Chukovsky miracle tree reading
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. "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.
WONDER TREE
Like ours at the gate
The miracle tree is growing.
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Wonderful!
Not leaves on it
Not flowers on it
And stockings and shoes,
Like apples!
Mom will go through the garden
Mom will pick from the tree
Shoes, boots.
New galoshes.
Dad will go through the garden
Dad will pluck from the tree
Mache - leggings,
Zinke - boots,
Ninke - stockings,
And for Murochka such
tiny blue
knitted shoes
And with pom poms!
Here's a tree
A wonderful tree!
Hey you guys
bare heels,
torn boots,
Dirty galoshes.
Who needs boots
Run to the miracle tree!
Bast shoes are ripe
The boots are ripe
What are you yawning
Do you not cut them off?
Rip them, you bastards!
Rip, barefoot!
You won't have to again
Flaunt in the cold
patch holes,
Bare heels!
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
CROCODILE
(Old, old fairy tale)
Part one
lived and was
Crocodile.
He walked the streets
Smoked cigarettes.
spoke Turkish,
Crocodile, Crocodile Crocodile!
And behind him the people
And sings and yells:
- Here's a freak so freak!
What a nose, what a mouth!
And where does this monster come from?
High school students behind him
Chimney sweeps behind him
And they push him.
offend him;
And some kid
Showed him shish
And some barbos
Bit him on the nose.-
Bad watchdog, ill-mannered.
Looked Crocodile
And swallowed the watchdog.
I swallowed it along with the collar.
The people got angry
And calls and yells:
- Hey, hold it,
Yes, knit it
Yes, take it to the police!
He runs into the tram
Everyone shouts: - Ai-ai-ai!
And running
somersault,
Home,
At the corners:
- Help! Save! Have mercy!
The policeman ran up:
- What's that noise? What's the howl?
How dare you walk around here
speak Turkish?
Crocodiles are not allowed to walk here.
Crocodile chuckled
And swallowed the poor man
I swallowed it with boots and a saber.
Everyone is trembling with fear.
Everyone screams in fear.
Only one
Citizen
Didn't scream
Didn't tremble
He is a fighter
Well done,
He is a hero
Remote:
He walks the streets without a nanny.
He said: - You are a villain.
You eat people
So for this my sword -
Your head off your shoulders!
And waved his toy saber.
And the Crocodile said:
- You defeated me!
Do not ruin me, Vanya Vasilchikov!
Have pity on my crocodiles!
Crocodiles splash in the Nile
Waiting for me with tears
Let me go to the kids, Vanechka,
For that I will give you a gingerbread.
Vanya Vasilchikov answered him:
- Although I feel sorry for your crocodiles,
But you, bloodthirsty bastard,
I'm going to cut it like beef.
I, glutton, have nothing to pity you:
You ate a lot of human meat.
And the crocodile said:
Everything I swallowed
I'll gladly give it back to you!
And here is alive
Policeman
Appeared instantly in front of the crowd:
Womb of the Crocodile
Didn't hurt him.
And Druzhok
In one jump
From the mouth of a crocodile
Skok!
Well, dance with joy,
Lick Vanya's cheeks.
Trumpets blew,
The guns fired!
Very happy Petrograd -
Everyone is cheering and dancing
Vanya dear kiss,
And from every yard
A loud "hooray" is heard.
The whole capital was decorated with flags.
Savior of Petrograd
From a furious bastard
Long live Vanya Vasilchikov!
And give him a reward
One hundred pounds of grapes
One hundred pounds of marmalade
One hundred pounds of chocolate
And a thousand servings of ice cream!
And a furious bastard
Down with Petrograd:
Let him go to his crocodiles!
He jumped into the airplane
Flew like a hurricane
And never looked back
And rushed with an arrow
To the native side,
On which is written: "Africa".
Jumped into the Nile
Crocodile,
Straight into the silt
Pleased
Where did his wife the Crocodile live,
His children are a wet nurse.
Part two
The sad wife says to him:
- I suffered alone with the kids:
That Kokoshenka Lelyoshenka strikes,
That Lelyoshenka knocks Kokoshenka.
And Totoshenka played a trick today:
I drank a whole bottle of ink.
I brought him to his knees
And left him without sweets.
Kokoshenka had a strong fever all night:
He swallowed the samovar by mistake, -
Yes, thank you, our pharmacist Behemoth
I put a frog on his stomach. -
The unfortunate Crocodile was saddened
And shed a tear on her belly:
- How will we live without a samovar?
How can we drink tea without a samovar?
But then the doors opened
Animals appeared at the door:
Hyenas, boas, elephants,
And ostriches, and wild boars,
And Elephant-
dandy,
Stopudovaya merchant's wife,
And the giraffe
important count,
As tall as a telegraph, -
All friends are friends
All relatives and godfathers.
Well, hug a neighbor,
Well, kiss the neighbor:
- Give us gifts overseas!
Crocodile answers:
- I haven't forgotten anyone.
And for each of you
I've got gifts!
Lion -
halva,
Monkey -
gingerbread,
Eagle -
pastila,
Hippo -
books,
Buffalo - a fishing rod,
Ostrich - a pipe,
Elephant - candy,
And the elephant - a gun ...
Only Totoshenko,
Only Kokoshenka
Didn't give
Crocodile
Nothing.
Totosha and Kokosha are crying:
- Daddy, you're not good:
Even for a stupid Sheep
Do you have candies.
We are not strangers to you
We are your children,
So why, why
Did you bring us anything?
Smiled, laughed Crocodile:
- No, pranksters, I have not forgotten you:
Here is a fragrant, green Christmas tree,
Brought from far from Russia,
All wonderfully hung with toys,
Gilded nuts, crackers.
We'll light the candles on the Christmas tree.
We will sing songs to the Christmas tree:
"You served the human children.
Serve us now, and us, and us!"
As the elephants heard about the Christmas tree,
Jaguars, baboons, wild boars,
Immediately by the hand
With joy they took
And around the Christmas trees
We squatted down.
It doesn't matter that, having danced, Behemoth
He threw a chest of drawers on the Crocodile,
And with a run, the steep-horned Rhinoceros
Horn, horn caught on the threshold.
