Many people know the first lines of this work. And in the spring, accompanied by the chirping of birds, the words involuntarily fall from the lips: “The grass is green, the sun is shining.” But not everyone knows that A. Pleshcheev wrote the poem, and it is called “Rural Song”. Year of writing: 1858.
The theme of the poem is spring and its messenger is the swallow. A. Pleshcheev claims that real spring begins with the arrival of the first swallow; this bird gives people hope for warmth and happiness.
The swallow is the key image of the work; in addition to it, the lyrical hero plays an important role in revealing the theme. The poem begins with a simple landscape sketch: “The grass is turning green, the sun is shining.” But this picture alone is enough for the reader to imagine a fine spring day. Diminutive words help create a joyful, relaxed atmosphere.
The following story is about a swallow that arrives with spring from distant lands. It is not surprising that A. Pleshcheev chose a swallow to reveal the spring theme. In Russian folklore, it symbolizes the warm season, new life. In Christianity, it is perceived as a symbol of resurrection.
The bird flies into the canopy. This detail hints that we are talking about a “village” spring. The lyrical hero happily meets the swallow; he can’t wait for it to start chirping. The hero promises to treat the bird with grains, asking him to sing for him a song brought from distant lands. The last verse explains the title of the poem. The author had in mind a cheerful song of the awakening of all living things.
A. Pleshcheev’s poem “Rural Song” is laconic. However, it can be conditionally divided into semantic parts: a landscape sketch, a story about the arrival of a swallow, a request from a lyrical hero. Formally, the work consists of three quatrains. The verses of “Rural Song” are united by cross rhyme. In the second and third quatrains there are lines that do not rhyme, but this does not disturb the rhythm. The poetic meter is trochaic trimeter.
There are no complex means of expression in the analyzed poem. Most of the tropes are created on a folklore basis. Nevertheless, artistic simplicity gives images and landscapes a special charm and reflects the people's perception of the arrival of spring. The sparse set of tropes includes epithets (“the sun is more beautiful”, “spring is miles away”, “distant countries”) and metaphors (“a swallow flies towards us with spring in the canopy”, “chirp greetings to us quickly from the road”, “sing a song that ... brought it with me").
The intonation pattern of A. Pleshcheev’s poem “The grass is green, the sun is shining” attracts attention. It contains dangling syntactic structures. Traditionally, they help convey sadness or thoughtfulness, but in the analyzed work they express pleasure. And in the last stanza, such a sentence also hints at the fact that people froze in anticipation of the swallow’s chirping. Spring joy is emphasized using assonance, for example, in the first line there are words with the vowels “a”, “e”: “the grass is turning green.”
“Rural Song” Alexey Pleshcheev
The grass is turning green
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
It flies towards us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter...
Chirp out of the way
Greetings to us soon!
I'll give you grains
And you sing a song,
What from distant countries
I brought with me...
Analysis of Pleshcheev’s poem “Rural Song”
There is probably no person in our country who would not have the following lines in his head in the first days of the coming spring:
The grass is turning green
The sun is shining...
It doesn’t matter that almost no one has a canopy in their houses anymore, but we are all waiting for that swallow that “with spring... flies towards us.”
These are the lines of the famous poem “Rural Song” by Alexei Nikolaevich Pleshcheev (1825 - 1893). Most readers know it from the first three quatrains, but in fact its plot is much deeper.
The poem was created in 1858. It contains eight stanzas of four lines each. Size: trimeter trochees. In quatrains, the second and fourth lines rhyme, which is somewhat reminiscent of cross rhyme, but has the form abcb. The lines contain only three or four words. All this makes the poem look like a children's rhyme. But childish joy and carelessness are present only in the first stanzas. Then the real family drama is revealed.
At first it is unclear who we are talking about, but then we understand that the hero is talking about his daughter, a young girl who married a soldier and left her home. It is not without reason that the author puts such questions into the hero’s mouth. It seems that he is imperceptibly comparing the small, fast bird with his daughter. After all, she also grew up in her own family nest in a lovely village, but then she fluttered out of it, enchanted by her new life.
The description is modest and laconic, but the reader can easily imagine what emotions the family members are experiencing. One gets the feeling that the separation occurs in several stages: here the mother hugs the girl, giving her the last instructions and blessings. The cross indicates that the action takes place in the cemetery, and it has always been located on the very edge of the village. Finally the embrace opens and the young heroine joins her husband. They walk a few steps, when suddenly the heroine throws herself back at her father’s feet.
After saying goodbye to her parent, the girl sets off on the road again, but freezes in doubt as soon as she turns around.
Despite the unknown that awaits the young in a distant city, the parents still let the child go. Of course, the hero of the poem is worried about the fate of his daughter and her children. This is expressed in rhetorical questions addressed to the swallow.
“Rural Song” is a striking example of how the poet, with the help of short phrases and simple composition, manages to convey the mood and feelings of people.
Natalia Dmitrieva
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The grass is turning green,
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
It flies towards us in the canopy.
with her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter.
Chirp out of the way
Greetings to us soon!
I'll give you grains
And you sing a song,
What from distant countries
I brought it with me.
Alexei Pleshcheev
Spring has a lot of work,
The rays help her:
They drive together on the roads
Talking streams,
They melt the snow, break the ice,
They warm everything around.
From under the pine needles and blades of grass
The first sleepy beetle crawled out.
Flowers on the thawed patch
The golden ones have blossomed
The buds are full, swollen,
Bumblebees fly from the nest.
