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Happy singing to children about winter. Winter days. Virshi about winter. A.S. Pushkin. Winter road

snіzhinka

Light-fluffy,
Snowflake Bila,
Yaka is clean
Yaka smiliva!

dear boisterous
Easy to zip
Not at the time,
To ask for the ground.

azure is wonderful
Vona left
To myself in hopelessness
I threw off the land.

The exchanges shine
Kovzak, vmila,
Among the plastics of tanuchikh
Saved-bila.

For the believers in the morning
Tremble, tremble,
Nyomu, plekaє,
Light goydaєatsya.

yogo goydalki
Vona is invited,
Z yogo khurtovin
Spinning crazy.

Ale axis
The road is far away
The earth is hungry,
Zirka kryshtaleva.

Lie down fluffy,
Snowflake is smiliva.
Yaka is clean
Yaka bila!

***

Kostyantin Balmont

winter

The fields are covered with an unruffled shroud.
Fluffy-bili snigami.
First, say goodbye to Spring,
With quotes and sheets.

Forging dzvinky key. Win at Zimi in the polony.
One note spіvaє, readyuchi.
Ale Sonce love colo. Wono zberigak Spring.
I know to turn around Young.

Vona left went to wander in foreign lands,
Shchob light of dreams.
Schob bachiv vіn uvі snі, wіn lie in snіgs,
І hurtovina hearingє yak spіv.

***

De liquor whisper
My lisiv?
Streams of narcanoes,
Kviti lugiv?
Goli tree;
kilim winter
Having covered the pagorbi,
Meadows and lobes.
pid screams
with your bark
Strumok nіmіє;
All tsіpenіє,
Lishe is angry,
Buyaє, viє
І the sky is cry
With glaucous moth.

***

Afanasy Fet

The cat spits, eyes squint;
Cotton drіmaє on kilimі.
There is a storm in the yard,
Viter fistula in the courtyard.
"Years here for you to lie, -
Get up and get up!
Go ahead and say goodbye to me,
That and spati sobi idi ".
The little boy got up, and the kitty ochima
After spending all the time;
At vіkna sіg to cut down with shackles,
Storm fistula bilya vorit.

***

Afanasy Fet

Mati! take a look at the meeting -
Nobles, it's not a good idea kishka
Umivala nis:
The dirt is dumb, the whole door is tight,
About, more -
Apparently є frost.

Chi is not prickly, light blue
According to the list of developments in the
Hang on ho t!
Nemov hto torovatiy
Svizhoi, biloi, fluffy cotton wool
Having tidied everything up.

Now there will be no dispute:
For sanchata ta y uphill
Fun big!
Really, Mom? Chi is not vidmovish,
And she, melodiously, will say:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"

***

Afanasy Fet

The picture is divine
Yak ty me is dear:
Bila Rivnina,
New month,

The light of the high skies,
І blisky snig,
I sleigh distant
Samotn_y bіg.

***

The creak of the crocus vdovzh vidovzh bilich,
Vogniks from afar
On the walls it drowned
Shine crystals.
Vіd vіy looming in the eyes
Sleeping fluff,
Silence cold nights
Borrow the spirit.

Viter to sleep, and everything is nimin,
Just go to sleep;
It is clear that he is afraid of himself
Dikhnuti in the frost.

***

Samuil Marshak

Tsiliy rik. very

Open calendar -
To fix now.

In the home, in the home
Bagato snigu near the yard.

Snig - on the dakha, on the gank.
A dream in the sky.
To heat the stoves at our booth,
In the sky dim ide stop.

Tsiliy rik. Lutius

Smoke vіtry in fierce,
Whine in the trumpets with a voice.
Snake on the ground
Light drift.

Over the Kremlin wall -
Lіtakіv lanka.
Glory to the Ridnoi Army
It's the day of the nation!

***

bili virshi

Snig circling,
Snow frog -
Snig! Snig! Snig!
For the sake of snig zvir and ptah
I, slyly, Lyudin!
For the siri titmouse:
The birds are freezing in the frost,
Vipav snig - falling frost!
Kishka snigom min nis.
Have a tsutsen on a black spin
Tanut bіlі snіzhinki.
The sidewalks are covered with snow
Everything is near the bilim-bilo:
Snow-snow-snow-fall!
Refill for shovels,
For shovels and for scrapers,
For great vantazhivok.
Snig circling,
Snow frog -
Snig! Snig! Snig!
For the sake of snig zvir and ptah
I, slyly, Lyudin!
Tilki dvirnik, tilki dvirnik
Like: - I am a tsyo vіvtorka
I won't forget nikoli!
Snowfall is a bida for us!
This day is the scraper of the scraper,
This is the day of mitla mete.
A hundred times for me it went down,
And all around I knew it!
Snig! Snig! Snig!

***

Sorceress Winter
Enchantments, lis worth,
І before the snig fringe,
Motionless, dumb,
Wonderful lives to shine.
І kostu vin, enchantments,
Chi is not dead and alive -
Sleep enchantments,
All wrappings, all fetters
Lightweight downy lance ...

Dream wintering chi metaє
On a new svіy promin scythe -
Nyou shouldn't be dumbstruck,
Win all slept and blink
With a flowing beauty.

