DEEPLY ADORED READERS!
I received from you three wagons of letters written in multicolored block letters. Those who have seen the cartoon “Big Secret for a Small Company” ask: “Do you have any more secrets? How many? And what?" I answer: “There is! Anyone! A lot of them! What do you want? " For example, you ask: "Open a secret - what to do if a Lonely Scarecrow lives in a dark room?" You are welcome! I reveal a secret: we urgently need to hug and stroke the Scarecrow so that it ceases to be so lonely. And then - to make fun of it, so that it ceases to be a Scarecrow, but becomes a Ridiculous!
Or, for example: "Discover the secret - who do you love more than anything else?" You are welcome! Someone who is always growing. Someone with whom something happens all the time. Someone who flies in a dream. Someone who is able to ask three carriages of questions and rush off into the world of exciting adventures, dangers and great discoveries ... Quite right! You guessed! More than anything I love ... you! And so for 30 years now I have been whistling my poems for you like a hedgehog with a hole in my right side. And I will also say (in secret!) That everything in this book is the pure truth and was personally with me. Indeed, for the sake of such a serious matter as poetry for you, I can turn into a Pony, into a Happy Frog, into a Sailor Cat, into a Laughing Confusion, into a Flying Horse, so that you, my dears, swim in the Sea of \u200b\u200bMiracles.
Your poet Junna Moritz
Happy breakfast
HEDGEHOG RUBBER
Along the viburnum grove,
Along the aspen grove
On a birthday to a puppy
In a crimson hat
There was a rubber hedgehog
With a hole in the right side.
Have a hedgehog
Rain umbrella
Hat and a pair of galoshes.
Ladybug
Flower head
The hedgehog bowed affectionately.
Hello Christmas trees!
What do you need needles for?
Are we the wolves around?
Shame on you!
It hurts,
When a friend bristled.
Sweet bird,
Please come down -
You have lost your pen.
On the red alley
Where the maples are red
A find is waiting for you in the bureau.
The sky is radiant
The cloud is clear.
On a birthday to a puppy
Rubber hedgehog
Walked and whistled
A hole in the right side.
Many tracks
This hedgehog passed.
And what did he give his friend?
About this he Vanya
Whistled in the bath
A hole in the right side!
A TALE ABOUT THE SONG
All the kids
Love to sing
All calves
Love to sing
All curls
On a lamb
They love to whistle songs!
And who sings a song
sometimes,
He will not die of fear
never!
And who always sings a song
Tom's paw
even a wolf
serves!
Because -
Oh no no no! -
never
Clap a song
can not
nobody!
And here is the song
into one
sit-
Oh-oh-oh! -
even a wolf
eat!
Because of,
such a good fellow
All the frogs are singing
over the river,
All the grasshoppers are singing
in the meadow!
And can I not sing?
I can not!
All the kids
Love to sing
All calves
Love to sing
All curls
On a lamb
They love to whistle songs!
JUMP-PLAY!
There is a hut in the forest,
And Petrushka lives in it,
A little animal is coming to him
Jump-play!
Deer,
Rhinos,
Bears from the den
Come for each other
Jump-play!
Roe deer and raccoons
Hedgehog
And hippos
Run after the hunt
Jump-play!
Robin,
Oatmeal,
Live monkey
Everyone has the same thing -
Jump-play!
And I was a tit
A funny nosed bird
And flew in too
Jump-play!
I was hiding
From cats
And ate all kinds of midges
But I still managed
Jump-play!
Now that being said,
I'm not a tit at all
I don't run from cats
And I don't catch midges
But on a holiday
At Petrushka's
Jump at the party
Like other animals
I still love!
HELLO ROBOT!
Hello Robot,
Iron buddy!
Are you tired
My dear friend?
Annotation
A collection of famous poems for children - small and not so, we know them well from cartoons and songs. Who does not know a rubber hedgehog?
Illustrations by Mikhail Samuilovich Belomlinsky.
DEEPLY ADORED READERS!
Happy breakfast
HEDGEHOG RUBBER
A TALE ABOUT THE SONG
JUMP-PLAY!
HELLO ROBOT!
SPRING IS COMING IN THE CITY!
