Modern poets about the Russian language. Poems about the Russian language for children
I. S. Turgenev
Russian language
In days of doubt, in days of painful reflections on the fate of my homeland, you alone are my support and support, O great, powerful, truthful and free Russian language! Without you, how not to fall into despair at the sight of everything that happens at home? But one cannot believe that such a language was not given to a great people!
June, 1882
A. Shibaev
On a sunny July day
On a sunny July day
Flowers, flowers around
My Russian language is beautiful,
Like this summer meadow.
I walk along the narrow path
Trees to heaven!
Mighty is my Russian language
Like this Russian forest!
And in joy and in sadness -
He is with me every hour.
My native language is Russian,
Like a motherland!
M. Matusovsky
Where does the Motherland begin?
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the picture in your primer
With good and faithful comrades,
Living in a neighboring yard.
Or maybe it starts
From the song that our mother sang to us,
Since in any trials
No one can take away from us.
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the treasured bench at the gate,
From the very birch that is in the field,
Leaning under the wind, it grows.
Or maybe it starts
From the spring singing of the starling
And from this country road,
To which there is no end in sight.
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the windows burning in the distance,
From my father's old Budyonovka,
That somewhere in the closet we found.
Or maybe it starts
From the sound of wagon wheels
And from the oath that in youth
You brought it to her in your heart.
Where does the motherland begin?
M. Matusovsky
Our beautiful language
Our beautiful language
Rich and resonant
That powerful and passionate
It's softly melodious.
It also has a smile.
Both softness and kindness.
Written by him
Both stories and fairy tales.
magical pages,
Exciting books!
Love and keep
Our great language!
N. Pikuleva
Favorite word
Who's laying the spoon there?
Know this can't be!
We put the spoon on the table
And we are waiting for you for dinner.
Alexey Eroshin
Illiterate Pirate
Lived in the world uncivilized
And an illiterate pirate.
Throw trash past the bin
The pirate was terribly happy.
Without any shame
He plundered ships at sea,
And for reading smart books
Didn't work hard.
Once a pirate decided
Bury treasure on the beach
Exactly thirty-three rubies,
Each weighing one hundred carats.
But can't decide:
So that I do not put the abyss,
Put a treasure in the pit for him,
Put or put?
“Suddenly,” he thinks, “for trouble,
Treasure wrong put?
Somehow I, with such a situation,
I’ll go all over the world!”
The sadness of the pirate gnaws,
The pirate put down his knives.
put, or put -
What's the right way, tell me?
A. Shibaev
Heed the word
ROOM
She has changed!
And now it's raining
Quietly - do you hear? —
CRACKED,
CRACKED,
CRACKED
On the roof...
Probably now
DRUM
He will become…
DRUM!
DRUM!
A. Eroshin
word game
Not only children
They love hide and seek
Words can also play:
Hidden in CHARGING,
And in the draftsman -
Listen to the words for a moment:
The wasp hid.
At the bottom of the basket
napping cat,
And in the pavilion -
From buckwheat
Rivers flow out
Breams are splashing.
The sheep are hiding
A. Eroshin
wah
The frog likes words
with her favorite syllable "KVA",
Literally every word
where the favorite syllable is present:
in the apartment
(in reserve)
aquarium,
Undoubtedly, glorious words -
Quadriga
and square,
but hear me
not happy at all
three hundred and thirty times a day
about watercolor
and scuba,
and antiquarian
KVAk can
tired of the croaking of a wah,
I put ear plugs in.
T. Zumakulova
Native language
Native language!
He has known me since childhood
On it for the first time I said "mom",
On it I swore allegiance to the stubborn,
And every breath is clear to me on it.
Native language!
He is dear to me, he is mine,
On it the winds whistle in our foothills,
It was the first time I heard
Birds babble to me in green spring.
M. Kryukov
Many languages in the world of different
Many languages in the world of different
I couldn't learn them all
They are all beautiful in their own way.
Each has its own zest.
Berlin speaks German;
For me, he is the only one.
Melodic, flexible and melodious,
He has fascinated me since childhood.
And not in vain the great and mighty
Turgenev named our language.
Developing rapidly, dynamically,
absorbing different words.
The new one was great
And I can not, I believe, die!
A. Sumarokov
From the epistles about the Russian language
A. Yashin
Russian language
I love my mother tongue!
It is clear to everyone
He is melodious
As our power, mighty.
He is the language of the moon and planets,
Our satellites and rockets.
At the round table
Speak it:
unambiguous and direct,
It is like the truth itself.
F. Tyutchev
We can't predict
We can't predict
As our word will respond, -
And sympathy is given to us,
How do we get grace...
V. Poltoratsky
Word about words
Words are different
The efficient, the idle.
They are honest, truthful.
That flattering, false.
There is a word - consolation
And the word is suffocation.
There are sober and drunk
Foggy, foggy.
There are clean, diamond,
And there are shamelessly dirty,
Some will help straighten
Others - to etch the soul.
There is speech burning with fire,
There is stinking with smoldering.
Words of high valor
And the lowest meanness...
Poet, you are assigned
Sow the soul with seeds.
So this one is nothing but
The purest, the finest.
Not evil, not lascivious,
But kind and truthful.
So that the bread of kindness
Gave the field of eternity.
K. Balmont
I am the sophistication of Russian slow speech
I am the sophistication of Russian slow speech,
Before me is a friend of poets - forerunners,
I first discovered in this speech deviations,
Perepevnye, angry, gentle ringing.
I am a sudden break
I am the playing thunder
I am a clear stream
I am for everyone and no one.
Multi-foam splash, torn-fused,
Semi-precious stones of the original land,
Forest green May roll calls -
I will understand everything, I will take everything, taking it away from others.
Forever young as a dream
Strong in love
Both in yourself and in others,
I am an exquisite verse.
O. Ya. Yakovenko
Russian language
Having started a native word from Cyrillic,
And having studied it from A to Z,
There is no better than the native language,
While the native land sounds.
She sounds Yesenin in verse,
Here Mayakovsky, with a word, cuts the sound,
Beloved Pushkin is with us every day,
Both Fet and Tyutchev, there is no separation from them!
And how many Russian sounds are in the prose,
Tolstoy and Gogol, Sholokhov, friends,
They lead us, in a word, to the joy of consciousness,
That they are all Russian, like me!
I thank Methodius, Cyril
For letters, sounds, euphony of words,
What was instilled in us to the Russian language
Huge, endless love!
Anna Akhmatova
Courage
We know what's on the scales now
And what is happening now.
The hour of courage has struck on our clocks,
And courage will not leave us.
It's not scary to lie dead under the bullets,
It's not bitter to be homeless,
And we will save you, Russian speech,
Great Russian word.
We will carry you free and clean,
And we will give to our grandchildren, and we will save from captivity
Sergei Mikhalkov
True story for children (excerpt)
"Not! - we said to the fascists, -
Our people will not tolerate
To fragrant Russian bread
It was called "bro."
And from sea to sea
The Bolsheviks have risen
And from sea to sea
Russian regiments got up.
We got up, we are united with the Russians,
Belarusians, Latvians,
People of free Ukraine,
Both Armenians and Georgians
Moldovans, Chuvashs -
All Soviet peoples
Against a common enemy
All those who love freedom
And Russia is expensive!
N. Skakunova
great and mighty
He is also powerful
He's nabaty
sweet-smelling,
And thunderous!
He is majestic
He and the caller
floppy-curly
But relentless!
He is amazing!
And striking!
So amazing
Multi-accommodating!
Everyone who is used to expressing himself on it,
They love our wonderful Russian language!
S. Mikhalkov
Book Lover (fable)
To a friend to pass the time
He exclaimed and looked around
For complete collected works
Balzac and Hugo, Ozheshko and Dumas,
On new, elegant volumes,
Books of fairy tales and poems
Yesenin and Marshak,
That the shelves occupied almost to the ceiling ...
"I know I'm funny with my question,
You have read them all, you have comprehended all their wisdom.
But how do you get to the top books?”
“Yes, very easy! Vacuum cleaner!
I know, sometimes in other houses
They only erase dust from subscription publications.
N. Zabolotsky
Reading poetry
Curious, funny, and subtle:
The muttering of a cricket and a child
There is a certain sophistication.
And is it possible the Russian word
Turn into a chirping carduelis,
To make sense a living foundation
Not! Poetry puts up barriers
Our inventions, for she
Puts on a sorcerer's cap.
Forever believes in the life-giving,
Full of reason Russian language.
V. Shefner
Words
Many words on earth. There are daily words
The blue of the spring sky shines through them.
There are night words that we talk about during the day
We remember with a smile and sweet shame.
There are words - like wounds, words - like a court, -
They do not surrender with them and do not take prisoners.
