Poetic quotes about winter for children. Garní and beautiful verses about winter, about winter, and about snig. From the film "Yak, Train the Dragon"
The daughters of our children need to embrace love and see nature and beauty. Children know about the vitvor of mystery, literature, in which images of the unrepeatable manifestation of nature. The train awakens in the children of an emotional and creative mood.
Winter gives joy to children: the stench of loving gratis in a girl, riding sleds, kovzans. ... Power up the children, how can you call winter tenderly? , Zimushka, Charivnitsa, Charivnitsa. Who do I call that? Vaughn to create chaklunism: she enchanted the fox, she slept with a warm hat, she covered the tree in the garn, lit up the skiff.
As a matter of fact, the divine steps of offensiveness in quiet themes, which are obsessed with Russian poets, stretching through the table: at home, history, mortality, natural light... Dekilka poets in the anthology of Smeet saw the tsvintari, who showed the shanu the literary decline; Accepted chotiri from them wrote vershi about Pasternak's grave at Peredilkin. The heart of the fight against the gaping identity; Yosip Brodskiy sings, "the Russian sings that American realist", who can, having managed to overcome the struggle, more and more writing is still busy with the cim.
Russian poets wrote a lot of good things about winter, showed Suvoriy character, beauty winter landscapes... It is a charge of nature to sleep, the whole earth is covered with a crunch, rychki with ice.
Reading Russian poets about winter landscapes, enjoy yourself charismatic light miracles, de panuyut your laws.
Our zavdannya is to learn about the children with Russian poets and read from the children garnie verses about winter. Don't let the kids start figuratively mislity, fantasize, show all the beauty winter nature... Virshi add to the development of the child's memory, to wiggle the aesthetic feeling. Read the children to read virshi thoughtfully, vividly, see the words, here the voice is lowering.
Nagorodzheniy sings with a prize, joining the team with a great effect. It’s good to read, from the brilliant and explicit early robots from the politically employed “Black Suits”. As a doctor in psychology, she is now living with Moscow and as a correspondent for radio "Svoboda". The design of the robot has become confused and misplaced; “After reading the anti-Putin melody, - just write, - at festivals organized by the administration”.
On the Sicilian volcano Etna ta in the Zen Monastery, Jochen Winters wrote in a verse "neimovirno unmistakably". The third volume of the lyric, the real thing, is the theme of the primordial cosmic forces, which appear in the midst of Shvidkoplinnyh svitla, lead that povitrya. Our maybutn should be imposed on the zirkam. But everything was the same: the mother was sifted to the spotted point, as it was brought to the Great Vibukh. The first people of the family, such as the sun and the earth. Neymovyrno, how to navigate through 15 million rocky pislya Great vibuhu Anything else can be plugged in.
If I see the words with my onukoy, then I see the words, see them, speak with the viraz. Do not just tell, but let everything pass through your soul. Vchimya beautifully read vershi.
I will propound to you the Christmas holidays, take a ride at the light of the Russian journey, read the news about winter, reveal all the beauty of winter landscapes. Winter gives us a lot of surprises at once. Ale mi represent the winter as described by the classics.
For the New Law ...
Nowhere you can not stay penetrated, below the summits of the volcano. On the legendary Sicilian volcano Etna Jochen Winters virshi "Slidi nezmirni". Feet on fresh water, the rozkol of people and nature has become a myth. What is the knowledge of the people?
Do you know win, like zbudzhuvati root, and the leaves and leaves grow perpendicular to the light, which is fired by force of strength? A sign of witness, so it can also be seen at the top. A poetic subject is to turn to the corny of elementary energy, to pass through all matter. Cosmic cobs or forces, which are in the high-sprinkled light 3MI, water and so on. Їх non-stop rucks and cyclic rhythms є mental power of all living things. As morphological basic laws, the stench describes the nature of the roots of the trees, the chicks and the stems, the concentric chicks in the drinking water, the spirits of the chicks and the pine needles.
Garni vershi Russian poets about winter
Frost - Voєvoda
N. Nekrasov
Do not wither over the boron,
The streaks did not beat from the gir.
Frost - Voєvoda watch
Bypass your volodinnya.
