Children's poems for speech development. Every child develops and becomes familiar with the world around him through speech. From the age of one month, babies begin to prepare to pronounce sounds. At the initial stage, they demonstrate this by humming, the next step is already accompanied by the pronunciation of syllables. When a child clearly learns to speak syllables, he will try to put them into words. After this, children develop the skills to connect words in the form of phrases and sentences. Your baby's ability to speak develops through reading and learning nursery rhymes. Rhyme helps children understand poems more easily and remember them better.
Speech development in preschool children: lecture
Contents of the lecture
- Tasks of speech development and education of preschool children
- Child speech development from birth to school
- Child speech development from birth from 0 to 6 months
- Child speech development from birth from 6 months to 1 year
- Child speech development at 1 year
- Child speech development at 2 years old
- Child speech development at 3 years old
- Speech development of a child aged 4–5 years
- Speech development of a child aged 5–6 years
- Speech development of a child aged 6-7 years
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Assignment for students
- Study the contents of the lecture “Speech development of a preschool child”
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Table: Speech development of a preschool child
| Child's age | Speech standards: what you should be able to do | Speech development techniques |
Poems for children about animals
Tiger cubs have been pugnacious since childhood! But I’ll tell you one remedy: Pet the tiger cub behind the ear, and he’ll immediately turn up his belly! ... Elephants have long ears! And long, long noses! They are pulled, for them, naughty ones, by adults who are always in a hurry! ….. Hedgehogs are not angry at all! Covered with needles on top, Because they can’t bite! How else can they defend themselves? ….. Hippos have a full tummy Because they have a big mouth! And not all hippos are fat, it all depends on how adults feed them! …. Crocodiles are not evil at all! They're just a little naughty! And they bite all day long, not out of harm! Just for fun! ... Giraffes have long necks, Because they are mouthy! They twist their necks in all directions, What's going on in different corners! … © 05/18/2012 Herman Grew
For a child aged 2 years
Children's poems for speech development. From the age of 2, children can read speech therapy poems. They are excellent at training the pronunciation of certain sounds and reinforcing clearly defined letters and syllables. 2 years is the right age to teach a child such rhymes.
Cat - midge
A cat sat on the window
The cat wants to eat a midge
Cat grabs a midge with its paw
Where is the midge? Not to be seen.
Heap - cloud
The wind from the sea drives the cloud
We rake the leaves into a pile
Rain cloud in the sky
The pile of garbage is large.
Pechka - river
The owner lit the stove
The little frog jumped into the river
Coal flared up in the stove
The frogs have a house in the river.
Funny speech therapy poems for children
Great summer ahead
My friend Svetka and I entered ninth grade. The forest will greet us with a bird cherry branch Tomorrow morning. Let's pick up more food, throw it in the backpack, go to the forest on a moped and have a picnic. We will lie on the grass, look at the blue sky, we will kiss sweetly, eat barbecue and sing songs! A great summer is ahead, a free holiday without worries. You can wander around until dawn, Or go on a hike. Let's take our time to weigh our ideas... Only tomorrow the two of us will spend the whole day together, leaving everything for later! © 05/21/2013 mishal
For a child aged 3 years
Children from three years old are suitable for poems that are easy to understand by ear and quite understandable. They must teach the child to correctly pronounce sounds that the baby does not yet know how to pronounce. After reading one poem to their child, parents can ask questions about what they read. The child must accept what this poem is about and draw certain conclusions. At their leisure, close family members of the baby can independently compose short quatrains and conduct activities with him.
An example of rhymes for speech development for children aged 3 years.
Airplane
The plane is flying,
The plane hums: “Oooh!”
I'm flying, flying, flying!
I’ll fly wherever I want!”
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Vegetables
Listen to the story, don't be bored
Yes, notice mistakes.
Grandson loves vegetables:
Pear, apple, onion
And carrots and lemon -
He is friends with vegetables.
Hedgehogs laugh
The groove has two boogers
They sell pins to hedgehogs. You can't help but laugh! Everyone can’t stop: “Oh, you stupid boogers!” We don’t need pins: We ourselves are studded with pins.”
