All year round. Samuil Marshak
Haymaking is coming in July,
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
(S.Ya. Marshak)
“July is the crown of summer, the middle of the color” - this is what he says about this month folk proverb. Everything in nature has settled down, the greenery has already gained full strength, and in its shade it is pleasant to hide from the oppressive heat, which July is rich in.
The gardens are full of ovaries - the May boiling of flowers has given its results. But the flowering bushes of mock orange still continue to please the eye, their delicate aroma fills the evening air - the connection of spring with summer is especially transmitted through the flowering of mock orange.
Linden blossoms later than all trees, and it was this phenomenon that gave the name to the month in Belarusian, Lithuanian and some Slavic languages. It is pleasant to stand near a huge blooming linden, inhaling the aroma of flowers.
Bees buzz loudly, collecting nectar. It's time to prepare linden flowers for the winter in order to be treated for a cold in winter or just make tea and remember the past summer.
The meadow, until recently yellow from blooming dandelions and white when they ripened, has now changed - meadow flowers filled everything. July is the time for the flowering of herbs, the flowers are varied, some of them are completely inconspicuous, but they are all magnificent. Bees work day by day, creating a unique bouquet of fragrant and healing honey. July freedom - expanse for bees.
July is a generous month - its forest beds endow berry growers with fragrant gifts. And fragrant strawberries, and blueberries - everything is in the forest! And fresh vegetables, and new potatoes - all this begins to appear in July. And in the gardens, the picking of ripe berries begins.
Grains are pouring into the fields - the July weather contributes to the harvest. A chic sight - the sun, crawling out from behind the clouds, fills the ripening ears with gold!
July is the most thunderous month, the heat stirs the air masses, and the collision of various atmospheric fronts brings rumbling with showers. It happens that during the day there are several thunderstorms interspersed with the sun.
July thunderstorms are short and powerful, a huge amount of water pours onto the ground, but - after a couple of hours, the impenetrable puddles already disappear. Popular observation says correctly: "In summer, a bucket of water is a spoonful of dirt, and in autumn - a spoonful of water and a bucket of dirt."
After such rains, mushroom pickers rush to the forest: the first mushrooms - spikelets - fill baskets and delight with their beauty. Often in July and honey agarics, although it is they who are most surprised this month - their time has not yet come.
July begins to sprinkle red spots of chanterelles on the lawns, which will grow until autumn, but they, the first ones, are always especially pleasing.
Abundant flowering of grasses attracts a huge number of insects - this expanse gives them a lot of food, and plants - the continuation of life.
You can stand at one flower for a long time and watch the leisurely flights of insects from plant to plant.
Heat is a joy for cold-blooded animals, they crawl out on a hill and bask, thrilled with pleasure. At such moments, these crumbs are defenseless and allow themselves to be examined carefully.
During the day, the heat is unbearable, and everyone languishes from it ... Happiness to those who have the opportunity to hide from the heat, but not everyone is supposed to ...
Hay, mowed nearby, spreads a unique aroma in the evening - the herbs, drying up, are fragrant ... Fog descends on the meadows, sometimes thick and dense, creating mystical pictures in the setting sun. The birds fell silent until the morning, resting from the heat of the day, only the grasshoppers chirp incessantly, promising dry and hot weather for tomorrow.
And what colors the July sunset gives us - it is beautiful in the meadow, but it gives a special impression if you manage to enjoy it while sitting on the banks of a river or lake. The tent is set up, a fire crackles nearby, the results of evening fishing in a bowler hat ... The day calms down, giving bright colors in the end.
But the sunrise pleases! The fog gradually dissolves under the rays of the rising sun, is illuminated by it, swirls and changes every minute. To see all the splendor of the early morning, you should definitely get up early, gradually waking up in awe of such beauty.
... Little by little, July inevitably brings us closer to autumn. From the middle of the month you will no longer hear the nightingale trills, the cuckoo falls silent. Fledgling chicks leave the nests, animals help their younger generation to get food on their own.
Nature gradually relaxes, the nights become longer, and in the morning all the cobwebs in the meadow, not visible during the day, under the load of abundant dew, shine under the rays of the sun, like precious necklaces.
“It’s hot in July, but it’s a pity to part with him, in July it’s stuffy, but it’s boring to part with him.”
"July, dragging in clothes
Dandelion fluff, burdock,
July, entering home through the windows,
All loudly speaking out loud.
Steppe unkempt mess,
Smelling of linden and grass,
Tops and the smell of dill,
July meadow air.
B. Pasternak
Folk omens of July
In July, clouds stretch across the sky in stripes - it will rain.
If the grass is dry in the morning, expect rain by night.
