On holidays on the streets
In the hands of the Death
Burn, overflow
Balloons.

Different different
Blue
Red
Yellow,
Green
Balloons!

Very love balls
Guys these days
Everyone for the go
They are tied.

Different different
Blue
Red
Yellow,
Green
Balloons!

Here's the demonstration
They fly, light,
As if the sky broke out in the sky
Colored lights.

Different different
Blue
Red
Yellow,
Green
Color lights!

My faithful chizh
(I.Akakim)

Outside the sun from behind the roofs -
And on my bed
Sitsy chizh,
My faithful chiz:
- Chiv-Chive, what,
What are you sleeping
Chiv-Chive, it's time to get up,
Chiv-Chive! .. -
And I no longer sleep,
Strenel bed
Chizhu I feed -
In the feeder sueple cannal.

And he pecks
Sings
I don't give me cool:
— Chiv-Chive, Pei tea,
Chiv-Chive, it's time!
Where is the set?
— Behind the back!-
Running the stairs!
Hooray!
My Chizh flies with me.
I turn the street.

— Do not hurry, - whisper I can
Well, fly!
Green light! -
Guys scream to us:
- Hello!

A minute before the call.
I say I:
- Until!
Let's fly home!

He makes a farewell circle,
My faithful chiz
My nice friend
My boyfriend is my friend.

I often think about it.
And he, look sad.
In greater change, day,
I know, arrive.

— Hello, Chiv-Chive,
I'm here, I am alive
I'm looking for a long time! -
And I'm in response to him: "Chiv-Chive" -
Quietly seek.

And on the shoulder
Let me sit down
I ask:
— Why are you silent?
I am glad,
What are you in the world
A friend of mine,

My faithful chiz!

Clouds
(I.Akakim)

Cloud behind the cloud
In the sky chased -
Behind the cloud boat
Cloud-elk.

Elk walks Khodko,
Does not want to fall behind
But the boat horns
Can't get.

And the wind drives, drives away
Pouring clouds,
Then with the wave touched,
It moves slightly.

Became smaller boat,
Elk stretched.
And from moose cloud
Suddenly came off.

Where is the jumper?
Forget about him.
Wrapped cloud
Growing a horse.

And behind him baby -
White foal.
That's what cavalry
Now the boat is chased!

And the wind is in the forest
Rose
And grew by the boat
Sail.

Catch up, ruins,
Boat twisted ...

I'm lying at the river,
I look out of hand,
And they run me
In the sky clouds.

I am writing a letter
(Ya. Akim)

And the sheet in the envelope is clean,
There is no letters or lines.
Smells in autumn leaves -
With a tree, fallen leaf.

Only your address yes name
I'll write on the envelope
Blue drawer I will find out
His leaflets omit.

You will get my letter
And you will be happy to you -
Live in the world is much better
If a friend remembered a friend.

Immediately I write a response!
And ink cum -
Just pyryshko put
That the tit church.

Jaddah
(Ya. Akim)

Who is holding
His candy
In a fist
To eat it
Secret from all
In the corner

Who, going out into the courtyard
Nobody from neighbors
Will not give
Ride
On vessello Si Peda

Who chalk
Rubber
Anything idle
In class
With no one
For nothing
e shared -

The name is
Suitable Dadeno,
Not even a name
And nickname:
Jergy!

Zhadin
I don't care about
I do not ask.
I'm on a visit
I will not invite.

Will not come out of theory
Good friend
Even buddy
Will you call him.

Therefore -
Honestly guys, I will say -
With greedy
I never
I am not friends!

I am having fun!
(Ya. Akim)

Broom's apples,
I am fun
I am fun
I'll jump on horse!

Broom's apples,
Swirl leuke
I will fly the swirl
Where will I want!

Broom's apples,
My horse is tired,
My horse is tired
And gallopped stopped.

Broom's apples,
Where z water
Where water is water
With key water?

My horse yes i
Got drunk out of the stream
Further in a hurry
My song.

Broom's apples,
Broom's apples,
Rocking fun
My song!