Marvel - chi dobre hurtovini
Loose stitches are frozen,
І chi nemaє de trischini, schilini,
Loop of istoti, scho roozhuє, rozkrivaє, rozgortatsya, extinguish, know. Otrimannya: Buttya, inherited a wicked eye, nothing in the new. Protect the skin tilishaєtsya around, serpentine. The poet's master is showing the universal alphabet in his own verses. Cyclic energy is manifested in Winter's verses in rhythmic stanzas, in three verses, in a smooth flow and in a medium-sized rosmitt. In winter, transfer the collegiality, the vibrations and vibrations of living matter to vlast. Itself is a move for the help of an uninterrupted exchange, for an additional resonance and for the development of a circle between words, for a dynamic distribution and cyclical circularity of nature.
And why is it that there is no bare earth?
Chi fluffy pines of the tops,
Chi garniy vіzerunok on oaks?
І chi mіtsno skuti kryzhini
Do the great ones have those little waters?
Let's go through the trees krokuє,
Thrice on the frozen riches.
At the curly beard.
Winter
Ivan Surikov
Universally consumed power by a super-individual virase of quiet cob forces, partly by the author himself. Lyrically, its transfer is deprived of the role of the middle. In the ideal, singing and the top become just a transitory; like in three texts written by the Zen Monastery in the middle of the Virsha book.
Winter weather from the sea of the year, tomorrow from the sea. A cycle of three rounds under the name "Calligraphy", which is a book of spellings at the Dzensky Monastery, the warehouse is the center of the volume, divided into five cycles. The smell is like the pole of cosmic ruins, the author of Jochen Winter intends to transfer from his lyrical project "Slidi of the invisible".
Biliy snig fluffy,
We'll get sick at some time.
І quietly down to earth
Padaє, lie downє.
І pіd ranok sіgom
The field is bloody
Like a shroud
The yogo is all over.
Already a long time peasant
Check for winter and cold.
I hut with straw
Win curling call.
Shchob at the hut viter
Do not touch the edge of the line.
Do not cheat b snig
Zavіryuhi that khurtovini.
Quotes about the winter of foreign writers
Here, the main energy can be spiraling into the overwhelming spok_y. Space, for whom, in front of the "traces in the unmistakable," he will be impressed by the calm meditation. Buenos Aires is the cultural epicenter of Latin America, a cosmopolitan place, characterized by a rich intellectual capacity. Before the hour the fair will start to fire up and be filled with the lot of artists and guests from behind the cordon.
Among the authors of rock are Carlos Ruis Zafon, Alessandro Barikko, Arturo Perez-Reverte, Bernhard Schlink, John Katzenbach, Hav'or Cerkas, Yeggar Keret, Nelida Pinyon, Raul Zurita andator Ek Tobar. For successful negotiations and presentations at the International Fair and the Book Fair for Children and Young People, at the 43rd Fair, new international book toilets will be organized for the participation of young readers who are working in the Spanish regions. In addition, we have є special come in, as bloggers and bookstoreers started.
Win now spokiy
Close everything inside,
I youmu is not scary
Evil frost angry.
Dark fox, with a hat
Make a face with a miracle
I caught her
Mitsno, not awake.
God’s days are short,
It's not enough to light the dream,
Axis came frost
The first winter has come.
Worker-peasant
Vityag sleigh,
Snowy mountains
Youth competition
The whole crock, organizing on summer readers, will also be accompanied by the international presence of young writers in a stretch of several days during the Fair.
Zustrich "Great readers, great writers"
One of the most distinguished and most successful cycles. The fair for the participation of national and international events at the tables and conferences.Dialogue of Latin American Writers
Author from the European continent in the dialogue with your Argentinean colleagues, you have chosen the fifth type of Dialogue, who will come up with thoughts, disrupt literary problems, discuss professional strategies, and before you stimulate reading in the future.
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Spivak winter - aukak
Sergiy Asunin
Spivak winter - aukak,
volokhati lis zakolisuє
Stozvon pine forest.
Near the tight side
To splash at a distant land
Sivy Khmari.