Oh, how fun, how fun Jackal
Played the dance guitar!
Even the butterflies rested on their sides,
Trepaka danced with mosquitoes.
Dancing siskins and bunnies in the forests,
Crayfish are dancing, perches are dancing in the seas,
Worms and spiders are dancing in the field,
Ladybugs and bugs are dancing.
Suddenly the drums beat
Monkeys came running
- Tram-there-there! Tram-there-there!
Hippopotamus is coming to us.
- To us -
Hippopotamus?!
Myself -
Hippopotamus?!
- There -
Hippopotamus?!*
Oh, what a growl has risen,
Shrieking, and bleating, and mooing:
- Is it a joke, because the Hippo himself
Complain here deign to us!
The crocodile ran away
She combed both Kokosha and Totosha.
And the excited, trembling Crocodile
I swallowed the napkin in excitement.
*Some people think that Hippo
and Behemoth are one and the same. This is not true.
Behemoth is a pharmacist, and Hippo is a king.
And the giraffe
Although the Count
He perched on the closet.
And from there
Camel
All the dishes were spilled!
And the snakes
Lackeys
Put on the livery
Rustling down the alley
Hurry as soon as possible
Meet the young king!
And a crocodile on the doorstep
Kisses the guest's feet:
- Tell me, lord, which star
Showed you the way here?
And the king said to him: “Monkeys were brought to me yesterday.
That you traveled to distant lands,
Where toys grow on trees
And cheesecakes fall from the sky,
So I came here to hear about wonderful toys
And heavenly cheesecakes to eat.
And the Crocodile says:
- Please, Your Majesty!
Kokosha, put the samovar on!
Totosha, turn on the electricity!
And Hippo says:
- O Crocodile, tell us
What did you see in a foreign land,
And I'll take a nap.
And the sad Crocodile got up
And slowly spoke:
Find out dear friends
My soul is shaken
I saw so much grief there
That even you, Hippo,
And then he would howl like a puppy,
Whenever I could see him.
There are our brothers, as in hell -
In the Zoological Garden.
Oh, this garden, terrible garden!
I would be glad to forget him.
There, under the whips of the watchmen
Many animals suffer
They groan and call
And heavy chains gnaw,
But they can't get out here
Never from cramped cages.
There is an elephant - fun for children,
Silly kids toy.
There's a little human
Deer pulling antlers
And the buffalo tickles the nose,
Like a buffalo is a dog.
Do you remember, lived between us
One funny crocodile...
He is my nephew. I him
He loved like his own son.
He was a prankster and a dancer,
And the mischievous, and the laugher,
And now there in front of me
Exhausted, half dead
In a dirty tub he lay
And, dying, he said to me:
"I do not curse the executioners,
Neither their chains nor their scourges
But you, traitors friends,
Damn I send.
You are so powerful, so strong
Boas, buffaloes, elephants,
We are every day and every hour
From our prisons they called you
And they waited, believed that here
Liberation will come
What are you going to get here?
To destroy forever
Human, evil cities,
Where are your brothers and sons
Doomed to live in captivity!"
Said and died.
I stood
And swore terrible oaths
Villains people to take revenge
And release all the animals.
Get up, sleepy beast!
Leave your lair!
Plunge into the cruel enemy
Fangs and claws and horns!
There is one among the people -
Stronger than all heroes!
He is terribly formidable, terribly fierce,
His name is Vasilchikov.
And I'm behind his head
Wouldn't regret anything!
Beasts bristled and, grinning, shouting:
- So lead us with you to the damned Zoo,
Where in captivity our brothers are sitting behind bars!
We will break the bars, we will break the shackles,
And we will save our unfortunate brothers from captivity.
And we gore the villains, we bite, we gnaw!
Through swamps and sands
Animal regiments are coming,
Their leader is ahead
Crossing your arms over your chest.
They go to Petrograd
They want to eat him
And all the people
And all the children
They will eat without mercy.
O poor, poor Petrograd!
Part three
Dear Lyalechka girl!
She walked with the doll
And on Tavricheskaya street
Suddenly I saw an elephant.
God, what a monster!
Lyalya runs and screams.
Look, in front of her from under the bridge
Keith stuck his head out.
Lyalechka cries and backs away,
Lyalechka calls her mother ...
And in the gateway on the bench
A scary hippopotamus sits.
Snakes, jackals and buffaloes
Everywhere hiss and growl.
Poor, poor Lyalechka!
Run without looking back!
Lyalechka climbs a tree,
She pressed the doll to her chest.
Poor, poor Lyalechka!
What is it ahead?
Ugly scarecrow monster
Bares fanged mouth,
Stretches, reaches for Lyalechka,
Lyalechka wants to steal.
Lyalechka jumped from a tree,
The monster jumped towards her.
Grabbed poor Lyalechka
And quickly ran away.
And on Tavricheskaya street
Mommy Lyalechka is waiting for:
- Where is my dear Lyalechka?
Why doesn't she go?
Wild Gorilla
Lyalya dragged away
And down the sidewalk
She ran up.
Higher, higher, higher
Here she is on the roof.
On the seventh floor
Jumps like a ball.
Fluttered up the pipe
Soot scooped up
I smeared Lyalya,
Sat on the ledge.
Sat down, dozed off
Lyalya shook
And with a terrible cry
Rushed down.
Close the windows, close the doors
Get under the bed quickly
Because evil, furious beasts
They want to tear you apart!
Who, trembling with fear, hid in a closet,
Who is in the doghouse, who is in the attic ...
Dad buried in an old suitcase
Uncle under the sofa, aunt in the chest.
Where can one find such
The bogatyr is removed,
What will beat the crocodile horde?
Who from the fierce claws
Angry Beasts
Will he rescue our poor Lyalechka?
Where are you, darlings,
Well done brave men?
Why are you hiding like cowards?
Come out soon
Chase away the animals
Protect the unfortunate Lyalechka!
Everyone sits and is silent,
And, like hares, they tremble,
And they won't stick their noses out into the street!
Only one citizen
Does not run, does not tremble -
This is the valiant Vanya Vasilchikov.
He is neither lions nor elephants,
No dashing boars
Not afraid, of course, not a bit!
They growl, they scream
They want to destroy him
But Vanya boldly goes to them
And he gets a pistol.
