Educational area"Speech Development"

Methodical association of teachers of preschool educational institutions.

OOD "Introduction to fiction"

Topic: “Memorizing a poem

P. Voronko “There is no better native land”

Educational tasks:

Help children memorize a poetic text, read it expressively using a mnemonic table.

Clarify and consolidate ideas about the Motherland, native land.

To consolidate the concept of "migratory birds"

Development tasks:

To develop auditory attention, intonational expressiveness of speech, fine motor skills of hands, memory.

Activate the children's vocabulary on the topic "Birds".

Educational tasks:

To cultivate love for the native land, a sense of pride in our country.

Integrated educational areas: « cognitive development”, “Physical development”, “Social and communicative development”, “Artistic and aesthetic development”.

Material for the lesson: a crane toy, a portrait of the poet Platon Voronko, a sheet of paper, colored pencils for each child, a mnemonic table.

Preliminary work:

Acquaintance of children with a crane (a teacher's story that in the old days the crane was affectionately called "zhura"; showing pictures of a crane; conversation)

Conversation with children on the topic "My native land"

OOD progress:

1. INTRODUCTION

Educator: What did you hear? Whose voices were heard?

Children: Bird.

Educator: What mood did the birdsong evoke in you?

Children: Sad.

Educator: Why?

Children: Because they scream loudly, anxiously.

Educator: Why do you think they scream in alarm and when do they scream like that?

Children: In the fall, when they are preparing to fly away.

Educator: Look closely at the picture and name the birds you see.

Children: Rooks, herons, swan, nightingale, crane

Educator: What kind do they belong to?

Children: Migratory.

Educator: Why are they called migratory?

Children: Because they fly south in autumn.

Educator: And why do they fly away from us in the fall?

Children: Because it's getting cold: water bodies freeze, the ground is covered with snow, all insects hide and the birds have nothing to eat. Only those birds that feed on insects fly south.

Educator: What are the benefits of birds?

Children: They delight us with their singing, protect trees from harmful insects.

Educator: I suggest you remember "Who sings like?"

Didactic game"Who sings?"

cuckoo - cuckoo,

swallow - chirping,

crane - cooing,

goose - cackle,

duck - quacks,

sparrow - chirping

dove - cooing

crow - croaks

(Knock on the door)

caregiver: Guys, did you hear that someone knocked? Now let's open the door and see who's there.

The teacher comes to the door, picks up the crane toy and goes back into the group room.

Main part.

caregiver: Do you know? Who is it?

Children: Crane

caregiver: That's right, crane. Say hello to him.

Children: Hello!

Crane: Hello guys! I am a crane, and now in autumn, when the cold began, I leave my native land and head south, to a foreign country, where there is a completely different vegetation and animal world, different climate. And I flew to you to rest, because I got tired on the way.

Tell me, do you have your own Motherland, your native land?

Crane: What is the name of your country?

Children: Russia.

Crane: What is the name of your small homeland, your native land?

Children: Silver Ponds.

Crane: What is the name of the people living in your village.

Children: Serebryanoprudtsy.

Educator. Guys, let's remember the proverbs about the Motherland.

• Who is a mountain for the Motherland is a true hero.
  . Everyone has their own side.
  . If friendship is great, the Motherland will be strong.
  . To live - to serve the motherland.
  . For your Motherland, do not spare either strength or life.
  . Motherland, know how to stand up for her.
  . A man without a homeland is like a nightingale without a song.
  . Beloved homeland is like a dear mother

caregiver Crane, where is your native land?

Crane: Guys, my native land is in Russia. I love my native land very much. And I am sad to leave my homeland. Guys, do you know how cranes fly away?

Fizminutka

"The Cranes Fly"

The cranes are flying away

Far beyond the ends of the earth (They run in a circle, gently waving their arms.)

For fields and meadows

For high stacks. (Jump from foot to foot)

In a bright gold dress

Autumn wanders over the stream. (They walk one after the other in a circle in the opposite direction.)

Leaves fly in the wind

They want to catch up with the cranes. (Stop, tilt left and right.)

The cranes are flying away

Far to the ends of the earth. (Cross arms above head several times.)

caregiver: Many songs and poems have been written about love for the native land. One of the poems was written by the Ukrainian poet Platon Voronko. (draws attention to the portrait of the writer) It is called "There is no better native land." Listen to him.

caregiver reads a poem"Better there is no native land."

Zhura-zhura-crane!

