These poems will learn on their own! The best contemporary children's poets

Marshak, Chukovsky and Agnia Barto are, of course, the three pillars on which our childhood stood and jumped, and our grandchildren will not escape them. But the child does not live by the clicking sound alone!

He has a lot of wonderful contemporaries who write amazing poems for kids from two to ninety-two. Envy! Better yet, read it with your descendants. The positive result will be two, no, a hundred times more!

Masha Rupasova

“I live in a small town on the Pacific coast, write poetry and fairy tales, and watch my child grow up. A child is a window to a new dimension, and I spend a lot of time at this window.”

Yes, Masha Rupasova’s Facebook stories about her son Maxon, the main tester of her work, and the various experiences of a great soul are a separate and constant pleasure.

***
Mom is at home?
Mom is gone.
Mom left.
In Internet.
Mom is looking
In the Internet,
How are you
In the white world.
Drinks coffee
Leads with his eyes -
What's out there in the world
Happening?
Mom, I'll tell you!
In the world I come from!

Vadim Levin

“I was lucky when I was born. This happened a very long time ago - in 1933... As a child, I had many wonderful books with kind, smart and funny poems. I memorized these poems, played with them... and tried to compose my own. I tried, tried, tried and got used to it.”

Levin is an ex-Kharkov resident, now a citizen of Marburg, a living classic, author of the immortal “Stupid Horse” and more.

Poems with Dragon

In my poems in the morning
One Dragon wandered
Said: “It’s high time!” –
And swallowed the balcony.
Slept for half a day, yawned
And he announced: “Lunch.”
He stood up and ate the chair,
Buffet and office.
I don't know what Dragon is
Eats at the end of the day...
What if he comes for dinner?
Will you include Me in the menu?
Imposing your taste
I won't fight the dragon
And I'm afraid to say
That I am a bad dish.
Of course he can
What does he want to eat for dinner?
But I'm such a Dragon
Not needed in my poems.

Andrey Usachev

“At first I wanted to be a traveler, then I wanted to be a geologist, then a musician, and in the end I became a writer. Not every writer knows right away that he will become a writer. Tolstoy, for example, was first a military man..."

And Usachev is also a playwright and screenwriter. Remember “The Smart Dog Sonya”? It was he who came up with it. Because instead of his daughter Sonya, his son Misha was born - so such a good name could not be lost!..

Three brothers
Three acrobat brothers
One day we went to the park:
One with an umbrella
The other one is with a cat,
And the third - just like that.
Suddenly it began to rain...
Hurry under the umbrella!
But there is little use in:
The three of us can’t fit under the umbrella,
Especially with a cat.
And yet brothers in the rain
Came home dry:
One with an umbrella
The other one is with a cat,
And the third - with the rest!

Arthur Givargizov

“As I remember now: “Givargizov, so that by the next lesson the essay about summer will be on my table!” Well, in the next lesson, of course, a broken pointer, a cry: “In what Hades?!” What other brother of Zeus?! Get out!" In general, right in the school corridor, I felt like a great writer. Then, however, he went out into the street and very quickly ran to Kolomenskoye for a walk. And I felt like a great runner...”

It’s easy to recognize Givargizov’s poetry: if at first you laugh loudly, and then, puffing away, mutter: “What a hooligan, and also such a big guy...” - that’s definitely him!

Unusual
“Why are you, Seryozha, in a bad mood today?” –
Two flies asked, biting Seryozha.
“He was exhausted from the intense heat,”
They said mosquitoes biting him.
“Come on, smile and dry your tears,”
They said, leeches and wasps bite.
“It’s unusual for us, he was always cheerful,” -
They said, biting, dogs and bees.
“Or maybe he got sick and that’s why he’s sad?”
“Leave the boy alone, the main thing is that it’s delicious!”

Tim Sobakin

“When I felt that my poems might be published today or tomorrow, I thought about a pseudonym. But nothing worthwhile came to my mind. And then I saw a children's film on TV. There is a boy standing in front of the squadron, so thin... And the commander solemnly: “For the courage and heroism shown, I express my gratitude to Gregory... what’s your last name?” He replies: “Yes, we are Dogs...” And I immediately realized: this is mine.”

In fact, he is Andrei Ivanov - but just read his poetry and prose... And you will immediately exclaim: as he writes, Sobakin! He was also the editor-in-chief of the great and immortal magazine “Tram”.