Friend
(I.Akakim)

Friend left far.
I'm not easy for me.

The day passed
Then a week.
Three weeks
Flew.
In summer - rain,
Winter - blizzard.
Very boring me
Without a friend.

Soon the year will pass ...

I will not get better
I can not live without a friend.
Brush with soap bag
And to the station run.

On the field
Yes, on the forest
To morning
Train.

Express train:
"Knock Knock,
Where are you, where are you
Friend friend?"

Easy
Slowly crawling -
PERSONING
On the plane.

I'm flying,
I scream
I sing on the fly:
"Quick" TU ",
Strong "that"
Collect the height! "

Seli.

A-E-RO-WA Hall.
(Word is very long!)
Run through the hall,
I jump into the car I.

Red light.
Patience no!
Let me
Green light!

Stop, machine,
Here he is house
With blue windows.
Ploy in the window,
I will take enough lucky.

Otter legs
On the threshold

Loudly in the door.
- Open soon! - shout.

Friend came out
And I'm silent.

I hurried to him on foot,
I ran to him run
The train rocked,
On the car rushed,
Even flew in the sky -
I wanted him
So much I wanted ...
I forgot everything!

About donkey
(Ya. Akim)

On Moscow Street
Roasted hoofs.
Everywhere surprised
Laughing faces:

"Donkey! Owl!
Sharing, donkey! "

But I am with this donkey
Not the first year sign
It takes on the cart
Bidones with milk.

Donkey? Donkey.
Well, of course, the donkey.

His, to the Great Joy
Moscow defensive
Sent for kindergartens
From hot buhara.

Owl! Owl!
Real donkey!

And here on the intersection he.
Without looking at the ban,
Stubborn and thoughtfully
Warm on red light.

Owl! Owl!
Here is a stubborn donkey!

Mribnoth forest
(Ya. Akim)

In the forest mushroom you call
Quiet in the morning of autumn.
See, under the feet of foliage
We threw trees.

It was summer and passed,
Sound, burning.
And now in the forest light,
Stricter and calmer.

Only protein in sight -
All corners of the
Vitamin food
Space for winter.

Under the trunks of two oaks
Sawn a little.
Bring home mushrooms
Full lukoshko.

Shuba
(Ya. Akim)

The fur coat was bought in the summer
Mom says:
- Example
You will be dressed for winter
Like a forest shaggy beast!

I try on a shirt
Hot Heap Fur -
And as if dive
In the stove right with your head.

— Yes, - Mom sighed sad, -
Not far even for now.
I have a feeling,
Son's fur coat is great.

— No, - said the saleswoman, -
Long until winter
In the first grade let's go to learn
We manage to grow up!

And your eyes are not believing
I come to the mirrors:
I see there a big beast,
And I do not find yourself.

First snow
(Ya. Akim)

In the morning of the cat
Printed on the paws
First snow!
First snow!

He has
Taste and smell,
First snow!
First snow!

He is spinning
Easy,
New,
At the guys above your head

He managed
Pooch shawl
Disseminate
On the pavement;

He whites
Along the fences
Burned on the lantern.

So soon
Very soon
Fly Salazki
From the slide.

So it will be possible
Again
Build a fortress
In the courtyard!

Where do you go, autumn!
(Ya. Akim)

Autumn rainy
Straight I sleep and see:
On snow khrinyshma
From a hill, skiing!

And in winter Lutto
In the evening, in frost
I remember the yard of spring,
Leaf birch.

From the April Pudssa
I am waiting for me, I will not wait -
Roll on summer,
The river is bottling.

- Where do you go, autumn? -
In August I will ask
Because to school
I have a hurry to friends.

Calendar of poetry

Text: Dmitry Shevarov
14.03.2013, 00:08

Treplet wind outside the window
Tree without leaves,
Sparrow sits on it,
Pries cleaned.

I will see on the sparrow -
Fun swinging!
I understand he and I,
That winter ends.
Yakov Akim

"Now is the time to say about Jacob Akim. Unusual fate ..." This is from the article Yuri Koval, published in the "Literary" quarter a century ago.