He flew over a hundred lands.

Flew around, went around

Wings, legs worked hard.

We asked the crane:

Where is the best land?

He answered, flying:

There is no better native land!

Small pause (for 10 - 15 seconds).

caregiver Q: What is the name of the poem?

Children: There is no better homeland.

caregiver Q: Who wrote this poem?

Children: Plato Voronko.

Children: Zhura-zhura-crane.

caregiver: How many lands did the crane fly around?

Children: He flew over a hundred lands.

caregiver: What did the crane do, and what did he work hard for?

Children: He flew around, went around, Wings, worked his legs.

caregiver: What did we ask the crane?

Children: We asked the crane: - Where is the best land?

caregiver: What did he answer, flying?

Children: He answered, flying: “There is no better native land!”

Educator: With what mood does a crane leave its native land?

Children: sad, sad.

Educator: why?

caregiver: Do all poems need to be read with the same intonation?

Children: No.

caregiver: Not all poems need to be read with the same intonation. Where should the voice be changed?

Children: - When the crane is asked questions

Educator: Say emphatically the question “Where is the best land?”

Two children speak.

caregiver: Correctly. But how should one read the response of a crane?

Children: - proudly

With dignity

Joyfully.

Educator: That's right, the last phrase of the crane in the poem should be read with dignity, joy, loudly, because the crane is proud that he has such a wonderful, magnificent native land! Please read these lines expressively.

Two children read: He answered, flying: “There is no better native land!”

Educator: Today we will memorize this poem, and we will tell it using a table. Look carefully and say: are the pictures arranged in the correct sequence?

caregiver: Now listen to the poem again, after which you will arrange the drawings in correct sequence and read it by heart.

The teacher re-reads the poem expressively.

On the instructions of the teacher, the children arrange the pictures in the correct sequence.

Crane invites the children to read the poem.

Children read a poem using a mnemonic table.

Final part.

caregiver: Well done boys! Remember the poem well.

caregiver: I propose to draw a picture on the theme "My native land." Let's draw?

caregiver: We take all the pieces of paper, pencils and color the contour drawings.

Independent work of children. In the process of drawing, the crane walks between the rows, approves of the work. Children hang pictures on the board, make up a single picture. The crane thanks them.

caregiver: After the lesson, we will tell the crane about our native land. After that, he will continue his journey to distant warm lands.

caregiver: From the conversation, I realized that you love your native land. What do you think should be done so that our native land will continue to remain as beautiful and only get prettier from year to year?

Children: Love your city, take care of it, do not litter, do not break, improve it, plant flowers, trees.

Summary of the lesson.

Crane thanks the children and asks:

What did you learn new today?

What was interesting?

What was difficult?

What would you like to do after class?

(Platon Voronko)

Zhura-zhura-crane!
He flew over a hundred lands.
Flew, circled
Wings, legs worked hard.

We asked the crane:
Where is the best land? —
He answered, flying:
- There is no better native land!

BOY HELP
(Plato Voronko)

On the ground from end to end

The boy walks Help.

Where people plant a garden
There he plants a row.

Scooped up a bucket of water
Took and watered two ridges

On the oak collective farm bees
Help found in the forest.

He covered them and went to the collective farm
He brought a whole swarm in a bag.

Diggers dig a pond
He shares the labor with them:

Carries dug sand -
Already groans his wagon.

Helped everyone and everyone
Help in any way you can:

joiner and blacksmith,
Brother, mother, father.

What a glorious land this is
Where our help grows!

IT'S TIME TO POW
(Platon Voronko)

Spring day.
It's time to plow.
We went out into the tractor field,
They walk hunchbacked over the hills,
They are led by my father and brother.
I hurry after them
Please give me a ride.
And my father answers me:
- The tractor plows, does not roll.
Wait a minute, you're growing up
You will lead the same!

GREEN CITY
(Platon Voronko)

We will plant lindens and maples.
The city will be elegant, green.

We will plant poplars in rows.
Our squares will become gardens.

We will surround the school with trees,
Let the cheerful hubbub ring over her.

Soviet children love greens,
They love to see the trees in full bloom.

With young gardens, forests
We will grow and flourish on our own.

Let it bloom every hour more beautiful
Our young Fatherland!

LIPKA
(Plato Voronko)

I grew up, sticky,
Thin and flexible.
Don't break me!

honey color
I will bloom in summer.
Protect me!

At noon below me
Hide from the heat
Grow me!

