The goby is swinging completely. Short rhymes for children

Barto Agnia - poetry

There is a goby swinging
(sung by E. Kamburova)

There is a bull, swaying,
Sighs on the go:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I'm going to fall ...

A bull is walking, swinging "- this is the biography of each of us

A hundred years ago, Agnia Barto was born - a children's poet, on whose poems several generations of Russians and not only Russian people grew up. People who knew her closely shared their memories of Agnia Lvovna and impressions of her poems with our correspondent.

Irina Tokmakova, writer:
When I was just starting my literary career, Agniya Lvovna noticed me and invited me to her home, she met me very cordially and affectionately. I asked to read poetry, read it myself. After a while, when I had already published several books, Agniya Lvovna, being a member of the selection committee of the Writers' Union, went to the meeting at which they discussed me, and even called me when she returned home to say that everything was fine. Previously, the Writers' Union acted like the kingdom of heaven - it was very serious. Agniya Lvovna read poetry perfectly, very expressively, she had excellent diction, a well-placed voice, and the children loved to listen to her. When children gathered at the opening of Children's Book Week (before, every time it took place in the pillared hall), and Agniya Lvovna began to read poetry, the whole audience immediately picked up and chanted with her. Agniya Lvovna was a very energetic person, she worked a lot. I remember how she said: "If I don’t write at least a few lines a day, I feel like mediocrity." She communicated with many, both young and not very young people turned to her. But to say about anyone that this is Barto's student is impossible. There is no school in children's literature.

Victor Chizhikov, illustrator:
In 1977, Agniya Lvovna called the Malysh publishing house and asked to entrust me with illustrations for her book, which was called "Grandmother had forty grandchildren," a collection of poems from different years. It also included the famous "Toys" cycle, my favorite. Time passes, times change, but favorite poems of childhood remain. After all, the same verses "A bull is walking, swinging" is a biography of each of us, only a very short one, set out in four lines. This, in fact, is shocking. The "Toys" cycle has always surprised me. After all, nothing special seems to be happening there - well, some goby is about to fall, and what's wrong with that? But the fact of the matter is that there should be a purely childish perception. If a child once falls and breaks his nose, then Barto's poem acquires a vital meaning - the child feels sorry for this bull in advance. Now Barto's books are being republished in all the republics of the former Soviet Union, because they were at one time translated into national languages. For example, these poems also entered Uzbek life long ago. This is the phenomenon of Barto: generations change, and interest in her work does not subside.

Children's poet Agnia Barto has a wonderful poem about a bull

There is a goby swinging,

Sighs on the go

Oh, the board is running out

I'm going to fall now! "

There is a bull ... Parodies.

Who does not know this wonderful a rhyme about a bull poetesses Agniya Barto?

There is a goby swinging,

Sighs on the go

Oh, the board is running out

I'm going to fall now! "

A very famous rhyme that everyone remembers from childhood and then learns with their children. Let's dream up and imagine that other famous poets also wrote poems about a bull. What would he be like in their author's treatment? I got these miniatures.

Krylov.

God sent the code to the Bull

One pine board

The goby did not seem to be enough.

While the whole herd was discussing,

What is good about the board, what is not,

Fox ran to lunch

And she stole this plate,

And then I made a cart.

And the Bull shed many tears ...

The moral of this fable is this:

If God gives firewood,

Belagodari! It's not a question

That you don’t blind the cart from them.

A. Block

Crib, street, goby, plank,

Pointless and dim light.

Veterinarian Goby does not heal,

Sick goby, no return.

He sighs, soaked to the skin,

Diarrhea, fever, fever,

Board, firewood, fireplace and tiles,

Barn, street, board, lantern.

S. Yesenin

Does not regret, does not call, does not cry,

Only sighs softly on the go,

And does not pinch the grass, and does not jump,

An old bull lying on a pond

Now he has become more modest in desires,

And he doesn't dream of chicks,

On the boards with a fresh echoing wound,

He will not go anymore and to whom.

B. Pasternak

The goby was born in the barn,

Mumu was giving birth.

The body fell on the grass-

And it ran.

And there are ears, and a white side,

And the tail is hanging.

And a newborn animal

He was already a walker.

The goby sighed, he so wanted

Stand on the plank

But it's a pity, left out of work

In the grass all evening.

And from the cow everything is in the barn

The snouts are turned up.

She's a bull in the thick grass

I didn't feed.

