starlings housewarming...
And just everything?
And only everything!
Since
What is rushing
inconspicuous,
Paper,
Along the river that came to life
brave ship,
And the waves and the wind
They rock it...
And just everything?
And only everything!
And only everything
What, as before, is red,
Came
Arrived,
Spring has returned!
(I. Maznin)
54. Spring
Again, spring has come to the country.
The sun rejoices. The day has grown.
And only icicles cry
Pitying winter and frost.
(G. Novitskaya)
55. I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the snow to melt
And flies fly everywhere
And they will announce the overgrown shore
Discordant croaking of a frog,
When the lilac blossoms
Fragrant lily of the valley will glance
And the hot day will be refreshed
Thunderstorm unexpected, blessed.
I'm waiting for the flute in the fields
Suddenly sings unpretentiously
And her sullen corncrake
He will answer with a shy twitch.
I'm waiting, and the snow is falling harder,
Severe frosts are cracking...
Oh summer, where are you? Where are the dragonflies?
Where is the vociferous nightingale?
(M. Chekhov)
56. March
March! March! March! March!
The covers of the desks warmed up,
Decorated houses
Blue fringe.
March! March! March! March!
Sparrows got excited:
From the sidewalk to the ledge,
“Chick-chirp!” - and a bullet down.
March! March! March! March!
Flies crawled out to the start -
Gain strengths
Spread wings.
March! March! March! March!
Brighter green school cards,
Longer than the previous lesson
Louder than the previous call -
Jin-n-n!
(A. Krestinsky)
57. Snowdrop
In the forest, where the birches crowded in a crowd,
A blue eye peeped into the snowdrop.
Little by little at first
Put out a green leg
Then he reached out with all his little strength
And quietly asked:
"I see the weather is warm and clear,
Tell me, is it really spring?
(P. Solovyova)
58. First bee
As soon as the sun came out from behind the clouds
Take a look at how it is after the rains in nature,
Like a curious and chatty beam
He let slip: the weather should be warm.
And you, leaving the dark hollow,
You fly to the first yellow flower,
And in my soul - warm, warm,
Although still on the street - not very much.
(O. Fokina)
59. Poems about spring
Snow is no longer the same -
It darkened in the field
Ice cracked on the lakes
It's like they split.
Clouds run faster
The sky got higher
Sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.
It's getting blacker every day
Stitches and paths
And on willows with silver
Earrings glow.
Run away, brooks!
Spread out, puddles!
Get out, ants!
After the winter cold!
Bear sneaking
Through the forest deadwood,
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.
(S. Marshak)
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60. March
That frost
Those puddles are blue
That blizzard
Those are sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Over the ground-
goose chain,
On the ground -
Brook woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
tongue.
(V. Orlov)
61. Martu naps easily
opened up
black roads -
The sun is hot,
But in a snowdrift
Like in a lair
March
Dries easily.
More on him
By ski
The daredevils run.
He sleeps sweetly
And does not hear
That the streams laugh.
(G. Novitskaya)
62. Spring divination
Yablonka today
Not before sleep
Joyfully looks
From under the scarf:
Something told her
Spring
By the palm of the young
Leaflet.
whispered something
And a little light
Gathered somewhere
Along with May...
Fortune telling will come true
Or not -
This is us in autumn
Let's find out.
(V. Orlov)
63. Spring, spring!
Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
His azure alive
He blinds my eyes.
Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the wind
caressing the sunbeams,
Clouds are flying!
Noisy streams! glittering streams!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she lifted!
More trees are bare
But in the grove there is a decrepit leaf,
As before, under my foot
Noisy and fragrant.
Under the sun most soared
And in the bright sky
The invisible lark sings
Congratulatory hymn to spring.
(E. Baratynsky)
64. Spring
On the trees -
You look -
Where the kidneys were
Like green lights
Leaves flared up.
(N. Goncharov)
65. Spring flew into the classroom
Breaking the lesson
Ran into class
Spring -
Forgot to close
It is seen,
Window sashes.
call
Keep silence
Did not help -
In vain teacher
To the guys
Was strict.
They turned out
At all
Nothing to do with:
Incessantly
Poplar
Shumel
Outside the window.
(S. Ostrovsky)
66. Bird cherry
Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
Cherry fragrant,
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs.
(S. Yesenin)
67. When April knocks on the window
When at the window
april knocks
I left the city
I'm going to the field
Listen
lark trill,
Admire in spring
Enough!
I love to look
How slowly
Her soul awakens!
And the sun - red shearing -
flies,
Barely touching the ground
And joy jumps
Like a hare
And underneath
He can't feel his feet!
(G. Novitskaya)
68. Spring again
And again blind hope
People give their hearts.
Nightingales in the forests, as before,
At night the whites sing.
And again four lovers
In the groves the young ones run,
Happily touched eyes
Believe again, lie again.
But it does not please, does not torment,
Full of passionate bliss,
Only dispassion teaches the heart
Spring is alien to the heart.
(D. Merezhkovsky)
69. Buds have blossomed on a willow
Buds have blossomed on the willow,
Birch weak leaves
Revealed - snow is no longer an enemy.