Caterpillar Revelation
As soon as the moon
Framed by windows
He will enter as a voluntary prisoner,
I'm under the blanket
Like a quilted cocoon,
I crawl in like a nasty caterpillar.
And there I think
About something wise
Frozen with a cylindrical stick.
And it seems to me
What from the cocoon in the morning
I'll flutter out like a cute butterfly.
But the morning comes -
And the sun on the puddle
Through the cloud
It shines confused...
From the cocoon
I'm crawling out
Innocent people spoil plants.

Lyudmila Ulanova

“I live in Kazan, I work as a translator in a computer company. Most often I write for children and for those adults who do not want to part with childhood. But my main achievement is, of course, my daughter Sashka. By the way, she also sometimes tries her hand at poetry. She and I often play “rhymes” and “poems” - it’s a very fun activity, I recommend it to everyone!”

And we suspect that Mila Ulanova is actually a circus performer at heart. You admire how she manages to juggle words - and your heart is filled with pure white envy. Well, and more joy.

Household bug
The bug is puffing - he is dragging a dandelion,
To make a sofa out of it.
He carries a red pepper into his bag,
After all, it is empty - it will do as a wardrobe.
He will make shelves out of pine cones,
The table is made of stone, and the doors are made of wood chips.
Only with the chandelier the question is still unclear,
And Firefly stubbornly disagrees!
Friend, it's called...

Grigory Kruzhkov

“Perhaps the most vivid childhood experience of meeting poetry is associated with the time when I was sick with something, had a high fever. I was two years old, just a baby. My mother carried me around the room in her arms and, to calm me down, read: “The poet died, a slave of honor, fell by slandered rumors...”. That’s how it got into me from then on.”

Kruzhkov is simultaneously a physicist, a translator, a teacher, and a philosopher. And in his children's works there are no less paradoxes, irony and cheerful absurdity than in his favorite English classics, which he actively translated.

Rrrry!
Leo came out
From behind the mountain
And, after thinking,
Said:
- Rrrry!
Cockatoos flew up:
What did you mean?
Will I tear it apart and tear it apart?
Will I smash it and scatter it?
Will I scare everyone away?
Lev said:
– I’m just RRRAD!

Mikhail Yasnov

“As a child, I was sure that I would become a great, serious poet. Then translation, children’s poetry, essays, reviews, articles, history were added to the poems... The result was a centaur.”

Yasnov gave children's literature (that is, to us!) a huge number of translations from French - and as many as sixty books of his own poems for children.

***
I walked out the door this morning -
Spring was all around,
And a flock of soap bubbles
Flew from the window.
She flew this way and that,
And to the side, and into the distance, and in breadth,
And the leader flew ahead -
Such a big bubble.
First forward, then back,
And down and up again, -
But bubbles and bubbles
I couldn't put it together.
Alone, cheerful as in a dream,
Hanging on the wires
Another, climbing the wall,
He sat down on the ledge.
And the third, blinded by the sun,
Whistled: “Fa-mi-re-do...”
And flew to the old maple -
Probably to build a nest.

Peter Sinyavsky

“Sometimes I’m sitting in a restaurant or walking down the street, and suddenly something comes up. I wrote the book “Mushroom Train” for about forty minutes, and “Green Pharmacy” took seven years.”

Sinyavsky began writing poetry at the age of forty, but his first song at twenty-five. Before becoming a writer and poet, he was a musician. And now he performs his songs with a guitar. The audience sings along with pleasure!

Weird story
Met a beetle in one forest
A cute wasp.
- Oh, what a fashionista!
Allow me to meet you.
Dear passer-by,
Well, that's a hundred percent similar!
You have no idea
How sultry you are!
And the beautiful wasp
Flew off into the sky.
Strange citizen
Probably a foreigner.
Annoyance bug with pretzels
Running around the clearing.
- It had to be like that
Go crazy!
How not to end up again
In such a situation -
We urgently need to get married
In a foreign language.

Sergey Makhotin

“It often happens that some child wakes up in the morning in a bad mood. The slipper got stuck under the bed, I don’t feel like having breakfast, and I don’t even want to go to school. This happens to adults too: they don’t want to go to work at all. There is a wonderful recipe: you need to remember and read a small funny poem!”

Well, Makhotin’s own poems are very suitable for this noble goal. And when he writes adult prose, and when he edits an adult magazine, he correctly does not forget that “children's poems are the happiest occupation in the world”!

We are on duty
We've been here for an hour today
They cleaned out the new class.
A hundred toffee papers
A hundred bits and notes
We discovered it.
There were only three lessons
Not five
And not six.
How did we manage to do so much?
Write, read and eat?!

Vyacheslav Leikin

“THEY were already waiting, looking at me, silent. I told him my name, said how old I was, and added that as a child I also tried to write poetry, but nothing good came of it...”

