Poets for children E Blaginina. "Verses E. Blaginina." Classes with senior preschoolers (familiarization with fiction literature). Good morning

Prostokvash

Prostokvashi gave clash.
Shut off:
- I do not want to eat,
Give just porridge!

Dali instead of Prostokvashi
Cashier our clash.
- I do not want just porridge,
So - without prokovashchi!

Dali along with the procreig
Porridge clash ours.
Ate, ate claw porridge
Together with the procreel.

And root, got up,
"Thank you" said.

About flag

Put Mama
In a water bottle
Cherry rods
Escape young.

Week passes
And the month passed -
And the twig cherry
Flowers bloomed.

I night Tihonechko
Lamp lit.
And in a jar with water
Put the check box:

What if brushes
The checkbox will bloom?
Suddenly the banner will grow
For the next year?

But Mom saw
In the room light,
Came and said:
- I will not grow up! Not! -

She said: -
You, son, do not be sad!
You'd better
Hurry up to grow.

Here you will become like dad, -
Work will go
And the banner is large
In the hands will incur.

On the path - shadow,
Solar grid.
Through the tyne, through the woven
Twisted branch.

Bump
On socks to host
Branch for braids fucking
Berries got it.

Utren Sickoo
And on silk
Carefully nania
Yatina Ryubinska.

Beads bitter Nadya,
Twig, branch!
On the path - shadow,
Solar grid.

Autumn rain

Pole, rain, in the rut
The land is black.
We do not miss you
You can, sulfur, knock.
We are responsible
And do not think to miss.

And how to get bored,
If you study at school!

Fly, flew ...

Soon white blizzards
Snow swell from the ground.
Fly away, flew away
cranes flew away.
Do not hear cuckoo in the grove
And the birdhouse is empty.
Stork wings pokes -
Fit, flew away!
The sheet swings patro
In a blue pool on the water.
Goes rag with a black
In the garden, on the ridge.
Sowing, wishes
Sun rare rays.
Fly away, flew away
Fucking and gri.

Snow Mary

I cut the Snow Maiden
Put in sight
Study-girl
Under the apple tree in the garden.

Has my princess stands
Under the round tree -
Tsarevna-Kinga
Picky face.

In a brocade shower
Stands light dawn,
And large on the neck -
Play amber.

She will leave my garden
Only the sun will pay:
Breaks, melts,
With the streams consult.

But Click will call
Stubbishka is mine
Then echo from the well,
Then the voice of the stream,

Then swan floating
In the translated pond,
Then the apple tree blooming
In my native garden.

Dandelion

How cool in more often fir!
I carry flowers in an oakha ...
Belogol dandelion,
Do you feel good in the forest?

You grow on the downstream
You stand on the heat itself.
Cuckoo dug above you
Nightingale singing at the dawn.

And the wind walks fragrant,
And drops the leaves in the grass ...
Dandelion, fluffy flower,
I'm quietly sudu.

I give you a cute, you can?
And then take home.
... the wind reanged carelessly -
My dandelion was sunlined.

Look, what a blizzard
In the middle of a hot day!
And fly gunki, sparkling
On flowers, on the grass, on me ...

I run at the slope
And I sing a funny song.
ECHO WORLD AND DIFFERENCE
Repeats my song my song.
I asked Echo: - Will you silence? -
And he sacred himself and stand.
And in response to me:
"You are watching you!"
So, understands my speech.
I said:
- You will be awesome! -
And he sacred himself and stand.
And in response to me:
"OK OK!"
So, understands my speech.
I laugh - and everything rings from laughter,
I wallet - and everywhere silence ...
Sometimes I walk alone
And not boring because echo ...

Rain, rain, no rain
Do not rain, wait!
Come out, go out, sunshine,
Golden Rodyshko!

I'm on a rainbow arc
I love run -
Seven-color-colored
In the meadow we burst.

I am on a red arc
I can't look,
For orange, for yellow
I see a new arc.

This new arc
Greasing than meadows.
And for her blue,
Exactly Mine Earring.

I'm on a blue arc
I can't seemble
And for this purple
I'll take it ...

The sun village for a stack
Where are you, Rainbow arc?

Cheremukha

Cherry, cherry,
What are you standing too?
- for the holiday of Spring,
For May bloomed.

And you, the grass-game,
What are you feeling soft?
- for the holiday of Spring,
For May Day.

And you, birch trees,
What is now green?
- For the holiday, for the holiday!
For May! For spring!

Come, look!