I leaf you
I'll shelter from the rain.
Water me!

Together, my dear friend,
Let's get strong!
You love me!

And wait for the time
You will go out into the wide world -
Do not forget me!

BERYOZKA
(Platon Voronko)

thin birch,
Growth is small.
Like a teenager
She has a pigtail.

tree of glory
Has grown over the year.
How curly
How white!

Goats came running
Early in the morning
Gnawing at the birch
White bark.

Don't go goats
Into our young forest.

Birches will grow
Will be to heaven!

WE MADE IT RAIN
(Platon Voronko)

The sun is warm, the wind is blowing,
Clear blue sky.
And the meadow is green
Because it's raining.

That's such a miracle! Just a miracle!
What kind of rain and where?
Clear and clear sky
There are no clouds, but it's raining!

It's right. Not from a cloud
It's raining in our area.

On the fields a mighty motor
Drives a noisy stream.

I WAS WATER
(Platon Voronko)

I carried water, water
From the well to the garden.

And then she wore it to the garden,
Watered ten beds.

And in the beds - look! —
Strawberries have grown.

Ripe berries I'll pick
Call all my friends!

WHY THE HERON STANDS ON ONE LEG
(Platon Voronko)

The heron sewed shoes
Not small, not big.

The heron was not looking for a ford.
Chapu-lapu - straight into the water.
"Admire, waders,
On the soles, heels!

While she boasted
Her shoes fell off her feet.
One shoe sunk
And the other is soft in the water.

The heron lifts its leg
Doesn't understand anything
And all day among the willows
It stands on one leg.

TIME TO SLEEP
(Platon Voronko)

The night is coming.
You are tired, daughter.
Legs have been running since morning
It's time for the eyes to sleep.
The bed is waiting for you.
Sleep, daughter, sweet!

Subject: P. Voronko. There is no better native land Purpose: to expand the knowledge of students; develop memory, logical thinking, coherent speech; expand students' vocabulary; to improve the ability of students to read the sound schemes of words; educate patriotism, love for the Motherland, understanding of its significance for every person. Equipment: symbols of Ukraine, slides depicting the native city, audio recordings. Lesson type: combined lesson. LESSON DEVELOPMENT I. Organization of the class II. Update basic knowledge students - Tell me what is shown in these pictures? (Coat of arms, flag of Ukraine) - And how can you say in one word? (Symbols) - What other symbol do you know? (Hymn) - What is the name of our state? - What cities of Ukraine do you know? (Illustrations - on the board.) - What are the largest rivers flowing in our region? - Name the capital of our state. - Tell us about your little native corner: where do you live? Where do you go to school? Where do you rest? - Why is your native land dear to you? III. Reporting the topic and tasks of the lesson Teacher. Today in the lesson we will continue the conversation about our Motherland, listen to many poems, some of them we will learn. IV. Motivation learning activities students - Listen to a poem by E. Trutneva. Everything for you in your native land! You are the happiest person in the world! In the gardens the starlings sing to you, The warm wind befriends you, Hiking, games and sciences await you in your beloved country, And every step of yours is guarded by Her caring hands. - Many poems and songs have been written about the Fatherland, about the native land. Poets sang the beauty of the Motherland in their works. And we will get acquainted with some of them today at the lesson. V. Work on the topic of the lesson 1. The word of the teacher - Motherland - this is the place where a person was born, where he said the first word, took the first step. And wherever fate throws him, the Motherland will surely shine with a distant light. Students learn P. Voronko's poem by heart. BETTER THERE IS NO NATIVE LAND Zhura-zhura-crane! He flew over a hundred lands. He flew around, went around, Wings and legs worked hard. We asked the crane: - Where is the best land? He answered, flying: - There is no better native land! - "My land, my land, my beloved country", - each person says about his Motherland, his Fatherland. Working with proverbs and sayings - The people have put together many proverbs and sayings about their homeland. Its own land is sweet in sorrow. Silly is the bird that does not like its nest. On the other side, and the spring is not red. Where someone is born, there it will come in handy. How do you understand these proverbs? Lesson summary - What did we talk about today at the lesson? What poems have you learned? - What legend did you listen to? - Why do you love your Motherland? Topic: P. Voronko. There is no better native land Purpose: to expand the knowledge of students; develop memory, logical thinking, coherent speech; expand students' vocabulary; to improve the ability of students to read the sound schemes of words; educate patriotism, love for the Motherland, understanding of its significance for every person. Equipment: symbols of Ukraine, slides depicting the native city, audio recordings. Lesson type: combined lesson. LESSON DEVELOPMENT I. Organization of the class II. Actualization of the basic knowledge of students - Tell me what is shown in these pictures? (Coat of arms, flag of Ukraine) - And how can you say in one word? (Symbols) - What other symbol do you know? (Hymn) - What is the name of our state? - What cities of Ukraine do you know? (Illustrations - on the board.) - What are the largest rivers flowing in our region? - Name the capital of our state. - Tell us about your little native corner: where do you live? Where do you go to school? Where do you rest? - Why is your native land dear to you? III. Reporting the topic and tasks of the lesson Teacher. Today in the lesson we will continue the conversation about our Motherland, listen to many poems, some of them we will learn. IV. Motivation of students' learning activities - Listen to a poem by E. Trutneva. Everything for you in your native land! You are the happiest person in the world! In the gardens the starlings sing to you, The warm wind befriends you, Hiking, games and sciences await you in your beloved country, And every step of yours is guarded by Her caring hands. - Many poems and songs have been written about the Fatherland, about the native land. Poets sang the beauty of the Motherland in their works. And we will get acquainted with some of them today at the lesson. V. Work on the topic of the lesson 1. The word of the teacher - Motherland - this is the place where a person was born, where he said the first word, took the first step. And wherever fate throws him, the Motherland will surely shine with a distant light. Students learn P. Voronko's poem by heart. BETTER THERE IS NO NATIVE LAND Zhura-zhura-crane! He flew over a hundred lands. He flew around, went around, Wings and legs worked hard. We asked the crane: - Where is the best land? He answered, flying: - There is no better native land! - "My land, my land, my beloved country", - each person says about his Motherland, his Fatherland. Working with proverbs and sayings - The people have put together many proverbs and sayings about their homeland. Its own land is sweet in sorrow. Silly is the bird that does not like its nest. On the other side, and the spring is not red. Where someone is born, there it will come in handy. How do you understand these proverbs? Lesson summary - What did we talk about today at the lesson? What poems have you learned? - What legend did you listen to? Why do you love your country?