Spring has a lot of worries,
But things are looking up:
The field became emerald
And the gardens are in bloom.
(T. Shorygina)
2. Live chain
The river is swollen
The kidney is swollen
Alive in the sky
The chain floats.
In the dawn blue
The flock is cooing,
Spring and summer
Connecting.
(V. Orlov)
3. The willow is all fluffy...
The willow is all fluffy
Spread out all around;
It's fragrant spring again
She blew her wing.
The clouds are rushing around the village,
Warmly illuminated
And they ask for your soul again
Captivating dreams.
Diverse everywhere
The gaze is occupied by the picture,
The idle crowd makes noise
People are happy about something...
Some secret thirst
The dream is inflamed -
And over every soul
Spring is flying by.
(A. Fet)
4. Spring
Spring is coming to us
With quick steps,
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
Visible in the fields.
Apparently very warm
Spring has legs.
(I. Tokmakova)
5. Country song
The grass is turning green
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
It flies towards us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter...
Chirp out of the way
Greetings to us soon!
I'll give you grains
And you sing a song,
What from distant countries
I brought with me...
(A. Pleshcheev)
6. Go away, gray winter...
Go away, gray winter!
Already the beauties of Spring
Golden chariot
Rushing from the highest heights!
Should I argue with the old one, the frail one?
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole air army
Fragrant breezes!
What noise, what buzzing,
Warm showers and rays,
And chirping and singing!..
Go away quickly!
She has no bow, no arrows,
I just smiled - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes!..
May they be found in the ravines!
Look, the swarms of bees are already making noise,
And flies the victorious flag
Squad of motley butterflies!
(A. Maikov)
7. Spring and Brook
I slept under the snow for a long time,
I'm tired of silence.
I woke up and rushed
and met Spring:
- Do you want your own song?
Will I sing to you, Spring? –
And Spring: - Drip-drip! Drip-drip!
Brook, aren't you cold?
- No, not a bit, not at all!
I just woke up!
Everything rings and murmurs inside me!
I will sing!.. The snow will melt.
(V. Lanzetti)
8. Spring guest
Dear singer,
Dear swallow,
Came back to our home
From a foreign land.
It curls under the window
With a live song:
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me...”
(K. Ldov)
9. Snowdrop
Snowdrop next to the pine tree
Looks into the sky - light, gentle.
What snowflakes are petals!
Don't reach out to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!..
(I. Emelyanov)
10. Spring gives songs
Spring gives songs,
Gives out smiles
And meet her from the bottom
The fish swim out.
(T. Belozerov)
11. The forest woke up
The forest glorifies the Spring Princess:
The melodious laughter flows loudly
In the depths of green
Above the chilly water.
The woodsman is dancing under the oak tree,
He waves a fresh branch wildly.
Vodyanitsa curls,
Frisky sisters.
There are river herbs in your hair,
Chest like foam, wicked gaze, -
Or in the spring
Amuses himself with the game!
Grandfather is a cosmach, gray-haired, shaggy,
He sat astride a humpbacked stump,
And the old yaga
Something whistles dully.
Everyone was filled with joy:
In the magnificent splendor of the white night
The king of the swamp is digging
Love spell root.
And he casts a spell in the unsteady mud:
"Enchant, Spring, with a smile
All paths are forest
And human hearts!"
(M. Pozharova)
12. After the flood
It's raining, April is getting warmer,
It's foggy all night, and in the morning
The spring air is definitely chilling
And turns blue with a soft haze
In distant clearings in the forest.
And the green forest quietly slumbers,
And in the silver of forest lakes
Even slimmer than his columns,
Even fresher than the pine crowns
And delicate larches pattern!
(I. Bunin)
13. Hurry up, Spring!
Hurry up, spring, hurry up,
I feel sorry for the bunny from the bottom of my heart:
There are no ovens in the forest,
They don’t bake rolls of bread,
There is no hut - lock the door,
There’s nowhere to even warm your ears...
Hurry up, spring, hurry up,
I feel sorry for the little sparrow from the bottom of my heart:
The little sparrow has no grandmother
Who will knit socks and a vest?
My fingers are chilly in the blue snow.
I can't help the sparrow...
Hurry up, spring, hurry up,
I feel sorry for Okunishka from the bottom of my heart:
He walks and wanders in cold water,
He can’t find anything to eat anywhere,
Apparently crying in the darkness and silence.
Hurry up, spring, hurry up!
(H. Mänd, translation from Estonian by I. Tokmakov)
14. Escape
Somewhere in the morning the blizzards ran away,
The frosts disappeared somewhere in the distance.
Winter threw off her fur coat in fright
And she ran away with them lightly.
And at night he returns for her,
He sighs and tries it on in the darkness.
But something is getting shorter and tighter
Winter is getting a fur coat.
(V. Orlov)
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15. Crane
The crane has arrived
To old places:
Ant grass
Thick-thick!
Willow tree over the creek
Sad, sad!
And the water is in the creek
Clean, clean!
And the dawn is over the willow tree
Clear, clear!
Fun for the crane:
It's spring!
(E. Blaginina)
16. In the meadow
The forests in the distance are more visible,
Blue skies.
More noticeable and blacker
There is a stripe on the arable land,
And children's sonorous
Voices above the meadow.
Spring is passing by
But where is she herself?
Chu, a clear voice is heard,
Isn't this spring?
No, it's loud, subtle
A wave gurgles in the stream...
