Works by the visitor for children. B. Zakhoder Funny poems - Bird school. A story with magic

Bird school

On an old linden tree in the yard
Great excitement.
Someone hung it at dawn
This ad:
“The school for chicks is open!
Classes start at five o'clock.
Here you can even in summer
Study all subjects!”

And exactly at five o'clock in the morning
Bird babies flocked:
Sparrows, jackdaws,
Chizhi,
Swifts,
goldfinches,
Magpies, crows,
Tits and starlings.

They chirp and laugh
They squeak, cackle, peck,
They push, they fight...
What will you do -
Chicks!

But then the teacher flew into the classroom,
And the turmoil subsided.
Sits more quietly than pigeons
Youth on the branches.
Teacher - Old Sparrow,
You won't fool him!
He is fair, but very strict.
- So, friends, let's start the lesson!

We have
Scheduled
Now
Calligraphy. -
Sparrows and checkmarks
They sit, take out their sticks...

The second lesson is native language.
Let's remember: it's written "chirp"
And it's pronounced "chivik"
Or “chilik”, as you are used to!

Now let's start reading
Favorite children's books.
Reading with expression
Poem "Chizhik-Pyzhik".

Let's say Chizh goes to the board...
Well, why are you silent, my friend?
- "Chizhik-Pyzhik! Where have you been?"
And what next, I forgot...

But then the bell rang.
- Jump for now.
And who is hungry?
It'll kill the worm!

Now natural science.
Let's write down two tasks:
"Where the crumbs are collected"
And “How to escape from a cat.”

Great! Finally
There will be singing today.
Everyone, even the yellow-mouthed ones,
They sing with great eagerness.

Here is the best student
Separately in the picture:
He sang “chik-chirik” three times
Almost without a hitch!

And here on this thread
Marks have been made.
All have A's.
Well done!
Fly home, chicks!

Doesn't let me study!

I just sat down at the table,

I hear: "Meow..."

"What have you come for?

Leave! - I shout to the cat.

I already... can't bear it!

You see, I'm busy with science,

So scurry and don’t meow!”

He then climbed onto the chair,

He pretended to fall asleep.

Well, he cleverly pretended

It’s almost like he’s sleeping!

But you can't fool me...

“Oh, are you sleeping? You’ll get up now!”

You are smart and I am smart!"

Strike him by the tail!

He scratched my hands

He pulled the tablecloth off the table,

I spilled all the ink on the floor,

I stained all my notebooks

And he slipped out the window!

I'm ready to forgive the cat

I feel sorry for them cats.

But why do they say

As if it's my fault?

I told my mother openly:

"This is just slander!

You should try it yourself

Hold

For some reason I

No luck and no luck!

I have no luck at football:

When you hit it, there is no glass!

No luck at home

And at school...

Things are terrible at school!

Even on that test, say,

Waited for fours:

Petka - contact has been established with him

He gave me the cheat sheet.

Well, everything seems to be in order!

They return our notebooks.

We are watching.

And what's in them?

There are four of them...

For two!

Petka looks guilty...

I didn't hit him, guys.

He didn't do this out of spite.

I was not lucky!

I'm so unlucky

Such an unlucky one!

Take this case for example:

Giving up on everything,

I did my homework honestly

I did it sparing no effort!

So what?

Useless!

So no one asked!

And usually there is not even a day,

So that they don't call me.

At least climb under the desk - and here

They will definitely find it!

There is no salvation

From such bad luck!

And what’s most offensive?

Nobody sympathizes!

It happened early in the morning.

I got on the tram while it was moving.

I decided not to take a ticket

I think I'll go soon.

Well, where at this time?

Was it possible for the controller to take it?

Stopped the carriage

And they take me out!

I said, of course, right away:

No luck, as ordered!

And everyone around will laugh!

That's right, says the people,

Since he doesn’t want to carry the tram,

It's clear here

Things are not going my way!

Sea battle

What's that noise in the back?

Nothing can be understood!

Someone there hisses in excitement:

A-six.

It's Vova and Petya again

Forgot everything in the world:

In class all day long

They are fighting at sea!

Two war fleets are fighting

On pieces of paper from a notebook.

