At the cat, at the cat
The cradle is good
At my Sasha
Better than him.
At the cat, cat
Feather is soft
At my Sasha
Softer than him.
At the cat, at the cat
The pillow is white
At my Sasha
Sable lies.
***
Like Vanya's cradle
In a high tower
Shit, branom canopy,
Silver punch rings...

And bainki-bainki, we’ll buy felt boots for our son ...

And bainki-bainki,
We will buy boots for our son,
Let's put on the legs
Let's go down the road
Our son will walk
New felt boots to wear.

hanging cradle

hanging cradle
High on a hook.
golden hook,
Velvet belts,
twisted rings,
The hooks are gold.

Silence is guarded by lanterns

(From the movie "Vesnukhin's Fantasies")
A. Zatsepin, L. Derbenev

Silence is guarded by lanterns,
All deeds, all sorrows are forgotten,
Sleep, baby, sleep, baby, until dawn
Smiling in a dream and forgiving insults.

Chorus:


To forget all the bad
To forget all the bad
But the good remains.

You do not believe that by the light of the moon,
At the hour when the stars slumber on the roof,
The grumblers-sorcerers knock on the door:
It was timid mice that came out of their holes.

Chorus:
The night comes on a silent path,
To overcome anxiety and fatigue,
To forget all the bad
To forget all the bad
But the good remains.

The good light of the stars is poured from above,
Sleep, baby, don't worry about anything,
The night has come for the flowers to sleep
So that the asphalt rested from cars and passers-by.

Chorus:
The night comes on a silent path,
To overcome anxiety and fatigue,
To forget all the bad
To forget all the bad
But the good remains.

We are tired

Irina Zotova

Our legs told us today:
We are so tired today
we jumped so much today
that we don't want anymore
so that they jerk us again.
We want to lie down, relax,
to be on the road again tomorrow."

And the pens said:
"We are also very tired,
we dressed, fed and washed
and painted more.
Do you know how tired we are?

And each finger said:
"I am also tired!
I also worked, I helped!
And hold a spoon, and wash your eyes!
Let us sleep now!"

And ears suddenly whispered:
“We are tired too!
We are all day
everyone listened carefully.
We have learned so much...
We would be happy,
if only they could sleep!"

And the eyes said:
“Oh, how tired we are!
So tired that they pinched!
We've seen so much today
and now we want to sleep
let's shut us down!"

And the little mouth said and yawned:
"I am also tired,
I chewed, I bit and screamed.
Let's have some rest
to tomorrow again
"good morning" to say!

And the tongue murmured:
"How much did I say?
chuckled, chugged and growled,
I am also very tired!”

And only the nose said:
"I'm not tired!
You all lie quietly
rest and sleep!
And I will protect you
and calmly breathe and breathe.

Above the forest bedroom

(From the movie "A Man Is Born")

Above the forest bedroom
Last lights.
Sleeping little bears
Average bears sleep.

Only the tiniest
Squints beady eyes.
He is as cute as you
And like you, tiny.

Lights don't glow
Above the forest bedroom.
Sleeping son of a bear.
Sleep well, my little one.

Sleep my boy!

V. Bryusov

Sleep my boy! The birds are sleeping;
The lionesses fed the cubs;
Leaning against the oaks fell asleep
There are timid roe deer in the grove;
Dozing fish under water;
A gray-haired dream rests.

Only wolves, only owls
Ready to walk at night
Prowling, looking for where to steal,
They open their beak and mouth.
Don't be afraid, here is the bed
Sleep, my boy, peacefully sweet.

Sleep like fish, birds, lions,
Like bugs in grass bushes
As in lairs, burrows, nests
Animals at rest...
The howl of wolves and the cries of owls,
Do not disturb children's dreams!

Tired toys are sleeping

Tired toys sleep, books sleep,
Blankets and pillows are waiting for the guys.
Even the fairy tale goes to sleep
For us to dream at night.
You wish her: "Bye-bye!"

In a fairy tale you can ride on the moon
And ride on a horse across the rainbow,
Befriend an elephant
And catch the fire bird's feather
Close your eyes: bye-bye!

