Quarters about the homeland for the garden. Children's poems about the Motherland

The patriotic spirit should be present in each citizen of the Great Power and Russia, as one of the greatest no exceptions. After all, patriotism is not just a word, it is patriotism that makes the country and its citizens great, with all the consequences. And the upbringing of this light feeling should begin with early childhood. And who is better than the poet can convey the feelings that he is experiencing to his homeland. Therefore, it is poems about their homeland very relevant at school age. We offer a small part of the poems about the Motherland in this section.

There is no native land (P. Voronneko)

Zhura-Zhura-Zhuravel!
He took place a hundred lands.
Took place, went around
Wings, legs noded.

We asked the crane:
- Where is the best land?-
He answered, fleeing:
- Better there is no native edge!

Motherland(T. Bokova)

Motherland - the word big, big!
May not happen in the light of miracles,
If you say this word with a soul

It fits exactly polimia:
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends.
City of the birthplace, native apartment,
Grandmother, school, kitten ... and me.

Sunny bunny in palm,
Lilac bush behind the window
And on the cheek of the mole -
This is also homeland.

Good morning! (Lordoners)

The sun rose over the mountain
The darkness of the night blurred
Meadow in colors, as painted ...
Good morning,
The edge of the native!

Noisy doors buried,
Birds early sank,
Walkling argue with silence ...
Good morning,
The edge of the native!

People went to work
Honey bees honey
In the sky, tuchci - not one ...
Good morning,
The edge of the native!

Main words (L. Olifirova)

In kindergarte found out
We are beautiful words.
They were read for the first time:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

Spring and summer fly.
Will be solar foliage.
Illuminated by a new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

The sun is gentle by us.
Pours blue sky.
Let always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!

That we call birth(V. Stepanov)

What do we call birthday?
House where we live with you
And birrors along which
Next to my mother we go.

What do we call birthday?
Field with a thin spike
Our holidays and songs,
Warm evening outside the window.

What do we call birthday?
All that in the heart we take
And under the sky blue-blue
Flag of Russia over the Kremlin.

Motherland(Z. Alexandrov)

If the word "homeland" says
Immediately in memory gets up
Old house, in the smorodine garden,
Thick poplar at the gate,

River Berezka-modes
And the chamomile hill ...
And others, probably remember
Your native Moscow courtyard.

In the puddles, the first boats,
Where recently there was a rink,
And a big neighbor factory
Loud, joyful beep.

Or steppe from makov red,
Golden virgin ...
Motherland is different,
But everyone has one!

Motherland (Tatyana Bokova)

Motherland is a big word, big!
May not happen in the light of miracles,
If you say this word with a soul
Deeper the seas it, above the skies!

It fits exactly polimia:
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends.
City of the birthplace, native apartment,
Grandmother, school, kitten ... and me.

Sunny bunny in palm,
Lilac bush behind the window
And on the cheek of the mole -
This is also homeland.

Where does the homeland begins? (M. Matusovsky)

Where does the homeland begins?
From the pictures in your letter,
With good and faithful comrades,
Living in the next yard.

Or maybe it starts
From that song that my mother sang.
With the fact that in any tests
We do not take away anyone.

Where does the homeland begins?
With a cherished bench at the gate.
With that birch itself, that in the field,
Under the wind leaning, grows.

Or maybe it starts
From Spring Skwort
And from this road country
Which is not visible to the end.

Where does the homeland begins?
From the windows burning away,
With old fatherly budenovka
That somewhere in the closet we found.

Or maybe it starts
From the knock of carriages
And from the oath, which in his youth
You brought her in her heart.
Where does the homeland begins? ..

White birch country

In the country birrozok
Sky light, childhood purity.
Birrozki sitz danced
In the green noise carry snow.

Birings Sunshine in the palms
Easily circle foliage rustle.
Always, in any bad weather
Worried, shines their soul.

Russian soul motherhood
And fine charms full.
Narodina * Everything gives a kin *.
With birch tear.

In winter, there are birch candles
And in thin veins, the pulse beats.
In the spring, running on notes,
The juice light opens the path.

Here is the summer red peaked,
And silk greenery rustle
Russia-Mother, cherished,
In the expanses, the joy does not rush.

Jamrina

Patriots of Russia

We are patriots of Russia,
Here is our homeland mother
In it, our pride and power,
Our great rhe.

Here our grandfathers fought
His life is not sparing
To foot ingen
Did not defile you.

To in the edges where Yesenin
Russian scope challenged
Ruschy Earth native
Dirty boot did not start.

Motherland is our holy,
Our Great Rus,
My heart giving you
In loyalty eternal swear

I. Butrimova

Malaya Motherland

Cute edge! As I have not been here for a long time.
And again, the mother turns the mother,
And again familiar smell of bread
I want to breathe infinitely.

Hut with simple decoration,
Where neither crystal and no carpets
The road to me this constancy
The cleanliness of not painted floors.

Over the pipe smoke spiral goes
Knocks are heard,
Lai friend from the booth is heard,
Ehu invaded dogs from other courtyards.

I will go to the pure field on the dawn,
Standing silently at the river.
Still a heart from the sweet pain:
Childhood bonds! How are you strong!

My soul again disaster I,
Inxiously charming
Rustic disaster were
Where grass with crystal dew.

Motherland, that little is called,
To the edges filled with longing,
Quiet pain in the heart is given,
Although I have long been a resident of urban.

And again I will reproach myself,
The oath of the ladies, which will soon come back.
Homeland from the edge and to the edge,
You are forever the road to me, Rus!

Vasilkova Rus

Oh you rus my cornflower
Cute heart, new song.
Ripe ear you decorated
Rus cheerful, reckless.

It is not a mend with the Investers:
Kohl is not loved, it does not bother.
Will not take your collar in full.
Songs Russian heart road.

How much rus I had to draw
In big war fight, stand out.
Raisted, raised again
The work of your sons, daughters love.

Oh, you are my Russia, Rus-Stradalitsa.
Maybe enough for us to live - to peel?
Forget your sad songs,
After all, you are your Russian children.

Russian call is called

I do not need a glitter of diamonds,
Pearls, Gold Parcers,
Let the rhinestones in his pocket
There would be bread, bags in the oven.

Rus native all is more expensive!
Noise birch and poplar
And rogazh clothes
Slop "Petrovsky" ships.

Russian laryrshen outfits,
Delle Clay
Rustic rituals
And the wovers from the keys.

Kindness from Russian fairy tales,
The power of "three heroes",
Running "Mokhnatny Savrai"
And the horror lips.

I am proud of victory glory
And soldiers and sailors,
For victory was the main thing -
Beat and drive your enemies.

Won! Spend!
Rus and the world and the same proud!
Walked around the earth with battles
Our Russian Sons.

All in the history of Russia
Close to my heart
In it I live under the sky blue,
Russian woman is called!