Words can kill, words can save
In a word, you can lead the shelves behind you.
In a word, you can sell, and betray, and buy,
The word can be poured into smashing lead.
But there are words for all words in our language:
Glory, Motherland, Loyalty, Freedom and Honor.
I dare not repeat them at every step, -
Like banners in a case, I keep them in my soul.
Who often repeats them - I do not believe that
Forget about them in fire and smoke.
He will not remember them on the burning bridge,
They will be forgotten by another in a high position.
Anyone who wants to cash in on proud words
Offends the heroes of countless ashes,
Those in dark forests and damp trenches,
Without repeating these words, they died for them.
Let them not serve as a bargaining chip, -
Keep them in your heart with a golden coupon!
And do not make them servants in petty life -
Take care of their original purity.
When joy is like a storm, or sorrow is like night,
Only these words can help you!
G. Tukay
Native language
Oh, how good is the native language, the language of father and mother,
I have learned many things in the world through you forever!
First, in this language, shaking the unsteadiness, the mother sang,
And then - my grandmother tried to appease me with a fairy tale.
Native language, you helped me understand and joy from an early age,
And the pain of the soul, when it gets dark in the eyes, the clear light fades.
You, my native language, helped me to say the first prayer:
“Forgive me, father and mother, be generous, my God!”
V. Gordeychev
Native speech
Forged from eternal bronze
eternal Russian pronunciation,
hammered, deep
then akanye, then okanye.
Words in another proverb
sing, not pray.
Words are ringing bells
then - with glasses, then - with glasses. Here is the wand. And the club:
hit - the elephant will fall.
Here is the violin. Or a violinist:
plays - tears are pouring.
And the sounds of rivers are bright!
I love following them.
then complain about Setunya,
then talk to Besed.
Singing - over the trees -
nightingale snaps,
native speech, call
from every title!
You, like the river Rechitsa,
any pain will heal,
your words, prophetess,
murmur - and want to listen.
V. Schaefer
The spoken language is fading away
The spoken language is fading away
Conversational beauty;
Retreating into the unknown
Speeches of Russian miracles.
Hundreds of words, native and well-aimed,
Locked up like caged birds
Dozing in thick dictionaries.
You let them out of there
Return to everyday life,
So that speech - a human miracle -
Not missing these days.
S. Skachko
Language
Touch with reverence
To what you are armed
Create light and get drunk
Boundless Russian language
Severe and gentle, many-sided,
Skilled in all melodies
Our amazing language.
It suits him and the term is narrow,
And an interjectional sigh, and a cry,
Try to get deep.
Like Elochek and Fimok army
To overseas "ings", "shn" and "wow"
They want to press him, groaning.
D. Korotaev
Treasure your family, sweet word
W o u t
Native, sweet word:
M n o g o l and k and m -
Big tongue!
Our life OH -
F u r m e n s —
To all nations
The planets are familiar!
Take care of HIM
From flowery
Foreign
And words alien to us
So that the flow
From adverbs of streams -
Not eclipsed
Rodnica - Rodnikov!
Draw in it
Living force:
Russian dialects,
Songs, poems...
Everything that is expensive
S e r d c u,
To merge
IN LANGUAGE - As the Foundation of Foundations!
S. Abdullah
Learn Russian language
If you want to fight fate
If you are looking for the joy of a flower garden,
If you need solid support -
Learn, learn Russian.
He is your mentor - great, mighty,
He is a translator, he is a conductor.
If you storm knowledge steep -
Learn, learn Russian.
The Russian word lives on the pages
The world of inspiring Pushkin's books.
The Russian word is freedom lightning,
Learn, learn Russian!
Gorky's vigilance, Tolstoy's boundlessness,
Pushkin's lyrics are a pure spring,
The Russian word shines with a mirror -
Learn, learn Russian!
The world of the disunited is joylessly small,
The soldered world is immensely large.
My son, work, be useful to people,
Learn Russian language!
K. Balmont
Language, our magnificent language
Language, our magnificent language.
The chant, and the ringing, and the pilgrim's incense. In it, the cooing of a dove in the spring,
The rise of the lark to the sun - higher, higher.
The murmur of the underground key.
Cuckoo. At the well of youth.
Green meadow. Cheerful round dance.
Eve in the sky. In black - the run of lightning.
"Ay!" in the forest. Firefly at night.
A plow and a sickle with a ringing scythe.
It is nice here. And there, look, look.
Bye-bye. My dear. You fell asleep?
About him - there, in blue - about his native threshold.
And you will go along the path of Yermak,
Before the enemy you will cry out: “Closer, friends!”
An icy river will drown you
Rattlesnake waking dream
Crowning the full-flowing Neva
To the point where the Pacific Ocean
He bewitched the sunflower forces.
You exclaimed: "Pushkin!" Here he is, the bright god,
But Tomorrow will rise! With lightning and thunder!
A. Romanov
Russian language! Voiced granaries stock
Assembled by Vladimir Dal for us.
I will only touch his Dictionary,
Mighty Russia will blow into the soul.
Capital letters - what a tower.
The speech is alive - that the power itself.
As if in lightning, look at the pages -
The distance will unfold, the sky will open.
In nests like bees, words will rise.
Honeycombs, wisdom is alive in them.
In the arable land of the pages, suffering will stir.
Each word has its own groove.
Word by word - and speech is heard:
Russia will not bend, never die!..
In terrible turmoil, in need of some
Open this great book...
Leonid Kornilov
I don't need the last word
I don't need the last word.
And when the blood rushes under the Adam's apple.
From me, like a pin from a grenade,
Time will pull out the Russian language.
And break with deafening force
Light from the stars, like a flame from candles.
Above a funnel the size of Russia
Russian speech will rise into space.
Silence will cross all boundaries.
And half the world will forget the words.
And the moment of silence will last
Maybe a year, maybe a century, maybe two.
But when purses of shellfish
The world will beat itself to the bone,
He wakes up and remembers the Russians,
About the unmercenary - the Russian people,
Giving away Alaska and the truth,
And rising close to God.
I don't need the last word.
Russian will be spoken.
He is one of ours - the last great
Covers safely waste.
Not icons, but books, like faces,
Remain on the shelves of heights.
What do you want me to say...
As height reigns in space,
So the number of Russian letters in the alphabet
The age of Christ is measured.
With the ancient word, we are merged with the future.
Humanity is our student.
Our reading circle is the earth's orbit.
Our Motherland is the Russian language.
Valery Bryusov
My faithful friend! My enemy is insidious!
My king! My slave! Native language!
My poems are like altar smoke!
How fierce is my cry!
You gave wings to a crazy dream,
You wrapped your dream in fetters.
Saved me in the hours of impotence
And crushed with excess strength.
How often in the mystery of strange sounds
And in the hidden sense of words
I found the tune of the unexpected,
Poems that took possession of me!
But often, joy exhausted
Ile quiet intoxicated with longing,
I waited in vain to be in tune
With a trembling soul - your echo!
You wait like a giant.
I bow before you.
And yet I won't stop fighting
I am like Israel with a deity!
There is no limit to my perseverance.
You are in eternity, I am in short days,
But still, as a magician, submit to me,
Or turn the madman to dust!
Your wealth, by inheritance,
I, impudent, demand myself.
I'm calling, you answer
I'm coming - you be ready to fight!
But, defeated or winner,
I will fall down before you:
You are my avenger, you are my savior
Your world is forever my abode,
M. Efimov
I studied Russian diligently
I studied Russian diligently,
Befriended him inseparably
He inspired and charmed
With a simple, sonorous speech,
Reading Pushkin's poems
Inhaling the lines of freshness,
With excitement in my heart I knew
How beautifully gentle he is!
Nikolay Zabolotsky
Curious, funny, and subtle
Curious, funny, and subtle:
A verse almost like a verse.
The muttering of a cricket and a child
The writer has comprehended perfectly.
And in the nonsense of crumpled speech
There is a certain sophistication.
But is it possible human dreams
To sacrifice these amusements?
And is it possible the Russian word
Turn into a chirping carduelis,
To make sense a living foundation
Couldn't you sound through it?
Not! Poetry puts up barriers
Our inventions, for she
Not for those who, playing charades,
Puts on a sorcerer's cap.
The one who lives the real life
Who has been accustomed to poetry since childhood,
Forever believes in the life-giving,
Full of reason Russian language.
Mikhail Kryukov
Many languages in the world of different
Many languages in the world of different -
I couldn't learn them all
They are all beautiful in their own way.
Each has its own zest.
They speak French in Paris
Berlin speaks German;
My dear, familiar, Russian, is dear to me,
For me, he is the only one.
Melodic, flexible and melodious,
He has fascinated me since childhood.
And not in vain the great and mighty
Turgenev named our language.