RASPBERRY CAT
DOLPHIN DOLPHIN
GREAT SECRET FOR A SMALL COMPANY
FRESH BOOK
WITH GLASSES AND WITHOUT GLASSES
Scarecrow
MERRY BREAKFAST
IT IS VERY INTERESTING
BUBBED KETTLE
I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT PURCHASE
HAPPY BEETLE
The gnome's house, the gnome's home!
HOUSE WITH A PIPE
WHAT IS WHAT LIKE
HUNDRED FANTASY
NOTEBOOK FOR FAIRY TALES
HOUSE GNOME, GNOME - HOUSE!
LONG POOL
THE GOAT WAS YOUNG
VANECHKA-SHEPHERD
TALKED THINGS
PARROT AND DUCK
WORKING OLD WOMAN
I AM VARENIKI
ELEPHANT, ELEPHANT AND ELEPHANT
Everything is not from nutrition, but from education!
BALLAD OF CHOCOLATE FOCUS
A VERY THOUGHTING DAY
COME VISIT!
WASH YOUR SOCKS!
ZHORA KOSHKIN
FUNNY FROG
TICKET TO THE COTTAGE
THIS IS YES! THIS IS NO!
DO NOT BELIEVE THE WOLF!
THE END OF BORIS SHUTILKIN
YOU YES ME, YES WE ARE WITH YOU!
WHAT ABOVE WHAT?
THERE WAS ONE GARDENER
WHO IS STRONGER?
THE KITTEN IS A WORKER
FAVORITE PONY
THE CAT WALKED OUT FOR A WALK
WHITE CHAMOMILE
Sea of \u200b\u200bwonders
SONG ABOUT A FAIRY TALE
Whisked pod
SEAFISH CAT
SEA OF WONDERS
WATER LILY
GREAT HORSE SECRET
LIVE-WAS SWEET
HUGE DOG SECRET
Laughing Confusion
GREEN ONION IN WATER
SHIP
EXCITING QUESTION
FIRST OF SEPTEMBER
THAT WE ALL FLY AND GROW!
DEEPLY ADORED READERS!
I received from you three wagons of letters written in multicolored block letters. Those who have seen the cartoon “Big Secret for a Small Company” ask: “Do you have any more secrets? How many? And what?" I answer: “There is! Anyone! A lot of them! What do you want? " For example, you ask: "Open a secret - what to do if a Lonely Scarecrow lives in a dark room?" You are welcome! I reveal a secret: we urgently need to hug and stroke the Scarecrow so that it ceases to be so lonely. And then - to make fun of it, so that it ceases to be a Scarecrow, but becomes a Ridiculous!
Or, for example: "Discover the secret - who do you love more than anything else?" You are welcome! Someone who is always growing. Someone with whom something happens all the time. Someone who flies in a dream. Someone who is able to ask three carriages of questions and rush off into the world of exciting adventures, dangers and great discoveries ... Quite right! You guessed! More than anything I love ... you! And so for 30 years now I have been whistling my poems for you like a hedgehog with a hole in my right side. And I will also say (in secret!) That everything in this book is the pure truth and was personally with me. Indeed, for the sake of such a serious matter as poetry for you, I can turn into a Pony, into a Happy Frog, into a Sailor Cat, into a Laughing Confusion, into a Flying Horse, so that you, my dears, swim in the Sea of \u200b\u200bMiracles.
Your poet Junna Moritz
Happy breakfast
HEDGEHOG RUBBER
Along the viburnum grove,
Along the aspen grove
On a birthday to a puppy
In a crimson hat
There was a rubber hedgehog
With a hole in the right side.
Have a hedgehog
Rain umbrella
Hat and a pair of galoshes.
Ladybug
Flower head
The hedgehog bowed affectionately.
Hello Christmas trees!
What do you need needles for?
Are we the wolves around?
Shame on you!
It hurts,
When a friend bristled.
Sweet bird,
Please come down -
You have lost your pen.
On the red alley
Where the maples are red
A find is waiting for you in the bureau.
The sky is radiant
The cloud is clear.
On a birthday to a puppy
Rubber hedgehog
Walked and whistled
A hole in the right side.
Many tracks
This hedgehog passed.
And what did he give his friend?
About this he Vanya
Whistled in the bath
A hole in the right side!