And behind Vikny Khurtovina
Kilim shovkovym to creep,
Dialogue of Argentinean writers
In the fourth and fourth form, Argentine literature has turned to protagonist. Announcers, singers, and those of the community were exchanged admonishments, in which they were approaching the people, national and Latin American traditions. The whole competition is held at the time of the re-establishment of the applicants, in order to accept low nutrition, with small balls, before the magazine of special events and in the room of the Fairs from the views of the community.
International Usna rozpovid
Friday 5th weekday 7th May
It’s a vast space, like a sound of a sound, a sleepy word, and a start to appreciate the richness of the transmission. The third rounds of the cycle are pragmatic to the extent that they receive the consolidation of the notification message, the communication of the notification in the industrial sector, the city, the regions of the family and the professional.Ale is very cold.
Gorobchiki grailivi,
Yak children sirіtlivі,
Bilya vіkna curled up.
They took little birds,
Hungry, hungry,
І squeeze out shilnіshe.
And the roar with the roar of the shalen
Knocking on vіkonnitsyh we respect
I get angry more and more.
І dreaming birds nіzhni
Під cі vikhori snіzhnі
At the frozen window.
І dream їm beautiful,
International Poetry Festival
The whole space is built on the basis of the international education, it is assigned to the path and the addiction to words. Singing from Argentina and svitu presented themselves at the fair, giving concerts, expanding their creativity and discussing the current situation in the genre.
With such a rank, the marathon was pro-proponated as the space of socialization and motivation for reading, in which the artists and communities served as a bridge between the literature and the community. An even shorter genre, provocative, which means more and more, not those who are wrong, the same irony is more reasonable than the reader's anger. Mіkrofіtsіanіstі, scho take the fate, even sanctified at once with the youngest voices.
In smiles, the dream is clear
Birch
Bila birch
From my wink
I covered myself with a snig
Precisely by s_blom.
On fluffy gilkah
Snow obliteration
The brushes have been released
Bila fringe.
І cost birch
Sleepy silence.
І to burn snіzhinki
There is also one of the largest book exhibitions in the Latin America, which promotes cultural cycles Tse see the message, go straight to the display of specific food, linked from literature, mystery, history, science and my own. In such a rank, fairs are less likely to increase the number of additions to the cultural training of people, allowing them to open up a class for negotiation and exchange of ideas.
To develop that experimental culture
To the great fate of the Book Fairs, the program of seven courses of provincial and special events will be promoted. Propositions of ambitious and aggravated cultural problems. The most recent collection of presenters and theater critics. One s shorter ways learn about maybutnє literature. Radar of new writings and aesthetics through the activity of non-traditional formats: from the novel to the videos and festivals of reading, through seminars, interactive shows, conferences and parties.
At the golden fire.
And the dawn lіnivo
Walk around,
Obsipa gilki
With a new srіblom.
Zustrich winter
І. Nikitin
Privit, a winter guest!
Please welcome to us
Pіsnі pіvnіchі spіvati
On the woods and steppes.
Є rozdolla with us,
Go for a walk.
Bud bridges along the rivers
I kilimi rostilay.
We don’t have to zvikati.
Technological territory, from e-books... The requested experiment with your opinions is a great addition to the reading room available on the market. The whole region, on the other hand, was conceived that it was broken up for small visitors to the fair. Vin promoted a special program, ordered for an expanded child's book, including seminars, integration, come in, announce that show. In addition, in a new child of the library, as children can be victorious by the way for their relish.
Here we want an early contact from a book in an atmosphere of freedom and joy. Fairs are sacred and culturally sacred, for every development they grow and expand their traditions and culture. Lands and provinces, which take the fate of the vistavtsi, rob a specific day within the framework of the fair and get a special visit for the holy day. Smell from public demonstrations of typical dances, music shows, wine tasting, presentations of books and lectures by representative authors.
Let the frost twinkle:
Our Russian shelter
Burn in the cold.
Powder
S. Esenin
I go. quiet. Chuti ring
Save money for the SNIGU,
Tilki siri crows
Rose noise on pockets.
Enchantments invisible.
