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I'm lying sick
I regret myself.
Sighing on my back
I’ll lie on my side again ...
Friends do not go to me
Visit the poor man.
I'm lying sick
I regret myself.
Where are my comrades?
How do you spend your summer?
They fight without me
On football somewhere ...
I'm lying sick
I regret myself.
I wait when in the end
The doors will open
And six boys will burst
Five at least.
But the silence in the apartment ...
Tru eyes awake
Suddenly I see (those on!)
“Five girls come in.”
Five girls sat in a row
By my bed.
“Well, enough!” They say.
- Ill, and that's enough.
Do you know the songs or not?
You will be a chorus!
- I nod to them in response:
- Well, let's sing, perhaps.
Tanya (thin voice,
Tail on the back of the head)
He speaks:
- And this is juice for you in a bottle.
Miracles! Waiting for the boys
And the girls came.
I'm not at odds with them
He fought once.
I'm lying sick
I regret myself
How to sing with the girls
Immediately having fun.
* * *
The hotter the day, the sweeter the pine forest
Breathe dry, resinous scent
And I had fun in the morning
Wandering around these sunny chambers!
Everywhere shine, everywhere bright light,
Sand is like silk ...
Cling to the clumsy pine
And I feel: I'm only ten years old
And the trunk is a giant, heavy, stately.
The bark is rough, wrinkled, red,
But so warm, so warm by the sun!
And it doesn't seem like pine smells
And the heat and dryness of sunlight.
* * *
Little fashionista with a mirror in her hands
And a questioning look in blue eyes.
Big-hair curlers on a swarm head,
And a little cilia fan like that.
Looks wary. Maybe what's wrong?
Everything, like mom, does varnish on her fingers.
It seems like I’ve thought it over, I must hurry
And outfit new sooner to defeat all.
Brand new dress, curls, like a system.
But where are the shoes for me like that?
That’s my mother’s shelf, what a heel!
Just something very big shoes!
Little legs walk slowly
A little fashionista leads to her grandmother.
Grandmother smiled, remembered herself
As once I took my mother’s shoes.
A little fashionista is standing at the mirror
And with a look of criticism he looks at himself ...
* * *
Take care of your children
Do not scold them for pranks.
The evil of their bad days
Never tear them down.
Don't be mad at them seriously
Even if they were guilty,
Nothing is more expensive than tears
What with the cilia of relatives rolled down.
If fatigue knocks down
There is no urine to cope with her
Well, son will come to you
Or a daughter will extend her arms.
Hold them tight
Cherish your child’s affection
is it happiness a short moment
Hurry to be happy.
Cause melting like snow in spring
These golden days flashed
And leave the native hearth
Your children have matured.
Leafing through an album
With childhood photos,
With sadness remember the past
About those days when we were together.
How will you want
At this time, return again
So that they can sing a little song,
Cheeks with gentle lips touch.
And while there’s a laugh in the house,
There’s nowhere to go from toys
You are happier than anyone in the world
Take care, please, childhood!
* * *
There are quiet children. Napping on the shoulder
An affectionate mother is sweet to them in the afternoon.
Their weak hands do not tear to the candle, -
They do not play with fire.
There are children - like sparks: the flame is akin to them.
They are taught in vain: “After all, it’s burning, do not touch!”
They are wayward (because they are sparks!)
And boldly grab the fire.
There are strange children: they have insolence and fear.
Cross slowly falling itself,
Fit, don't dare, turn pale in tears
And crying run from the fire.
* * *
I was friends with a giant in childhood.
We had fun alone.
He wandered through forests and glades.
I skipped after him.
And he was a real man
With self-awareness
And the knife turned the penknife,
And wore long pants.
We walked together all summer.
Nobody dared to touch me.
And I am a giant for this
He sang all his father’s songs.
Oh my noble and proud
Intercessor, giant and hero!
At that time you finished fourth
And I switched to the second.
Guys are equal in height
And they will become friends on an equal footing.
I grew up. I finished ninth
When you died in the war.