Poems for children
-What do you see, kids, when you open your books? -We see everything the other way around. Here is a rooster - it’s written “cat”. A little hare galloped through the forest, and it says “little fox.” Little jackdaws are sitting on the branches. We read “wolf cubs.” -Something is wrong here, guys! The people agree: -Everything is the other way around. -Well, let's try to fix it. Put the words in place. An airplane is drawn, -We won’t say “steamboat.” - A titmouse is jumping in the branches, - So it’s clear - it’s a bird. -Who will say “hippopotamus” if a cat is drawn? There are ponies grazing in the meadow. Everyone can see that these are horses. We'll notice everything here and there and put it in its place. © 12/14/2011 Boris Ponomarev
For a child aged 4 years
Children's poems for speech development. Children aged 4 years really like to listen to rhymes that contain animals, birds, insects, and seasons. They can be cheerful and sad, funny and instructive. All works are sure to evoke certain feelings in the child: joy, compassion, pity. Often, after reading a poem about those who are in trouble or trouble, children feel responsible for them and want to help them. Of course, relevant topics in poems for their age are the seasons, animals, everyday objects and things.
Winter
We ask mom for a fur coat - So autumn has returned to us. We'll walk in fur coats and collect mushrooms. I'll pick a bouquet of daisies and weave a wreath myself. Admire the daisies, Our winter is winter. The following poem trains the pronunciation of the letters: “r” and “l”.
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Anthill
In an anthill under a willow, ants live beautifully. Their house is a fairy-tale palace, Every resident in it is a fighter. From childhood they learn to shoot, to protect the queen - mother. But the queen does not spin; she lays white eggs. Ants protect their royal eggs. And they live in a happy country In a palace under an old willow tree. You can invite your child to memorize and repeat this poem.
Boots
Dressed up the legs in new boots. You walk, legs, straight along the path. You walk, stomp, don’t splash through puddles, don’t walk into the mud, don’t tear your boots.
A fun song for speech development with movements
Children's poems
Donkey, donkey, why are you sad? Our good, nice, stubborn baby. Sometimes you get up and won’t move. Why are you silent and won’t respond? – I’m not stubborn, I just dream, How I fly across the blue sky! Smoothly soaring high, high! And it’s so easy in my soul, easy…………………………………….. You’re funny, you’re an animal, not a bird. Is it possible for this to happen? I think if you strive for something, then a lot can happen. You can build a dream airplane and go on a successful flight! I want dreams to come true on this planet, in pink. *** Once upon a time Peter lived with two big cats. They didn’t go through the door - they climbed through the windows. But one day, in bad weather, he closed the windows. Those remained on the street, the little fools cried. A puppy ran past, picking up crumbs, “Why are you crying so bitterly, matryoshka kitties?” - We wanted to get into the house, the windows were closed... Meow at the doors, and they were open. Get to know the world to the fullest, silly cats, Otherwise all sorts of mistakes will hinder you. © 12/24/2011 Sergey Kosa Urantia
For a child aged 5 years
Parents should know that their little one at the age of five will not focus his interest on any one object. On this basis, when choosing poems, you should focus on works that use things that are understandable to a child. If you need to learn a poem, it should be short and simple.
Where is whose house?
The sparrow lives under the roof, In a warm hole there is a mouse's house. The frog has a house in the pond. A bird's house - a warbler - in the garden. - Hey chicken, where is your house? He is under his mother's wing.
Physical exercises in kindergarten
Horse
I climbed onto the horse and hold on with my hands. Look at me. I went to my mother.
cat house
Ding-dong, ding-dong, The cat's house caught fire. A chicken is running with a bucket, But she didn't get there, She spilled the water.
For a child aged 6 years
Children's poems for speech development. One of the main aspects for a baby is his family. Poems on this topic are very suitable for children aged six. Thanks to these works, the child understands and realizes that it is most correct to value and love in life, and learn to set priorities correctly. Preschoolers will be pleased to read a warm and touching work to their close family members.
Dad
Dad reads books to me. I value my friendship with him. I’ll retell each fairy tale out loud for Dad. I’ll retell it out loud. Then I’ll take the book. I’ll read it aloud to dad. Dad will retell the story. It will take my breath away. That’s how we read to each other. We retell it out loud. And it’s so fun in the apartment. And it’s so fabulous all around.
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Children at this age will be no less interested in riddles about family members.
Who will teach us how to hammer a nail, not as a joke, but seriously? Who will teach you to be brave? If you fall off your bike, don’t whine, And scratch your knee, and don’t cry? Of course... (Dad)
He will always treat you with jam, he will set the table with treats, Lada is our sweetheart, Who? - Dear... (grandmother)
A very relevant topic for children aged six is saying goodbye to kindergarten.