Drima lis for sleep,
Nemov by a bilya kosinkoy
The fairs are written together, which is one of the most popular cultural scenes in Latin America, as from rock to rik I will be able to show it directly by the authors and readers. One of the most typical leaflets for the introduction of the fair - one of the authors, who write books in the stands, supervise them with great curls, and check them on their own bill. The moment of the author's special creation from the reader is unique and becomes more important in the role, in view of the fact that the skin is taken from them to the house.
Great interest to St. Petersburg in the light of non-typical. It is possible, for those who are young, for those who are deprived of 300 rockyvs, and for those who are not very much needed; Possibly, to that, being still so young, the writing of his appeared to be a decline in his capital, grabbed by the htivism of his architecture; Mozhlvo, for romantic films and for all, who gave birth cold vіynu", St. Petersburg, a place at a party in Europe, like a change without a day, it’s just a little bit, conveying a straining magnetism.
A pine tree has grown.
Fucked up, yak old,
Leaned on a stick
And over the very makivka
Dovbaє is a woodpecker for a bitch.
Download the cinch. The space is rich,
Fill in the shawl і stele.
Unscented road
Tikak strichkoyu in the distance.
Chudova picture
Opanas Fet
Wonderful picture,
Yak ty me rіdna:
Bila Rivnina,
New month,
The light of the highest skies
І blisky snig,
I sleigh distant
Samotn_y bіg.
In the charming winter
Fedir Tyutchev
In the charming winter
Enchantments are worthless,
І before the snig fringe,
Unruly, nim,
Wonderful lives shine.
I cost wine, enchantments,
Not dead and not alive
Sleep enchantments,
All wrappings, all fetters
Light down with a lance.
Sonce chi zimove mosque
On a new svіy promіn oblique
Nyu does not need to doze off,
I’m sleeping all over
With a flowing beauty.
Oleksandr Fet
Mati! Look at the end
You know, it’s not for nothing kishka
Vmivala nis:
Brudu is dumb, the whole yard is drawn,
About, more -
Mabut, є frost.
Chi is not prickly, light blue,
According to the list of development projects.
Hang on ho t!
Nemov htos tarovaty,
Fresh, white, fluffy cotton wool
Having tidied up everything.
Now there will be no super-links.
For the sanchat, that up the hill
Fun tikati.
Is that right, Mom? Not vidmovish,
And herself, mabut, you will say:
"Well, shvidshe, go for a walk! "
At Christmas to the wild
Mikhailo Lurmontov
At a party, the wild stands alone
There is a pine tree on the bare tops.
І dry, goyadayuchis, і hoarse snig
Dressed, like a garment won.
I dream of a mustache, in a distant wilderness -
At that land, de sontsya skid,
One and a sum on the skeleton of a paliv
The growth of the palm tree is beautiful.
Winter wound
A. S. Pushkin
Frost that sun; day of miracles!
Shche ty drimaєsh, friendly charming.
It's time, pretty girl, come in:
Look at me
Nazustrich pivnichniy Avrori,
Come in the morning!
Evening, ti pam'yatash, the screaming was angry,
On the kalamutny sky, the emla was worn;
Misyats, yak blida plyama,
Kryz hmari pokmury zhovtili,
And ti sumna was sitting
And nini ... marvel at vіkno:
From the dark skies
Wonderful kilims
Shine on a dream to lie,
Prosory lis one chornin,
І yalina krіz іnіy green,
I rychka shine with ice.
The whole room is burshtinovy blisk
Osyan. Have fun tricky
Thrіshit flooded pіch.
Think bilya couches.
Ale know: don't punish the sled
Harness the ore box?
Kovza on the ranked snig,
Friend of miles, viddamosya bigu
Impatient horse.
I see empty fields,
Lisi, not so long ago, so thick,
I shore, miles for me.
Old hatinka
Oleksandr Blok
Old hatinka
All the snig is worth.
Old granny
I won’t be surprised.
Playful grandchildren
By the number of snig.
Have fun for kids
Shvidkikh sledges big ...
Bigayut, confused,
Play a sleigh booth,
There will be a snig booth
Zhvava gra.
Chill your fingers
It's an hour in the huts!
I'll have some tea tomorrow,
Look from the window.
And after roasting the booths,
Nadvory - Vienna!
