Balloons
Malanya's children
Little people
The game is played with a subgroup of children. Its content is based on a poem by D. Kharms. The teacher asks the children to think in advance which uncle and which aunt they will portray, then invites them, while listening to the text, to act out small sketches reflecting certain moods.
Tra-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta
The gates opened
And from there, from the gate,
A small crowd came out.
One uncle - like this!
Another uncle - like this!
The third uncle is like this!
And the fourth one is like this!
One aunt - like this!
And the second one is like this!
The third aunt is like that!
And the fourth one is like this...
D. Kharms
The game is played in the same way as the previous one. Children use imitative movements to convey the content of the folk nursery rhyme read by the teacher:
At Malanya's, at the old lady's,
Lived in a small hut
Seven daughters
Seven sons
All without eyebrows.
With eyes like these
With ears like these
With such noses
With such a mustache
With such a head
With such a beard...
Didn't eat anything
We sat all day
They looked at her
They did it like this...
The game is played with a subgroup of children. The teacher invites the children to “turn into balloons.” To do this, approaching each child, he imitates the process of pumping up balls, then “twists” various animals from each “ball” (for example, Sasha becomes a horse, Vika becomes a hare, Olya becomes a monkey, etc.). The teacher invites the children to depict “ air balloons", flying across the sky, and reads poetry:
Balloons
They fly across the sky.
Balloons
They look like animals.
Very bright, look!
Children strive to convey the features of the shape of their ball with their movements. When repeating the game, the teacher changes the shape of the “balls”.
The game is played individually or with a subgroup of children. The teacher asks the children to pronounce sentences with different intonations, expressing joy, surprise, fear, anger, sadness, resentment, pleasure, etc. For example: “Katya was given a puppy,” “Children are playing with a ball,” “Mom saw her son’s drawing,” “We’re going to the park,” etc.
The teacher divides the children into two teams: one is “spectators”, the other is “animals” different countries. The teacher, in the role of the host of a television program, invites the “spectators” to watch the “animals”.
Teacher. Dear TV viewers! We are starting the program “In the Animal World”. Let's see who lives in hot countries.
In front of you Indian elephant. This is a large animal that feeds on leaves. In hot weather it likes to pour water on itself from its trunk. This gives him a lot of pleasure. He carefully guards his children, and when they are in danger, he becomes furious and angry.
A child from the “animals” team portrays an elephant: how it feeds, how it is doused with water, how it rests in hot weather, how it takes care of its calves.
But the monkey is a fast, agile animal. Look how she boldly jumps from one tree to another! Her long tail helps her a lot in this. Pay attention to the monkey's cheerful, mischievous disposition. She can make everyone laugh, look how! The monkey is upset by the appearance of predators: a tiger, a panther, etc. It begins to worry and tries to quickly hide.
Another child depicts the habits of a monkey, its methods of movement, etc.
In this way, a wide variety of animals are represented.
Daniil Kharms
Russian literature does not deserve Kharms...
in the Heavenly Office they planned...
another gift to some Englishmen
Max Fry
The eccentricities of this man began to appear at school, when instead of the surname Yuvachev, he took for himself a strange pseudonym - Kharms, which the poet constantly varied. His amazing, bright image was complemented by his extraordinary appearance: a top hat, a monocle, and an unusual red jacket were his constant attributes. This image once again emphasized Kharms’s strong desire for experimentation. The poet considered himself to be a member of the Oberiuts (Union of Real Art), whose goal is “to clear the husks of an object literary concepts” and look at him “with your bare eyes.” The poet created a lot of non-children's poetry. Turning to his biography, we involuntarily ask ourselves the question: why did a schizophrenic, a man who had no children and never had love for them, begin to write poetry for children? Perhaps it was a harsh necessity dictated by the inability to publish openly, that is, the desire to hide one’s poetry under the guise of “children’s”. Is it possible to offer his poetry to children? The choice remains with parents and teachers. Turn to Kharms’s work yourself, try to understand him, read and think about his poems. You will definitely find several masterpieces that are rightfully included in the treasury of world children's literature, and you may not want to return to some of the poet's works.
His children's poetry is full of surprises and mysterious accidents. Surely you yourself remember “Ivan Ivanovich Samovar”, “Plikh and Plyukh”. What distinguishes Kharms' poetry? Firstly, dynamism and movement. Kharms himself of all human actions he loved walking and running. The life of the heroes of his poems is unthinkable without movement: the cat is unhappy because it “sits and cannot take a single step.” Movement in his poetry is opposed to “thinking,” which ultimately turns out to be meaningless. Another interesting thought: all life, reality, is an optical illusion, and even glasses and telescopes cannot lift the veil of secrecy. Numbers and their Pythagorean essence occupy a special place in the work of Daniil Kharms. Many of his works are similar to arithmetic problems or mathematics textbooks (“Million”, “Merry Siskins”, etc.). Kharms is fascinated by addition: “one hundred cows, two hundred beavers, four hundred and twenty learned mosquitoes,” the numbers are constructed and intricately transformed: forty-four swifts are “united” into apartment 44, etc. In his books you will find many substances: kerosene, tobacco, boiling water, ink.
But the most important thing in Kharms’s poetry in general, and in his work for children, is the absurdity, the break with reality, which is directly related to “minimalism of action.” His amazing hero in the poem "What was that?" surprisingly similar to himself: “In galoshes, a hat and glasses...”. How does Kharms see salvation in someone else’s cruel world? In charm, in what a person is crowned with, like a hat. Kharms himself was well aware of the close connection that exists between charm and harm, which he emphasized in his pseudonym. Today, the theme of useful and charming harm is continued in the children's poetry of Grigory Oster. Roots " Bad advice", without a doubt - in Kharms's poems.
By the way, pay attention to the geographical space of his works:
I walked along the swamp in winter...
Suddenly someone rushed along the river...
What is the most important item in the whimsical world of Kharms? Of course it is balloon, followed by people waving household items: sticks, rolls, chairs. They are the faithful helpers of a cat in trouble (see the recipe in the poem “The Amazing Cat”). Every person must certainly have some kind of kinship with a ball full of air, celebration, life.
On Tuesdays above the pavement
the balloon was flying empty.
He floated quietly in the air,
someone was smoking a pipe in it,
looked at the squares, gardens...
Kharms’s poems are full of humor and irony, for example, “How Volodya flew quickly downhill,” in which we see endless game forms, which is probably most interesting for children who themselves love to engage in word creation, verbal and sound games, come up with onomatopoeic words. What will even the most inexperienced reader find in his poetry? Simplicity external form, instantly emerging meanings, the dominance of chance. These properties of poetry attracted S.Ya. Marshak, who saw in the child-hater Kharms a potential children's favorite.
As was already mentioned at the beginning, not everyone agrees with S. Marshak. On forums and blogs, concerned parents are afraid to read Kharms to their children; some may even find his poems bloody. Like, for example, his famous “About How Dad Shot My Ferret,” at the end of which the following quatrain sounds:
I was glad, I clapped my hands,
I stuffed myself from a ferret,
Stuffed a stuffed animal with shavings,
And again he clapped his hands.
Schizophrenia and rejection of children also gave rise to “black” stories in his work with an innocent, childish beginning. It is unlikely that you will want to read to your child the story “The Cashier” with the innocent beginning “Masha found a mushroom...”, in which the green corpse of the cashier sits behind the counter. Or the story “Father and Daughter” with a less touching beginning “Natasha had two candies ...”, ends with a report on sudden deaths, resurrections and funerals of father and daughter.
Whether or not to introduce your child to the poetry of Daniil Kharms is the choice of every parent. This may need to be done selectively and take into account the age of the child. Then your little one will definitely appreciate “The Amazing Cat,” or “The Liar,” or “The Cheerful Old Man,” after all, the poet himself is a child at heart, playing with words, images, rhymes, and rhythm. His poetry mixes form and content, words and sounds, resulting in a bizarre meaning based on intricate nonsense.