Developing rapidly, dynamically,
Absorbing different words.
The new one was great
But the wisdom of the ancestors is alive in him.
Yes, and only our, Russian speech
You can sing free Russia!
Our Russian language will live forever
And I can not, I believe, die!
Andrey Biryuchkov
I love my Russian language
I love my Russian language
He is dearer to me in the world,
And I will appreciate it
I want to learn it too.
Mighty, rich language beautiful,
He is all like a clear dawn!
I never slang dirty
I won't pollute it!
Sergei Skachko
Touch with reverence
Touch with reverence
To what you are armed
Create light and get drunk
Boundless Russian language
Airy, juicy, tasty,
Severe and gentle, many-sided,
Skilled in all melodies
Our amazing language.
It suits him and the term is narrow,
And an interjectional sigh, and a cry,
Be proud that you understand Russian,
Try to get deep.
It's funny and sad to hear, right,
Like Elochek and Fimok army
To overseas "ings", "shn" and "wow"
They want to press him, groaning.
A. Sumarokov
Our language is sweet, pure, and magnificent, and rich
Our language is sweet, pure, and magnificent, and rich;
But sparingly we bring a good warehouse into it;
So that we do not disgrace him with ignorance,
We need to fix our entire warehouse at least a little.
Svetlana Sharova
We'll have no one to blame
We'll have no one to blame
What are you used to like the sun -
Great Pushkin language!!!
The price is only money and goods,
And the heart-rending cry is terrible lies ...
And they trample with mud a wondrous gift -
Priceless Pushkin's language!!!
But this is the fear of a temporary worker ...
And the life of a century in the future is a moment!
Coming to the nations for ages
Immortal Pushkin language!!!
V. Gordeychev
Forged from eternal bronze
Forged from eternal bronze
eternal Russian pronunciation,
hammered, deep
then akanye, then okanye.
Words in another proverb
sing, not pray.
Words are ringing bells
then - with glasses, then - with glasses.
Here is the wand. And the club:
hit - the elephant will fall.
Here is the violin. Or a violinist:
plays - tears are pouring.
And the sounds of rivers are bright!
I love following them.
then complain about Setunya,
then talk to Besed.
Singing - over the trees -
nightingale snaps,
native speech, call
from every title!
You, like the river Rechitsa,
any pain will heal,
your words, prophetess,
murmur - and want to listen.
Violetta Basha
Hit the Word - a bullet in the temple
Hit the Word - a bullet in the temple.
Distant lightning will pull the burning.
Lead shower of machine-gun lines
The turn of the century is torn into pages.
The machine will roar, choking on paper,
In the breaks of the earth's attraction -
Hit - fly - in Cyrillic - in ligature
Soaked in the blood of the Russian Word.
Alexander Yashin
I love my mother tongue
I love my mother tongue!
It is clear to everyone
He is melodious
He, like the Russian people, is many-sided,
As our power, mighty.
If you want - write songs, hymns,
If you want - express the pain of the soul.
Like rye bread, it smells,
As if the flesh of the earth is tenacious.
For big and small countries
He is for friendship
Given to the brotherhood.
He is the language of the moon and planets,
Our satellites and rockets.
On the board
round table
Speak it:
unambiguous and direct,
It is like the truth itself.
He, like our dreams, is great,
Life-giving Russian language!
Yunna Moritz
The language of insults is not a Russian language
The language of insults is not a Russian language,
And Russian is not a language of insults.
And no reboot
The Russian will not be confused.
Loading over or under
You can't go wrong with this kind of language.
He does not surrender the country and subsoil,
I don't fawn on anyone.
He does not give up and does not give up -
He has such a star
In the darkness of the heavenly well,
Where is the Russian speech Christmas.
And this holiday of Russian speech
Created by high depth -
Like the path where the trembling candles
They lead over the abyss of time.
We are not invalids of resentment.
We are in the universal draft
From the Arctic to Antarctica
We breathe in Russian.
Mikhail Lermontov
There are speeches - meaning
There are speeches - meaning
Dark or insignificant
But they don't care
It is impossible to take.
How full of their sounds
Crazy desire!
They are tears of separation
They have the thrill of goodbye.
Won't get an answer
Amid the noise of the world
Of flame and light
born word;
But in the temple, in the midst of the battle
And wherever I will be
Hearing him I
I know everywhere.
Without finishing the prayer
I will answer that sound
And throw myself out of the fight
I am towards him.
Konstantin Balmont
Language, our magnificent language
Language, our magnificent language.
River and steppe expanse in it,
In it screams of an eagle and a wolf roar,
The chant, and the ringing, and the pilgrim's incense.
In it the cooing of a dove in the spring,
The rise of the lark to the sun - higher, higher.
Birch Grove. Light through.
Heavenly rain spilled on the roof.
The murmur of the underground key.
Spring ray playing on the door.
In it is the One who did not take the swing of the sword,
And seven swords in the seer's heart.
And again the steady rumble of wide waters.
Cuckoo. At the well of youth.
Green meadow. Cheerful round dance.
Eve in the sky. In black - the run of lightning.
Bonfire of tramps behind the forest, on the mountain,
About the Nightingale the robber of an epic.
"Ay!" in the forest. Firefly at night.
In the autumn garden, red bunches of mountain ash.
A plow and a sickle with a ringing scythe.
One hundred winters in winter. Agile sleds.
Savraska runs at a meek trot.
A trotter flies like a horse of a winged fairy tale.
Shepherd's horn. Pity until dawn.
Native home. Longing became sharper.
It is nice here. And there, look, look.
We run. Let's fly. Let's go. There. For given.
Chu, the horn is different. It has a mad dash.
Yarit greyhounds and hounds doezzhachy.
Bye-bye. My dear. You fell asleep?
I pray. Pray. Not forever failure.
I will equip you for a long journey.
Out of the tightness, the roads stray.
How good it is to breathe in foreign lands
About him - there, in blue - about his native threshold.
Our snowdrop will always break through its snow.
In the scope of a thunderstorm, lightning bolts interlock.
Didn't our Oleg go to Tsar-grad?
Did not the flight of the Firebird call us at midnight?
And you will go along the path of Yermak,
Before the enemy you will cry out: "Closer, friends!"
An icy river will drown you
But for centuries you will swim in it in chain mail.
Realizing that the speech of river silver
Do not keep in a chained den,
You will go along the path of Peter,
To throw sea spray into the forest and the steppe.
Rattlesnake waking dream
You merge thought and power in a single choir,
Crowning the full-flowing Neva
With the Amber Sea in an eternal contract.
You will find the treasure you were looking for
Fill and sing minds and countries.
Isn't he yours, conjuring Baikal,
Where in the lake under the bottom do not sleep volcanoes?
You have thrown your booming camp camp,
His voice is golden, silver-winged,
To the point where the Pacific Ocean
He bewitched the sunflower forces.
You exclaimed: "Pushkin!" Here he is, the bright god,
Like a rainbow over our pond.
In the dark hour you will fit into a small sigh.
But Tomorrow will rise! With lightning and thunder!
Alexey Markov
Oh, how they pacified the French
Oh, how they pacified the French
My freedom-loving tongue!
At first they tried on salons,
But he was not used to salons.
Smelling of gunpowder and sweat
He was exiled to the stable.
Protested there but worked
His blacksmith's good ringing.
And as from a rude dialect,
The dandies fled from him,
Only in girls' songs in the evening
He was on his own.
Spit on royal halls -
There is not even laughter in Russian,
And with him they are related there in scandals,
Only to speak sin.
He is with the nurse at the village
Shelter will find at the chest
And with more power and brilliance
More to come, wait!
The Mongols tamed him,
Whips whipped on the run,
And he without complaints and sadness
He became richer for the evil of the enemy!
The Germans shortened my language,
In the teacher, having made his way to us,
From the words of the peasants they cleared:
Why does Russia need extra rubbish?!
But she cared so much about the Russian
Isn't that why there are an army of scientists,
How should one learn the language?
Yes, few people have a comfortable bathroom
Would you like to make an ocean?
And he is boundless spilled,
Given to the people in possession.
You will never fade
You won't get cold even for a moment.
I bow to you in Russian
The language of my great-great-grandfathers!
Yaroslav Smelyakov
Russian language
At your poor cradle
still barely audible at first,
Ryazan women sang
dropping words like pearls.
Under the dim tavern lamp
drooping wooden table
at a full untouched cup,
like a wounded falcon, coachman.
You walked on broken hooves
burned in the fires of the Old Believers,
washed in tubs and troughs,
a cricket on the stove whistled.
You, sitting on the late porch,
turning the face to the sunset,
took the ring from Koltsov,
took the ring from Kurbsky.
You, our great-grandfathers, are in captivity,
powdered face with flour,
grinded at the Russian mill
visiting Tatar language.