Snig and snig
Oleksandr Blok
Snig and snig. Our hut skidded.
Sneg bilin round and round.
So frosty, light and bright!
Tіlki black steins.
I move from lips
It's time to catch up in the twilight.
He dimok vip from the pipes,
He sat at the end of the samovar.
The old man go to the table,
Fucking and dme on a saucer,
He and the grandmother jumped off from the rude,
І about ditlahs shimmery.
Lads took part, marvel,
Yak gra with kishka cossacks.
Raptom lads squeaky cossacks
Left back at the goat ...
Get out of the booth on the CIS space
a stench puffed on the sled.
Become naked with the screams of the doors.
We’ve gotten sick of the summer!
A club in nіs, eyes turned upside down
I put on a kudlat hat.
І cost win, thunderstorm child,
The axle is in place, the axle is buried in the frame!
І regret lads, shout,
They have a great day of Wiishov!
And I tried to marvel at onuk_v,
Do not overpower the child's luck.
The axis of such miracles about the winter of Russian singers can be read at once from the winter evenings.
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Winter is frosty miznish, after a wink there is a circle of snow, rum'yan children are fun to wiggle out of the car, and at home it is warm, quiet ... Read our picks about winter - you might want to go to the street and take a picture with the little girl ?! Now sit at home, if there was such a beauty behind him!
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Questions about winter for children and grown-ups
Winter embellished:
On a fringe
3 shrewd little footsteps,
Zirochok-snizhinok.
All in diamonds, pearls,
At Riznokolorovyh vogniks,
Pouring about syaivo,
Whisper incantation:
- Lie down, m'yakі snigi,
On the line, on the bows,
Cover the stitches,
Gilki to put it down!
At the end, Did Moroz,
Drop the Krishtalev Trojans
Lungs bachennya,
Tricky whips.
Tee, blizzard, divi,
Run around the backwater
Hello whirlwind bilim
We sat at the floor!
Sleep, my land, sleep
Take care of your charms:
Check, dressed in brocade,
New party!
M. Pozharova
***
It's cold
Wind on terraces,
It's cold at the top!
On Andriyka - tilogriyki,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Swarthy scarf Andriyko
The sisters brought.
Win sit, ledve dyhayuchi,
In tilogriytsi strings.
Yak to the pole, baby
The sisters arranged.
Call before the cold!
I will explain Svitlana.
І winter come before us,
And not deprive it of lito.
Agnia Barto
***
Winter sleep
I dreamed of burning in the night.
Visoka mountain,
The one with the
Go for a ride.
Mi to the neighbor's village
rushed along the walls,
First night sleep and lizhny,
Blisky snig and lizhny
I dreamed of weight for an hour.
Agnia Barto
***
Winter evening
Storm with the sweetness of the sky,
Vikhori snigovi cool;
Those, yak zvir, won,
That cry, yak child,
That according to the cover of the old
To rustle with a raptom with straw,
Those, like a mandrіvnik zapіznіliy,
Until we have finally caught.
Our old hovel
I sum is that dark.
Well, my old girl,
Went bilya wikna?
Abo the storm
Ty, my friend, tired,
Abo drimaєsh pid dzizhchannyam
Your spindle?
Vip'єmo, good friend
Big 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 behind the water.
Storm with the sweetness of the sky,
Vikhori snigovi cool;
Those, yak zvir, won,
That cry, yak child.
Vip'єmo, good friend
Big youth of the world,
Vip'єmo of grief; de kitchen?
Sertsyu will be more cheerful.
A. S. Pushkin
***
Tricky sleds
My sleigh ride myself,
Without a motor, without a horse,
Once at the time of my sleigh
Tikayut from me.
I will not wake up the top,
Sleds - z m_stsya and big.
My sleigh ride myself,
From a motor, without a horse.
And on my sled
Check on me for a kuchuguroyu.
Inaudible, boring їm
Pidnimatysya on a mountain one.
І. Bursov
***
Take all the fun
Take all the fun
Sisti to a sack of red vugilla,
Hot biscuits to eat,
Have a kuchuguru with freebies,
All bets on odds and ends
I thrashed all at once in the lid.