Vova and Petya are not pirates,

They won't board you

And they point at the squares

Long-range

Pencil!

And they will catch up with the enemy

Well-aimed volleys everywhere!

Here battle cruiser drowning

In lined water,

Victory is already close:

Destroyers are hitting point blank...

Well, another torpedo

And the battleship will go to the bottom!

But suddenly everything disappeared:

Sea, waves, ships...

Thundered

Louder than a squall:

Head to the board, admirals!

Admirals are broke...

Petka, friend, save me - I’m drowning!

I myself am going down!

Often fails

The bravest admiral

If there is a place for battle

He chose poorly!

My neighbor is a violinist,

Yes, what else!

At least cry!

He recently moved in with us.

He is also a boy.

Studying at some place

In musical school.

I invited him to play football

But of course he didn’t go:

"I'm busy, unfortunately.

I'm getting ready to perform."

What to expect from a violinist!..

He's probably afraid of the ball!

At least he could play

On your violin!

I would play all sorts of things

Pretty little things

And then he saws all day

The same rubbish.

You're still walking up the stairs,

And you hear in the distance:

"Tili-dili, tili-dili,

Tili-pili-pili..."

What is he sawing there, our neighbor?

I ask my mother.

“He doesn’t saw,” was the answer,

And he plays the scale.

Then mom began to explain,

What you need to practice

What would I rather than chase balls,

I could also work out

That without studying it’s okay

You won't even become a violinist.

In general, because of these scales

I sat down for the lessons myself.

I thank him for these scales

I'll ask again sometime!

And the other day they gave me a ticket

To the concert in the Hall of Columns.

It was a wonderful concert!

I wasn't bored at all.

It's almost at the end,

This Tolka comes out.

In a suit

With a collar

With a violin

And with a bow...

Shaking right:

Will begin

Let's leave quickly

I'm pushing my neighbor

Otherwise it will start to itch

Won't finish until lunch!

Ti-i-she! - they shouted from behind.

I didn’t even have time to get up.

I hear it became quiet in the hall.

I heard someone suddenly start singing.

Is this really a violin?

There's some kind of mistake here!

I'm looking at the stage

No, there is no error!

Standing there with a violin

Tolya, my neighbor!

He plays and is not afraid!

But there are people all around...

The violin is like a bird

Sings, sings, sings...

And suddenly she fell silent,

And the hall thundered!

I'll shout:

Well, why did you stop?

The neighbor nudged me with his shoulder:

Do you know the violinist?

And I answered triumphantly:

Yes, we live with him!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

We were on our way home.

He gave me

Carry the violin!

Two and three

Seryozha went to first grade.

Don't joke with Seryozha!

He can do it with us

To ten!

It's no sin for such a wise man

Turn up your snub nose!

Once upon a time at my father’s table

And he asked a question:

There are two pies here, dad, right?

Do you want to bet?

I can always prove

That there are not two, but three!

Let's count together:

Here's ONE

And here are TWO, look!

ONE and TWO,” the son finished,

There will be just THREE!

Well done! - said the father.

And actually three!

I'll take two

And take the third one!

TWO TALES

Grunt on the Christmas tree

Believe it or not, there lived, they say, a little pig named Khruk, and he was extraordinary: on hind legs knew how to walk.

It used to be that he would go out for a walk, and all the kids - lambs, calves, kids - would follow him like that:

Little Piggy, show me your skills!

Grunt will stand on his hind legs, fold his front legs on his belly, and stand out looking very important.

Everyone just gasps:

Well, Grunt! Oh yes Grunt!

Boris Zakhoder's first poems appeared in a children's magazine in 1947. Imagine, your great-grandmothers, grandfathers, mothers, fathers grew up with them, and now you too - cheerful, smart children who know about everything in the world. These lines keep up with the times, and do not turn into old, archaic and uninteresting literature.

When a poet has the soul of a child

And it’s all very simple: he never grew up and at heart remained a cheerful, playful child who could read smart books and play pranks with the kids on the street. Only such people can write forever young poems for children.

Boris Zakhoder composed poems for children when he was in a cheerful and bright mood, after communicating with young readers. That’s why the lines of his quatrains breathe such fun, dynamics and enthusiasm.