Goodbye, kindergarten!
The kindergarten gave us a lot of knowledge and skills into the world of discoveries, adventures and success! And now we are invited to visit the school - 1st grade! Let learning give you joy every day and every hour!
How to prepare a child for school? What to do? How to practice?
FUNNY POEMS FOR CHILDREN
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Samuil Marshak - Baggage
The lady checked in a sofa, a suitcase, a suitcase, a painting, a basket, a cardboard box and a small dog as luggage.
They gave the lady at the station four green receipts indicating that the luggage had been received: Sofa, Suitcase, Travel Bag, Painting, Basket, Cardboard And a small dog.
Things are being transported to the platform. They are thrown into an open carriage. Ready. The luggage is packed: Sofa, Suitcase, Travel Bag, Painting, Basket, Cardboard And a small dog.
But as soon as the bell rang, the puppy ran away from the carriage. We stopped at the Dno station: One place was lost. In fright, they count the luggage: Sofa, Suitcase, Travel Bag, Picture, Basket, Cardboard... - Comrades! Where's the little dog?
Suddenly they see a huge disheveled dog standing by the wheels. They caught him - and into the luggage, There, where the bag lay, the Picture, the Basket, the Cardboard, Where the little dog had been before.
We arrived in the city of Zhitomir. Porter number fifteen Carries luggage on a trolley: Sofa, Suitcase, Sacvoyage, Picture, Basket, Cardboard, And behind them they lead a little dog.
The dog will growl, and the lady will scream: “Robbers!” The thieves! Freaks! The dog is the wrong breed! She threw the suitcase, pushed away the sofa with her foot, the Painting, the Basket, the Cardboard... - Give me back my dog!
- Excuse me, mother! At the station, According to the luggage receipt, they received luggage from you: Sofa, Suitcase, Travel Bag, Picture, Basket, Cardboard And a small dog. However, during the journey the Dog could grow up!
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Daniil Kharms - 44 cheerful siskin
They lived in the apartment Forty-four Forty-four Merry Siskins: Siskin the dishwasher, Siskin the scrubber, Siskin the gardener, Siskin the water carrier, Siskin the cook, Siskin the housewife, Siskin the messenger, Siskin the chimney sweep.
The stove was heated, Porridge was cooked, Forty-four Merry Siskins: Siskin with a ladle, Siskin with a stump, Siskin with a rocker, Siskin with a sieve, Siskin covers, Siskin convenes, Siskin pours, Siskin distributes.
Having finished their work, Forty-four Merry Siskins went hunting: Siskin for a bear, Siskin for a fox, Siskin for a grouse, Siskin for a hedgehog, Siskin for a turkey, Siskin for a cuckoo, Siskin for a frog, Siskin for a grass snake.
After the hunt, they took up the notes of Forty-four Merry Siskins: They played together: Siskin on the piano, Siskin on the dulcimer, Siskin on the trumpet, Siskin on the trombone, Siskin on the accordion, Siskin on the comb, Siskin on the lip!
The whole house went to see the finches we knew. Forty-four cheerful siskins: Siskin on a tram, Siskin on a motor, Siskin on a cart, Siskin on a cart, Siskin in a rattle, Siskin on the heels, Siskin on a shaft, Siskin on an arc!
They wanted to sleep, they were making their beds, forty-four cheerful siskins: a siskin on the bed, a siskin on the sofa, a siskin on a basket, a siskin on a bench, a siskin on a box, a siskin on a reel, a siskin on a piece of paper, a siskin on the floor.
Lying in bed, Forty-four cheerful siskins whistled together: Siskin - triti-titi, Siskin - tiri-tirli, Siskin - dili-dili, Siskin - ti-ti-ti, Siskin - tiki-tiki, Siskin - tiki-riki, Siskin - bye-bye, Chizh - bye-bye-bye!
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Samuil Marshak - That's how absent-minded he is from Basseynaya Street
There lived an absent-minded man on Basseynaya Street.
In the morning he sat down on the bed, began to put on his shirt, put his hands into the sleeves - It turned out that these were trousers.
That's how absent-minded he is from Basseynaya Street!
He began to put on his coat - They told him: “That’s not it!” He began to pull on his gaiters - They told him: “Not yours!”
That's how absent-minded he is from Basseynaya Street!
Instead of a hat, He put on a frying pan as he walked. Instead of felt boots, I pulled gloves onto my heels.