Broom taken
And the courtyard died.
Everywhere nose broom slaughtered
But I did not lag -
From the shed to the porch
Swept without end.
Come, look,
Although I find the soaring.

Gollystone-baby

Naked baby
She sewed little
Malyshu-naked,
New dressing.
Aluu shirt,
Blue pants.
See, by pocket
From each side.
She sewed yellow hull ...
Ah yeah scoop baby
Golly!

Scientific and brother

Blaginina Elena Alexandrovna, was born 14 (27) .5.1903, in the village of Yakovlevo (now the Sverdlovsky district of the Oryol region). Father Blaginina worked as a luggage cashier at Kursk-1 station, walked in Yamsk Sloboda near Kurk, for the summer came to her grandfather, in Yakovlevo. Here Elena received the first lessons of verbost from his grandfather - a rural deacon and a teacher of the parish school, as well as from the mother - the "great bookocient with phenomenal memory." Father also loved to read, he discharged the magazines "Firefly", "travel light", "Niva" with all applications.

Childhood

The brunettes lived not rich. Sausage and candy were only for Easter and for Christmas. Ate soup yes porridge, on Sundays - Pies with Liver. And plenty of vegetables and fruits. Nevertheless, the father, the man of rare kindness, regularly satisfied the "candy holidays" for all the surrounding defensions, the children's magazines wrote on the pennies, and where Blaginine itself began to write poetry from 8 years.

Soon the family moved to the Yamsk Slobodé near Kursk. In 1913, Elena Blaginina graduated from the railway school and entered the Mariinsky gymnasium, where he studied with a big hunt and continued to write poems. To finish the gymnasium of Blaginina, it was not possible: Thunder of the war soon merged with the thunder of the revolution, the gymnasium was first merged with the real school, and after, unable to establish classes in new school, I was presented to the issue of reference and let go without exams.
Since childhood, Elena dreamed of becoming a teacher and in 1921 he entered the Kursk Pedagogical Institute. Every day, in any weather, in homemade shoes on the rope sole (time was difficult: the twenties) she went for seven kilometers from home to the institute.

However, the desire to write was stronger, and soon Elena realized that her passion for poetry was much stronger than to teach. It was passionate about the block, Akhmatova, Gumilev, Mandelshtam. In 1921, the first poem of the buggy "girl with a picture" was published in the "Start" collection. Soon, the young blusher was already a member of the Kursk Union of Poets. The poems with which she performed at the evenings was published in the collection "Golden Grain" (1921) and in the "Almana of the First" Kursk Union of Poets (1922).

Having learned that in Moscow there is a literary-art institute. Valeria Brysov (he was simply called - the Bruss Institute), Blaginina decided to do it, and in 1922 he leaves for Moscow. She entered the institute and at the same time worked in the luggage branch of the newspaper Izvestia. He studied from the city of Shengeli, the poet and Chimakhov.

Creation

After graduating from the Institute for the Creative and Editorial Publishing Cycle in 1925, Elena works in Izvestia, at the University of Radio Broadcasting, All-Union Radioomitete. To print his creations, Elena Blaginina was not possible on ideological reasons, because that they were quite serious and founded on the Christian faith and categorically did not fit into the concept of proletarian art. With this, her arrival in children's literature was connected.
Elena Alexandrovna came to children's literature at the beginning of the 1930s, stating himself as a given writer. It was then on the pages where the poets such as Marshak, Barto, Mikhalkov printed, a new name appeared - E. Blaginina. Since 1933, Blaginina becomes a permanent author, and then the editor of the magazine "Murzilka", then the journal "Cressing".

Blaginine often spoke in front of the young readers live. With the help of his works, she penetrated into their soul and created a truly charming fairy tale, where any child could leave. "The guys loved her, and her adorable poems that close and expensive children: about the wind, about the rain, about the rainbow, about the birch, about the apples, about the garden and the garden and, of course, about the children themselves, about their joy and Sorry, "recalls the literary critic E. Taratut, who was working in the library then, where the authors of Murzilki opposed small readers.

Journal publications went books. Almost simultaneously in 1936, the Poem "Sadko" and the collection "Autumn", in which Blaginina placed its lyrical beautiful poems about the Golden Weight of the Year.
Then there were many other books. A number of collections appear "That's what mom!" (1939), "Rainbow" (1948), "Soroka-Beloboka", "Poems", "Sit in silence", "Spark", "Gori-Gori clearly!", "Shoes", "Autumn will ask", "difficult Poems "," Do not bother me to work "," Alenushka "," Travik-Muravica "," Zhuravushka "," fly-flew "and others. Since 1938, E. A. Blaginina - Member of the Union of Writers of the USSR.

