Quotes about the winter of Russian writers. War of Russian classics about winter and winter landscapes. From the movie "Gra of Thrones"
Winter is a charming time for rock, enchantingly pure nature, awesome in blessing. It’s time to love children and grown-ups for those who don’t want something new. Also talk about the holy comedy, the festivities and the merriment. At the end of the hour, you drink a magnificent drink of quotes about winter.
If you can see them, you can see them, they sunk into the soul. At the time of the rock, nasolodzhuvatisya can be done not only by the changes in nature, but by the aphorisms, beautiful licks and citations.
If the earth has begun to sleep on a carpet of light leaves, if the birds have not slept anything. If there are parasols, if you are helping people, if you smell a stench, if you’re coughing, if we’ll learn the child. Win striking the tramontan fields; three trees. and dead leaves were crumbling dead leaves. Winter rosciyu їkh, far in the fields: only black barrels are overflowing, and the heads of the heads are shaking in total.
Ale kudi you go, bіdnі zhovte leaves, like a lot of turbotless blizzards? Did you come from between? I hiba you don’t feel the melancholy vіtru, as vіdvolіkє you? lis zhartu chewing the leaves, I want winter still behind. The blue is beveled, the misleading is wistful, the autumn bullet is open. Cricket booze in the grave in the middle of the bows.
Aphorisms about winter
Winter є sometimes beloved by the rock of great singing, like a blast of aphorisms, lingering, like the people loved and acclaimed success on the current day. It’s not marvelous, but nature has changed very few people, but it’s better to listen to emotions and, perhaps, not by the aphorisms of great poets.Krim vislov_v, іsnutyut beautiful quotes at the sight of short verses, which will sink into the soul at the first read and without prescribing the Cossack mood.
Go down, beautiful board, play with the novel about a little chimp, which has come to an end today. Hilochki shake the wind, and tse mayzhe lyakє. Children about the sun and call them liquorice words. Silver planks, warm and dry, watering grass and steams on bare trees.
Finish your robot at the closest hour and let the golden dream come. Vosni ripen a lot of fruits. On the rivnini you put gold in rice, in the girskiye forests - blisky chestnut shells. Grapes, apples and pears are also picked without a bar. In the dense green, the stench is great and zhovty. Through a few days, the trees will not have any more gifts: like all of nature, the stench of merit is due to the repair.
Aphorisms about winter
At school! Ditina, ditina, check school for you. Є so rich in children, carefree and fluffy; sit on the benches, and if the stench got tired of writing and reading, the stench sip: Increase the price of offense, about that, what a wonderful light! Whoever wants to go to school, is guilty of it. In the sky, the sun, on the pockets of the violets, on the trees, pears, milk in a glass, the last fly, children go to school!
Lito passed, the fog had already risen. Farewell to the sun, the sand, the sea and the beautiful mountains, and so on! We turned to school. Herbs and florists ventilate showers in gardens. Children, people, cannot vibrate, the stench cannot be fun. The water richok grows, from the shores you go, povenit and shkodzhennya. With watertightness and parasol, everything cries out to the beautiful weather.
winter quotes
Calling soon quotes, tied from a winter theme, will become relevant, even in some days, we can be happy with a wonderful hour. Unimportant for those who now need to wear warmer, and an hour of walks in the park to speed up, the first snow to iron out everything.To the very same manifestation, a free-spirited one is assigned. The skin of a lyudin is radin to the first fluffy little girls, who fall on the valley and at the same hour turn out from the heat.
Snig and snig
Significantly flap, if fog appears: a grave road, I don't know at all, where to go. Yogo siri sivini penetrate into the heart; skin gives melancholy, ale visvitlyu light of fantasy. Autumn, autumn, forgive me! Chervoniy, fragments of shelter - the remains of leaves and zhovty, like a sun. To navigate on bows mi bachimo, as you come close, if you are clear. Dull, dull leaves, brown, chervony, green, zhovt, which are painted in every other small figurines, sunk to the ground, but not harmed. As soon as you can feel it, you can hear it: after a shower of stench, tie up a song, vivchenu with birds in a beautiful season.
