Died Sergei Mikhalkov

[Вивьен]

Сообщение от Tjutchev

Very topically, in my opinion:

Donkey in a holder.

Many lion feud blows inflicted,
But God save us from the fury of ass!

[SergeiSK]

Сообщение от Tjutchev

Very topically, in my opinion

Here too, actually


Sea turkey

Turkey envied geese,
What can swim here and there.
Short,
He was drawn to the water --
On the river, the lakes, at sea,
Where sometimes salty wind muzzle.
But most of all it is beckoning,
What beautiful sailors'm not wearing one! ..
Luck is a turkey! Turkey came to the fleet!

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Turkey in nautically eat. Turkey in nautically drinks.
In the vest he wore as walking up to the Navy.
But in the water you do and do not push the power:
Away from the water on the land he lives,
And if the bank sees a sudden wave
So it screams: "I'm sinking you!" .. "
Turkey once drove home to the farm to
And the furor.
About him as soon as the conversation:
"What a sailor! Ah Ah - kudahchut chickens. --
What slang!
And as he tattooed!
And we live for the roosters, fools! "
Sulked our Turkey, suddenly became a hero of the day.
The tail is dissolved, and the forces that had
(Although no one in particular and did not ask)
Wail:
"Relatives!
Take an example with all me!
Rather you bathe in the dust!
I - waterfowl, brothers
I can not live without a ship!
Abraham Stem! Sail!
Bird flapped its wings all around the yard:
"As we are proud!" We visited Turkey! "
And even the rooster sang "Doodle"
Praising Sea turkey.

x x x

So sometimes hide Nahal and ignorant
For big words and elegant clothing.

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And on the topic

Elephant - painter

Elephant-wrote the landscape painter
But before sending it on opening day,
He invited friends to look at the canvas:
What if suddenly it failed
Attention artists, our honored guests!
What kind of criticism now heard it?
Would not it be cruel animal Court?
Overthrown? Or be raised?

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Connoisseurs come. Picture of Elephant opened.
Who's got next, who came closer.
"Well, what - began crocodile --
Landscape good! But Neil, I do not see ... "
"What the Nile is not, in fact there is no great distress --
Said Seal. - But where is the snow? Where is the ice? "--
"Excuse me! - Surprised mole. --
There are few things more important than ice!
Forgot garden artist. --
"Oink-oink - prohryukala Pig --
The picture was a success, friends!
But in terms of us, pigs,
Should be acorns on it. "
All requests received Elephant.
Again, he took over paint
And all our friends to the best of
Elephant brush lands,
Depicted snow and ice,
And Neil, and oak, and garden,
And even - honey!
(In case you suddenly Bear
Will come now to look ...)

Picture of an elephant is ready,
Friends called an artist again.
Guests look at the landscape
And whispered: "Yeralash!"

[Тютчев]

Funny poem and also to-date (tomorrow, 1 September):

School.

Poet: Mikhalkov SV

That was many years ago.
I, too, for the first time
With a crowd of peers, children
Appeared in the classroom.

I also asked a lesson
I was summoned to the blackboard,
I solved it as I could,
Holding a piece of chalk in his hand.

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DEPARTURE school year,
And do not overtake them.
But I find sometimes
His comrades.

One - a sailor, the other - Tanks,
And the third - an engineer,
Fourth - a circus artist,
And the fifth - land surveyor

Sixth - Polar captain
Seventh - art,
Eighth - our announcer, Levitan,
Ninth - I am a poet.

And we met, every time
About the school said ...
- Do you remember how we were taught
And as I did not know where the Caucasus,
And you did not know where the Crimea?

As I tried to suggest,
To bail out boyfriend
With five-eight - forty-five
And that Elbrus - the river?

We are older now,
We children did not return.
We in the life of the school opened the door
And the path.

But, seeing in the classroom
Now their children,
We remember every time
About her youth,

About our school over the river,
On a class of two windows.
The world was not such
Good as it!

[Konstantin]

I thank the panellists for inteligentny approach. Always be well-verse with each other.
But with all due respect to Sergei Mikhalkov, except for "Uncle Stepa" and the anthem, I do not remember by heart. A Hymn dosih been singing the old "Union ironclad ...", new words I do not know: (. But of course, and this is enough.
But all the same who are members of the skirmishes in poems read over at night Mikhalkov?
Just recently my oldest (15 years) asked for advice on poetry and poets. Youth ... What I suggested? Block - "The Stranger", Yesenin - everything.

[Vladimir]

Сообщение от Konstantin

What I suggested? Block - "The Stranger", Yesenin - everything.

Mayakovsky - this is an innovator! Power commands respect even from those who are not very close to poetry.

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Сообщение от Vladimir

Mayakovsky - this is an innovator!

"I love to watch the children die?

[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?

[Eriksson]

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

[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