Labor Theme How joys with a greater psychological depth and tactics is approved by Blaginina in a number of her poems - "I will science to dress for a brother!", "Will be for the winter of firewood", "worried" and others.

In 1943, Blaginina visited Orel, liberated from the German fascist invaders, helped to revive the literary life of the ancient Russian city. It was during this period that the poems "Eagle 43rd", "Window", "was and will", the small poem "Harmoshka", dedicated to the pupil of Orlovsky Nekrasovsky children's house Parisan Mishe Kurbatov.

Books of Blaginina, who came out in the 50s and 19th ("Gori-Gori clearly!", "Ogonok", "Autumn - ask", "Alyonushka", "Do not interfere with me" and others), - Books of a mature master.

Already in the second half of the 1960s, Blughnina issued two collections of "adults" poems - "Windows in the garden" (1966), and "folding" (1973), a number of publications in periodical press, in particular, in the journal " New world"And" Banner ". All this testifies to the growing philosophical saturation and the moral sharpness of the writer's creativity.

It was from this time that the attention of publishers and critics to burglary is increasingly decreasing. She had to face the arrest of his father and her husband. She was a friend and wife of a talented poet George Nikolayevich Oboldueva (1898-1 1954), a representative of an ancient noble family, during the years stalinist repressions Survived the prison and link, and then hard-contused on the front. Under the lifetime of the city of Oboldueva, only one poem in 1929 was published. The only book of poems is "Sustainable Nexabase" - published in 1979 in Munich, prepared by the efforts of the West German Slavist Wolfgang Cossack. Roman "I love the tormentor of my whole violence" published in 1997, is devoted to the bitter literary fate of her husband, Poet George Oboldueva (1898-1954).

Blaginina supported the persecuted B. Pasternak and L. Chukovskaya. In her house, people who were able to "alone" were gathered, united by honesty and devotion to art, the ability to adequately meet sorrow and trouble.

Great about verses:

Poetry is like painting: a different work will be captivated by you more if you will consider it near, and otherwise - if you leave away.

Small chemmered poems annoy nerves more than the creaking of non-scam wheels.

The most valuable in life and in verses is something that has broken.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Among all the arts, poetry is more than others being tempted to replace their own peculiar beauty stolen sparkles.

Humboldt V.

Poems succeed, if created with sincere clarity.

Writing poems closer to worship, what is usually believed.

When you know, the poems grow out of what kind of sera, without keeping shame ... as a dandelion at the fence, like burdocks and a swan.

A. A. Akhmatova

Not in some poetry poetry: she is spilled everywhere, she is around us. Take a look at these trees, on this sky - everywhere blows beauty and life, and where beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

Many people have an essay of poems - this is a disease of the growth of the mind.

Lichtenberg

Lovely verse is similar to a bow conducted by sound fibers of our being. Nothing - our thoughts makes the poet sing inside us. I tell us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our soul our love and our grief. He is a cockpit. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

There, where graceful poems are poured, there is no place to be favored.

Murassaki Sikiba

I appeal to the Russian renovation. I think that in time we turn to white verse. Rhymes in Russian too little. One causes another. The flaper inevitably drags the stone. Because of the feeling, art looks. Who is not bored with love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

- ... good your poems, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! - Suddenly, boldly and frankly said Ivan.
- Do not write anymore! - I asked the newly imploringly.
- I promise and swear! - solemnly uttered Ivan ...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poems; Poets differ from the rest only by what they write them in words.

John Falez. "Lover of French Lieutenant"

Any poem is a bedspread, stretched at the episodes of several words. These words will glow as stars, because of them there is a poem.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok.

The poets of antiquity Unlike modern rarely created more dozens of poems during their long life. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, for each poetic product of those times, the whole universe, filled with miracles, is often dangerous for the one who carelessly wake the rear-arms lines.

Max Fry. "Cattle Dead"

One of his clumsy hippopots-poems, I attached such a paradise tail: ...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not worry, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not the 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 critics. They are only miserable in poetry pebbles. What can the critic about the depths of your soul? Do not let his vulgar feeling handles there. Let the poems seem to him with a ridiculous muming, chaotic sticks of words. For us, this is the song of freedom from a tedious reason, a nice song, sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Cryger. "Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And there are nothing more tears, as a clean poetry that rejected the word.