Aphorisms, dedicated to the coldest days of fate, to the nature of the warm and soulful. For the reason that winter is home time, you can spend yak with corysty in any number of relatives and friends.
Russian in soul, Tetyana I don't know what, Russian winter to love In my frosty beauty. First and foremost, freezing space. At the viglyadi Aunt, head hero to the novel - "quiet, wild and sumptuous" of the provincial girl, romantically buried in Eugene Odingin - є bile field: the frosty beauty of the Russian winter. I would like to think with you about the Russian trip, as I’ll look about the continuation.
Not just classics, but new romance
Uvі snі Tetyana virusaє on the sihiv field. Along with a rapt, there is a small witch, and a majestic curl of a witch, who carried his paw to Aunt and help him to fly over the place, and then follow him poorly, as it is terribly frosty. From the Pushchina Russian Poetry to reclaim from the cross-over of the crooked emptied area under the snig's whiff, as if at once, as a witness, to become a threat and a proposition. Prophet, Pushkin's lines will start a magnetic field, in which case the great Russian journey of the XX century will be taken.
The friendly arrangements will become warm. To that I know a lot of love, for the help of which it is possible to transfer the body of the soul. And even sooner and sooner or later they will be on the sidelines of the majority of active social workers.
Not vipadkovo, but in the storm of the snow sweep along the streets of Pietrograd from the bolshoi tips, symbolically showing the Radiansky capital to one great prophetic text, twelve verses of Oleksandr Blok. Biliy vechir Biliy snig. The storm is a naughty thing to the performers. The whole earth is a storm!
Mikola Nekrasov "snizhok"
Otzhe, twelve mend. Here ice, sins and nich become more natural characters, mythological ustots, nasti and dreadful, like the barbaric hordes of historical scenarios of the Zhovtnevo revolution. Here, on a cholі of twelve bolsheviks, they are angry, having lost the hour of the storm, whose material the mysterious Christ, with ice, like a soft one in the whirlwind of the snow.
Beautiful aphorisms, think about the beautiful winter to become, like nikoli, relevant. Wrapped in a warm blanket, with a cup of fragrant tea, the evening in the soul company is divinely beautiful.
Itself in the "heart of the capital" in the storm, as we bake this poetic image of Osip Mandelstam, the Jewish writer, which is viris in Petersburg, the voice of which crystallizes the purely Russian journey of the XX century. "Win pidnima behind me the dog of the capital," Mandelstam wrote about the dismissal. At the frozen apartment, history is a little bit of natural desolation.
Primusovo to kochevoy іsnuvannya, with post-lay crossings from place to place. Nareshty, in the transit field before Vladivostok, you will not return to the Siberian tabernacle. Alle biographical tributes still make us look indefinitely distant from the poetic signs of this vision. Mandelstam is wonderful at heart, to see how to write by writing, with the tragic irony, like for Zhovtnev revolution for those who have “tidied up the biography”; for those who want to be relieved of being “spiritual security” and “cultural rent”; in order to get bogged down in timelessness, I will become extremely unimportant: in the forest, de dermal road and dermal place of growth.
Merry winter
Aphorisms on the theme of winter can be not only beautiful, but also cheerful, even a whole hour of katannya on sledges, licks, kovzans. All people will be busy without a blame, for such an active hour is assigned the main part of the lick.new, also skinny lyudina maє pevnі plan, and it is not uncommon to believe in those who have judged here in the present day.
Krizhana kestrel, wedging paw, vvchі іkla - also a proposition, enigmatic and imperative. Lava for converting. Yak in tsikh virshah, written within hours of laying Voronezh. Private biography, throwing away from the cold winds of history. Protest, from the zero point I will look, like "go out from nothing", the open space has opened up "dichally marvelous."
An abstract sigovy leaf, which curtains richly forms of light, is not buried in fabric, but a "whitish" spring. Nishcho not for nothing evil, non-property. In the eyes, de snig, no need to kitty, yak fresh, fragrant bread, look wide-eyed Aunt at the frosty beauty of the Russian winter, seemingly unsuitable for happiness, looking at the light. Otzhe, from the connection of Voronez, Mandelstam gave us such words.
Svyatkovi festivities, active children- tse those, for the winter it is uncomfortable not to love, as for those who are allowed to get involved in the light of charisma.