You took a little German
even though they could do more
so that they don't get it alone
the scientific importance of the earth.
You, smelling of rotten sheepskin
and grandfather's sharp kvass,
written with a black torch
and a white swan feather.
You are above prices and rates -
in the forty-first year, then
wrote in a German dungeon
on weak lime with a nail.
Lords and those disappeared
instantly and surely
when accidentally encroached
to the Russian essence of the language.
Zhelnov Igor
I want to write in Russian
I want to write in Russian
Everything I think, feel and see
What I love and hate in life
While the pen is still in my hand.
Should I pass the steps of centuries,
Lusting for the whole truth about Russia?
How much can I lift
From the time that sleeps under a bushel of words?
But I am a historian. I will not turn back.
Not knowing the deadlines drawn for me,
Over the homeland, departed from the origins,
I will unfold the wings of the annals.
And navigating the ship of my soul
Through the reefs of unrest, violence and anarchy,
I dare to believe that I will take part
In the coming enlightenment of kings.
I want to tell the people of this land
How the ancestors sinned and created,
So that we all do not forget those lessons
And with God in our hearts we went into the future!
There are many languages in the world
From different people.
For us, Russian has become native,
And there is none more expensive.
Beautiful, warm and dear,
It warms the soul.
On it we communicate with you,
Reading, writing, thinking
And we express thoughts.
There is nothing more beautiful for us.
We live it, we breathe it.
We live together in Russia
We all learn "Russian" together.
A. Shibaev
On a sunny July day
On a sunny July day
Flowers, flowers around
My Russian language is beautiful,
Like this summer meadow.
I walk along a narrow path -
Trees to heaven!
Mighty is my Russian language
Like this Russian forest!
And in joy and in sadness -
He is with me every hour.
My native language is Russian,
Like a motherland!
V. Rozhdestvensky
In native poetry, not an Old Believer at all
In native poetry, it’s not at all an Old Believer,
I have long loved old icons,
Their joyful colors are a sublime example
And the flight of Russian beauty is captured.
I know the cherished hymnal for centuries,
I'm used to quench my thirst with native speech,
Where Pushkin's iambs are a swift expanse
It contains the running of a horse and the wisdom of a man.
In the neighborhood of distant words I find kinship,
I like to bring their meaning and distance together,
All the more captivating for my palate
Rumbles of hard "r" and aspirated vowels.
Ring, thunder and sing, magic jet!
There was no such language in the world,
It has a quiet rustle of rye, and the roar of a nightingale,
And the oncoming thunderstorms have a brilliant beginning.
The language of Derzhavin and Lermontov's strings,
You are the flood of rivers that have spread wide,
The spacious rumble of the forests and the birds of Gamayun
Deaf singing in Blok's cello.
God grant that we preserve our great-grandfathers' heritage,
Do not dull your hearing where everything is new to him,
And, having melted the line, wait for bright meetings
With the insight of Pushkin and the colors of Rublev.
In unique, great times
People's prowess, labor and inspiration
God forbid we raise the Russian verse on ramen,
So that his life lasts, and strength, and movement!
Ivan Bunin
Word
The tombs, mummies and bones are silent,
Only the word is given life:
From the ancient darkness, on the world churchyard,
Only letters are heard.
And we have no other property!
Know how to save
Though to the best of my ability, in the days of anger and suffering,
Our immortal gift is speech.
Georgy Graubin
Lazy case
I asked Lezhebokin:
- Come on, tell me.
Why do you hate so much
Don't like cases?
Long time ago all schoolchildren
They are known by heart.
Learn them in two years
Only you couldn't.
I replied angrily:
That's not my fault.
Let them scientists first
Names will change.
After all, I'm creative
I do not study on purpose:
Work,
And even more so
I don't want to create.
A case like Dative
I have not been patient since childhood.
give, share something
I don't like with friends.
Prepositional I hate:
Not to learn a lesson
Have to invent
Any suggestion.
And in the accusative case
And at all I am angry:
Father in every prank
Always blames me.
— Yes, alteration, it seems,
Serious need.
And you yourself could new
Come up with names?
- I've been thinking about it for a long time.
taking,
dirty,
lying down,
disastrous,
lazy,
And finally, forgiveness.
Andrey Usachev
Great mighty Russian
Great mighty Russian
I showed the language to the Frenchman,
And he showed - French,
And I gave Monsieur in the belly.
We entered into battle with him close,
Rolling, screaming, growling...
But then he showed us English
A cheeky one Englishman.
Then the Frenchman and I got up
And showed two languages.
He immediately got into a fight with us,
And in boxing, he was not weak:
We showed him to the Pole,
Chinese and two Arabs.
Passers-by lifted us up with difficulty...
And we understood, fools:
What are our similar
Grammar
Grammar, grammar -
Science is very strict.
Grammar textbook
I always take it with concern.
She is difficult, but without her
Life would be bad.
How many rules, how many rules!
Unaccustomed to shiver!
Be careful - and only!
You will remember everything, you will understand everything.
I love you grammar!
You are smart and strict.
You my grammar
I'll get by a little!
Poems about mother tongue: 30 poems about mother tongue for children for International Mother Language Day.
Poems about mother tongue
Today, February 21, the world celebrates a holiday - International Mother Language Day. Native language and teaching children the native language is my profession and my favorite thing in life. Therefore, I decided to prepare for the holiday for you, dear readers of my site "Native Path", a selection of poems about the native language and native word.
In the article you will find:
Poems for preschoolers about their native language,
Poems for adults and schoolchildren about their native language,
Humorous poems about the native language.
Section 1. Poems about the native language for children of senior preschool age
For a small child, the native language is not a subject for study, but everyday life with its discoveries, joys, pranks, sorrows and adventures, it is a game with words and experiments in word creation.
A. Shibaev. On a sunny July day
On a sunny July day
Flowers, flowers around
My Russian language is beautiful,
Like this summer meadow.
I walk along the narrow path
Trees to heaven!
Mighty is my Russian language
Like this Russian forest!
And in joy and in sadness -
He is with me every hour.
My native language is Russian,
Like a motherland!
M. Matusovsky. Where does the Motherland begin?
Although this poem is about the Motherland, but ... it also talks about a lullaby, and about the first primer, and about communicating with friends - about everything that is impossible without the native language!
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the picture in your primer
With good and faithful comrades,
Living in a neighboring yard.
Or maybe it starts
From the song that our mother sang to us,
Since in any trials
No one can take away from us.
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the treasured bench at the gate,
From the very birch that is in the field,
Leaning under the wind, it grows.
Or maybe it starts
From the spring singing of the starling
And from this country road,
To which there is no end in sight.
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the windows burning in the distance,
From my father's old Budyonovka,
That somewhere in the closet we found.
Or maybe it starts
From the sound of wagon wheels
And from the oath that in youth
You brought it to her in your heart.
Where does the Motherland begin?
Our beautiful language
Our beautiful language
Rich and resonant
That powerful and passionate
It's softly melodious.
It also has a smile.
Both softness and kindness.
Written by him
Both stories and fairy tales.
magical pages,
Exciting books!
Love and keep
Our great language!
IN preschool age the kid learns the culture of oral speech in his native language and learns to speak without mistakes. The child learns to listen to the sound of words and to notice expressive figurative words in the speech of the people around him, in fiction. An older preschooler can already be aware of his speech and correct his mistakes in speech.
N. Pikuleva. Favorite word
Who's laying the spoon there?
Know this can't be!
Spoon we on the table put,
And we are waiting for you for dinner.
A. Shibaev. Heed the word
Was
SILENCE,
SILENCE,
SILENCE…
Suddenly
ROOM
GROMA
She has changed!
And now it's raining
Quietly - do you hear? -
CRACKED,
CRACKED,
CRACKED
On the roof...
Probably now
DRUM
He will become…
Already
DRUM!
Already
DRUM!
A. Eroshin. word game
This poem will be interesting for children who are learning to read. After reading this poem, try to find the words playing hide-and-seek.
For example, find what words denoting parts of the body are hidden in the words: fly agaric (ear), patties (ears), animal (belly), beads (moustache), tadpole (head), mitten (hand), Italy (waist).
Not only children
They love hide and seek
Words can also play:
Dawn -
Hidden in CHARGING,
And in the draftsman -
Owl.
Listen to the words for a moment:
in annoyance
The wasp hid.
At the bottom of the basket
napping cat,
And in the pavilion -
A fox.
From buckwheat
Rivers flow out
IN HAZHCHINA
Breams are splashing.
The sheep are hiding
IN WORDS.
So…
Search further!
In many words of the native language, the favorite word of the frog is hidden. Of course, your baby knows this word and can easily find it in other words!