Definitely at home at this hour
Quietly-quietly walks Sandman near us.
Everything is dark outside the window
Morning is wiser than night
Close your eyes: bye-bye

Bye-bye, all people should sleep at night.
Bye-bye, tomorrow will be a day again.
During the day we were very tired,
Let's say to everyone: "Good night!"
Close your eyes: bye-bye

Where the rosehip grew scarlet

M. Tsvetaeva

"Where the scarlet rosehip grew,
The gnomes found caps..."
Mom at little Valechka
She quietly took off her shoes.

"The sun looked through the branches,
A bee flew to the rose ... "
Mother of a little child
She quietly took off her stockings.

"The serpent did not wait a minute,
He whistled - and into the mountains soon ... "
Mom at a sleepy baby
Silk combed curls.

"Seeing a cat, chickens
They stood with the turkeys in a circle ... "
Sleepy daughter's mother
She took the doll out of her hands.

"In the evening to a little girl
Once an angel has arrived...
Mom over the dormant Valenka
The doll knitted a stocking.

The moon is shining above our roof

The moon is shining above our roof
Evening stands by the yard
Little birds and little children
It's time to sleep
Tomorrow you wake up and the sun is clear
Rise above you again

Sleep my bell dear

Sleep my baby, my chick is pretty
Bayushki-bayu-bayu
Let no sadness disturb
Your child's soul
You will not see any grief or torment
Doli will not meet dashing
Sleep my sparrow, sleep my son
Sleep my bell dear

Sleep my baby grow up in the open
The years will pass quickly
White eaglet on clear dawns
You will fly away from the nest
clear sky high sun
Will always be above you
Sleep my sparrow, sleep my son
Sleep my bell dear

Lullaby

Vvedensky Alexander

I'll start counting now:
One, two, three, four, five.
I just finished counting
Let's all sleep! sleep!
A dream walks along the roads, -
One, two, three, four, five.
He orders everyone:
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Sleep will go down the street
And a cat is facing him.
The cat moves its whiskers.
One, two, three, four, five.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
He goes to visit the dolls.
Just entered the room -
Immediately lulled the dolls
And killed the bear.
One, two, three, four, five.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
And a dream comes to you
And, yawning, he whispers:
- The trees are sleeping. The bushes are sleeping.
Hurry up and you. -
One, two, three, four, five.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
I'll count again:
One, two, three, four, five.
Sleep.

Time to sleep! the bull fell asleep

Time to sleep! the bull fell asleep
He lay down in a box on a barrel.
Sleepy bear went to bed.
Only the elephant does not want to sleep:
The elephant nods its head
He sends a bow to the elephant.

The stars are burning in the sky

The stars are burning in the sky
In the river, the streams say

The moon looks out the window to us,
Tells small children to sleep:

"Sleep, sleep, late hour,
Tomorrow brother will wake you up

Brotherly caftan in gold,
My sundress is in silver...

And in the evening the brother will fall asleep
And send me for a walk

I will send you a sweet dream
I will lull you with a quiet fairy tale,

I'll tell you a dreamy tale
How do I take care of my kids...

Sleep, sleep, it's time to sleep
Children sleep until the morning ... "

Being a mother of four children, I think I have accumulated enough experience in putting them to bed. And I must say that with no child I have ever experienced any difficulties in putting them to bed. Of course, except for the very first weeks of life. But even then I can literally count the sleepless nights on my fingers. Perhaps because I was on a strict regime from the very first days. And this applies especially to sleep time. In many ways, I confess, this was due to selfish reasons: I am an introvert, and I just physically need time to be alone with myself. And of course, you definitely need the time that you need to devote to being with your husband, otherwise, after the birth of children, that unique spiritual connection that connected you before may be lost.

Be that as it may, I put the preschool children to bed at exactly 9 pm, the schoolchildren went to bed an hour later. Of course, there were exceptions - you never know what can happen in life - but they were so rare that they can be ignored. Children from a very young age got so used to this routine that sometimes they went to bed themselves.