Akim was born in Galich. Recently, a children's library in this cozy ancient city Carries his name. By the way, the library worked at the mother of the future poet. Since 1933, the family lived in Moscow. In July 1941, the Father, a talented mechanic and musician died. 17-year-old Yasha tired mother with younger brother in evacuation, in Ulyanovsk. From there went to the army, I studied at the School of Summary, then fought in the Voronezh and Stalingrad Fronts.

... with everyone pushed together
And, as they knew how, fought,
And frozen in the snow.

Returned home in 1946. He studied, worked, and in the evenings, poems and fairy tales for the daughter of Ira wrote. Probably, thanks to her and S. Ya. Marshak, who supported his first experiments, Akim and became a children's poet.

As it turned out, a very few children's poets came out of the generation of Frontovikov. And this is understandable: the war, like a vulture, pulls out of the soul primarily childhood.

Akima remained in the soul of the boy. Like any miracle, it is inexplicable.

Where the snow laying lies
And pulls
Fully wet
Aukute geese standing ...
So strange that I am still alive.

Of course, this poem is not for children, but for adults. Yuri Koval wrote on these verses, I wrote a song and sang it wonderful. Jacob Akim once supported Jura in his entry into the literature; They were firmly friendly, although the difference in the age of them is a quarter of a century.

Ten years ago, Jacob Akim spoke before children in his native Galich. One boy asked him: "Tell me, do you have a hobby?" "My hobby is to be friends," answered Akim.

Friendship for him is the most important thing in the world, and he writes about it for children, and for adults. Here are rows from the poem dedicated to Viktor Dragunsky:

That we live with you
Will not know the century,
We just deserve
Friends yes clouds ...

I want to bring an excerpt from another "adult" poem Yakov Akim. It is written more than half a century ago on a completely specific occasion: then the innocent convicts were returned from the camps, and many of them were nowhere to go, because they lost her shelter and relatives. And so many years have passed, there is a completely different era on the courtyard, and the poem of Akim seems written today.

He came out.
Ridiculous, obscure,
It's like a fairytale,
Waking up from sleep.
He learned that in the kingdom
Heaven
Wife is serving his term
What's in this
Calculating world
Covered with crust of hearts
He is needed
as in a close apartment
Forgotten tenants for a long time.
And again Sanov Bar
He does not allow forward
And again my state
The guilt does not take.

This year, the poet Yakov Akim marks the 90 years.

..
He guys is not a coward
Just - careful.

Where did the spike grew?
From one grain.
Where does the voice be heard?
From our window.

Where did the boy come from?
He came out of the door.
Where did the finger get out?
From my mitten.

Me today
As a gift
Kony brought
Grieving
Until the earth.

All day I.
From horse
Did not go away
On wheels walk
Disabled.

They say it's dark
They say it is necessary to sleep.
Without a horse
I do not lie
In bed.

Mother said:
- Son,
You forgot to hollow:
After all, horses
Sleep on the legs!

I am me
Hugging
With your favorite horse.
Maybe both we
Standing
Let's fall

Horse must be
Asleep.
I dereg
Only Sam
Turtle
I can not.

I then
Behind the bridle
Konya tied
And, in bed closed,
Said:
- Good night,
horse!

Treplet wind outside the window
Tree without leaves,
Sparrow sits on it,
Pries cleaned.

I will see on the sparrow
Fun swinging!
Understand he and me
That winter ends.

Flood, ice rose,
On the river Izba sails.

Sunday spilled
Our river Grozny
Fucking and rushed
Collomic mill.

Khodko Mill sails,
On the porch cock sings.

Rides the shore in the saddle
For a fuzzy miller.
Caught in another village
Only on Monday!

Song from window

Dad after work tired
And so I got the violin.
We love an old song one,
Because she is about spring.