Bang-bang! - and the furious Jackal
Faster than the deer galloped off.
Bang-bang! - and the Buffalo ran away.
Behind him is a frightened Rhinoceros.
Bang-bang! - and the Hippo himself
Runs after them.
And soon the wild horde
Disappeared without a trace.
And Vanya is happy, what is in front of him
Enemies dissipated like smoke.
He is a winner! He is a hero!
He again saved his native land.
And again from every yard
"Hurrah" comes to him.
And again cheerful Petrograd
He brings chocolate.
But where is Lala? Lyali no!
The girl was gone!
What if the greedy Crocodile
Was she grabbed and swallowed?
Vanya rushed after the evil beasts:
- Animals, give me Lyalya back! -
Furiously animals sparkle with their eyes,
They don't want to give up Lyalya.
How dare you, - cried the Tigress,
Come to us for your sister,
If my dear sister
It languishes in a cage with you, with people!
No, you break these nasty cells
Where for the amusement of two-legged guys
Our native furry children,
Like in a prison, they are sitting behind bars!
Iron doors in every menagerie
You open for the captive animals,
So that unfortunate animals from there
We could get out soon!
If our beloved guys
They will return to our family,
If tiger cubs return from captivity,
Lion cubs with cubs and cubs -
We will give you your Lyalya.
But here from every yard
The children ran to Vanya:
Lead us, Vanya, to the enemy.
We are not afraid of his horns!
And the fight broke out! War! War!
And now Lyalya is saved.
And Vanyusha exclaimed:
- Rejoice, animals!
to your people
I give freedom.
I give you freedom!
I will break the cells
I will break the chains.
iron bars
I'll break it forever!
Live in Petrograd
In comfort and coolness.
But only, for God's sake,
Don't eat anyone
No bird, no kitten
Not a small child
Not Lyalechka's mother,
Not my dad!
May your food be
Only tea, but curdled milk,
yes buckwheat porridge
And nothing more.
Walk the boulevards
Through shops and bazaars,
Walk where you want
Nobody bother you!
Live with us
And be friends
Pretty we fought
And shed blood!
We will break the guns
We'll bury the bullets
And you cut yourself
Hooves and horns!
bulls and rhinos,
Elephants and octopuses
Hug each other
Let's go dancing!
And then grace came:
Someone else to kick and butt.
Feel free to meet the Rhino -
He will give way to the insect.
Polite and meek now Rhino:
Where is his old scary horn?
There is a Tigress walking along the boulevard
Lyalya is not a bit afraid of her:
What is there to be afraid of when the animals
Now there are no horns or claws!
Vanya sits on a Panther
And, triumphant, it rushes along the street.
Or he will take and saddle the Eagle
And flies in the sky like an arrow.
The animals love Vanyusha so tenderly,
Animals pamper him and doves.
Vanyusha's wolves bake pies,
The rabbits clean his boots.
In the evenings quick-eyed Chamois
Vanya and Lyalya are read by Jules Verne,
And at night the young Behemoth
She sings lullabies to them.
Children crowded around the Bear
Mishka gives each candy.
There, look, along the Neva along the river
The Wolf and the Lamb are sailing in a canoe.
Happy people, and animals, and reptiles,
Camels are happy, and buffaloes are happy.
Today he came to visit me -
Who would you think? - Crocodile himself.
I sat the old man on the couch
I gave him a glass of sweet tea.
Suddenly suddenly Vanya ran in
And, like a native, he kissed him.
Here come the holidays! glorious tree
Will be today at the gray wolf.
There will be many happy guests there.
Let's go, children, there quickly!
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
Poor Fedotka is an orphan.
The unfortunate Fedotka is crying:
He has no one
Who would take pity on him.
Only mom, yes uncle, yes aunt,
Just dad and grandma and grandpa.
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
My phone rang.
- Who's talking?
- Elephant.
- Where?
- From a camel.
- What do you need?
- Chocolate.
- For whom?
- For my son.
- How much to send?
- Yes, five pounds that way
Or six:
He won't eat anymore
He's still small!
And then called
Crocodile
And with tears he asked:
- My dear, good,
Send me galoshes
And me, and my wife, and Totosha.
Wait, don't you
Last week
I sent two pairs
Excellent galoshes?
- Oh, those that you sent
Last week,
We have already eaten
And we wait, we can't wait
When will you send again
For our dinner
a dozen
New and sweet galoshes!
And then the bunnies called:
Can you send gloves?
And then the monkeys called:
- Send, please, books!
And then the bear called
Yes, as he began, as he began to roar.
Wait, bear, don't cry
Explain what you want?
But he's only "mu" yes "mu"
And why, why -
I don't understand!
Please hang up the phone!
And then the herons called:
- Send, please, drops:
We have eaten frogs today,
And our stomachs hurt!
And such rubbish
All day:
Ding-dee laziness
Ding-dee laziness
Ding-dee laziness!
The seal will call, then the deer.
And recently two gazelles
They called and sang:
- Really
Indeed
All burned out
Carousels?
Ah, are you wise, gazelles?
The carousels didn't burn down
And the swing survived!
You would, gazelles, not clamor,
And next week
Would jump and sit
On the swings!
But they did not listen to the gazelles
And still roared:
- Really
Indeed
All swings
Got burned?
What stupid gazelles!
And yesterday morning
Kangaroo:
- Isn't this an apartment?
Moidodyr? -
I got angry, but how to scream:
- No! This is a different apartment!
- Where is Moidodyr?
- I can't tell you...
Call the number
One hundred twenty five.
I didn't sleep for three nights
I'm tired.
I would like to sleep
Relax...
But as soon as I lay down -
Call!
- Who's talking?
- Rhino.
- What's happened?
- Trouble! Trouble!
Run here quickly!
- What's the matter?
- Save!
- Whom?
- Behemoth!
Our hippo fell into the swamp...
- Fell into the swamp?
- Yes!
And neither here nor there!
Oh if you don't come -
He will drown, drown in the swamp,
Dies, disappears
Hippopotamus!!!
OK! I'm running! I'm running!
If I can, I will help!
Oh, it's not an easy job -
Drag a hippopotamus out of the swamp!