A. Zruenko

It's all calling Russia

Fields running roads
Catching the edge of heaven.
As a teacher: old, strict
Slied the autumn forest.

Yellow-red cape
He does not put on in any way.
Wind leaves cuts razor
And breaks, just like that.

Here is the chapel on the edge
Wooden stands.
Nearby - a few huts:
Old Believers Ancient Skit.

Who said that the outstand?
Who said that old man?
It's all - calling Russia.
And she has one!

Rus

Gilded eyes
His guilty looks Russia.
Rus Great, Holy
I pray all my life for it.

Here with raspberry dawn
The wind slept in rye,
He is cross, student in summer
Meet the sun hurried.

Early in the morning I will go out in the field:
Dews fall into the grass,
Smells of herbs-expathed,
I live this smell!

Oh, you, my dear Rus,
Sky with rainbow-arc
You from the edge and to the edge
Was the heart of the road!

E. Rosschka

An immense country

If long for a long time
On the plane we fly,
If long for a long time
On Russia to watch us.
Then we will see then
And forests, and cities,
Ocean spaces
River ribbons, lakes, mountains ...

We will see the distance without the edge,
Tundra, where spring rings.
And then understand what
Our homeland is big,
An immense country.

T. Side

Motherland yours

There are sacred borders on earth,
But the border the soldiers are not on them.
Through the boundaries, wheat runs.
They are standing in the climbing apple tree.

You will pass them and you will not even notice
What you came to another land.
On all the ways of friends are good
From Kislakov, Stanitsa, from the distant villages ...

N. Dorizo

Rus is infrequent .. The edge of birch.

Horizon endless distance
My side, the roof of the native,
You soak my, sadness and sadness,
Offended, moderate proud.

No anywhere in the world of that beauty
I admire you, my homeland,
Smells of cherry thick gardens,
Apricots and currants.

I will hit the spring water
I will go out in the field where the grasses are not bevelled
And inhale the aroma of the residues,
The warm summer is slightly shipped.

You brought my sons,
How many of them, amazing geniuses ..
I'll post you all
Before mom, no doubt.

Do not break, I will say from the heart: -
You are wonderful spring gold
I'll go to you everywhere
Rus Bescraine .. Barzovy ...

V. Zadorozhnaya

My Great Rus

Russian field,
The smell of wormwood
Whispering Kovyl
For the river in the valley.

Mac blows away
Purple spots.
Hill covers
Color sunsets.

Mother Rus,
You are my immense,
You nobody never
Incomprehensible.

How great yours
Rivers and mountains
And infinite
Native expanses.

Sun you
Heats otherwise.
Time flows in Russia,
Horses jump.

Willow are leaning
Oriole crying.
Rye spiped
Everything is so not different.

Somewhere the church
Stands on the hillock.
Cuckoo dugs
In the forest on the backyards.

Sky rigs
Rassed thunder,
So it does not happen anywhere
Only at home.

S. Kotsenko

Russian birch

Cute edge of birrors of Russians,
White, young,
In spring light green,
And in the autumn of the devoted.

All Russia is decorated
Up to northeoth.
Them and storms do not break
And the frost does not take them.

In distant countries, in a foreign land,
Each Russian man
About birch remembers
Will not forget them forever.

In white dresses of elegant,
As a bride under a crown
They took the whole of Russia
Golden Ring.

And in birch sits,
How Yesenin said
Not in vain all of Russia

I. Butrimova

My little homeland

Quiet street in the middle of the village
Wooden house, a number of poplar.
Two bushes of lilac,
Cherry under the window.
I spent my childhood here
With Mother, Father.
Ran fishing
Mushrooms went,
At the fire in the night
Komarov fed ...
I often remember
I am cute places
Childhood carefree,
My mother, father.
Two bushes of lilac,
Cherry under the window
And friends-comrades
In that village, native ...
All that the heart is expensive -
In memory storage.
Little Motherland
I remember and love.

E. Arsenina

Under the knock wheel

Russia, Russia ... Explosors without edge.
And clouds, and rain charged in the morning.
In the lumens, the burning disk drows,
Like a flame on the coals of a large fire.

There is a distant forest with an inside outline.
Here - the closest green bubber bushes.
Green Plesa Over the Horizon
And on the night diving at home ...

Everything is here - from the church to Kolyka - cute:
Polyany - and rivers Mirror smooth.
Native, forever you awarded me
We wanted to give all this soul.

Russia breathe - and do not live anyway.
Accept my crumbs, Roda Rus.
I will give all myself - and I will become richer,
Because I join with you.

O. Altovskaya

Slepping the nick. Plain dear,
And lead freshness wormwood.
No homeland is different
My warmth will not flick me in my chest.

Know all we have such a fate
And, perhaps, everyone ask -
Rejoicing, firmly and suffered
Well lives in Russia.

Light moon, mysterious and long,
Willow cry, whisper of poplar.
But nobody under the crane
Does not break away the sacrifices of the field.

And now, when that's new light
And my life touched the life of fate,
I still remained a poet
Golden log hut.

At night, clinging to the headboard,
I see how a strong enemy,
How strange youth splashes new
On my glades and meadows.

But nevertheless, the new one is tight
I can be impaired:
Give me my mother's homeland
All loving, calmly die!

S. Yesenin

Drank trees drools
Run plains and bushes.
Again the chapel on the road
And memorial crosses.

Again i warm sadness sick
From oat breeze.
And on the lime of the bell
The hand is involuntarily baptized.

About Russia, Raspberry field
And blue, falling into the river,
I love to joy and pain
Your lake longing.

Cold grief do not measure
You are on the foggy shore.
But do not love you, do not believe -
I can not learn.

And I will not give these chains
And do not part with a long bed,
When the native steppes ring
Prayer carpet.

S. Yesenin

Russia began not with a sword

Russia began not with a sword,
She from braids and plow began.
Not because blood is not hot
And because the Russian shoulder
Never in life was evil as ...

And arrows of ringing battles
Only interrupted her labor its always.
No wonder the horse of mighty Ilya
Sidel was the owner of arable land.

In the hands, merry only from labor,
On good nature sometimes not immediately
Retribution raised. This is yes.
But thirst for blood was never.

And call the top hide
Sorry, Russia, sons of sons.
Whenever not gravity princes
How olds would give the hordes!

But only meanness rejoiced in vain.
The jokes are short-lived with richren:
Yes, you can deceive the hero
But to win - this is already twin!

After all, it was just as funny
How, say, fight the sun and the moon.
Lapp - Lake Chunnoy,
The river is not safe and Borodino.

And if the darkness of the Teutons Il Batya
Found the end on my homeland,
Then the current proud Russia
The stock edge is more beautiful and stronger!

And in the fight with the most luto war
She and hell managed to overcome.
Top Heroes - Heroes
In the lights of the salute on the festive night!