A TALE ABOUT THE SONG
All the kids
Love to sing
All calves
Love to sing
All curls
On a lamb
They love to whistle songs!
And who sings a song
He will not die of fear
And who always sings a song
Tom's paw
even a wolf
Because -
oh no no no! -
never
Clap a song
can not
And here is the song
Oh-oh-oh! -
even a wolf
Because of,
such a good fellow
All the frogs are singing
over the river,
All the grasshoppers are singing
And can I not sing?
All the kids
Love to sing
All calves
Love to sing
All curls
On a lamb
They love to whistle songs!
JUMP-PLAY!
There is a hut in the forest,
And Petrushka lives in it,
A little animal is coming to him
Jump-play!
Rhinos,
Bears from the den
Come for each other
Jump-play!
Roe deer and raccoons
And hippos
Run after the hunt
Jump-play!
Robin,
Live monkey
Everyone has the same thing -
Jump-play!
And I was a tit
A funny nosed bird
And flew in too
Jump-play!
I was hiding
And ate all kinds of midges
But I still managed
Jump-play!
Now that being said,
I'm not a tit at all
I don't run from cats
And I don't catch midges
But on a holiday
At Petrushka's
Jump at the party
Like other animals
Yunna Petrovna (Pinkhusovna) Moritz was born in Kiev on June 2, 1937. After leaving school, she entered the Kiev University, but a year later she was admitted to the full-time poetry department of the Literary Institute. Gorky. Due to a lack of funds, she worked at night in a printing house as a proofreader and, of course, wrote poetry. In 1957 her first collection of poems, A Conversation about Happiness, was published. And in 1961 the first book "Cape of Desire" was published, based on the impressions of a long trip to the Arctic aboard the Sedov icebreaker in the summer of 1956. Later, "Stories of the Miraculous" were published, which were created from the travel notes of that trip. Junna Moritz's adult poetry reflected her civic stance and forward-thinking views on what was happening in the country. Because of this, in 1961-1970, her works were not published.
The poet began to compose poetry for children after the birth of her son. At that time, the atmosphere in children's publishing houses was freer and allowed many of the author's fantasies to be realized. Yunna Moritz worked for the Yunost magazine, where she led the For Younger Brothers and Sisters column.
Junna Moritz's children's poetry amazes with both vivid images and original plots. The poetess's inquisitive gaze reveals to readers a lot of interesting things in everyday life. It turns out "... there are, by the way, /Cvigny is very polite. / Everything is not from nutrition, / But from education! ".We agree that "Delicious hot tea / Dispels boredom and sadness", and with the fact that everyone should smile on such an important occasion: "Spring is coming through the city!"
Mischievous, sometimes absurd verses in the style of Daniil Kharms testify to the poet's irrepressible invention, her belief in miracles and her desire to fill her childhood with joy. In the poem "Sea of \u200b\u200bMiracles", the horse was caught on a fish hook: “Tail goodbye / Waving to the fisherman / Horned horse / Said“ Ku-ku! ””.
And in "Laughing Confusion" there are such funny lines:
Shaft went to dance
In a new hat from a saucepan.
Her cavalier was a broom,
He ate a dumpling from his hat!
Captivating children with poetic play, Yu.P. Moritz seeks to develop children's imagination, enriching it with new images, and also encourages young readers to fantasize and dream. “I'm lying on the grass / One hundred fantasies in my head. / Dream with me together - / There will be not one hundred, but two hundred! "
It is amazing how accurately and sincerely the poet conveys the feelings of a child's soul. Parents have a difficult relationship: either dad leaves mom, or mom leaves dad, but the child does not dramatize the situation and does not lose heart. "I entertain my dad on Wednesday, / On Saturday I amuse my mother ..." And even for grandparents, he has a fun program.
But the hero of the poem "Ticket to the Countryside" has to leave home for the whole summer. But the boy is sure that his favorite toys "They will sigh pitifully, / They will cry on the sly, / If I throw them on the shelf / And I will leave to rest." Therefore, he decides to take them with him to the country. But will your aunt allow you to do this at the ticket office? It's so good that my aunt was so kind. She immediately understood how “It’s sad to live in an empty apartment / Even a small animal / From which shavings are creeping”.And she allowed the boy to take all his friends to the dacha: "Two camels with a camel, / Two bears with a bear / And an elephant about five years old."