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Biography, the history of the life of Blaginina Elena Alexandrovna

Blaginina Elena Alexandrovna is a famous Russian poetess and translator, in good and spiritual poems of which not one young generation has grown.

early years

The native of the Oryol province (Yakovlevo village), Elena was born on May 14, 1903 in the family of the railwayman. Education began to receive in the Mariinsky gymnasium (Kursk city), under the Soviet government it has already finished his studies in high school.

From childhood, Elena dreamed of working as a teacher. For this purpose, he entered the Pedagogical Institute. Despite the long distance to educational institution (7 kilometers), the girl tried not to miss a single classes and in any weather in homemade shoes overcame a small way.

Being a student, Elena wrote his first poems that fall into the Kursk Almans of Poetry. Understanding that she will not be able to leave a writhe, Elena entered the Supreme Literary and Art Institute in Moscow, who gave her a powerful impetus to realize himself on a literary field.

Path in literature

The works for children of Elena Blaginina began to appear in the 1930s in the Children's magazine "Murzilka", and then she became a favorite of children, because her poems were closest.

The Creativity of Elena Blaginina lies Russian folklore. Her poems, songs, fairy tales, boosters, teasers, readers, patters sparkle with good humor, and the themes: the world, Mother's care about child, communication with peers, rustic nature is close to both children and adults. Love to the rhymed rows manifested itself in young years and became the defining factor in choosing life vocation. Blaginina Elena, whose photo can be seen in many collections for children of preschool and school age, first writing poems on lyrical topics.

Continued below

Her first samples of the pen are permeated with real deep feelings and read in one breath. Gradually, the desire to write intensified, because Elena has become good to recall, besides, it was published in the Almana of Kursk poets. In the future, the creativity of talented poetess was drawn to the children's generation - naive and sincerely in their attempts to study the surrounding world.

1936 was a good start for the poets: the Poem "Sadko" was written and the first book "Autumn" was published. Then the light saw the collections of "Soroka-Beloboka", "sit in silence", "That's what mom", "Spark", "Raduga".

Elena Blaginina was engaged not only by writing poetic lines. The author was also a talented translator: she could easily get acquainted to acquaint the domestic reader with creativity, Lion Kvitko, Maria Konopnitsky, Julian Tuvima. Not forgotten Bladynina Elena and about the adult audience, for which two collections of poems were released: in 1960 - "Window to the Garden", in 1973 - "Fold".

Many works of Elena Blaginina were translated into other languages, and the best included in the domestic fund of children's books.

Personal life

Elena Blaginina was married to the Russian poet George Oboldov, whose original creativity was hidden from the reader Soviet censorship. The spouse was repressed. After liberation, he had no right to live in Moscow and others major cities. About his original and bright spouse of the poetess subsequently wrote a book of memories.

Which is closely related to the world of childhood, is the famous Russian poetess and translator. In good and spiritual poems of the author, not one topic of her works was understandable to an adult man.

The Creativity of Elena Blaginina lies Russian folklore. Her poems, songs, fairy tales, boosters, teasers, countertilers, saying sparkling a good humor, and the themes: the world around the world, the care of the mother about the child, communication with the peers, rustic nature is close and children, and adults.

Blaginina Elena: brief biography

Blahinina Elena did not forget, the biography of which is a vivid example of the purposefulness and love of poetry, and about the adult audience, for which two collections of poems were issued: in 1960 - "Window to the Garden", in 1973 - "Fold".

Creative contribution to children's literature

In the personal life of Elena Bladynina was married to the Russian poet Georgy Oboldov, whose original creativity for many years hid from the reader Soviet censorship. About his original and bright spouse of the poerate subsequently wrote the book of memories.

Many works of Elena Blaginina were translated into other languages, and the best included in the domestic fund of children's books, becoming in one row with the poems of Samuel Marshak and Kornea Chukovsky.

Talented poetess, a favorite author of many children lived a long life, which put a point on April 24, 1989. Blaginina Elena, whose biography entered the history of Russian literature, buried in Moscow at Kobyakovsky cemetery next to his spouse.

