snowdrops.. The girl cried and left the house. Write down only those sentences that contain words with prefixes. Label the prefixes. Find a word denoting an object with the following composition: prefix + root + suffix + ending. Label all parts in it
It was winter. There was a lot of snow. The trees in the forest stood waist-deep in snowdrifts. People sat in their houses and lit the stoves. But the evil stepmother drove the girl into the forest forsnowdrops. The girl began to cry and left the house.
Write down only those sentences that contain words with prefixes. Label the prefixes. Find a word denoting an object with the following composition: prefix + root + suffix + ending. Label all the parts in it.
Two little girls came with boxes, bowed to the stump and moved on. An old man came with a bag, groaning, bowed to the stump and wandered on. All day long different people came to the forest, bowed to the stump and moved on. The old stump became proud and said to the trees: “You see, even people bow to me.” The grandmother came and bowed, the girls came and bowed, the old man came and bowed. Not a single person passed me without bowing. Therefore, I am the most important one here in the forest. And you, too, bow to me. But the trees stood silently around him in all their proud and sad autumn beauty. The old stump got angry and shouted: - Bow to me! I am your king! But then a small, fast titmouse flew in, sat on a young birch tree, which was dropping its golden jagged leaves one by one, and chirped cheerfully: “Look, how the whole forest became noisy!” Shut up! You're not a king, you're just an ordinary old stump. And people are not bowing to you at all, but are looking for a scent near you. And even those are not found. Everything has been robbed a long time ago.
game - Burim, Help me write a poem, I need to compose a poem "Let's protect the forest from fire" from the following My homeland is greenwent in and found
house-in-it
boletus-moss mushroom
wandered - dialed
grow-here
marvelous forest - transparent, fresh
wealth-kingdom
need to know and protect
we know, we protect
miracle of miracles - our forest
stump boy
halt - dozed off
matches out of habit
the fire is warming - the old forest
night-help
We didn't have time, we burned out
forest-tear
take care - don't lie
forever-never
fire-nightmare
springs-bergs
and the forests we preserved
You can’t use all the words, but the main thing is to use them with meaning
Write down personal pronouns, determine their person and case. Stump There was a big old stump in the forest. The grandmother came with a bag, bowed to the stump and moved on.Two little girls came with boxes, bowed to the stump and moved on. An old man came with a bag, bowed to the stump with a groan and wandered on.
All day long different people came to the forest, bowed to the stump and moved on.
The old stump became proud and said to the trees:
- You see, even people bow to me. The grandmother came and bowed, the girls came and bowed, the old man came and bowed. Not a single person passed me without bowing. Therefore, I am the most important one here in the forest. And you, too, bow to me!
But the trees stood silently around him in all their proud and sad autumn beauty.
The old stump got angry and shouted:
Bow to me! I am your king!
But then a small, fast titmouse flew in, sat on a young birch tree, which was dropping its golden jagged leaves one by one, and chirped cheerfully:
-Look, how the whole forest became noisy! Shut up! You're not a king, you're just an ordinary old stump. And people don’t bow to you at all, but look for honey mushrooms near you. And even those are not found. Everything has been robbed a long time ago.
The gnome's house, the gnome is home!
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
He feeds the squirrels pine cones,
Sits down at the table with bears,
With fluffy bunnies
Yes with little mice!
He shares toys
With chattering cuckoos,
With raccoons and woodpeckers,
With an owl covered in patlas!
He shares nuts
With roe deer, with deer,
With painstaking moles,
With funny beavers.
The last winter apple
He shared with the little one,
A completely chilled finch!
But fairy tales,
Coloring books,
Long epics
With little jokes,
Sweet riddles
He shares with the kids
With girls, with boys!
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
Open up, board house,
Let the gnome come out cheerful!
Yunna Moritz
Father Frost is the most common secular Christmas symbol in the run-up to and during the Christmas holidays.
In Norway this fairy tale character often called simply "nisse".
The word "nisse" comes from the Norwegian name Nils, which in turn came from the name "Nicholas" or "Nikolaus".
Christmas Nissa is a gnome! Only if in our understanding gnomes are such little dirty tricks, then in Norway they are very kind and love animals.
In some Scandinavian countries - Norway, Finland, Sweden - there is a legend about Tomte or Nisse - small creatures that are something like brownies on farms. It is believed that they help people and are generally very positive, but if the farmer is sloppy and does not maintain the farm in good condition, then you can get the first number from Tomte. With the spread of Christianity in this region, these gnome-like creatures gradually turned into small Santa Clauses with corresponding powers.