That's how absent-minded he is from Basseynaya Street!
One day he was on the tram going to the station and, opening the doors, he said to the leader:
“Dear Carriage! Dear Carriage Dear Deeply Respected! No matter what, I need to go out. Is it possible to stop Vokzai at the tram?”
The counselor was surprised - the tram stopped.
That's how absent-minded he is from Basseynaya Street!
He went to the buffet to buy himself a ticket. And then he rushed to the cash register to buy a bottle of kvass.
That's how absent-minded he is from Basseynaya Street!
He ran to the platform, climbed into the uncoupled carriage, carried in the bundles and suitcases, stuffed them under the sofas, sat down in the corner in front of the window and fell into a peaceful sleep...
“What kind of stop is this?” - He shouted early in the morning. And from the platform they say: “This is the city of Leningrad.”
He slept a little again and again looked out the window, saw a large train station, scratched himself and said:
“What kind of stop is this - Bologoe or Popovka?” And from the platform they say: “This is the city of Leningrad.”
He slept a little again and again looked out the window, saw a large station, stretched and said:
“What kind of station is this - Dibuny or Yamskaya?” And from the platform they say: “This is the city of Leningrad.”
He shouted: “What a joke! I’ve been traveling for the second day, And I came back, And I came to Leningrad!”
That's how absent-minded he is from Basseynaya Street!
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Daniil Kharms - Away
The mouse invited me to a new house for a cup of tea. For a long time I could not enter the house, but I got into it with difficulty. And now you tell me: Why and why There is no home and no tea, There is literally nothing!
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Daniil Kharms - Tiger on the street
I thought for a long time where the tiger came from on the street. Thought and thought, thought and thought, thought and thought, thought and thought. At that time the wind blew, And I forgot what I was thinking about. So I don’t know where the tiger came from on the street.
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Samuel Marshak - Visiting the Queen
-Where were you today, pussy? - The Queen of England.
- What did you see at court?! - I saw a mouse on the carpet!
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Nikolay Rubtsov - Found out
An old water carrier came through the door from the snowstorm in the morning, and Alenka said: “Mom, you see, Santa Claus has come, I recognized him right away!”
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Samuel Marshak - About the hippopotamus
Mom and I agreed to wait for the day off and watch gi-gi-topama... No, gi-popo-toto-popama... No, gi-toto-popo-potama... Let mom speak for me!
We entered the open gate and the two of us ran to look at the hippopotamus. We call him that more often.
He doesn't know his own names. No matter what you call, He still doesn’t get out of the water, He lies like a wet log.
We were unlucky today with mom. We waited for him for a whole hour, but from the bottom of the deep hole he probably didn’t notice us.
He lay there, smooth and thick-skinned, with his head buried in the sand, looking like the skin of a ham in a huge bowl of soup.
For whole days He does not leave the reservoir - it is fresh there. — Does he have office hours? — We asked the guards.
— Yes, there are meal times. We feed him by the hour! - And suddenly, shining like a boot, the Hippopotamus himself stood up.
His brains must have gotten wet from the constant baths. The eyes are set in binoculars, and the mouth is open like a suitcase.
He looked around at his uninvited guests standing nearby, turned his back to the bars, bent down slightly - and plopped down!
I think the name of the hippopotamus is so difficult so that the watchman from the deep pit calls him less often...
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Daniil Kharms - Tuesdays on the pavement
On Tuesdays, an empty balloon flew over the pavement. He floated silently in the air; Someone was smoking a pipe in it, He looked at the squares and gardens, He looked calmly until Wednesday, And on Wednesday, after putting out the lamp, He said: Well, the city is alive.
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Sasha Cherny - Setting
Son roars. Beaten for a deuce plus, The wife took the last ruble for her curls, The husband, killed by a bench and gumboil, Calculates the monthly decline. The pitiful pennies are grunting on the accounts: The purchase of an umbrella and firewood has made a hole, And the pink hood made of paper jacket Throws the bent bald spot into the sweat. A little siskin whistles just above your head (Even though God's bird hasn't eaten since the morning), A lonely saffron milk cap is sour on a saucer, But the vodka was drunk to the last drop yesterday. The little girl under the bed gives the cat an enema, In a rush of happiness, her mouth half-opened, And the cat, indulging in gloomy pessimism, screams excitedly in a tragic voice. An eyebrowless sister in a shabby jacket rapes a cold piano, and behind the wall a seamstress dweller sings a romance: “Understand my sadness.” How can you not understand? In the dining room, the cockroaches, having left the stale bread, began to think a little, In the buffet, the glasses rattle sympathetically, And the dampness drips like tears from the ceiling.