A very scary story
Finishing a bun with butter,
The brothers walked along the alley.
Suddenly at them from a back street
The big dog barked loudly.
The younger one said: “Here’s a misfortune,
He wants to attack us.
So that we don't get into trouble,
We'll throw a bun into the dog's mouth."
Everything ended well.
It immediately became clear to the brothers
What for every walk
You need to take... a bun with you.
Cheerful old man
There lived an old man
Small in stature,
And the old man laughed
Extremely simple:
"Ha ha ha
Yes hehehe
Hee hee hee
Yes, bang-bang!
By-by-by
Yes be-be-be,
Ding-ding-ding
Yes, trick, trick! "
Once, seeing a spider,
I was terribly scared.
But, clutching my sides,
Laughed loudly:
"Hee hee hee
Yes ha ha ha
Ho-ho-ho
Yes gul-gul!
Gi-gi-gi
Yes ha-ha-ha,
Go Go go
Yes, blah blah!"
And seeing a dragonfly,
I got terribly angry
But from laughter to the grass
And so he fell:
"Gee-gee-gee
Yes gu-gu-gu,
Go Go go
Yes bang bang!
Oh, guys, I can’t!
Oh guys
Ahah!"
How Volodya quickly flew downhill
Volodya on a sled
He flew quickly downhill.
To the hunter Volodya
It came at full speed.
Here's a hunter
And Volodya
They sit on a sled,
They fly quickly downhill.
They flew quickly downhill -
They ran into the dog.
Here's the dog
And the hunter
And Volodya
They sit on a sled,
They fly quickly downhill.
They flew quickly downhill -
They ran into a fox.
Here's a fox
And the dog
And the hunter
And Volodya
They sit on a sled,
They fly quickly downhill.
They flew quickly downhill -
And they ran into a hare.
Here comes the hare
And the fox,
And the dog
And the hunter
And Volodya
They sit on a sled,
They fly quickly downhill.
They flew quickly downhill -
We ran into a bear!
And Volodya from then on
Doesn't slide down the mountain.
Ship
A boat is sailing along the river.
He swims from afar.
There are four on the boat
A very brave sailor.
They have ears on top of their heads,
They have long tails
And only cats are scary to them,
Only cats and cats!
Cats
Once upon a time along the path
I was walking to my home.
I look and see: cats
They sit with their backs to me.
I shouted: - Hey, you cats!
Come with me
Let's go along the path
Let's go home.
Let's go quickly, cats,
I'll bring you lunch
From onions and potatoes
I'll make a vinaigrette.
Oh, no! - said the cats. -
We'll stay here!
Sit down on the path
And they don't go any further.
Very very tasty pie
I wanted to throw a ball
And I'm visiting myself...
I bought flour, I bought cottage cheese,
Baked crumbly...
Pie, knives and forks are here -
But there are some guests...
I waited until I had enough strength
Then a piece...
Then he pulled up a chair and sat down
And the whole pie in a minute...
When the guests arrived,
Even crumbs...
A man left the house
A man left the house
With a baton and a bag
And on a long journey,
And on a long journey
I set off on foot.
He walked straight and forward
And he kept looking forward.
Didn't sleep, didn't drink,
Didn't drink, didn't sleep,
Didn't sleep, didn't drink, didn't eat.
And then one day at dawn
He entered the dark forest.
And from then on,
And from then on,
And from then on he disappeared.
But if somehow he
I'll happen to meet you
Then hurry up
Then hurry up
Tell us quickly.
Amazing cat
The unfortunate cat cut her paw -
He sits and cannot take a single step.
Hurry up to heal the cat's paw
You need to buy balloons!
And immediately people crowded on the road -
He makes noise and screams and looks at the cat.
And the cat is partly walking along the road,
Partly flies smoothly through the air!
Liar
You know?
You know?
You know?
You know?
Well, of course you do!
It's clear that you know!
Undoubtedly
Undoubtedly
Surely you do!
No! No! No! No!
We don't know anything
Haven't heard anything
Haven't heard, haven't seen
And we don't know
Nothing!
Do you know what U?
Do you know what PA is?
Do you know what PY?
What's my dad's
Were there forty sons?
There were forty hefty ones -
And not twenty
And not thirty, -
Exactly forty sons!
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Twenty more
Thirty more
Well, back and forth,
And forty
Exactly forty,-
This is just nonsense!
Do you know what CO is?
Do you know what BA is?
Do you know what CI is?
That dogs are empty-headed
Have you learned to fly?
Like birds have learned, -
Not like animals
Not like fish -
Like hawks flying!
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Well, like animals,
Well, like fish
Well, back and forth,
And like hawks,
Like birds -
This is just nonsense!
Do you know what is ON?
Do you know what NOT?
Do you know what BE is?
What's in the sky
Instead of the sun
Will there be a wheel soon?
Soon there will be gold -
Not a plate
Not a cake, -
And the big wheel!
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Well, a plate,
Well, flatbread,
Well, back and forth,
And if the wheel -
This is just nonsense!
Do you know what is UNDER?
Do you know what MO?
Do you know what REM is?
What's under the sea-ocean
Is there a sentry with a gun?
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Well, with a baton,
Well, with a broom,
Well, back and forth,
And with a loaded gun -
This is just nonsense!
Do you know what's BEFORE?
Do you know what BUT?
Do you know what SA is?
As for the nose
Neither with your hands,
Not with your feet
Can't get it
As for the nose
Neither with your hands,
Not with your feet
Can't get there
Don't jump
As for the nose
Can't get it!
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Well, get there
Well, jump
Well, back and forth,
And to get it with your hands -
This
Just
Nonsense!
Ivan Toporyshkin
The poodle went with him, jumping over the fence.
Ivan, like a log, fell into a swamp,
And the poodle drowned in the river like an axe.
Ivan Toporyshkin went hunting,
With him the poodle started skipping like an axe.
Ivan fell like a log into the swamp,
And the poodle in the river jumped over the fence.
Ivan Toporyshkin went hunting,
With him, the poodle fell into the fence in the river.
Ivan, like a log, jumped over the swamp,
And the poodle jumped onto the axe.
Anton and Maria
Anton Bobrov knocked on the door.
Behind the door, looking at the wall,
Maria was sitting in a hat.
A Caucasian knife glittered in his hand,
the clock showed noon.
Leaving crazy dreams behind,
Maria counted her days
and I felt a trembling in my heart.
Anton Bobrov stood confused,
without receiving an answer to the knock.
It prevented me from sneaking a peek behind the door
V keyhole handkerchief.
The clock showed midnight.
Anton was killed with a pistol.
Maria was pierced by a knife. And a lamp
no longer shines on the ceiling.
Bulldog and taxi
A bulldog sits over a bone,
Tied to a pole.
A small taxi approaches,
With wrinkles on the forehead.
“Listen, bulldog, bulldog!”
Said the uninvited guest.-
Let me, bulldog, bulldog,
Finish this bone."
The bulldog growls at the taxi driver:
“I won’t give you anything!”
A bulldog runs after a taxi,
And the taxi is from him.
They run around the pillar.
Like a lion, the bulldog roars.
And the chain rattles around the post,
There is knocking around the pillar.
Now give the bulldog a bone
There's no way to take it anymore.
And the taxi driver, taking the bone,
Told the bulldog this:
"It's time for me to go on a date,
It's already eight minutes to five.
How late! Goodbye!
Sit on the chain!
The storm is rushing. Snow is flying.
The wind howls and whistles.
A terrible storm is roaring,
The storm tears the roof off the house.
The roof bends and rumbles.
The storm cries and laughs.
The storm is angry like a beast,
Climbing through the windows, climbing into the door.