***

Oleksandr Pushkin

Yaka nich! Trisky frost,
The sky is full of light;
Yak sewn canopy, blue star
Ryasnin by frequent glances.
Everything is dark near the booths. Bilya vorit
Shut with heavy locks.
Skryz sleep the people;
The noise and the cry of the merchant died down;
Lishe tilki gavkak guardian of the yard
So make-up with a lance of dzvinki.

And all of Moscow can sleep peacefully ...

***

Oleksandr Pushkin

Winter! .. Peasant, triumfuyuchi,
On a sleigh, onovlyuє way;
Yogo konyachka, smelling snig,
Weave rissyu yak-nebud;
Kermo pukhnasty visajuyuchi,
Fly daring wagon;
Visnik sit on the front
At the peel, in the red peel.
Axis lads bіga dvoroviy,
Putting a bug in a sanchata,
Having transformed himself into a horse;
Pustun has already seen a finger:
Youmu and painful and funny,
And the mother will block you at the window.

***

Pushkin Oleksandr

Winter road

The cry of the fog
Wade through the month,
In the sum of Galyavin
Llє sumno light won.

On the road of winter, boring
Tryka hort bizhit,
dzvіnochok spіvsoundny
It's tired to make up.

I feel like it’s rіdne
In the most recent songs of the visitor:
Those brawlers are daring,
Those are heart tight ...

No fire, no black hati,
Glushin and snig ... Nazustrich me
Only versts of dark
Trap Alone.

***

Oleksandr Pushkin

(2 LEAFFALLS)

Winter. How can I be robbed in the village? I am listening
The servant, who is carrying me a cup of tea,
Meals: is it warm? did you notice?
Is it powder є chi ni? if it is possible
Leave for a saddle, or more beautifully to obid
Tinkering with old susida magazines?
Powder. We stand, and it is safe on a horse,
І paint in the field at the first light of the day;
Garapnik in hands, dogs follow us;
Marveling at the blidy snig by the diligent ochima;
Spinning around, nishporimo and dizzy for the same hour,
Two hares with mordants, є to home.
Kudi yak fun! Axis vechir: khurtovina viє;
The candle burns darkly; be upset, your heart is not;
On kraplі, I generally kovt otrut nudgi.
I want to read; eyes over the letters kovzayut,
And the thoughts are far away ... I close the book;
I take a pen, siju; forcibly virivate
Muzy has no connection with words.
Until the sound, the sound is not going ... I am consuming all the rights
Over Rome, over my wondrous servant:
Vіrsh mlyavo stretch, cold and foggy.
Intolerance, with lyroy, I pin the super-wire ...

***

Winter evening

Our old hovel
I am sum and dark.
Well, my granny,
Have you applied for bilya wikna?
Abo the storm
Ty, my friend, stomlena,
Abo write off pid dzizhchannyam
Your spindle?

Vip'єmo, good friend
Bidnoy youth of the world,
Vip'єmo of grief; what a gurt?
Sertsyu will be more cheerful.
Sleep on my song, yak tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sleep on me a song, yak devchina
The vrantsi went out for the water.

Storm with the sweetness of the sky,
Vikhori snigovi krupyachi;
Those, yak zvir, won,
Those cry, yak child.
Vip'єmo, good friend
Bidnoy youth of the world,
VIP'єmo of grief: de f gurta?
Sertsyu will be more cheerful.

***

Vrantzi vchora boards
Vіkon knocking into the skla,
Fog over the ground
Standing up in a lump.

Opіvdnі boards ceased
І, shho big fluff,
After falling for a snack.

Nich passed. Rosvidnilosya.
Nemaє nowhere hmarki.
Light and clean,
І rychka froze.

Hello, winter guest!
Please welcome to us
Pisnі pіvnіchі spіvati
On the woods and steppes.

Є razdolla with us, -
Go for a walk:
Build bridges on rivers
І kilimi rostelyaє.

We don’t have to zvikati, -
Let the frost be tricked:
Our Russian shelter
Burn in the cold! ***

Ivan Nikitin

Zimova nich in the village

have fun
Misyats over the village;
Biliy snig libisku
Blue vognnik.

mіsyatsі exchanges
God's temple of the lavas;
Chrest from chmaras,
Yak sv_chka, burn.

Empty, self-contained
Sonne sat down;
hurtovin gliboko
Hati skidded.

silence nima
In the streets empty,
І don't feel like barking
Crazy watchmen ...

***

First snig

Wedges, fires and flashes, -
Holy light from the world!
Birches burn in pearls,
Chorno-golі vchora.

Tse is the region of the world,
Tse - primari і ni!
All subjects of old prose
By the charm

Eksipazh, pishohodi,
On blakitі bіliy dim.
Life of people and life of nature
Sponsored by the new and saints.

Witness mriy,
Life with a dream of gras,
Cei svit charms,
Cei svit zі sіbla!

***

Oleksandr Prokof

Winter-winter

On the road along the straight
Yshla winter with frosts
Yshla winter to my dodomu -
Snig was making rhyme.

During the winter, two khurtovini
Snow that died, milini,
Snig zlita, yak wanted,
I threw crystals.