Children's fairy tales
TOPTYGIN AND THE FOX
"Why are you crying
Are you stupid Bear?
"How can I, Bear,
Don't cry, don't cry?
Poor me, unfortunate
Orphan,
I was born
No tail.
Even the curly ones
With stupid dogs
Cheerful behind the back
Tails stick out.
Even mischievous
tattered cats
Up lift up
Ragged tails.
Only me, unfortunate
Orphan,
I walk in the forest
No tail.
Doctor, good doctor
You have pity on me
Ponytail hurry up
Sew on the poor!"
Laughed kind
Dr. Aibolit.
Silly Bear
Doctor says:
"Okay, okay, honey, I'm ready.
I have as many tails as you want.
There are goats, there are horses,
There are donkey, long-long.
I will serve you, orphan:
At least I'll tie four tails ... "
Mishka began to try on tails,
Mishka began to walk in front of the mirror:
Now cat, then dog applies
Yes, he looks at Lisonka from the side.
And the Fox laughs:
"You are very simple!
Not like you, Mishenka, you need a tail! ..
You better take a peacock:
It is gold, green and blue.
That's it, Misha, you'll be good,
If you take a peacock's tail!"
And the clubfoot is glad:
"This outfit is so outfit!
How can I go like a peacock
Over mountains and valleys
So the animal people will gasp:
Well, what a handsome man!
And bears, bears in the forest,
When they see my beauty
They will get sick, poor fellows, from envy!
But looking with a smile
On the bear Aibolit:
"And where are you in the peacocks!
You take a goat!"
"I don't want tails
From sheep and cats!
Give me a peacock
Gold, green, blue,
So that I walk through the forest,
Flaunting beauty!"
And over the mountains, over the valleys
The bear walks like a peacock
And shines behind him
Golden-gold,
Painted,
Blue-blue
Peacock
Tail.
A fox, a fox
And bustles, and fusses,
Mishenka walks around,
He strokes his feathers:
"How good are you?
So you swim like a peacock!
I didn't recognize you
I took it for a peacock.
Oh what a beauty
At the peacock's tail!"
But here the hunters walked through the swamp
And Mishenkin's tail was seen in the distance.
"Look, where does this come from?
Does gold glitter in the swamp?"
We galloped but skipping bumps
And they saw a stupid Mishka.
Bear sits in front of a puddle,
As if in a mirror, looking into a puddle,
Everything with its tail, stupid, admires,
In front of Lisonka, stupid, flaunts
And does not see, does not hear the hunters,
That run through the swamp with dogs.
So they took the poor
With bare hands,
Taken and tied
Sashes.
A Fox
having fun
having fun
Fox:
"Oh, you didn't walk for long,
Flaunting beauty!
Here's to you, peacock,
The men will warm their backs.
To not brag
So as not to matter!"
Ran up - grab it, grab it, -
I tried to pull out the feathers.
And she pulled out the whole tail of the poor fellow.
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
cockroach
Part one
The bears rode
By bike.
And behind them a cat
Backwards.
And behind him mosquitoes
On a balloon.
And behind them crayfish
On a lame dog.
Wolves on a mare.
Lions in the car.
Bunnies
In a tram.
Toad on a broom...
They ride and laugh
Gingerbread chews.
Suddenly from the gateway
scary giant,
Red and mustachioed
Cockroach!
Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach!
He growls and screams
And his mustache moves:
"Wait, don't rush
I'll swallow you up in no time!
I will swallow, I will swallow, I will not have mercy."
The animals trembled
They fell into a faint.
Wolves from fear
They ate each other.
poor crocodile
Toad swallowed.
And the elephant, all trembling,
So I sat down on a hedgehog.
Only crayfish bullies
Not afraid of fight-fights:
Even though they're moving backwards
But they move their mustaches
And they shout to the mustachioed giant:
"Do not scream and do not growl,
We ourselves are mustaches,
We can ourselves
Wiggle your mustache!"
And back even further backed away.
And the Hippo said
Crocodiles and whales:
"Who is not afraid of the villain
And fight the monster
I am that hero
I will give two frogs
And I'll spare the fir cone!"
"We are not afraid of him,
Your giant:
We are teeth
We are fangs
We hooves him!"
And a cheerful crowd
The animals rushed into battle.
But, seeing a mustachioed
(Ah ah ah!),
The animals gave a strekacha
(Ah ah ah!).
They ran through the forests, through the fields:
They were afraid of cockroach whiskers.
And the Hippo cried out:
"What a shame, what a shame!
Hey bulls and rhinos
Get out of the den
And the enemy
On the horns
Pick it up!"
But bulls and rhinos
Answer from the den:
"We would be the enemy
On the horns.
Only the skin is expensive
And now the horns too
not cheap"
And they sit and tremble
Under the bushes
Hiding behind swamps
Bumps.
Crocodiles in nettles
clogged up,
And elephants in the ditch
Buried.
Only heard
How teeth chatter
It's only visible
How ears tremble.
And dashing monkeys
Picked up the suitcases
And rather from all legs
Nautek.
And a shark
evaded
She just waved her tail.
And behind her cuttlefish -
So it backs off
And so it rolls.
Part two
So the cockroach became
winner
And forests and fields lord.
Beasts submitted to the mustachioed.
(For him to fail,
damn!)
And he walks between them
The gilded belly strokes:
"Bring it to me, beasts,
your kids
I have them for dinner today
I eat!"
Poor, poor animals!
Howling, crying, roaring!
In every den
And in every cave
They curse the evil glutton.
And what kind of mother
Agree to give
Your dear child
Teddy bear, wolf cub,
baby elephant -
To an unsatisfied scarecrow
poor baby
tortured!
They cry, they die
With kids forever
say goodbye.
But one morning
Jumped a kangaroo
I saw a mustache
She screamed in anger:
"Is it a giant?
(Ha ha ha!)
It's just a cockroach!
(Ha ha ha!)
cockroach, cockroach,
cockroach,
Liquid-footed
goat-bug.
And aren't you ashamed?
Are you not offended?
You are toothy
You are fanged
And the little girl
bowed down
And the goat
Subdued!"
The hippos got scared
They whispered: "What are you, what are you!
Get out of here!
No matter how bad we are!"