Away
Mouse me for a cup of tea
She invited me to a new home.
For a long time I could not enter the house,
Still, it was difficult to get into it.
Now you tell me:
Why and wherefore
There is no home and no tea,
There is literally nothing!
Variations
Among the guests, in one shirt
Petrov stood thoughtfully.
The guests were silent. Above the fireplace
An iron thermometer hung.
The guests were silent. Above the fireplace
There was a hunting horn hanging.
Petrov stood. The clock was knocking.
The fire crackled in the fireplace.
And the gloomy guests were silent.
Petrov stood. The fireplace crackled.
The clock showed eight.
The iron thermometer sparkled.
Among the guests, in one shirt
Petrov stood thoughtfully.
The guests were silent. Above the fireplace
The hunting horn hung.
The clock was mysteriously silent.
A light danced in the fireplace.
Petrov sat down thoughtfully
On a stool. Suddenly a call
In the hallway he burst into madness,
And the English lock clicked.
Petrov jumped up, and so did the guests.
The hunting horn blows.
Petrov shouts: “Oh God, God!”
And he falls to the floor, killed.
And the guests are rushing about and crying.
The iron thermometer is being shaken.
They jump over Petrov screaming
And a terrible coffin is carried through the door.
And sealing Petrov in the coffin,
They leave shouting: “ready.”
Lead me blindfolded...
Lead me blindfolded.
I won't go blindfolded.
Untie my eyes and I will go on my own.
Don't hold my hands
I want to give my hands free rein.
Make way, stupid spectators,
I’ll kick my feet now.
I will walk along one floorboard and not stagger,
I can run along the cornice and not collapse.
Don't contradict me. You will regret it.
Your cowardly eyes are unpleasant to the gods.
Your mouths drop open inappropriately.
Your noses do not know vibrating smells.
Eat is your occupation.
Sweep your rooms - this is for you
laid down from time immemorial.
But take off my bandages and belly pads,
I eat salt, and you eat sugar.
I have my own gardens and my own vegetable gardens.
I have my own goat grazing in my garden.
I have a fur hat in my chest.
Don't contradict me, I'm on my own, and you are for me
only a quarter smoke.
Funny siskins
Lived in an apartment
Forty four
Forty four
Merry siskin:
Siskin dishwasher,
Siskin scrubber,
Siskin gardener,
Siskin water carrier,
Chizh for the cook,
Chizh for the hostess,
Chizh on parcels,
Siskin chimney sweep.
The stove was heated,
The porridge was cooked
Forty four
Merry siskin:
Siskin with a ladle,
Siskin with a stalk,
Siskin with a rocker,
Siskin with a sieve,
Siskin covers
Chizh convenes,
Siskin spills,
Chizh distributes.
Having finished work,
We went hunting
Forty four
Merry siskin:
Siskin on a bear
Chizh on the fox,
Siskin on the grouse,
Siskin on a hedgehog
Siskin for turkey,
Siskin to the cuckoo
Siskin on a frog,
Siskin for snake.
After the hunt
Picked up the notes
Forty four
Merry siskin:
They played together:
Siskin on the piano,
Siskin on the dulcimer,
Siskin on the pipe,
Chizh on the trombone,
Chizh on the accordion,
Siskin on the comb
Siskin on the lip!
The whole house went
To the finches we know
Forty four
Merry siskin:
Chizh on the tram,
Chizh on the motor,
Siskin on a cart,
Siskin on a cart,
Siskin in a bowl,
Siskin on the heels,
Siskin on the shaft,
Siskin on the arc!
Wanted to sleep
Making the beds
Forty four
Merry siskin:
Siskin on the bed
Chizh on the sofa,
Siskin on a basket,
Siskin on the bench
Siskin on the box
Siskin on a reel
Siskin on a piece of paper
Siskin on the floor.
Lying in bed
They whistled together
Forty four
Merry siskin:
Siskin - triti-titi,
Siskin - tirli-tirli,
Chizh - dili-dili,
Chizh - ti-ti-ti,
Chizh - tiki-tiki,
Chizh - tiki-ricki,
Chizh - tyuti-lyuti,
Chizh - bye-bye-bye!
Cheerful old man
There lived an old man
Small in stature,
And the old man laughed
Extremely simple:
"Ha ha ha
Yes hehehe
Yes, bang-bang!
Yes be-be-be,
Ding-ding-ding
Yes, trick, trick!
Once, seeing a spider,
I was terribly scared.
But, clutching my sides,
Laughed loudly:
"Hee hee hee
Yes ha ha ha
Yes gul-gul!
Yes ha-ha-ha,
Yes bull-bul!”
And seeing a dragonfly,
I got terribly angry
But from laughter to the grass
And so he fell:
"Gee-gee-gee
Yes gu-gu-gu,
Yes bang bang!
Oh, guys, I can’t!
Oh guys
The wind blew. Water was flowing...
The wind blew. Water was flowing.
The birds were singing. The years passed.
And from the clouds to us on earth
It rained sometimes.
A wolf woke up in the forest
snorted, shouted and fell silent
and then came out of the forest
a huge regiment of evil wolves.
Elder wolf with terrible eye
looks hungrily from the bushes
To sacrifice a tooth at once
tear into a hundred pieces.
Dark evening in the forest
I caught a fox in a trap
I thought: I’ll come home
I'll bring the fox skin.
A quiet evening is coming...
A quiet evening is coming.
The round lamp is on.
Nobody barks behind the wall
And no one speaks.
The ringing pendulum swings
Divides time into pieces
And my wife, despairing of me,
Dozing darning socks.
I'm lying with my legs up,
Feeling a count in my thoughts.
Help me, oh Gods!
Quickly get up and sit at the table.
Vlas and Mishka
On our collective farm
There is a collective farmer Vlas
And the lazy Mishka -
Everyone has a workbook.
Let's look at their workbooks
Let's see what they do:
Vlas sowed and plowed,
The bear was just resting.
Vlas will be rewarded in the fall,
Bear - a fig.
That's how it should be!
How will collective farmers divide
In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit
In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit
yesterday I sat by the window with my ear out
the earth said to the tree: grow
the tree grew slowly - but still noticeable to the eye
either standing naked or hiding the trunk in a green vase
in the sun reading the icon of your joy
planets sometimes moved between the stars
and the tree bent, flapping bird's nests
seven rainbows rose above the tree
I've seen angel eyes boards
they looked down at us
reading years good numbers
Liar
You know?
You know?
You know?
You know?
Well, of course you do!
It's clear that you know!
Undoubtedly
Undoubtedly
Surely you do!
No! No! No! No!
We don't know anything
Haven't heard anything
Haven't heard, haven't seen
And we don't know
Do you know what U?
Do you know what PA is?
Do you know what PY?
What's my dad's
Were there forty sons?
There were forty hefty ones -
And not twenty
And not thirty, -
Exactly forty sons!
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Twenty more
Thirty more
Well, back and forth,
And forty
Exactly forty, -
This is just nonsense!
Do you know what CO is?
Do you know what BA is?
Do you know what CI is?
That dogs are empty-headed
Have you learned to fly?
Like birds have learned, -
Not like animals
Not like fish -
Like hawks flying!
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Well, like animals,
Well, like fish
Well, back and forth,
And like hawks,
Like birds -
This is just nonsense!
Do you know what is ON?
Do you know what NOT?
Do you know what BE is?
What's in the sky
Instead of the sun
Will there be a wheel soon?
Soon there will be gold -
Not a plate
Not a cake, -
And the big wheel!
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Well, a plate,
Well, flatbread,
Well, back and forth,
And if the wheel -
This is just nonsense!
Do you know what is UNDER?
Do you know what MO?
Do you know what REM is?
What's under the sea-ocean
Is there a sentry with a gun?