Sergiy Kozlov

snizhinki

Behind the end - khurtovina,
Behind the end is darkness,
Marvel one on one
Sleep in the booth.
And the little girls are circling -
All їm darma! -
With a bare shoulder.
Wedmedic plush
Sleep in your codend
І in piv-vukha hearingє
Khurtovina for Vіknom.
Old, siva,
With a kryzhanoi fire,
zavіryuha shkandibaє
Baboy-Yagoi.
And the little girls are circling -
All їm darma! -
In light cloth with lace,
With a bare shoulder.
Thin nizhki -
Myakі chobіtki,
Bilius sliver -
Dzvіnky heel.

Oleksandr Yashin

Feed the birds

Feed the birds!
Come on from usіkh kіntsіv
Before you get angry, yak before,
Flocks for ganks.
Nebagati їkh feed.
Eating grain is required,
Zhmenya alone - i is not scary
It will be winter.
Skіls to guine їkh - do not be evil,
Bachiti is important.
And even in our heart є
І warm for birds.
Hiba can be forgotten:
They could fly
And have run out of winter
Along with people.
Attract birds to frost
Until then,
Schob without pissen did not come
Let us celebrate the spring!

Dvirnik-did Moroz

In a fur coat, in a hat, in a shower jacket
The doorman smoking a pipe,
І, carried on the benches,
Doorkeeper snig saying:

"Ty litaєsh, are you melting?
There is nothing to be seen here!
Pidmitati, disassembled,
Tilki useless metesh!
So what am I talking about?
I'll sit down and smoke like that. "

Dvirnik pipe smoking, smoking ...
First and foremost, to make friends,
І zіtkhaє, і posіkhaє,
І raptus zina.

Look-but, Manya ... - shouting Vanya.
Bachish, opudalo sit
I ochima-loams
To marvel at my metlu.
Did Moroz that kids

Tse nachebto of the young grandmother,
It's just Did Frost,
Come on, give yom to the caps,
So grabbing yogo for n_s! "

And yak out yak!
The yak will knock with his feet!
So yak hide in the lava,
So shout in Russian:

"If you are already cold -
Yak hapati me for n_s! "

***

I am issov in winter, in the swamps
At the galoshes,
In the drop
I in the eyepieces.
Suddenly the river flew along the river
On metal
Gachkakh.

I have run shvidshe to the river,
And win big set off to the forest,
After breaking two planks until nіg,
assign,
Podpignyl
І znik.

The first time I am standing y little children,
First thinking, knowing the eyepieces:
"Yaki divnі
planks
І nezumіlі
Hacks! "

***

Mikhailo Isakovsky

Winter evening

For the end in the white field -
Sutinok, viter, snigove ...
Ti sidish, melodiously, at school,
The lights have their own.

Winter evening Korotya,
Fucked over the table:
Chi then write, or read,
Do you think about it?

Last day - in classes empty,
The old booth is quiet,
First and foremost,
Today is one.

Through the wind, through the hurtovini
Sportied all the roads,
Chi don't come before you girlfriend
Spend the evening at once.

I swept the note of the road, -
Making your way is not easy.
Ale vogon in your vіkontsі
It can be seen farther away.

***

Sergiy Asunin

Spivay winter - see,
Volokhaty lis zakolisuє
Pine trees.
Around with tight gliboka
To pour into a distant land
Sivi Khmari.

And in the yard there is a blizzard
Kilim shovkovim to creep,
Ale is sorely cold.
Gorobchiki grailivi,
Yak children are lonely,
Bіlya vіkna squeezed.

Little birds are frozen
Hungry, hungry,
І squeeze out shilnishhe.
And the hurtovina with a roar of shalen
Knocking on hanging shutters
I get angry more and more.

І dreaming birds nіzhni
Під cі vikhori sіgovі
At the frozen window.
І dream їm beautiful,
In smiles the sun is clear
Krasunya spring.

***

Birch

Bila birch
From my wink
I got caught with a snig,
Precisely by s_blom.
On fluffy spirits
with a border
brushes were released
Biliy fringe.
I varto birch
At sleepy silence,
І burn snіzhinki
At the golden fire.
And the dawn, lіnivo
Go around with a stake
obsipa gilki
With a new srіblom.

stara khatinka

stara khatinka
All in the snigu varto.
Granny-granny
Z vіkna wonder.
Onukam-Shalunishka
For a number of snig.
fun ditlakham
Shvidkikh sled big ...
Bigayut, confused,
To play with a sleepy booth,
dzvinko moonlight
Voice with a stake ...
There will be a small booth
Zhvava gra ...
Chill your fingers, -
It's time for the houses!
I'll have some tea tomorrow,
Look from the window -
And the same booth rostanuv,
Spring is in the yard!

***

Nekrasov Mikola

Little man z nigtik

Once, in a cold winter time
I am z lisu viyshov; after a severe frost.
I am amazed to be walking uphill
Konyachka, I'm taking a chmizu viz.

І simple and important, calm,
Konyachka veda for a little man
In the great chobots, in a sheepskin casing,
In great mittens ... and he himself is a nigtik!

"Great, boy!" - Come on by! -
“It’s so ugly, I’ll be surprised!
Firewood stars? "- Z lisu, zvіsno;
Father, chuєsh, rubaє, and I see it.
(In the fox the lunav Sokir is a woodcutter.) -

"Well, does dad have a big family?" -
Sem'ya is great, that two people
All men: my father, so I ... -
“So he's out there! And yak call you? "

Vlas. - "And what about you?" -
Shosty past ...
- Well, dead! - shouting the baby in a bass,
Tearing for the little bridle and straightening it up.

snizhok

Snіzhok purkhaє, circling,
On the street it was bіlo.
І kalyuzhki were re-made
In the cold slope.

