Samuil Marshak. All year round. All year round - poems by Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak for children

Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
There are stoves in our house.
Smoke rises into the sky.

FEBRUARY

The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Snake rushes along the ground
Light ground.
Rising, rushing into the distance
Aircraft links.
It celebrates February
Army birth.

MARCH

Loose snow darkens in March.
Ice is melting on the window.
Bunny running around
And on the map
On the wall.

APRIL

April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaks
Through the woods.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.

MAY

Lily of the valley blossomed in May
On the very holiday - on the first day.
May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.

JUNE

June has come.
"June! June!"
Birds chirping in the garden...
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fall apart.

JULY

Haymaking is in July
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

AUGUST

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
black
Packed.

SEPTEMBER

On a clear September morning
Villages thresh bread
Birds fly across the sea
And the school opened.

OCTOBER

In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.

NOVEMBER

November seventh day
Red day calendar.
Look out your window
Everything outside is red.
Flags fly at the gate
Blazing with flames.
You see the music is coming
where the trams were.
All the people - both young and old
Celebrates freedom.
And my red balloon flies
Straight to the sky!

DECEMBER

In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Ran to the top
The bravest bastard.

A year has passed like yesterday.
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times.

Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
There are stoves in our house.
Smoke rises into the sky.

FEBRUARY

The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Snake rushes along the ground
Light ground.
Rising, rushing into the distance
Aircraft links.
It celebrates February
Army birth.

MARCH

Loose snow darkens in March.
Ice is melting on the window.
Bunny running around
And on the map
On the wall.

APRIL

April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaks
Through the woods.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.

MAY

Lily of the valley blossomed in May
On the very holiday - on the first day.
May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.

JUNE

June has come.
"June! June!"
Birds are chirping in the garden...
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fall apart.

JULY

Haymaking is in July
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

AUGUST

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
black
Packed.

SEPTEMBER

On a clear September morning
Villages thresh bread
Birds fly across the sea
And the school opened.

OCTOBER

In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.

NOVEMBER

November seventh day
Red day calendar.
Look out your window
Everything outside is red.
Flags fly at the gate
Blazing with flames.
You see the music is coming
where the trams were.
All the people - both young and old
Celebrates freedom.
And my red balloon flies
Straight to the sky!

DECEMBER

In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Ran to the top
The bravest bastard.

A year has passed like yesterday.
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times.

JANUARY
Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
There are stoves in our house.
Smoke rises into the sky.

FEBRUARY
The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Snake rushes along the ground
Light ground.
Rising, rushing into the distance
Aircraft links.
It celebrates February
Army birth.

MARCH
Loose snow darkens in March.
Ice is melting on the window.
Bunny running around
And on the map
On the wall.

APRIL
April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaks
Through the woods.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.

MAY
Lily of the valley blossomed in May
On the very holiday - on the first day.
May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.

JUNE
June has come.
"June! June!"
Birds chirping in the garden...
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fall apart.

JULY
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

AUGUST
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
black
Packed.

SEPTEMBER
On a clear September morning
Villages thresh bread
Birds fly across the sea
And the school opened.

OCTOBER
In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.

NOVEMBER
November seventh day
Red day calendar.
Look out your window
Everything outside is red.
Flags fly at the gate
Blazing with flames.
You see the music is coming
where the trams were.
All the people - both young and old
Celebrates freedom.
And my red balloon flies
Straight to the sky!

DECEMBER
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Ran to the top
The bravest bastard.

A year has passed like yesterday.
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times.

Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
Stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky.

February

The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Snake rushes along the ground
Light ground.
Rising, rushing into the distance
Aircraft links.
It celebrates February
Army birth.

March

Loose snow darkens in March,
Ice is melting on the window.
Bunny running around
And on the map
On the wall.

April

April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaks
Through the woods.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.

May

Lily of the valley blossomed in May
On the very holiday - on the first day.
May with flowers
The lilac is blooming.

June

June has come.
"June! June!"
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion -
And it will all fall apart.

July

Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles at times,
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

August

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami stands
And sunflower seeds
Filled with black.

September

On a clear September morning
Villages thresh bread
Birds rush across the sea -
And the school opened.

October

In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.

November

November seventh day
Red day calendar.
Look out your window
Everything outside is red.
Flags fly at the gate
Blazing with flames.
You see the music is on
where the trams were.
All the people - both young and old -
Celebrates freedom.
And my red balloon flies
Straight to the sky!

December

In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
running to the top
The bravest bastard.