* * *
There were bumps on the forehead
There are lanterns under the eye.
If we are boys
That we are heroes.
Scratches. Splinters.
We are afraid only of iodine!
(Here, unashamedly, tears
The general himself pours.)
Let the head in the green
And in the band-aids leg
But there are still strengths
To defeat the enemy.
Stubborn, in the morning we
Again to the battle, on patrol!
... from those battles scars
Stayed so far.
* * *
Other kids eat like that
as we did not dream of with you.
They, eating everything,
grow heroes!
They, to the delight of dads and moms,
go to bed so early
for nothing neither to me nor to you
do not keep up with them.
They are in diary briefcases
invest do not forget
they are rugs
willingly beat out.
And if you occasionally lie,
then this is not on purpose.
That's just where they live,
no one knows for sure!
* * *
Sparks are funny in your eyes
Fidget dear how good you are!
You get up a light bird early with the sun
And all day you coo songs you sing.
Your girlfriends like your perky laugh
Everyone around admires this girl.
And wish the doll warm bright days
Mom and Dad please and have friends.
The plateau is smart on you now,
From you beauty we do not look away.
Affectionately princess will be called
After all, only look for such a girl!
* * *
The boy chose the rose carefully
So that the rest does not mash,
The saleswoman glanced uneasily:
To help him, not to help?
Thin fingers in ink
Bumping into flower spikes
I chose the one that revealed
Today morning, the petals.
Raking your little thing out of your pockets,
To the question - to whom did he buy?
I was embarrassed somehow very strange:
"Mom ..." - whispered barely audibly.
“Birthday, she's thirty today ...”
She and I are very close friends.
Only here she lies in the hospital,
Soon I will have a brother.
Ran away. And we stood with the saleswoman,
To me - for forty, to her - for fifty.
Women were worth being born
In order to raise these guys.
* * *
If I were a girl -
I would not lose time!
I wouldn’t jump on the street,
I'd wash my shirts
I would have washed the floor in the kitchen
I would sweat in the room
I would have washed cups, spoons,
I would peel the potatoes myself
All my toys myself
I would put it in its place!
Why am I not a girl?
I would help my mom like that!
Mom would immediately say:
“Well done you son!”
* * *
Mom knelt down
Before him in the grass.
The sun is dancing on the hairstyle
On the blue sailor suit
On a curly head.
Only there, behind the house, the shadows ...
Mom wants a clove
Pin the baby
- That's why she crouched.
Hands are white, the dress is white ...
Cling to her grass all the way.
- Fingers only crumple cloves.
- boy bright head
Dipped to the chest.
- "Do not twist, my friend, stand straight!"
Something is very slow mom!
How to sneak out
Looking for a little trick.
Mom is crying.
On knees
A flower fell to her.
The sun undead gaze and leaves
Gilding with an invisible brush
Every petal.
- Only there, behind the house, the shadows ...
* * *
Eh, the boys can't understand
What a pleasure -
Long braids to grow
Almost from birth!
Spit care and care
Nurture-work
Big Tooth Scallop
Rain water.
Rinse with baby soap
Or strawberry
Then rinse,
That egg yolk.
Ikak sweet in the morning
Sitting on the bed
Tightly weave them
Or barely.
To sort of stick out
We stood over your shoulders.
Or a smooth stream
They murmured on the back ...
How nice to choose
Silk ribbons.
And from alien grandmothers
Hear compliments!
No, the boys can't understand
Happiness is not easy -
Long braids to wear
Class until the sixth.
And then go take a
Haircut line
And resolutely say:
“Cut to the boy!”
Best nursery rhymes
I'm testing myself -
I bring up parents
“Sit!” - and I get up,
“Don’t sing!” - and I sing,
"Be quiet" - and I scream,
"It is impossible!" - and I WANT !!!
After all this
Something is growing in the house ...
I wonder who whom
As a result, educates?
* * *
Tell me, where did I come from?
I asked everyone a question.
And grandfather answered me:
- The stork brought us to us.
And my grandmother told me:
“They found you in cabbage.”