And eternally, my country is strong,
That no one did not humiliate anywhere.
After all, kindness is stronger than war,
As an inexpercy, more effective in sting.

It rises dawn, light and hot.
And it will be so mature indestructible.
Russia began not with a sword,
And therefore she is invincible!

E. Asadov

Motherland

Touching the three Great Oceans,
She lies, spreading the city,
Covered with meridian meridians,
Invincible, wide, proud.

But per hour, when the last grenade
Already listed in your hand
And in a short moment remember since you need
All that we have left away

You remember not a big country,
What directed and learned
You remember the homeland - such
What did you see her in childhood.

Block of the Earth, soldered to the three birch,
Distant road behind the fishing line,
Ricchonka with multiple transportation,
Sand shore with low zeal.

That's where we were fortunate enough to be born,
Where for life, before death, we found
That handful of earth that is good
To see in it the signs of the whole earth.

Yes, you can survive in heat, in a thunderstorm, in frosts,
Yes, you can hungry and cold
Go to death ... but these three birch
When life cannot be given anyone.

K. Simonov

My Russia

My godless Russia
Sacred my country!
Her plains snow
Her gypsies nomads, -
Ah, is they not deliberate?
Her gusts fire
Her dreams are advanced,
Her writers are alive,
Comprehended her to the bottom!
Her robbers are saints,
Her flights are blue
And our sun and the moon!
And these lands are unearthly,
And these riots are removed,
And all of them, their whole depth!
And nightingale her night
And nights are planning and icy,
And brothers ancient black
And Cups, full of wines!
And troika mad steppe
And these spokes are painted,
And these gadgets are gold,
And wing Palention
Their neck swans steepness!
And our women are self,
And the sundresses of their color,
And the voices of the girls are breasts,
Such Russian, relatives,
And young like spring
And spill, like a wave,
And songs, discontinuous songs,
What our breast is full,
And the whole she and the whole she -
My creeping Russia,
Winged my country!

I. Northernin

About Motherland

They mock over to you
They, about their homeland, cores
Your simplicity is
Love of black hut ...

So son, calm and cheeky,
Mother's mother is ashamed -
Tired, timid and sad
Environment urban friends,

Looks with a smile compassion
On the one hundreds of verso beat
And for him, for the day of Svidanya,
The last grossik burned.

Moon sickle under a tucing long
Pours fastened light light.
Over silent valley -
Dark church silhouette.

Moon sickle for a tucca melts -
Slowing, it goes out.
From the bell tower
Slimming, sleepy ringing.

Sickle Moon in closures
With sadness quietly looks,
Under the branches of IW Prskuchi
Golden water dull.

And in the river, among the deep
Predestous silence
Summates lonely
Golden twin moon.

In the forest, in the mountain, spring, alive and ringing,
Above the spring is an old sword
With a lobcker handwritten icon,
And in the spring of the birch root.

I do not like, about Russia, your fierce
Millennia, slave poverty.
But this cross, but this bucket is white ...
Smired, family features!

Russia

The moon of the coulia.
Blushes Kickl.
Bela Road.
Dust flies.

Flying, flock
Night Owls -
Springs in Dali
Blank nights.

Dark ringer
Dry oxes;
Empty tird ...
Standing - one.

Syona Lesy
Shakes in dust.
Here - equestrian, hiking
Rushing in dreams.

Caring is pretty;
Lost the way.
Nothing can
Return him.

Rusta Marsh:
Bushes, lights,
Dense herbs
Empty stumps!

Motherland

Immortal happiness ours
Russia is called in the centuries.
We have not seen the edges
And were in many parts.

But where would the path be fled,
We are Russian dreamed of land.
Exile, where your sting
Alien, where is your power?

We know the prayers such
that the heart is easily at night;
and proud music of Russia
invisibly accompany us.

Thanks to the dense noise
forests on the plains of relatives,
For them, the danger of the Duma,
For each song about them.

Our house on a foreign random
where is the miren exile sleep,
as the wind as the sea, as a secret,
Russia is always surrounded.

V. Nabokov

The edge you are mine, the birthplace edge!
KONSKY RAY on the will,
In the sky, the cry of eagle flies,
Wolf voice in the field!

Goy you, my homeland!
Goy you, Bor dense!
Whistle midnight nightingry
Wind, steppe yes clouds!

A. Tolstoy

Our love is our homeland

Time all jumpers
Bind losses and deception.
Low above the lake harms
White, like savan, fog.
At twilight, the forest is immersed
Flames are blue.
In the sky, the moon is emerging,
Far stars are burning.
Trelli heard nightingale
In the manems of green birches.
Russian gave epic -
Standings and Greet.
All in pearls or beggar, -
I do not fight ...
You are white cherry
In the heart bloom, my rus.
Your novices are golden
With the smell - Money Luga.
The cleanest - clean
In diamond snow glitters.
Let foreigners do not believe ...
Know in com Russian blood,
What will never change
To the homeland of our love.

N. Tsvetkov

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We live in a huge and beautiful country. It is called Russia. Our great country has become home to many nations and nationalities. You just imagine what it is immense: it is snowing in the north, frost cracks, people walk in fur coats, the reservoirs are ice, and in the south in the same time flowers bloom, butterflies fly, you can swim in the sea and sunbathe in the sun. In the West, children only wake up to go to kindergarten or school, and in the east the guys have already come home.

Here it is for our homeland. It was about it that we prepared a selection of poems and divided by the ages: for children of preschool age 3-4, 4-5, 6-7 years and elementary school children 1-2-3-4 and 5-6 classes. There are short poems and more voluminous, for learning, at the competition of readers, modern and Russian poets.

Good homeland has guys ...

Short poems about homeland for children 3-4 years of preschool age

Kremlin stars

Kremlin stars
We are burning above
Their light comes everywhere!
Good homeland have guys
And better than that homeland
Not!
S. Mikhalkov

Native land

There is a native land
At the stream and the crane.
And we have it with you -
And the land is alone.
P. Sinyavsky

Native

I found out that I have
There is a huge relatives:
And path, and fishing fish
In the field - each
Spikes
Rivers
The sky is necessary for me -
It's all my native!

Native Ogonok

Over the river native corner,
And in the native light window.
Take care of it, do not gas
From him, Sveley in Russia.

What is homeland?

What is homeland?
It's clouds
Garden garden
Field and river ...

How great my land
How wide spaces!
Lakes, rivers and fields,
Forests, and steppe, and mountains.
My country spread out
From the north to the south:
When in one edge of spring,
In the other - snow and blizzard

Many wonderful countries on Earth, people live everywhere, but Russia is a single, extraordinary country, because she is her homeland.

Our homeland is Russia!

Poems about homeland for children 4-5 years old, preschool age

Love to motherland

Do not replace the edge
No wonders!
Only here everything is so loved -
Rivers, mountains and forests.
Here from a cute threshold
The country begins.
Other countries on the map a lot
Only the birthplace is alone!
Olesya Emelyanova

Our homeland is Russia!