(A. Blok)
17. Mess
When winter fled from spring,
There's such a mess all around
And so much trouble has fallen on the earth,
That in the morning, unable to bear it, the ice began to break.
(V. Orlov)
18. Spring has finally come
Spring has finally arrived.
Spruce, birch and pine,
Throwing off my white pajamas,
We woke up from sleep.
(Igor Shandra)
19. Across the river the meadows turned green...
Across the river the meadows turned green,
The light freshness of water emanates;
More merriment rang through the groves
Bird songs in different modes.
The breeze from the fields brings warmth,
The bitter spirit of young Lozina...
Oh, spring! How the heart asks for happiness!
How sweet is my sadness in the spring!
Gently the sun warms the leaves
And the paths are soft in the garden...
I don’t understand what opens the soul
And where am I slowly wandering!
I don’t understand who I love with longing,
Who is dear to me... And does it really matter?
I'm waiting for happiness, suffering and yearning,
But I don’t believe in happiness for a long time!
I'm sad that I'm wasting my time fruitlessly
The purity and tenderness of better days,
That I alone rejoice and cry
And I don’t know, I don’t like people.
(I. Bunin)
20. March
Sick, tired ice,
Sick and melting snow...
And everything flows, flows...
How fun the spring run is
Mighty muddy waters!
And the decaying snow cries,
And the ice dies.
And the air is full of negativity,
And the bell sings.
Will fall from the arrows of spring
Prison of free rivers,
A stronghold of gloomy winters, -
Sick and dark ice,
Tired, melting snow...
And the bell sings
That my God lives forever,
That Death itself will die!
(D. Merezhkovsky)
21. Spring
Blue, clean
Snowdrop flower!
And next to it is a drafty one,
The last snowball...
Last tears
About the grief of the past
And the first dreams
About other happiness.
(A. Maikov)
22. Morning poems
It is so pleasant -
Wake up
And stand up
And blue skies
You can see in the window
And find out again
That spring is everywhere,
What is the morning and the sun
More beautiful than a dream!
(I. Maznin)
23. The arrival of spring
The greenery of the fields, the babbling of the groves,
There is a thrill in the sky of the lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what should I add?
How else can I glorify you?
Life of the soul, spring is coming?
(V. Zhukovsky)
24. Icicles
In a quiet corner
Our yard
Cry two icicles
We started yesterday.
"Clock-clack-clack, we're hot!
Clack-clack-clack, trouble!"
Scattered into splashes
Sounding water.
The sun is a little higher
rose above the yard,
Tears from under the roof
They poured out like a stream.
Poor icicles
Cried in the spring
Getting smaller and smaller
With every tear.
So after crying for a day,
On a weekend morning
Two icicles became
One puddle.
In a puddle in the evening
The water has dried up -
They don't help
Never tears!
(L. Derbenev)
25. Starling Song
- Snow! Snow!
You will soon become a stream!
You'll sing
How the streams sing!
And you will run after the spring meadow
For fine wrinkles
Warm earth!.. –
So, sitting on a branch,
The starling sang.
We listened to the starling's song,
And the snow was already melting,
He didn't have time
Listen to it to the end.
(L. Fadeeva)
26. The singers are returning
From the midday rays
A stream ran down the mountain,
And the snowdrop is small
I grew up on a thawed patch.
The starlings are returning -
Workers and singers
Sparrows near a puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
And the robin and the thrush
We started making nests:
They carry it, they carry it to the houses
Birds on a straw.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
27. Spring Cavalry
Not a drop of spring
Breaks through the ice -
It's on the offensive
The cavalry is coming.
Met by the birds
In the early hours,
Clacks its hooves
Spring cavalry.
And not a bit at all
Dripping all around -
Small sabers
They sparkle with silver.
Agile in the snow
The cavalry is flying
Leaving black
Hoof pits.
(V. Orlov)
28. Spring, spring, oh spring
Birds singing in the groves,
And there is silence in the class.
We are going through declination,
"Spring" is bowing.
We bow out loud: “Spring, spring...”
And outside the window you can hear streams.
I don’t fit on the desk,
And here it’s “spring, spring, spring.”
Swifts fly under the roof,
They laugh at me -
They will not be asked for cases:
"Spring, spring, spring."
"Spring came,
Wait until spring.
(I waited, the leaves are visible!)
Hello weight-no,
Meet ve-snu.
(Where can I stretch my hand?)
Spring, spring, spring, spring,
In spring, oh spring..."
(Ya. Akim)
29. The sun whispers
The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Don’t be timid, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For the green forelock.
(V. Orlov)
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30. Miracles
Spring was walking along the edge of the forest,
She carried buckets of rain,
Stumbled on a hill -
Buckets tipped over.
The drops rang
The herons began to scream.
The ants got scared:
The doors were locked.
Buckets with rain spring
I didn’t get it to the village.
A colored rocker
Fled to the skies
And it hung over the lake.
Miracles!
(V. Stepanov)
31. Lark
In the sun the dark forest glowed,
In the valley thin steam whitens,
And he sang an early song
In the azure the lark is ringing.
32. Spring has come
Haunted cheerfully
Spring from the forest
The bear responded to her
Purring from sleep.
The bunnies galloped towards her,
A rook flew to her;
The hedgehog rolled after
Like a spiky ball.
The squirrel was alarmed,
Looking from the hollow, -
Fluffy waited
Light and warmth!
Poised himself proudly
Lightened boron;
On brown branches
A chorus of birds sounded.
(L. Agracheva)
33. End of the school year
The desks are tired.