So is it a piece of equipment for the frost? What kind of look can we wihowuwati? Skin can be taken on the chain of food independently, from the vlasny kuta padinnya. I resemble the tse z "Ace in the Snigu", but also before the building. The proposition, as our presence declares, and by the very presence, which is a great part of the community of tsikavosti and the turbot about itself and about the light that revives our reality.
- Tse your perekhresny rozmova in the Russian travel.
- Cold: it’s possible, it’s possible not to fix up with the Russian poetry, or, in general, with the romantics.
About an hour of rock, you can speak indefinitely, just as you can describe it in quotes, re-look at the glimpse of great poets about a wonderful time. In the middle of the growth of rows, skin people can know the very words that appear in the big world, with the help of winter.
Green fields of grain, sprouting and storing up a board. the stench smelled vibilyuvati, in the skin area poppy blinking yaskravo-wormonym. Bile and washed down the shose the bulldozed gloomily. darkened lines became more viscous. strike zozuly enemy and penetrate. on bows hanging, on їkh hideous stems. daisies and lupine tremtiles. sap and raspberry, everything is generally bloated. and in hot, divine growth of dissipation. nearer death, for that in the evenings in the villages I saw more clearly, unhappily, the growth of falcons in the village.
From the movie "Gra of Thrones"
Less may be Skoda Bachiti, yak a little. Smells trim high booths, open balconies old land on great area... Near the majestic empty rectangular kam'yani shop, symmetrical workmanship and acacia design black tines on the white arena. Zenit - the price of the month, and the vezha in the sphere of years.
Soon it will be possible to be happy not only with the first dream, spent winter evenings in the company of native people, warm and tricky, so that you can hear from the stone, ale and beautiful winter quotes, as I think about the moment, I think about it.
A.S. Pushkin. Winter road
So softly and just flowing through the greenery, how the fragrant valley is destroyed. Vona has been in charge of zozuly in lis. Wheat and red poppy shake their heads. Zigriva storm over pagorb. An ancient song to cricket in the field. Dzherelo drive the drum. The wood is destroyed by the wind, and the sheets are represented by the perfume. Majestic is Pavutin to rob the moon with a light.
Until the quest, now the roof of the day is still sleeping with a cup of Galavin, and, as soon as it has gone, riots and guchnomovs on the third come to life for the warmth of a company of children, with a loose writhing. Sire and black hmari hurt, oh shtovhaє viter, stink. the sun, the sky is unclear. Everything is still there є podekudi, blue clap, ale stench melts less and less, more and more, more and more, sleeps, blinks, blinks, the sky, it looks like, spratsovuє, gostry pokryuvannya, dovgy wheezing. under the tiles of the lastevka litayut low, without crocus.
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.
The first drops of water are falling, the stench is melting, the stench is watching how great are the shining heads. Then the infusion of boarding boards. Koniki laugh in the middle of the resin. Fogs, like dancing on the sun, three times from a stove to a snowstorm. Ptah know that you will be absorbed by the joy between the fields, take the sun and the grain of the ripe grain of wheat.
The stench of the syut will sow, the grain grows grumpy, the blakitny comas are watched darkened, tucked until it is cold. In the first evening, a thousand fresh stars rise to the dark sky. The stench of bloody little svitlyachki. vіn making our way, not burning nіch lita. The stench screamed the green windows of the bungalows. Zanadto bagato half of your glory abo son! The stench is just barking birds, sleeping at night, sleepy.
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
Your im'ya on a big dream ...
Rasne lito, a styglium box with an apple, a midnight mouth in the middle of a green one, a wild slime, a sawn meat on a saw, an orange drum, and in the evening the fire is coming, a dance breeze is entering the stables, cold star to the dark sky, creeping, not burning for nothing.
A fruitstone of a worm month, a farmer has a sickle in his hands: mowing grass and grain far from the thunder. New month at Veresna fell in love with the boys on the street. The stinks attack their hands, the stinks of the "gods" are gods, the stinks turn to skunks, which hurts. They have є krill bilya їхніх nіg, the stench sucks the eggs in the intestines. Vidtinki witnessed additional harmony.
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
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,
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
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.
***
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.