Our homeland is Russia!
Here we were born to the light,
No land for us beautiful
And there is no favorite in the world!
Here is your home, your family,
Your friends live here!
Must be homeland like mother
You protect and defend!
Olesya Emelyanova

An immense country

If long for a long time
On the plane we fly,
If long for a long time
On Russia to watch us
Then we will see then
And forests, and cities,
Ocean spaces
River ribbons, lakes, mountains ...

We will see the distance without the edge,
Tundra, where spring rings,
And then what, what
Our homeland is big,
An immense country.
Vladimir Stepanov

Main words

In kindergarte found out
We are beautiful words.
They were read for the first time:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

Spring and summer fly.
Will be solar foliage.
Illuminated by a new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

The sun is gentle by us.
Pours blue sky.
Let always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!
L. Olifirova

Our Motherland

And beautiful and rich
Our homeland guys.
For a long time to go from the capital
Before any border.

Everything around your own, native:
Mountains, steppes and forests;
Rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.

Each city
Heart of roads
Roads every rural house.
Everything in the battles once taken
And hardly difficult!

Roda Country

On a wide spacious
Prejudice sometimes
Abyla zory got up
Over the country's country.

Every year everything is more
Dear edges ...
Better than our homeland
No in the world, friends!

Our Fatherland, our homeland - Mother Russia. We call Russia for the fatherland because it lived in the daytime of the Venta Fathers and our grandfathers.
Konstantin Ushinsky

Over native land

Children's poems about their homeland for preschoolers 6-7 years old on the competition of readers

Hello, my homeland!

In the morning the sun gets up,
We are calling us on the street.
I go out of the house I:
- Hello, my street!

I sing in silence
Sing the birds to me.
Herbs whispering to me on the road:
- You are more, a friend, grow!

I answer herbs I,
I answer the wind I,
I answer the sun I:
- Hello, my homeland!
Vladimir Orlov

Our Motherland

And beautiful and rich
Our homeland guys.
For a long time to go from the capital
Before any border.

All around your own, native:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
Rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.

Each city
Heart of roads
Roads every rural house.
Everything in the battles once taken
And hardly difficult!
Georgy Ladonchikov

Motherland

Motherland is a big word, big!
May not happen in the light of miracles,
If you say this word with a soul
Deeper the seas it, above the skies!
In it fits exactly polim:
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends.
City of the birthplace, native apartment,
Grandmother, school, kitten ... and me.
Sunny bunny in palm,
Lilac bush behind the window
And on the brush of the mole -
This is also homeland.
T. Side

Take care of native nature

The highest depreciation is ours
And its wizard is wide.
We have meadows and thickets,
Rivers and romance mountains.
And live here with us
Herons, swans, read,
Dyatla, Orioles, Zhulans
Turtles and custody,
Tigers, wolves and bears,
Loss, bison, boars ... -
Our old neighbors.
We must save them!
Olesya Emelyanova

Go beyond the sea-oceans

Go beyond the sea-Oceans,
It is necessary for all earthly ground:
There are various countries in the world,
But such as we do not find.

Deep our light water
Wide and excited land
And thunder, not resin, plants,
And noisy, flourishing, fields ...
M. Isakovsky

Over native land

Airplanes fly
Over our fields ...
And I scream to pilots:
"Take me with you!
To native earth
I drove the arrow,

Saw rivers, mountains,
Valleys and lakes,
And write on the Black Sea,
And boats on the square
Plains in riot color
And all the children in the world! "
R. Bosilla

That we call birth

What do we call birthday?
House where we live with you
And birrors along which
Next to my mother we go.

What do we call birthday?
Field with a thin spike
Our holidays and songs,
Warm evening outside the window.

What do we call birthday?
All that in the heart we take
And under the sky blue-blue
Flag of Russia over the Kremlin.
V. Stepanov

There is a lot in the world, and except for Russia, all kinds of good states and lands, but one person has a native mother - one and his homeland.
Konstantin Ushinsky

Better our homeland is not in the world, friends!

Poems about homeland for elementary school children 1-2-3-4 classes

What is our homeland?

Flowers over a quiet apple tree river.
Gardens, thinking, stand.
What is the homeland elegant
She herself like a wonderful garden!

Plays a river with rifles,
In it, the fish is all of silver,
What a rich motherland is
Do not count her good!

Running wave is leopard,
Prost fields caresses eyes.
What is the motherland happy
And this happiness is all for us!
Victor Bokov

My native district

I go to the balcony -
I see the park and stadium,
Cinema, library,
Church, clinic, pharmacy,
School musical,
Mirror offices.
And the Ice Palace
And shopping center new,
And their gymnasium
Where I study with a fantasy.
I go to the balcony -
Hello,
My native district!
Andrey Smetanin

About Motherland

What is my homeland called?
I ask my question.
River that goes for houses
Il a bush curly red roses?
Won is the autumn birch?
Or spring droplets?
Or maybe rainbow strip?
Or frosty winter day?
Is everything that from childhood was near?
But it will be all trifle
No mother's care cute
And without friends, everything is wrong.
That here is that the birthplace is called!
So that there were always
Everyone who will support will smile
Who needs and I myself!

Motherland

Wound, cheerful,
Eternal, kind,
Tractor plowed,
Happiness sown -
All in front of her
From the south to north!
Motherland is sweet
Rodina's homeland
Peace-peaceful
Russian-Russian ...
V. Semennin

Where does the homeland begins?

Where does the homeland begins?
From pictures in your letter,
With good and faithful comrades,
Living in the next yard.

Or maybe it starts
From that song that my mother sang.
With the fact that in any tests
We do not take away anyone.

Where does the homeland begins?
With a cherished bench at the gate.
With the very birch that in the field
Under the wind leaning, grows.

Or maybe it starts
From Spring Skwort
And from this road country
Which is not visible to the end.

Where does the homeland begins?
From the windows burning away,
With old fatherly dodge
That somewhere in the closet we found.

Or maybe it starts
From the knock of carriages
And from the oath, which in his youth
You brought her in her heart.
Where does the homeland begins? ..
M. Matusovsky

Roda Country

On a wide spacious
Prejudice sometimes
Abyla zory got up
Over the country's country.

Every year everything is more
Dear edges ...
Better than our homeland
No in the world, friends!
A. Prokofiev

The place where we were born, the city, the village, the village is called a small homeland. Wherever the life entered us, in whatever distant cities of our country we live, always with warm feeling we will remember our small homeland, the city where we were born, where our childhood passed.

I love you, the edge is my birthday!

Russia

Here the warm field is filled with rye,
Dawns are splashing here in the palms of meadows.
Here cereal angels of God
On the rays of light they came off the clouds.