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Well, with a baton,
Well, with a broom,
Well, back and forth,
And with a loaded gun -
This is just nonsense!
Do you know what's BEFORE?
Do you know what BUT?
Do you know what SA is?
As for the nose
Neither with your hands,
Not with your feet
Can't get it
As for the nose
Neither with your hands,
Not with your feet
Can't get there
Don't jump
As for the nose
Can't get it!
Well! Well! Well! Well!
You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Well, get there
Well, jump
Well, back and forth,
And to get it with your hands -
“Lord, awaken Your flame in my soul.
Lighten me, Lord, with Your sun.
Scatter golden sand at my feet,
so that I may walk a clear path to Your House.
Reward me, Lord, with Your word,
so that it thunders, praising Your Palace.
Lord, turn the rut of my belly,
so that the locomotive of my might moves
Lord, release the brakes on my inspiration.
Calm me down Lord
and fill my heart with a source of wondrous words
Two students wandered in the forest
looked into the water when they reached the river
Bonfires were lit at night to scare away predators
slept alone, and the other was on duty
sat in a blue kamilavochka
and butterflies
they flew up to him
it's a breeze
threw the fluff of the warbler into the fire
the student sang as he stretched:
A star fell into the fire.
The bears stood around silently
breathing with furry chest
and the soul barely stirred
in their fixed gaze
but it's quiet behind
walked with soft paws stepping through the spruce forest
and dreamed of a lost miller in the forest
how all the animals standing on the hill looked into the heights
where there are no fumes
the fire was burning
and branches of playful flame
played with a sickle on the banner
and smoke and fumes dangling in the air like a scarf
hung with a black hammer.
Day
And the fish flashes in the cool river,
And a small house stands in the distance,
And a dog barks at a herd of cows,
And Petrov rushes downhill in a cart,
And a small flag flutters on the house,
And nutritious grain ripens in the fields,
And dust glitters on every leaf,
And flies fly whistling everywhere,
And the girls, basking, lie in the sun,
And the bees in the garden are buzzing over the flowers,
And the geese dive in the shady ponds,
And the day passes in ordinary work.
The days fly by like swallows...
The days fly by like swallows
And we fly like sticks.
The clock is knocking on the shelf,
And I’m sitting in a yarmulke.
And the days fly by like glasses,
And we fly like swallows.
Light bulbs sparkle in the sky,
And we fly like stars.
Elizabeth played with fire
Elizabeth played with fire
shot fire down my back
shot fire down my back
Pyotr Palych looked around in admiration
and was breathing heavily
and was breathing heavily
and held his heart with his hand.
Once upon a time I lived in a house of thirty-three units...
Lived in a house of thirty-three units
man suffering from lower back pain.
As soon as he eats onions or dill,
it falls down instantly, like a sheaf.
Pain develops in the right side,
the man groans: “I can’t do it anymore!
Muscles die in an overwhelming struggle.
Refuse your relative the carabao...”
And so, without saying a word,
he died pointing his finger out the window.
Everyone present here and vice versa
stood in bewilderment, forgetting to close their mouths.
Doctor with freckles near his lip
rolled a bread ball on the table
help of a medical pipe.
Neighbor occupying a room near the restroom
stood in the doorway, absolutely fate
obedient.
The one who owned the apartment
walked along the corridor from the hallway to the toilet.
The nephew of a dead man, wanting to cheer up
a bunch of guests gathered,
wound up the gramophone by turning the handle.
Janitor, thinking about decency
human condition,
wrapped the dead body in a table
multiplication.
Varvara Mikhailovna fumbled in
deceased's chest of drawers
not so much for myself, but for
his son Volodya.
The tenant who wrote in the restroom “gender is not
pulled out an iron iron from under the dead man
They carried out a dead man wrapped in paper,
laid the dead man on the grave
rattlesnake.
A coffin car arrived at the house.
Sounded a thunderous alarm in our hearts
Fall asleep and in a moment with an airy soul...
Fall asleep and in a moment your airy soul
Enter the carefree gardens.
And the body sleeps like soulless dust,
And the river sleeps on my chest.
And sleep with lazy fingers
It touches your eyelashes.
And I paper sheets
I don’t rustle my pages.
Ivan Ivanovich Samovar
Ivan Ivanovich Samovar
There was a pot-bellied samovar,
Three-bucket samovar.
Boiling water was swaying in it,
Boiling water was puffing with steam,
Angry boiling water;
Poured into a cup through the tap,
Through the hole straight into the tap,
Directly into the cup through the tap.
Came up early in the morning,
He approached the samovar,
Uncle Petya came up.
Uncle Petya says:
“Let me have a drink,” he says,
“I’ll have some tea,” he says.
I approached the samovar,
Aunt Katya came up
She came up with a glass.
Aunt Katya says:
"I, of course, says
I’ll have a drink too,” he says.
So grandpa came
A very old man came
Grandfather came wearing shoes.
He yawned and said:
“Should I have a drink,” he says,
“Is it tea,” he says.
So grandma came
A very old one has arrived
She even came with a stick.
And after thinking he says:
“What, a drink,” he says,
“What, some tea,” he says.
Suddenly a girl came running,
I ran to the samovar -
It was my granddaughter who came running.
“Pour it in!” he says,
A cup of tea, he says,
It’s sweeter for me,” he says.
Then the Bug came running,
She came running with the cat Murka,
I ran to the samovar,
To be given to them with milk,
Boiling water with milk
With boiled milk.
Suddenly Seryozha came,
He came later than everyone else
He came unwashed.
“Serve it!” he says.
A cup of tea, he says,
More for me,” he says.
They tilted, they tilted,
They tilted the samovar,
But I got out of there
Just steam, steam, steam.
They tilted the samovar,
It's like a wardrobe, a wardrobe, a wardrobe,
But from there it came out
Just drip, drip, drip.
Samovar Ivan Ivanovich!
Ivan Ivanovich is on the table!
Golden Ivan Ivanovich!
Doesn't give me boiling water
Does not give to those who are late,
Does not give to couch potatoes.
Ivan Taporyzhkin
The poodle went with him, jumping over the fence,
Ivan fell into a swamp like a log,
And the poodle drowned in the river like an axe.
Ivan Taporyzhkin went hunting,
With him the poodle started skipping like an axe.
Ivan fell like a log into the swamp,
And the poodle in the river jumped over the fence.
Ivan Taporyzhkin went hunting,
With him, the poodle fell into the fence in the river.
Ivan jumped over the swamp like a log,
And the poodle jumped onto the axe.
A game
Petka was running along the road,
on the way to,
on the panel,
Petka was running
by panel
and he shouted:
“Ga-ra-rar!
Now I’m no longer Petka,
disperse!
disperse!
Now I’m no longer Petka,
I am now a car."
And Vaska ran after Petka
on the way to,
on the panel,
Vaska was running
by panel
and he shouted:
“Doo-doo-doo!
Now I’m no longer Vaska,
stay away!
stay away!
Now I’m no longer Vaska,
I am a mail steamer."
And Mishka ran after Vaska
on the way to,
on the panel,
Mishka was running
by panel
and he shouted:
“Zhu-zhu-zhu!
Now I'm no longer Mishka,
beware!
beware!
Now I'm no longer Mishka,
I am a Soviet plane."
A cow was walking along the road
on the way to,
on the panel,
a cow was walking
by panel
and mooed:
"Moo-moo-moo!"
Real cow
with real
walked towards me along the road,
took up the whole road.
"Hey cow,
You are a cow,
don't come here, cow,
don't walk on the road
don’t go on the path.”
"Beware!" - Mishka shouted.
“Move aside!” - Vaska shouted.
“Scatter!” - Petka shouted -
and the cow walked away.
We got there,
got there
to the bench
with a car
and a Soviet plane,
with a car
and a mail boat.