Chaffinches slept a little,
S'ogodnі - hang on! -
Yak rosy apple,
On gilkakh sіgurі.

Snowy licks,
Craid yak, squeaky and dry,
І catch ore kishka
Merry big flies.

***

For whom spivash, blizzard,
Have the horns?
- For the little ones-weed,
It's good to sleep in the barloz.

***

First snig

Winter cold has vanished
On the fields and on the fox.
Scrap purple lit up
Before the sky sets.

In the night, the storm violated,
And on a svitanka to the village,
At the rates, at the empty garden
The first snig suffered.

First year over wide
With a white tablecloth of glades
We said goodbye to the memory
with a key of geese .

***

A.S. Pushkin

Winter wound

Frost that sun; day of miracles!
Sleep again, one charming -
It's time, pretty girl, come in:
Look close to the young
Nazustrich pivnichniy Avrori,
Become a bright winter!

Evening, ti pam'yataєsh, the khurtovina was angry,
On the kalamutny sky, the emla was worn;
Misyats, yak blida plyama,
Kryz hmari pogmury zhovtila,
The first amount of money was sitting -
And nini ... hang on to the window:

pid blue skies
Wonderful kilims
Vibliskuchi on the sleep, lie on the sleep;
foresight lis one black,
І yalina krіz іnіy green,
I rychka shine with ice.

The whole room is burshtinovy blisk
Osyan. fun tricky
Thrіshit flooded pіch.
Think at the couch.
Ale know: chi do not lead chi to the sled
Harness the borax to the box?

Kovzayuchi on the ranked snig,
Friend of miles, viddamosya bigu
impatient horse
I see empty fields,
Lisy, recently covered with thick,
I shore, miles for me.

Oleksandr Pushkin

Yde charivnytsya - winter,
She came, rozzled with shackles
Hanged on the boughs of oak trees,
Lagla with swaggering kilim
In the middle of the fields near pagorbivs.
Brega z Nedvizhniy rikoy
I was growing with a fluffy shroud;
Blinking frost, and radi mi
Vitivka mother-winter.
Snig! Snig! Snig!

Oleksandr Pushkin

Axis pivnich, khmari naganyayuchi,
With a chuckle, curling - and the axis itself
Yde charivnytsya - winter,
She came, rozsipala; shackles
Hanged on the boughs of oak trees,
Lagla with swaggering kilim
In the middle of the fields near pagorbivs.
Brega z Nedvizhniy rikoy
I was growing with a fluffy shroud;
Blinking frost, and radi mi
The mothers' wives are winter.

Pushkin Oleksandr

About the novel "Evgeniy Ongin"

Have a toy rik autumn weather
It was standing in the yard,
Zimi checked, nature checked.
Snig vipav tilki in sichnі
On the third in the night. Throwing early,
Tetyana kicked in at Vіkno
Vrantzi pobilili dvir,
Curtini, coverings and parkan,
On the glasses of light v_zerunki,
Trees in the winter environment,
Forty merry in the yard
І m'yako vistelenі burn
Winter is a bore kilim.
Everything is bright, everything was staked.

Zimova nich

Chi will not improve the day zusil is shining,
Chi does not tolerate the darkness of the waters of the water.
Winter on earth, and dim vogniv bezsily
Straighten the booth, lay down.

Lіkhtarіv bunks and dahіv donuts and chornim dumplings
According to the big one - the jamb of the mansion:
Tse is a pansky booth, and I am a tutor in a new one.
I am alone - I sent the spati to the school.

Do not check anyone. Ale - tightly curtain.
The sidewalk is bumpy, the ganks are swept up.
Memory, it’s not ruffled! Grow up with me! Uviruyut!
Having started singing to me, I am alone with you.

Do you know about her? Ale, I am not a time of grasping.
Who is the last term, who is now on the next?
That blow - everything was dazed. Until you decide
Dear її, now for me baiduzha.

Sidewalk in the bumps. Mіzh sіgovih ruins
Frozen dances of naked black krizhin.
Lіkhtarіv rolls. and on the trumpets, yak the pugach,
Drowning in the feast, in the public dim.

I know winter

It is round and easy and unimportant,
The snowflake sat down on the slope.
Ishov in the night snig thick and bilious -
See the snig in the room light.
Trochus to powder the flying fluff,
On the first day of winter, it rises.
Yak leather day, more and more beautiful,
More and more beautifully new ric ...
winter pictures
Tsucenya truant tіtka.
The puppy is separated from the witness.
I axis on the briuchu poloti
Fly the crows for the tsucenas.
Viblisku cnig ...
Yaka dribnytsya!
Sadness, where did you go?

it's cold

Viter on terraces,
It's cold in the wheelchair!
On Andriykovy - tilogriyki,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Swarthy scarf Andriykovi
The sisters were brought.

Vin sit, ledve dyhayuchi,
In tilogriytsi with a string.
Yak to the pole, baby
The sisters arranged.

Call before the cold! -
I will explain to the Holy. -
І winter come before us,
And not just lito.

***

David Samoilov

winter has come

At the first time
osklyanyli
Eyes of the water.
Have a different day
cursed
Shoulders of the earth.
At the third generation
spree
remarks
Zimi.