And the land of the Water Holy Oroduli,
And blue spaces squeezed out the cross.
And we do not have the Motherland, except Russia -
Here mom, here is a temple, here is a father's house.
P. Sinyavsky

Veins something native and ancient

Veins something native and ancient
From the expanses of my land.
In the snowy sea float villages,
Like long-range ships.

Along the path stepping narrow,
I repeat once again! -
"It's good that with the soul of Russian
And in Russian land was born! "
Yulia Drunina

Give Russian

Let not wait that I will settle down
If I do not buy a cola.
Let them not expect that I will do,
If for me for breakfast to school
Sandwich will give instead
Fabric cookies.
Confiture oven
Worse than our jam!

Verify the bowl of porridge -
I will become more painful and stronger!
Bread yes Salt tastier our
Foreign Kissel!
Give Russian to taste!
Give Russian to wear!
Better Pshunk dine,
What kind of overseas ask!
Anatoly Vlasov.

The best in the world

Russian region, my land,
Major expanses!
We and rivers and fields,
Sea, forests and mountains.

And north we have, and south.
Gardens bloom in the south.
In the north of snow around -
There is cold and blizzards.

In Moscow, go to bed now,
The moon looks in the window.
Far Eastern and the same hour
Rises, meeting the sun.

Russian edge, how are you great!
From the border to the border
And fast train straight
A week will not do.

Sound on the radio word -
They are not difficult for them.
Familiar Voice Your, Moscow,
People are heard everywhere.

And we are always welcome
About our peaceful life.
How happily lives
In his native depreciation!

Peoples - as one family,
Although their language is different.
All - daughters and sons
Your country is beautiful.

And the Motherland is all alone.
Hello to you and glory
Unbeatable country
Russian power!
Natalia scored (translation from the Ukrainian Z. Aleksandova)

Motherland

Ranked dust painted
I go out for the Occolic I.
With good morning, the side of the native -
My dear depreciation.

Together moved in the artel field,
Labor boils from sat down to the village.
Forest axes rangs
Silence for the mounds gone.

Steamers are under loading
At the berths of awakened rivers,
And about the Volga, beautiful Russian,
The man sings inspired.

Pour songs invisible
To the stars of happiness - to the gray Kremlin.
I love you, the edge of my birthmark,
Constant, in Russian, love!
N. Suslennikov

Oh, homeland!

Oh, homeland! In a lack of brilliance
I'm looking at trembling
Your proleski, transfer -
All that I love without memory:

And a rustling grove of a whittle
And blue smoke in gave empty,
And rusty cross over the bell tower
And low holmik with a star ...

My insults and farewell
Burnt like an old stuffier.
In you one - and consolation
And my healing.
A.V. Zhigulin

My little homeland

Quiet street in the middle of the village
Wooden house, a number of poplar.
Two bushes of lilac,
Cherry under the window.
I spent my childhood here
With Mother, Father.
Ran fishing
Mushrooms went,
At the fire in the night
Komarov fed ...
I often remember
I am cute places
Childhood carefree,
My mother, father.
Two bushes of lilac,
Cherry under the window
And friends-comrades
In that village, native ...
Everything that the heart is expensive -
In memory storage.
Little Motherland
I remember and love.
E. Arsenina

What is Russia? This is very beautiful and mentally tells the little girl. Look at this video along with children.

Kremlin stars

Kremlin stars
We are burning above
Their light comes everywhere!
Good homeland have guys
And better than that homeland
Not!
(S. Mikhalkov)

There is no native land

Zhura-Zhura-Zhuravel!
He took place a hundred lands.
Took place, went around
Wings, legs noded.

We asked the crane:
– Where is the best land? –
He answered, fleeing:
– Better there is no native edge!

(P. Voronneko)

Native land

Hills, armor,
Meadows and fields -
Native, green
Our land.
Land where i did
Your first chamber
Where came out sometime
To the fork of roads.
And realized that it was
Rated fields -
Particle Great
Miscellenge my.

(Lordoners)

Native Gnovesdishko

Swallows-pevuny
Above my window
They are slaughtered, pusy nnoveschko ...
Know soon in it
The chicks will appear
Will vote
There will be parents
Moshkara wearing.
Malytki will be spoiled
In the summer of the nest,
Fly over the world
But they are always
Will know and remember
That in the edge of the native
They will be brought in Nölezdyshko
Above my window.
(Lordoners)

Motherland

Motherland - the word big, big!
May not happen in the light of miracles,
If you say this word with a soul
Deeper the seas it, above the skies!

It fits exactly polimia:
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends.
City of the birthplace, native apartment,
Grandmother, school, kitten ... and me.

Sunny bunny in palm,
Lilac bush behind the window
And on the cheek of the mole -
This is also homeland.
(T. Bokova)

Motherland

Coming
Bodyray
Eternal
good,
Tractor
plowed
Happiness
sown -
All in front of her
From South
North!
Motherland is sweet
Rodina's homeland
Peace-peaceful
Russian-Russian ...
(V. Sevennin)

Our Motherland

And beautiful and rich
Our homeland guys.
For a long time to go from the capital
Before any of its border.

All around your own, native:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
Rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.

Each city
Heart of roads
Roads every rural house.
All in battles once taken
And hardly difficult!
(Lordoners)

Good morning!

The sun rose over the mountain
The darkness of the night blurred
Meadow in colors, as painted ...
Good morning,
The edge of the native!

Noisy doors buried,
Birds early sank,
Walkling argue with silence ...
Good morning,
The edge of the native!

People went to work
Honey bees honey
In the sky, tuchci - not one ...
Good morning,
The edge of the native!
(Lordoners)

Hello, my homeland

In the morning the sun gets up,
We are calling us on the street.
I go out of the house I:
- Hello, my street!

I sing in silence
Sing the birds to me.
Herbs whispering to me on the road:
- You are more, a friend, grow!

I answer herbs I,
I answer the wind I,
I answer the sun I:
- Hello, my homeland!

(V. Orlov)

Main words

In kindergarte found out
We are beautiful words.
They were read for the first time:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

Spring and summer fly.
Will be solar foliage.
Illuminated by a new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

The sun is gentle by us.
Pours blue sky.
Let always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!
(L. Olifirova)

Native berth

Looks at sea
Stare
Meeting people:
To his rowed pier
Fits steamer.
Before this moment
He passed a hundred roads,
Probably from excitement
Hoarse his beep.

In his portholes
Cliffs looked out,
And the sun is equator
Board caressed it.
The sea was swing,
The wind was drunk over him,
But black nights
For thirty seas
He thought about the pier
In his homeland.

And at the sea
Stare
The people look in the port -
To mine
Roda pier
Fits steamer.
Huge
And iron, he crumble softly
And gently,
Gently,
Gently
Cleaning about the pier.

(V. Orlov)

Our land

Then birch, then rowan,
Kush Rakita over the river.
Where you find one more!