Modern Tomte, called by many names including Jultomte, Julnisse, and Joulupukki, are similar to Santa Claus, but there are a number of differences. First of all, they are not so well-fed, in addition, despite the presence of a team, they do not fly with its help, but move on the ground. These Scandinavian Santa Clauses do not live at the North Pole, but in the one closest to locality forests (each has their own). And they don’t do chimney climbing, that is, they don’t fly into the chimney to put gifts in the socks hanging nearby, but just enter through the door when no one is looking.
Nissa is 15 cm tall, in a red cap with a tassel she is already 25! Nissas wear a national-style knitted sweater, vest, trousers and boots.
Their boots have a tricky pattern, so Nissas leave bird tracks in the snow.
If in the forest, especially near a farm, you see a chain of bird tracks, rest assured that Nissa passed through here.
Farmers still place a plate of rice porridge on the doorstep on Christmas Day, and may also add a new cap or sweater.
Let Nissa also have a holiday, then he will stop by more often, and the animals will be safe and healthy.
Artist - Trygve M. Davidsen
Trygve M. Davidsen (1895 - 1978) - Norwegian artist and illustrator.
He illustrated several books and painted beautiful postcards in watercolor, often with religious motifs or depicting gnomes and Norwegian nature.
Davidsen has published several books on drawing. He is represented by two works in the National Gallery in Oslo.
He also painted the altar in the Lykkja chapel.
The destruction of such ecosystems will have irreparable consequences for humans.
Huge areas of forest in the Carpathians are becoming bare, and this contributes to a catastrophic increase in floods. Over the past 4 years, it was the primeval forest that absolutely cannot be cut down, destroyed about 10 thousand hectares.
In pitch darkness, the TSN.Tizhden journalist went to where, as it turned out, it would be very wet, very cold and very difficult. But that will come later... For now, even in the dark, he notices oncoming loaded timber trucks. When it’s already dawn, you won’t see them every 10-15 minutes.
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Igor and Vasily are qualified specialists in forestry and experts in the Forest Watch project at the famous World Wide Fund for Nature. We exchange radios, wrap ourselves in raincoats and begin our climb into the Carpathian highlands. To the point we need, it’s about ten kilometers through thickets, steep slopes and mud.
And the closer you get to the goal, the more often you have to look back. Only not on the landscapes, but on the sides.
This forest has its own secrets. If you know the details it becomes really creepy. Those who protect these secrets do not like such strangers too much. Vasily conducted countless inspections of logging sites in the Carpathians. And now he’s not just excited. The driver of our group was left alone at the foot of the mountain. Therefore, he insists on his almost espionage plan: “We adhere to the legend that we are going to the monastery.”
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We didn’t convince with this tale, but at least we confused those who did find us in our tracks. This, as Mr. Vasily will explain, is forest protection. She knows from experience who she can really protect. Their SUV will stop us twice more.
We have to walk extra kilometers through the bush to cover our tracks a little. And before we have time to tear ourselves away from some men, we ourselves run into others. The forest is being cut by people in robes.
Before going to the mountains, back in Kyiv, I explored this treasure map. These are areas with unique ancient forest and old trees. They are hundreds of years old. These forests have never heard the sound of a chainsaw. Everything grows with them and lives according to the laws wildlife. It has formed its own natural world. From the smallest blade of grass and bird to the Carpathian bear and lynx. These saws don't kill trees, they kill the whole world. For a person this will not go unpunished either.
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Such unique forests in Europe exist only in neighboring Romania and here, in the highlands of Transcarpathia and Bukovina. Last year, President Poroshenko signed the Law on the Protection of Primary Forests and Old-Growth Trees. According to the document, it is strictly forbidden to cut down such forests. Human intervention is kept to a minimum: tourist walks and research by scientists. But this is only on paper.
After getting lost in the tracks of the forest guards and meeting with monastic lumberjacks, we finally reached the desired point.
“Now we are standing on the verge of one of the fellings... there are clamps... there is a mark of withdrawal... this is the limit of one of the fellings. Which, by all indications, is a clearcut. If it is a clearcut, it doesn’t matter what kind - trees must be marked with a category of technical suitability. On one of these trees the category of technical suitability is not marked. This means that these trees are not taken into account. And they are cut down illegally. The tree was cut down, but according to the documentation it is not there," explains the project expert on forestry questions WWF "Forest Guard" Vasily Gavrilyuk.
