She dropped crying. Funny poems about Tanya

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
Hush, Tanechka, don't howl,
This is God's providence!

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
But there was anasha -
Jah will give us another ball!

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river,
the cup slammed with cocoa.
You are not whining, Tanyuha - Tao ... "/>

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
Hush, Tanechka, don't howl,
This is God's providence!

The people had a chip on the glades, and folk art began:

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
But there was anasha -
Jah will give us another ball!

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river,
the cup slammed with cocoa.
You are not whining, Tanyukha - Tao ...

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
And who was greedy: "Mine ..."?
Karma, Tanya, e-mine

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanya, - teaches Zen. -
The ball left the world captive.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river,
and now he is sailing to R'lyeh.
Sha! Haw us all

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Tanyushin's ball hit the LHC
- Oh .. Tatyana, please, shut up! -
asks the girl to headcrab

Our Tanya is crying out loud ..
- You are reflecting, which means -
you exist. And the ball
no and never was. Be silent.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
The ball carried away the river by the stream -
the circle of samsara is so cruel ...

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
Hush, Tanechka, don't whine,
he is in nirvana - the ball is yours ...

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
Cover yourself with a burqa or something -
After all, Allah has a will for everything.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
Hush, Tanechka, don't cry,
The thing in itself is now your ball.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
Hush, Tanechka, don't cry,
Your ball will hit the eidos.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
The solipsist saw it.
He doesn’t care - Tanya is not there.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
Uncle Kant shouts to her from the field:
“Jump after! Where is the will? "

***
Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
The fat carcass floats after it.
Voodoo dolls are not a toy!

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
Solomon whispered: “Worthless.
All will pass. And that too ”.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
Found the ball of Christ in myself -
Aki went dry.

***
Our Tanya is crying bitterly,
Dropped a ball into the river.
Tanya, of course, is a pity.
But Allah will send the rope

Our Tanya is crying bitterly,
Dropped a ball into the river.
Ball of defenseless Tanya
Swallowed up the evil Angro-Manyu.

Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
If you changed your race -
I could help you Amateras.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
"Here is a classic psychosis" -
Dr. House pro-voiced.

Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
God is harsh, but he is alone
the ball will be unharmed

Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
If you blow and score,
the ball will float and float ...

Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
Christ atoned for sins -
the ball is taken out of the river

Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
The ball is a commodity, an object of the market.
where is your piggy bank?

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
dropped a ball into the river.
On the other side of the river
Nietzsche howls with anguish.

***
Our Tanya is crying loudly
dropped a ball into the river.
Into the darkness to Hades through Summer
Feather Charon this toy.

Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
Podpushki now and Tanya -
Nietzsche gives us a task.

Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
Norns pull the thread of fate -
There is Valhalla ahead.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
Tolstoy advises her -
do not roar, throw the second one.

Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
She can’t leave calmly,
After all, Greenpeace is on its way.

***
Our Tanya is crying loudly
dropped a ball into the river.
The ancient world will be muddy:
not a toy palantir!
***
Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
Bunny angrily dug into the ear:
"What are you crying, you're dry!"

***
Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
The ball soared over the river -
Tanya has a lot of Powers
***

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
The ball flew into nirvana.
The spirit flew into Valhalla -
Tanya's eyes went out
***
Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river
The karmic law is strict -
He washes karma.

Our Tanya
crying out loud

Agniya Barto
Our Tanya is crying loudly
dropped a ball into the river,
hush, Tanechka, don't cry,
the ball will not sink in the river.

To the surface of the reservoir
Tanya looks up laughing.
Because they don't drown there
Eight thousand one hundred and three balls.

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
Tolstoy advises her -
do not roar, throw the second one.

Yesenin

Tanyusha was good, she was not more beautiful in the village,
Red ruffle on white sundress at the hem.
At the ravine, Tanya walks behind the fence in the evening,
And kicks the ball - he loves a strange game.

A guy came out, bowed his curly head:
"Allow me, soul-Tatiana, to kick him too?"
As pale as a shroud, as cold as dew.
Her scythe has developed like a snake-killer.