Grass sprouted on every bump,
The ravine became emerald.
(K. Balmont)
70. Call signs
The night frosts are falling
Cold winds whistle.
Aspens, oaks and birches
They sleep under the chilly stars.
But there's a change in the air
They woke up the pine tree:
Needles like antennae
Spring has already arrived.
(V. Orlov)
71. Spring Arithmetic
Subtract!
Begin
From all streams and rivers
Subtract both ice and snow.
If you subtract snow and ice,
There will be a bird flight!
Let's combine the sun with the rain...
And let's wait a bit...
And we'll get herbs.
Are we not right?
(E. Moshkovskaya)
72. Angry snow
All winter
White snow
Belel,
And in March
I took it and turned black.
(M. Sadovsky)
73. Spring has come
Buds swell in spring
And the leaves have hatched.
Look at the branches of the maple -
How many green spouts!
(T. Dmitriev)
74. In April
First sunny day
The wind is blowing.
Sparrows have fun
In these warm hours
And the icicles wept
And hung up their noses.
(V. Orlov)
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75. The singing of a lark is louder ...
The song of the lark is louder,
Brighter spring flowers
Heart full of inspiration
The sky is full of beauty.
Breaking the shackles of anguish,
Breaking the vulgar chains,
Runs into a new life
triumphant tide,
And it sounds fresh and young
New forces mighty system,
Like stretched strings
Between heaven and earth.
(A. Tolstoy)
76. March
Awakening not yet
Nature, immersed in half sleep.
But the forest is in a drowsy-sweet languor
The drops are already ready to meet the ringing.
Even in captivity at the ice, rivers languish,
But thin as glass, and fragile ice.
More sunny smiles are rare,
But the sky is bluer and brighter.
The crumpled snow cover
And the forest stands, bare to the waist.
And snow with colored sparks opal
In some places it became gray, like chalcedony.
The crystal shine of winter will not return soon.
Forgotten white brush magic.
But this is the loss behind which
The triumph of a new life is coming.
(N. Sedova-Shmeleva)
77. thawed patches
thawed patches, thawed patches -
Freckles in the snow!
They have a small snowdrop
Hatch: ku-ku!
And in the grove, beyond the outskirts,
The rooks will respond
The earth will be washed with water,
And the streams roar!
Winter is creeping up
And catches the silence
And the path breaks
Tripping on spring!
It all started with thaws,
And everyone is happy with the sun.
Boots instead of boots
Horseshoes are knocking!
(M. Takhistova)
78. Spring morning
I wanted to sleep a little
But I saw a light in the window.
Luchik - a warm palm
The sun extended to me.
And whispered in my ear:
- Throw off the blanket.
Are you tired of sleep?
Get up -
So many things!
cherry blossoms -
Sweet aroma.
Like an embroidered shirt
Our spring garden.
(V. Nesterenko)
79. Ice drift
Ice is coming, ice is coming!
Long string
Third day in a row
Ice floes are floating.
Ice floes are moving
In fear and anxiety
Like a herd to the slaughter
They drive along the road.
Blue ice, green ice
grey, yellowish,
Heading towards certain death
There is no return for him!
Somewhere on the ice manure
And traces of skids.
Someone's sled took the ice away,
Frozen hard.
The ice floe drives the ice floe on the way,
Strikes in the back.
Not letting you rest
The ice floe turns the ice floe.
But this block of ice,
fat, clumsy,
There was free water,
Bound by cold.
Let the old ice melt
Dirty and cold!
Let it die and live
In the wide expanse!
(S. Marshak)
80. Sparrow
sparrow ruffled
Feathers -
Alive, healthy
And unharmed.
Catches March
Sun
With every feather
His.
(V. Orlov)
81. Spring Thunderstorm
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
Thundering peals of the young!
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies ...
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads...
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes merrily thunders...
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, spilled on the ground!
(F. Tyutchev)
82. Sentry
Posted to
In the very spring
At attention,
Dropping your palms,
In white gloves
Like a clock
There is a snowdrop
On a cold foot.
(V. Orlov)
83. Lily of the valley
O first lily of the valley! From under the snow
You ask for sunbeams;
What a virgin bliss
In your fragrant purity!
Like the first ray of spring is bright!
What dreams descend in it!
How captivating you are, a gift
Flaming Spring!
So the maiden sighs for the first time
About what - it is not clear to her -
And a timid sigh is fragrant
The excess of life is young.
(A. Fet)
84. Spring is coming around the city
Ding! Don!
Ding! Don!
What is that gentle sound?
This is a snowdrop
Smiling through sleep!
This is whose fluffy beam
So it tickles because of the clouds,
Forcing the little ones
Smile from ear to ear?
Whose warmth is this?
Whose kindness
Makes you smile
Bunny, chicken, cat?
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
In the city!
And the poodle has a smile!
And fish in the aquarium
Smiled out of the water
Smiling bird!
So it turns out
What does not fit
On one page
The smile is boundless -
How pleasant!
This is the length
That's the width!
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
In the city!
Vesna Martovna Podsnezhnikova,
Vesna Aprelevna Skvoreshnikova
Spring Maevna Chereshnikova!