And uncle joked: - From the station
They brought you in a basket.
I know it's not true
Mom gave birth to me
I just don’t know the answer
Where mom took me.
My sister grumbled at me:
“You turned everyone's head.”
And I started again:
- And where did I live until my mother?
None of this is a secret from adults
I couldn’t explain it like that.
Only mom answered simply:
“You lived in my heart, son!”
* * *
Mom and Dad were so bored
So sad in silence.
But all the sorrows disappeared
Worth to be born to me!
I love dad with mom
I have fun all the time!
All in all, was my birthday
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* * *
And what is HAPPINESS, mom?
- asked my son.
And staring into my eyes stubbornly
he was waiting for an answer from me.
I love his questions so much
they have so much childish simplicity.
And smacking his snub nose
my answer is - HAPPINESS is YOU !!!
* * *
There is nothing more trusting than a child
When he sleeps to your chest, crouching.
His breath is gentle and delicate,
It is more tender than the breath of herbs.
Like our globe
With the mother of the universe ...
With your fate, he is inseparably merged
A lump of life, warm and priceless,
So sweet to me, his hands are heavy ...
* * *
What a strength in a small hand!
The kid is walking, the legs are stepping over
He is my whole world, clenched in a fist,
Walking with me along the path.
And I, having experience and a house,
Friends, advances and payday ...
Now I go and think about
That there is no support, stronger than this handle ..
* * *
I asked God for happiness
I asked God for love.
And one warm summer night
Fate gave me happiness.
And now I ask so little:
So that happiness always laughs
So that my happiness does not hurt
And later a little bit woke up.
* * *
When I become an adult
I will let my son do everything:
Hands have sour cream
And jump on my back
Wallowing on the couch
Draw on the wall
Carry a beetle in your pocket,
Do not wash your face
Shout,
Run through the puddles
Saw the legs off the chair,
Do not sleep or dine
Riding a cat
Turn the spring in the watch
To drink tap water ...
I will let everything son
When I become an adult!
* * *
Mom is sleeping, she is tired
I already got my mom
I will not lose heart
I’ll get dad.
* * *
Ah, how many cats there are
You and I will never count them.
Heart dreams of sweet peas
And the blue star rings.
Will I, in delirium or wake up,
I only remember from a distant day -
A kitten purred on a couch,
Looking at me indifferently.
* * *
Adults -
Only worth
take a closer look at them
and immediately see
how much childhood they have.
Both in dad and in mom
and in a strict passerby,
and in old grandfather
with grandma too.
This is especially noticeable,
when they are something
all of a sudden, smash
when buy
a new thing from the payday
when receive a gift
from granddaughter.
They know how to laugh
like children.
But they are all adults -
adult children.
And so
different from kids
that they have little time
for Game.
* * *
Autumn is spinning on our planet
Or spring breathed the window -
The best people in the world
Where are they? Who!
Wait a bit ...
The best
people
in the world -
There is no secret here
Well of course - CHILDREN!
* * *
We will hold him by the hands
You are dad, I am mom, He is small.
We will give love forever to him
And give happiness careless.
The three of us - the family is very friendly,
For each other, we are people we need.
He smiles at us parents
And we answered him delightfully.
We will go holding hands.
You are dad, I am mom, He is small.
Beautiful poems about children
In my arms, happiness is sleeping.
I dare not disturb him.
Nothing is dearer to the heart
Than the blush of relatives lanit.
These dimples on the cheeks
A pure gaze deep in eternity
And childishly awkward tenderness.
An angel is sleeping on my arms ...
* * *
Cheeks gently touch the fingers.
I kiss your palms.
I call you my bunny.
I’m stroking the heels - you are laughing.
I'll kiss your crown.
With delight you exclaim aloud.
Never tire of listening
This thin voice is voiced.
You are my radiant sun
Drowning in your eyes!
Is there a cleaner feeling
What is love for your child?
* * *
One child is the sun
Wait all the time.
Two children - two shores,
Between them scurry.
But what about a few children?