"Oh you, blue-eyed guy, no offense, I will say
I kicked him, but now I can't find him. "
"Do not be sad, my Tanyusha, it can be seen that the ball went to the bottom,
if you fall in love with me, I will immediately dive after him. "

Lermontov

The lonely ball turns white
in the mist of the river blue -
ran away from Tanya not far away,
left his native shore ...

Waves are playing - the wind is whistling
and Tanya cries and screams,
she stubbornly searches for her ball,
running after him along the shore.

Under it a stream is brighter than azure,
above it a ray of golden sun ...
And he, rebellious, asks for the storm,
as if there is peace in the storms!

Pushkin

Tatyana, dear Tatyana!
With you now I shed tears:
the river is deep and foggy,
your wonderful toy
accidentally dropped from the bridge ...
Oh, how you loved this ball!
You cry bitterly and call ...
Do not Cry! You will find your ball
he will not drown in a stormy river,
because the ball is not a stone, not a log,
he will not sink to the bottom,
its seething stream drives,
flows through the meadow, through the forest
to the dam of a nearby hydroelectric power station

Horace:

Tatiana sobs loudly, her grief is inconsolable;
Down from rosy cheeks, tears flow like a river;
She indulged in girlish games in the garden carefree -
I could not hold the mischievous ball in her thin fingers;
A frisky horse jumped out, rushed down the slope,
Sliding from the edge of the cliff, I fell into a stormy stream.
My dear virgin, do not cry, your loss can be healed;
There is a command to slaves - to bring fresh water;
Steadfast, they are brave, they are accustomed to any work -
They will boldly start swimming, and the ball will return to you.

Block:

Tatyana sobs inconsolably,
And the tear, like blood, is hot;
She had a heart wound
From the ball that fell into the river.

He sighs intermittently, then groans,
Remembering the past game.
Do not worry. Your ball won't sink -
We'll get it out tonight.



Mayakovsky:

In this world
Nothing
Not forever,
Here and now
Mother or cry:
Straight from the shore
Locked into the river
Tanya girls
Ball.
Tears are gushing
From Tanya's eyes.
Do not Cry!
Do not be
Crying maiden!
Let's go for water -
And we'll get the ball.
Left!
Left!
Left!

Krylov:

A certain girl named Tatiana,
A fair mind and a flawless body,
In the village, dragging out days,
I could not imagine leisure without a ball.
It will give in with a leg, then it will push with a hand,
And, having played with him, he does not even hear half-heartedly.
The Lord did not save, there was a hole -
The playful ball fell into the depths of the waters.
Unhappy Tatiana is crying, tears are pouring;
And the water carrier Kuzma - the one that is always half drunk -
Captoz sovlek
And the tacos of the rivers:
“Yes, full of it, young lady! This trouble is not grief.
Here I will harness Sivka, and soon
I will rush at a gallop.
My hook is sharp, my bucket is spacious -
From the river I am skillfully and nimbly
I'll get the ball. "
Moral: simple water carriers are not so simple.
Who knows a lot about water, he calms down tears.



Tatiana, Russian soul,
Without knowing why,
Was faithful to only one thing -
Him, the Ball; one big
I raved for him with love,
And he, a scoundrel, loaded with noodles
Girlish ears ... But what am I?
So I will not give food to the mind
Reader. Better right away
I will say - an insidious friend sailed away,
Probably to Turkey, an infection,
Floating and light and resilient,
It is no longer visible to the eye ...
To hell with him, Tatiana. Not a spouse.

Our Tanya calls the cat,
The cat's nose pokes into a bunch,
Because this cat
Nailed us a little.
Our Tanya torments the cat,
The cat meows plaintively.
Hush, little sissy, don't cry,
Otherwise you will catch up with the ball

Our Tanya is crying loudly.
Dropped a ball into the river.
Louder Tanechka cry -
The damn ball floats away.

Life goes over the edge
Lie down and die.
In the morning at Tatiana's at school
My head ached or something.

And she and her friend Ira
We drank a little beer.
After the fifth glass
The headmistress found them.

Tanya got angry,
And how long was
In a state of a poddat -
Then she was sent obscenely.

The headmistress started up,
In general, the fight began.
Well, somehow get drunk there,
They broke Tatyana's nose.

The point is not that the eye is blacked out -
Her heart hurts.
Tanya without warning
The guy threw on Sunday.