And the land under the grass of heat. "
Here and mother with a guitar goes,
Let it play and sleep,
What about what is my boyfriend,
I would listen to her whole day!
I'm harmonic
Soft rag dust sotra,
I play a little on this harmonica
And even the motive is not Soviet.
The younger brother hurried after me
Forks smashed calling.
I see a black back of the head and the cloves of the forks.
Oh, quieter, completely stunned!
Look, the crowd by the window
Seen, our music is heard,
People stay with her and do not part,
They also need a song:
"Ah, Spring, do not play with us in hide and seek!
We know that everything is in order,
That green grass has already grown
And the land under the grass of heat. "

Belchonok

Harmonist Vanya
Manual Belchonok lived.
He jumped on the sofa,
With kittens were friends.

On the room rushed
Shaggy wolf
And with the ceiling mowed
On a bowl with milk.

Came from work Vanya
The tenant has disappeared.
I was looking for in the closet, in Chulana
Dragled the bobcon in the forest.

Ivan looks into the window:
License is not easy.
Got his harmonica
And stretched fur.

But somehow the syplo breathes
Singing harmonic
And suddenly from there redhead
Fire brew!

BELICHON! Well and comedian!
In furs a breatht
Deciding that this is a house,
Where quiet and warm.

I came
In a rustic warm house.
Snow crunches,
Frost crooked
Outside the window.

Only villages
Seagull get drunk
I hear suddenly
On the glass knocks the tit:
Knock-card!

I am a feeder
Out of ski mask,
Syploga,
- Budget, - I say.

And Sinitsa
Not similar to the siniz
Not stick
Treats other birds.

Flew
Sparrow Da Snegiri
And the tit awaits:
- on, take!

Well lived!
In the morning I got up
And your girlfriend
Immediately
Learned.

Although in winter in birds
Exchange
Appetite,
Sply the crumb
And the window looks to me.

Quickly end
Short vacation mine.
SPRED
With a warm home
And home.

Crowded in the city
Machines, Cracked ...
How do you live there,
Pan
Without me?

Song gardener

So that the grain is sprouted
So that the trees bloomed,
Fall
Fall
All spacious
Earth.
Do not snooze
Hour short!
Speak
Day short!
Year short, century short
Spectacle! ..

There will be a new spring,
In the ground, throw seeds.
Collect
Collect
In the seed field.
Do not snooze
Hour short!
Speak
Day short!
Year short, century short
Spectacle! ..

Cloud behind the cloud
In the sky chased
Behind the cloud boat
Cloud-elk.

Elk walks Khodko,
Does not want to fall behind
But the boat horns
Can't get.

And the wind drives, drives away
Pouring clouds,
Then with the wave touched,
It moves slightly.

Became smaller boat,
Elk stretched.
And from moose cloud
Suddenly came off.

Where is the jumper?
Forget about him!
Wrapped cloud
Growing a horse.

And behind him child
White foal.
That's what cavalry
Now the boat is chased!

And the wind is in the forest
Rose
And grew by the boat
Sail.

Catch up, ruins,
Boat twisted ...
I'm lying at the river,
I look out of hand,
And they run me
In the sky clouds.

Boy and gardener

- Where are you running, boy?
- Dinner I go.
What are you doing, uncle?
- I work in the garden.
- How many pears you have and cherries! ..
- Yes, rich garden.
- Can I come to visit you?
- What, I will be glad
We invite both both
I and my hand.
Only, Chur, go to the gate,
Not through the fence!

The fur coat bought in the summer.
Mom says:
- Example
You will be dressed for winter
Like a forest shaggy beast!

I try on a shirt
Hot steak fur
And as if dive
In the stove right with your head.

- Yes, - Mom sighed sadly,
Not far even for now.
I have a feeling
Son's fur coat is great.

- No, - said the saleswoman,
Long until winter
In the first grade let's go to learn
We manage to grow up!

And, with her eyes, not believing,
I come to the mirrors:
I see there a big beast,
And I do not find yourself.

On the boat tiny, on yalik,
With one broken paddle
We are with another struggle, two small,
We went to the lake Thai.

Dream cherished, enviable
Float where fishermen
In the village, barely from here prominent
With the wonderful name "Bulls".

And the wind is shaved,
And bunny on the water glitter,
And the vertki yalk turned
Where did you want, where I wanted ...