Petka jumped onto the bench,
Vaska jumped onto the bench,
The bear jumped onto the bench
on the bench at the gate.
"I came!" - Petka shouted.
"Anchored!" - Vaska shouted.
“Sat down on the ground!” - Mishka shouted, -
and sat down to rest.
We sat down
sat down
on the bench
with a car
and mail boat
with a car
“Let's swim!” - Vaska answered.
"Let's fly!" - Mishka exclaimed, -
and let's go again.
And let's go, we rushed
on the way to,
on the panel,
just jumped and galloped
and shouted:
“Zhu-zhu-zhu!”
They just jumped and galloped
on the way to,
on the panel,
only their heels sparkled
and shouted:
“Doo-doo-doo!”
Only their heels sparkled
on the way to,
on the panel,
they just threw hats
and shouted:
“Ga-ra-rar!”
A man left the house
A man left the house
With a baton and a bag
And on a long journey,
And on a long journey
I set off on foot.
He walked straight and forward
And he kept looking forward.
Didn't sleep, didn't drink,
Didn't drink, didn't sleep,
Didn't sleep, didn't drink, didn't eat.
And then one day at dawn
He entered the dark forest.
And from then on,
And from then on,
And from then on he disappeared.
But if somehow he
I'll happen to meet you
Then hurry up
Then hurry up
Tell us quickly.
How Volodya quickly flew downhill
Volodya on a sled
He flew quickly downhill.
To the hunter Volodya
It came at full speed.
Here's a hunter
They sit on a sled,
They fly quickly downhill.
They flew quickly downhill -
They ran into the dog.
Here's the dog
And the hunter
They sit on a sled,
They fly quickly downhill.
They flew quickly downhill -
They ran into a fox.
Here's a fox
And the dog
And the hunter
They sit on a sled,
They fly quickly downhill.
They flew quickly downhill -
And they ran into a hare.
Here comes the hare
And the fox,
And the dog
And the hunter
They sit on a sled,
They fly quickly downhill.
They flew quickly downhill -
We ran into a bear!
And Volodya from then on
Doesn't slide down the mountain.
When you realize that adults are similar to each other, and you are no more,
than they really want to hide in old grandfather’s hat...
In a huge velor coat, in a melted April puddle, hands in pockets,
by the pale spring sun setting on squinted eyelids...
And tell this life to hell?!...
Remember me: do neither this nor that. Don't do any of those things at all
which has already disappointed your loved ones, for everything that they created
They destroyed it...
And one more thing: take two words out of what I said: “everything” and “nothing.”
And having folded them, whisper to yourself on the path: Nothing...
Ship
A boat is sailing along the river.
He swims from afar.
There are four on the boat
A very brave sailor.
They have ears on top of their heads,
They have long tails
And only cats are scary to them,
Only cats and cats!
Cats
Once upon a time along the path
I was walking to my home.
I look and see: cats
They sit with their backs to me.
I shouted: - Hey, you cats!
Come with me
Let's go along the path
Let's go home.
Let's go quickly, cats,
I'll bring you lunch
From onions and potatoes
I'll make a vinaigrette.
Oh, no! - said the cats.
We'll stay here!
The formidable Pyotr Palych was swimming
closing his eyes he dived to the window
there was a bastard standing on the shore
throwing mother alone into the air
but only the drowned man is clean
the back of his head flashed above the water
people from somewhere broad-shouldered
ran to the throwing bridge
here Pyotr Palych even drowns
sharks sure walk there
there is nothing worse in the world
than wash the body in half.
April 1927
Million
A squad was walking down the street -
forty boys in a row:
and four times
by four,
and then four more.
A squad was walking in the alley -
forty girls in a row:
three four,
and four times
by four,
and then four more.
Yes, how we suddenly met -
suddenly it became eighty!
by four,
by fourteen
and then four more.
And to the square
turned,
and on the square stands
not a company
not a crowd
not a battalion
and not forty,
and not a hundred,
but almost
One two three four,
and four times
one hundred four
by four,
one and a half hundred
by four,
two hundred thousand times four!
And then four more!
Prayer before bed
"Lord, in broad daylight
Laziness came over me.
Let me lie down and sleep, Lord,
And while I'm sleeping, pump me up Lord
By your strength.
I want to know a lot
But it is not books or people who will tell me this.
Only you enlighten me Lord
Through my poems.
Wake me strong for the battle with meanings,
quick to control words
and diligent in praising the name of God
forever and ever".
Well done baker
I'll mix flour in a bucket
Let me bake a cake.
I'll put some raisins in there
To make it tasty for everyone.
The guests arrived in the evening
They were served a flatbread.
Here you go, guests, eat, chew,
Pop the flatbread into your mouth quickly.
And quickly tell us:
Does our flatbread taste good to you?
The guests answered me in unison:
“There is no second cake like this,
Because that flatbread
Not bad, but delicious!”
That's how great I am!
That's what a baker I am!
(Composed for the editorial raffle
"Chizh", organized by D. Kharms and
N.V. Gernet.)
Sky
The rooster crows. It's morning.
The day is already rushing past the morning.
Already the nights of Bramaputra
Sends a good shadow to the fields.
The air is already blowing cool,
Dust is already swirling around.
An oak leaf flutters and flutters.
Thunder is already roaring above us.
Already the Neva is bubbling in St. Petersburg,
And the wind whistles around in the forests,
And thunderous Jupiter
The sword sparkles in the sky.
Already the heavenly stream is gushing,
The water is already making noise everywhere.
But the clouds shine less and less,
The sun is already shining like a ball
And heat rushes from the sky to the ground,
And raises the water with steam,
And the steam thickens into the clouds.
And again a terrible rain pours,
And again the ball of the sun shines -
The sky is crying, then laughing,
Sometimes he’s happy, sometimes he’s sad.
Unknown Natasha
Having fastened the glasses with a simple rope,
a gray-haired old man is reading a book.
A candle is burning, and the hazy air is
The wind rustles the pages.
The old man, sighing, strokes his hair and
stale loaf of bread,
Gnawing the teeth of the past with a remnant and loudly
jaw crunches.
The dawn is already lifting the stars and lanterns
Nevsky is extinguishing,
The conductress on the tram is already scolding
with a drunk for the fifth time,
The Neva cough has already woken up and
strangling an old man by the throat,
And I write poems to Natasha and don’t close
light eyes.
Not now
This is This.
That is That.
Everything is either this or not that.
What is not this and not that is not this and not that.
Something like this and that, like that itself.
What is itself, then maybe
Yes, not this, or this, but not that.
This went into this, and that went into that.
We say: God blew.
This went into this, and then went into that,
and we have nowhere to go and nowhere to come.
It went into this. We asked: where?
They sang to us: here.
This came out of Here. What is this? This is what.
This is that.
That is this.
There's this and that.
Here it went into this, it went into that,
and then it went into here.
We looked, but didn't see.
And there stood this and that.
There's no here.
But now there is this and that.
But now this and that are here too.
We yearn and think and languish.
Where now?
Now here, and now there, and now here,
and now here and there.
This be it.
Here to be there.
It's here to be there. Me. We. God.
About water zeros
Null floated on the water.
We said: this is a circle,
there must be someone
threw a stone into the water.
Here Petka Prokhorov walked -
here is the footprint of his boots with horseshoes.
He created this circle.
Let us hurry up
cardboard and paints,
we will sketch Petka's creation.
And Prokhorov will sound,
like Pushkin.
And many years later
descendants will think:
“Here is Prokhorov once,
must be
he was a nice artist."
And they will edify the children:
“Children, throw stones into the water.
The stone gives birth to a circle,
and the circle gives birth to thought.
And the thought caused by the circle,
zero calls from darkness to light.”
One day Mr. Kondratyev...