V. Vysotsky

This is not a plain for you,

There are no paths here

Only a plate with a wedge

Slides into a ditch

A herd is moving along it -

bulls / cows are coming.

And you need to roll up, go around the ditch,

But the herd is not looking for an easy way

It chooses the most dangerous route!

The goby was brave

The goby was strong

But who's in this mess

The groan will not breathe out

And he groaned, the Goby sighed as he walked,

He could not turn, go around the ditch,

Rocked, but continued on its way,

Roaring loudly, they say, I'm walking along the board!

Pushkin A.S. (early)

Frost without sun, what a day?

The goby smelled the board,

Walks along it, walks along it,

And suddenly he sighs on the go,

Chu! Someone shakes the board,

Is it one of the guys?

Pushkin A.S. (late)

Although this bridge is shaky, thin,

he leads to the Good Truth

Cow son, young calf

Swinging on it goes.

One went on the road

On a difficult and sinful path,

To the high Truth and strict

Do not roll back the calf.

And so, along the sleepers of the universe,

Breathing in the wind of change

A naive creature wanders

Doesn't ask for anything in return.

Tired hooves are sliding

In a calf's heart, sadness is melancholy.

The goby only fears to fall

The board is about to end ..

But all, well, bypassing all obstacles,

He goes forward anyway.

With the hope that it is necessary to fulfill

The purpose is one:

Fall and dissolve into the abyss

Overcome both pain and fear.

He will die, but he will not disappear,

Leaving a mark on people's hearts.

And the goby hears the voice from the cart:

Do the horses' will!

And bypassing bridges and boards

Burn the hearts of people with hums!

Lermontov M.Yu.

Lonely goby turns white

Unbearable smog in the fields

What to do? Take a deep breath

So that I could not even exhale,

Let the wind whistle under you

And the board bends and creaks

And you Goby, freeze like a pimple,

And only let the tail tremble.

O. Khayyam

The board ends in a moment

The goby, however, stomps forward.

He does not know that life is his creation,

As you pass it, it will pass!

W. Shakespeare

Go or not go ??? That's the question!

So the Goby thought, hanging his nose,

And the abyss laughed with an evil mockery.

If you cheat like now

And I will fall from longing to the bottom of the ravine,

Then know that I loved you and believe

That I will crawl out of the abyss like a wash!

V. Mayakovsky

At the bull

Escapes

From under the hooves

duplicate

Priceless cargo

board with

Unimportant view

and the bull falls on

Belly!

But bull tears

Will not see the bourgeois

squeeze cheekbones

And chew the grass

even if

You've become a burden!

L. Filatov

Once upon a time there was a fool goby

Curious - "what and how?"

Once he walked on the plank

Both ways, like cancer.

Suddenly the goby slowed down

Frightened, whined,

Where is the end of this board

He did not ask the owners.

What should I do, how should I be,

How to jump off the board

I will fall on someone

How not to hurt your nose.

Thank God,

@Nata Orlik

Copying of materials is prohibited !!!

bear
Dropped the bear on the floor
They ripped off the bear's paw.
I won't leave him anyway -
Because he's good.
Agniya Barto

Horse
I love my horse
I comb her fur smoothly
I will smooth the ponytail with a scallop
And I'll go on horseback to visit.
Agniya Barto

Goby
A bull is walking, swinging,
Sighs on the go:
- Oh, the board ends,
I'm going to fall now!
Agniya Barto
Bunny
The mistress threw the bunny -
There was a bunny left in the rain;
I couldn't get off the bench,
All wet to the thread.
Agniya Barto

Kid
I have a goat
I pass it myself.
I'm a goat in a green garden
I'll take it early in the morning.
He gets lost in the garden -
I'll find him in the grass.
Agniya Barto

Elephant
Time to sleep! The goby fell asleep
Lied in a box on a side.
Sleepy bear went to bed
Only the elephant does not want to sleep.
The elephant nods its head,
He sends a bow to the elephant.
Agniya Barto

Airplane
We will build the plane ourselves,
Let's fly over the forests.
Let's fly over the forests
And then back to mom.
Agniya Barto

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

Checkbox
Is burning in the sun
Checkbox,
As if i
The fire is lit.
Agniya Barto

Ship
Tarpaulin,
Rope in hand
I pull the boat
On the fast river.
And the frogs are jumping
On my heels
And they ask me:
- Take it, captain!
Agniya Barto