Was a long day. And only in the evening
Barcas cried in the fog,
And fishermen widespread
Imbos, picked us.

And the struggle all sank from the sun,
Although it was quiet and dark.
And in the distance, on our street,
Mumin's window glowed.

Broadcast

Through River
Two logs.
A river
Not visible bottom.

Well, the bridge,
Bad luck!
I'm in a hurry,
To the village.

I whisper myself:
"Do not rub!"
Only anyway
I'm afraid.

Okay, I think
Log,
On the ground
It lies.

Just
In the grass lies,
Waiting for someone
Runs.

I thought,
And when
Spook
On the other shore it was found.

ARTIST

What was
Without paints and brushes
Fallen artist
From guests.

Whiskered,
Redhead
Barefoot
Chagall O.
On the forest road.

Looks
Flower not far away,
Flower
And a drop on the flower.

The artist sighed:
House paints,
And canvas
And the brushes are two bundles ...

Surely guests
Until morning
Will not be removed from the yard?

The sun was inclined
Below, below ...
He is lying in the grass,
Whiskered,
Redhead

Green forest is his bed.
Sorry no paints
Draw!

Ulit Snail,
You are not picked up:
From wicket to me
Cut four days.

Pike from autumn goes
One hundred fourteenth year.
Do not catch for lunch
I will live for another hundred years.

Night, probably.
In the window smoked glass.
Soon to school
And I do not sleep everything,
As it called.

With a side on the side turn
Life is not happy.
- Calculation of the Elephants -
My brother advises me.

Wait, I know
For strong sleep
One
Mine
Lacks
Elephant!

For rough ear
His belt.
I basket
To elephant back
Tear.

Bottom basket
I will fastened
Soft grass
Break
And I will go to the grass
With head.

Elephant went.
In silence
Charges are heard
Careful
Hard
Elephant legs.

Light hiding daylight
Jungle got up with a wall,
And basket
Swing
Together with me.

We left far.
I sail high.
I won't be back home.
Do not wake up ... Do not wake up ...
Until morning.

Only shepherd lost in the horn,
I came out on bass.
Caught a fish!

Silently sat down at the Kamysh
And threw slowly.
Caught a fish!

I'm sitting, sitting and two.
Where is the perch? Where is the roach?
Caught a fish!

Finally! Caught, friend!
Pulls fishing rod.
Caught a fish!

Perch in the air flashed
Slap! Dived ... and waited.
Walk, fish!

Like a white plane
Fish in blue sails.

Red ball-float
I could not bundle a fish.

In semi-silence
Ice floes melting on the wave.

Only this is not a river,
This is the sky, clouds.

It's a white plane
Fish in the blue sails.

Scarlet Ball might up
Red float hook.

Then not ice floes - clouds
Tait near the float.

I'm lying in a thick grass,
In the sky, shine blue.

Sky I turned over
In the sky almost drowned.

Yozh puffed and wrinkles:
- What am I to you, the cleaner?
The forest will not get
Keep clean!

Racoon summer for nothing
Teeth scalves in the sun.
Sobly on a hot day to
Who does not shoot fur coats!

Mushroom forest

In the forest mushroom you call
Quiet in the morning of autumn.
See, under the feet of foliage
We threw trees.

It was summer and passed,
Sound, burning.
And now in the forest light,
Stricter and calmer.

Only protein in positive
All corners of the
Vitamin food
Space for winter.

Under the trunks of two oaks
Sawn a little.
Bring home mushrooms
Full lukoshko.

WINDY DAY

You see how the wind is played with the foliage,
How does the trees choose in the grove?

Birch on the slope is narrowed like
And the wind by the side bypass.

And maybe the stroke chrop is
Doesn't want to play with annoying wind?

Birch of secrets does not trust everyone,
Friends and girlfriends herself chooses.

Yellow spontaneous leaf
Confused in blesses.
Sky Blue Loskutok
Wound in clouds.

Late sulfur dawn
In the field above ovin
There is no short-range
Cry crane.

Rain, rain
All day
Drum in a glass.
All the earth
All Earth
From water splash.