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Subject: P. Voronko. There is no better native land Purpose: to expand the knowledge of students; develop memory, logical thinking, coherent speech; expand students' vocabulary; to improve the ability of students to read the sound schemes of words; educate patriotism, love for the Motherland, understanding of its significance for every person. Equipment: symbols of Ukraine, slides depicting the native city, audio recordings. Lesson type: combined lesson. LESSON DEVELOPMENT I. Organization of the class II. Actualization of the basic knowledge of students - Tell me what is shown in these pictures? (Coat of arms, flag of Ukraine) - And how can you say in one word? (Symbols) - What other symbol do you know? (Hymn) - What is the name of our state? - What cities of Ukraine do you know? (Illustrations - on the board.) - What are the largest rivers flowing in our region? - Name the capital of our state. - Tell us about your little native corner: where do you live? Where do you go to school? Where do you rest? - Why is your native land dear to you? III. Reporting the topic and tasks of the lesson Teacher. Today in the lesson we will continue the conversation about our Motherland, listen to many poems, some of them we will learn. IV. Motivation of students' learning activities - Listen to a poem by E. Trutneva. Everything for you in your native land! You are the happiest person in the world!

In the gardens the starlings sing to you, The warm wind befriends you, Hiking, games and sciences await you in your beloved country, And every step of yours is guarded by Her caring hands. - Many poems and songs have been written about the Fatherland, about the native land. Poets sang the beauty of the Motherland in their works. And we will get acquainted with some of them today at the lesson. V. Work on the topic of the lesson 1. The word of the teacher - Motherland - this is the place where a person was born, where he said the first word, took the first step. And wherever fate throws him, the Motherland will surely shine with a distant light. Students learn P. Voronko's poem by heart. BETTER THERE IS NO HOME LAND Jurazhurazhuravel! He flew over a hundred lands. He flew around, went around, Winged legs worked hard. We asked the crane: - Where is the best land? He answered, flying: - There is no better native land! - "My land, my land, my beloved country", - each person says about his Motherland, his Fatherland. Working with proverbs and sayings - The people have put together many proverbs and sayings about their homeland. Its own land is sweet in sorrow.