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However, there is no crime because “lumberjacks in law” worked.
“There is manipulation of information here. The State Forestry Agency from Kyiv asks the local forestry enterprises not to cut down. But the forestry enterprises do not listen and cut down,” says Dmitry Karabchuk, coordinator of the WWF “Forest Guard” project.
The Primary Forest and Old-Growth Tree Protection Act has been in effect for over a year. And for the same amount of time, such structures as the State Forestry Agency and the Ministry of Ecology did not officially approve the sites that the law should protect. Although the project specialists at the World Wide Fund for Nature did it for them. And the most that the state has done is to impose a moratorium on deforestation. But the moratorium is not an order or a requirement, but only a request not to cut down the unique forest.
“The most dangerous thing is that these huge areas of forest in the Carpathians are exposed, and this contributes to an increase in catastrophic floods. There is an increased danger that the soil on this mountain, under certain conditions, can completely slide down,” explains Karabchuk.
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This is only a tiny part of the catastrophic consequences. But the most obvious one. During our multi-day expedition in the Carpathians, I saw a whole list of both minor and flagrant violations during deforestation.
“Skidding in mountainous conditions with tracked vehicles is prohibited, since such equipment leads to soil destruction,” says Vasily, an activist of the Forest Guard.
There is a law that should stop this, but only on paper. And the moratorium, which prohibits the cutting down of virgin forest, seems to have only provoked loggers to cut off as much of the unique forest as quickly as possible while there is a loophole in the legislation. At the sites in Transcarpathia and Bukovina, where we visited, there were special lumberjack tickets everywhere to cut down trees. That is, the law is both broken and not broken at the same time...
Officials in high offices, it seems, should bear responsibility, because since the beginning of the moratorium, more than 500 hectares of unique forest have been officially cut down, and I must say killed. Neither the State Forestry Agency nor the Ministry of Ecology have regulated the banal formality of defining the already defined boundaries of precious forests. It is impossible to call this daring plan simple negligence, because we are talking about irreparable consequences for the entire country.
Even the UNESCO World Heritage status does not protect the beech forests of the Carpathians from loggers. You and your children will never be able to see there again pristine nature. Because they simply steal it from you.
Andrey Orlyak, Roman Sizchenko, Igor Suliy
Video
TSN.Tizhnya journalists investigated large-scale deforestation of unique forests. They are being exterminated, despite a special law and a moratorium. According to forest defenders, since the beginning of the moratorium on cutting down primary forest, more than 500 hectares have been cut down, and over the past 5 years - more than 10,000 hectares.
Part 1
LITERARY CRUISE
(“Amazing adventures on the liner “J. Moritz”” TO THE 70TH ANNIVERSARY OF J. P. MORITZ)
Tasks:
To teach how to perceive a poetic work by ear.
Teach children to feel the rhythm of poetic works.
Learn to see how the author relates to what he talks about in the work.
Book exhibition “Uncompromising talent”, travel map
Characters:
Presenter, Captain - librarians
Girl
Dwarf, Squirrel, Frog, Cat, Old Lady - children or adults.
Leading: We welcome you aboard the ocean liner Junna Moritz. Let me introduce you to the captain of our ship... We are setting off on a literary cruise across a sea of wonderful poetry. They were written by the man whose name the ship bears: our voyage is dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the birth of Yunna Petrovna Moritz. Extraordinary encounters, amazing adventures and... surprises for those who are not afraid of difficulties await you! We will introduce you to all the sights that we will meet along the way.
Leading: Full speed ahead! We are heading out to the open sea.
The song “Full speed ahead!” (Music by G. Gladkova, lyrics by A. Aronova).
Leading: And now the island “Yunna” is already visible. It appeared on the map in 1937. Perhaps one of the passengers has already been to this island and can tell about it? (Children's answers)
Then we ask you, dear captain, to tell the story about such a mysterious island.
Captain: Yes, this island appeared in 1937, when a girl named Yunna was born. Well, now Yunna Petrovna Moritz.