From the seas to the high mountains
In the midst of native latitudes -
All run, running roads,
And they call them forward.

Sun filled valley,
And wherever you take a glance -
The land is native, forever beloved,
All blooms like a sighted garden.

Childhood our golden!
All the lights you every day
Under happy star
We live in the edge of your native!

(A. Alien)

That we call birth

What do we call birthday?
House where we live with you
And birrors along which
Next to my mother we go.

What do we call birthday?
Field with a thin spike
Our holidays and songs,
Warm evening outside the window.

What do we call birthday?
All that in the heart we take
And under the sky blue-blue
Flag of Russia over the Kremlin.
(V. Stepanov)

An immense country

If long for a long time
On the plane we fly,
If long for a long time
On Russia to watch us
Then we will see then
And forests, and cities,
Ocean spaces
River ribbons, lakes, mountains ...

We will see the distance without the edge,
Tundra, where spring rings,
And then what, what
Our homeland is big,
An immense country.
(V. Stepanov)

What our homeland!

Flowers over a quiet apple tree river.

Gardens, thinking, stand.

What is the homeland elegant

She herself like a wonderful garden!

Plays a river with rifles,

In it, the fish is all of silver,

What a rich motherland is

Running wave is leopard,

Prost fields caresses eyes.

What is the motherland happy

And this happiness is all for us!

(V. Bok)

Native land

There is a native land
At the stream and the crane.
And we have it with you -
And the land is alone.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Russia

Here the warm field is filled with rye,

Dawns are splashing here in the palms of meadows.

Here cereal angels of God

On the rays of light they came off the clouds.

And the land of the Water Holy Oroduli,

And blue spaces squeezed out the cross.

And we have no birthmark, except for Russia –

Here mom, here is a temple, here is a father's house.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Picture

On my drawing
Field with spikelets,
Church on a slide
Next to the clouds.
On my drawing
Mom and friends
On my drawing
My motherland.

On my drawing
Rays of dawn,
Grove and river,
Sun and summer.
On my drawing
Song of the stream,
On my drawing
My motherland.

On my drawing
Chamomile rose,
Along the trail jumps
Rider at the cone
On my drawing
Rainbow and me
On my drawing
My motherland.

On my drawing
Mom and friends
On my drawing
Song of the stream,
On my drawing
Rainbow and me
On my drawing
My motherland.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Native song

The sun is cheerful
Golden streams
Over the gardens and above villages,
Above the fields and meadows.

Mushroom rains come here,
Shine rainbow colored,
Here are simple plantains
Since childhood, the most native.

Poroshi tops
Spoke on the edge,
And crumbled on the grove
Strawls.

Mushroom rains come here,
Shine rainbow colored,
Here are simple plantains
Since childhood, the most native.

And again Zakorni
Fires swallows over the house,
To sing again about homeland
Bells familiar.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

The land is native

Flying cheerful, native Niva,
River Spool, blooming slope,
Hills and villages, enchanted
And bell singel ringing.

With your smile, with your breath
I merge.
Unrefell, Christ is stored
My edge is harmful
My love.

(M. Foirov)

Motherland

If the word "homeland" says
Immediately in memory gets up
Old house, in the smorodine garden,
Thick poplar at the gate,

River Berezka-modes
And the chamomile hill ...
And others, probably remember
Your native Moscow courtyard.

In the puddles, the first boats,
Where recently there was a rink,
And a big neighbor factory
Loud, joyful beep.

Or steppe from makov red,
Golden virgin ...
Motherland is different,
But everyone has one!

(Z. Alexandrov)

Over native land

Airplanes fly

over our fields ...

And I scream to pilots:

"Take me with you!

To native earth

i drove the arrow,

saw rivers, mountains,

Valleys and lakes,

and write on the Black Sea,

and boats on the square

plains in riot color

and all the children in the world! "

(R. Bosil)

Rain, rain, where have you been? ..

- Rain, rain, where have you been?
- I sailed in the sky!
- And then you crashed?
- Oh, no, no, water broke,
Capal, dried down, fell -
Right in the river I got!

And then I sailed far
In the river fast, synemy,
He admired all the soul
Our homeland is big!

Well, after evaporated,
To the tuchka white attached,
And I swam, I tell you,
To long-range countries, islands.

And now over the ocean
I am everything in the distance with fog!
Enough, wind, blow to blow -
You need to swim in the opposite way.

To meet with the river
So that with her to the forest native to suffer!
To admire the soul
Our homeland is big.

So, the wind, friend you are mine,
We rush home!
We are you, wind, customize -
Tuchka to the house directions!

After all, I miss the house ...
Well, I tell me torcuch!
To the house wow how to rush ...
Soon I will come back to you!

(K. Avdeenko ■ )

Go beyond the sea-oceans

Go beyond the sea-Oceans,

It is necessary for all earthly ground:

There are various countries in the world,

But such as we do not find.

Deep our light water

Wide and excited land

And thunder, not resin, plants,

And noisy, flourishing, fields ...

(M. Isakovsky)

Roda Country

On a wide spacious

Prejudice sometimes

Abyla zory got up

Over the country's country.

Every year everything is more

Dear edges ...

Better than our homeland

No in the world, friends!

(A. Prokofiev)

Hello

Hello to you, my land is native,

With your Dark Forests,

With your grand river,

And non-beam fields!

Hello to you, the people are harmful,

Labor hero tireless

Among the winter and in summer heat!

Hello to you, my land is native!

(S. Yezhazh)

Cranes

Gone warmly with fields,
and flock of cranes
Leads a leader to the overseas oven.
Sad wedge flies
And only one merry
One some kind of crane is intense.

He rushes into the clouds,
Hurry a leader,
But he tells him the leader Surovo:
- Although the earth is warm,
And Mother's Miley,
Miley - Remember, crane, this word.
Remember noise birch
And that steep slope,
Where mother saw you flying;
Remember forever,
Otherwise, never
Friend, you will not become a craving you real.

We have snow,
We have a buzzing of Purga
And votes are not at all angry.
And somewhere there away
Cornish rosy
They are about the homeland snow-covered.
(I. Shafran)

Song of Glory

Nice, great
Multilingual
Fraternal Russian
Peoples family.

Stop, surrounded
Armed
Ancient stronghold
Gray Kremlin!

Hello, favorite,
Non-allie
Banner, streaming
Mind light!

Nice grandfathers
Brave grandchildren
Friendly Russian
Peoples family.

Fasten victories
Strike sciences
Ever impenetrable
Glory Earth!
(N. Aseev)

Russia, Russia, Russia

No edge in the light of beautiful

No Motherland in the world of light!

Russia, Russia, Russia, –

What could be a heart mile?

Who was equal to you?

Tolerated the striking anyone!

Russia, Russia, Russia, –

We are in grief and happiness – with you!