Elena Alexandrovna Blaginina (1903-1989), a native of the Orlovsk village, did not immediately understand what was born in a poet. She was a subsidiary of a luggage cashier at the Kursk-I station, the granddaughter of the priest. The girl was going to become a teacher. Every day, in any weather, in homemade shoes on the rope sole, she was seven kilometers from the house in the Kursk Pedagogical Institute. But the desire to write turned out to be stronger, and then, during the years of students, the first lyrical poems of Elena Alexandrovna appeared in Almanac of Kursk poets.
Then she entered the Supreme Literary and Art Institute in Moscow, who was led by the poet Valery Bryusov.
Elena Alexandrovna came to children's literature at the beginning of the 30s. It was then on the pages of the magazine "Murzilka", where such poets, like Marshak, Barto, Mikhalkov, were printed, a new name - E. Blaginina appeared. "The guys loved her, and her poems - the adorable poems that closely and expensive children: about the wind, about the rain, about the rainbow, about birrors, about apples, about the garden and a garden and, of course, about the children themselves, about their Joy and sorrow, "- recalls the literary critic E. Taratut, who was working in the library, where the authors of Murzilki opposed small readers.
The journal publications followed the book. In 1936, the Poem "Sadko" was almost simultaneously reached and the collection "Autumn". Then there were many other books: Elena Alexandrovna lived a long life and worked constantly. She wrote poems sparkling humor, "teasers", "county", "patterings", songs, fairy tales. But most of all she has lyric poems. She worked on the translations, acquainted the guys with the poetry of Taras Shevchenko, Maria Konopnitsky, Julian Tuvim, Lev Kvitko. The best of all created by Elena Blaginina was included in the collections "Zhuravushka" (1973, 1983, 1988), "fly-flew" (1983), "Gori-Gori clear!" (1990). The latter appeared when Elena Aleksandrovna was no longer alive: she died in 1989

Elena Alexandrovna Blaginina - a man born by a poet.

Elena Alexandrovna Blaginina was born on May 27, 1903, in the Oryol village, in the family of a luggage cashier. She, being the granddaughter of the priest, dreamed of becoming a teacher to teach children of life. History remembers how this fragile girl digested himself daily and went to her thin, on the rope sole of shoes for seven kilometers to pedagogical InstituteTo learn your favorite business. And she was not afraid of her weather. She knew that sooner or later, would become the one who would want, the main thing is to have the power of will and work. However, at this time, her poetic soul released passionate, burning poems, and soon she realized that her passion for writing was much stronger than to teach. At the same time, while studying, the first poetic works of poetess appeared in constant almanac of the students.

Then she turned and went along the path of her beloved business. She acted and successfully graduated from the Supreme Literary and Art Institute in Moscow, where the leader was Valery Bryusov. Passion for teaching and writing it in children's literature. She was printed on the pages of the magazine "Murzilka" and was a colleague Marshak, Barto, Mikhalkov. Her name began to spread and soon gained sound. She always wrote about what he had loved, and that children were very valued. She painted the dreams for them, in which the warm wind fell into the steppes, causing a good rain and talking to the Rainbow.

She often performed in front of the young readers live. With the help of his works, she penetrated into their soul and created a truly charming fairy tale, where any child could leave.

After printing in magazines, individual books began to appear. In 1936, she released the collection "Autumn", which placed its lyrical beautiful poems about the Golden Weight. Next, she periodically released many other books. But they were all good and beautiful. They did not have violence and lies. They had natural beauty and admiration for this nature.

Elena Blaginina worked all his life, and therefore managed to release a lot of works and live a long life. She wrote and poems, and all sorts of humorous teases and counters. He also gave a lot of strength on the translations of famous folk writers and figures. So, she translated the work of Taras Shevchenko, Julian Tuvim, Lion Kvitko, Maria Konopnitskaya and others. Best works The poetess entered the collections "fly away - flew away", "Zhuravushka" and "Gori-Gori clearly!".

The last compilation saw the light when the writer was no longer alive. She left the world in 1989, leaving behind a huge testament from his magic, charming and strong works.

We draw your attention that in the biography of Blaginina Elena Aleksandrovna, the most highlights of life are presented. Some minor life events may be missed in this biography.

Elena Alexandrovna Blaginina (1903 - 1989) - Children's poetess, writer, translator. Her poems sparkly with humor, and her humorous "teasers", count, songs. Published poems from 1921, in 1925 he graduated from the highest literary and art institute. V. Ya. Brysov in Moscow. Blaginina could not print his serious, based on the Christian faith, and dedicated her life to children's poetry, worked in the journals "Cressyman" and "Murzilka". Her books (more than 40) have always enjoyed recognition. Her husband was the poet Georgy Oboldov, whose heritage she kept.

Mom sleeps, she is tired ...

Mom sleeps, she is tired ...
Well, I did not play!
I do not start a wolf,
And sat down and sit.