Only suddenly from behind a bush,
Because of the blue forest
From distant fields
Sparrow arrives.
Jump yes jump
Yes chirp chirp
Chicky ricky chirp chirp!
He took and pecked the cockroach,
There is no giant.
Serve the giant got it,
And his mustache was gone.
Something glad, something glad
The whole animal family
Praise, congratulate
Good Sparrow!
Donkeys sing his glory from the notes,
Goats sweep the road with their beard,
Rams, rams
Beating drums!
Owls-trumpeters
Trumpets!
Rooks from the watchtower
They scream!
The bats
On the roof
handkerchiefs waving
And they dance.
And the dandy elephant
So dancing famously
What a ruddy moon
trembled in the sky
And on the poor elephant
Kubarem fell.
Then there was the concern -
Dive into the swamp for the moon
And nail to heaven with nails!
Children's fairy tales
BARMALEY
Small children!
No way
Don't go to Africa
Walk in Africa!
Sharks in Africa
Gorillas in Africa
In Africa, large
Angry crocodiles
They will bite you
Beat and offend -
Don't go kids
Walk in Africa.
Rogue in Africa
Villain in Africa
Terrible in Africa
Bar-ma-lei!
He runs around Africa
And eats children -
Ugly, bad, greedy Barmaley!
And daddy and mommy
Sitting under a tree
And daddy and mommy
Children are told:
Africa is terrible
Yes Yes Yes!
Africa is dangerous
Yes Yes Yes!
Don't go to Africa
Children, never!"
But daddy and mommy fell asleep in the evening,
And Tanechka and Vanechka - run to Africa -
To Africa!
To Africa!
Walking along Africa.
Figs-dates are plucked, -
Well, Africa!
That's Africa!
Riding a rhinoceros
Ride a little -
Well, Africa!
That's Africa!
With elephants on the go
We played leapfrog -
Well, Africa!
That's Africa!
A gorilla came out to them,
The gorilla told them
The gorilla told them
She said:
"Won the shark Karakula
Opened her evil mouth.
You to the shark Karakula
Don't you want to get
Straight to the pa-ast?"
"Nam Shark Karakula
Nothing, nothing
We are the Karakul shark
Brick, brick,
We are the Karakul shark
Fist, fist!
We are the Karakul shark
Heels, heels!"
Shark scared
And drowned in fear,
Serve you, shark, serve you!
But here in the swamps is huge
A hippopotamus walks and roars,
He goes, he goes through the swamps
And roars loudly and menacingly.
And Tanya and Vanya laugh,
Behemoth's belly is tickled:
"Well, belly,
What a belly
Wonderful!"
Couldn't take that offense
Hippopotamus,
Ran for the pyramids
And roars
"Barmaley, Barmaley, Barmaley!
Come out, Barmaley, hurry up!
These nasty children, Barmaley,
Don't be sorry, Barmaley, don't be sorry!"
Tanya-Vanya trembled -
Barmaley was seen.
He goes to Africa
All Africa sings:
"I am bloodthirsty,
I'm merciless
I am an evil robber Barmaley!
And I don't need
No marmalade
No chocolate
But only small
(Yes, very small!)
Children!"
He sparkles with terrible eyes,
He knocks with terrible teeth,
He lights a terrible fire,
He shouts a terrible word:
"Karabas! Karabas!
I'll have lunch now!"
Children cry and sob
Barmaley beg:
"Dear, dear Barmaley,
Have mercy on us
Let us go quickly
To our sweet mother!
We run away from mom
We will never
And walk around Africa
Forever forget!
Dear, dear cannibal,
Have mercy on us
We'll give you candy
Tea with crackers!"
But the cannibal answered:
"No-o-o!!!"
And Tanya said to Vanya:
"Look, in an airplane
Someone is flying across the sky.
This is a doctor, this is a doctor
Good Doctor Aibolit!"
Good Doctor Aibolit
Runs up to Tanya-Van,
Hugs Tanya-Vanya
And the villain Barmaley,
Smiling, he says:
"Well, please, my dear,
My dear Barmaley,
Untie, let go
Those little kids!"
But the villain Aibolit is missing
And throws Aibolit into the fire.
And it burns and Aibolit screams:
"Ai, it hurts! Ai, it hurts! Ai, it hurts!"
And the poor children lie under the palm tree,
They look at Barmaley
And cry, and cry, and cry!
But because of the Nile
The gorilla is coming
The gorilla is coming
Crocodile leads!
Good Doctor Aibolit
Crocodile says:
"Well, please hurry.
Swallow Barmaley,
To greedy Barmaley
Wouldn't have been enough
Wouldn't swallow
Those little kids!"
turned around
smiled,
laughed
Crocodile
And a villain
Barmaleya,
Like a fly
Swallowed!
Happy, happy, happy, happy kids
She danced, played around the fire:
"You us
You are us
Saved from death
You freed us.
you are good time
saw us
Oh kind
Crocodile!"
But in the stomach of a Crocodile
Dark, and cramped, and depressing,
And in the stomach of a Crocodile
Sobbing, crying Barmaley:
"Oh, I'll be kinder
I love children!
Don't ruin me!
Spare me!
Oh, I will, I will, I will be kinder!"
The children of Barmaley took pity,
Crocodile children say:
"If he really became kinder,
Let him go back, please!
We will take Barmaley with us,
We'll take you to distant Leningrad!"
The crocodile nods its head
Opens wide mouth -
And from there, smiling, Barmaley flies,
And Barmaley's face is kinder and sweeter:
"How glad I am, how glad I am,
That I will go to Leningrad!"
Dancing, dancing Barmaley, Barmaley!
"I will, I will be kinder, yes, kinder!
I bake for children, for children
Pies and pretzels, pretzels!
I will go to the bazaars, I will go to the bazaars, I will walk!
I'll be a gift, I'll be a gift to hand out pies,
Treat children with pretzels, rolls.
And for Vanechka
And for Tanechka
I will, I will have
Mint gingerbread!
mint gingerbread,
Fragrant,
Surprisingly pleasant
Come get it
Don't pay a dime
Because Barmaley
Loves little children
Loves, loves, loves, loves,
Loves little kids!"
Texts of Chukovsky's fairy tales
FLY TSOKOTUKHA
Fly, Fly-Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!