Russia! Like a blue bird

We save you and honor

And if you break the border,

We will protect you!

And if we suddenly asked us:

"And what the country is the country?"

– Yes the fact that for all of us Russia

Like my mother, – One!

(V. Gudimov)

The best in the world

Russian region, my land,
Major expanses!
We and rivers and fields,
Sea, forests and mountains.

And north we have, and south.
Gardens bloom in the south.
In the north of snow around -
There is cold and blizzards.

In Moscow, go to bed now,
The moon looks in the window.
Far Eastern and the same hour
Rises, meeting the sun.

Russian edge, how are you great!
From the border to the border
And fast train straight
A week will not do.

Sound on the radio word -
They are not difficult for them.
Familiar Voice Your, Moscow,
People are heard everywhere.

And we are always welcome
About our peaceful life.
How happily lives
In his native depreciation!

Peoples - as one family,
Although their language is different.
All - daughters and sons
Your country is beautiful.

And the Motherland is all alone.
Hello to you and glory
Unbeatable country
Russian power!
(N. scored, per. With ukr. Z. Alexandrova )

Russian house

Russia is similar to a huge apartment.
Four windows in it and doors four:
North, west, south, east.
Over heavenly heaven hanging the ceiling.

Luxury carpet rises in the apartment
Floors on Taimyr and in Anadyr.
And the sun is burning in a billion kilowatt,
Since our house is dark.

And, as it should be each apartment,
There is a pantry Siberia in it:
Berries of various stocks are stored there
And fish, meat, and coal, and gas.

And next to the smoking - Kuril Grocery -
There are hot water cranes,
At the hounds Klyuchevsky bubble keys
(Go and turn on the hot water!)

There is still three cool baths in the apartment:
Northern, quiet and atlantic oceans.
And a powerful stove of the "Kuzbass" system,
What warms the winter cold of us.

But the refrigerator with the name "Arctic",
Perfectly works in it automatics.
And to the right of the ancient Kremlin hours
There are still seven time zones.

Everything is in the Russian home for life convenient,
But there is no order in the apartment huge:

There will break out the fire, the pipe flowed there.
That loud neighbors are knocking out of the corner.
Then the walls crack, then paint fell,
Two years ago Alaska fell off
I went the roof, the horizon disappeared ...
Again restructuring and repair again.

What builds, the builders themselves do not know:
First build, and after break.
I want everyone - immediately built so
Izbo-Chum-Yaranga Palace-Skyscraper!

We are all in our house neighbors and residents:
Simple residents, governors, builders.
And what will we build now in Russia? ..
You are about this dad and mom ask.

(A. Usachev)

Rain, rain, where have you been? ..

Rain, rain, where have you been?
- I sailed in the sky!
- And then you crashed?
- Oh, no, no, water broke,
Capal, dried down, fell -
Right in the river I got!

And then I sailed far
In the river fast, synemy,
He admired all the soul
Our homeland is big!

Well, after evaporated,
To the tuchka white attached,
And I swam, I tell you,
To long-range countries, islands.

And now over the ocean
I am everything in the distance with fog!
Enough, wind, blow to blow -
You need to swim in the opposite way.

To meet with the river
So that with her to the forest native to suffer!
To admire the soul
Our homeland is big.

So, the wind, friend you are mine,
We rush home!
We are you, wind, customize -
Tuchka to the house directions!

After all, I miss the house ...
Well, I tell me torcuch!
To the house wow how to rush ...
Soon I will come back to you!

Go beyond the sea-oceans

Go beyond the sea-Oceans,

It is necessary for all earthly ground:

There are various countries in the world,

But such as we do not find.

Deep our light water

Wide and excited land

And thunder, not resin, plants,

And noisy, flourishing, fields ...

An immense country

If long for a long time

On the plane we fly,

If long for a long time

On Russia to watch us.

Then we will see then

And forests, and cities,

Ocean spaces

River ribbons, lakes, mountains ...

We will see the distance without the edge,

Tundra, where spring rings.

And then understand what

Our homeland is big,

RUSSIA

Russia - as a word from the song,

Young foliage birch

Circle of forest, fields and rivers,

Razdar, Russian Soul -

I love you, my Russia,

I love deeply understand

Steppes thoughtful sadness

I love everything what is called

One wide word - Rus.

NATIVE LAND

Hills, armor,

Meadows and fields -

Native, green

Our land.

Land where i did

Your first chamber

Where came out sometime

To the fork of roads.

And realized that it was

Rated fields -

Particle Great

Oh, homeland! ..

Oh, homeland! In a lack of brilliance
I'm looking at trembling
Your proleski, transfer -
All I love without memory:

And a rustling grove of a whittle
And blue smoke in gave empty,
And rusty cross over the bell tower
And low holmik with a star ...

My insults and farewell
Burnt like an old stuffier.
In you one - and consolation
And my healing.

Double-headed coat of arms of Russia

I read a book yesterday

About treasures of Russia.

And seeing the coat of arms double-headed

Mom quietly asked:

"Why is the eagle double-headed?

What kind of rider on horseback?

I want to know everything in detail!

Tell me, Mamuly, me. "

"Our power is great,

So that the world reigned forever

In the distance looking eagle double-headed,

Protects us from troubles.

On horseback - victorious -

Our holy fighter with evil.

Snake Lyutogo, Big

He killed his spear.

And painted the coat of arms of Russian

In red and gold.

Red - the blood of the heroes of the fallen,

To live with you.

Gold - wealth ours:

Bread, ore, fields, forests.

Only to live richer

We need work and kindness. "

I listened to the stories

About Russia for a long time

And decided - no in the world

Our coat of arms

Different powers

His coat of arms were decorated.

Here is a leopard, the eagle is double-headed

And the lion, standing on the rates.

Such is the custom was an old, -

To with state coat of arms

Threatened the neighbors face animal

Oscal for all your teeth.

Then the predatory beast, then the bird is evil

Like, losing her

Squeeze in paws, threatening,

Swiss sword or spear.

Where the lions from the century did not happen

Liva fiercely look from the arms

Or eagles that are not

One eagle head!

But not an eagle, not lion, not a lioness

Our coat of arms decorated themselves

And the golden wreath of wheat,

Mighty hammer, sharp sickle.

We do not threaten other peoples,

But we escape a spacious house,

Where there is a place under the skill

All living labor.

Will not be a tough split

Union of peoples never.

Inseparable sickle and hammer,

Earth, and spikes, and star!

Motherland

I love me out, but strange love!
My mind will not win my mind
Nor glory bought by blood
Neither full of proud confidence of peace
Nor dark vintage cherished devoted
Do not move in me a pleasant dream.
But I love - for what I do not know myself?