My toys do not noise,
Quiet in the room is empty.
And on my mother's pillow
The ray is mounted gold.

And I said the beam:
- I want to move too!
I would like much:
Loud read and roll the ball
I would have sang a song
I would wake up
Yes, I want a little!
But mom is sleeping, and I am silent.

The ray darted along the wall,
And then slid to me.
"Nothing," he whispered as if, "
Sit and in silence! ..

Good morning!

Together with the sun get up
Together with birds I sing:
- Good morning!
- With a clear day!
That's how nice we sing!

Worked out

Sun yellow jamb
Love on the shop
I'm barefoot today
Run on herbal.
I saw how rising
Sharp blades
I saw how blooming
Blue Barwinka.
I heard like a pond
Quacalian frog,
I heard like in the garden
Cried cuckoo.
I saw Gusaka
Flower beds -
He is a big worm
I worked at the publication.
I heard nightingale -
He is a good singing!
I have seen an ant
Under heavy wear.
I am such a sullet
Two hours were divided ...
... And now I want to sleep,
Well, you worried!

Locomotive

Steam locomotive, steam locomotive,
What is the gift to us?
- I brought color books.
Let the guys read!
I brought pencils,
Let the kids draw!

Our Masha

Our Masha stood early,
Dolls of all recalculated:
Two matryrs on the window,
Two Arinka on Perinka,
Two Tanya on the pillow,
And parsley in the hollow
On the oak chest!

Drummer

Drummer is strongly busy
Drumper drums:
- Ta-Ra-Ra, Ta-Ra,
For a walk, we are time for us!

I don't like to sit at home

I don't like to sit at home
I like to walk.
I love to walk, love to look
Friends to drive with you.
Love to look at the clouds,
On a sunrise;
That. Like a bang river
Wakes up a lot.
On how marstering joiner
Table, Chair Ile Stool
And paints the room painter
In any fun color.
How the janitor cleales the yard -
Creates a bunch of snow
And how dancing polishes -
Merry man.
Like in a storm, in heat or frost,
Under the wind sharp whistle
Leads heavy steam locomotive
Fearless machinist.
I don't like to sit at home
No, I do not like to sit.
I like to look at the world
On Sunny look!

Echo

I run at the slope
And I sing a funny song.
ECHO WORLD AND DIFFERENCE
Repeats my song my song.
I asked this: - Will you silence? -
And he sacred himself and stand.
And in response to me: - You are, you, you are! -
So, understands my speech.
I said: - You will be awesome!
And he sacred himself and stand.
And in response to me: - Okay, okay! -
So, understands my speech.
I laugh - and everything rings from laughter,
I wallet - and everywhere silence ...
Sometimes I walk alone
And not boring because echo ...

Bubble

Quietly whispering with a windy old birch.
He walks around the courtyard with a broom of Sergei's grandfather.
- Singer Grandfather, look,
We let bubbles!
See, in each bubble -
On raspberry dawn
On birch, by veil,
According to the serge, on the broom.
You look, look, look:
Flea bubbles -
Red, Yellow, Blue -
Choose anyone!

About a crystal shoe

Sprinkle in the corner cricket,
The door is closed on the hook.
I look at the book
About the crystal shoe.
In the palace cheerful ball
The shoe with legs fell.
Very Cinderentially
Leave a high hall.
But she went home,
Lush dress shot
And again got dressed in rag
And work began ...
It became quiet and dark
The lunar beam fell out the window.
I hear my mother's voice:
"Sleep you time for a long time!"
Silent in the corner of a cricket.
Rotated on a barrel -
I will catch up in a dream I'm a fairy tale
About the crystal shoe.

Present

Came to me a girlfriend
And we played with her.
And here is one toy
Suddenly she liked her:
Frog clockwork,
Cheerful, funny.
I'm bored without toys -
Favorite was, -
Still a girlfriend
The frog gave.

Fly, flew ...

Soon white blizzards
Snow swell from the ground.
Fly away, flew away
Cranes flew away.
Do not hear cuckoo in the grove
And the birdhouse is empty.
Stork wings pokes -
Fit, flew away!
The sheet swings patro
In a blue pool on the water.
Goes rag with a black
In the garden, on the ridge.
Sowing, wishes
Sun rare rays.
Fly away, flew away
Fucking and gri.