Spring is more cheerful
Scream in the middle of green fields,
Z Barboska sit on pagorbi
I think about the big winter,
Fluffy verbi lamati
І to the lake kamennya kidati.
And all the more fun
Cherry bite the glue
Bathing, splitting on hvilya,
Gnati bilka from pine to pine,
Vognischa rozpalyuvati bilya rychka
I catch hairs in the field ...
Ale is osen shche fun!
Then drain the bearer from the gilok,
Then we pick up peas on the city,
That pіdrієsh horned moss ...
Knocking thresher in the distance - І crop on carts to the ground.
Sasha Chorniy
***
Birch
Bila birch from my vikny
I covered myself with a snig, now a siblom.
On fluffy heads
The brushes were let loose with a whitened fringe.
I stand birch in sleepy silence,
І to burn with a golden flame.
And the dawn, lіnly bypassing around,
Obsipa gіlki with a new srіblom.
Sergiy Asunin
***
Winter has come
Winter has come fun
With kovzans and sleds,
With lining powdered,
From the charming old kazkoy.
On yalintsi embellished
Lіkhtariki goydayutsya.
Let the winter be fun
Don't quit!
I. Chernitska
***
On kovzans
I rush, yak viter on kovzans
Vzdovzh Lisova Galyavini.
Mittens on hands
Hat on makivtsi.
One two! the i-axis licks its lips.
One and two! not spreading a little.
One two! mіtsnіshe on small boxes!
Zakhrumtіv, quacking the ice,
Viter dme right-handed.
Yalinki-Vovki! new go-
Zi bet in the ditch ...
One two! on the slimy road.
One and two! fun nіzhki.
One two! forward і forward.
Sasha Chorniy
***
Snіgurі
Vibigay shvidshe
Marvel at snigoviks.
Arrived, arrived,
Zgrayku zustrіli khurtovini!
A Frost-Chervoniy Nis
Om gorobini prinіs.
Having felt good,
Dobre pidsolodiv.
Winter evening piznim
Yaskravo-chervonі grona.
A. Prokof
***
I know that treba vigadati
I know that treba vigadati
It didn't get any bigger than winter,
Shcheb to replace the high kuchugurs
Nearby there were green pagorbi.
I wonder at the skeleton
Green color
First time winter
To transform into letters.
Agnia Barto
***
Winter
Biliy snig, fluffy at the turn of the day
I quietly falls to the ground, lie down.
І before the ranks of the new field has become,
Like a shroud, the whole yogi was pulled together.
A dark fox with a miraculous hat
I fell asleep before her, mіtsno, soundly.
God’s days are short, the sun is not enough to light,
The axis has come frosty - and winter has come.
A peasant laborer vityag sanishki,
Dreams will be ditlahs.
Already for a long time the peasant has been checking in the winter that cold,
I hauled the call with straw.
Schob at the hut vіter did not penetrate the crіz schіlini,
They wouldn’t inflate the snig of the bastard and the hurtovin.
Win now forgiven - everything around is haunted,
The first is not a terrible, angry frost, angry.
І. Surikov
Kostyantin Balmont "SNIZHINKA"
Light-fluffy,
Snowflake Bila,
Yaka is clean
Yaka smiliva!
Dear boisterous
Easy to zip
Not at the time,
To ask for the ground.
Lazur Chudovu
Vona left
For myself
The country has been hurt.
By the bright exchange
Kovzit, vmіla,
Sered plast_vts_v tanut
Saved-bila.
Під вітром, шо ві
Tremble, evil,
Nyomu, scho plekaє,
Svitlo hit.
Yogo goydalki
Vona is invited,
Z yogo khurtovinoy
Spinning crazy.
Ale axis will end
The road is long
The earth is hungry,
Zirka kryshtaleva.
Lie down with fluff,
Snowflake is smiliva.
Yaka is clean
Yaka bila!
Єvgen Baratinsky
De liquor whisper
My lisiv?
Streams of retirement,
Kviti onions?
Holi tree;
Kilim winter
Having covered the pagorbi,
Meadows that share.
Pid kryzhanoy
With your bark
Strumok nіmіє;
All tsіpenіє,
Lishe is angry,
Bushuє, viє
І the sky is cry
Siva іmloi.