So Leikin, in his book “Playing Poetry,” begins a story about the children’s literary studio, which he led - and which, thanks to him, from “Lenin’s Sparks” became “Leikin’s” - and raised many excellent poets. Reading the works of his students is sometimes no less fun than his own. What can be said better about a teacher?

Baraboshka
Baraboshka lived in the world,
Weighed twenty kilograms
I looked out the window all day,
At night he ran around the yards.
He chewed only the humpbacks
And I read only the covers,
And neither boyfriend nor girlfriend
Baraboshka didn’t have it.
Having obtained a piece of lard,
He lured a cat to visit,
A day later she ran away
Scratching Baraboshka.
He calls the bulldog to him -
The bulldog eats an awful lot
The turtle will be invited -
The turtle sleeps and sleeps.
Baraboshka is bored and sad
To live alone in the world;
Hides his head in his hands
And not a word to anyone.
Days fly, nights flash by,
And he doesn’t know, poor thing,
What lives opposite is very
Lonely Cheburashka.

Mikhail Veksler

“I came up with this definition for myself: “writer.” I even avoid the word “poetry.” Either I replace it with the word “texts,” or I call them—I came up with a word—“vekslerostishya.”

Odessa Veksler is the very talent whose closest relative is brevity. Any of his poems, both children's and non-children's, are remembered instantly - and are perfectly quoted at every step!

***
Walking my own path,
I eat pies with potatoes.
Then I go and think:
“Where am I going?”
***
I walked along the shore. I missed you.
He knocked on the clam's house.
"Welcome!" - I heard
But he didn't go in. And he didn't come out.
***
And with a dog's tongue,
And I am familiar with the cat:
I understand dogs and cats
Half woof, half meow.

Marina Boroditskaya

“I'm like a three-headed dragon. One head composes for children, the other writes completely adult lyrics, the third translates. A fourth head regularly grows, and then I broadcast on the radio. And I started writing my children’s work when my eldest son Andryusha was one and a half years old...”

Thanks to Marina's third head, we can communicate in Russian with Chaucer, Burns, Browning, Stevenson, Kipling, Milne, Carroll, Hugo... And thanks to the first, with her own sweetest and funniest characters.

Bear school
First of April,
On the first day of school,
The cubs are writing
Essays at school.
Topic posted
On a big pine tree:
“HOW I SLEEP MY VACATION
AND WHAT YOU SAW IN YOUR DREAM.”

Natalia Khrushcheva

“The area of ​​my research was the processes that take place in solids when irradiated with electrons. There was a kind of poetry in all this: “Maxwell’s demon”, “Ewald’s sphere”, “Brillouin’s zone”…”

After the birth of her daughter Nastya, a miracle happened: a serious physicist hit the ground and turned into a children's lyricist! In addition to the children's audience in general, the St. Petersburg Zazerkalye Theater, where Natalya is in charge of the literary department, was particularly lucky.

My dad is a scientist-philosopher
My dad is a scientist-philosopher,
He believes: teaching is light,
He asks a lot of questions
And looking for every answer.
Blowing smoke rings
Putting glasses on your nose,
“What can be indelible?” –
He once asked a question.
Here everyone thought a little
And he expressed his opinion:
I cheerfully shouted: “Cat!”
And mom sighed: “Underwear...”

Galina Dyadina

“So as not to waste / Useful words from the dictionary on myself, / I’ll just say about myself / Two modest words “Me” and “Be.”

This is the kind of modesty that adorns the author, who, already in three decades, has already become decorated with a carriage and a small cart of poems, in which a sea of ​​love for children splashes. Despite the fact that Galina is not only a mother twice, but also a school teacher by profession! :)

Ant
In the thick, thick, thick grass
One day an ant disappeared...
After all, he is not an elephant or a giraffe,
Just a little ant...
An ordinary mushroom is already a mountain
Compared to drip mura...
And even a leaf is too much
Big for a tiny mur...
And who will find mu... in the grass?
I give him a cow!

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Text: Yulia Sheket

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Galina Dyadina writes enchanted poems - you want to take them away from the child and secretly read them yourself. And her poems also bring knowledge to readers in the most convenient form for assimilation - the poetess, in collaboration with Andrei Usachev, wrote four poetic encyclopedias: about the stars, the sea, the treasures of the Hermitage and music.

From « Star Book »

Big Dipper
Big Dipper
In the big sky
Why Big
Pretended to be Ladle.
Probably for the night
She's from the bucket
Gives him milk
Your baby.
For the cream
The Path goes to the Milky Way.
After all, Ursa Minor
We need to grow!