At the first time
I have fallen in spirit.
Have a different day
I check for a miracle.
And in the third day,
Yak snig having fallen,
I have become good,
Winter has come.

***
Ivan Surikov

winter

Biliy snig, fluffy
At the turn of the circle
І quietly down to earth
Padaє, lie.

І pіd ranok sіgom
The field is bloody
like a shroud
The yogo is all over.

Dark fox with a hat
Wonderful
I fell asleep before her
Mitsno, not awake ...

God’s days are short,
To light a little dream, -
Axis came frost -
The first winter has come.

snіzhinka

Light-fluffy,
Snowflake Bila,
Yaka is clean
Yaka smiliva!

dear boisterous
Easy to zip
Not at the time,
To ask for the ground.

azure is wonderful
Vona left
To myself in hopelessness
I threw off the land.

The exchanges shine
Kovzak, vmila,
Among the plastics of tanuchikh
Saved-bila.

For the believers in the morning
Tremble, tremble,
Nyomu, plekaє,
Light goydaєatsya.

yogo goydalki
Vona is invited,
Z yogo khurtovin
Spinning crazy.

Ale axis
The road is far away
The earth is hungry,
Zirka kryshtaleva.

Lie down fluffy,
Snowflake is smiliva.
Yaka is clean
Yaka bila!

Kostyantin Balmont

Spivay winter - see,
Volokhaty lis zakolisuє
Pine trees.
Around with tight gliboka
To pour into a distant land
Sivi Khmari.

And in the yard there is a blizzard
Kilim shovkovim to creep,
Ale is sorely cold.
Gorobchiki grailivi,
Yak children are lonely,
Bіlya vіkna squeezed.

Little birds are frozen
Hungry, hungry,
І squeeze out shilnishhe.
And the hurtovina with a roar of shalen
Knocking on hanging shutters
I get angry more and more.

І dreaming birds nіzhni
Під cі vikhori sіgovі
At the frozen window.
І dream їm beautiful,
In smiles the sun is clear
Krasunya spring.

Sergiy Asunin

Natalia Kalachova. Winter fantasy

The picture is divine
Yak ty me is dear:
Bila Rivnina,
New month,

The light of the high skies,
І blisky snig,
I sleigh distant
Samotn_y bіg.

Afanasy Fet

Snigov zam'at twist the rhino,
Race someone else's trike across the field.

To rush to the traits of someone else's youth.
De mochastya? De my joy?

We live with a whirlwind of everything
The axis is on the same shalenoyu three.

Sergiy Asunin

Dream wintering chi metaє
On a new svіy promin scythe -
Nyou shouldn't be dumbstruck,
Win all slept and blink
With a flowing beauty.

Fedir Tyutchev

fantasy

Yak live statues, in the scraps of the thousandth syayva,
Crumbs three outlines of pines, birches and birches;
Vishchy lis spokiyno dramaє, yaskraviy blisk Misyatsya sprymaє
The first remnants of the wind will be heard, all the vikonaniyah of those mriy.
I feel a quiet haystack of hurtovini, whisper pine trees, whisper ili,
It is a pleasure to rest at my oxamite lazy,
They are not guessed about, they are not cursing about anything,
The sound of the strings is sleek, to the sounds of hearing.

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І tight, і seizure, - just to see the star,
Like the light boards of the structure, - and the trees should think,
Those that people can't dream of, no one and no one.
The spirits of the night are rushing, the spirits of the night are hidden,
About the first year of glibokoi pivnichi to rush the spirits through the forest.
To torment you, to turbo? Shho, yak worm'yak, is it tame grise?
Why can't you sing the heavenly anthem?

It sounds more and more powerful, more and more in the new catch,
Innocent striving is innocent sadness, -
Similarly, їkh rest is trivial, spraga viri, spraga of God,
It’s like they have so much torment, like їm chogos Skoda.
And Misyats is all llє syaivo, i without bush, without countrymen,
Crumbs three-fold the outlines of Vishky Kazkov stovburiv;
All the stinks are so sweetly dreaming, I can hear the stacks,
І from calmness to sleep the chats of clear svitlich dreams.

Kostyantin Balmont

Winter road

The cry of the fog
Wade through the month,
In the sum of Galyavin
Llє sumno light won.
On the road of winter, boring
Tryka hort bizhit,
dzvіnochok spіvsoundny
It's tired to make up.
I feel like it’s rіdne
In the most recent songs of the visitor:
Those brawlers are daring,
Those heart tight ...
No fire, no black hati,
Glushin and snig .... For a start
Only versts of dark
Trap alone ...
It's boring, sumno ..... tomorrow, Nina,
Tomorrow turning to sweetness,
I will forget bilya kamena,
I will not look in on the spot.
Voiced shooter is godinna
To make a worldly colo,
І, I see you annoying,
Pivnich will not separate us.
Sumno, Nina: shlyakh my tedious,
My driver fell silent asleep,
The dzvіnochok is one-sounding,
The millennial face is obscured.

A.S. Pushkin

The creak of the crocus vdovzh vidovzh bilich,
Vogniks from afar
On the walls it drowned
Shine crystals.
Vіd vіy looming in the eyes
Sleeping fluff,
Silence cold nights
Borrow the spirit.

Viter to sleep, and everything is nimin,
Just go to sleep;
It is clear that he is afraid of himself
Dikhnuti in the frost.