In the morning fog spreads over the water - the weather will be fine.
The rainbow appeared in the afternoon - to improve the weather, in the morning - rain is possible.
Strong dew - by a clear day.
If the thistle thorns are bent away from the flower head, there will be a day with clear weather: if tightly pressed against it, it means bad weather.
An excellent weather forecaster is a frog. She always croaks hard before the rain.
If the frog jumps on land, it will soon rain; if he sits in the water, then, although there are clouds in the sky, there will be no rain.
The strong crackling of grasshoppers in July portends dry weather.
Bouncing like a ball
long-eared bunny,
Wants to get a rainbow
Jump through the rainbow.
June
S. Marshak
June has come.
"June! June!"
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion -
And it will all fall apart.
To the flowering meadow
The bumblebee came early.
Looking for pink porridge
Fills a cup with honey.
July
S. Marshak
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles at times,
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
The breeze shakes the sticky
Grasshopper takes out a violin.
Before sunset, before dark
Music will be heard.
August
S. Marshak
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami stands
And sunflower seeds
Filled with black.
Hello summer!
Tatyana Bokova
How much greenery around!
What is this? This summer
Finally hurries to our house.
Songbirds discord!
Fresh smell of juicy herbs,
Ripe ears in the field
And mushrooms in the shade of oak forests.
How many delicious sweet berries
In a clearing in the woods!
Here I am hired for a year
Stock vitamins!
I swim in plenty in the river,
I will sunbathe.
And on grandma's stove
How much you want I will sleep!
How much sun! How much light!
What a beautiful summer heat!
That would make it so summer
It was a whole year with me!
Rain-rain
Tatyana Bokova
Summer rain, warm shower!
Sparkling in the wind!
Leaves a sea of puddles
To get everyone drunk!
Summer rain! Rain!
We waited again!
Come on, rain! Help out
Forest dweller!
For a moose cow - a stream,
For mice - dewdrops,
And the gulls are ready for the birds
In a hole in the path.
They drink bushes with their palms,
Droplets - midges,
And the blades of grass and bushes
Drink in a teaspoon.
Just a fast summer day
The puddles are fading.
We are expecting rain tomorrow too.
Come soon!
Come to us, wait!
Let's drink again
The best tea in the world
From the forest rain!
What does the sun look like?
Tatyana Bokova
What does the sun look like?
at the round window.
Flashlight in the dark.
It looks like a ball
Damn hot too
And on the pie in the stove.
On a yellow button.
To a light bulb. On an onion.
On a copper patch.
On a cheesecake.
A little bit of orange
And even on the pupil.
Only if the sun is a ball -
Why is he hot?
If the sun is cheese
Why can't you see holes?
If the sun is a bow
Everyone would cry around.
So it shines in my window
Not a penny, not a pancake, but the sun!
Let it look like everything
still EVERYTHING EXPENSIVE!
All year round. June
Samuil Marshak
June has come.
June! June!" -
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion -
And it will all fall apart.
All year round. July
Samuil Marshak
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
and ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
All year round. August
Samuil Marshak
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
black
Packed.
Summer
Leonid Martynov
Here
And summer is on the doorstep
The touchy bees are flying,
majestically guard
attractive hives,
To all sorts of worries
Drowned in a measured rumble,
Like alarms drown in the good news,
And in June
And in July
And especially
In August.
It's all winter... But where is summer?
Boris Zakhoder
All winter...
Where is summer?
Animals, birds!
Waiting for an answer!
Summer, -
Swallow thinks -
Coming very soon.
Summer needs to hurry up
And it flies like a bird!
Arrives? -
The Mole snorted. -
Under the ground it crawls!
Speak
Summer's soon?
I don't hope so!
Toptygin grumbled:
- Summer
Sleeping in his lair
Somewhere...
The horse neighed:
- Where's the carriage?
I am now
I'll bring summer!
Summer, -
The rabbits told me
Get on the train at the station
'Cause it might be summer
Ride a HARE -
Without a ticket!
Summer rain
Apollo Maykov
"Gold, gold is falling from the sky!" -
Children scream and run after the rain...
- Come on, children, we will collect it,
Only we will collect golden grain
In full barns of fragrant bread!
Summer
Sergei Gorodetsky
I am lying on the meadow.
In heaven, no gygy.
Clouds drift away
Like a silent river.
And in the grass, on the ground,
On a flower, on a stem -
Everywhere singing and whistling,
And every leaf lives:
There is a fly and a beetle,
And a green spider.
A bee has arrived
And crawled into a flower.