Fortochka

Former opened for a minute
And how funned it ...
Exactly in the captain's cabin,
The wind is rushed into my room.
Flying, plunged curtains
And silent, as if sail.
I see ocean spaces,
Bright, other people's heavens.
I know, I know - outside the window is not summer,
Fucking there with the moon.
Why the square of parquet,
Fucking, injected me under me?
And water, explosives, stuck ...
And not in a dream, but in reality
I stand on the watch at the helm,
To the shores of the unknown sailing.
Here is a siren carefully and low
I suffered my voice in height.
Where will we be tomorrow?
In San Francisco?
Il in another port?
Or let's swim without a breather
On the azure this depth?
... I woke up. Legs like ice
Hands - too. Head - on fire.
I slammed the window. And it became
All in place. I climbed into bed,
Pretty buried in the blanket
And quietly began to sail.
The sound is impaired important and extensive -
This is midnight for the stalk beats.
Our whole house - Multi-storey ship -
The ocean of silence floats ...

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Blaginina Elena Alexandrovna was born in 1903 in the Oryol province in the family of the railway worker. Children's poems began to write in the thirties, although it became printed as a poetess since 18 years old. In his verses, Blaginina more often wrote about ordinary, everyday things surrounding the child. However, she has and works in which the author turns ordinary to unusual, and a vivid example of this.

Collection of the best children's poems E. Blaginina

KITTY

I found a kitten in Sady.
He was finely thin,
He is a mini and dug.

Maybe he was broken,
Or the house they forgot,
Or himself he kued?

Day with YTPa stood rainy
Lyzhi sepi everywhere ...
So be, unhappy star
Help your misfortune!

I took it home,
Hakopamil ...
Skopo became my kitten
Ploying!
Should go like a batch,
Tail - Thy ...
Why good!

RAINBOW

Rain, rain, no rain
Do not rain, wait!
Come out, go out, sunshine,
Golden Rodyshko!

I'm on a rainbow arc
I love run -
Seven-color-colored
In the meadow we burst.

I am on a red arc
I can't look,
For orange, for yellow
I see a new arc.

This new arc
Greasing than meadows.
And for her blue,
Exactly Mine Earring.

I'm on a blue arc
I can't seemble
And for this purple
I'll take it ...

The sun village for a stack
Where are you, Rainbow arc?

DANDELION

How cool in more often fir!
I carry flowers in an oakha ...
Belogol dandelion,
Do you feel good in the forest?

You grow on the downstream
You stand on the heat itself.
Cuckoo dug above you
Nightingale singing at the dawn.

And the wind is walking
And drops the leaves in the grass ...
Dandelion, fluffy flower,
I'm quietly sudu.

I give you a cute, you can?
And then take home.
... the wind reanged carelessly -
My dandelion was sunlined.

Look, what a blizzard
In the middle of a hot day!
And fly gunki, sparkling
On flowers, on the grass, on me ...

About a crystal shoe

Sprinkle in the corner cricket,
The door is closed on the hook.
I look at the book
About the crystal shoe.

In the palace cheerful ball
The shoe with legs fell.
Very Cinderentially
Leave a high hall.

But she went home,
Lush dress shot
And again got dressed in rag
And work began ...

It became quiet and dark
The lunar beam fell out the window.
I hear my mother's voice:
"Sleep you time for a long time!"
Silent in the corner of a cricket.
Rotated on a barrel -
I will catch up in a dream I'm a fairy tale
About the crystal shoe.

Fortochka

Former opened for a minute
And how funned it ...
Exactly in the captain's cabin,
The wind is rushed into my room.

Flying, plunged curtains
And silent, as if sail.
I see ocean spaces,
Bright, other people's heavens.

I know, I know - outside the window is not summer,
Fucking there with the moon.
Why the square of parquet,
Fucking, injected me under me?

And water, explosives, stuck ...
And not in a dream, but in reality
I stand on the watch at the helm,
To the shores of the unknown sailing.

Here is a siren carefully and low
I suffered my voice in height.
Where will we be tomorrow?
In San Francisco?
Il in another port?
Or let's swim without a breather
On the azure this depth?
... I woke up. Legs like ice
Hands - too. Head - on fire.

I slammed the window. And it became
All in place. I climbed into bed,
Pretty buried in the blanket
And quietly began to sail.

The sound is impaired important and extensive -
This is midnight for the stalk beats.
Our whole house - Multi-storey ship -
The ocean of silence floats ...

About flag

Put Mama
In a water bottle
Cherry rods
Escape young.

Week passes
And the month passed -
And the twig cherry
Flowers bloomed.