Howl, howl
Outside the window
Displeased wind.
Wants the door he to disrupt
With cream loops.

Wind, wind, no knock
In locked senses;
Let them burn in our oven
Hot lamps.

Hands stretch to heat
Stewed woven.
On the wall
And on the floor
Shadow dumped.

Going to me
Listen to fairy tale
At the fire!

Where do you go, autumn?

Autumn rainy
Straight I sleep and see:
On snow khrinyshma
From a hill, skiing!

And in winter lyout,
In the evening, in the frost,
I remember the yard of spring,
Leaf birch.

From the April Pudssa
I'm waiting for I will not wait
Roll on summer,
In the river jogging!

"Where do you go, autumn?"
In August I will ask
Because to school
I have a hurry to friends.

Song in the forest
FAIRY TALES
Song in the forest

Walked up a girl in the forest
We settle in the morning early.
He knocked Rosu
On berry meadow
Wreaths odorless plastic
Yes, strawberries ate ...
Walked up a girl in the forest
And slowly sang:

"Sight us, sunshine, Sveti!
Easy to live with you.
And even a song on the way
Himself goes.
From us for clouds clouds
Do not go, do not
And forest, and field, and river
Warmth and sun are happy.
Listen to my song:
Sveti from morning to night!

Yakov Lazarevich Akim

Yakov Akim was born on December 15, 1923 in a Jewish family in the city of Galich Kostroma region. Childhood spent in this quiet town helped Yakov subsequently write many poems.

His grandfather, Efraim Nafthalvich and Grandma Rachel Lazarevna, managed the brewing plant.

His father, Lazar Efraimovich Akim (1900-1941), worked as a mechanic at a machine-tractor station in Galich. For the mechanic, he played a violin very well.Mother, Faina Yakovlevna, worked as a librarian. Yakova was still the younger brother - Efraim.In the evenings, music often sounded music. Father played a violin, mother loved to sing, accompanying himself and Yakov with Efraim on the guitar or on Mandolin.

In 1933, Yakova's father was sent to the construction of machine-tractor stations in Ivanovo, and then was transferred to Moscow. The Great Patriotic War began. At the beginning of the war, the father was mobilized to the Red Army, served in the air defense of Moscow and died in 1941 during airborne raid.

Jacob Akim himself also fought on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War. He was the commander of the Department of the mortar division, participated in the Battle of Stalingrad.

In 1950 he graduated from three courses in the Moscow Institute of Thin chemical technologyAnd I decided to go to the literary work.

His poems have become willing to print in children's magazines, in the "Pioneer Pravda". Then they began to publish books in various children's publishing houses. In 1956, a selection of "adults" poems in the collection "Literary Moscow" appeared, as well as in the "Poetry Day". In the same year, Yakov took the Union of Writers. In addition to poems and fairy tales for children, quite often reprinted, Akim began to write - more for himself and friends - lyrics addressed to adheating and completely adult readers.

Jacob Akim gladly translated the poetry of the poets close to him in the spirit of poets, with many of them he firmly and for a long time became friends. Behind the book of selected translations for children "Hush to Friend" was awarded an honorary international diploma named after Andersen.

Yakov's younger brother, Ephraim Lazarevich, became scientists in the field of space ballistics, navigating spacecraft and planetology. There was a corresponding member of the Russian Academy of Sciences. Died on September 13, 2010 in Moscow.

Yakov Lazarevich Akim died on October 21, 2013. He was buried at the Trocerovsk cemetery.

Soap

Fragrant soap, white soap,
Soap looks dirty with smirk:
You would, dirty, remembered the soap -
Soap you finally laundered!

Where?

Where did the spike grew?
From one grain.

Where did the boy come from?
He came out of the door.

Where did the finger get out?
From my mitten.

Pike

Pike from autumn will go
One hundred fourteenth year.
We do not catch for lunch -
Will live for another hundred years.

Hedgehog

Yozh puffed and wrinkles:
- What am I to you, the cleaner?
The forest will not get
Keep clean!