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Arthur Givargizov

Givargizov's poems are simply crazy! They seem awkward, but once you read them out loud, a rhythmic structure and non-standard rhymes will appear. And how much imagination and reckless absurdity there is in his poetry! Among adults, Givargizov’s work evokes mixed reactions: from bewilderment to delight. What about children? , roaring with laughter.

From book « Astronauts »

Don't fly far
The astronaut must go into outer space.
The astronaut is watched by his mother, television and newspapers.
Came out! Hooray! Mom's voice in the headphones:
“Seryozha, do you hear?! Only around the rocket!”

In the underground
Earth. Metro. Astronaut in a spacesuit
rides on the subway, smiles at all the girls.
Girls like men in spacesuits.
Here's an astronaut who doesn't change his clothes
after work.

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Anastasia Orlova

Anastasia said a new word in nursery poetry: she came up with modern nursery rhymes for the little ones. No angry gray tops that try to bite the side. However, Anastasia’s poems are not only for kids - older preschoolers and their parents also have something to gain from her poetry. The joy of children's discoveries is contagious.

From book « Daisies »

I'm this morning
I'm this morning
Got up on the wrong foot
Mamagi to me, mom!
Dad, papagi!

T-shirt turned out
There's a hole in the toe
How difficult is it?
Life goes on in the morning.

There is no end to compote,
There is no end to the porridge!
Where are you, daddy?
Where is ma-
powerful
neither-
tsa?

They don't fit me
These boots!
Pa-pa-ma-ma-gi-i-te!
Pama, pa-ma-gi-i-i!

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Yulia Simbirskaya

In a laconic poetic form, Julia talks about very touching things that accompany childhood. Her poems vary in mood - some are cheerful, energetic, and some are thoughtful, inviting you to philosophize. The book “Pea Soup” contains lyrical kitchen stories from the life of baking, hot dishes and drinks. Carefully! After reading this book, you will never be able to eat pancakes and cutlets with indifference.

From book« Pea soup»

Pancakes
A frying pan sizzles on a hot stove,
It contains oil for pancakes up to the chin.
Bouncing in oil - what a miracle!
Then use a spatula to reach the dish.

Sniffle and sigh tirelessly for an hour,
Having relaxed to your heart's content in the sour cream.
Flour and kefir in a triangular bag
They said: “What beautiful children!”

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Dmitry Sirotin

Dmitry's poems - with a secret. You start reading - it seems like a verse, but in the very middle there is a surprise! Either an unexpected plot device or an amazing hero. And often both at the same time. In Dmitry's poetry, play is in charge. After all, the poet himself played in plays on the theater stage for many years, and then composed songs for theatrical productions.

From book « Cautionary stories »

Unusual cat
It was unusual
Flying cat!
Well, how did we know?!
Lives and lives...
And he hid his wings,
Extremely shy
And he was not flying in the center,
And on the outskirts...

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Anna Ignatova

Anna Ignatova's poems are atmospheric - they always have a spirit of adventure. Even in the whistle of the train you can hear the roll call of elephants. Along the way, readers absorb all the beautiful things that our language is rich in. This is not surprising: Anna Ignatova is a Russian language teacher and an avid traveler.

From book « About elephants, trolleybuses and princes »

Yesterday at the store
Yesterday at the store
On Bronnaya street
Crows flew into the confectionery hall
And so that the seller does not look gloomily,
They croaked important:
“Kilo “Kar-rakuma”!”
However, then they looked into the wallet
And they croaked more quietly:
“Kilo car-rameli...”

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Natalia Volkova

What ingredients do you need to make a great children's rhyme? Image, plot and masterly verbal play. In the lyrical stories of Natalia Volkova there is the first, and the second, and the third! She writes about the current realities of children's lives, as mundane as a concrete mixer, and as magical as elves and gnomes in mom's kitchen. And Natalia Volkova, in collaboration with Anna Ignatova, wrote a lifesaver for kindergarten graduations and school classes - a book with short humorous poems about first-grader animals, “First-Class Poems.”

From book « I have a secret island »

Ships and pier
Three ships
Or maybe five
We thought about going to the Pier
Stick to,
But suddenly angry
Berth
They are heart-rending
Screamed:
- Yes, how much is possible?!
I'm tired!
I've been here all year
Didn't rest!
I want to be in silence...
Don't pester me!

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Elena Yaryshevskaya

Children love stories: funny, fantastic, especially if everything in them is turned upside down. Even the jacket - and that one in Elena Yaryshevskaya’s poetry goes to work on its own (without dad!), mechanically performing the usual actions of its owner. This kind of reading is also useful for adults: an effective vaccination against monotony.