How not to hang yourself
In the fourth month.
Everything would be nothing
If I knew from whom.

Later Tanya went home
She carried the ball in front of her.
There were few failures.
I dropped the ball into the river.)))

Japanese version:
Tanya-chan lost her face
Crying about the ball rolling into the pond.
Pull yourself together, daughter of a samurai.

PARSNIP

The river gurgled like a stream
Severely wound:
Tanya sobbed about the ball,
Tanya sobbed.

She suffered and called
In love, passionately,
Raising the arms of their wings
Crosswise.

To all limits on Earth
Moans flew
Not hearing the voice of wise years:
The balls don't sink.

As a symbol of women in general
And parting
Tanya sobbed about the ball,
Tanya sobbed.

SIMONOV

Cry for him. And it will pop up.
Just cry very much.
Cry like a locomotive roars
As the violinist creaks
Cry when the snow is swept
Cry when it's hot
Cry when no one else is expected
Forgetting yesterday.
Cry when from distant places
Barbie will show her face
Cry when you get tired
Hear all your cry.

Cry for him and he will come up.
Do not wish well
To everyone who knows in advance
It's time to forget.
Let grandfather and mother believe
In the fact that he is not,
Unwilling to understand
Your cry
Will buy new balls
For your soul
They will say "Just shut up"
Do not rush to shut up.

Cry for him and he will come up
To spite all enemies!
Who did not cry like that, let him
Say "Lucky"
These schoolchildren are stupid
Do not understand
That with our sobs
You saved him!

"Our Tanya is crying loudly - she dropped a ball into the river ..." in the interpretation of various poets.

Mayakovsky would write like this:

In this world
Nothing
Not forever,
Here and now
Mother or cry:
Straight from the shore
Locked into the river
Tanya girls
Ball.
Tears are gushing
From Tanya's eyes.
Do not Cry!
Do not be
Crying maiden!
Let's go for water -
And we'll get the ball.
Left!
Left!
Left!

Horace:

Tatiana sobs loudly, her grief is inconsolable;
Tears flow down from rosy cheeks;
She indulged in girlish games in the garden carefree -
I could not hold the mischievous ball in her thin fingers;
A frisky horse jumped out, rushed down the slope,
Sliding from the edge of the cliff, he fell into a stormy stream.
My dear virgin, do not cry, your loss can be healed;
There is a command to slaves - to bring fresh water;
Steadfast, they are brave, they are accustomed to any work -
They will boldly start swimming, and the ball will return to you.

Block:

Tatyana sobs inconsolably,
And the tear, like blood, is hot;
She had a heart wound
From the ball that fell into the river.

He sighs intermittently, then groans,
Remembering the past game.
Do not worry. Your ball won't sink -
We'll get it out tonight.

Krylov:

A certain girl named Tatiana,
A fair mind and a flawless body,
In the village, dragging out days,
I could not imagine leisure without a ball.
It will give in with a leg, then it will push with a hand,
And, having played with him, he does not even hear half-heartedly.
The Lord did not save, there was a hole -
The playful ball fell into the depths of the waters.
Unhappy Tatiana is crying, tears are pouring;
And the water carrier Kuzma - the one that is always half drunk -
Captoz sovlek
And the tacos of the rivers:
“Yes, full of it, young lady! This trouble is not grief.
Here I will harness Sivka, and soon
I will rush at a gallop.
My hook is sharp, my bucket is spacious -
From the river I am skillfully and nimbly
I'll get the ball. "
Moral: simple water carriers are not so simple.
Who knows a lot about water, he calms down tears.

Yesenin:

Tanyusha was good, she was not more beautiful in the village,
Red ruffle on white sundress at the hem.
At the ravine, Tanya walks behind the fence in the evening,
And kicks the ball - he loves a strange game.

A guy came out, bowed his curly head:
"Let me, soul-Tatiana, kick him too?"
As pale as a shroud, as cold as dew.
Her scythe developed like a snake-viper.

“Oh you, blue-eyed guy, no offense, I’ll say
I kicked him, but now I can't find it. "
“Don't be sad, my Tanyusha, it seems that the ball has gone to the bottom,
if you love me, I will immediately dive after him. "

Lermontov:

The lonely ball turns white
in the mist of the river blue -
ran away from Tanya not far away,
left his native shore ...