One day Mr. Kondratyev
got into the American dress closet
and spent four days there.
On the fifth all his relatives
I could barely stand on my feet.
But at this time, bang-bang-bang!
They rolled the wardrobe down the stairs and down the steps
and on the same day to America by boat
Villainy, you say? Agree.
But remember: a person in love is always
Please deny him the pleasure
Sit on the bench
Sit on the bench
Sit on the bench...
Deny him the pleasure
Sit on a bench and think about food,
Sit on a bench and think about food, meat certainly,
About vodka, about beer, about a fat Jewish woman.
A very scary story
Finishing a bun with butter,
The brothers walked along the alley.
Suddenly at them from a back street
The big dog barked loudly.
The younger one said: “This is a misfortune,
He wants to attack us.
So that we don't get into trouble,
We’ll throw a bun into the dog’s mouth.”
Everything ended well.
It immediately became clear to the brothers
What for every walk
You need to take... a bun with you.
Very very tasty pie
I wanted to throw a ball
And I'm visiting myself...
I bought flour, I bought cottage cheese,
Baked crumbly...
Pie, knives and forks are here -
But there are some guests...
I waited until I had enough strength
Then a piece...
Then he pulled up a chair and sat down
And the whole pie in a minute...
When the guests arrived,
Even crumbs...
Plikh and Plyukh
Chapter first
Kaspar Schlich, smoking tobacco,
He carried two dogs under his arm.
I’ll throw them straight into the river!”
Hop! the puppy took off in an arc,
Plih! and disappeared under water.
Hop! another one took off after him,
Plop! and also under water.
Shlikh left, smoking tobacco.
There is no spot, and there are no dogs.
Suddenly from the forest, like the wind,
Paul and Peter fly out
And immediately with my head
Disappears underwater.
Less than two minutes have passed
Both swim to the shore.
Climbing out of the river
And they have puppies in their hands.
Peter shouted: “It’s mine!”
Paul shouted: “It’s mine!”
“You be Plikh!”
“You be a Plump!”
“Now let’s run home!”
Peter, Paul, Plikh and Plyuch
They rush to the house at full speed.
Chapter two
Papa Fittich next to mom,
Mom Fittich next to dad,
They sit on a bench,
They look into the distance thoughtfully.
Suddenly the boys came running
And they shouted with laughter:
“Meet: Plyukh and Plikh!
We saved them from death!”
“What are these other things?” —
Father Fittich shouted menacingly.
Mom, taking him by the hands,
He says: “Don’t hit them!”
And he leads the children to the table.
Plikh and Plyukh run forward.
What's happened?
What's happened?
Where's the stew?
Where's the roast?
Two dogs, Plyuh and Plikh,
We ate everything for four.
Kaspar Schlich, smoking tobacco,
I saw my dogs.
“Well!” exclaimed Kaspar Schlich, “
I got rid of them!
Threw them to the bottom of the river,
And now I don’t care.”
Chapter Three
The wind doesn't blow.
The leaves on the bushes will not tremble.
Sleeping in beds
Paul and Peter
Only audible
Snoring and whistling.
Plikh and Plyukh
We sat quietly
But after hearing
Whistling and snoring
They suddenly became
It's hard to itch
With a loud knock
Hind legs.
back teeth
And looking
with sadness all around,
On the bed
Under the feather beds
Plikh and Plyukh
They climbed up suddenly.
Then both brothers woke up
And the dogs were driven away.
Puppies are sitting on the floor.
Oh, how long the night lasts!
It's boring to wander around uselessly
They are in the room again -
Gotta do something
To pass the time.
Plikh pulls his pants with his teeth,
Plump plays with his boot.
The sun will rise soon.
Everything around became brighter.
“What kind of things are these!” —
In the morning Papa Fittich shouted.
Mom, taking him by the hands,
He says: “Don’t hit them!
Be good,
Do not be angry,
Better sit down and have breakfast!”
The sun is shining.
The wind blows.
Among the grass
We stood next to each other
Paul and Peter.
Admire what they are like!
Plyukh and Plikh howl sadly,
Their chains do not let them in.
Plikh and Plikh in the doghouse
Arrested for a day.
Kaspar Schlich, smoking tobacco,
I saw my dogs.
“Well!” exclaimed Kaspar Schlich, “
I got rid of them!
He threw them into the river, to the bottom,
And now I don’t care!”
Chapter Four
A mouse, a gray rogue,
Lured into a mousetrap.
Hey dogs
Plikh and Plikh,
Here's breakfast for two!
The dogs rush and bark loudly;
They catch a fast mouse,
But the little mouse doesn't give up
Rushing straight towards Paul.
Climbed his leg
And disappeared into his pants.
They are looking for the mouse Plyukh and Plikh,
The mouse hides from them.
Suddenly the dog howled in pain,
The mouse grabbed Plut's nose!
Plikh runs up to help,
And the mouse jumped back.
The bastard grabs you by the ear
And he rushes into the neighbor’s garden.
And follow the mouse with all your might
Plikh and Plyukh rush with barking.
The mouse runs
The dogs are behind her.
She can't get away from the dogs.
Dahlias
The dogs are growling
And howl loudly
They dig the earth,
They are digging a flowerbed,
And they howl loudly.
At this time Paulina
To light up the kitchen,
A mug of kerosene into the lamp
I was going to pour it.
Suddenly I looked out the window
And she turned pale with fear,
She turned pale
Trembling
She screamed:
“Away, you brutes!
Everything died.
Everything is lost.
Oh, flowers, my flowers!
The rose is dying
The poppy is dying
Mignonette and dahlia!
Paulina on dogs
Pouring out kerosene.
Nasty,
Very caustic
And stinky!
The dogs howl pitifully
They scratch their backs
Roses are trampled,
The poppies are trampling,
The tobacco beds are growing.
The neighbor squealed loudly
And, sadly crying out “Oooh!”
Like a broken branch
She collapsed on the grass.
Kaspar Schlick, smoking tobacco,
I saw my dogs
And Kaspar Schlich exclaimed:
“I got rid of them!
I threw them away a long time ago
And now I don't care!
Chapter Five
Plikh and Plikh are back in the booth.
Everyone will tell you about them:
“Here are friends, so friends!
It’s impossible to imagine anything better!”
But it is known that dogs
They don't know how to live without a fight.
Here in the garden, under the old oak tree,
Plikh and Plyukh got into a fight.
And they rushed after each other
Straight to the house at full speed.
At this time Mama Fittich
She was baking pancakes on the stove.
Feed them before lunch
The naughty ones ask for their mother.
Suddenly out the door past them
Plikh and Plikh rush with barking.
There is not enough room to fight in the kitchen:
Stool, pot and dough
And a pot of milk
They went head over heels.
Paul waved his whip,
He lashed Plump with a whip.
Peter shouted:
Are you hurting mine?
What is the dog’s fault?”
And he hit his brother with a whip.
Paul got angry too
He quickly ran up to his brother,
Grabbed his hair
And he threw him to the ground.
Then dad Fittich rushed in
With a long stick in his hands.
“Well, now I’ll beat them!”
He shouted in a hurry.
“Yes,” said Kaspar Schlich, “
I would have beaten them long ago.
I would have beaten them long ago!
However, I don’t care!”
Papa Fittich on the go
Suddenly he grabbed a frying pan
And on Shlikh the damn thing is hot
He jammed it on the go.
“Well,” exclaimed Kaspar Schlich, “
I suffered from them too.
Even a pipe and tobacco
They were hurt by dogs!”
Chapter Six
Very, very, very, very
Papa Fittich is concerned...
"What should I do? - speaks.-
My head is on fire.
Peter is a cheeky little boy,
Paul is a terrible rude man,
I'll send the boys to school
Let Bockelman teach them!”