From book « A jacket was walking down the street »

Insomnia remedy
The tired sun hides in the river,
Night comes, darkness deepens...
The sheep can't sleep today,
Sleep doesn't come to the poor guy!
But the sheep have a reliable remedy.
Again the sheep closes its eyes:
- One, little man,
- Two, little man,
- Three, little man...
And falls asleep...

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Masha Rupasova

For this poetess, writing seems to be quite simple. Because she herself has not yet fully grown. So they sign it not like an adult, “Maria,” but like a girl, “Masha.” She writes about childhood so infectiously that adults instantly remember how to be boys and girls, and are no longer so disciplined in scolding their fidgets for petty hooliganism. And during lunch breaks, they read these poems to their colleagues, some even by heart.

From book « Old ladies fell from the sky »

I- news
Mom is at home?
Mom is gone.
Mom came out
In Internet.
Mom is looking
In the Internet
How are you
In the white world.
Drinks coffee
Leads with his eyes:
What's there
What's happening in the world?
Mother,
I will tell you!
In the world I
I'm happening!

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There are a lot of bad and outrageously simple children's poems, so usually the hand reaches out to the proven collections of Chukovsky and Marshak. In fact, the world of children's poetry is much more extensive. Journalist Lisa Birger chose 8 excellent contemporary children's poets writing in Russian.

Anastasia Orlova

A young poet from Yaroslavl, she has a very strong and mature voice - it would seem that she made her debut only yesterday, and today she already has several collections of books and poems with pictures. And it’s absolutely clear that no one writes better poetry for very young children than she does. All her refrains, nursery rhymes, and little rhymes are a perfect fit right into the heart of the children's world. (It’s not easy for a little one, / What is a trifle for a big one / The snow reaches the roofs, / But it doesn’t reach the ground. / The little snow is falling. / When will it grow up?). The main thing in Orlova is the ability to integrate the huge surrounding world into children's optics, to see exactly what a small child will be interested in and admire it with him - be it the first snow or a long trip of a heavily loaded truck with a trailer:

“The sky is high above,

The sky is deep in the puddle.

If you stumble into a puddle,

You can fall into the sky!”

Eduard Shenderovich

When several years ago Eduard Shenderovich's poems were first published as a separate book, readers could not help but experience a feeling of joyful recognition. In these light, seemingly spontaneously born lines, you can hear the cheerful absurdity of the poems of Kharms and Vvedensky. So, Shenderovich seems to be the most faithful successor of this beloved children's poetic tradition. It’s a pity that there are so few of his collections, and all because in fact Eduard Shenderovich is a venture investor and a professional businessman, and he writes poetry in his free time, apparently without realizing how well it turns out. What is striking and attractive in his poems is the absolute freedom, including freedom from any influence. He doesn’t have to look far for topics: he can write a whole book about how boys play in imaginary battles (“About battles and battles”) or how children and Chinese wander around Moscow and St. Petersburg (“About one, two, 3, 4 and 5"). The verse flows as it lives (“Together with my mother/ I walked/ along the canals,/ along the Neva - / my mother took me for a ride / on a large winged lion. / We twisted through the alleys / we just walked / somewhere. / We walked and got tired - / and sat down to rest"), and this makes it seem that Shenderovich’s poetry is spontaneous and momentary, like a child’s game. But in fact, it is children's play that inspires him.

"And Jack says

"Bill, you didn't

I didn’t kill you!”

And Bill answers:

Jack, I'm still

Human!

After all, if you chase after everyone,

then who should I go with later?

shoot?!”

Vadim Levin

Someone knows Vadim Levin’s poems from childhood, but, surprisingly, many parents are still not familiar with them: neither the stupid horse in galoshes, nor the translations from English “so new that the British have not yet managed to compose most of them in their own language.” language,” nor songs based on his poems, nor poetic duets with Renata Mukha. And one can only sympathize with these non-readers of Levin - after all, they are missing out on such sincere happiness from reading children's poetry. And the point is not even that he is a wonderful poet and writes wonderful poetry. Levin is also a child psychologist and teacher, co-author of the famous “Primer”; he perfectly understands and feels how children read poetry and what they learn with their help.

"A whole month in the rain

The roof gets wet

The house is getting wet,

Leaves and flowers are getting wet,

Puddles and umbrellas get wet,

Parks and fields are getting wet,

The wet ground gets wet,

And far from the earth

Get wet

In the sea

Ships."