Abstract of a lesson on the development of speech in middle group on the topic “Memorizing a poem by P.N. Voronko "Better there is no native land"

Tasks:

1. Educational:

Help children memorize the poem

2. Developing:

Develop auditory attention

Develop memory

3. Educational:

Build a positive relationship with your homeland

Vocabulary work:activate: Zhura - zhura - crane, flew around, bypassed, etc.

enter: bothered

Methods and techniques: introductory part:

The arrival of a fairy-tale character

Questions

main part:

Expressive reading of a poem

Pause

Conversation

Individual instructions

Re-reading

Reading a poem to children

final part:

Analysis of the expressiveness of reading a poem by children

- drawing on the theme "My native land"

Material and equipment:a crane toy, a portrait of the poet Voronko Plato, a sheet of paper, colored pencils for each child.

Preliminary work:- acquaintance of children with a crane (teacher's story that in the old days the crane was affectionately called "zhura"; showing pictures of a crane; conversation)

The teacher's story about his native land - the Chuvash Republic

Conversation with children on the topic "My native land"

Individual work:to activate Sasha P.'s dialogical speech in the process of answering questions.

Lesson progress:

knock on the door.

Educator (B): guys, did you hear that someone knocked? Now let's open the door and see who's there.

The teacher comes to the door, picks up the crane toy and goes back into the group room.

(B): do you know? Who is it?

Children (D): crane

(B): right, crane. Say hello to him.

(D): hello!

Crane (F): hello guys! How friendly are you all! I, a crane, am flying from a very distant, distant country to my homeland, and I came to you to rest. In autumn, when the cold began, I had to move from my beloved land to a foreign country, where there were completely different trees, people and animals. Now, when spring has come, everything is warmer around, I can finally return to my home, to my native nest. Tell me, do you have your own native land?

(D): yes.

(G): where is your native land?

(D): in the Chuvash Republic

(Zh): what about your native land?

(D): - villages

Cities

The woods

fields

meadows

(B): right, the guys say: our native land includes all villages, villages, cities, forests, fields, meadows, ravines, etc., which are located in the Chuvash Republic. Crane, where is your native land?

(G): my native land, guys, is also in the Chuvash Republic. I am very glad that I was born here! One evening at sunset, when the sun was setting behind the mountain to sleep and I again saw our nature in all its glory, one no longer young man, a Ukrainian poet, whose name was Voronko Platon, asked me: “Where is the best land?” (the teacher draws the attention of the children to the portrait of the poet). Without thinking twice, I replied that there is nothing better than my native land. You have no idea how happy he was at my answer, that he immediately composed a poem and read it to me. It is called - "There is no better native land." Do you want me to read it?

(D): yes

(Zh): There is no better native land.

Zhura-zhura-crane!

He flew over a hundred lands.

Flew around, went around

Wings, legs worked hard.

We asked the crane:

Where is the best land?

He answered, flying:

There is no better native land!

A short pause (for 10 - 15 seconds).

(B): Guys, did you like the poem?

(D): yes.

(B): I also liked the poem that the crane read. And why did Platon Voronko write this poem, why did his love prompt him to write such lines?

(D): love for the native land

Sasha P.: ok, with love

(B): right, with love, affection. Guys, do you agree? And by what words in the poem can one understand that the author treats the crane with tenderness and affection?

(D): Zhura-zhura-crane

(B): answer my question in chorus: jura-zhura-crane, did it fly around a hundred lands?

(D): Zhura-zhura-crane, he circled a hundred lands.

(V): Katya, zhura-zhura-zhuravel, did he fly over a hundred lands?

Katya D.: Zhura-zhura-crane, he flew over a hundred lands.

(V): Dima, zhura-zhura-zhuravel, did he fly over a hundred lands?

Dima Yu .: Zhura-zhura-crane, he flew around a hundred lands.

(W): what did I do?

(D): circled, bypassed

(B): right. The crane flew over a hundred lands, went around, wings, legs worked. Do you know what the word "work hard" means?

Children are silent

(G): wings, legs worked - it means tired of a long, long walk, working with wings

(B): He flew around, went around. Wings, legs, what did you do?

(D): bothered

(B): what did we ask the crane about?

(D): where is the best land?

(B): Now say it in a whole sentence.

(D): We asked the crane: “Where is the best land?”

(B): well done! We asked the crane: "Where is the best land?" What did he answer as he flew?

(D): he answered, flying: “There is no better native land!”

(D): no

(D): - when the crane is asked questions

When the crane answers the questions of the author of the poem

Lena D.: We asked the crane: “Where is the best land?”