Turkey

Turkey inflated with everyone
But be friends with him hardly.
Don't matter to turkey
You were not called!

Snail

Snail snail
You are not picked up:
From wicket to me
Cut up four days.

Apple

Apple ripe, red, sweet,
Apple cruste, with skin smooth.
I will break up the apple in half
Apple with your other in your own.

My faithful chizh.

Outside the sun from behind the roofs -
And on my bed
Sitsy chizh,
My faithful chiz:
- Chiv-Chive,
What do you sleep?
Chiv-Chive, it's time to get up,
Chiv-Chive! -
And I no longer sleep,
Strenel bed
Chizhu I feed -
In the feeder sueple cannal.

And he pecks
Sings
I don't give me cool:
- Chiv-Chive,
Drink the tea,
Chiv-Chive, it's time
Where is the set?
- Behind the back! -
Running along the stairs
Hooray!
My chizh flies for me.

I turn the street.
- Do not hurry, "I whisper I enter. -
Well, fly,
Green light!

Guys scream to us:
- Hello! -
Another minute before the call.
I say I:
- Until!
Let's fly home!

He makes a farewell circle,
My faithful chiz
My nice friend
My boyfriend is my friend.

I often think about it,
And he, sate, sadness,
In greater change, day,
I know, arrive.

- Hello, Chiv-Chive,
I'm here, I am alive
I'm looking for a long time! -
And I'm in response to him: - Chiv-Chive! -
Quietly seek.

And on the shoulder
Let me sit down
I ask:
- Why are you silent?

I am glad,
What are you in the world
A friend of mine,
My faithful chiz!

I am writing a letter

And the sheet in the envelope is clean,
There is no letters or lines.
Smells in autumn leaves -
With a tree, fallen leaf.

Only your address yes name
I'll write on the envelope
Blue drawer I will find out
I will log out your leaflets ...

You will get my letter
And you will be happy to:
Live in the world is much better
If a friend remembered a friend.

Immediately I write a response!
And ink cum -
Just pyryshko put
That the tit church.

Clouds

Cloud behind the cloud
In the sky chased -
Behind the cloud boat
Cloud-elk.

Elk walks Khodko,
Does not want to fall behind
But the boat horns
Can't get.

And the wind drives, drives away
Pouring clouds,
Then with the wave touched,
It moves slightly.

Became smaller boat,
Elk elk ...
And from moose cloud
Suddenly came off.

Where is the jumper?
Forget about him!
Wrapped cloud
Horseway,

For the horse of the child -
White foal.
That's what cavalry
Now the boat is chased!

And the wind is in the forest
Rose
And grew by the boat
Sail.

Catch up, ruins,
Boat twisted ...

I'm lying at the river,
And I look out of hand,
And they run me
In the sky clouds.

Elephants

Night, probably.
In the window smoked glass.
In the morning to school.
And I do not sleep everything,
As it called.

Then in the pillow bold,
Then yawning in a row ...
Calculate elephants -
And you will fall, they say.

Wait, I know -
For strong sleep
One
Mine
Lacks
Elephant!

... for rough ear
It takes it
I basket
To elephant back
Tear.
Bottom basket
I will fastened
Soft grass
Break
And I will go to the grass
With head.

Elephant went.
In silence
Charges are heard
Careful
Hard
Elephant legs.

Light hiding daylight
Jungle got up with a wall,
And basket
Swing
Together with me.
We left far.
I sail high.
I won't be back home.
Do not wake up ... Do not wake up ...
Until morning.

Jaddah

Who is holding
His candy
In a fist
To eat it
Secret from all
In the corner

Who, going out into the courtyard
Nobody from neighbors
Will not give a ride
On ve-Lo-Si-Peda

Who chalk
Rubber
Anything idle
In class
With no one
I will not share -
The name is
Suitable Dadeno,
Not even a name
And nickname:
Jergy!

Zhadin
I don't care about
I do not ask.
To visit me
Zhadin
I will not invite.

Will not come out of theory
Good friend
Even buddy
Will you call him.
Therefore -
Honestly guys, I will say -
With greedy
I never
I am not friends!