True, even with the set mode, it was not without a little trick. Since I myself am a passionate fan of books, I also tried to instill in children a love of books. I remember that with a small first child, I could not wait for the time when it would be possible to read aloud to him. So I decided not to wait too long and started reading children's books as I fell asleep when he was only 6 or 7 months old. It probably worked that the baby, when falling asleep, heard the rhythmic and calm mother's voice, but the children fell asleep very quickly. Sometimes, when I was too lazy to choose a book or it bored me, I even read the newspaper aloud. But that was only at first. Then, when the baby's age approached a year, I began to approach the choice of literature very carefully. Of course, it is better to start with Russian folk tales: after all, they were created in order to tell them to a child before going to bed, as a substitute for lullabies. They themselves are like lullabies - rhythmic, unhurried, they often repeat the same words and sentences that rock the baby. Then we moved on to nursery rhymes - also an excellent remedy for motion sickness. Barto, Marshak, Moshkovskaya - I relived my childhood again, reading familiar lines! Well, then came the turn of more serious literature - fairy tales, children's stories and novels.

I want to say that all my children grew up to be very readers. Well, how could it be otherwise? But even when they learned to read on their own, I did not give up this fascinating activity - reading before bed. After all, this is such an opportunity to be alone with the child, in silence, to worry about the plot together, to discuss what they read together. Now the eldest is 13 years old, but I'm not ashamed to say that I still read to him at night! But only after I read to the younger children - to each one individually. And even if it takes an extra hour of my life, the result justifies itself. Believe me, it's worth it!

Barto Agnia - Toys. Poems and songs for children
(read. Klara Rumyanova, Irina Muravyova, Alexander Lenkov, etc.)

The book includes the most famous poems of a cheerful and kind childhood friend Agnia Lvovna Barto. Several generations of children have grown up with the poems of this wonderful poetess. Ironic and playful, fervent and sad works of the writer will please the kids!

More than one generation of children in our country has grown up on the verses of the Soviet poetess Agnia Lvovna Barto. Over the years, the popularity of her books has not weakened, Barto's texts never lose their relevance, and young parents, themselves brought up on the lines of Agnia Lvovna, invariably choose these particular verses for their kids.

Dropped the bear on the floor
They cut off the bear's paw.
I won't throw it away anyway.
Because he's good.

A bull is walking, swinging,
Sighs on the go:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I will fall!

Time to sleep! The bull fell asleep
Lie down in a box on a barrel.
Sleepy bear went to bed
Only the elephant does not want to sleep.

The elephant nods its head
He sends a bow to the elephant.

The hostess threw the bunny -
A bunny was left in the rain.
Couldn't get off the bench
Wet to the skin.

I love my horse
I will comb her hair smoothly,
I stroke the ponytail with a scallop
And I'll go on horseback to visit.

Truck

No, in vain we decided
Ride a cat in a car:
The cat is not used to riding -
Overturned a truck.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanechka, don't cry:
The ball will not sink in the river.

Kid

I have a goat
I will feed him myself.
I am a goat in a green garden
I'll take it early in the morning.
He gets lost in the garden -
I will find it in the grass.

ship

Tarpaulin,
Rope in hand
I am pulling a boat
On the fast river.
And the frogs jump
Behind me,
And they ask me:
- Ride it, captain!

Time to sleep! The bull fell asleep
Lie down in a box on a barrel.
Sleepy bear went to bed
Only the elephant does not want to sleep.

The elephant nods its head
He sends a bow to the elephant.

Agniya Barto

It's time to sleep, Goby fell asleep,
Lie down in a box on a barrel,
Sleepy Bear went to bed
Eating chocolate for dinner.

Having drunk a mug of kefir,
The dolls sleep in their apartments.
They are the most tired
All outfits were tried on.

Only now the Elephant can not sleep,
There's just nowhere to go.
Where can I get such a bed
So that the Elephant can sleep on it?

We all have the same answer:
There are no beds for elephants!
If the Elephant lives with you,
We can make to order.

We measured the elephant
It turned out that the bed is needed
Much wider for him.
Than all the rooms in the apartment.

The Elephant Who Was Silent
shook his head
And he said, “Well, what is it?
We elephants always sleep standing up!

Only for little elephants
Need a crib to sleep
Or soft grass
Nicknamed "ant."

Goodbye before bed
Elephant nods his head
We thought the Elephant
It turned out - bow to us.

Drawing from the Internet.

Reviews

Valentina, congratulations on your new Claudia! Thank you for reading and responding to my nursery rhymes. For me they are more important than all other poems. Sorry for the delay in answering, from September 1st to tech. reasons there is no internet.
Here my son appeared, so I’m at least on the retz. I will answer.
With warm wishes, Galya.

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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 idiosyncratic 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

A beautiful verse is 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, behind every poetic work of those times, a 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 that has rejected the word.