She spent her pre-war childhood in Kyiv. In the family where Yunna was raised, education was valued: her father had 2 diplomas (an engineer and a lawyer); my mother received a classical education at the gymnasium, knew literature well, and drew wonderfully. The daughter’s extraordinary creative abilities developed thanks to the fact that her mother introduced her to the world of artistic culture. The war has begun. The war found the family in Kyiv. Four-year-old Yunna began to compose poems “out of fear” in a world where bombs were falling, a trainload of refugees was burning, and where the basement where ice cream used to be stored became home. Tuberculosis dulled the constant feeling of hunger, but awakened the imagination. Stuttering and a strong tic did not allow Yunna to go to kindergarten and separated her from her peers. She was talking to a spoon wrapped in a rag: the spoon was no longer an object reminiscent of food, but something else, a doll from an imaginary children's paradise. At the age of 6-7, she went to the hospital, read poetry to the wounded, and wrote letters to the front. It was a serious, adult matter and at the same time a game that changed an unpleasant world. She always studied well: both at school (gold medalist) and at Kiev University (excellent student). I started writing poems for children in connection with the birth of my son. Many poems were set to music and became songs popular among children and adults.
Leading: Thank you for your story, dear captain. Our journey continues. Now we are approaching the island of “Old Daisies”. Look, a girl meets us here.
Girl: Hello guys! Look how many daisies I picked in the clearing. On my island they are all different and unusual. ( Addresses children) Would you guys like us to pick daisies together? It's very easy to do.
( The girl hands out pre-prepared white sheets of paper to the children. And teaches children how to fold l from paper 
chamomile petals. All petals are joined into one flower.)
Girl: Probably, when Yunna Moritz was little, she also collected these amazing flowers. And as an adult, she wrote the following lines:
Reads the poem "White Daisies"
Hug daisy
white chamomile,
And they stand in an embrace -
Heart wide open!
Summer girlfriends
White daisies,
Forest fairies to you
Weaved shirts -
They are not afraid of the storm,
Dusty swirl,
They don't need washing
Ironing and ironing.
Then the wind came rushing,
Dust sighed heavily,
But she remained white
Chamomile shirt.
Here comes the rain,
The bird has become wet,
But it remained dry
Chamomile shirt.
And again chamomile
Hug a chamomile
And they stand in an embrace -
Heart wide open!
Leading: How accurately everything is noted. Yunna had to watch the flowers for many days.
Captain: Thank you, dear child! It's time for us, the ship is heading for the Merry Dwarves archipelago.
The song “Let the water throw us” sounds (Music by G. Gladkov, lyrics by V. Levin)
Dwarf: Hello, dear guests! You are welcome to my amazing house, designed by the amazing poetess Yuna Moritz.
Reads the poem “The gnome’s house, the gnome is at home!”
He feeds the squirrels pine cones,
Sits down at the table with bears,
With fluffy bunnies
Yes, with little mice!
He shares toys
With chattering cuckoos,
With raccoons and woodpeckers,
With an owl covered in patlas!
He shares nuts
With roe deer, with deer,
With painstaking moles,
With funny beavers.
The last winter apple
He shared with the little one,
A completely chilled finch!
But fairy tales,
Coloring books,
Long epics
With little jokes,
Sweet riddles
He shares with the kids
With girls, with boys!
There is a plank house in the forest, the house of a gnome!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it, the gnome is at home!
Open up, board house,
Let the gnome come out cheerful!
In a crimson hat, he walked like rubber
Pointy ears, pillows on paws,
Sleeps in a basket, crimson... (“Crimson cat”)
I'm green like grass
He takes the cart to such places,
When they were like me. ("Favorite Pony")
Captain: Thank you gnome for your hospitality. It's time for us to hit the road. Quiet move! The quietest move! Straight ahead is the Belichiy continent.
Verse 2 from the song “Full speed ahead!” (Music by G. Gladkova, lyrics by A. Aronova).
Squirrel: Welcome, dear guests! Welcome!
Reads the poem “Come and visit!”
The squirrel's house is clean,
The children washed the dishes
The trash was swept into the yard,
They knocked out the carpet with a stick.
The postman knocked -
Noble old Elephant,
He wiped his feet on the mat:
Sign for “Murzilka”! –
Holds out a twig
Shows the box:
Write small
“Got a squirrel.”
Who else is knocking on doors?
These are midges, birds, animals!
Wipe your feet
Dear babies!
Come in and sit down!
After all, there are, by the way,
Pigs are very polite.
It all comes not from nutrition, but from education!
Squirrel: I'm a very polite squirrel. Do you guys know polite words? Let's check it now. Listen and answer in unison.