The writer's favorite topic is animals. His poetry series about the living world is impressive. In funny poems, the poet not only talks about big and small animals that live on planet Earth, but also describes their habits and characteristics. Here is a small lesson in zoology and literature. Well, who else can combine these two disciplines in such an unusual way? Only those who know how to create for children and create a new and interesting world for them can do this.

Education with love and creativity

You don’t know how to raise a little mischievous child and teach him to good manners? Boris Zakhoder considered poetry for children the best educator, and kind word the most good teacher. Remember his poem about the prankster Nikto, who stole candy, scattered candy wrappers in the kitchen, drew on wallpaper and things? Oh, yes, he lives in your house! Read poems about mischievous guys to this fidget and let him recognize himself as the main character. Children pick up on these things very quickly and try to be better.

Boris Zakhoder not only knew how to write interestingly, but was also an excellent teacher and psychologist. He was one of the first to write educational poems for children that teach and entertain at the same time. Read “The Furry Alphabet” to your snub-nosed dogs and they will not only quickly learn letters, but also learn about new animals that live in Africa, Asia, America, Australia and Europe.

For kids and schoolchildren

Our pages are also rich in poetic lines for schoolchildren. Recognize yourself or your classmates in the prankster Vova. This boy relaxes during lessons and “works” during breaks. And who are the mischievous boys and girls from the writer’s works who got bad grades like? Well, of course not on you.

It’s amazing: so much water has passed under the bridge, but the children have not changed. Just like 100 years ago, they love recess more than lessons, are not lazy to play pranks and slip “surprises” to teachers and sadly drag behind them a briefcase in which the nasty “two” lives. These are eternal topics that will always be of interest to children of all generations.

Boris Zakhoder, poems for children, knew how to turn poems into funny songs, which are still heard by all generations today. The funny lines of Winnie the Pooh songs are sung with pleasure by both grandmothers at the entrance and children. Guys are running down the street, and the song flies with them, and the perky lines merrily jump and stumble along with their performers.

The Sharp-nosed Drill started dancing, and such a Fire song that it started dancing! Here the screw couldn’t resist: It spun in the whirlwind of the waltz, And behind it came the hammer: Jump-jump! Jump-jump! The shavings winds to the left, to the right - twists like a vine. And the joints of the compass are shaking! Have fun, working people! You worked...

The rain sings a song: Drip, drip... Only who will understand it - Drip, drip? Neither I nor you will understand, But flowers will understand, And spring foliage, And green grass... The grain will understand better than anyone: It will begin to sprout!

One of his most famous poems, “Kiskino Grief,” demonstrates this well. The fact is that in fairy tales there is a very often used technique - humanizing animals. This is precisely what this work is built on. The main character, the cat, is humanized here. She thinks and reflects like a person, which is extremely typical for fairy tales. However, everything is limited to this - Boris Zakhoder’s poems talk about the most everyday situations, in which only some elements of a fairy tale are present. In addition, if you read Zakhoder’s poems, you will notice that a very large layer of his work is dedicated specifically to animals - here is the poem “Harmful Cat”, and the above-mentioned “Kiskino Grief”, and much more.

Another significant work for Zakhoder’s work is “My Imagination.” It, like his other funny poems, was written for children, and in fact is a real fable by the author. In it, he dreams of some abstract country in which wishes come true, wings grow and animals speak. At the same time, this poem contains a certain idea that it is necessary to preserve fantasy and imagination, to develop it, since with the help of this tool you can create great amount other worlds.

We should not forget about another side of this man’s work - Zakhoder’s fairy tales, which he did not write himself, but translated from other languages ​​- English, Swedish. It was thanks to him that Russian children became acquainted with such characters as Mary Poppins, Winnie the Pooh, as well as Peter Pan and many others. In addition to direct translation, these tales were also adapted for the Russian reader. This is precisely the long work of the author, who, in addition to the literary translation, left some of his ideas and thoughts inside these works, without destroying the integrity of the original.

Every child should get acquainted with the works of this author - especially fairy tales, since it is through them that he will come into contact with Western culture and literature. It doesn’t hurt to read the poems so that the thoughts that the author tried to convey reach them in the most concentrated and pleasant form.