Afanasy Fet

chest wound

On the sky, the month - and not
Have not yet sprinkled a tin,
Panun sob, not grasping,
But the axis is still stirring day, -

I want it lіnivo і timidly
Vinik's ray behind the exchange,
And the sky is so whole
Nichny syaє celebration.

Ale do not pass two or three seconds,
Nich to viparuyutsya above the earth,
I in general have shown
Rapt to hunt us down the day ...

Fedir Tyutchev

Birch

Bila birch
From my wink
I got caught with a snig,
Precisely by s_blom.

On fluffy spirits
with a border
brushes were released
Biliy fringe.

I varto birch
At sleepy silence,
І burn snіzhinki
At the golden fire.

And the dawn, lіnivo
Go around with a stake
obsipa gilki
With a new srіblom.

Sergiy Asunin

Kostyantin Oleksiyovich. Winter kravid

First snig

Wedges, fires and flashes, -
Holy light from the world!
Birches burn in pearls,
Chorno-golі vchora.

Tse is the region of the world,
Tse - primari і ni!
All subjects of old prose
By the charm

Eksipazh, pishohodi,
On blakitі bіliy dim.
Life of people and life of nature
Sponsored by the new and saints.

Witness mriy,
Life with a dream of gras,
Cei svit charms,
Cei svit zі sіbla!

Valeriy Bryusov

Winter wound

Frost that sun; day of miracles!
Sleep again, one charming -
It's time, pretty girl, come in:
Look close to the young
Nazustrich pivnichniy Avrori,
Become a bright winter!

From the dark skies
Wonderful kilims
Vibliskuchi on the sleep, lie on the sleep;
Prosory lis one chornin,
І yalina krіz іnіy green,
I rychka shine with ice.

The whole room is burshtinovy blisk
Osyan. fun tricky
Thrіshit flooded pіch.
Think at the couch.
Ale know: chi do not lead chi to the sled
Harness the borax to the box?

Kovzayuchi on the ranked snig,
Friend of miles, viddamosya bigu
impatient horse
I see empty fields,
Lisy, recently covered with thick,
I shore, miles for me.

Oleksandr Pushkin

Shishkin. At pivnich from Santa Claus

At pivnich from Santa Claus

It’s worth it at home from Santa Claus
On the bare tops of the tree.
І dry, goyadayuchis, і hoarse snig
Dressed, yak with a garment, won.
І dream ї everything, in a wasteland far ї -
At that land, de sontsya skid,
One and a sum on a steep slope
The growth of the palm tree is beautiful.

Mikhailo Lurmontov

I'm delirious for the first time.
The heart of the convoy lost strength.
Evening with a blue candle
Above the road of my sacred.

I don’t know - is it light or dark?
In part of the winter spivan il piven?
May I freeze winter in the fields,
Tse swans sіli on the meadow.

Good tee, about the smooth surface!
My shelter is light frost.
So i want to cuddle
Bare breasts are bare.

About lisova, drimucha dregs!
About the fun of the snowy fields!
So I want to close my hands
Above the willow willows

Sergiy Asunin

Shishkin. Winter forest

Savrasov. Winter kravid

Winter is frosty mitznish, after the wink there is a circle of snow, the rum'yan children are fun to play with, and at home it is warm, calm ... Now sit at home, if there is such a beautiful beauty!

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News about winter for children and grown-ups

Colorize winter:
Fringe on the garment
3 shrieks of small holes,
Zirochok-snizhinok.
All in diamonds, pearls,
At Riznokolorovyh vogniks,
LLє near syaivo,
In a whisper spell:
- Lie down, myakі snigu,
On the fox and on the bows,
Cover the stitches
Gilki pubescent!
At the end, Did Moroz,
Throw the Krishtalev Trojans
Lungs bachennya,
Cunning gossip.
Ty, blizzard, miracle,
Run round and round
Suspension vichor bilim
In the field posiv_v!
Sleep, my land, sleep
Keep your dreams:
Wait, dressed in brocade,
New party!
M. Pozharova

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it's cold

Viter on terraces,
It's cold in the wheelchair!

On Andriykovy - tilogriyki,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Swarthy scarf Andriykovi
The sisters were brought.

Vin sit, ledve dyhayuchi,
In tilogriytsi with a string.
Yak to the pole, baby
The sisters arranged.

Call before the cold! -
I will explain Sveta.
І winter come before us,
And not just lito.
Agnia Barto

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Winter sleep

I dreamed of burning in the night ...
Visoka mountain,
That herself, z yakoi
Go for a ride.
Mi to the village near
We dashed along the walls,
First nights sleep and sleep,
Blisky snig and lizhny
The whole hour I dreamed about.
Agnia Barto

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Winter evening

Storm with the sweetness of the sky,
Vikhori snigovi krupyachi;
Those, yak zvir, won,
Those crying, yak child,
Those on the cover of the old
To rustle with a raptom with straw,
Those, like the road trip,
Until we have finally caught.
Our old hovel
I am sum and dark.
Well, my granny,
Have you applied for bilya wikna?
Abo the storm
Ty, my friend, stomlena,
Abo write off pid dzizhchannyam
Your spindle?
Vip'єmo, good friend
Bidnoy youth of the world,
Sertsyu will be more cheerful.
Sleep on my song, yak tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sleep on me a song, yak devchina
The vrantsi went out for the water.
Storm with the sweetness of the sky,
Vikhori snigovi krupyachi;
Those, yak zvir, won,
Those cry, yak child.
Vip'єmo, good friend
Bidnoy youth of the world,
Vip'єmo of grief; what a gurt?
Sertsyu will be more cheerful.
A.S. Pushkin