The board is tired.
And the mop is tired.
And chalk, half a piece.
All the walls are tired
And all the floorboards
And the best to all students!
Some teachers
Not at all tired!
Maybe,
Made from stainless steel.
(L. Fadeeva)
34. Spring is coming
It was sunny in the morning
And very warm.
The lake is wide
it was flowing through the yard.
It was freezing at noon,
Winter has come again
The lake has lingered
A crust of glass.
I split the thin
Sounding glass
The lake is wide
It started leaking again.
Passers-by say:
- Spring is coming! –
And this is me working
Breaking the ice.
(A. Barto)
35. We are very happy about spring!
Let the snowdrifts in the yard
And the snow hardly melts,
Today is March on the calendar -
Spring is coming!
We are ready to jump to the sky
And chirp like birds -
The last day of winter has passed,
Pages torn off!
My soul became warmer,
There is no limit to fun
Our smiles are from ear to ear -
We are very excited about spring!
(N. Rodivilina)
36. Essay about spring
The snow is melting on the school roof,
A ray of sunshine on the window,
We write in our notebooks
Essay about spring.
Here is a starling on a thin branch
Cleans his feathers
And they rush with a ringing song
Blue-eyed streams.
This always happens in March -
Sunny bunny on the desk
Teases each of us.
Teases each of us
Teases each of us.
The chime of a drop is heard
To all the guys in silence,
We write in our notebooks
Essay about spring.
Why, we don’t know ourselves,
We are looking forward to your call,
And across the sky with sails
Clouds float by.
This always happens in March -
Joy comes to us in the classroom.
Sunny bunny on the desk
Teases each of us.
Teases each of us
Teases each of us.
Flocks of birds under the clouds
Circling in the blue heights,
All nature writes with us
Essay about spring.
(N. Prostorova)
37. Everything turned green...
Everything turned green...
The sun is shining
Lark song
It pours and rings.
The rain ones are wandering
There are clouds in the sky
And the shore is quiet
The river is splashing.
Fun with a horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Walks in a furrow.
And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
lark song
Sings more cheerfully.
(S. Drozhzhin)
38. Song of spring minutes
Every day,
One minute at a time
The day is longer
In short, night.
Slowly,
Take it easy,
Let's drive away winter
Away.
(V. Berestov)
39. March is fast approaching
March is fast approaching
Chasing winter away.
During the day the snow melts a little.
The night is freezing.
On a clear day the icicles cry -
The sun melts their sides,
In the dark night they hide tears -
Pre-spring melancholy.
The streams became cheerful,
Cheerfully, happily murmuring.
At night they barely whisper
Or they sleep soundly.
Soon to say goodbye to winter -
February is coming to an end.
I want to confess to you, friends:
I feel a little sorry for her!
(N. Rodivilina)
40. Green verses
All the edges are turning green,
The pond is turning green.
And the green frogs
They sing a song.
Christmas tree - a sheaf of green candles,
Moss is a green floor.
And a green grasshopper
I started a song...
Above the green roof of the house
The green oak is sleeping.
Two green gnomes
We sat down between the pipes.
And, plucking a green leaf,
The younger dwarf whispers:
“See? red-haired schoolboy
Walks under the window.
Why isn't it green?
It’s May now... May!”
The older gnome yawns sleepily:
“Tsiz! don’t pester.”
(S. Black)
41. Spring waters
The snow is still white in the fields,
And in the spring the waters are noisy -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
They run and shine and say -
They say all over:
“Spring is coming, spring is coming!
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead."
Spring is coming, spring is coming!
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
The crowd cheerfully follows her!
(F. Tyutchev)
42. Jing-la-la
"Ding-ding-ding" -
The drops are singing.
"La-la-la" -
the starling sings.
Ding-la-la!
In fact
Arrived
Winter is over!
(V. Stepanov)
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43. In the April forest
It's nice in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy leaves,
Different birds sing,
They build nests in trees;
Lungwort in the clearings
He strives to go out to the sun,
Morels between the herbs
Raise the caps;
The buds of the branches swell,
The leaves are breaking through,
Start to ant
Fix your palaces.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
44. First sheet
The leaf turns green young -
Look how the leaves are young
The birch trees stand covered
Through airy greenery,
Translucent, like smoke...
For a long time they dreamed of spring,
Golden spring and summer, -
And these dreams are alive,
Under the first blue sky,
Suddenly they made their way into the light of day...
Oh, the beauty of the first leaves,
Bathed in the sun's rays,
With their newborn shadow!
And we can hear by their movement,
What is in these thousands and darkness
You won't see a dead leaf!..
(F. Tyutchev)
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45. Scattered winter
They're still standing around
The trees are bare,
And drops from the roof
They're dripping funny.
Winter somewhere
Ran away in panic
And very bad
Turned on the taps.
(V. Orlov)
46. May
Green, red,
Bright May
The guys have coats
Take pictures
Trees
Dress in leaves,
Ring the streams
All day!
Where am I in May
I won't go
Everywhere I am the sun
I'll find it!
(S. Kaputikyan)
47. Spring
No wonder winter is angry,
Its time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And he drives him out of the yard.
And everything started to fuss,
Everything is forcing winter out -
And larks in the sky
The ringing bell has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And he grumbles about Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it just makes more noise...
The evil witch went crazy
And, capturing the snow,
She let me in, running away,
To a beautiful child...
Spring and grief are not enough:
Washed in the snow
And only became blusher
Against the enemy.