And Yeroshin. wah
The frog likes words
with her favorite syllable "KVA",
Literally every word
where the favorite syllable is present:
Quarter,
equator,
cranberry,
Kvass,
in the apartment
swede
(in reserve)
Quartet,
aquarium,
Moscow…
Undoubtedly, glorious words -
primer,
Quadriga
and square,
but hear me
not happy at all
three hundred and thirty times a day
about watercolor
and scuba,
and antiquarian
KVAshnya!
KVAk can
for days
in the pond
such
Croak
nonsense!
tired of the croaking of a wah,
I put ear plugs in.
Section 2. Poems about the native language for children of school age
For children school age their native language becomes a subject for study, they learn the history and culture of their native people and learn how the worldview of the people is reflected in its language, learn to express their thoughts competently in writing, respect their native language and strive to develop a culture of speech.
T. Zumakulova Mother tongue
Native language!
He has known me since childhood
On it for the first time I said "mom",
On it I swore allegiance to the stubborn,
And every breath is clear to me on it.
Native language!
He is dear to me, he is mine,
On it the winds whistle in our foothills,
It was the first time I heard
Birds babble to me in green spring.
M. Kryukov. Many languages in the world of different
Many languages in the world of different
I couldn't learn them all
They are all beautiful in their own way.
Each has its own zest.
They speak French in Paris
Berlin speaks German;
My dear, familiar, Russian, is dear to me,
For me, he is the only one.
Melodic, flexible and melodious,
He has fascinated me since childhood.
And not in vain the great and mighty
Turgenev named our language.
Developing rapidly, dynamically,
Absorbing different words.
The new one was great
But the wisdom of the ancestors is alive in him.
Yes, and only our, Russian speech
You can sing free Russia!
Our Russian language will live forever
And I can not, I believe, die!
A. Sumarokov. From the epistles about the Russian language
Our language is sweet, pure, and magnificent, and rich;
But sparingly we bring a good warehouse into it;
So that we do not disgrace him with ignorance,
We need to fix our entire warehouse at least a little.
A. Yashin. Russian language
I love my mother tongue!
It is clear to everyone
He is melodious
He, like the Russian people, is many-sided,
As our power, mighty.
He is the language of the moon and planets,
Our satellites and rockets.
At the round table
Speak it:
unambiguous and direct,
It is like the truth itself.
F. Tyutchev. We can't predict
We can't predict
How our word will respond, -
And sympathy is given to us,
How do we get grace...
V. Poltoratsky. Word about words
Words are different
The efficient, the idle.
They are honest, truthful.
That flattering, false.
There is a word - consolation
And the word is suffocation.
There are sober and drunk
Foggy, foggy.
There are clean, diamond,
And there are shamelessly dirty,
Some will help straighten
Others - to etch the soul.
There is speech burning with fire,
There is stinking with smoldering.
Words of high valor
And the lowest meanness...
Poet, you are assigned
Sow the soul with seeds.
So this one is nothing but
The purest, the finest.
Not evil, not lascivious,
But kind and truthful.
So that the bread of kindness
Gave the field of eternity.
K. Balmont. I am the sophistication of Russian slow speech
I am the sophistication of Russian slow speech,
Before me is a friend of poets - forerunners,
I first discovered in this speech deviations,
Perepevnye, angry, gentle ringing.
I am a sudden break
I am the playing thunder
I am a clear stream
I am for everyone and no one.
Multi-foam splash, torn-fused,
Semi-precious stones of the original land,
Forest green May roll calls -
I will understand everything, I will take everything, taking it away from others.
Forever young as a dream
Strong in love
Both in yourself and in others,
I am an exquisite verse.
Yakovenko O. Ya. Russian language
Having started a native word from Cyrillic,
And having studied it from A to Z,
There is no better than the native language,
While the native land sounds.
She sounds Yesenin in verse,
Here Mayakovsky, with a word, cuts the sound,
Beloved Pushkin is with us every day,
Both Fet and Tyutchev, there is no separation from them!
And how many Russian sounds are in the prose,
Tolstoy and Gogol, Sholokhov, friends,
They lead us, in a word, to the joy of consciousness,
That they are all Russian, like me!
I thank Methodius, Cyril
For letters, sounds, euphony of words,
What was instilled in us to the Russian language
Huge, endless love!
A. Akhmatova. Courage (1942)
We know what's on the scales now
And what is happening now.
The hour of courage has struck on our clocks,
And courage will not leave us.
It's not scary to lie dead under the bullets,
It's not bitter to be homeless,
And we will save you, Russian speech,
Great Russian word.
We will carry you free and clean,
And we will give to our grandchildren, and we will save from captivity
N. Skakunova. great and mighty
He is also powerful
He's nabaty
sweet-smelling,
And thunderous!
He is majestic
He and the caller
floppy-curly
But relentless!
He is amazing!
And striking!
So amazing
Multi-accommodating!
Everyone who is used to expressing himself on it,
They love our wonderful Russian language!
S. Mikhalkov. Book Lover (fable)
To a friend to pass the time
I went uninvited guest.
"Have you started reading, my friend?" -
He exclaimed and looked around
For complete collected works
Balzac and Hugo, Ozheshko and Dumas,
On new, elegant volumes,
Books of fairy tales and poems
Yesenin and Marshak,
That the shelves occupied almost to the ceiling ...
"I know I'm funny with my question,
You have read them all, you have comprehended all their wisdom.
But how do you get to the top books?”
“Yes, very easy! Vacuum cleaner!
***
I know, sometimes in other houses
They only erase dust from subscription publications.
N. Zabolotsky. Reading poetry
Curious, funny, and subtle:
A verse almost like a verse.
The muttering of a cricket and a child
The writer has comprehended perfectly.
And in the nonsense of crumpled speech
There is a certain sophistication.
But is it possible human dreams
To sacrifice these amusements?
And is it possible the Russian word
Turn into a chirping carduelis,
To make sense a living foundation
Couldn't you sound through it?
Not! Poetry puts up barriers
Our inventions, for she
Not for those who, playing charades,
Puts on a sorcerer's cap.
The one who lives the real life
Who has been accustomed to poetry since childhood,
V. Shefner. Words
Many words on earth. There are daily words
The blue of the spring sky shines through them.
There are night words that we talk about during the day
We remember with a smile and sweet shame.
There are words - like wounds, words - like a court, -
They do not surrender with them and do not take prisoners.
Words can kill, words can save
In a word, you can lead the shelves behind you.
In a word, you can sell, and betray, and buy,
The word can be poured into smashing lead.
But there are words for all words in our language:
Glory, Motherland, Loyalty, Freedom and Honor.
I dare not repeat them at every step, -
Like banners in a case, I keep them in my soul.
Who often repeats them - I do not believe that
Forget about them in fire and smoke.
He will not remember them on the burning bridge,
They will be forgotten by another in a high position.
Anyone who wants to cash in on proud words
Offends the heroes of countless ashes,
Those in dark forests and damp trenches,
Without repeating these words, they died for them.
Let them not serve as a bargaining chip, -
Keep them in your heart with a golden coupon!
And do not make them servants in petty life -
Take care of their original purity.
When joy is like a storm, or sorrow is like night,
Only these words can help you!
G. Tukay. Native language
Oh, how good is the native language, the language of father and mother,
I have learned many things in the world through you forever!
First, in this language, shaking the unsteadiness, the mother sang,
And then - my grandmother tried to appease me with a fairy tale.
Native language, you helped me understand and joy from an early age,
And the pain of the soul, when it gets dark in the eyes, the clear light fades.
You, my native language, helped me to say the first prayer:
“Forgive me, father and mother, be generous, my God!”
translation: A. Chepurov
V. Gordeychev. Native speech
Forged from eternal bronze
eternal Russian pronunciation,
hammered, deep
then akanye, then okanye.
Words in another proverb
sing, not pray.
Words are ringing bells
then - with glasses, then - with glasses. Here is the wand. And the club:
hit - the elephant will fall.
Here is the violin. Or a violinist:
plays - tears are pouring.
And the sounds of rivers are bright!
I love following them.
then complain about Setunya,
then talk to Besed.
Singing - over the trees -
nightingale snaps,
native speech, call
from every title!
You, like the river Rechitsa,
any pain will heal,
your words, prophetess,
murmur - and want to listen.
V. Schaefer. The spoken language is fading away
The spoken language is fading away
Conversational beauty;
Retreating into the unknown
Speeches of Russian miracles.
Hundreds of words, native and well-aimed,
drooping, losing his voice,
Locked up like caged birds
Dozing in thick dictionaries.
You let them out of there
Return to everyday life,
So that speech - a human miracle -
Not missing these days.
S. Skachko. Language
Touch with reverence
To that. what are you armed with
Create light and get drunk
Boundless Russian language
Airy light. juicy. delicious,
Harsh and gentle. many-sided,
Skilled in all melodies
Our amazing language.