Constellation of stars
Where each new to the rest -
Welcome guest.
* * *
A kitten will grow up a cat,
The same as everything in the world.
The chick will turn into a bird
Well, like everything else.
And the children read
And the children dream
And even their moms and dads don't know
What will become, what children will grow up.
* * *
Mom and Dad were so bored
So sad in silence.
But all the sorrows disappeared
Worth to be born to me!
I love dad with mom
I have fun all the time!
All in all, was my birthday
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* * *
I'm with mom, I'm with mom
Mine, this one
Not Marfush and not Vovik,
Not the neighbor poodle Bobik,
I'm with my mom
I was born, eat and will be.
What a miracle in the world!
* * *
The child’s name was “CHADO”
And it doesn’t matter, son or daughter.
Here's a present for you
From me the magic line:
If you love your child
Then flog it is not necessary!
* * *
Although I am still small
And the fifth year is coming for me
But there are already so many
I have worries now.
I have a mom and dad today
It’s necessary to take a walk in the park,
Adults also need
Breathe fresh air.
I'll bring them to the zoo tomorrow,
Let them look at the animals
Maybe a puppy will buy me
After that, faster.
And we go together
To the planetarium and the cinema,
Yes, and in the circus we, perhaps,
Not long ago.
They need to be brought to the rink,
To the water park and Luna Park,
Also to the puppet theater
And at the dog show.
Develops spiritually
And physically a family.
Lucky parents
What they have me!
* * *
There is nothing more trusting than a child
When he sleeps
Crouching on your chest.
His breath is trembling and subtle,
It is more tender
Than the breath of herbs.
Like our globe
With the mother-universe
With your fate, he is inseparable
Merged ...
Lump of life
Warm and priceless
So sweet
My hands are heavy ...
* * *
I'm told too much
I give love to children
What is maternal anxiety?
My life is aging before the deadline.
Well, what can I answer them,
To the hearts
Impartial like armor?
Love given to children by me
Makes me stronger.
Everything is in it -
And the joy
And patience
And those crazy nightingales ...
For this pure burning
Thanks you,
My sons!
* * *
Children are the eyes of the timid
Feet playful on the parquet knock.
Children are the sun in cloudy motives
A whole world of hypotheses of joyful sciences.
The eternal mess in the gold rings
Affectionate words whisper in the gloom,
Peaceful pictures of birds and lambs,
that in a cozy nursery doze on the wall.
Children are evening, evening on the couch.
Through the window, in the fog, sparkles of lanterns,
The measured voice of the tale of Tsar Saltan,
About mermaids - sisters of the fabulous seas.
Children are rest, a brief moment of peace,
A trembling vow to the Lord in the bed
Children are gentle mysteries of the world,
And in the riddles themselves lies the answer.
* * *
Grandfather, trying for a granddaughter,
Seized from different places
A number of names sounding loudly:
Tovius .., Mucius .., Sven .., Orestes ...
The son-in-law decided in the course of the debate
Turn the question edge:
- Let's call it modern -
Helium .., Atom .., Cosmodrome ...
Daughter captured by the argument
Noisily crawls on the rampage
With a whole import set:
Edwin .., Melvin .., Selvin .., John ...
Grandma with the unclean to be recognized
She doesn’t want herself
Contributes by looking at the holy calendar:
Psoy .., Sysoy .., Kuzma .., Thomas ...
Writers by the Wise
Pursuing the four
Oversaw the night, and in the morning
The boy was named Peter.
Interesting poems about childhood
Let me be a girl, I'm tired of being an adult ...
I want to laugh out loud, forget about the problems ...
Give me such a tool so that at least for half an hour,
I was able to return to childhood and believe in miracles!
* * *
Childhood is not age, but a smile,
If it is presented by someone who is not familiar.
Childhood is when a snowflake flies
And you catch her mouth.
* * *
Where are you my carefree childhood?
Maybe I had a dream.
Flew into the distant past
Like a sudden ringing sound.
* * *
The older we get
The more often we remember childhood,
That happiness is barefoot
Playful, fun
And just from that,
We can’t get anywhere!