Waves are playing - the wind is whistling
and Tanya cries and screams,
she stubbornly searches for her ball,
running after him along the shore.

Under it a stream is brighter than azure,
above it a ray of golden sun ...
And he, rebellious, asks for the storm,
as if there is peace in the storms!

Pushkin:

Tatyana, dear Tatyana!
With you now I shed tears:
the river is deep and foggy,
your wonderful toy
accidentally dropped from the bridge ...
Oh, how you loved this ball!
You cry bitterly and call ...
Do not Cry! You will find your ball
he will not drown in a stormy river,
because the ball is not a stone, not a log,
he will not sink to the bottom,
its seething stream drives,
flows through the meadow, through the forest
to the dam of a nearby hydroelectric power station.

Japanese version:

Tanya-chan lost her face
Crying about the ball rolling into the pond.
Pull yourself together, daughter of a samurai.

Tatiana sobs loudly, her grief is inconsolable;
Tears flow down from rosy cheeks;
She indulged in girlish games in the garden carefree -
I could not hold the mischievous ball in her thin fingers;
A frisky horse jumped out, rushed down the slope,
Sliding from the edge of the cliff, he fell into a stormy stream.
My dear virgin, do not cry, your loss can be healed;
There is a command to slaves - to bring fresh water;
Steadfast, they are brave, they are accustomed to any work -
They will boldly start swimming, and the ball will return to you.

Tatyana sobs inconsolably,
And the tear, like blood, is hot;
She had a heart wound
From the ball that fell into the river.

He sighs intermittently, then groans,
Remembering the past game.
Do not worry. Your ball won't sink -
We'll get it out tonight.

Mayakovsky:

In this world
Nothing
Not forever,
Here and now
Mother or cry:
Straight from the shore
Locked into the river
Tanya girls
Ball.
Tears are gushing
From Tanya's eyes.
Do not Cry!
Do not be
Crying maiden!
Let's go for water -
And we'll get the ball.
Left!
Left!
Left!

A certain girl named Tatiana,
A fair mind and a flawless body,
In the village, dragging out days,
I could not imagine leisure without a ball.
It will give in with a leg, then it will push with a hand,
And, having played with him, he does not even hear half-heartedly.
The Lord did not save, there was a hole -
The playful ball fell into the depths of the waters.
Unhappy Tatiana is crying, tears are pouring;
And the water carrier Kuzma - the one that is always half drunk -
Captoz sovlek
And the tacos of the rivers:
“Yes, full of it, young lady! This trouble is not grief.
Here I will harness Sivka, and soon
I will rush at a gallop.
My hook is sharp, my bucket is spacious -
From the river I am skillfully and nimbly
I'll get the ball. "
Moral: simple water carriers are not so simple.
Who knows a lot about water, he calms down tears.

Tanyusha was good, she was not more beautiful in the village,
Red ruffle on white sundress at the hem.
At the ravine, Tanya walks behind the fence in the evening,
And kicks the ball - he loves a strange game.

A guy came out, bowed his curly head:
"Allow me, soul-Tatiana, to kick him too?"
As pale as a shroud, as cold as dew.
Her scythe developed like a snake-viper.

"Oh you, blue-eyed guy, no offense, I will say
I kicked him, but now I can't find him. "
"Do not be sad, my Tanyusha, it can be seen that the ball went to the bottom,
if you fall in love with me, I will immediately dive after him. "

Lermontov:

The lonely ball turns white
in the mist of the river blue -
ran away from Tanya not far away,
left his native shore ...

Waves are playing - the wind is whistling
and Tanya cries and screams,
she stubbornly searches for her ball,
running after him along the shore.

Under it a stream is brighter than azure,
above it a ray of golden sun ...
And he, rebellious, asks for the storm,
as if there is peace in the storms!

Tatyana, dear Tatyana!
With you now I shed tears:
the river is deep and foggy,
your wonderful toy
accidentally dropped from the bridge ...
Oh, how you loved this ball!
You cry bitterly and call ...
Do not Cry! You will find your ball
he will not drown in a stormy river,
because the ball is not a stone, not a log,
he will not sink to the bottom,
its seething stream drives,
flows through the meadow, through the forest
to the dam of a nearby hydroelectric power station.