Here is a grasshopper mustache
Cleans for beauty
And the ant grunts
At your work.
bumblebee hairy buzzing
And looks angrily
Where is the flower more pristine
Where is the honey pokysney.
And the cannibal mosquito,
Like a friend or a neighbor,
As if visiting
Flew to me in pykav.
Will sting and sing.
What! We must endure:
I kill on the lygy
I can't anyone.
Summer
Vladimir Orlov
What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
In the sky, rainbow-dygy!
And daisies in the meadow!
- What else will you give me?
- The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I will give you a cookie,
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
"Guess me quickly!"
And she answers you
Guessed for many years!
mosquitoes
Agniya Barto
Everyone was exhausted from the heat.
It's cold in the garden now
But that's how mosquitoes bite
Why don't you run out of the garden!
Marina, younger sister,
Fights mosquitoes.
The stubborn temper of a mosquito
But she is stubborn!
She will drive them away with her hand,
They circle again.
She screams: - What a shame,
They attacked the chest!
And mom sees from the window
How brave Marina
Fighting alone in the garden
With a detachment of mosquitoes.
Two mosquitoes are sitting again
Baby on the finger!
Marina, brave sister,
Clap on the blanket!
In summer
Sasha Black
Behind the village at full will
Airplane wind blows.
There's a potato field
Everything is blooming purple.
And beyond the field, where the mountain ash
Always out of tune with the wind
A path runs through the oak forest
Down to the cold pond.
A boat glided through the bushes
Ripples and sun sharp shine.
On the raft rumbles clearly
The fraction of the rolls under the booming splash.
The pond turns blue with a round cup.
Willows lean towards the water...
There are shirts on the raft,
And the boys are all in the pond.
The sun streaked.
Shadows curl like smoke
Eh, undress behind a birch,
I will stretch out my hands - and to them!
Summer evening
Fedor Tyutchev
The hot ball of the sun
The earth rolled off its head,
And a peaceful evening fire
The sea wave swallowed.
The bright stars have risen
And gravitating over us
Heavenly vault lifted
With their wet heads.
The airy river is fuller
Flowing between heaven and earth
The chest breathes easier and more freely,
Freed from the heat.
And sweet thrill, like a jet,
Nature ran through the veins,
How hot her legs
Key waters touched.
Poems about July for older preschoolers and younger students
July-sufferer
July - the crown of summer,
And the sun is the earth
Loosened, warm.
I'm on a sand throne
In a daisy crown
Like a king.
I swim, I sunbathe
And I help my mom
I will weed all the beds -
I don't like to be lazy.
July is a seething sufferer,
Horseman with a wreath of berries.
M. Sukhorukova
July
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles at times,
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
S. Marshak
July
Look into the July forest -
The strawberries ripen.
Each clearing -
Self-assembly tablecloth.
Found in July
Very tasty finds.
All pots know this
Banks, bowls, pans
V. Berestov
Good morning!
Sleepy birches smiled,
Tousled silk braids,
Rustling green earrings,
And silver dews are burning.
The wattle fence has an overgrown nettle
Dressed in bright mother-of-pearl
And, swaying, he whispers playfully:
"Good morning!".
S. Yesenin
Evening
Pale pink stripes
Dawn goes out behind the mountain.
An ear slumbers, leaning
Above the dewy border.
The day says goodbye to the earth.
Quietly, quietly the night is coming,
In the sky a month behind you
The stars are clear.
A. Pleshcheev
Rainbow
seven color arc
She stood over the houses.
This, my son, is a rainbow, -
Mom told me. -
If it rains but the sun
Shines brightly from above
Meet the rainbow in the window:
You will recognize the seven colors.
A. Loktev
Rainbow
A rainbow came out
Multi-colored braid.
Ribbons variegated in a braid -
And there are only seven of them.
The beauty gives them -
Take whichever you like.
E. Izmailov
Cilia
Why is this suddenly
Has the meadow turned white today?
The children all run there.
Did trouble happen?
They flew in a flock of birds.
So I'm running to the meadow...
Very white eyelashes
Daisies in the meadow.
S. Khudyakov
Daisies
Scattered white daisies
In meadows, among tall grasses.
Like someone scattered papers
Draw the suns on them.
Ringing bell invites
They gather in a field bouquet,
But daisies are tricky girls -
They just smile back.
G. Novitskaya
Haymaking
hay, hay,
The meadow was left without hair!
He is cut with braids,
It is sprinkled with dew.
Haystacks dispersed like a herd,
Just don't feed them.
We all helped adults:
They raked and raked.
And when the haystacks were swept away,
We counted them!
M. Sadovsky
Haymaking
hay, hay,
Hay cart and cart again.
Haystack and new haystack.