Mikhail Yasnov

You don't have to be an expert in children's literature to know and love Mikhail Yasnov - a wonderful poet, writer and translator, and a tireless popularizer of children's reading. After all, it is precisely the collections he compiled (for example, “Ferris Wheel” in the Klever publishing house) and his seminars that we owe to the fact that there are so many names in our children’s literature. His own ode to children's poetry is the recently published book “Journey to Miracle.” This is the history of children's poetry in Russia, and a story about new names in it, and a conversation about children's reading in general, a little nostalgic, but always relevant. Fortunately, new poetry collections by Mikhail Yasnov are published here with amazing regularity, so that he will definitely not remain in people’s memory as the author of “The Scarecrow-Meow” alone. His alphabet, for example, is a pure source of endless linguistic happiness.

“What do we have in the forest starting with the letter Sh?

This cone flopped, rustling.

A bumblebee and a hornet are noisily rummaging through the porridge.

Bugs rustling in the rose hips

What else in the forest begins with the letter Sh?

Noise and rustling near the hut.

Well, if your mouth is full of cloudberries -

Broads and short legs!

Masha Rupasova

Masha Rupasova’s debut collection (“Old Women Were Falling from the Sky”) was released only in 2015, but by that time her poems already had a crowd of fans on the Internet, and this crowd is only growing. Despite the fact that Rupasova actually writes all her children's poems through the eyes of an adult, through his optics, and most of her poems become nostalgia for her readers for their own childhood. But it is in this way that she manages to stretch a thread between the children's world and the adult world, between our memory and children's feelings. That is why mothers and grandmothers (and Masha Rupasova’s books are addressed specifically to them) fall in love with these poems and share their love with their children.

"Mom is at home?

Mom is gone.

Mom left.

In Internet.

Mom is looking

In the Internet,

How are you

In the white world.

Drinks coffee

With your eyes

Drives:

What's out there in the world

Happening?

Mom, I'll tell you

I'll tell you!

In the world

I'm happening!

Andrey Usachev

Andrei Usachev is a poet of outstanding productivity: one hundred books, fifteen cartoons, including one full-length, and half the country of enthusiastic admirers. And somehow you are not at all surprised by this popular love, because Usachev writes exactly the way parents and even the smallest children love - understandable and simple. And even somewhat artless.

"Three acrobat brothers"

One day we went to the park

One - with an umbrella,

The other one is with a cat,

And the third - just like that.

Suddenly it began to rain...

Hurry under the umbrella!

But there is little use in:

The three of us can’t fit under the umbrella,

Especially with a cat.

And yet brothers in the rain

Came home dry:

One - with an umbrella,

The other one is with a cat,

And the third - with the rest! "

Igor Shevchuk

Petersburg poet, whose poems we read back in the 80s in the magazine “Tram”, and today we know as one of the authors of “Smeshariki”. Basically, Shevchuk writes books for the same “Smeshariki” and “Fixies” - his “Fixie-ABC” and “Big Developmental Book. Smeshariki" turns out to be head and shoulders above everything ever written for various franchises under bright covers. But little by little, his simple poems for children are beginning to appear in separate collections - “The Law of the Average Humorous” in “Compass Guide”, “On the Edge of Childhood” in “Detgiz”. And, in general, this is good news, because Shevchuk has a rare quality - to always remain funny and understandable, and at the same time reach completely adult literary heights.

“Although it is small, it is a children’s room,

The room, I’ll tell you straight, is huge!

Parquet rivers, ceiling heights...

And I’m not sitting on a chair stupidly -

And on high at the very top I

She hid her head in a blue cloud...

If suddenly mom comes into the room -

Mom will never find me!”

Alexander Timofeevsky

Of course, everyone remembers “Gena the Crocodile’s Song,” but not everyone knows that Alexander Timofeevsky continues to publish collections of wonderful new poems for children. It is impossible to praise Timofeevsky, just as it is impossible to read enough of him - any line, jumping out of the text, jumps straight into the reader’s head and spins there for a long, long time. The point is probably that Timofeevsky’s children’s poems find roots in his adult poetry. The observer here always goes into the experience of what he sees, and each meeting becomes a separate internal journey. Compass Guide recently published two wonderful collections by Timofeevsky with illustrations by outstanding contemporary artists: “Zoo” with drawings by Marina Pavlikovskaya and “Jolly Geometry”, the artist of which was Leonid Shmelkov.

“He should jump over the jump rope

Or jump over a rope.

To avoid hitting the ceiling,

The giraffe bent its head slightly.

So big, big, tall,

So big and lonely

So unlike a horse

And so similar to me."

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No one will deny that the peak of development of children's literature occurred during the Soviet Union. We all grew up on the poems of Chukovsky, Mikhalkov, Barto... If poetry “for adults” (in the good sense of the word) continues to develop - at least a couple of names of modern authors are known to almost everyone - then name some children's poems It’s unlikely that anyone will be able to describe modern Russian poets right away.