Dec 21 2014

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Our Tanya is crying loudly: How could famous poets say about this?

ANDREY KROTKOV

Horace:

Tatiana sobs loudly, her grief is inconsolable;
Tears flow down from rosy cheeks;
She indulged in girlish games in the garden carefree -
I could not hold the mischievous ball in her thin fingers;
A frisky horse jumped out, rushed down the slope,
Sliding from the edge of the cliff, he fell into a stormy stream.
My dear virgin, do not cry, your loss can be healed;
There is a command to slaves - to bring fresh water;
Steadfast, they are brave, they are accustomed to any work -
They will boldly start swimming, and the ball will return to you.

Alexander Blok:

Tatyana sobs inconsolably,
And the tear, like blood, is hot;
She had a heart wound
From the ball that fell into the river.

He sighs intermittently, then groans,
Remembering the past game.
Do not worry. Your ball won't sink -
We'll get it out tonight.

Vladimir Mayakovsky:

In this world
Nothing
Not forever,
Here and now
Mother or cry:
Straight from the shore
Locked into the river
Tanya girls
Ball.
Tears are gushing
From Tanya's eyes.
Do not Cry!
Do not be
Crying maiden!
Let's go for water -
And we'll get the ball.
Left!
Left!
Left!

Ivan Krylov:

A certain girl named Tatiana,
A fair mind and a flawless body,
In the village, dragging out days,
I could not imagine leisure without a ball.
It will give in with a leg, then it will push with a hand,
And, having played with him, he does not even hear half-heartedly.
The Lord did not save, there was a hole -
The playful ball fell into the depths of the waters.
Unhappy Tatiana is crying, tears are pouring;
And the water carrier Kuzma - the one that is always half drunk -
Captoz sovlek
And the tacos of the rivers:
“Yes, full of it, young lady! This trouble is not grief.
Here I will harness Sivka, and soon
I will rush at a gallop.
My hook is sharp, my bucket is spacious -
From the river I am skillfully and nimbly
I'll get the ball. "
Moral: simple water carriers are not so simple.
Who knows a lot about water, he calms down tears.

***
NATALIA FEDORENKO

Robert Burns:

Tanya lost the ball.
What will you take from her?
Tanya Johnny was kissing ..
Is this a lie?
Tanyusha has sadness in her heart:
You can't get the ball ..
There will be someone by the river again
Johnny kiss ..

***
ARKADY EIDMAN

Boris Pasternak:

The ball bounced along the wave
Ramming her.
On the shore, on an old tree stump
Tanya sobbed.
Drown the ball? And in a nightmare
No, I didn't want to!
And therefore on this stump
She roared ...
But the ball is not a miss and not a goof,
Will not sink.
And the parodist is good or bad -
The people will judge ...

Bulat Okudzhava:

The ball is playing in the river. Plays and frolics.
He is full of thoughts and strength, he is round and he is blush.
And there, on the shore, the girls burst into tears,
The chorus of grieving Tatyans is crying in unison ...
The ball doesn't care, it swims like a fish
Or maybe like a dolphin, or maybe like ... a ball.
He shouts to Tatyana: "Add smiles!"
But from the shore, a friendly cry rushes in response ...

***
IRINA KAMENSKAYA

Junna Moritz:

Tanyushka walked along the canal,
Tatyanka has a new ball.
Quietly the music played
On Ordynka, on Polyanka.

The ball is in the water. I didn't catch up.
Tears run down my cheeks.
Quietly the music played
On Polyanka, Ordynka.

Mom wiped away tears
Silly little Tatyanka.
Quietly the music played
On Ordynka, on Polyanka

***
ILYA TSEYTLIN

Alexander Tvardovsky:

River, far right bank,
The ball swam away from the left.
Where to find the council, right?
Who would return the ball?
After all, without the ball to the girl
On the Russian shores
It's not good to hang around
Without a toy, it's all about seams!
Tanya whimpers, gushes vodka,
Lo and behold, a fighter with a ball! Not a dream!
It was Andryusha Krotkov,
It was, of course, he!
Poetically hot
And mighty like a tram!
Tanya forgot the ball
Tanya give the lyrics!