The fly went across the field,
The fly found the money.
Fly went to the market
And bought a samovar:
"Come, cockroaches,
I'll treat you to tea!"
The cockroaches came running
All the glasses were drunk
And the insects -
Three cups
With milk
And a pretzel:
Today Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Fleas came to Mukha,
They brought her boots
And boots are not simple -
They have gold clasps.
Came to Mukha
Grandma bee,
Muhe-Tsokotuhe
Brought honey...
"Beautiful Butterfly.
Eat jam!
Or you don't like
Our meal?"
Suddenly some old man
spider
Our fly in the corner
Povolok -
Wants to kill the poor
Destroy the Tsokotukha!
"Dear guests, help!
Kill the villainous spider!
And I fed you
And I watered you
don't leave me
In my last hour!"
But worm beetles
got scared
In the corners, in the cracks
Run up:
cockroaches
under sofas,
And goats
under benches,
And the insects under the bed -
They don't want to fight!
And no one even from the spot
Won't budge:
Get lost, die
Birthday girl!
A grasshopper, a grasshopper
Well, just like a human
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
For a bush
Under the walkway
And silent!
And the villain is not joking,
He twists the arms and legs of the fly with ropes,
Sharp teeth plunge into the heart
And he drinks her blood.
The fly is screaming
tearing up
And the villain is silent
He smirks.
Suddenly from somewhere flies
little mosquito,
And in his hand it burns
Small flashlight.
"Where is the killer, where is the villain?
I'm not afraid of his claws!"
Flies to the Spider
Takes out the saber
And he is at full gallop
Cuts off his head!
Takes a fly by the hand
And leads to the window:
"I killed the villain,
I set you free
And now, soul girl,
I want to marry you!"
There are insects and goats
Crawling out from under the bench:
"Glory, glory to Komaru -
Winner!"
The fireflies came running
Lights were lit -
Something became fun
That's good!
Hey centipedes,
Run down the path
Call the musicians
Let's dance!
The musicians came running
The drums were beating.
Boom! boom! boom! boom!
The Fly is dancing with the Mosquito.
And behind her is Klop, Klop
Boots top, top!
goats with worms,
Insects with moths.
And horned beetles,
rich men,
They wave their hats
Dancing with butterflies.
Tara-ra, tara-ra,
The mosquito danced.
The people are having fun -
The fly is getting married
For dashing, daring,
Young Mosquito!
Ant, Ant!
Does not spare bast shoes, -
Jumping with Ant
And winks at the insects:
"You are insects,
You are cuties
Tara-tara-tara-tara-cockroaches!"
Boots creak
Heels knock -
There will be midges
Have fun until the morning
Today Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Chukovsky's children's poems
I had a sister
She sat by the fire
And I caught a big sturgeon in the fire.
But there was a sturgeon
cunning
And dived back into the fire.
And she was left hungry
She was left without lunch.
Haven't eaten anything for three days
She didn't have a crumb in her mouth.
Just ate, poor thing,
That fifty pigs
Yes, fifty goslings
Yes, a dozen chickens
Yes, a dozen ducks
Yes piece of cake
a little more of that haystacks,
Yes, twenty kegs
Salty mushrooms,
yes four pots
milk,
Yes, thirty bundles
baganok,
Yes, forty-four pancakes.
And she became so thin from hunger,
Why can't she enter now
To this door.
And if it enters which one,
So neither back nor forward.
Poems by root Chukovsky
FEDORIN GORE
The sieve jumps across the fields,
And a trough in the meadows.
Behind the shovel broom
Walked down the street.
Axes, axes
That's how they roll down the mountain.
The goat was scared
She widened her eyes:
"What is it? Why?
I don't understand anything."
But like a black iron leg
She ran, the poker jumped.
And the knives rushed down the street:
"Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!"
And the pan on the run
Shouted to the iron:
"I'm running, running, running,
I can't resist!"
So the kettle runs after the coffee pot,
Chattering, chattering, rattling...
Irons run grunt,
Through puddles, through puddles they jump.
And behind them saucers, saucers -
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
Rushing along the street -
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
On glasses - ding! - stumble,
And the glasses - ding! - break.
And the frying pan runs, strums, knocks:
"Where are you going? where? where? where? where? where?"
And behind her forks
Glasses and bottles
Cups and spoons
They jump along the path.
The table fell out of the window
And go, go, go, go, go...
And on it, and on it,
Like riding a horse
Samovar sits
And shouts to his comrades:
"Go away, run, save yourself!"
And into the iron pipe:
"Boo-boo-boo! Boo-boo-boo!"
And behind them along the fence
Grandma Fedor is jumping:
"Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh!
Come back home!"
But the trough answered:
"I'm angry with Fedora!"
And the poker said:
"I'm not Fedora's servant!"
A porcelain saucer
They laugh at Fedora:
"Never we, never
Let's not come back here!"
Fedora's cats are here
Tails fluffed out
They ran at full speed.
To turn the dishes back:
"Hey you stupid cymbals,
What are you jumping like squirrels?
Do you run for the gate
With yellow-mouthed sparrows?
You will fall into a ditch
You will drown in the swamp.
Don't go, wait
Come back home!"
But the plates curl, curl,
But Fedora is not given:
"We'd better get lost in the field,
Let's not go to Fedora!"
A chicken ran past
And I saw the dishes:
"Where-where! Where-where!
Where are you from and where?!"
And the dishes answered:
"It was bad for us at the woman,
She did not love us
Bila, she beat us,
Dusty, smoked,
She ruined us!"
"Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
Life hasn't been easy for you!"
"Yes," said the copper basin,
Look at us:
We are broken, beaten
We are covered in mud.
Look into the tub -
And you will see a frog there.
Look into the tub -
Cockroaches are swarming there
That's why we are from a woman
Run away like a toad
And we walk through the fields
Through swamps, through meadows,
And to the slut-zamarah
Let's not go back!"
And they ran through the forest,
We galloped over stumps and bumps.
And the poor woman is alone,
And she cries and she cries.
A woman would sit at the table,
Yes, the table went out the gate.
Baba would cook cabbage soup,
Go look for the pot!
And the cups are gone, and the glasses,
Only cockroaches remained.