It suits him and the term is narrow,
And an interjection sigh. and cry,
Be proud. what do you understand russian
Try to get deep.
It's funny and sad to hear. right,
Like Elochek and Fimok army
To overseas "ings", "shn" and "wow"
His. grunting. want to squeeze.
D. Korotaev. Treasure your family, sweet word
W o u t
Native, sweet word:
M n o g o l and k and m -
Our life OH -
P r o r o s n o v a -
To all nations
Planets - a sign!
Take care of HIM
From flowery
Foreign
And words alien to us
So that the flow
From adverbs of streams -
Not eclipsed
Rodnikov - Rodnikov!
Draw in it
Living force:
Russian dialects,
Songs, poems ... -
Everything that is expensive
S e r d c u,
To merge
IN LANGUAGE - As the Foundation of Foundations!
S. Abdullah. Learn Russian language
If you want to fight fate
If you are looking for the joy of a flower garden,
If you need solid support
Learn, learn Russian.
He is your mentor - great, mighty,
He is a translator, he is a conductor.
If you storm knowledge steep -
Learn, learn Russian.
The Russian word lives on the pages
The world of inspiring Pushkin's books.
The Russian word is freedom lightning,
Learn, learn Russian!
Gorky's vigilance, Tolstoy's boundlessness,
Pushkin's lyrics are a pure spring,
The Russian word shines with a mirror -
Learn, learn Russian!
The world of the disunited is joylessly small,
The soldered world is immensely large.
My son, work, be useful to people,
Learn Russian language!
K. Balmont. Language, our magnificent language
Language, our magnificent language.
River and steppe expanse in it,
In it screams of an eagle and a wolf roar,
The chant, and the ringing, and the pilgrim's incense. In it, the cooing of a dove in the spring,
The rise of the lark to the sun - higher, higher.
Birch Grove. Light through.
Heavenly rain spilled on the roof.
The murmur of the underground key.
Spring ray playing on the door.
In it is the One who did not take the swing of the sword,
And seven swords in the seer's heart.
And again the steady rumble of wide waters.
Cuckoo. At the well of youth.
Green meadow. Cheerful round dance.
Eve in the sky. In black - the run of lightning.
Bonfire of tramps behind the forest, on the mountain,
About the Nightingale the robber of an epic.
"Ay!" in the forest. Firefly at night.
In the autumn garden, red bunches of mountain ash.
A plow and a sickle with a ringing scythe.
One hundred winters in winter. Agile sleds.
Savraska runs at a meek trot.
A trotter flies like a horse of a winged fairy tale.
Shepherd's horn. Pity until dawn.
Native home. Longing became sharper.
It is nice here. And there, look, look.
We run. Let's fly. Let's go. There. For given.
Chu, the horn is different. It has a mad dash.
Yarit greyhounds and hounds doezzhachy.
Bye-bye. My dear. You fell asleep?
I pray. Pray. Not forever failure.
I will equip you for a long journey.
Out of the tightness, the roads stray.
How good it is to breathe in foreign lands
About him - there, in blue - about his native threshold.
Our snowdrop will always break through its snow.
In the scope of a thunderstorm, lightning bolts interlock.
Didn't our Oleg go to Tsar-grad?
Did not the flight of the Firebird call us at midnight?
And you will go along the path of Yermak,
Before the enemy you will cry out: “Closer, friends!”
An icy river will drown you
But for centuries you will swim in it in chain mail.
Realizing that the speech of river silver
Do not keep in a chained den,
You will go along the path of Peter,
To throw sea spray into the forest and the steppe.
Rattlesnake waking dream
You merge thought and power in a single choir,
Crowning the full-flowing Neva
With the Amber Sea in an eternal contract.
You will find the treasure you were looking for
Fill and sing minds and countries.
Isn't he yours, conjuring Baikal,
Where in the lake under the bottom do not sleep volcanoes?
You have thrown your booming camp camp,
His voice is golden, silver-winged,
To the point where the Pacific Ocean
He bewitched the sunflower forces.
You exclaimed: "Pushkin!" Here he is, the bright god,
Like a rainbow over our pond.
In the dark hour you will fit into a small sigh.
But Tomorrow will rise! With lightning and thunder!
V. Rozhdestvensky. In native poetry, not an Old Believer at all
In native poetry, it’s not at all an Old Believer,
I have long loved old icons,
Their joyful colors are a sublime example
And the flight of Russian beauty is captured.
I know the cherished hymnal for centuries,
I'm used to quench my thirst with native speech,
Where Pushkin's iambs are a swift expanse
It contains the running of a horse and the wisdom of a man.
In the neighborhood of distant words I find kinship,
I like to bring their meaning and distance together,
All the more captivating for my palate
Rumbles of hard "r" and aspirated vowels.
Ring, thunder and sing, magic jet!
There was no such language in the world,
It has a quiet rustle of rye, and the roar of a nightingale,
And the oncoming thunderstorms have a brilliant beginning.
The language of Derzhavin and Lermontov's strings,
You are the flood of rivers that have spread wide,
The spacious rumble of the forests and the birds of Gamayun
Deaf singing in Blok's cello.
God grant that we preserve our great-grandfathers' heritage,
Do not dull your hearing where everything is new to him,
And, having melted the line, wait for bright meetings
With the insight of Pushkin and the colors of Rublev.
In unique, great times
People's prowess, labor and inspiration
God forbid we raise the Russian verse on ramen,
So that his life lasts, and strength, and movement!
Section 3. With humor about the Russian language
I really liked these humorous poems. And I decided to end this article about poems about my native language on a cheerful note. Smile with the authors of poems!
A. Eroshin. Illiterate Pirate
Lived in the world uncivilized
And an illiterate pirate.
Throw trash past the bin
The pirate was terribly happy.
Without any shame
He plundered ships at sea,
And for reading smart books
Didn't work hard.
Once a pirate decided
Bury treasure on the beach
Exactly thirty-three rubies,
Each weighing one hundred carats.
But can't decide:
So that I do not put the abyss,
Put a treasure in the pit for him,
Put or put?
“Suddenly,” he thinks, “for trouble,
Treasure wrong put?
Somehow I, with such a situation,
I’ll go all over the world!”
The sadness of the pirate gnaws,
The pirate put down his knives.
Put, or put -
What's the right way, tell me?
G. Graubin. Lazy case
I asked Lezhebokin:
- Come on, tell me.
Why do you hate so much
Don't like cases?
Long time ago all schoolchildren
They are known by heart.
Learn them in two years
Only you couldn't.
I replied angrily:
- That's not my fault.
Let them scientists first
Names will change.
After all, I'm creative
I do not study on purpose:
Work,
And even more so
I don't want to create.
A case like Dative
I have not been patient since childhood.
give, share something
I don't like with friends.
Prepositional I hate:
Not to learn a lesson
Have to invent
Any suggestion.
And in the accusative case
And at all I am angry:
Father in every prank
Always blames me.
- Yes, alteration, it seems,
Serious need.
And you yourself could new
Come up with names?
- I've been thinking about it for a long time.
taking,
dirty,
lying down,
disastrous,
lazy,
And finally, forgiveness
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Statements about the Russian language:
The Russian language in skillful hands and in experienced lips is beautiful, melodious, expressive, flexible, obedient, dexterous and roomy.
A. I. Kuprin
We have been given possession of the richest, most accurate, powerful and truly magical Russian language.
K. G. Paustovsky
In days of doubt, in days of painful reflections on the fate of my homeland - you are my only support and support, oh great, powerful, truthful and free Russian language!., you can’t believe that such a language was not given to a great people!
I. S. Turgenev
There is nothing sedimentary or crystalline in Russian; everything excites, breathes, lives.
A. S. Khomyakov
The Russian language is inexhaustibly rich and everything is enriched with astonishing speed.
M. Gorky
The Russian language is a language created for poetry, it is unusually rich and remarkable mainly for its subtlety of shades.
P. Merimee
Many Russian words themselves radiate poetry, just as precious stones radiate a mysterious brilliance...
K. G. Paustovsky
You marvel at the preciousness of our language: every sound is a gift: everything is grainy, large, like pearls themselves, and, really, there is another name for the most precious thing itself.
N. V. Gogol
Our beautiful language, under the pen of unlearned and unskilful writers, is rapidly declining. Words are distorted. Grammar fluctuates. Spelling, this heraldry of the language, changes according to the arbitrariness of everyone and everyone.
A. S. Pushkin
We spoil the Russian language. We use foreign words unnecessarily. And we use them incorrectly. Why say defects, when you can say gaps, shortcomings, shortcomings? Isn't it time to declare war on the use of foreign words without much need?