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Yuri Vladimirov - Ninochka's purchases
Mom told Nina: - Nina, buy from the store: A pound of meat, a bottle of kvass, granulated sugar, a matchbox, butter and compote. The money is here.
Nina said: “I’m rushing!” He runs and repeats by heart: - A pound of meat, a bottle of kvass, granulated sugar, a matchbox, butter and compote. Money in your pocket - here it is.
There are a lot of people in the shop. There is a long line at the cash register, there are six people in front of Nina, and Nina needs a receipt for a pound of meat, a bottle of kvass, granulated sugar, a matchbox, butter and compote. The money is here.
Finally, it’s Ninka’s turn. Nina repeats without hesitation: “Give me a pound of kvass, a bottle of meat, match sand, a box of sugar, butter and compote.” The money is here.
The cashier says in response: - Sorry, no such thing! How can you hang the kvass? The meat won’t fit in the bottle... For butter and compote Check - here! And I personally have never heard of the sugar box and match sand - That’s right, the goods are foreign...
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Agnia Barto - Rope
Spring, spring outside, Spring days! Like birds, tram calls are pouring out.
Noisy, cheerful, spring Moscow. Not yet dusty, green foliage.
The rooks are chattering in the tree, the trucks are thundering. Spring, spring outside, Spring days!
Passers-by cannot pass here: There is a rope in the way. In chorus, the girls count Ten times ten.
This is from our yard Champions, masters Carry jump ropes in their pockets, Jumping since the very morning.
In the courtyard and on the boulevard, in the alley and in the garden, and on every sidewalk in full view of passers-by,
And from the run, And on the spot, And with both feet Together.
Lidochka came forward. Lida takes the jump rope.
The girls are jumping around cheerfully and deftly, and the rope has broken out of Lidochka’s hands.
- Lida, Lida, you are small! You shouldn't have taken the jump rope! - Lida doesn't know how to jump, she won't make it to the corner!
Early in the morning, suddenly there was a clatter of feet in the corridor. Neighbor Ivan Petrovich stood up and couldn’t understand anything.
He was terribly indignant, And he said angrily: “Why is there someone stomping like an elephant in the hall all night?”
Grandma got out of bed - It’s time to get up anyway. This is Lida in the corridor learning to jump in the morning.
Lida jumps around the apartment and counts out loud herself. But so far she can only count to two.
Lida asks her grandmother: “Turn it a little!” I've already jumped almost to ten.
“Well,” said the grandmother, “Isn’t that enough for now?” Lime is probably falling from the ceiling below.
Spring, spring outside, Spring days! The rooks are chattering in the tree, the trucks are thundering.
Noisy, cheerful, spring Moscow. Not yet dusty, green foliage.
Lidochka came forward, Lida took the jump rope.
- Lida, Lida! That's it Lida! Voices are heard. - Look, it’s Lida, she’s been galloping for half an hour!
- I’m straight, I’m sideways, With a turn, And with a jump, And with a run, And in place, And with both legs Together...
I galloped to the corner. - I couldn’t do that!
Spring, spring outside, Spring days! The students are coming with books and notebooks.
The boulevards and gardens are full of noisy fun, And rejoice as much as you want, Jump in every possible way.
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Agnia Barto - Assistant
Tanyusha has a lot to do, Tanyusha has a lot to do: In the morning I helped my brother, - He ate candy in the morning.
She promised to wash the spoons, She spilled wood glue, She opened the door for the cat, She helped her meow.
Tanya has so much to do: Tanya ate, drank tea, sat down, sat with her mother, got up, went to her grandmother.
Before going to bed I told my mother: “You undress me yourself, I’m tired, I can’t, I’ll help you tomorrow.”
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Korney Chukovsky - Fly in the bathhouse
A fly flew into the bathhouse and wanted to take a steam bath.
The cockroach chopped wood and flooded Mukha's bathhouse.
And the furry bee brought her a washcloth.
The fly was washing itself, The fly was washing itself, The fly was hovering, Then it fell, rolled and hit.
I dislocated my rib and twisted my shoulder.
“Hey, little ant, call the doctors!” The grasshoppers came and fed the fly drops.