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sly sled

My sleigh ride myself,
Without a motor, without a horse,
Once at the time of my sleigh
Tikayut from me.
Chi will not rise to the top,
Sleds - in the morning and in the big ...
My sleigh ride myself,
From a motor, without a horse.
And along the mountain of my sleigh
Check me behind the notice.
Inaudible, boring їm
Pidnimatisya up the hill alone.
І. Bursov

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In winter it's all more fun

In winter it's all more fun
Sisti to rude at the worms,
The cakes are hot,
Have a note with freebies,
All bets on kovzans obbigti
I thrashed all at once in the lizhko.

In the spring, everything is more cheerful
Scream in the middle of green fields,
Sit on barbosky pagorbi
I think about Bila Zimi,
Puffy verbi lamati
І to the lake kamennya kidati.

And all the more fun
Cherry bite glue
Bathing, splitting on hvilya,
Bilka from pine to pine,
Bagattya rozpalyuvati bilya rychki
І behold the hairs in the field ...

Ale is more cheerful!
Those draining be seen from the gillok,
Those rves in the city of peas,
You will grow moss with horns ...
The hammer hammer is far away - I live on the wagons to the ground ...
Sasha Chorniy

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Birch

Bila birch from my vikny
I got caught with a sibling, as if with a siblom.
On fluffy spikes with a slick border
The brushes were let loose with a whitish fringe.
I varto birch in sleepy silence,
І burn the little girls in the golden fire.
And the dawn, lіnly bypassing around,
Obsipa gіlki with a new srіblom.
Sergiy Asunin

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Winter has come

Winter has come merry
With kovzans and sanchats,
3 lids powdered,
From the charming old kazkoy.
On yalintsi potsyatskovaniy
Lіkhtariki goidayutsya.
Come on, winter is fun
It's not over yet!
I. Chernitskaya

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On kovzans

Mchu, yak vіter on kovzans
Uzdovzh knotsya ...
Mittens on hands
Hat on mac ...
One two! axis i lick ...
One i two! not spreading a little ...
One two! mіtsnіche on socks!
Zakhrustiv, quacked the ice,
Viter dme on the right.
Yalinki-Vovki! new go-
Zi bet in the ditch ...
One two! on a slimy road ...
One i two! funny little girls ...
One two! forward і forward ...
Sasha Chorniy

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snigur

vibigav sooner
Marvel at the sniguriv.
Arrived, arrived,
Zgrayku zustrіli hurtovini!
A Frost-Chervoniy Nis
Їm ryabinki principles.
Good welcome,
Good pidsolodiv.
We winter in the evenings piznim
Yaskravo-chervonya grona.
A. Prokofiev

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I know what you need to think of

I know what you need to come up with,
It didn't get any bigger than winter,
To replace high notes
Nearby the humps were green.

I wonder at the bottle
Green color
First and foremost winter
To transform into lito.
Agnia Barto

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winter

Biliy snig
I quietly falls to the ground, lie down.
First of all,
Like a shroud, the whole yogi was pulled together.
A dark fox with a hat
I fell asleep before her mizno, soundly ...
God’s days are short, the sun is not enough to light,
The axis came frosty - and winter has come.
A peasant laborer vityagnuv sanishki,
Dreams will burn ditlahs.
Already for a long time the peasant has been checking in the winter and cold,
I hut with straw wines stole the call.
Schob did not penetrate into the hut vіter crіz schіline,
Chi did not inflate b snig hurtovini and note.
Vin is now calm - everything is haunted,
The first is not a terrible, angry frost, angry.
І. Surikov

Kostyantin Balmont "Snowflake"

Light-fluffy,
Snowflake Bila,
Yaka is clean
Yaka smiliva!

dear boisterous
Easy to zip
Not at the time,
To ask for the ground.

azure is wonderful
Vona left
To myself in hopelessness
I threw off the land.

The exchanges shine
Kovzak, vmila,
Among the plastics of tanuchikh
Saved-bila.

For the believers in the morning
Tremble, tremble,
Nyomu, plekaє,
Light goydaєatsya.

yogo goydalki
Vona is invited,
Z yogo khurtovin
Spinning crazy.

Ale axis
The road is far away
The earth is hungry,
Zirka kryshtaleva.

Lie down fluffy,
Snowflake is smiliva.
Yaka is clean
Yaka bila!

Єvgen Baratinsky

Afanasy Fet

Mati! take a look at the meeting -
Nobles, it's not a good idea kishka
Umivala nis:
The dirt is dumb, the whole door is tight,
About, more -
Apparently є frost.

Chi is not prickly, light blue
According to the list of developments in the
Hang on ho t!
Nemov hto torovatiy
Svizhoi, biloi, fluffy cotton wool
Having tidied everything up.

Now there will be no dispute:
For sanchata ta y uphill
Fun big!
Really, Mom? Chi is not vidmovish,
And she, melodiously, will say:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"

Afanasy Fet

The picture is divine
Yak ty me is dear:
Bila Rivnina,
New month,

The light of the high skies,
І blisky snig,
I sleigh distant
Samotn_y bіg.