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

Locksmith
I need things like this:
Hammer,
Vise
And the pincers
Key,
File
And a hacksaw,
And most importantly -
Skill!
Boris Zakhoder
Shoemaker
Master, master,
Help -
Leaky
Boots.
Hammer it hard
Nails -
We will go today
On a visit.
Boris Zakhoder

Chauffeur
Kachu,
Flying
At full speed.
I myself am a chauffeur
And he himself is a motor.
I press
On the pedal -
And the car
Rushing into the distance.
Boris Zakhoder

Chefs
How easy it is to prepare dinner!
There is nothing difficult about that.
It's as easy as shelling pears:
It's time - and you're done!
(If mom is making dinner.)
But it happens that there is no time for mom,
And we cook our own lunch,
And then
(I don’t understand what the secret is!)
Very
Difficult
Cook
Dinner.
Boris Zakhoder

Bookbinder
Got sick
This book:
Tore her up
Brother.
I'm sick
I will regret:
I'll take her
And I will glue it.
Boris Zakhoder

Dressmaker
All day today
Sew.
I put on
The whole family.
Wait a little, cat,
There will be clothes for you too!
Boris Zakhoder
Monter
Look,
How cunning
This little fitter:
He is
Conducts light
Only there,
Where there is no current.

Boris Zakhoder

Builders
Let the parents not be angry
What will be smeared
Builders,
Because the one who builds
That one is worth something!

It doesn't matter what while
This house is made of sand!
Boris Zakhoder

Bunny
- Bunny-bunny, where are you going?
- I'm going to the kids in the city!
- What for? Will you live there?
- I will be friends with children!
Kirill Avdeenko

BIRDS
Bread and crumbs
On the window -
Come, birds, to us!
Peck, birds, little by little,
And fly to the clouds!
Kirill Avdeenko

GOAT
Goat-goat:
-Me-me-me!
I'm learning to count in my head!
How much is two plus five? ..
Me-me-me, I forgot again!
Mom will be very upset!
Me-me-me - I'm running to study.
Kirill Avdeenko

Cheeks
Cheeks, cheeks, cheeks,
Dimples, lumps;
All day until night
Smile cheeks!
Kirill Avdeenko

MOUSE AND BREAD
The mouse knocks with its paws:
- Where is the bread here? - shouts.
- Leave me a crust for the night!
I'll take the kids to the burrow.
Kirill Avdeenko

A PARROT
Parrot parrot
Dancing merrily
Parrot parrot
Dances and pampers;
Parrot parrot
Knocked over the cup
Parrot parrot
I ate porridge from a saucer!
Kirill Avdeenko

PIGS
Piggy pigs are unhappy:
- Oink-oink-oink! - shout-shout,
- We do not want such noses!
Only two holes stick out.
Kirill Avdeenko

ZOOK
Grandfather, woman, granddaughter
Pour and pour the zucchini,
Pour-pour zucchini
Baba, grandfather, granddaughter,
So that he is more mature!
So that he sang as soon as possible!
What soon, soon
His mouth ate ours!
Kirill Avdeenko

SUPCHIK
They ate soup
They ate soup
Hurry to eat the soup!
Eat a lot?
So well,
Oh yes soup! Ay, good!
Kirill Avdeenko

CHICKENS-CHICKENS
Chickens-chickens: "Ko-ko-ko!
We laid our testicles;
Ku-ku-eat, ko-ko,
Little kids! "
Kirill Avdeenko

PEAS
Peas in the supermarket
Shouted: “Oh-oh-oh!
How many kids are here, guys!
Everyone is looking at candy!
Here I am, kids, look!
Buy me soon!
There is no benefit from sweets ...
I am more needed than a hundred sweets! "
Kirill Avdeenko

CUCUMBER
Ay, young cucumber!
Ay, we washed it with water!
Ai, fly into our mouth!
Ay, crunch on your teeth!
Kirill Avdeenko

HAMPER
Hamster, hamster,
Behind the cheek a chest!
There are nuts, there is grain,
It will be for the winter!
Kirill Avdeenko

CANDIES
We are fun mugs!
We are pancakes, buddies!
Eat us with honey, butter,
Ready for an hour!
Kirill Avdeenko

ORANGE
- Orange, orange,
Why did you turn yellow?
- Because because
I was lying in the sun.
Kirill Avdeenko