(F. Tyutchev)
48. The days are fine
The days are fine
Similar to holidays
And in the sky there is a warm sun,
Cheerful and kind.
All the rivers overflow
All the buds are opening,
Winter has gone with the cold,
The snowdrifts became puddles.
Having left the southern countries,
The friendly birds have returned.
On every branch there are squirrels
They sit and clean their feathers.
The time of spring has come,
It's time to bloom.
And that means the mood
It's spring for everyone!
(M. Plyatskovsky)
49. First weed
Hello, first grass of spring!
How did you blossom? Are you happy about the warmth?
I know you have fun and crush there,
They work together in every corner.
Stick out a leaf or a blue flower
Every young stub is in a hurry
Earlier than the willow from tender buds
The first one will show a green leaf.
(S. Gorodetsky)
50. March
The sun warms up to the point of sweat,
And the ravine is raging, stupefied.
Like a hefty cowgirl's work,
Spring is in full swing.
The snow withers and is sick with anemia
There were impotent blue veins in the branches.
But life is smoking in the cow shed,
And the teeth of the forks glow with health.
These nights, these days and nights!
Fraction of drops by the middle of the day,
Roofing icicles are thin,
Streams of sleepless chatter!
Everything is wide open, the stables and the cowshed.
Pigeons in the snow peck oats,
And the life-giving and culprit of all -
The manure smells like fresh air.
(B. Pasternak)
51. Bird cherry sprinkles snow
The bird cherry tree is pouring snow,
Greenery in bloom and dew.
In the field, leaning towards escape,
Rooks walk in the strip.
Silk herbs will disappear,
It smells like resinous pine.
Oh, you meadows and oak groves, -
I'm besotted with spring.
Rainbow secret news
Shine into my soul.
I'm thinking about the bride
I only sing about her.
Rash you, bird cherry, with snow,
Sing, you birds, in the forest.
Unsteady run across the field
I will spread the color with foam.
(S. Yesenin)
52. Hello, spring!
Spring flower in the new grass
A gentle eye squints.
A goldfinch sat on a maple tree
A green branch.
Love the yellow-breasted bird:
The heights are in clear brilliance,
The sun is shining, joy is everywhere, -
Hello, dear spring!
(M. Pozharova)
53. Poems about spring
Why is this everywhere?
Such fun
This -
From dawn to dawn -
Celebration?
Since
What are they doing?
Starlings housewarming...
And that's all?
And that’s all!
Since
What's rushing
nondescript,
Paper,
Along the revived river
Brave ship
And the waves and the wind
They're pumping him...
And that's all?
And that’s all!
And that's all
That, as red as before,
I came
Arrived
Spring is back!
(I. Maznin)
54. Spring
Spring has come to the dacha again.
The sun is rejoicing. The day has grown.
And only the icicles cry,
Regretting the winter and frost.
(G. Novitskaya)
55. I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the snow to melt
And flies fly everywhere,
And the overgrown shore will be announced
The discordant croaking of a frog,
When the lilacs bloom,
A fragrant lily of the valley will appear
And cool down a hot day
An unexpected, blessed thunderstorm.
I'm waiting for the pipes in the fields
Suddenly he starts singing unpretentiously
And she loves the gloomy corncrake
He will respond with a timid twitch.
I'm waiting, but the snow is falling heavier,
Severe frosts are crackling...
Oh summer, where are you? Where are the dragonflies?
Where is the vociferous nightingale?
(M. Chekhov)
56. March
March! March! March! March!
The lids of the desks have warmed up,
Decorated the houses
Blue fringe.
March! March! March! March!
The sparrows got excited:
From the sidewalk to the cornice,
“Chick-chirp!” - and a bullet down.
March! March! March! March!
The flies crawled out to the start -
They're gaining strength,
Spread their wings.
March! March! March! March!
Brighter than the green of school cards,
Longer lesson than before
The call is louder than before -
Ding-n-n!
(A. Krestinsky)
57. Snowdrop
In the forest, where the birch trees crowded together,
A blue eye looked at Snowdrop.
Little by little first
He put out his green leg,
Then I stretched with all my little strength
And quietly asked:
"I see the weather is warm and clear,
Tell me, is it true that it’s spring?”
(P. Solovyova)
58. First bee
The sun barely came out from behind the clouds
Take a look at what it’s like in nature after the rains,
Like a curious and chatty ray
I let it slip: the weather should be warm.
And you, leaving the dark hollow,
You fly to the first yellow flower,
And in my soul it’s warm, warm,
Although still on the street - not very good.
(O. Fokina)
59. Poems about spring
The snow is no longer the same -
He darkened in the field,
The ice on the lakes is cracked,
It's like they split it.
The clouds are moving faster
The sky has become higher
The sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.
It's getting darker every day
Stitches and paths,
And on the willows with silver
The earrings glow.
Run away, streams!
Spread out, puddles!
Get out, ants,
After the winter cold!
A bear sneaks through
Through the dead wood,
The birds began to sing songs,
And the snowdrop blossomed.
(S. Marshak)
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60. March
It's frost
Those puddles are blue,
It's a blizzard
Those are sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Above the ground-
goose chain,
On the ground -
The stream woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
Tongue.
(V. Orlov)
61. Martu sleeps easily
Revealed
Black roads -
The sun is warming hot,
But in a snowdrift,
Like in a den,
Martu
Slumbers easily.
More on it
By ski
Daredevils run by.
He sleeps sweetly
And he doesn’t hear
That the streams laugh.