Nevertheless, there are still poets writing for children, but in most cases they are little known or unknown at all. In this collection we tried to combine all the interesting poems for children, found by us on the Internet. We hope you find it useful :)

Igor Tsarev

Puzzles

In a colorful coat, a tail in a ring,
At night he guards the porch.
Answer the question:
Who can bark? ...

* * *
Who has a Meek character,
Thick coat, short tail?
Who digs the underground grotto?
Who's afraid of the sun? ...

* * *
Who UNDERSTANDS boys?
Doesn't he take them off his back?
In a red velvet blanket
Takes kids for rides...

* * *
In a black body made of leather,
Looks like a big ship.
Fishermen along the fountain
Find out what it is...

* * *
People doubt:
Who lives in the pool there?
Spins the water like a wheel
Under the snag there is a thick...

* * *
Who is at the bottom of the river in the darkness
Always starting fights?
Whose claws is the enemy afraid of?
Who's walking backwards? ...

* * *
Rolls, turns,
Shoals and whirlpools.
Erasing the shores
The fast one is rushing...

* * *
Who has a wide back
PERCHED over the wave?
The path is very simple,
If there is a river...

* * *
What do we sometimes bully?
What do we wipe with a handkerchief?
Caulk and a little sniffle
Warmed up between my cheeks...

* * *
Who is standing in our dining room,
Propping up a bowl of porridge?
The hem is embroidered with lace.
Who got under the tablecloth? ...

Elena Ranneva

Mila helped my mother -
She set the table for dinner.
Even though the assistant is small,
She carried cups and saucers.
I stumbled at the threshold,
Cup - ding! - and suddenly it crashed...
Mom screamed: “Poor thing!
How did you break the cup?
“And so,” said Mila
And she dropped the other one.

Pocket

- Why did it break?
Do you have a pocket?
- Because he ate
Eraser and banana
A piece of glass, a coin,
Carnation and whistle.
Swallowed the candy
Chalk and boxes.
I would eat a tiger
He's probably
Just saw a tiger
It's in the book for now.
Yesterday I tried
Eat a drum.
Ate too much and burst
My greedy pocket!

Anastasia Orlova

We're crackling with the frost,
We are friends like brothers -
In winter, when
I go out for a walk
I breathe in the frost
And I warm him in my chest,
So that he becomes
At least a little warmer!

Yulia Simbirskaya

Can't sleep

The window is open.
Darkness. Silence.
Got lost in a cloud
Big moon.
And you can hear how loud it is
In the distant night
At the fast train
Heart is beating.

Mikhail Yasnov

Morning song

When I woke up, I shouted to my mother:
- Goodbye, my Pajamas!
Long live Tuflyandiya!..
And my mother answered me:
- According to the course - Switterland!
Hats - hello!
- Hurray for Big Paltonia!
Scarfancy - vivat!..
And if you don't understand,
It's not my fault!

Cup went out for a walk

One two three four five -
The cup went out for a walk.
A teapot flies past -
Fills a cup with tea:
- Bul-bull!..
Oh-oh-oh!
Need lump sugar!

One two three four five -
Sugar went out for a walk.
A spoon flies past -
Sugar in a cup dissolves:
- Ding-ding!..
Oh-oh-oh!
Need a painted gingerbread!

One two three four five -
Gingerbread went out for a walk.
The teeth are waiting nearby -
They play hide and seek with gingerbread:
- Crunch-crunch!..
Oh no no no!
Tea spilled all over the table!

One two three four five -
The rag went out for a walk.
The rag was fiddled with in the tea,
The rag snorted and got angry:
- One two three four five -
I don't want to play with you!

Hello, tail!

- Hello, tail!
How are you doing?

- Hello, make a face!
Don't bite us!..

This is what the puppy with the tail said -
And I still couldn’t catch him!

Igor Kalish

An eccentric was walking down the street,
He was wearing a green tailcoat.
He smiled at everyone passing by,
For no reason, just like that.

The sailors followed him
With a clear step, along the river,
And one kept stumbling,
Stepping on shoelaces.

Five old women followed them
And they fired from firecrackers,
I walked with them and kept laughing
Grandfather with a huge bunch of dry goods.

A sullen pedestrian walked
He muttered: -What kind of people?
And then he burst out laughing
And he waded through the puddles.

Vadim Smolyak

Crocodile sometimes early
I caught piranhas in the pond.
It was a crocodile thing,
Time passed quickly.
Sees a full bucket,
He grins slyly:
“Just right for my ears!”
That's the end of the story.