The fly became as it was, good and cheerful.
And she rushed off again, flying along the street.
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Samuel Marshak - To the city
To the city, to the city for the pig I go on foot. I'm returning home on a pig.
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Alexey Eroshin - Illiterate Pirate
Once upon a time there lived an uncultured and illiterate pirate. Throwing garbage past the trash can The pirate was terribly happy.
Without any shame, he robbed ships at sea, and did not waste any effort on reading smart books.
One day a pirate decided to bury a treasure on the beach, exactly thirty-three rubies, each weighing one hundred carats.
But he just can’t decide: So that the treasure doesn’t go to waste, should I put the treasure in the hole, should I put it in or should I put it down?
“What if,” he thinks, “Unfortunately, I put the Treasure in the wrong place? So, with this situation, I’ll go all over the world!”
The sadness of the pirate gnaws, The pirate put down his knives. To put, or to put - Which is correct, tell me?
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Andrey Usachev - On Dad
I can ride my dad Day and night. It's bad that dad has nothing to grab onto. If you grab him from behind, he shouts: “You can’t see!” - And it hurts for the hair, And it hurts for the ears!
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Valentin Berestov - Seryozha and nails
The whole house shakes. Seryozha hits with a hammer. Blushing with anger, he hammers nails. The nails bend, the nails crumple, the nails wriggle, they just mock Seryozha - they don’t drive into the wall. It's good that your hands are intact. No, it’s a completely different matter - hammering nails into the ground! Knock! - and the hat is not visible. They don’t bend, they don’t break, they come out again.
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Boris Zakhoder - Kiskino grief
Pussy is crying in the corridor. She has a great grief: Evil people do not allow Poor Pussy to Steal Sausages!
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Sergey Mikhalkov - Runaway
Once upon a time there was a dog named Cheburashka, with a curly back and a funny face.
The owner was so attached to her that she took her with her everywhere in a small basket.
And often in that basket, Among the bunches of parsley, A fluffy tail stuck out and the ears moved.
The owner of Cheburashka cut her hair and bathed her, She, without knowing the limits, spoiled the dog.
She got her a beautiful leash, and cut a scarf for a warm blanket.
I bought chicken liver at the market and fed the dog at the same time.
And she lived in contentment and knew only one thing: It’s forbidden to play with other people’s dogs!
The hostess with Cheburashka goes out for a walk, thereby attracting everyone's attention:
- And a dog needs to be such a pocket dog! - Where can I get one or buy one?
- What breed is she and how old is she? — Bluish-gray Her natural color?..
The hostess answered questions in detail, The dog purred impolitely at passers-by.
And if anyone tried to reach out to her, She tried to bite him properly.
At the same time, she was shaking all over, barking at the top of her lungs, not wanting to meet people of this kind...
I don’t know how it happened And whose fault it was, But somehow Cheburashka went for a walk alone.
And suddenly, from the gateway, a stray dog comes towards me - a torn ear and covered in scars, poor fellow.
Cheburashka fell with her belly on the damp grass. “I’m missing! Gone!” flashed through my head.
The lost hungry dog sniffed Cheburashka and somehow became confused in front of the fashionable dog.
- Where are you from?.. - From the eighth floor... - The dog answered, trembling all over with fear.
- And y-you? - And I’m from the landfill! The dog answered tiredly. - We fought over a bone, but I got hit again!..
And the tender Cheburashka felt sorry for the poor fellow, and she wanted to know what “dump” means.
And there was something mysterious in this word that pulled so irresistibly through the gates...
Cheburashka has disappeared! The hostess is all in tears and just laments all the time “Oh!” yes “Ah!”
The evening newspaper advertised: “Whoever finds the dog will receive a reward!”
No one responded and did not pick up the trail. A week has already passed, and Cheburashka is gone...
Lives as it will for the careless dirty little one - in broad daylight for the missing fugitive Cheburashka.
In the circle of her own kind, Without shelter and without rights, Her obstinate disposition has completely changed.
As before, She no longer barks at passers-by, She stands to the side and wags her tail.
The boy is gnawing on a bagel, And Cheburashka is waiting: Perhaps half a piece will fall to her.
Nobody cares for her, doesn’t stroke her, doesn’t rock her, and yet the Dog doesn’t get bored without her owner.
She no longer sees chicken giblets, but there are so many girlfriends and boyfriends around.
Let it sometimes come to a quarrel and a fight, Stray dogs are friends with each other.