(Yunna Moritz)
85. Wonderful color
I was told:
White color
Extremely
Complicated.
This color
For seven colors
May be
Decomposed.
Here now
Clear,
Why spring
The snow will melt
White,
And the meadow grows
Color.
(H. Gainutdinov)
86. Spring cases
Everything has awakened from sleep:
SPRING is sweeping the world.
It's like we're blooming
Feeling the arrival of SPRING.
And I wanted to get out
Towards the young SPRING.
I'll drown in the green foliage
And I blame VESNA for this.
Nature breathes only one
Unique SPRING.
A starling perched on a pine tree
Bawling songs ABOUT SPRING.
Tell others about it
And you repeat the cases.
(N. Klyuchkina)
87. This morning, this joy ...
This morning, this joy
This is the power of both day and light,
This blue vault
It's a scream and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This voice of the waters
These willows and birches
These drops are these tears
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This tongue and whistle
These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This haze and the heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring.
(A. Fet)
Wow, she thought as she wiped herself off and hurried to close the window. Then she ran to the door and started banging on it. Loud footsteps were heard right outside the door. She screamed, hoping to draw attention to herself, the steps slowed - the man clearly stopped, thinking, then hurried away, ignoring the desperate screams. Some kind of madness! But what if this trough really sinks? Seriously frightened, Tess pulled the door handle with all her might, but it did not give in. Well. Smiling, Tess stepped back and tucked up the hem of her long skirt. Carefully aiming at the dot above the lock, she concentrated and delivered a lightning-fast heel kick to the door. Behind the general roar that reigned above, the impact was almost inaudible. The door didn't budge, but Tess didn't give up hope. After a series of blows, the crackling of wood was finally heard. Running up, she began to tear it at herself with all her might, until it finally broke out. In surprise, Tess literally flew back into the cabin along with the door. There's no time to clean up, she thought, clutching the edge of the table. In the next instant, Tess, raising her skirt with her hand, was already running down the corridor.
The corridor was empty. In front of the door leading to the deck, she slowed to gather her courage. Blackwell's voice was heard. He gave orders in a thunderous voice and swore terribly. Somewhere underfoot, a rolling cannonball rumbled heavily on the wooden deck. Thunder sounded again. The ship rocked sharply, Tess fell on the door and literally fell onto the wet deck. On her knees, she saw a breathtaking sight.
Literally a yard away from her, two sweat-drenched men fought with sabers. She hurried to crawl away from them. One called the other a vile rat and raised his weapon. Tess instantly recognized the man. Steel flashed in the flames. The enemy howled wildly, the severed hand, along with the blade, flew right under Tess's feet. Gnarled fingers still gripped the handle.
Her stomach cramped, but she had time to notice how the attacker, having made a lunge, pierced the enemy through and through. He let out a death cry and fell to the deck. Blood gushed from the severed arm. Tess jumped up and, on shaky legs, rushed to the bulwark. Wild vomiting turned out all the insides. Somehow pulling herself together, she tore off a piece of the hem, wiped her face and mouth, and threw the rag overboard. Turning around, she saw that the attacker had already disappeared, and his victim was lying on the deck in a pool of blood. It's all make-believe, Tess reminded herself, calming her pounding heart, and decided to come and take a look.
It's all imitation. Special film stunts.
But when she knelt beside the lying man, her fingers shook violently. Touching the warm body, she first pulled her hand away in fear. He's alive, Tess tried to convince herself. Putting her fingers on her neck, she tried to feel for a pulse.
There was no pulse. The girl froze, peering into the black wide hole on her chest, and touched it with her hand. The palm stumbled on sticky moisture; a characteristic coppery smell hit my nose. God! Oh my God!!! And the heart does not beat! Overcoming herself, Tess raised her hand to his lips. At that moment, someone nearly bumped into her. With a wild cry, Tess jumped up, covering her mouth with her hands. Death! Smells like death all around! The smell of gunpowder, burning wood, and singed flesh hit his nostrils. She shook her head in desperation, driving away the obsession. No, this brutal bloody battle unfolding all around just can't be!
At that moment, another person fell right under her feet from somewhere. The weakening hand rose and fell. Tess recoiled, horrified to see glazed eyes and a trickle of blood flowing from her mouth, and in a panic rushed back to the cabin. The ship shook violently again. Losing her balance, she stumbled on the high threshold and flew, hitting the wall. Biting her lip in pain, she somehow got up, clinging to the railing of the stairs, and on trembling legs hobbled to her door. Leaning against the doorframe for a moment, Tess forced herself to stumble into the cabin and slam the door shut. The knees gave way. The poor thing collapsed to the floor, exhausted.
Staring unseeingly at the ceiling and trying to swallow the lump in her throat, Tess said to herself: “Good God, this is not a game. They really kill each other there!” At the memory of the severed hand, which was clutching the hilt of the saber, ready to continue the battle, the stomach twisted into a spasm again. "What to do? How to stop them? No way, Tess thought desperately, wiping her bloody palms on the hem of her skirt. “You can't get them through anything. I just can’t imagine their logic, the meaning of this massacre.” An eerie crack of wood interrupted the chaotic flow of thoughts.