* * *
Carefree childhood
Gone forever
Carried away unnoticed
To the foggy distance ...
But about this time
It's so nice to remember
And always something for us
As if sorry ...
Vladimir Barutkin
* * *
I’m not storing anything ... in reserve ...
Except perhaps ... a cozy childhood ...
Running away ... every time ...
When you want ... just keep warm ...
Take a dip in the clear river ...
Braid ... corn ... pigtails ...
A day to live ... without worries ... light ...
Forget ... that there are quotation marks ...
Not afraid in the pool ... upside down ...
Knowing exactly there - the starry sky ...
And left with one bag ...
To know ... that there is enough daily bread ...
I’m not storing anything ... in reserve ...
Except perhaps ... a cozy childhood ...
Except ... a warm home ... for us ...
Where ... together ... we ... will be able to warm ourselves ...
* * *
Childhood smells like strawberries, milk porridge,
Old faded blanket, vidic and cassette,
Summer heat, thunder and wind, mosquito net,
Torrential rains, shells from pistachios.
Childhood smells like ice cream, honey, a fairy tale,
A new tablecloth in the kitchen, prickly hay,
Dandelions and apples in the dew,
Rickety fence and fresh paint.
Childhood smells of cherry, spruce branch,
Cucumbers in the garden, vented curtain.
Bells, river, fishing line,
Old great, crayons, ball, racket.
Childhood smells of the sun and warm bread
The smell of childhood is light and weightless,
Water spray, rainbow, blue sky.
The childhood smells in the summer and smells of the house.
* * *
In childhood, we lived – were,
Fabulously were living
In childhood, all the stars shone brighter
They were big houses.
We walked easily for days
The road was generous.
Oh how the sun was shining above us
How many were there!
How our heart was beating!
How lightly we dreamed!
Something has disappeared, something has been forgotten
There is much left in us.
The sun sets in the sky
Again, it is crowded in the sky.
Let the man shine, do not go out
Good childhood tales!
* * *
From cars scurrying in a metropolis
From the advice of urban pragmatists
I want to run, looping through the forest,
Into the fragile World of honey dandelions.
For a while, I want a gram
In childhood, where he laughs uncontrollably,
Where not crying, but sincerely crying,
Where they live out of time and do not grow old
The images of those girls and boys
What remained in the world of dandelions.
* * *
The world of my sunny childhood
He is full of happiness, kindness and light.
It is so huge, colorful, like summer,
The world of my sunny childhood!
Everything is here, as in a fairy tale, as in wonderland:
Sea and mountains, rivers, waterfalls.
Here is everything that we are very happy in life:
Gardens in spring, fields, meadows and forest.
It’s mom, dad, grandmother and grandfather,
Dog, cat, brothers and sisters.
Wonderful world: magical, clean, clear,
He is dressed in a palette of rainbow colors.
In it are all dreams, hopes and friends,
Which I love, whom I believe.
I’ll measure a particle of heart and soul,
And I am very happy in that world!
* * *
Everyone has a “Coast of Childhood" in life,
Where is the sea of fairy tales and magical dreams.
You can’t look at this beauty ...
So you want to come back again and again ...
To where light-winged dreams
Fly to search in the fog of the island
Where the little flickering fish
Where the underwater grass hid ...
Where in the spray of the rainbow sun bathing
Floats, goes into the blue distance
Such a familiar white-white sail ...
And parting with him ... a little ... sorry ...
Learn to love like in childhood - just like that ...
* * *
What is childhood?
Childhood is a sweet
This is when even
Rain and cold are a joy.
Childhood is a fairy tale
Cheburashka with Gena,
Everything around is beautiful
Unusually.
It's catching up
Inserts and stamps,
It's a carousel
In our old park.
This is when at night
They say toys
House under the covers
And pillow fights.
Childhood - on the pavement
Draw pictures,
Read Murzilka,
Jump on an elastic band.
Childhood is a miracle
Joyful faces.
It’s a pity that our childhood
It will not happen again.
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