Bockelman taught the boys
He hit the table with a stick,
Bockelman scolded the boys
And he roared at them like a lion.
If anyone didn't know the lesson,
Couldn't conjugate a verb -
Bockelman is cruel
I flogged him with a thin rod.
However, this is very little
It didn't help at all,
Because from beating
You can't become smart.
Having somehow finished school,
Both boys began
Train your dogs
To all the sciences of Bockelman.
They beat, they beat, they beat, they beat,
They beat dogs with sticks,
And the dogs howled loudly,
But they didn’t listen at all.
“No,” thought the friends,
This is not how you teach dogs!
A stick won't help matters!
We throw the sticks away."
And dogs indeed
Wise in two weeks.
Chapter seven and final
Englishman Mr. Hopp
Looks through a long telescope.
Sees mountains and forests,
Clouds and skies.
But he doesn't see anything
What's under his nose?
Suddenly he tripped over a stone,
I plunged straight into the river.
Papa Fittich was coming from a walk,
He hears shouts: “Guard!”
“Hey,” he said, “look,
Someone drowned in the river."
Plikh and Plyukh rushed off at once,
Barking and squealing loudly.
They see someone lanky
He climbs onto the shore trembling.
“Where is my helmet and telescope?”
Mr. Hopp exclaims.
And immediately Plikh and Plikh
On command, bang into the water!
Less than two minutes have passed
Both swim to the shore.
“Here is my helmet and telescope!”
Mr. Hopp shouted loudly.
And he added: “This is clever!
This is what training means!
I love dogs like this
I'll buy them right now.
One hundred rubles for dogs
Get it quickly!
“Oh!” exclaimed Papa Fittich,
Let me have them!”
"Goodbye! Goodbye!
Goodbye, Plyuh and Plikh!
Paul and Peter spoke,
Hugging them tightly.
"Right here in this very place
We once saved you
We lived together for a whole year,
But we’ll part now.”
Kaspar Schlich, smoking tobacco,
I saw my dogs.
“Well, well!” he exclaimed, “
Is this a dream or not a dream?
Really, how can this be?
One hundred rubles for two dogs!
I could become a rich man
But I had nothing to do with it.”
Kaspar Schlich stamped his foot,
He slammed his chubuk on the ground.
Kaspar Schlich waved his hand -
And he drowned in the river.
The old pipe is smoking,
A cloud of smoke swirls.
The tube finally goes out.
Here are the stories
On Tuesdays above the pavement
The balloon was flying empty.
He floated silently in the air;
Someone was smoking a pipe in it,
I looked at the squares, gardens,
I watched calmly until Wednesday,
And on Wednesday, after putting out the lamp,
He said: Well, the city is alive.
A constant of fun and filth
The water in the river murmurs cool,
and the shadow of the mountains falls on the field,
and the light goes out in the sky. And the birds
are already flying in dreams,
and a janitor with a black mustache
stands under the gate all night
and scratches with dirty hands
and a cheerful cry is heard through the windows
and the stamping of feet and the clinking of bottles.
A day passes, then a week,
then the years pass by,
and people in orderly rows
disappear in their graves,
and the janitor with a black mustache
worth a year under the gate
and scratches with dirty hands
the back of your head under a dirty hat.
And a cheerful cry is heard through the windows
and the stamping of feet and the clinking of bottles.
The moon and sun turned pale.
The constellations have changed shape.
The movement became viscous,
and time became like sand.
And the janitor with a black mustache
stands again under the gate
and scratches with dirty hands
the back of your head under a dirty hat,
and a cheerful cry is heard through the windows
and the stamping of feet and the clinking of bottles.
Order to the horses
For fast movement
through noisy squares
the order came
from God to horses:
always ride in position
war horse,
but if from the police
with fire
suspended on a rope
in a tin box
flashes in furious movement
lantern over the wall,
scaring with a red flash
walking crowd
run instantly with the mouse
to the lamppost
humbly and patiently
green wait for signal
struggling in my chest with beating,
where the blood runs into the canal
divergent from the heart
not in the form of those pieces
located in the museum,
and in the form of hairs,
and heart fluttering
successfully extorted,
go wandering again
as long as you are healthy.
"Rebekah, Valentina and Tamara
Beautiful and lazy
One two three four five six seven
Quite quite three graces at all
Fatty, Shorty and Skinny
One two three four five six seven
Quite three graces at all!
Oh, if they hugged, it would be
One two three four five six seven
Quite quite three graces at all
But even if they hadn’t hugged, even so
One two three four five six seven
Quite three graces at all.”
Romance
He looks at me with crazy eyes -
I have known your house and porch for a long time.
With dark red lips he kisses me -
Our ancestors went to war in steel
He brought me a bouquet of dark red
carnation -
Your stern face has been familiar to me for a long time.
He only asked for one kiss for the bouquet -
Class: 2 b
Education system"School of Russia"
Subject: “Independent reading. D. Kharms “The Cheerful Old Man”, “Neverbelievable””.
Type: lesson of generalization and systematization.
Target: developing students' reading independence and reading skills; improving diction and analysis skills work of art; development of children's creative abilities; instilling interest in literary creativity, reading children's literature.
Tasks:
Educational: introduce the works of the author D. Kharms “The Jolly Old Man”, “The Never-Never”; learn to predict the content of a work; improve skills consolidate the skill
Educational: develop oral speech students, imagination, develop thinking: the ability to predict, analyze, generalize, compare, draw conclusions.
Educational: to cultivate interest in children's literature, organization, perseverance, curiosity, hard work, sensitivity towards comrades and their opinions.
Planned results:
Personal:
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– speech development;
– improving diction;
– exercise self-control;
– give self-assessment of the results of the success of your activities;
– opportunity to develop in the classroom Creative skills;
– development physical health.
Metasubject:
Cognitive UUD:
– gain the ability to understand learning task lesson;
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– answer questions asked;
– generalize your own ideas;
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Regulatory UUD:
– independently plan and control learning activities in accordance with the goal;
– accept the learning task and follow the teacher’s instructions;
– listen to the interlocutor and conduct a dialogue;
–
Communication UUD:
–
– enter into verbal communication;
–
–
– control your actions when working in a group;
– be able to negotiate and come to a common joint decision.
Subject:
– predict the content of the work;
– plan work in the lesson;
– come up with your own questions based on the content;
– select the title according to the content, main idea;
– distinguish oral genres folk art.
Equipment : Literary reading. Textbook. 2nd grade. Part 1. L. F. Klimanova, L. A. Vinogradskaya, V. G. Goretsky; exhibition of books and portrait of D. Kharms; cards (text speech warm-up); audio recording.
During the classes
Hello guys! Sit down please.– Today's lesson literary reading I'll spend it with you. My name is Tatyana Valerievna.
– Guys, I will smile at you, and you will smile at me. And we'll give it as a gift good mood each other for the entire lesson. I wish you to always be in a good mood.
– Please put your work places in order. Check your readiness for the lesson. Are all the necessary items located at your work stations?
– Well done.
Children greet the teacher while standing, sit down and take their places.
Children check at their workplaces for the availability of necessary items.
Personal:
– internal position of schoolchildren at the level positive attitude to literary reading lessons;
– exercise self-control.
Metasubject:
Regulatory UUD:
– carry out step-by-step control yourself.
II. Speech warm-up
– We will begin our lesson with you with a speech warm-up. Today we will work with Elena Blaginina's tongue twister. It is constructed in the same way as a folk tongue twister. But it is copyrighted because it has an author.
– First, I will read the tongue twister to you.
"At Varya's on the boulevard
The mittens are gone.
Varya returned
In the evening from the boulevard,
And found it in my pocket
Varvara mittens"
– … Please read the tongue twister to us slowly.
– Well done.
– Well done, thanks.
– He will read to us with an intonation of surprise...
– Well done!