Both in the fields and along the roads.
How is this hairstyle
Good for summer!
and Tokmakova
What a sun
Dawn, dawn...
The village is waking up.
The sun rises early
Calls everyone to recharge.
Woke up the pig
And a foal
Mother duck and ducklings
On a crooked branch - jackdaw,
Under the window - sunflowers.
What a sun!
E. Avdienko
In the garden
Suppresses weed grass
pea bushes,
And the carrots are barely visible.
In general, things are bad.
That's how carrots don't grow
That won't make any sense!
Two sisters today again
Went out for weeding.
Marina has two hands,
And Sveta has two hands,
Work went well
Watch out, weeds!
A. Barto
Builders
Don't let your parents get angry
That the builders will be smeared.
Because the one who builds
That one is worth something!
And no matter what for now
This sand house!
B. Zakhoder
In the woods
We are looking for mushrooms in the forest,
Vigilantly we look at the bumps:
Does the russula stick out -
Snow White, Snow White?
Here is a handsome boletus
To the rotten stump stuck.
Through the aspen
The breast goggles its eyes,
Ginger loves to live under the tree,
Important, strict and prickly,
On a snag of hats a row -
A whole brood again!
Between birch trunks
In pink sundresses
girl friends,
Wave girls.
We go with baskets
We bring mushrooms home.
I. Shmyrova
How do I pick mushrooms?
I went for mushrooms.
Lost the basket.
While looking for her
Lost the scarf.
While looking for her
Lost the tape.
While looking for her
The slipper is gone.
So that my mother does not scold,
I'll go look first!
While looking for a ribbon
I found a scarf in the grass.
While looking for a slipper
I found a basket in the leaves.
And here is the ribbon with the slipper,
And next to two waves,
Two white ones, two redheads
And three big pigs!
And my mother did not scold!
I. Pivovarova
curious butterfly
Cabbage flutters its white wings,
As soon as it goes up, it immediately goes down.
Sit on the edge of a white chamomile:
Honey or tea in this little cup?
G. Glushnev
Bumblebee
Bumblebee heavy, striped
I flew in the garden all day.
He didn't just fly
He counted the flowers in the garden.
He grumbled: “Hard work!
After all, the flowers in the garden
No account."
E. Feyerabend
Spikelet
spikelet,
Who helped you grow?
Warm wind, May thunder,
The sun is in the blue sky.
Also human hands
That in labor they do not know boredom.
I can't be like this without them
Strong, tall, golden!
N. Krasilnikov
Where does the sun live
Everyone lives somewhere
Fish in the river
In a mink - a mole,
Hare - in the field,
Mouse - in the straw,
I am in a big brick house.
Dog Volchok - in my yard,
In a wooden kennel;
Murka the cat is on the couch,
Zebras - in Africa, in the savannah.
In the dark jungle - a hippopotamus ...
Well, where does the sun live?
Day and morning, it's clear
It's great to live in the sky
Well, in the evening and at night,
When everything is dark, dark
Where then the sun walks,
Where does it live then?
Per. with Kalm. I. Maznina, L. Mezinova V. Shugraeva
I found myself a beetle
On the forest chamomile.
I don't want to hold
Let it lie in a pocket.
There are six paws and two eyes,
Crack in the back...
That's good grass
Here, psesh blades of grass!
Oh, fell, fell from the hands,
Nose covered with dust.
The green beetle flew away
Flew on wings.
M. Klokova
spider
brilliant
aerial road
Quickly flash
The arms, then the legs.
It's to dine
The spider is hurrying
From maple to tree
From leaf to branch.
So smart and fast
As if in a world
There is no road more spacious and wider.
I. Maznin
Snail
I'm afraid to leave home
I go with him to my friends
And although with great difficulty
But I crawl from house to house.
A. Kondratiev
Terribly indignant Already:
Scared of us?
What nonsense!
Of course I'm a snake
But it's not poisonous at all!
A. Kondratiev
Lizard
I caught a lizard
Fear stopped me.
And what is there to be afraid of?
The tail can come off!
G. Vieru
Rooster
KU-KA-RE-KU! - rooster cries
The fishermen's fire went out.
Dew sparkles in the meadow.
The night is over!
KU-KA-RE-KU!
B. Protasov
On the lake
It's very important, don't rush
In a lake of reeds
Two ducks came up.
And behind them - wow! -
Brave guys, friendly ducklings.
They swim just as slowly
It is also important to drink water.
Well, exactly
like mothers,
Only small ones.
C. Ivanov
Ducks wandered to the river
Ducks wandered to the river, waddled,
And the dogs from the shores barked:
Woof woof!..
Quack quack!..