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin
Take care of the purity of the language as a shrine! Never use foreign words. The Russian language is so rich and flexible that we have nothing to take from those who are poorer than us.
Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
To use a foreign word when there is a Russian word equivalent to it means to insult both common sense and common taste.
V. Belinsky
In fact, for an intelligent person, speaking badly should be considered as indecent as not being able to read and write.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
To deal with the language somehow means to think somehow: approximately, inaccurately, incorrectly.
A.N. Tolstoy
Take care of our language, our beautiful Russian language - this is a treasure, this is a property handed down to us by our predecessors! Treat this mighty weapon with respect.
I. S. Turgenev
What is language? First of all, it is not only a way to express your thoughts, but also to create your thoughts. Language has the opposite effect. A person who turns his thoughts, his ideas, his feelings into language… he is also, as it were, permeated by this way of expression.
A. N. Tolstoy
In days of doubt, in days of painful reflections on the fate of my homeland, you are my only support and support, O great, powerful, truthful and free Russian language! Without you - how not to fall into despair at the sight of everything that happens at home? But one cannot believe that such a language was not given to a great people!
I.S. Turgenev
The Russian language in skillful hands and experienced lips is beautiful, melodious, expressive, flexible, obedient, dexterous and roomy.
A.I. Kuprin
There is no word that would be so bold, brisk, so bursting out from under the very heart, so seething and vibrant, as aptly said Russian word.
N. Gogol
Language is the history of the people. Language is the way of civilization and culture. Therefore, the study and preservation of the Russian language is not an idle occupation with nothing to do, but an urgent need.
A. Kuprin
Russian language! For thousands of years this flexible, magnificent, inexhaustibly rich, intelligent poetic people has been creating ... an instrument of their social life, their thoughts, their feelings, their hopes, their anger, their great future ... The people weaved an invisible web of the Russian language with a wondrous ligature: bright as a rainbow after the spring rain , as accurate as arrows, sincere as a song over a cradle, melodious ... The dense world, on which he threw a magic net of words, submitted to him like a brimmed horse.
A.N. Tolstoy
To treat language somehow means to think somehow: inaccurately, approximately, incorrectly.
A.N. Tolstoy
There are no such sounds, colors, images and thoughts - complex and simple - for which there would be no exact expression in our language.
… You can do wonders with the Russian language!
K.G. Paustovsky
The Russian language is inexhaustibly rich, and everything is enriched with astonishing speed.
Maksim Gorky
You marvel at the treasures of our language: every sound is a gift; everything is granular, large, like pearls themselves, and really, another name is more precious than the thing itself.
N.V. Gogol
Take care of our language, our beautiful Russian language is a treasure, it is a property handed down to us by our predecessors! Treat this mighty weapon with respect; in the hands of the skilful, it is able to perform miracles.
I.S. Turgenev
It's not scary to lie dead under the bullets,
It is not bitter to be homeless, -
And we will save you, Russian speech,
Great Russian word.
We will carry you free and clean,
And we will give grandchildren, and we will save from captivity,
Forever.
There is a grace
In consonance with the words of the living,
And breathes incomprehensible,
Holy beauty in them.
M. Yu. Lermontov
Language is the confession of the people,
His soul and life are dear.
P. A. Vyazemsky
Blessed is he who firmly rules by word
And keeps his thought on his leash.
A. S. Pushkin
Sounding so wonderful in Pushkin,
Our tongue writhes in anguish,
When they send ungodly
On it, in Russian.
E. A. Evtushenko
Language, our magnificent language,
River and steppe expanse in it,
It has the screams of an eagle and a wolf roar,
The chant, and the ringing, and the pilgrim's incense.
K. D. Balmont
And we will save you, Russian speech,
Great Russian word.
We will carry you free and clean,
And we will give to our grandchildren, and we will save from captivity
Forever!
A. A. Akhmatova
Friends, take care of yourself
When you speak Russian.
After all, this is our native language -
Save it for your grandchildren!
E. Ya. Vesnik
He came to us by inheritance,
For us, he is the most precious
We replace someone else's copper
We do not dare to gold it.
Like a guardian of a precious cup,
We must save the gift of centuries
And the new brilliance of our life
Enrich native speech.
S. N. Sergeev-Tsensky
Learn Russian language
If you want to fight fate
If you are looking for the joy of a flower garden,
If you need a solid support -
Learn Russian language!
He is your great mentor, mighty,
He is a translator, he is a conductor.
If you storm knowledge steep -
Learn Russian language
S. Abdullah
... our wonderful language,
Metallic, sonorous, self-humming.
Rampant, well-aimed our language!
N. M. Yazykov
Word
Silent tombs, mummies and bones -
Only the word is given life:
From the ancient darkness, on the world churchyard,
Only letters are heard.
And we have no other property!
Know how to save
Though to the best of my ability, in the days of anger and suffering,
Our immortal gift is speech.
I. A. Bunin
Lords and those disappeared
Instantly and surely
When accidentally encroached
On the Russian essence of the language.
Ya. V. Smelyakov
There are speeches - meaning
Dark or insignificant
But they don't care
It is impossible to take.
How full of their sounds
Crazy desire!
They are tears of separation
They have the thrill of goodbye.
Won't get an answer
Amid the noise of the world
Of flame and light
born word;
But in the temple, in the midst of the battle
And wherever I will be
Upon hearing it, I
I know everywhere.
Without finishing the prayer
I will answer that sound
And throw myself out of the fight
I am towards him.
M. Yu. Lermontov
Words
Many words on earth. There are daily words -
The blue of the spring sky shines through them.
There are night words that we talk about during the day
We remember with a smile and sweet shame.
There are words - like wounds, words - like a court, -
They do not surrender with them and do not take prisoners.
Words can kill, words can save
In a word, you can lead the shelves behind you.
In a word, you can sell, and betray, and buy,
The word can be poured into smashing lead.
But there are words for all words in our language:
Glory, Motherland, Loyalty, Freedom and Honor.
I dare not repeat them at every step, -
Like banners in a case, I keep them in my soul.
Who often repeats them - I do not believe that
He will forget about them in fire and smoke.
He will not remember them on the burning bridge,
They will be forgotten by another in a high position.
Anyone who wants to cash in on proud words
Countless dust offends the heroes,
Those in dark forests and damp trenches,
Without repeating these words, they died for them.
Let them not serve as a bargaining chip, -
Keep them in your heart as a golden standard!
And do not make them servants in petty life -
Take care of their original purity.
When joy is like a storm, or sorrow is like night,
Only these words can help you!
V. S. Shefner
Native language!
He has known me since childhood.
On it for the first time I said "mom",
On it I swore stubborn fidelity,
And every breath is clear to me on it.
Native language!
He is dear to me, he is mine,
On it the winds whistle in our foothills,
It was the first time I heard
Birds babble to me in green at times.
But like a native
I love Russian language
I need him like heaven
Every moment.
On it live, quivering feelings
They opened up to me.
And the world opened up in them.
I understood the Russian word "happiness",
Great happiness to live in a big country,
With him I'm not afraid of grief and bad weather,
With him I will not burn in any fire.
Two rivers flow in the heart, without shallowing,
become one river...
Forgetting my native language, I will become numb.
Having lost Russian, I will become deaf.
T. M. Zumakulova
***
The old syllable attracts me.
There is charm in ancient speech.
She happens to be our words
and more modern and sharper.
Shout: "Half the kingdom for the horse!" -
what a temper and generosity!
But it will come down on me
last fervor futility.
Someday I'll wake up in the dark
forever losing the battle,
and it will come to my mind
madman of the ancient decision.
Oh, what a half kingdom for me!
A child taught by the age
I will take a horse, I will give a horse
for half a moment with a man,
loved by me. God be with you,
Oh my horse, my horse, zealous horse.
I'm gratuitously your reason
I will weaken - and the herd is dear
you will catch up, you will catch up there,
in the steppe empty and red.
And I'm bored with ramblings
these victories and defeats.
I feel sorry for the horse! I'm sorry love!
And in a medieval manner
lies under my feet
just a footprint left by a horseshoe.
B. A. Akhmadulina
Word
On that day, when over the new world
God bowed his face, then
The sun was stopped by a word,
In a word, cities were destroyed.
And the eagle did not flap its wings,
The stars huddled in horror against the moon,
If, like a pink flame,
The word floated above.
And for the low life there were numbers
Like domestic, under-yoke cattle,
Because all shades of meaning
Smart number transmits.
The patriarch is gray-haired, under his arm
Conquering both good and evil,
Not daring to turn to the sound,
He drew a number in the sand with a cane.
But we forgot that shining
Only a word amid earthly anxieties,
And in the Gospel of John
It is said that the word is God.
We set him a limit
The meager limits of nature,
And, like bees in an empty hive,
Dead words smell bad.