Game “Say the Word”
Getting out of bed, is it difficult to say to mom... (good morning)
If you meet friends during the day, don’t be too lazy to tell them... (good afternoon)
Well, in the evening when we meet we can say.....(good evening)
The boy is polite and developed and says when meeting... (hello)
When leaving when parting, we’ll say goodbye... (goodbye)
And let’s go to bed to sleep, then we must tell everyone... (good night)
If they give you something, I need to tell you... (thank you)
If you offended someone in a prank, you must say..... (please forgive me)
Squirrel: Well done! Come visit me on your way back!
Captain: Goodbye squirrel! Give up the mooring lines! Let's hit the road! Ocean liner slowly approaching the bay of the Merry Little Frogs.
Verse 2 of the song “Let the water throw us” sounds (Music by G. Gladkov, lyrics by V. Levin)
Frog: Kwa-kwa, ours for you. In my kingdom, I have the highest qualification for cheerfulness.
Reads the poem "Merry Frog"
A cheerful frog lived in one river,
Her hut was upside down, bre-ke-ke!
The hut did not stand, but floated upside down,
But this did not change the frog's affairs!
She danced in a green sundress, para-pam!
The sad frogs languished and suffered,
They sobbed into the green pillows, qua-qua.
And the sad frogs never saw happiness!
They turned out to be sad old ladies.
They mutter sadly and moan in the distance:
Kwa-kwa. It ached for the rain
In the back, in the leg, in the hand...
And the cheerful old lady, the cheerful Frog,
As soon as he remembers what happened, -
Laughs, bre-ke-ke!
She played the accordion with both hands,
She was banging the drum with both feet!
The hut was tumbling, the frog was having fun,
She danced in a green sundress, para-pam!
Frog: What do I really love to do?
Of course, dance. Let's Dance.
Frog: Kwa-kwa, wonderful! And I also love to sing! Do you guys like it? Then let's play the Guess the Song game. And the songs will sound based on the poems of Yu. Moritz. Based on one or two lines to the song, guess which one they are talking about.
« A lot of people think they can fly:
« Big horse secret"
“A dog can only bite because it lives as a dog”
« Under a sad moo, under a cheerful growl,
"Big secret for a small company"
« The pony has long bangs made of delicate silk"
Captain: It's time for us to hit the road, happy frog. Goodbye. Ahead is "Cat Cape".
The 3rd verse to the song “Full speed ahead!” (Music by G. Gladkova, lyrics by A. Aronova).
Cat: Meow-meow, pur-pur-pur! What a surprise! Guests! Amazing! We have a lot of cats on the Cape. What do you know about cats? A little bit of everything, perhaps? And I’m not a simple cat, but a crimson one.
Reads the poem "Crimson Cat"
Martha had a basket in the kitchen,
In which the domestic cat was dozing.
The basket stood, and the cat dozed,
She dozed at the bottom, smiling in her sleep.
Marfuta sleepily went to the forester
With a basket where the cat slept on its side.
Marfuta didn't know that the cat was in a basket
The forester, pouring raspberries into a basket,
I got a little distracted with the chatty Marfuta.
The forester did not notice that the cat was in the basket
She dozed at the bottom, smiling in her sleep...
And the cat woke up and arched her back,
And I started trying wild raspberries.
No one noticed that the cat was in a basket
He giggles quietly and smacks his lips dashingly!
The forester brings a frying pan with mushrooms,
Marfuta kindly asks for breakfast.
The cat in the basket giggles at them -
He eats food for pleasure!
Marfuta ate butter for a year,
And the cat turned crimson from the berries.
A crimson beast on crimson paws, -
What a noble raspberry scent!
Marfuta comes up and sees in the basket
The smile of a mustachioed crimson cat.
There are no such things! - Marfuta said.
There are such things! - the cat told her
And proudly tied a crimson bow!
Cat: Guys, why did I turn crimson? I really like to play.
The game "Cat and Mice" is played
Oh, respected. Bon Voyage!
Captain: Be healthy, don't get sick, and catch mice faster. There is one more island left on the map. Forward!
Old lady: Arrived! Is my granddaughter among you? Can not see.
Reads the poem "The Hardworking Old Lady"
A lazy cat doesn't catch mice.
A lazy boy doesn't wash his ears.
A lazy mouse will not dig a hole.
The lazy boy doesn't like cleaning.
A lazy fly doesn't want to fly.
Tell the kind old lady what to do,
When they got started in the old woman's hut:
Lazy cat, lazy mouse,
And also the lazy sleepy fly
And with them in addition a lazy boy?
