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| February 17, 1906 Children born poet Agnes Barto. On the Day of the favorite Russian author's birth AdMe.ru imagined going to sound one of the most famous poems Agnes Barto in the mouths of different poets. |
Poem about Tanya crying - You are a true children's poetry, in which the four lines there and the pain of loss, and human sympathy, and initial knowledge of physics and the world order. Everyone will find in the "Tanya" something for themselves.
If a well-known nursery rhyme written other poets, he would not have lost his genius. Just a dramatic story with a consolation in the final sound would be different.
In this world
Here and now
Mother or cry:
Right from the shore
Sverzilsya in river
From eye Tanya.
Do not Cry!
Do not be
Let's go over the water -
And we'll get the ball.
Inconsolable crying Tatiana,
And tears, as if the blood is hot;
She pressed her heart wound
From fallen into the river ball.
It continuously sighs, the moans,
Remembering the former game.
Do not worry. Your ball will sink -
We'll get it at evening.
Maid of certain named Tatiana,
Logically, a fair body and without blemish,
In the village dragging days,
I do not conceive leisure without the ball.
That legs give in, then push the knob,
And he began to play with him, can not hear, and only half an ear.
God did not save, happened proruha -
Playful ball fell into the depths of waters.
Sobs, tears pouring unhappy Tatiana;
A water carrier Kuzma - one that always vpolpyana -
He has stripped Kartuz
And thus the river:
"Enough, young lady! And this problem - not a mountain.
Here Sivko'll harness, and water soon
Rush at a gallop.
Boat hook, then my witty, my roomy bucket -
From the river, I skillfully and promptly
Obtain the ball. "
Moral: not just a simple water-carriers.
Who knows what's what in the water, the comforting tears.
Tanya was a good, beautiful were not in the village,
Ruches Red sundress on the wide hem.
In the ravine behind the fences at evening walks Tanya,
And the foot kicks the ball - a strange love game.
Released guy bowed curly head:
"Let the soul-Tatiana, also kicking his leg?"
Pale, like a shroud, skholodela like dew.
Gas chambers-zmeeyu developed its spit.
"Oh you, blue-eyed man, no offense, I say,
I kicked it with his foot, and now can not find. "
"Do not be sad, my Tanya, can be seen, the ball went to the bottom,
if you love me, I immediately dive for it. "
Showing white ball lone
In the mist of the river blue -
He escaped from Tanya not very intelligent,
He left his native shore ...
Play waves - the wind whistles,
Tanya crying and screaming,
She is looking for his ball stubbornly,
Behind him on the bank runs.
Under him the jet lighter blue,
Above him, a ray of sunshine gold ...
And he, rebellious, requests storms
As if in storms there is peace!
Tatiana, dear Tatiana!
Are you now I pour tears:
The river allows for deep and obscure,
Toy wonderful his
From the bridge accidentally dropped ...
Oh, how she loved that ball!
You're crying bitterly and zovёsh ...
Do not Cry! You will find your ball,
He turbulent river do not drown,
After the ball - not a stone, not a log,
He did not sink to the bottom,
His bubbling stream drives,
It flows through the meadow, through the woods
For HPP dam nearby.
Loud cries Tatiana, her inconsolable grief;
Down with tears streaming down her cheeks rozoplamennyh river;
Maiden games carefree she indulged in the garden -
The ball is mischievous to keep in thin fingers could not;
He bailed frisky horse, rushed down the slope,
On the cliff edge she slipped and fell in burnopenny flow.
Honey Maid, do not cry, the loss of your curable;
There commandment of slaves - to bring fresh water;
Racks, they are brave, to all the familiar -
Feel free to swim triplets, and the ball comes back to you.
Above the gray plain of the sea
Loud groans our Tanya.
Thrown into the abyss Taneyu
Gordo flies Tannin ball,
Round like lightning.
"Hush, Tanya, do not worry -
- He tells her wise penguin,
Sit back hid
Body fat in the cliffs -
The ball - garbage, it does not sink,
Even if I wanted to.
Look better break out the storm -
That is when you will cry. "
Based on the Finnish epic "Kalevala"
Our Tanyen, golden-haired
The curls, with a golden sheen,
From sobs shaking
And grief blackened
Above the ball falling into the river,
Tears pouring. Above it is the cuckoo,
Forest affectionate bird,
Song sings for Tanyen loud
So this cuckoo bird:
Tanyen Hush, hush if you were.
The ball in the stream will not sink,
He did not sink to the bottom,
And it does not take a river,
A rubber ball, and means
He linked his fate
With rubber that of the jungle
Nice genus is eternity.
I lose face Tanja-chan.
Cries of the ball, drove off into the pond.
Pull yourself together, daughter of a samurai.