Her steppes cold silence,
Her forests of bourgear bars,
The spills of the rivers similar seas ...
I love to jump in the cart,
And, with a slow piercing night shadow,
Meet on the sorts of overnightness,
Trembling lights of sad villages;
I love smoking bedroom hubs,
In the steppe night traffic,
And on the hill
Chet whitewing birches.
With the Otradi many unfamiliar
I see a full gum,
Wit, coated straw,
With carved shutters window;
And on the holiday, in the evening Rosista,
Watch until midnight ready
On a dance with top-and-whistle
Under the spell of drunken peasants.

Goy, you, Rus, my native ...

Goy you, my dear Rus,
Huts - in the riza of the image ...
Do not see the end and edges -
Only blue sucks eyes.
How to go a mantist
I watch your fields.
And at low octools
Poplar is ringing.
Smell like an apple and honey
On churches your meek saved,
And buzzing behind the coat
On the meadows cheerful dance.
Run by mint stitch
On driving green lech,
I meet me, like earrings,
Sneaken girl laughter.
If the Holy Holy Wrinkles:
"Throw you rus, live in paradise!",
I will say: "I do not need paradise,
Give my homeland. "

Purchased duck drowns ...

Drank trees drools
Run plains and bushes.
Again the chapel on the road
And memorial crosses.
Again i warm sadness sick
From oat breeze.
And on the lime of the bell
The hand is involuntarily baptized.
About Russia - Raspberry field
And blue, falling into the river -
I love to joy and pain
Your lake longing.

Cold grief do not measure
You are on the foggy shore.
But do not love you, do not believe -
I can not learn.
And I will not give these chains,
And do not part with a long bed,
When the native steppes ring
Prayer carpet.

Sleeps a nick ...

Slepping the nick. Plain dear,
And lead freshness wormwood.
No homeland is different
My warmth will not flick me in my chest.

Know all we have such a fate
And, perhaps, everyone ask -
Rejoicing, firmly and suffered
Well lives in Russia.

Light magnifier, mysterious and long,
Willow cry, whisper of poplar.
But nobody under the crane
Does not break away the sacrifices of the field.

And now, when that's new light
And my life touched the life of fate,
I still remained a poet
Golden log hut.

At night, clinging to the headboard,
I see how a strong enemy,
How strange youth splashes new
On my glades and meadows.

But still, at night, that is close,
I can be impaired:
Give me my mother's homeland
All loving, calmly die!

Oh my mother, Russia

Oh, my mother, Russia, Rus,
Unshakable throne your gold-headed
I love you, I am proud of
Multi-shake and power.

Russia, Russia, Great Strength,
Great power, bottomless rus,
To Russia, in Russia, with all my heart I am in love
And with her, I will stay forever, I swear!

Main words

In kindergarte found out
We are beautiful words.
They were read for the first time:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

Spring and summer fly.
Will be solar foliage.
Illuminated by a new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

The sun is gentle by us.
Pours blue sky.
Let always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!

There is no native land

Zhura-Zhura-Zhuravel!
He took place a hundred lands.
Took place, went around
Wings, legs noded.

We asked the crane:
- Where is the best land? -
He answered, fleeing:
- Better there is no native edge!

NATIVE LAND

RUSSIA

Russia, you are the Great Power,
Your expanses are infinitely great.
For all of the century, you crowned with glory.
And there is no other way.

Lozhny captivity your forest is crowned.
Cascade ridges in the Mountains of the Dreams of Tit.
The river stream from thirst heals,
And the steppe native breads will give birth.

We are proud of your cities.
From Brest to Vladivostok, the path is open.

You are crowned with the glorious capital,
And Petersburg keeps history.

In the land of your wealth, the flow is inexorably,
To the treasures of your path lies.
How little about you still know.
How much to study we will have to.

Motherland

Touching the three Great Oceans,
She lies, spreading the city,
Covered with meridian meridians,
Invincible, wide, proud.

But per hour, when the last grenade
Already listed in your hand
And in a short moment remember since you need
All that we have left away

You remember not a big country,
What directed and learned
You remember the homeland - such
I saw her in childhood in childhood.

Block of the Earth, soldered to the three birch,
Distant road behind the fishing line,
Ratchon with a creamy transportation.
Sandy shore with low zevnikov.

That's where we were fortunate enough to be born,
Where for life, before death, we found
That handful of earth that is suitable.
To see in it the signs of the whole earth.

Yes. You can survive in a heat, in a thunderstorm, in frosts,
Yes, you can hungry and cold
Go to death ...

But these three birches
When life cannot be given anyone.

That we call birth

What do we call birthday?
House where we live with you
And birrors along which
Next to my mother we go.

What do we call birthday?
Field with a thin spike
Our holidays and songs,
Warm evening outside the window.

What do we call birthday?
All that in the heart we take
And under the sky blue-blue
Flag of Russia over the Kremlin.

HELLO

Hello to you, my land is native,

With your Dark Forests,

With your grand river,

And non-beam fields!

Hello to you, the people are harmful,

Labor hero tireless

Among the winter and in summer heat!

Hello to you, my land is native!

About homeland, only about the motherland

What is this song weak birches,
Melody, full of light and tears?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
What is the cold granite of borders
Tooch birds flying away for winter?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.

In moments of sadness, in a godina adversity
Who is sick and who will save us?
Motherland, only Motherland.
Whom we need to warm
And in difficult days we must regret?
Motherland, cute homeland.

When we go to the interzpectoral flight,
What about our heart sings?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
We live in the name of good and love,
And your best songs and mine -
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland ...

Under the sun groaning and in the snow dust
And my Duma, and my prayers -
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.

I need to talk about Russia

I need to talk about Russia
Yes, so that loud poems pronounced,
Yes, so that I wanted to repeat,
More than all names say: Russia!

Stronger than all names to pronounce
Stronger mother, love is stronger
And on the mouth is gratifying
To singing waves, that far away shine.

Without once alone I was with you,
Asked fate, demanded advice,
And you have always been my destiny,
My star, unique light.

He shone me from maternal eye
And in the chest entered, and my blood penetrated,
And if he is in my chest of my rogs,
Then the heart B burst into the same moment!

On a wide spacious

On a wide spacious

Prejudice sometimes

Abyla zory got up

Over the country's country.

Every year everything is more

Dear edges ...

Better than our homeland

For peace for children

In any edge of any country

The guys do not want war.

They will have to join in life soon

They need a world, not a war,

Green noise of native boron,

They need a school to everyone

And the garden at the peaceful threshold,

Father and mother and father's house.

On white light space a lot

For those who get used to work.

For all children, for peace, for work!

Let each spoken ripes in the field,

Flower gardens, forests grow!

Who sows bread on a peaceful field,

Factories build, cities,

That for the guys of the orphan lobe

Oh, Russia!

Oh, Russia!
With a difficult fate country ...
I have you, Russia,
Like a heart, one.
I'll tell a friend,
I will say and enemy -
Without you,
Like without a heart
I can not live ...