N. S. Gumilyov
Native language
My faithful friend! My enemy is insidious!
My king! My slave! Native language!
My poems are like altar smoke!
How fierce is my cry!
You gave wings to a crazy dream,
You wrapped your dream in fetters.
Saved me in the hours of impotence
And crushed with excess strength.
How often in the mystery of strange sounds
And in the hidden sense of words
I found the tune of the unexpected,
Poems that took possession of me!
But often, joy exhausted
Ile quiet intoxicated with longing,
I waited in vain to be in tune
With a trembling soul - your echo!
You wait like a giant.
I bow before you.
And yet I won't stop fighting
I am like Israel with a deity!
There is no limit to my perseverance.
You are in eternity, I am in short days,
But still, as a magician, submit to me,
Or turn the madman to dust!
Your wealth, by inheritance,
I, impudent, demand myself.
I'm calling, you answer
I'm coming - you be ready to fight!
But, defeated or winner,
I will fall down before you:
You are my avenger, you are my savior
Your world is forever my abode,
Your voice is the sky above me!
V. Ya. Bryusov
Statements about the Russian language
The Russian language is a language created for poetry, it is unusually rich and remarkable for its subtlety of shades.
P. Merimee
The Russian language, as far as I can judge of it, is the richest of all European dialects and seems deliberately created to express the subtlest shades. Gifted with wonderful conciseness, combined with clarity, he is content with one word to convey thoughts when another language would need whole phrases for this.
P. Merimee
Charles the Fifth, the Roman emperor, used to say that it was proper to speak Spanish with God, French with friends, German with enemies, Italian with women. But if he were skilled in the Russian language, then, of course, he would add to that that it was decent for them to speak with all of them, for he found in it the splendor of Spanish, the liveliness of French, the strength of German, the tenderness of Italian, and, moreover, the brevity rich and strong in images. Greek and Latin languages.
The language, which the Russian power of a great part of the world commands, in its power has a natural abundance, beauty and strength, which is not inferior to any European language. And for that there is no doubt that the Russian word could not be brought to such perfection, which we are surprised at in others.
M. V. Lomonosov
Beauty, majesty, strength and wealth Russian language It is clear enough from books written in past centuries, when our ancestors did not yet know any rules for compositions, but they hardly thought that they existed or could exist.
M. V. Lomonosov
You marvel at the preciousness of our language: every sound is a gift: everything is grainy, large, like pearls themselves, and, really, there is another name for the most precious thing itself.
N. V. Gogol
In every word there is an abyss of space, every word is immense ...
N. V. Gogol
The greatest wealth of a people is its language! For thousands of years countless treasures of human thought and experience have accumulated and live forever in the word.
M. A. Sholokhov
Every nation has distinguished itself in its own way, each with its own word, which, expressing any object, reflects in its expression part of its own character. The word of the Briton will respond with the knowledge of the heart and the wise knowledge of life; The short-lived word of a Frenchman will flash and scatter like a light dandy; the German will intricately invent his own, not accessible to everyone, cleverly thin word; but there is no word that would be so bold, brisk, so burst out from under the very heart, so seething and quivering like a well-spoken Russian word.
N. V. Gogol
Read folk tales, young writers, to see the properties of the Russian language.
A. S. Pushkin
Language is the age-old work of an entire generation.
V. I. Dal
Let there be honor and glory to our language, which in its native wealth, almost without any foreign admixture, flows like a proud, majestic river - it makes noise, thunders - and suddenly, if necessary, softens, murmurs in a gentle stream and sweetly flows into the soul, forming all measures that consist only in the fall and rise of the human voice.
N. M. Karamzin
Our Russian language, more than all the new ones, is perhaps capable of approaching the classical languages in its richness, strength, freedom of location, abundance of forms.
N. A. Dobrolyubov
To use a foreign word when there is a Russian word equivalent to it means to insult both common sense and common taste.
V. G. Belinsky
There is no doubt that Russian is one of the richest languages in the world.
V. G. Belinsky
Only by assimilating the original material, that is, the native language, to the best possible perfection, will we be able to master the foreign language to the highest possible perfection, but not before.
F. M. Dostoevsky
In days of doubt, in days of painful reflections about the fate of my homeland - you are my only support and support, O great, powerful, truthful and free Russian language! Without you - how not to fall into despair at the sight of everything that happens at home? But one cannot believe that such a language was not given to a great people!
I. S. Turgenev
The Russian language in skillful hands and experienced lips is beautiful, melodious, expressive, flexible, obedient, dexterous and roomy.
A. I. Kuprin
Language is the history of the people. Language is the way of civilization and culture. Therefore, the study and preservation of the Russian language is not an idle occupation with nothing to do, but an urgent need.
A. I. Kuprin
To deal with the language somehow means to think somehow: inaccurately, approximately, incorrectly.
A. N. Tolstoy
The word is the great weapon of life.
V. O. Klyuchevsky
The Russian language is inexhaustibly rich and everything is enriched with astonishing speed.
M. Gorky
Our speech is predominantly aphoristic, distinguished by its conciseness and strength.
M. Gorky
The greatest value of a people is its language. The language in which he writes, speaks, thinks.<...>Language and thought are closely related. If language becomes impoverished, thinking becomes impoverished. Language is based in its development on writing, and in it mainly on literature. And literature is of tremendous importance for the development of morality.<...>Much has been written about the Russian language as the language of the people. It is one of the most perfect languages in the world, a language that has developed over more than a millennium, giving rise to the best literature and poetry in the world in the 19th century.
D. S. Likhachev
Language is a ford across the river of time, it leads us to the home of the departed; but no one who is afraid of deep water can come there.
V. M. Illich-Svitych
The Russian language is revealed to the end in its truly magical properties and wealth only to those who deeply love and know "to the bone" their people and feel the hidden charm of our land.
K. G. Paustovsky
True love for one's country is unthinkable without love for one's language.
K. G. Paustovsky
There are no such sounds, colors, images and thoughts - complex and simple - for which there would be no exact expression in our language.
… You can do wonders with the Russian language!
K. G. Paustovsky
We have been given possession of the richest, most accurate, powerful and truly magical Russian language.
K. G. Paustovsky
Many Russian words themselves radiate poetry, just as precious stones radiate a mysterious brilliance...
K. G. Paustovsky
The natural wealth of the Russian language and speech is so great that without further ado, listening to the time with your heart, in close contact with a simple person and with a volume of Pushkin in your pocket, you can become an excellent writer.
M. M. Prishvin
Reflecting geographical expanse and "sociality" different peoples, the image of "ever-creating Russia", the Russian language carries the enduring values of beauty and grace, which, according to Dostoevsky, "will save everything."
V. G. Kostomarov
A truly strong and healthy, balanced person will not needlessly speak loudly, will not swear and use slang words. After all, he is sure that his word is already weighty.
D. S. Likhachev
Sayings about literature
Literature in all its forms is nothing but the shadow of good conversation.
R. Stevenson
Literature gives us a colossal, vast and profound experience of life. It makes a person intelligent, develops in him not only a sense of beauty, but also understanding - an understanding of life, all its complexities, serves as a guide to other eras and to other peoples, opens people's hearts to you. In a word, makes you wise.
D. S. Likhachev
Literature is the expression of society, just as the word is the expression of man.
L. G. A. Bonald
Literature is the guide of the human mind to the human race.
V. Hugo
No genre of literature contains as much fiction as biographical.
W. E. Channing (Channing)
Literature is withdrawn from the laws of corruption. She alone does not recognize death.
M. E. Saltykov-Shchedrin
Scholarly literature saves people from ignorance, and elegant literature from rudeness and vulgarity.
N. G. Chernyshevsky
Literature is born from the depths of the people's soul.
A. Mitskevich
Society finds in literature its real life, elevated to an ideal, brought to consciousness.
V. G. Belinsky
Literature ... must be faithful to the people, must passionately and zealously stand up for its progress, prosperity and happiness.
Ch. Dickens
Literature is when the reader is as talented as the writer.
M. A. Svetlov
Literature is such an occupation in which you have to prove again and again that you have talent to people who are deprived of any talents.
J. Renard
Literature deteriorates only to the extent that people become more corrupt.
I. Goethe
The trouble with other literature is that thinking people don't write, and writers don't think.
P. A. Vyazemsky
In literature, as in life, one rule must be remembered that a person will regret a thousand times that he has said a lot, but never a little.
A. F. Pisemsky
Just as in politics one well-aimed word, one wit often has a more decisive effect than a whole Demosthenes speech, so in literature miniatures often live longer than thick novels.
S. Zweig
Not a few literary works owe their success to the squalor of the author's thoughts, for it is akin to the squalor of the public's thoughts.
N. Chamfort
Manuscripts do not burn.