Afanasy Fet

The creak of the crocus vdovzh vidovzh bilich,
Vogniks from afar
On the walls it drowned
Shine crystals.
Vіd vіy looming in the eyes
Sleeping fluff,
Silence cold nights
Borrow the spirit.

Viter to sleep, and everything is nimin,
Just go to sleep;
It is clear that he is afraid of himself
Dikhnuti in the frost.

Samuil Marshak "ROUND RIK. SICHEN"

Open calendar -
To fix now.

In the home, in the home
Bagato snigu near the yard.

Snig - on the dakha, on the gank.
A dream in the sky.
To heat the stoves at our booth,
In the sky dim ide stop.

Samuil Marshak "ROUND RIK. LUTIY"

Smoke vіtry in fierce,
Whine in the trumpets with a voice.
Snake on the ground
Light drift.

Over the Kremlin wall -
Lіtakіv lanka.
Glory to the Ridnoi Army
It's the day of the nation!

Sergiy Mikhalkov "BILI VIRSHI"

Fedir Tyutchev

Dream wintering chi metaє
On a new svіy promin scythe -
Nyou shouldn't be dumbstruck,
Win all slept and blink
With a flowing beauty.

Danilo Kharms

I am issov in winter, in the swamps
At the galoshes,
In the drop
I in the eyepieces.
Suddenly the river flew along the river
On metal
Gachkakh.

I have run shvidshe to the river,
And win big set off to the forest,
After breaking two planks until nіg,
assign,
Podpignyl
І znik.

The first time I am standing y little children,
First thinking, knowing the eyepieces:
"Yaki divnі
planks
І nezumіlі
Gags! "

Mikhailo Isakovsky "Winter evening"

For the end in the white field -
Sutinok, viter, snigove ...
Ti sidish, melodiously, at school,
The lights have their own.

Winter evening Korotya,
Fucked over the table:
Chi then write, or read,
Do you think about it?

Last day - in classes empty,
The old booth is quiet,
First and foremost,
Today is one.

Through the wind, through the hurtovini
Sportied all the roads,
Chi don't come before you girlfriend
Spend the evening at once.

I swept the note of the road, -
Making your way is not easy.
Ale vogon in your vіkontsі
It can be seen farther away.

Sergiy Asunin

Spivay winter - see,
Volokhaty lis zakolisuє
Pine trees.
Around with tight gliboka
To pour into a distant land
Sivi Khmari.

And in the yard there is a blizzard
Kilim shovkovim to creep,
Ale is sorely cold.
Gorobchiki grailivi,
Yak children are lonely,
Bіlya vіkna squeezed.

Little birds are frozen
Hungry, hungry,
І squeeze out shilnishhe.
And the hurtovina with a roar of shalen
Knocking on hanging shutters
I get angry more and more.

І dreaming birds nіzhni
Під cі vikhori sіgovі
At the frozen window.
І dream їm beautiful,
In smiles the sun is clear
Krasunya spring.

Sergiy Asenin "BEREZA"

Oleksandr Blok "Old Hatinka"

stara khatinka
All in the snigu varto.
Granny-granny
Z vіkna wonder.
Onukam-Shalunishka
For a number of snig.
fun ditlakham
Shvidkikh sled big ...
Bigayut, confused,
To play with a sleepy booth,
dzvinko moonlight
Voice with a stake ...
There will be a small booth
Zhvava gra ...
Chill your fingers, -
It's time for the houses!
I'll have some tea tomorrow,
Look from the window -
And the same booth rostanuv,
Spring is in the yard!

Mikola Nekrasov "SNIZHOK"

Snіzhok purkhaє, circling,
On the street it was bіlo.
І kalyuzhki were re-made
In the cold slope.

Chaffinches slept a little,
S'ogodnі - hang on! -
Yak rosy apple,
On gilkakh sіgurі.

Snowy licks,
Craid yak, squeaky and dry,
І catch ore kishka
Merry big flies.

- For whom spivash, blizzard,
Have the horns?
- For the little ones-weed,
It's good to sleep in the barloz.

Bunin Ivan "PERSHIY SNIG"

Winter cold has vanished
On the fields and on the fox.
Scrap purple lit up
Before the sky sets.

In the night, the storm violated,
And on a svitanka to the village,
At the rates, at the empty garden
The first snig suffered.

First year over wide
With a white tablecloth of glades
We said goodbye to the memory
We use a key of geese.

A.S. Pushkin "WINTER RANOK"

Frost that sun; day of miracles!
Sleep again, one charming -
It's time, pretty girl, come in:
Look close to the young
Nazustrich pivnichniy Avrori,
Become a bright winter!

From the dark skies
Wonderful kilims
Vibliskuchi on the sleep, lie on the sleep;
Prosory lis one chornin,
І yalina krіz іnіy green,
I rychka shine with ice.

The whole room is burshtinovy blisk
Osyan. fun tricky
Thrіshit flooded pіch.
Think at the couch.
Ale know: chi do not lead chi to the sled
Harness the borax to the box?

Kovzayuchi on the ranked snig,
Friend of miles, viddamosya bigu
impatient horse
I see empty fields,
Lisy, recently covered with thick,
I shore, miles for me.

A.S. Pushkin