Opanas Fet
Kit spіvaє, ochі have become familiar;
Slap to sleep on the kilim.
There is a storm in the yard,
Viter fistula nadvir.
“To finish here you lie, -
Get up and get up!
Go ahead and say goodbye to me,
That y spati sob ydi ”.
The slammer has grown, and the kitten ochima
Provіv and all spіvaє;
At vіkna sіg, throw valves,
Tempest fistula bіlya vіt.
Opanas Fet
Mati! look from vіkontsya -
Nobles, it's not a good idea kishka
Vmivala nis:
Brudu is dumb, the whole yard is drawn,
About, more -
Mabut, є frost.
Not prickly, light blue
According to the number of developed ones -
Hang on ho t!
Nemov hto toruvatiy
Fresh, white, fluffy cotton wool
Having tidied up everything.
Now there will be no more super-links:
For sleds that y by the mountain
Fun big!
Is that right, Mom? Not vidmovish,
And herself, mabut, you will say:
"Well, go for a walk!"
Opanas Fet
Wonderful picture,
Yak ty me rіdna:
Bila Rivnina,
New month,
The light of the high skies,
І blisky snig,
I sleigh distant
Samotn_y bіg.
Opanas Fet
The creak of crocs along the streets of bilikh,
Vogniki in the distance;
On the walls of icy
Shine krishtali.
Hanging out at the sight
Sriblyastiy fluff
Silence cold nights
Borrow the spirit.
It’s to sleep, and everything is nimin,
Abi go to sleep;
It's clear that I'm afraid myself
Dikhnuti in the frost.
Samuil Marshak “ROUND RIK. SICHEN "
Open calendar -
To fix now.
At the sichni, at the sichni
Bagato snigu near the yard.
Snig - on dakha, on anka.
Dream in Sinє sky.
At our booth to heat the food,
We have a dim іde stop.
Samuil Marshak “ROUND RIK. LUTIUM "
To blow in three in the fierce,
Whine at the trumpets with a voice.
Like a snake on the ground
Light drift.
Over the Kremlin wall -
Lіtak lanka.
Glory to the Ridnoi Army
It's the day of the nation!
Sergiy Mikhalkov "BILI Virshi"
Sneg get sick,
Snow frog -
Snig! Snig! Snig!
Radi snigu zvir i ptah
I, absolutely, lyudin!
Radi siri titmouses:
The birds are freezing in the frost,
Vipav snig - falling frost!
Kishka snigom min nis.
Puppy on black back
Tanut bіlі snіzhinki.
The sidewalks are covered with snow
Everything is near the bilim-bilo:
Snow-snow-snow-fall!
Handle for shovels,
For shovels and for scrapers,
For great vantazhivok.
Sneg get sick,
Snow frog -
Snig! Snig! Snig!
Radi snigu zvir i ptah
I, absolutely, lyudin!
Tilki dvirnik, tilki dvirnik
Like: - I'm tsey vіvtorok
I won't forget nicoli!
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 now I know it!
Snig! Snig! Snig!
Fedir Tyutchev
In the charming winter
Enchantments, lis worth,
І before the snig fringe,
Unruly, nim,
Wonderful lives shine.
I cost wine, enchantments,
Not dead and not alive -
Sleep enchantments,
All wrappings, all fetters
Light down with a lance.
Sonce chi zimove mosque
On a new svіy promіn oblique -
Nyu does not need to doze off,
I’m sleeping all over
With a flowing beauty.
Danilo Kharms
I am issov in winter, in the swamps
At galoshes,
In the drop
І in the eyepieces.
Friends on the basis of knowledge
On metal
Gags.
I flew faster to the river,
And win big set off to the forest,
After breaking two planks until nig,
Сів,
Pidstribnuv
І znik.
The first time I stood by the little river,
First thinking, knowing the eyepieces:
"Yaki divnі
Planks
І nezumіlі
Humpbacks! ”
Mikhailo Isakovsky "WINTER VECHIR"
At the end of the white field -
Daily, viter, snigov ...
Ti sidish, mabut, at the school,
The lights have their own rooms.