(G. Novitskaya)
62. Spring fortune telling
Yablonka today
No time for sleep -
He looks joyfully
From under the handkerchief:
I told her something
Spring
In the palm of a young man
Leaflet.
She whispered something
And just a little light
I was going somewhere
Together with May...
Fortune telling will come true
Or not -
This is us in the fall
Let's find out.
(V. Orlov)
63. Spring, spring!
Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
Its azuria alive
He blinds my eyes.
Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the breeze,
Caressing the sun's rays,
Clouds are flying!
The streams are noisy! the streams are shining!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she raised!
The trees are still bare,
But in the grove there is a decaying leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.
Soared under the sun
And in the bright heights
The invisible lark sings
A cheerful hymn to spring.
(E. Baratynsky)
64. In spring
On the trees -
Look, -
Where the buds were
Like green lights
The leaves flashed.
(N. Goncharov)
65. Spring flew into the classroom
Disrupting the lesson
flew into class
Spring -
Forgot to close
It is seen,
Casement windows.
Call
Keep silence
Did not help -
In vain teacher
To the guys
He was strict.
They turned out to be
At all
Nothing to do with:
Without stopping
Poplar
Noisy
Outside the window.
(S. Ostrovsky)
66. Bird cherry
Bird cherry fragrant
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches,
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slides along the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And nearby, by the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
The little one runs and flows
Silver stream.
Fragrant bird cherry,
Having hung himself, he stands,
And the greenery is golden
It's burning in the sun.
The stream is like a thunderous wave
All branches are doused
And insinuatingly under the steep
Sings her songs.
(S. Yesenin)
67. When April knocks on the window
When out the window
April is knocking
I, having left the city,
I'm going to the field -
Listen
Lark trill,
Enjoy the spring
Enough!
I love to watch
How to take your time
The soul awakens in her!
And the sun - a red stripe -
flies
Barely touching the ground
And joy jumps
Like a hare
And underneath
Can't feel my feet!
(G. Novitskaya)
68. Spring again
And again blind hope
People give their hearts.
Nightingales in the forests, as before,
The whites sing in the night.
And again four lovers
Young people run into the groves,
Happily touched eyes
They believe again, they lie again.
But it doesn’t make me happy, it doesn’t torment me,
Full of blissful passion
Only dispassion teaches the heart
Spring is alien to the heart.
(D. Merezhkovsky)
69. Buds bloomed on the willow
The buds have blossomed on the willow tree,
Birch weak leaves
Revealed - snow is no longer the enemy.
The grass has sprouted on every hillock,
The ravine became dark.
(K. Balmont)
70. Call signs
The night frosts are fierce,
Cold winds whistle.
Aspens, oaks and birches
They sleep under the chilly stars.
But there's change in the air
They woke up the pine tree:
Needles like antennas
Already caught the spring.
(V. Orlov)
71. Spring arithmetic
Let's subtract!
Begin
From all the streams and rivers
Subtract both ice and snow.
If you subtract the snow and ice,
There will be bird flight!
Let's combine sun and rain...
And let's wait a little...
And we will get herbs.
Are we wrong?
(E. Moshkovskaya)
72. Angry snow
All winter
White snow
Belel,
And in March
He took it and turned black.
(M. Sadovsky)
73. Spring has come
Buds swell in spring
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches -
How many green noses!
(T. Dmitriev)
74. In April
The first sunny day
The spring breeze is blowing.
The sparrows had fun
In these warm hours,
And the icicles shed tears
And they hung their noses.
(V. Orlov)
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75. Louder than the lark's singing...
The singing of a lark is louder,
Brighter spring flowers
My heart is full of inspiration
The sky is full of beauty.
Breaking the shackles of melancholy,
Breaking the vulgar chains
New life rushes in
Triumphant tide
And it sounds fresh and young
A mighty formation of new forces,
Like taut strings
Between heaven and earth.
(A. Tolstoy)
76. March
The awakening has not yet come
Nature, immersed in half sleep.
But the forest is in drowsy, sweet languor
The drops are already ready to meet the ringing.
The rivers are still languishing in captivity of ice,
But ice is thin as glass and fragile.
Sunny smiles are still rare,
But the sky is getting bluer and brighter.
The snow blanket is crumpled,
And the forest stands, naked to the waist.
And the snow with colored sparks fell
In some places it became gray, like chalcedony.
Winter will not return the crystal shine soon.
The magic of the white brush is forgotten.
But this is the loss behind which
The celebration of new life is coming.
(N. Sedova-Shmeleva)
77. Thawed patches
Thawed patches, thawed patches -
Freckles in the snow!
There is a small snowdrop on them
Hatches: peek-a-boo!
And in the grove, outside the outskirts,
The rooks will respond,
The earth will be washed with water,
And the streams will rustle!
Winter is getting closer
And catches the silence
And the path ends,
Stumbling over spring!
It all started with thawed patches,
And everyone is happy about the sun.
Boots instead of felt boots
Horseshoes are knocking!
(M. Takhistova)
78. Spring morning
I wanted to sleep a little
But I saw light in the window.
Ray - warm palm
The sun reached out to me.
And whispered in my ear:
- Throw off the blanket quickly.
Are you tired of sleep?
Get up -
So much to do!
The cherries are blooming -
Sweet aroma.
Like an embroidered shirt
Our spring garden.
(V. Nesterenko)
79. Ice drift
The ice is coming, the ice is coming!
A long line
Third day straight
Ice floes float by.