Arseny Tarkovsky:

They were drops of combustible tears,
An almost soundless, bitter cry.
By chance, cooler
A ball rolled into the depths of the waters.
Non-healing wound ...
To the sound of water being released
I often see Tatiana
And by the river her tracks ...

Bulat Okudzhava:

In the yard where every evening
Tanya played with a ball,
A line of attendants rustled with husks,
Black Angel - Valka Perchik,
The booth ran
And they called her Baba Yaga!
And wherever I go
(Today, however, I eat more)
On business or so, take a walk.
Everything seems to me that there
Valka runs on the trail,
And he tries to take the ball away.
Let it be shabby and bald
Tired, overweight,
I will never return to the yard.
Still, brothers, it is to blame
I'm terribly bored without jokes,
So glad to joke sometimes!

***
TAIL

Afanasy Fet:

The only one rolled into the rush of the heating main
Tannin's beloved ball.
Everything was deafened by a not childish warlike
Cry.

Was this a simple goodbye?
Nobody understood Tanya.
What should the techies tear off as a punishment?
What?

The ball will not sink and the devil will not be baptized,
Go along the heating main -
The pipe will open up again soon with a hole!
Wait!

Igor Severyanin:

In a jaguar cape,
From grief violet,
Tatiana is crying morevo,
Ah, Tanya, don't cry!
Our friend is a rubber ball
Doesn't see this grief,
It’s empty inside,
And the river is not an executioner.

***
PROTEIN (guest from Hohmodrom)

Sergey Yesenin:

Tanyusha was good, she was not more beautiful in the village,
Red ruffle on white sundress at the hem.
At the ravine, Tanya walks behind the fence in the evening,
And kicks the ball - he loves a strange game.

A guy came out, bowed his curly head:
"Allow me, soul-Tatiana, to kick him too?"
As pale as a shroud, as cold as dew.
Her scythe developed like a snake-viper.

"Oh you, blue-eyed guy, no offense, I will say
I kicked him and now I can't find him. "
"Do not be sad, my Tanyusha, it can be seen that the ball went to the bottom,
If you love me, I will immediately dive after him. "

Alexander Pushkin:

Tatyana, dear Tatyana!
With you now I shed tears:
The river is deep and foggy,
Your wonderful toy
I accidentally dropped it from the bridge ...
Oh, how you loved this ball!
You cry bitterly and call ...
Do not Cry! You will find your ball
He will not drown in a stormy river,
After all, the ball is not a stone, not a log,
He will not sink to the bottom,
His seething stream drives
Flows through the meadow, through the forest
To the dam of a nearby hydroelectric power station.

Mikhail Lermontov:

The lonely ball turns white
In the fog of the blue river -
I ran away from Tanya not far away,
He left his native shore ...

Waves are playing - the wind is whistling
And Tanya cries and screams,
She stubbornly searches for her ball,
Runs after him along the shore.

Under it a stream is brighter than azure,
Above him a ray of golden sun ...
And he, rebellious, asks for the storm,
As if there is peace in the storms!

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Nikolay Nekrasov:

Tanya cried as she dropped the ball,
She sobbed bitterly, drooping without strength,

I washed my cheeks with a burning tear.
Ball on a slope by a playful greyhound

I rolled into the river, and the river grumbles,
Turns the toy, does not want to go back

Give the ball to the cute rezvushka.
To be in trouble. Yes mother consoled

Poor Tanya: “Well, there’s a lot of shouting!
It is necessary to swing Arinushka in a shaky,

We need to pull carrots in the garden,
Stop prancing free

Throwing the ball, splash in your hands! "
Women, rinsing linen on the river,

They saw the ball floating on the waves
And they stopped rinsing involuntarily.

Look, the toy is not sinking empty!
- Look how it floats. It is unlikely to stick here,

Does the current hit the ferry.
- I have to tell the carrier Pro,

Suddenly he will catch ... Oh, women, it's time!
I hear - Redhead hums at the yard!

So Tanyushin laughing day
A gloomy shadow hid the loss.

Tannins full of life Lanita
Sadly faded, covered with tears,

The young soul was burned with sorrow.
The ball swam away, which means that childhood is over.