– Guys, what sounds are repeated in this tongue twister?
Children listen to a tongue twister.
Children read one by one.
– Sounds [v], and [r].
Personal:
– speech development;
– improving diction;
– exercise self-control.
III. Update background knowledge and methods of action
– Now let's think about the task you did at home.
– What were you asked?
– Right!
– …, please read what you have prepared.
– …, what have you prepared?
– Okay, well done.
Students read what they have prepared for the lesson (funny poems, fables, shifters).
Metasubject:
Cognitive UUD:
– highlight known knowledge and skills from the lesson content;
– answer the questions asked.
Subject:
– distinguish genres of oral folk art.
IV. Integrated application and systematization of knowledge
IV. I. Dynamic pause
Work on the topic of the lesson
– Guys, the topic of our lesson is: “Independent reading. Daniil Ivanovich Kharms “The Cheerful Old Man”, “Neverbelievable””.
– Open your textbooks to page 102.
– Who will read the title of the poem?
– OK, thank you.
– Guys, look at the illustration for the poem. What do you think it's about?
– What do you think?
– …, what can you say about the content of the poem by looking at the illustrations for it?
– Okay, well done.
– And now we will listen to an audio recording of the poem “The Cheerful Old Man.”
An audio recording of the song “Jolly Old Man” is played.
– Guys, what impression did the poem make on you?
– Fine. What will ... tell us?
– Read the poem again, on your own. And show your readiness with your eyes.
– Great. Now...he will read the poem aloud to us. Please start.
– …, please read again.
– Did you like this piece? Why?
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– N
– Guys, why was the old man cheerful?
– Guys, think about it and ask questions about the content of the poem.
– Can this poem be called a fable?
– Why do you think so? (Tall tale orincredible - a genre of oral folk art, a short prose or poetic narrative, usually of comic content, the plot of which is based on an image of a deliberately distorted reality).
– And what do you think, …?
– What do we think...?
– Guys, now we will rest a little and do a little warm-up. Get up from your chairs, stand freely, legs wide apart, and repeat after me.
« A is the beginning of the alphabet,
That's why she's famous.
And it's easy to recognize:
He puts his legs wide"
– Let's repeat our warm-up, speed up the pace a little.
– Well done! Please take your seats.
– Have you warmed up? Then let's continue our lesson. Guys, what do you know about the author of the poems, Daniil Ivanovich Kharms?
– I'll tell you.
Material for teachers
Daniil Ivanovich Kharms (Yuvachev) (1905-1942) - poet, prose writer, playwright, children's writer.
Born in St. Petersburg into the family of a nobleman who was a member of the People's Will. Future poet spoke and read fluently in German and English. He was educated at educational institution Petersburg, where teaching was conducted in foreign languages.
In his youth, the poet was attracted by such human qualities as charm and charisma. And in 1922 he signed a comic poem by Charms. Gradually the pseudonym Kharms took hold.
In the mid-1920s. D. Kharms and his friends - Alexander Vvedensky, Yuri Vladimirov, Nikolai Zabolotsky - united in the literary and poetic group OBERIU. It stood for Real Art Association.
Poets have often been asked: why is there a U at the end? “Because, because it ends in U!” - they answered. For fun. All members of this group considered themselves jesters, and their poetry was clownish. They composed fables, counting rhymes, invented new words, wrote nonsense poems, and experimented. This group of poets made the magazines “Chizh” and “Ezh” the most popular in those years.
– Guys, now we will read a poem by Daniil Ivanovich on page 103.
– Tell me, what is it called?
– Right.
– First, I will read a poem to you, and you listen carefully and follow the text.
– Now read the poem to yourself. And show your readiness with your eyes.
– Have you read it? ..., please read the poem out loud.
– Thank you, well done.
– And... now he will read to us in such a way as to convey, when reading, the surprise of the unexpectedness of what is happening. Please start.
– Well done.
– Guys, how do you understand the meaning of the word?unprecedented ?
– What does he think...?
– What do you think?
– Fine.
– Guys, what is so unusual about it? What might this poem be about?
– Guys, did you like this piece?
– How?
– Which lines made you laugh?
– Guys, nName the main characters of the poem.
– That's right, well done!
Children open the textbook to page 102 and read the title of the poem.
Children's answers (D. Kharms).
Children look at the illustration.
Children's answers according to content.
Listening to an audio recording.
Children's answers.
Children read a poem.
Read by well-prepared students.
Children's answers.
Children's answers(Cheerful old man, spider, dragonfly).
Children's answers(Because he laughed).
Questions from children.
Children's answers(Yes).
Children's answers (Because the poem is small in volume and has comic content).
Children should stand with their feet wide apart:
Hands on the belt
hands on shoulders
two claps.
The pace quickens.
The children are seated at their work stations.
Children's answers.
Children listen to the story.
Children's answers(“Neverbelievable”).
… reads the poem aloud.
… reads the poem aloud.
Children's answers.
Children's answers.
Children's answers(Bear, pig, piglets).
Metasubject:
Cognitive UUD:
– master the ability to understand the educational task of the lesson.
Regulatory UUD:
– accept the learning task and follow the teacher's instructions.
Communication UUD:
– understand the essence and content of the questions posed;
– observe the rules of politeness when communicating;
– allow for the existence of different points of view;
Subject:
– come up with your own questions based on the content.
Personal:
– development of physical health;
– exercise self-control.
V. Checking, correcting and assessing knowledge and methods of activity.
– Guys, now we will have a little creative task. Try with your desk neighbor to compose a short poem similar to “Neverbelievable”, replacing one or two heroes in it.
– Happened? Please read how your poem turned out.
– Well done, you did a great job!
Children try to write a short essay.
Two or three students read the resulting poems.
Personal:
– opportunity to develop creative abilities in the classroom.
Metasubject:
Regulatory UUD:
– listen to your interlocutor and conduct a dialogue.
Communication UUD:
– engage in verbal communication;
– be able to negotiate and come to a common joint decision;
– control your actions when working in a group.
Subject:
– select a title in accordance with the content and main idea.
VI. Summing up the lesson
– Guys, let's remember which poet's poems were heard in today's lesson?
– Where can you find them?
– What poems did you guys learn about today?
– Okay, well done.
Children's answers (Daniil Ivanovich Kharms ).
Children's answers(In books, in magazines).
Children's answers(“The Cheerful Old Man”, “Neverbelievable”).
Metasubject:
Cognitive UUD:
– generalize your own ideas.
VII. Homework information
– Guys, now let's write it down homework. Open your diaries. Your task will be: prepare for expressive reading poems “The Cheerful Old Man” and “Neverbelievable”; and also find other poems by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms in magazines or books and get ready to read them in class.
– Have you written everything down? Well done. You can close your diaries.
Children open their diaries and write down their homework.
Personal:
– exercise self-control.
Metasubject:
Cognitive UUD:
– use the information received in lessons in everyday life.
VIII. Reflection educational activities
– Guys, what would you praise yourself for today?
– What did you do especially well in the lesson?
– Guys, pay attention, you, each of you, have signals on your tables, two small pictures - a happy and a sad emoticon. If you liked everything in the lesson and coped with everything, then show a cheerful emoticon. If you think that you failed at something, then show a sad emoticon.
– Think a little, remember what you did in class today and decide.
– Ready? Show me.
– Okay, well done.
– What did you like?
– And you?
– What did you do?
– What do you think you failed to cope with?
– And you?
– Fine. Well done!
– Today you worked actively in class and showed your initiative. Well done boys!
– Our lesson has come to an end. I thank everyone for their work in class.
– Stand up please. The lesson is over. Goodbye.
Children's answers.
Children showing signals.
Children's answers.
Personal:
– give self-assessment of the results of the success of your activities.
Metasubject:
Regulatory UUD:
– evaluate your achievements in class.