Marina Boroditskaya

Truant and Truant

Truant and Truant
Walked for the day:
We wandered together through the white light
And a blue shadow

Along the best of roads
Tried and old
And we passed the lesson
One and a half boulevards.

Truant and Truant
They couldn't part.
When the boulevards end
They entered the museum.

Hanging jackets on hooks,
In the Egyptian department
In plastic numbers
They put their fingers in each other.

These poets are our contemporaries. They work as teachers, librarians, and sometimes just mothers. They also convincingly prove that children's poetry can be interesting to both children and adults. We recommend!

1. Yulia Simbirskaya

The sea was yesterday

The spotlights will turn on
At the lighthouse.
And a butterfly sail
Flashes in the distance.
Extinct sky
Will drop a star.
And tomorrow I'll go to the sea
I won't come again.
Packed a long time ago
Catch of shells...

I say goodbye to the sea
I can do it without words.

2. Galina Dyadina

Galina Dyadina’s poems will be relevant, for example, in connection with the upcoming New Year holidays - after all, she has a whole collection of “Yolka toys from the floor to the top.” And in collaboration with Andrei Usachev, this poetess managed to write four poetic encyclopedias: about the stars, the sea, the treasures of the Hermitage and music. In general, she has a lot of poems and you can choose one for every taste.

Nanny for a poet

There is a notice hanging on a pole:

“The poet needs a nanny immediately!
But:
1. She didn’t know how to cook.
2. And don’t sing a lullaby at night.
3. And I forgot to water the flowers.
4. And I didn’t give tea with lemon to the guests.
5. And a nanny is not supposed to darn socks -

The nanny is supposed to lie on the sofa
And instead of pancakes, jam, marmalade
Prepare poems and poems!
For a poet, writing poetry is a burden.
He needs a nanny named
Muse!"

3. Artur Givargizov

The poems of Artur Givargizov must be read aloud. After all, if you read them to yourself, they may seem awkward. But start reading them to your child - and you will be surprised at what extraordinary rhymes they have, what a bewitching rhythm! And the author certainly has plenty of imagination! Maybe his poems are “non-pedagogical”, but they are very funny. The author also writes very exciting stories.

How can you charge a cat?

The cat jumped onto the bench.
He is tired and wants to sleep.
And him, like a battery,
need to charge again.
(A fish, not an electric shock, of course. Otherwise you’ll be his electric shock,
and then you will say that I advised it.)
No fish, maybe meat.
Sausage will also work.
True, there is enough sausage
just for an hour and a half.

4. Dmitry Sirotin

Smart move

There lived a cutlet in a frying pan,
and a cat lived next door to her
and thought: “This is wrong,
that the lady lives in the dishes:
and hard, and dirty, and windy,
anyone can get it and eat it...
Quite a few exist around
much more comfortable places!
Don’t be angry, mistress, don’t argue!”
And now the frying pan is empty:
cutlet in warmth and comfort
lives in the cat's stomach.

5. Anna Ignatova

Anna Ignatova is a poet and visionary. The amazingly harmonious poems she created seem to grow from one phrase and expand into a huge world, alive and real, populated by many characters and details.

Spring Metamorphosis

Imagine, in a garbage dump
May morning
blossomed
violets!
In the middle
bottles,
rags,
rubber
Two flowers bloomed soft blue!

The blooming landfill has become more dignified:
“Once it blooms on me,
Sorry,
violet,
So I'm no longer a dump
Sorry!
Get by without me
as you wish!"

And so that everyone around
all clear,
Wrote
very large and clear
On the box of Tulumba cookies:

NO LONGER THROWING OUT GARBAGE!
FLOWER FLOWER

6. Masha Rupasova

Masha Rupasova’s poems are a little “hooligan”. So if you are not a very strict parent, and you yourself are not too serious, you will probably like them.

I am news

Mom is at home?
Mom is gone.
Mom came out
In Internet.
Mom is looking
In the Internet
How are you
In the white world.
Drinks coffee
Leads with his eyes:
What's there
What's happening in the world?
Mother,
I will tell you!
In the world I
I'm happening!

7. Elena Yaryshevskaya

Already the title of one collection, “A Jacket Was Walking Down the Street,” makes it clear to us: Elena Yaryshevskaya’s poems are funny, witty, and often contain some kind of “subtext” for adults. So fun reading for the whole family is guaranteed!

Insomnia remedy

The tired sun hides in the river,
The night comes, the darkness deepens...
The sheep can't sleep today,
Sleep doesn't come to the poor guy!

But the sheep have a reliable remedy.
Again the sheep closes its eyes:
- One, little man,
- Two, little man,
- Three, little man...
And falls asleep...