I night Tihonechko
Lamp lit.
And in a jar with water
Put the check box:

What if brushes
The checkbox will bloom?
Suddenly the banner will grow
For the next year?

But Mom saw
In the room light,
Came and said:
- I will not grow up! Not! -
She said: -
You, son, do not be sad!
You'd better
Hurry up to grow.
Here you will become like dad, -
Work will go
And the banner is large
In the hands will incur.

Okonyek

Crouching behind the window
Frosty day.
Stands on the window
Flower-flaming.

Raspberry
Petals bloom,
As if really
There were lights.

I water him
His shore
His give
I can not!

He is very angry
Very good
Very much mamina
The fairy tale is similar!

ECHO

I run at the slope
And I sing a funny song.
ECHO WORLD AND DIFFERENCE
Repeats my song my song.

I asked Echo: - Will you silence? -
And he sacred himself and stand.
And in response to me: "You are watching you!"
So, understands my speech.

I said: - You will be awesome! -
And he sacred himself and stand.
And in response to me: "Okay, okay!"
So, understands my speech.

I laugh - and everything rings from laughter,
I wallet - and everywhere silence ...
Sometimes I walk alone
And not boring because echo ...

Fly, flew away…

Soon white blizzards
Snow swell from the ground.
Fly, flew away, flew cranes.

Do not hear cuckoo in the grove
And the birdhouse is empty.
Stork wings pokes -
Fit, flew away!

The sheet swings patro
In a blue pool on the water.
Goes rag with a black
In the garden, on the ridge.

Sowing, wishes
Sun rare rays.
Fly, flew away, flew away and gri.

That's what mom

Mom song sangs,
Dressed daughter
Dooished-noodles
White shirt.

White shirt -
Thin lines.
Mom's song pulled
Shifted daughter
On the rubber bands climbed
To each stocking.

Light stockings
On the legs of the daughter.

Mom spent a song,
Mom girl dressed:
Red dress in peas
New shoes on legs ...

That's how Mom has pleased.
To May daughter dressed up.
That's what mom is
Golden straight!

Sit in silence

Mom sleeps, she is tired ...
Well, I did not play!
I do not start a wolf,
And sat down and sit.

My toys do not noise,
Quiet in the room is empty.
And on my mother's pillow
The ray is mounted gold.

And I said the beam:
- I want to move too!
I would like much:
Loud read and roll the ball
I would have sang a song
I would wake up
Yes, I want a little!
But mom is sleeping, and I am silent.

The ray darted along the wall,
And then slid to me.
"Nothing," he whispered as if, "
Sit and in silence!

Shinel

- Why are you tires taking? -
I asked my dad. -
Why not break, do not burn? -
I asked my dad.

After all, she is a dangle, and old
Briefly better
On the back won what hole,
Briefly better!

- Because I'm her shore -
I answer me dad, -
Therefore, I do not break, burn, -
Replies me dad. -

Because I'm the road,
What's here in this coin
We went, my friend, on the enemy
And he overcame!

I can work out

I know how to shove,
Unless want.
I and the little brother
To shift.

Here they are boots.
This one - from the left leg,
This one is with the right leg.

If rain goes,
Put on the galoshes.
This - with the right leg,
This - from the left leg.

Admire
Toys!

I like mom, I do not like
In the house of disorder.
Blanket dissemination
Roveless yes smoothly.

On down pillows
I Nakinu Kreye.
Admire-ka, toys,
To work on my!

Worked out

Sun yellow jamb
Low on the bench.
I'm barefoot today
Run on herbal.

I saw how rising
Sharp blades
I saw how blooming
Blue Barwinka.

I heard like a pond
Quacalian frog,
I heard like in the garden
Cried cuckoo.

I saw Gusaka
Flower beds.
He is a big worm
I worked at the publication.

I heard nightingale -
Here is a good singing!
I have seen an ant
Under heavy wear.

I am such a sullet
Two hours were divided ...
And now I want to sleep,
Well, you cramped ...

Cheremukha

- Cherryumukha, cherry,
What are you standing too?
- for the holiday of Spring,
For May bloomed.

- And you, Grass-Muravoyka,
What are you feeling soft?
- for the holiday of Spring,
For May Day.

- And you, birch trees,
What is now green?
- For the holiday, for the holiday!
For May! For spring!

Autumn rain
Pole, rain, in the rut
The land is black.
We do not miss you
You can, sulfur, knock.

We are responsible
And do not think to miss.
And how to get bored,
If you study at school!