Ice floes are moving in a crowd
In fear and anxiety,
Like a herd for slaughter
They drive along the road.
Blue ice, green ice,
Gray, yellowish,
Goes to certain death -
There is no return for him!
There's manure on the ice here and there
And the tracks of the runners.
Someone's sled was carried away by the ice,
Freezing it tightly.
An ice floe drives an ice floe on its way,
Hit you in the back.
Without letting you rest,
The ice floe turns the ice floe.
But this block of ice,
Tolstoy, clumsy,
The water became free,
Shackled by the cold.
Let the old ice melt,
Dirty and cold!
Let him die and come to life
The width is deep!
(S. Marshak)
80. Sparrow
Sparrow ruffled
Feathers –
Alive and healthy
And unharmed.
Catches the March
Sun
With every feather
Yours.
(V. Orlov)
81. Spring thunderstorm
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbling in the blue sky.
Young peals thunder!
The rain is splashing, the dust is flying...
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads...
A swift stream runs down the mountain,
The noise of birds in the forest is not silent,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything cheerfully echoes the thunder...
You will say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus's eagle,
A thunderous goblet from the sky,
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground!
(F. Tyutchev)
82. Sentry
Put on post
In the spring itself,
Standing at attention
With my palms down,
With white gloves,
Like a sentry
There is a snowdrop
On a cold foot.
(V. Orlov)
83. Lily of the valley
O first lily of the valley! From under the snow
You ask for the sun's rays;
What virginal bliss
In your fragrant purity!
How bright is the first ray of spring!
What dreams descend in it!
How captivating you are, gift
Happy spring!
This is how a girl sighs for the first time
About what - it is unclear to her -
And a timid sigh smells fragrant
The abundance of young life.
(A. Fet)
84. Spring is coming through the city
Ding! Don!
Ding! Don!
What is this gentle ringing?
This is a snowdrop forest
Smiling through sleep!
Whose fluffy ray is this?
It tickles so much from behind the clouds,
Forcing the kids
Smile from ear to ear?
Whose warmth is this?
Whose kindness is this?
Makes you smile
Hare, chicken, cat?
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
Around town!
And the poodle has a smile!
And there's a fish in the aquarium
Smiled from the water
Smiling bird!
So it turns out
What doesn't fit
On one page
An immense smile -
How pleasant!
This is the length
That's how wide it is!
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
Around town!
Vesna Martovna Podsnezhnikova,
Vesna Aprelevna Skvoreshnikova
Vesna Mayevna Chereshnikova!
(Junna Moritz)
85. Wonderful color
I was told:
White color
Extremely
Complicated.
This color
For seven colors
May be
Decomposed.
Now
It's clear,
Why in the spring
The snow will melt
White,
And the meadow grows -
Color.
(Kh. Gainutdinov)
86. Spring cases
Everything has awakened from sleep:
SPRING is moving around the world.
It's like we're blooming
Feeling the arrival of SPRING.
And I wanted to go out
Towards young SPRING.
I'll drown in green leaves
And I’ll blame SPRING for this.
Nature breathes only one
Unique SPRING.
A starling perched on a pine tree
Bawling songs ABOUT SPRING.
Tell others about it
And you will repeat the cases.
(N. Klyuchkina)
87. This morning, this joy...
This morning, this joy,
This is the power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This is a cry and strings,
These flocks, these birds,
This talk of the waters
These willows and birches,
These drops are these tears,
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This noise and whistle,
These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This darkness and heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring.
(A. Fet)
Nodules
After winter
Deep slumber
There's a lot to do
On the globe.
Before the holiday
So much work!
We need to remember in spring
About everything.
And spring in emerald
Handkerchief
Walks, wanders
In forests and gardens.
And as a keepsake for myself
Nodules
Leaves on naked
Branches.
Day and night
She needs to work -
Repaint the forests and fields.
Needed by May earth
Dress up,
To become beautiful
Earth.
The sun needs to be cleaned
To shine -
It faded in the wind.
Need to take off the winter one
curtain
And rinse
Blue window,
Spend the cold
Behind the gates
Slowly open
Streams...
And it will end
This job -
And all the knots will be untied.
Orlov
***
Snowdrop
At the snow-covered hummocks,
Under a white snow cap,
We found a little blue flower,
Half frozen, barely alive.
It must have been hot
It's sunny this morning.
The flower under the snow felt stuffy,
And he thought it was time
And he got out... But everything was quiet all around,
There are no neighbors, he is the first here.
The hare saw him.
She smelled it and wanted to eat it.
Then she probably regretted it:
You're too thin, my friend!
And suddenly a fluffy, white
Cold March snow.
He fell and skidded...
It's winter again, not spring,
And from a flower on a long stem
Only the cap is visible.
And he, turning blue from the cold.
Bowing my weak head,
He said: “I will die, but I will not regret:
After all, spring began with me!”
Z. Alexandrova
***
The kidneys are opening
The buds are opening,
Like rivers!
It's worth the chatter!
Heavy sleepy eyelids
Spring
Finally picked it up!
Tired of waiting
Beautiful sleepyhead
Long ago there were meadows and fields.
No wonder they woke her up with thunder
Angry skies!
And then the couch potato rose,
Looked up with a smile
Around.
And right away
Buzzing like juice
Revived
The meadow was filled.
And every bud tries
With your green tongue
steam room,
April night,
Covered with milk!
G. Novitskaya
Let's help spring
That's great, guys.
Let's drive winter away,
We rake with a shovel,
Sweep with a broom.