Winter evening is short,
Fucked over the table:
Chi then write, Chi readєsh,
Chi think about scho.
The end of the day - and in the classes empty,
The old booth is quiet,
І tobі trohi sumno,
Today is one.
Through the wind, through the wind
We went down all the roads,
Do not come before you girlfriend
Spend the evening at once.
Has replaced the hurtovina of the road, -
It's not easy to make your way.
Ale vogon at your vіkontsі
It can be seen farther away.
Sergiy Asunin
Spivak winter - aukak,
volokhati lis zakolisuє
Stozvon pine forest.
Near the tight side
To splash at a distant land
Sivy Khmari.
And in the courtyard there is a khurtovina
Kilim shovkovym to creep,
Ale is very cold.
Gorobchiki grailivi,
Yak children sirіtlivі,
Bilya vіkna curled up.
Took little birds
Hungry, hungry,
І squeeze out shilnіshe.
And the roar with the roar of the shalen
Knocking on vіkonnitsyh we respect
I get angry more and more.
І dreaming birds nіzhni
Під cі vikhori snіzhnі
At the frozen window.
І dream їm beautiful,
In smiles, the dream is clear
Spring is beautiful.
Sergiy Asenin "BEREZA"
Bila birch
From my wink
I covered myself with a snig
Precisely by s_blom.
On fluffy gilkah
Snow obliteration
The brushes have been released
Bila fringe.
І cost birch
At sleepy silence,
І to burn snіzhinki
At the golden fire.
And the dawn, lіnivo
Walk around,
Obsipa gilki
With a new srіblom.
Oleksandr Blok "Old Hatin"
Old hatinka
All the snig is worth.
Old granny
I won’t be surprised.
Playful grandchildren
By the number of snig.
Have fun for kids
Shvidkikh sledges big ...
Bigayut, confused,
Play a sleigh booth,
Dzvinko moonlight
Voice about ...
There will be a snig booth
Zhvava gra ...
Chill your fingers, -
It's an hour in the huts!
I'll have some tea tomorrow,
Look from the window -
Already rostanuv booths,
Nadvorі - spring!
Mikola Nekrasov "SNIZHOK"
Snowball purhaє, spin,
Nadvorі bіlo.
І re-made kalyuzhi
I have a colder slope.
Chaffinches slept a little,
Siyogodnі - hang on! -
Yak horny apple,
On gilkakh sіgurі.
Snow licks,
Craid yak, squeaky and dry,
І catch ore fish
Fun and flies.
- For whom spivash, zavirukha,
Have the horns?
- For babies-weed,
It's good to sleep in the barloz.
Bunin Ivan "FIRST SNIG"
It smelled of winter cold
On the fields, on the fox.
Scorched purple ignited
Before sunset, heaven is.
In the night, the storm violated,
And with 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 because of the memory
Low geese.
A.S. Pushkin "WINTER RANOK"
Frost that sun; day of miracles!
Shche ti drimaєsh, charming friend -
It's time, pretty girl, come in:
Look at me
Nazustrich pivnichniy Avrori,
Come in the morning!
Evening, ti pam'yatash, the screaming was angry,
On the kalamutny sky, the emla was worn;
Misyats, yak blida plyama,
Kryz hmari pokmury zhovtili,
The first amount of money was sitting -
And nini ... marvel at vіkno:
From the dark skies
Wonderful kilims
Bliskyuchi 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. Have fun tricky
Thrіshit flooded pіch.
Think bilya couches.
Ale know: don't punish the sled
Kobilka borax fence?
Kovza on the ranked snig,
Friend of miles, viddamosya bigu
Impatient horse
I see empty fields,
Lisi, not so long ago, so thick,
I shore, miles for me.
A.S. Pushkin
Yaka nich! Trisky frost,
The sky is full of light;
Yak sewn canopy, blue crypt
Dazzle with frequent zirkami.
The mustache is dark at the booths. Bilya vorit
Close it with heavy locks.
Skryz sleep the people;
Vshuh і noise, і trade cry;
Yak tilki gavkak vartoviy dvorovy
That lanceyug dzvіnkoyu make up.
And all of Moscow can sleep peacefully.