Yura I.: We asked the crane: “Where is the best land?”

(B): right. Yura read the question very expressively. But how should one read the response of a crane?

(D): - with pride

With dignity

Joyfully

(F): That's right, the last phrase of the crane in the poem should be read with dignity, joy, loudly, because I am proud that I have such a wonderful, magnificent native land! Please read these lines to me expressively.

(V): Yulia, read expressively: “He answered, flying over: “There is no better native land!”

Julia E .: he answered, flying: “There is no better native land!”

(B): Well done! Now listen to the poem again, after which you will tell it to me yourself.

The teacher re-reads the poem expressively.

(F): Masha, tell me the poem that you just read the poem.

Masha D. reads a poem.

(F): smart girl, Masha. I remembered everything correctly, I did not mix up a single word and did not miss it. Only it was necessary to tell the poem a little slower and reduce the power of the voice. But I know you'll do better next time.

The teacher, together with other children, listens to another 2 - 3 children.

(B): Well remembered the poem. Now answer again: do you love your native land?

(D): yes!

(B): then let's draw all the drawings on the theme "My native land" and give them as a keepsake to our Zhura-zhura-crane so that he always remembers us. Let's draw?

(D): yes!

(B): then we take all the pieces of paper, pencils and draw everything that you love in your native land, a forest, a meadow with flowers and grass, a city, houses, rivers - everything - everything you want.

Children take paper, pencils, begin to draw. In the process of drawing, the crane walks between them, approves of their drawings. When everyone is done, the children take turns giving their drawings to the crane. He, in turn, thanks them, promises to fly to visit them again.

RAIN, RAIN, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?..

Rain, rain, where have you been?
- I floated in the sky with a cloud!
- And then you crashed?
- Oh, no, no, it spilled with water,
Dripped, dripped down, fell -
I went right into the river!

And then I swam away
In the fast, blue-eyed river,
Loved with all my heart
Our Motherland is great!

Well, after it evaporated,
Attached to a white cloud,
And swam, I tell you
To distant countries, islands.

And now over the ocean
I'm drifting away with the fog!
Enough, the wind, continue to blow -
You need to sail back.

To meet the river
To rush with her to the native forest!
To love so that the soul
Our homeland is big.

So, wind, my friend,
With a cloud, we hurry home!
You, wind, drive us -
Send the cloud to the house!

Cause I miss home...
Well, I'll shake the cloud!
I'm in a hurry to get home...
I'll be back to you soon!

GO FOR THE SEA-OCEANS

Ride across the seas, oceans,

It is necessary to fly over the whole earth:

There are different countries in the world

But one like ours is not to be found.

Deep are our bright waters,

The land is wide and free,

And the factories rumble without ceasing,

And the fields are noisy, blooming ...

IMMENSE COUNTRY

If long, long, long

In an airplane we fly

If long, long, long

We have to look at Russia.

We'll see then

Both forests and cities

ocean spaces,

Ribbons of rivers, lakes, mountains ...

We will see the distance without edge,

Tundra where spring rings.

And then we'll understand what

Our country is big

RUSSIA

Russia - like a word from a song,

birch young foliage,

Around forests, fields and rivers,

Expanse, Russian soul -

I love you my Russia

I love, I deeply understand

Steppe pensive sadness

I love everything they call

In one broad word - RUSSIA.

MOTHERLAND

hills, copses,

Meadows and fields -

native, green

Our land.

The land where I made

Your first step

Where did you ever go out

To the fork in the road.

And I realized that it

expanse of fields -

Particle of the great

Oh motherland!

Oh Motherland! In dim light
I catch with a quivering gaze
Your blueberries, copses -
Everything that I love without memory:

And the rustle of the white-trunked grove,
And the blue smoke in the distance is empty,
And a rusty cross above the bell tower,
And a low mound with a star...

My hurts and forgiveness
They will burn like old stubble.
In you alone - and consolation
And my healing.

DOUBLE-HEADED ARMS OF RUSSIA

I read a book yesterday

About the treasures of Russia.

And, seeing the double-headed coat of arms,

I quietly asked my mother:

“Why is the eagle double-headed?

What is a rider on a horse?

I want to know everything in detail!

Tell me, Mommy, to me.

"Our country is great,

For peace to reign forever

A double-headed eagle gazes into the distance,

Protects us from harm.

On horseback - Victorious -

Our holy fighter against evil.

Serpent fierce, big

He killed with his spear.