Oh, woe to Fedora,
Woe!
And the dishes go on and on
He walks through the fields, through the swamps.
And the saucers cried:
"Isn't it better to go back?"
And the trough sobbed:
"Alas, I am broken, broken!"
But the dish said: "Look,
Who is that behind there?"
And they see: behind them from the dark forest
Fyodor walks and hobbles.
But a miracle happened to her:
Fedor became kinder.
Quietly follows them
And sings a quiet song:
"Oh you, my poor orphans,
Irons and frying pans are mine!
You go home, unwashed,
I will wash you with water.
I will sand you
I'll douse you with boiling water,
And you will again
Like the sun, shine
And I will bring out the filthy cockroaches,
Prussians and spiders I will raise!"
And the rock said:
"I feel sorry for Fedor."
And the cup said:
"Oh, she's a poor thing!"
And the saucers said:
"We should be back!"
And the irons said:
"We are not Fedor's enemies!"
Long, long kiss
And she caressed them
Watered, washed.
She rinsed them.
"I won't, I won't
I offend dishes.
I will, I will do the dishes
And love and respect!"
Pots laughed
The samovar winked:
"Well, Fedora, so be it,
We are glad to forgive you!"
flew,
rang
Yes, to Fedora right in the oven!
They began to fry, they began to bake, -
Fedora will have pancakes and pies!
And the broom, and the broom is fun -
Danced, played, swept,
She didn’t leave a speck of dust with Fedora.
And the saucers rejoiced:
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
And they dance and laugh
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
And on a white stool
Yes on an embroidered napkin
The samovar is standing
Like a fire is burning
And puffs, and looks at the woman:
"I forgive Fedorushka,
I serve sweet tea.
Eat, eat, Fyodor Yegorovna!"
Chukovsky's poems
Frog under the mud
He fell ill with scarlet fever.
A rook flew to him,
Speaks:
"I am a doctor!
Get into my mouth
It's all over now!"
Am! And ate.
Texts of Chukovsky's poems
Happy, happy, happy
bright birches,
And on them with joy
Roses are growing.
Happy, happy, happy
dark aspens,
And on them with joy
Growing oranges.
It wasn't rain that came from the cloud
And not hail
That fell from the cloud
Grape.
And the crows over the fields
Suddenly the nightingales began to sing.
And streams from underground
Sweet honey flowed.
Chickens have become peahens
Bald - curly.
Even the mill - and that
Danced on the bridge.
So run after me
To green meadows
Where over the blue river
A rainbow has risen.
We are on the rainbow
wake up-ra-b-repent,
Let's play in the clouds
And from there down the rainbow
On sledges, on skates!
Chukovsky fairy tales download
STOLEN SUN
The sun walked across the sky
And it ran over the cloud.
The hare looked out the window,
It got dark.
And the magpies
Beloboki
Ride across the fields
They shouted to the cranes:
"Woe! Woe! Crocodile
Swallowed the sun in the sky!"
Darkness has come.
Don't go through the gate
Who got on the street -
Got lost and lost.
Crying gray sparrow:
"Come out, sunshine, hurry up!
We are sorry without the sun -
In the field, the grain is not visible!
bunnies cry
On the lawn:
Lost, poor, astray,
They can't get home.
Only bug-eyed crayfish
They climb the earth in darkness,
Yes, in the ravine behind the mountain
The wolves howl furiously.
early early
Two rams
They knocked on the gate:
Tra-ta-ta and tra-ta-ta!
"Hey you, animals, come out,
Defeat the crocodile
To the greedy Crocodile
The sun returned to the sky!
But furry ones are afraid:
"Where are we to fight with such a thing!
He is both ugly and sharp,
He won't give us the sun!"
And they run to the Bear's lair:
"Come out, Bear, to help.
Full paw to you, loafer, suck.
Gotta go save the sun!"
But the Bear is reluctant to fight:
He walks, he walks, the Bear, the circle of the swamp,
He cries, Bear, and roars,
He calls cubs from the swamp:
"Oh, where have you fat-skinned bastards gone?
Who did you throw me, the old one, at?"
And in the swamp the Bear prowls,
Bear cubs under snags looking for:
"Where are you, where have you gone?
Or fell into a ditch?
Or crazy dogs
Have you been torn apart in the dark?"
And all day she wanders through the forest,
But he doesn't find cubs anywhere.
Only black owls from the thicket
Their eyes are on her.
Here the hare came out
And the Bear said:
"It's a shame for the old to roar -
You are not a hare, but a Bear.
You go, clubfoot,
Scratch the crocodile
Tear it apart
Take the sun out of your mouth.
And when it is again
Will shine in the sky
Your babies are furry
fat bear cubs,
They themselves will come running to the house:
And got up
Bear,
growled
Bear,
And to the Big River
ran
Bear.
And in the Big River
Crocodile
lies,
And in his teeth
Not a fire burns -
The sun is red
Sun stolen.
The Bear came quietly
Pushed him lightly.
"I'm telling you, villain,
Spit out the sun soon!
And not that, look, I'll catch,
I'll break it in half,
Will you, ignoramus, know
Steal our sun!
Look for the robber breed:
Clawed the sun from the sky
And with a full belly
Crashed under a bush
Yes, and grunts awake,
Like a well-fed sow.
The whole world disappears
And he has no grief!"
But the shameless laughs
So that the tree shakes:
"If I only want
And I'll swallow the moon!"
Didn't endure
Bear,
Zarevel
Bear,
And on the evil enemy
flew
Bear.
He already crushed him
And broke it:
"Give it here
Our sun!"
Hello golden sun!
Hello blue sky!
The birds began to chirp
Fly for insects.
steel bunnies
On the lawn
Roll and jump.
And look: bear cubs,
Like happy kittens
Straight to the furry grandfather,
Fat-footed, run:
"Hello, grandfather, we are here!"
Happy bunnies and squirrels,
Happy boys and girls
Hugs and kisses clubfoot:
"Well, thank you, grandfather, for the sun!"
Tales of Korney Chukovsky
ELEPHANT READING
The elephant had a wife
Matryona Ivanovna.
And she thought
Read a book.
But read, muttered,
She murmured, she murmured:
"Tatalata, matalata" -
Disassemble nothing!
