Died Sergei Mikhalkov

[eva777]

Tarkovsky and Tsvetaeva my favorite poets.
But Mikhalkov childhood heart knew this:
And what do you have?

Who sat on the bench,
Who is looking out into the street,
Toll sang, Boris was silent,
Nicholas shook his foot.

It was evening,
There was nothing.

Jackdaw sat on the fence,
Cat climbed to the attic.
Then the guys said Boria
Just this:

- And in my pocket a nail.
And you?

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- And we have today a guest.
And you?

- And we have a cat today
She gave birth to kittens yesterday.
The kittens have grown a little,
And there is a saucer not want.

- And in our kitchen gas.
And you?

- And we have running water.
There is.

- And from our window
Red Square is visible.
And from your window
Only the street a little.

- We walked in Neglinnoy,
We went to the boulevard,
We bought a blue-blue,
Prezeleny red ball.

- And we have the fire extinguished --
This time.
Truck brought firewood --
Is two.
And fourthly, my mother
Sending in flight
Because our mother
Called a pilot.

With ladder answered Vova:
- Mama - pilot?
What's this!
Here Kolya, for example,
Mom - a policeman.
And Toli and Vera
Both mother - engineers.

And Leva's mother - a cook.
Mom - pilot?
What's this!

- All important - said Nathan --
Mom motorman,
Because before Zatsepa
Mom drives two trailers.

And Nina asked softly:
- Is it bad to be a dressmaker?
Who sews pants guys?
Well, of course, not a pilot.

Pilot leads planes --
This is very good.

Cook makes compotes --
It is also good.

Doctor heals us from measles,
There is a teacher at the school.

Mums different needs.
Moms all important.

It was evening,
Argue there was nothing.

Song friends

We are going, going, going
In distant regions
Good neighbors
Happy friends.
We live happily,
We sing a song,
And in a ditty sung
About how we live.

Beauty! Beauty!
We bring a cat,
Siskin, dog,
Petka, bully,
Monkey, parrot --
That company is!

When live harmoniously,
What could be better!
And no need to quarrel,
And we can all love.
You're on a long journey
Take it with you friends:
They'll help you,
And with them happier.

Beauty! Beauty!
We bring a cat,
Siskin, dog,
Petka, bully,
Monkey, parrot --
That company is!

We went, we sang
And with a song funny
All together, both were able,
Arrived home.
We have the sun shining,
We wind fanned;
In ways not bored,
And everyone sang:

- Beauty! Beauty!
We bring a cat,
Siskin, dog,
Petka, bully,
Monkey, parrot --
That company is!

  and even sang

[Тютчев]

Сообщение от Konstantin

... Block - "The Stranger" ...

Stranger

  Block AA

In the evenings on restaurants
Hot air is wild and deaf,
And governs shouting drunken
Spring and noxious spirit.

Far above the dust lanes,
Above the boredom of country cottages,
Little gilded pretzel bakery,
I hear a baby crying.

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And every evening, for the gates,
Wringing bowlers
Among the ditches are walking with the ladies
Tested wits.

Above the lake creaking oarlocks
I heard a woman scream,
And in the sky, everything habituated
Meaningless bevel drive.

And each evening one only
In my glass reflects
And moisture pungent and mysterious
Like me, humble and stunned.

A number of neighboring tables
Waiters sleepy stick,
And drunks with eyes of rabbits
«In vino veritas!» Cry.

And every evening, at the hour appointed
(Or is just a dream to me?)
Girls' camp, silks caught,
In the misty moving window.

And slowly, passing between the drunken,
Always, without the satellites, one
Breathing perfumes and mists,
She sits by the window.

And blow ancient superstitions
Its elastic silk
And a hat with ostrich feathers,
And in the rings narrow hand.

And the strange proximity clad,
I looked through the dark veil,
And I see the enchanted shore
Fascinated distance.

Deaf secrets entrusted to me,
I have someone served with sun,
And all my soul bends
Pierced tart wine.

And the ostrich feathers bent
In my swing brain
And the bottomless blue eyes
Blossom on the far shore.

In my heart lies a treasure
And the key is entrusted only to me!
You're right, drunken monster!
I know: the truth in wine.

[Ухтомский]

And you could?

I immediately smeared map weekdays,
plesnuvshi paint from the glass;
I pointed to a platter jelly
slanting cheekbones of the ocean.
At scales tin fish
I read the call of the new Province.
And you
Nocturne play
could
the flute drainpipe?

[LCR]

Сообщение от Konstantin

Just recently my oldest (15 years) asked for advice on poetry and poets. Youth ... What I suggested? Block - "The Stranger", Yesenin - everything.

There are many poets who can advise, for example, Gumilev - a poet for the young (not in the sense that the old does not like it, but that it begins to love his youth). And Lermontov? A M.? For some reason, and Annensky no one remembered ...
Russian poetry, thank God, not Uncle Stepa is nice

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Сообщение от LCR

Russian poetry, thank God, not Uncle Stepa is nice

And as you such a masterpiece?

two friends

'Beautiful you live,
My dear sister! --
She said with envy visiting Rat Mouse. --
What you eat and drink,
What sit
Wherever you look - all from abroad! " --
'Oh, if only, my dear, you know --
With a sigh Rat replied --
I am always looking for something!
I am all day long on the run for the foreign --
All of us seems to me the gray and ordinary,
I only overseas to his hole dragging
That hair from the Turkish sofa!
That piece of Persian carpet!
But this gentle fuzz got me yesterday --
He is African. He is from Pelican! " --
'And what do you eat? - Asked Rat Mouse --
There are what we eat, you're not stuck! " --
'Oh, dear! - She replied Rat. --
Here me no pleasing!
That's unless I eat bread and lard! .. '

_____

We know there is still a family,
Where is our hayut and scold
Where to look with affection
On foreign labels ...
And fat ... Russian eat!

[Евгений]

Сообщение от LCR

Russian poetry, thank God, not Uncle Stepa is nice

Dear Liana, well, so can not be dead children's poet-S.Mihalkov .... about the dead or good or nothing ....

[Allena]

Сообщение от Konstantin

Just recently my oldest (15 years) asked for advice on poetry and poets. Youth ... What I suggested? Block - "The Stranger", Yesenin - everything.

A Zabolotskii? Pasternak?

But Akhmatova and Pushkin in 15 years too early. This consideration, which arose by chance, to be honest, I was very very surprised. Do not thought about it, but now suddenly occurred to him. And the more I think this idea, the more correct it seems to me.

[Евгений]

Сообщение от Allena

But Akhmatova and Pushkin in 15 years too early.

And why Akhmatova in 15 early, at most times ..
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Alexander Blok
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I came to the poet to visit.
Noon. Sunday.
Silence in the room spacious,
And the windows frost

And a crimson sun
Above shaggy grayish blue smoke ...
As the owner of a silent
Clearly looking at me!

His eyes are,
What everyone should remember;
It is better, cautious,
In them, and do not look.
But remember the conversation,
Smoky noon, Sunday
In the house of gray and high
At sea gates of the Neva.
January 1914

[Eriksson]

Brothers! And all Mikhalkovskaya - circulation of 400 million copies!
Kruche only Mao Zedong and He, who recorded the Bible ...