Everyone works with us
Where can you sit here?
We're hitting with snowballs
Ice floes ringing from the roofs.
Stream behind the gate
I couldn't get through on my own.
The work is in full swing
Good luck, little stream!
Watering cans, rakes are out,
Seeds saved
They told the sleepy fly:
- Wake up, spring!
We are building a house, planing it,
Hey starling, come over
And cut out the flags
Come May Day!
The games are stacked in the corner
The doll sleeps on the side
We have no time for dolls now -
Let's help spring!
G.Ladonshchikov
***
Miracles
Spring was walking along the edge of the forest,
She carried buckets of rain,
Stumbled on a hill -
Buckets tipped over.
The drops rang,
The herons began to scream.
The ants got scared:
The doors were locked.
Buckets with rain spring
I didn’t get it to the village.
A colored rocker
fled to heaven
and hung over the lake
miracles!
V. Stepanov
***
Spring
The sun is shining early in the morning,
The snow became dark and wet...
And, singing the stonefly,
A cheerful stream is running.
Towards the golden morning
Streams are running and rushing.
- Tsvirin, Tsvirin! Bring it from home
Hurry up your boats.
And, chirping impatiently,
Soars towards the sun.
... The distance is clear.
The snow is sliding down
The field is turning blue.
Spring came! Spring came!
Bogdan Chaly
***
April
Willow, willow, willow,
The willow blossomed.
This means, that's right,
That spring has come.
This means it's true
That winter is over.
The very, very first
The starling whistled.
Whistled in the birdhouse:
Well, now I'm from here.
But don't trust spring
The whistle of the wind is heard.
Wind, wind, wind
It turns along the roads
Last year's leaf.
All April jokes!
Rural kindergarten
In the morning I took off my fur coats,
At noon - snowfall.
But it's not that bad
Things are going,
If willow, willow
The willow blossomed.
A. Barto
***
In April
First sunny day.
The spring breeze is blowing.
The sparrows had fun
In these warm hours.
And the icicles shed tears
And they hung their noses.
Spring Cavalry
Not a drop of spring
Breaks through the ice_
It's on the offensive
The cavalry is coming.
Met by the birds
In the early hours,
Clacks its hooves
Spring cavalry.
And not a bit at all
Dripping all around _
Small sabers
Shiny silver.
Agile in the snow
The cavalry is flying
Leaving black
Hoof pits.
V. Orlov
***
Spring
Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches
In the fields there are chains of rooks,
Above the revived foliage - The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shadow of the transparent garden there is a lilac bush near the fence.
V. Lunin
***
Spring will come
It's still winter. Still sparkling
Snow on the trees above.
But every day the birds are louder and louder
They ring and chirp about spring.
Sometimes the frost still rages,
There is still ice on the rivers,
But the birds know, the birds know -
Spring will come
Spring is coming!
V. Lunin
***
Crane
The crane has arrived
To old places:
Ant grass
Thick-thick!
Willow tree over the creek
Sad, sad!
And the water is in the creek
Clean, clean!
And the dawn is over the willow tree
Clear, clear!
Fun for the crane:
It's spring!
Blaginina Elena
***
Green dreams
Green dreams
Spring dreams.
Green, soft
Pine needles,
Green, sticky
Birch leaves
And rustle
Green dragonflies.
In green foliage
The beetles are turning green
Green in the sky
Moths are flying.
green grasshopper,
The grass is green...
How nice
That spring is coming!
V. Lunin
***
Winter is over
Winter is over!
I open the windows!
I wash the glass
Sky
And the trees
Roofs
And a swing.
Washed
Across the sky
The jackdaws flew.
Everything has been washed.
And glass
Like water, it’s flown away!
L. Nikolaenko
***
Snowdrop
Snowdrop peeked out
In the semi-darkness of the forest - Little Scout,
Sent in the spring;
Let it still be above the forest
The snows rule,
Let them lie under the snow
Sleepy meadows;
Let on the sleeping river
The ice is motionless, - Once a scout came,
And spring will come!
E. Serova
***
Facing spring
Slowly
The snow has melted
Blackened
And it melted.
To everyone in the world
Fine:
In the grove - to flocks of birds,
On the trees - to the petals,
Sticky and smelly
In the blue sky - To the clouds
Light and flying.
The best
In the world - to me:
Along a damp path
I am running
Face the spring
Got my boots wet.
Roman Sef
***
Bear
Without need and without worry
The bear was sleeping in his den.
I slept all winter until spring,
And, probably, he saw dreams.
Suddenly the clubfoot woke up,
He hears: drip! - What a problem!
I groped in the darkness with my paw
And he jumped up - There was water all around!
The bear hurried outside:
Floods - no time for sleep!
He got out and saw:
Puddles,
Snow is melting…
Spring has come.
G. Ladonshchikov
***
Spring came
The forests are rustling, the earth is blooming,
The stream sings and rings:
"Spring has come, spring has come -
In clothes made of rays!
Children's hearts rejoice,
Striving into the expanse of meadows:
"Spring has come, spring has come
In a garland of flowers!
M. Pozharova
***
Let's sunbathe!
There's a bug on the thawed patch
A barrel was warming in the sun,
Soon a spider came out,
And behind it comes a worm.
The sun disappeared behind the mountain,
And went home
And the bug and the worm,
And, of course, the spider.
On the thawed patch again
Tomorrow they will sunbathe
A beetle, a worm and a spider...
They will heat another barrel.
T. Gusarova