You will drown in vain!
Lame legs answered:
We have plenty of food in the river.
We are ducks for that,
To swim here!
M. Yasnov
go geese
Be careful, one after the other
Along the path through the variegated meadow,
goose-goose
Geese walk barefoot.
E. Avdienko
Rain
Rain, rain, what are you pouring?
Don't let us walk!
I am rain water
My land, mine, mine!
My roof and fence
My street and yard.
S. Pogorelovskiy
Rain
Rain, rain, drop
water saber,
I cut a puddle, I cut a puddle,
Cut, cut, did not cut,
And he stopped.
I. Tokmakova
What rain?
The rain dripped, drizzled,
Allowed, knocked, mowed,
It poured downpour, stood like a wall,
Drumming, crushing herbs.
The rain is blind and torrential,
Growing, mushroom,
Covered, hanging, disputed,
Sleepy, slow and fast.
Like a reed standing upright,
Both cold and hot.
Also, thunder
Rainbow, stripe.
Parallels and into the grid,
And with the wind - even in a cage,
That's how much rain there is
For plants and people.
O. Grigoriev
Shower
The downpour is pouring! The downpour is pouring!
Dancing drops in a puddle
The raft is floating! The raft is floating!
The raft is spinning in a puddle.
The frog got on the raft
And shouts: "Hurrah, go ahead!"
The waves are splashing! The waves are crashing!
What are the waves to me! The most complete! -
The steering wheel does not give up.
I'll ride the waves!
Through the channel - and to Moscow!
Only the rain is getting stronger
Only the drops are getting bigger
Boastful without regret
They hit harder and harder!
Frog in a puddle -
And on the ground, under the burdock.
V. Suslov
Hurricane
Somewhere a hurricane rumbled above the earth,
The storm has passed through the whole ocean,
The wind on land flew without roads,
A breeze came to our house.
He blew a draft from under the door,
I got scared and sneezed loudly.
So I sneezed that draft over the threshold
He blew, raising a small breeze.
The wind picked up strength over the land,
I woke up a storm on sleepy waves,
The storm has passed through the whole ocean,
And a hurricane roared over the earth!
M. Yasnov
Weather
Is it good, is it bad -
Thunder rumbled in the sky.
Bad or good?
It rained, it rained...
He was in no hurry at first.
It drizzled with small steps.
And then he ran
Let it go that was the strength!
Circles run along the river -
These are rain steps.
JANUARY
Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
There are stoves in our house.
Smoke rises into the sky.
FEBRUARY
The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Snake rushes along the ground
Light ground.
Rising, rushing into the distance
Aircraft links.
It celebrates February
Army birth.
MARCH
Loose snow darkens in March.
Ice is melting on the window.
Bunny running around
And on the map
On the wall.
APRIL
April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaks
Through the woods.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.
Lily of the valley blossomed in May
On the very holiday - on the first day.
May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.
JUNE
June has come.
"June! June!" —
Birds chirping in the garden...
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fall apart.
JULY
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
AUGUST
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
black
Packed.
SEPTEMBER
On a clear September morning
Villages thresh bread
Birds rush across the sea -
And the school opened.
OCTOBER
In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.
NOVEMBER
November seventh day
Red day calendar.
Look out your window
Everything outside is red.
Flags fly at the gate
Blazing with flames.
You see the music is coming
where the trams were.
All the people - both young and old -
Celebrates freedom.
And my red balloon flies
Straight to the sky!
DECEMBER
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Ran to the top
The bravest bastard.
A year has passed like yesterday.
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times.
Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
There are stoves in our house.
Smoke rises into the sky.
FEBRUARY
The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Snake rushes along the ground
Light ground.
Rising, rushing into the distance
Aircraft links.
It celebrates February
Army birth.
MARCH
Loose snow darkens in March.
Ice is melting on the window.
Bunny running around
And on the map
On the wall.
APRIL
April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaks
Through the woods.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.
MAY
Lily of the valley blossomed in May
On the very holiday - on the first day.
May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.
JUNE
June has come.
"June! June!"
Birds are chirping in the garden...
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fall apart.
JULY
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
AUGUST
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
black
Packed.
SEPTEMBER
On a clear September morning
Villages thresh bread
Birds fly across the sea
And the school opened.
OCTOBER
In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.
NOVEMBER
November seventh day
Red day calendar.
Look out your window
Everything outside is red.
Flags fly at the gate
Blazing with flames.
You see the music is coming
where the trams were.
All the people - both young and old
Celebrates freedom.
And my red balloon flies
Straight to the sky!
DECEMBER
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Ran to the top
The bravest bastard.
A year has passed like yesterday.
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times.