The old woman went hunting - for a cat!
She got used to it and catches mice little by little.
I dug a hole under the logs for my mouse,
She brought a bag of millet and a crust.
Then - for the boy! - starting cleaning
And quickly washed my ears for the boy,
The old lady took an interesting book,
Which I read in one gulp - for the boy!
Now - for the lazy, sleepy fly! –
The old lady spread her tender wings
And she flew off into the distance to visit her friend!
Oh, tomorrow the old lady will have to again
For a cat - to grab mice when hunting,
For a mouse - to fuss in a hole under a log.
How would they live in this lazy hut?
Wouldn't there be a lazy old woman on earth?
Old lady: I'm exhausted. Now you have to work hard.
Auction ( which poems belong to the pen of Yu. Moritz, and which do not)
"With and without glasses"
"Pot-bellied teapot"
"Crimson Cat"
"Favorite Pony"
" Mustachioed - Striped"
"Confusion"
"Rubber hedgehog"
"Pony"
Game "Say the Word"
Pony rides girls, pony rides boys,
Dad flies with a broom and sweeps the ceiling,
This is very interesting - why is the goat silent?
I'm lying on the grass, a hundred fantasies in my head.
A watermelon flies above the ground, it chirps and whistles:
I am mustard, I am lemon! I closed for... (renovation) "Laughing Confusion"
Leading: Well, good old lady, it’s time for us to hit the road! Thanks for the science. Goodbye!
Captain: Dear travelers, travel time has ended. We hope you enjoyed it. After all, Yu. P. Moritz wrote funny and kind poems for those who are able to preserve their childhood forever, who are ready to go on a journey across the sea of books with pleasure, like we do today. But what route you take is up to you. Think, choose, and most importantly, read more good books.
Literature:
Moritz Y. P. The dog can be a biter... / Artist. Belomlinsky. –M.: RIO “Samovar”, 1998.
Moritz Yu. P. Jump - play. / Artist. Kalaushina G. – M.: Publishing house. "Baby", 1978.
Moritz Yu. P. A big secret for a small company. // M.: Publishing house. "Baby", 1987.
Moritz Y. P. Pony. .../ Artist. Belomlinsky. –M.: RIO “Samovar”, 1998.
Moritz Yu. P. Bouquet of cats./ Artist. Zlatogorov G. – M.: Publishing house. "Martin", 1997.
part 1
Yunna Moritz
Cheerful gnome
(Gnome house, gnome house!)
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
He feeds the squirrels pine cones,
Sits down at the table with bears,
With fluffy bunnies
Yes with little mice!
He shares toys
With chattering cuckoos,
With raccoons and woodpeckers,
With an owl covered in patlas!
He shares nuts
With roe deer, with deer,
With painstaking moles,
With funny beavers.
The last winter apple
He shared with the little one,
A completely chilled finch!
But fairy tales,
Coloring books,
Long epics
With little jokes,
Sweet riddles
He shares with the kids
With girls, with boys!
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
Open up, board house,
Let the gnome come out cheerful!
Read by T. Zhukova
Yunna Petrovna (Pinkhusovna) Moritz (b. June 2, 1937, Kyiv), Russian poetess.
The poems of Yunna Petrovna Moritz have been translated into all major European languages, as well as Japanese, Turkish, and Chinese. Many songs have been written and performed based on her poems, for example “When We Were Young” by Sergei Nikitin. She writes a lot for children, ever since she published several poems in the magazine “Youth” (at that time Moritz was banned from publishing for independence and inflexibility in his work and was even expelled from the Gorky Literary Institute). Children's poems - kind, humorous and paradoxical - are immortalized in cartoons ("Rubber Hedgehog", "Big Secret for a Small Company", "Favorite Pony"). Yunna Moritz puts her thoughts not only in letters and lines, but also in graphics and painting, “which are not illustrations, they are such poems, in such a language.”
“Writing poetry is like climbing a mountain: with each step there is significant experience, more perfect skill. Another effort - and the height is taken!.. The height is taken, but the fact is that true poetry begins precisely after this, it begins with soaring, with magic, and this is a secret accessible to few. Junna Moritz was lucky: she discovered magical land, didn’t make it up, but discovered it. She populated it with living inhabitants, not fairy tales, but living ones.
Yunna Moritz discovered a new magical land. Here everything is fair, kind, loving and full of correspondence between one another: the music could not be different, and it is probably impossible to read and sing these poems differently.
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