A cheerful poem about an unusual tree on which stockings and shoes grow. Every child can rip off his shoes to taste - at least bast shoes, at least boots ...
Wonder tree read
Like our Miron,
A crow sits on the nose.
And on the tree ruffs
Build nests from noodles
The ram sat on the steamer,
And went to the garden.
In the garden, in the garden,
Chocolates grow.
And at our gates
The miracle tree is growing.
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Wonderful!
Not leaves on it
Not flowers on it
And stockings and shoes,
Like apples!
Mom will go through the garden
Mom will pick from the tree
Shoes, boots.
New galoshes.
Dad will go through the garden
Dad will pluck from the tree
Mache - leggings,
Zinke - boots,
Ninke - stockings,
And for Murochka such
tiny blue
knitted shoes
And with pom poms!
Here's a tree
A wonderful tree!
Hey you guys
bare heels,
torn boots,
Dirty galoshes.
Who needs boots
Run to the miracle tree!
Bast shoes are ripe
The boots are ripe
What are you yawning
Do you not cut them off?
Rip them, you bastards!
Rip, barefoot!
You won't have to again
Flaunt in the cold
patch holes,
Bare heels!
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Like our Miron,
A crow sits on the nose.
And on the tree ruffs
Build nests from noodles
The ram sat on the steamer,
And went to the garden.
In the garden, in the garden,
Chocolates grow.
And at our gates
The miracle tree is growing.
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Wonderful!
Not leaves on it
Not flowers on it
And stockings and shoes,
Like apples!
Mom will go through the garden
Mom will pick from the tree
Shoes, boots.
New galoshes.
Dad will go through the garden
Dad will pluck from the tree
Mache - leggings,
Zinke - boots,
Ninke - stockings,
And for Murochka such
tiny blue
knitted shoes
And with pom poms!
Here's a tree
A wonderful tree!
Hey you guys
bare heels,
torn boots,
Dirty galoshes.
Who needs boots
Run to the miracle tree!
Bast shoes are ripe
The boots are ripe
What are you yawning
Do you not cut them off?
Rip them, you bastards!
Rip, barefoot!
You won't have to again
Flaunt in the cold
patch holes,
Bare heels!
What did Moura do?
when they read the fairy tale "Wonder Tree" to her
Moura took off her shoe,
Buried in the garden
- Grow, my shoe,
Grow up, little one!
Just like my shoe
I will pour water
And the tree will grow
A wonderful tree!
There will be sandals
Jump to the miracle tree
And ruddy boots
Pluck from a miracle tree,
Sentence:
"Ah yes Murochka,
Oh, smart one!"
The history of the creation of the fairy tale "Wonder Tree"
Fairy tale poem about "Wonder Tree" Chukovsky written in 1926. Galoshes, boots, shoes, sandals grow on a magic tree. Everyone will be dressed! This is such an unusual tree!
interesting the history of writing "Wonder Tree". In fact, Korney Ivanovich wrote this tale for himself. He was a father of many children, or, as Chukovsky himself put it, "large-family". Korney had four children, two boys and two girls, and the issue of children's shoes was very acute. Every month, one of the children had to buy shoes: sometimes shoes, sometimes galoshes, sometimes boots, sometimes shoes. And somewhere in the depths of his soul, Chukovsky dreamed of such a tree, on which shoes grow instead of apples and pears. And so the fairy tale about the miracle tree was born.
Ah, if such a tree actually existed, then not only Chukovsky, but also you and I would have problems with shoes.
Interesting that Murochka (Maria) is not a fictional character, but the daughter of Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky, to whom he devoted many poems and fairy tales. So the fairy tale "The Miracle Tree" ends with a story about Chukovsky's daughter Murochka, who planted a new miracle tree.
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Summary: The ingenious, positive work of the talented Korney Chukovsky "The Miracle Tree" is familiar with its fairy-tale plot from childhood. Each person would like to see a magnificent, fantastic, fabulous tree grow in his yard, in which he lives, on which throughout all year round colorful shoes, multi-colored shoes, warm felt boots of different sizes and bright stockings bloom? Each person who passes by this fabulous tree could choose shoes, shoes, boots, stockings and put them on. It can be a sweet kind woman, a strict strong man, a sweet girl or a playful boy. How pleasant and unspeakably convenient it would be! But to the great chagrin, such miracles in reality cannot be. And in the fabulous, cheerful and positive world of Chukovsky, everything is quite real and can be. Mom, loving dad, funny children, both small and big, all dressed and shod. Even cute little shoes of pale blue color at the top with pompoms can be found and plucked from a wonderful tree for little Murochka. Suddenly, bast shoes or new galoshes were suddenly torn and trampled, and soon the cold season comes. This is not a problem or a problem at all. All you need to do is quickly run to the miracle tree and pick off the shoes that are needed and needed from the branch. Of course, any already adult person knows and understands that such fantastic magic cannot be in real life. But how sometimes we want to feel very pleasant and fun for a moment like a small child who can still believe in such incredible reincarnations and miracles. You can read the fairy tale Wonder Tree online for free on this page. You can listen to this story on audio. Record your reviews and your personal comments on our website. Your opinion is very important.
The text of the fairy tale Wonder Tree
Like our Miron,
A crow sits on the nose.
And on the tree ruffs
Build nests from noodles
The ram sat on the steamer,
And went to the garden.
In the garden, in the garden,
Chocolates grow.
And at our gates
The miracle tree is growing.
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Wonderful!
Not leaves on it
Not flowers on it
And stockings and shoes,
Like apples!
Mom will go through the garden
Mom will pick from the tree
Shoes, boots.
New galoshes.
Dad will go through the garden
Dad will pluck from the tree
Mache - leggings,
Zinke - boots,
Ninke - stockings,
And for Murochka such
tiny blue
knitted shoes
And with pom poms!
Here's a tree
A wonderful tree!
Hey you guys
bare heels,
torn boots,
Dirty galoshes.
Who needs boots
Run to the miracle tree!
Bast shoes are ripe
The boots are ripe
What are you yawning
Do you not cut them off?
Rip them, you bastards!
Rip, barefoot!
You won't have to again
Flaunt in the cold
patch holes,
Bare heels!
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