And the coat of arms of Russia is painted

In red and gold.

Red is the blood of fallen heroes

To live with you.

Gold is our wealth:

Bread, ore, fields, forests.

Just to live richer

It takes hard work and kindness."

I listened to stories

About Russia from ancient days

And I decided - no in the world

OUR EMBLEM

power in various ways

They decorated their coats of arms.

Here is a leopard, a two-headed eagle

And a rearing lion.

That was the old custom,

So that from the state emblems

The animal face threatened the neighbors

Baring all your teeth.

Now a predatory beast, then an evil bird,

Similarity, having lost its own,

They squeeze in their paws, threatening,

A slashing sword or spear.

Where lions have never been,

From the coats of arms lions look fiercely

Or eagles that are not enough

One eagle's head!

But not an eagle, not a lion, not a lioness

Decorated with our coat of arms,

And the golden wreath of wheat

Mighty hammer, sharp sickle.

We do not threaten other nations,

But we take care of a spacious house,

Where is the place under the sky

Everything that lives by work.

Will not be split by the enemy

Union of peoples never.

Hammer and sickle are inseparable

Earth, and an ear, and a star!

MOTHERLAND

I love my homeland, but with a strange love!
My mind won't win her
Nor glory bought with blood
Nor full of proud trust peace,
No dark antiquity cherished legends
Do not stir in me a pleasurable dream.
But I love - why don't I know myself?

Her steppes are cold silence,
Her boundless forests sway,
The floods of her rivers are like the seas ...
I like to ride in a cart on a country road,
And, with a slow gaze piercing the shadow of the night,
Meet around, sighing about an overnight stay,
The trembling lights of sad villages;
I love the smoke of the burnt stubble,
In the steppe, an overnight convoy,
And on a hill in the middle of a yellow field
A couple of whitening birches.
With joy unknown to many
I see a complete threshing floor
Thatched hut,
Carved shuttered window;
And on a holiday, dewy evening,
Ready to watch until midnight
To the dance with stomping and whistling
To the sound of drunken men.

GOY, YOU, RUSSIA, MY NATIVE ...

Goy you, my dear Russia,
Huts - in the robes of the image ...
See no end and edge -
Only blue sucks eyes.
Like a wandering pilgrim,
I watch your fields.
And at the low outskirts
Poplars wither loudly.
Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches your meek Savior,
And buzzes behind the hillside
There is a cheerful dance in the meadows.
I'll run along the wrinkled stitch
To the freedom of the green lekh,
Meet me like earrings
A girlish laugh will ring out.
If the holy army shouts:
"Throw you Russia, live in paradise!",
I will say: “There is no need for paradise,
Give me my country."

SINGING HEAVED DROGES...

Hewn drogs sang,
Plains and bushes run.
Again chapels on the road
And memorial crosses.
Again I am sick with warm sadness
From the oatmeal breeze.
And on the lime of the bell towers
Involuntarily, the hand is baptized.
O Rus - raspberry field
And the blue that fell into the river -
I love to joy and pain
Your lake longing.

Cold grief cannot be measured,
You are on a foggy shore.
But not to love you, not to believe -
I can't learn.
And I will not give these chains
And I will not part with a long sleep,
When native steppes ring
Prayer feather grass.

SLEEPING KOVIL...

The feather grass is sleeping. Dear plain,
And the lead freshness of wormwood.
No other homeland
Do not pour my warmth into my chest.

Know that we all have such a fate,
And, perhaps, ask everyone -
Rejoicing, raging and tormented,
Life is good in Russia.

The magnifying glass light, mysterious and long,
Willows are crying, poplars are whispering.
But no one under the cry of a crane
He will not stop loving his father's fields.

And now that behold the new light
And my life touched fate,
I still remain a poet
Golden log cabin.

At night, clinging to the headboard,
I see a strong enemy
How someone else's youth splashes with new
To my glades and meadows.

But still, crowded that night,
I can sing heartily:
Give me in the homeland of my beloved,
All loving, die in peace!

OH MY MOTHER RUSSIA

Oh, my mother, Russia, Russia,
Unshakable is your golden-domed throne,
I love you, I'm proud of you
Long-suffering and sovereign.

Russia, Russia, great power,
Great power, bottomless Russia,
In Russia, in Russia with all my heart I'm in love
And I'll stay with her forever, I swear!