They chase cats and wander around the yards - Today they are seen here, And tomorrow they are seen there.
And with them Cheburashka spends the night anywhere, among stray dogs she became the same.
But every dog, however, spending the night under the bridge, would eventually like to get into someone's house.
Not in a golden cage, but in a house where friendship is valued and where the dog is fed for loyalty and service.
Any homeless dog always thought about this, When Cold hid his nose under his paw.
But since Cheburashka herself left home, this feeling was still unfamiliar to her...
The owner of Cheburashka has been looking, looking, waiting... And she won’t get herself a new dog.
And I often remember about that runaway, But what happened to her next, I still don’t know...
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Maurice Carême - The doll is sick
Why are you sick, doll, I know now: At night you slowly opened the door.
At night you ran away from me to the ball, and Mishka danced with you until dawn.
You didn’t put on your coat, the cat saw it. It’s disgusting to look at – your nose is running.
So that you don’t run around dancing with the teddy bear anymore, I’ll have to make you a doll, lock you up at night.
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Andrey Usachev - Gift
My friend horse is eight years old today. I will give the horse a large bouquet of flowers.
The horse will put them in a vase and won’t eat them right away.
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Vladimir Stepanov - Fashionista
A zebra loves to run around the lawn in a striped T-shirt. A zebra won't wear a checkered T-shirt even for candy.
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Daniil Kharms - Why are they incurious?
Why are these women on the contrary incurious? Because they are primitive, like a bad locomotive.
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Maurice Carême - Teddy
All bears are worse than Teddy, And even though Teddy is small in stature, I have never met a better bear cub than Teddy.
If I see sweets, I ask for them for two. If Teddy doesn't want to eat, I eat them alone.
I am healthy - and Teddy is healthy, I am sick - and he is sick, I was guilty by accident - He goes to the corner with me.
If I’m walking late, Mom shouts to me through the window: “Come back quickly, Teddy has been waiting for you for a long time!”
And when they don’t allow me to sit with adults, Teddy the teddy bear goes to sleep with me.
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Marina Boroditskaya - Conversation with a bee
I was stung by a bee. I screamed: “How could you?!” The bee responded: “How could you pick my favorite flower?” After all, I really needed him: I was saving him for dinner!”
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Eduard Uspensky - Once upon a time there was a little elephant
I want to tell one simple fairy tale, Or maybe not a fairy tale, Or maybe not a simple one. I remember her from childhood, Or maybe not from childhood, Or maybe I don’t remember, But I will remember.
In one huge park, Or maybe not in a park, Or maybe in a zoo. Mom and dad lived with one funny baby elephant, Or maybe not a baby elephant, Or maybe a pig, Or maybe a crocodile.
One winter evening, Or maybe a summer evening, He wanted to take a walk in the park without his mother And got lost right away, Or maybe not right away, He sat down on a bench And roared loudly.
Some adult stork, Or maybe not a stork, Or maybe not an adult, But a very young one Decided to help a baby elephant Or maybe a piglet Or maybe a crocodile And took him with him.
Is this your street? - This is my street, Or maybe not this, Or maybe not mine.
- Is this your cage? - This is my cage, Or maybe not this one, I don’t remember exactly.
They walked like this for an hour, Or maybe two, From the cage to the pool Under the sun and in the dust, But the house where the little elephant lived, Or maybe the little pig, Or maybe the little crocodile, In the end they found it.
And at home, dad and grandma, Or maybe mom and grandpa, Now they fed the Hungry son, They stroked him lightly, Or maybe they didn’t stroke him, They spanked him lightly, Or maybe not lightly.
But from now on, the baby elephant Or maybe the pig Or maybe the crocodile has memorized His address And remembers it very firmly, And even very firmly. I remembered it myself, but I just forgot it.
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Daniil Kharms - Man is made of three parts
Man is made of three parts, three parts, three parts. Heu-la-la, drum-drum-tu-tu! Three parts man!
A beard and an eye, and fifteen arms, and fifteen arms, and fifteen arms. Heu-la-la, drum-drum-tu-tu! Fifteen arms and a rib.
But, by the way, not fifteen hands, fifteen pieces, fifteen pieces. Heu-la-la, drum-drum-tu-tu! Fifteen pieces, but not hands.
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Stanislav Vostokov - Here comes the Eighth of March
The Eighth of March has arrived, my chest is bursting with happiness, I need to give my mother something on this holiday.
I’ll wash my face for her as a gift, I’ll comb her hair as a gift, I’ll fit into a pair of the best slippers and put on perfume!
For a child aged 7
Most children are older and study poems by many famous poets: Pushkin, Ershov, Marshak, Mikhalkov, Chukovsky and other authors. Poems for remembering months, days of the week, numbers and letters are very good for training your memory.
Months
Eternally following each other The months go in a circle: In January and February Snow lies all over the earth. In March and April the sound of drops can be heard. As the snow and ice melt, May will come to us with flowers, But in June and July it will become hot as in a saucepan. And in August and September we will reap the harvest. In October and November, the forest beast will fall asleep in a hole, and when December comes there will be a holiday - New Year! Let's buy a new calendar and January will come again.
The letter a
Without the letter A you cannot write mom, Without the letter A you cannot write dad. And many of the words that you hear, without the letter A, you also cannot write. Well, for example, the word drum, Or, say, hare and wild boar. That's why we need the letter A, That's why the letter A is important to us. It’s not for nothing that no matter what you say, She is in first place in the Alphabet.
Unit
Unit, unit - The number is thin, like a knitting needle. She is very slender, visible to everyone. She is the first to sing a song, she is always the first to dance, from this number every day we count down all our affairs. There is an excellent motto, children, that one is responsible for everything, the Musketeers honor it,
They are eager to fight for one.
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Children's poems
The Star Wanderer of the Worlds Carried Gifts on his sleeves, And over his shoulder was a bag, As if Grandfather for the New Year, The corner became leaky, And the snow began to fall, The children were making a joyful noise, White flies were flying, The girl asked, - Wanderer, Give me a washbasin, So that I can wash the animals, To endow them with cleanliness, - There is no washbasin, There is a box where there is LIGHT, You have it inside, But here is the key, here, take it, The boy asked for rain, - This, dear, wait, Since I spilled snow, Let the winter have fun, On- It’s better for you to have a brush, Take up the ornaments, You will draw with it, Make patterns for winter, Gave others a notebook, Write fairy tales for children, There were many Gifts from huge sleeves. © 11/14/2011 Firefly
For children
Day after day, week after week We passed by you and me. The two of us walked, slept, ate, My child, my long-awaited one. Your mother couldn't wait for her first date with her child. You knocked with your arms and legs, moved in your mother, and then finally your mother saw her long-awaited happiness. On this winter day, spring came. Not for everyone, but certainly for her. My dear children, I love you deeply, without boundaries, To write a book about this, a thousand pages are not enough for me. In this life I lost a lot, I only gained more than anyone else. After all, without you I was quietly dying, but with you I came to life again. © 04/01/2013 Feruza
To my children
I love my children so much, But I often overdo it. Forgive me, my dear ones, because it’s all because of love. I love their sweet voice so much, Like streams in spring. Even if they are full of pranks, I love them all the same, Stronger than love. I so want that in life, Luck smiles at them, So that happiness covers them completely, So that they are unbending and steadfast in the fight against their fate. I really want my mentors to be good for them. But it doesn’t always work out well, alas! I so want to help them reach the heights of which we have not yet told. And give them a good start in life and education for them. I so want that when they get older, they don’t forget about me, And that when they come to visit, they whisper: “Mommy, we miss you so much And we all love you very much!” And they hugged you so tightly and kissed you. And I will always cherish this kiss. May the Lord protect them from evil, from evil, illness and filth, and fill their hearts with reverence, truth and faith. I love you so much, you are mine. You are my happiness given from above. The two most important people for me in such a huge world. I love you And this is forever. © 04/09/2013 Elena Nesterova
To our children...
Children, this is our seed of happiness! The sun shines brighter, more cheerfully, If suddenly the baby smiled at us, Surprising all your guests! And the baby, opening his tender mouth, Where he doesn’t even have a tooth yet, will mumble quietly, like a stream, Something incomprehensible to everyone And opening his blue eyes, Seeing his mother bending over, He will stretch out his chubby little hands, And want to tell her something... The mother will take her dear, beautiful child in her weary arms, lean him against her tired chest, very quietly and tenderly saying: “You grow up, my little son, quickly grow into a hero, you are still just a small sprout, but my support in the future. You are my dear blood. You will grow up and leave your home, But we all live, knowing from birth, The best way is only the way home...” © 09/29/2012 Venera Goncharova (Poem written at school age)