KEY WORDS

AT kindergarten learned
We are beautiful words.
They were first read:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

Spring and summer will fly by.
Leaves become sunny.
Illuminate with new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

The sun shines kindly on us.
Blue is pouring from the sky.
May they always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!

THERE IS NO BETTER REGION

Zhura-zhura-crane!
He flew over a hundred lands.
Flew, circled
Wings, legs worked hard.

We asked the crane:
Where is the best land? -
He answered, flying:
- There is no better native land!

MOTHERLAND

hills, copses,
Meadows and fields -
native, green
Our land.
The land where I made
Your first step
Where did you ever go out
To the fork in the road.
And I realized that it
expanse of fields -
Particle of the great
My fatherland.

RUSSIA

Russia, you are a great power,
Your expanses are infinitely great.
For all ages you have crowned yourself with glory.
And there is no other way for you.

Lake captivity crowns your forests.
The cascade of ridges in the mountains conceals dreams.
River flow heals thirst
And the native steppe will give birth to bread.

We are proud of your cities.
From Brest to Vladivostok, the road is open.

The glorious capital crowns you,
And Petersburg keeps history.

In the land of your wealth, the flow is inexhaustible,
The path lies to your treasures.
How little we know about you.
How much we have to learn.

MOTHERLAND

Touching the three great oceans,
She lies, spreading the cities,
Covered with a network of meridians,
Invincible, wide, proud.

But at the hour when the last grenade
Already in your hand
And in a short moment it is necessary to remember at once
All that we have left in the distance,

You remember not a big country,
What did you travel and find out
Do you remember your homeland - such,
Which one did you see when you were a child?

A piece of land, crouched against three birches,
A long road behind the woods
A river with a creaky ferry.
Sandy shore with low willows.

This is where we were lucky to be born
Where for life, until death, we found
That handful of earth that is good.
To see in it signs of the whole earth.

Yes. You can survive in the heat, in a thunderstorm, in frost,
Yes, you can be hungry and cold
Go to death...

But these three birches
You can't give it to anyone while you're alive.

WHAT WE CALL HOMELAND

What do we call motherland?
The house where we live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.

What do we call motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet,
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside.

What do we call motherland?
Everything that we keep in our hearts
And under blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.

HEY

Hello, my native land,

With your dark forests

With your great river

And boundless fields!

Hello, dear people,

Hero of labor tireless,

In the middle of winter and in the summer heat!

Hello, my native land!

ABOUT HOMELAND, ONLY ABOUT HOMELAND

What is this song of weeping birches about,
A melody full of light and tears?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
What is beyond the cold granite borders
Longing for birds flying away for the winter?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.

In moments of sadness, in times of adversity
Who will take care of us and who will save us?
Motherland, only Motherland.
Whom in the bitter cold we need to warm
And in hard days we should regret?
Motherland, dear Motherland.

When we leave for interstellar flight
What is our earthly heart singing about?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
We live in the name of kindness and love,
And the best songs are yours and mine -
About the motherland, only about the motherland ...

Under the scorching sun and in the snow dust
And my thoughts, and my prayers -
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT RUSSIA

I need to talk about Russia
Yes, so that the verses are pronounced aloud,
Yes, so that you want to repeat,
Stronger than all names to say: Russia!

Stronger than all names to pronounce,
Stronger than mother, stronger than love
And on the lips it is gratifying to carry
To the singing waves that turn blue in the distance.

More than once I was alone with you,
Asked for participation, demanded advice,
And you have always been my destiny
My star, unique light.

He shone to me from my mother's eyes,
And entered my chest, and entered my blood,
And if he went out in my chest,
That heart would have broken at the same moment!

IN A WIDE SPACE

In a wide area

predawn time

Scarlet dawns rose

over the native country.

Every year it gets better

Dear edges...

Better than our motherland

FOR PEACE, FOR CHILDREN

Anywhere in any country

The guys don't want war.

They will have to enter into life soon,

They want peace, not war

The green noise of the native forest,

They all need a school

And the garden at the peaceful threshold,

Father and mother and father's house.

There are many places in the world

For those who live accustomed to work.

For all children, for peace, for work!

Let each ear ripen in the field,

Gardens are blooming, forests are growing!

Who sows bread in a peaceful field,

Builds factories, cities,

The one for the children of the orphanage

Oh RUSSIA!

Oh Russia!
With a difficult fate, the country ...
I have you, Russia,
Like a heart, alone.
I will tell a friend
I will tell the enemy
Without you,
Like without a heart
I can't live...