This is how it is possible and necessary to cultivate kindness and responsiveness in children without instruction and edification. The absence of strict intonations and cliches in Y. Moritz's poems, a joyful perception of life, as well as interesting plots and understandable language make her children's poetry so beloved and popular with a readership over five years old. It is gratifying that books with these verses are easy to acquire. Various publishing houses continue to publish them: Vremya, ROSMEN, Onyx, Rech and others.
Junna Moritz has written several books for children "from 5 to 500 years old": "Happy Beetle", "Bouquet of Cats", "House with a Pipe", "Big Secret for a Small Company", "Vanechka", "Jump and Play!" "Tumber-Bumber", "Move your ears", "Lemon Malinovich Compress". Yunna Moritz's poems have been translated into all European languages, as well as into Turkish, Chinese and Japanese.
Since childhood, the poetess loved to draw. Her books for adults feature many of the author's graphic works. Very interesting and high quality graphics.
For her work, Yunna Moritz received many awards: "Triumph" (2000), the HELL. Sakharov (2004) for the civic courage of the writer; "Golden Rose" (Italy); National Prize "Book of the Year" in the nomination "Poetry - 2005"; prize to them. A. Delvig (2006); "Book of the Year" in the nomination "We Grow Together with the Book - 2008"; Prize of the Government of the Russian Federation for the book "The Roof Riding Home" (2011).
We hope that there will be new poems and new awards ahead, because Y. Moritz continues to compose. We congratulate Yunna Petrovna with a wonderful anniversary, we wish her health and creative success!
I want to be! Not after, not in centuries,
Not by heart, not twice and not again,
Not in anecdotes or diaries -
But only in the fullest sense of the word!
J. Moritz
When someone hears the name of the poetess Yunna Moritz, then, of course, the first thing they do is recall a melody from childhood: “To a sad hum, to a cheerful growl ...” we will definitely repeat not only to our children, but also to our grandchildren.
The amazing, fairy-tale world of Yunna Moritz, somewhere even difficult for a child to perceive - with bouquets of cats, a pie composer, a hairstyle carriage, fog in sour cream - will not leave indifferent either children or adults.
In the poetry of Junna Moritz, the animal world is widely represented. Goats, cows, goats, dolphins and, of course, the poet's adored cats: a fat cat, a crimson and even croaking cat. They are all kind, affectionate and sweet. Moritz could not do without charming dogs and puppies, in which “forget-me-nots bloom in the soul, a clarinet plays in the stomach”, and they themselves “smell flowers and sing serenades” and work as postmen.
Illustration for the poem by Yunna Moritz "The Crimson Cat"
It is interesting that all the heroes of Yunna Petrovna Moritz's poems, animate and inanimate, behave like children. The heroes exactly copy their behavior: they tumble, throw socks under the closet, feel sad, fantasize, fool around, and be capricious. In each poem, we feel the poet's boundless love for her heroes and for children in general. That is why the heroes are cute and good-natured, mischievous and funny, unusual and even fantastic. In her poetry, the laws of a game, a funny dream, a funny confusion operate, when you can invent anything, fantasize, compose unprecedented words, go with the heroes on funny journeys. An indefatigable thirst to make every day, every second a holiday, to extract all colors, voices, smells makes Yunna Moritz create more and more new characters.
In Yunna Moritz you will not find edification, teaching: every child has every right to be capricious and fooling around. According to Yunna Petrovna, children need to be raised with love, sometimes pampered, “they need to be freed from all prohibitions that do not physically harm them and those around them,” and the child should also know that sooner or later he will have to face the world of evil. With her creativity, the poetess, perhaps, is trying to protect children from this world, as much as possible in principle.
Moritz's language is always natural, devoid of any false pathos. Rhythmic, and sometimes obviously absurd, Moritz's poems have no age restrictions. Everyone is guaranteed the pleasure of reading them and a sea of \u200b\u200blaughter.
But do not forget that, in addition to children's poetry, she also wrote adult literature. Yunna Moritz published the books "The Vine", "The Harsh Thread", "In the Light of Life", "The Third Eye", "Favorites", "Blue Fire", "On This High Bank", "In the Lair of Voices", "Face" , "Thus", "By law - hello to the postman." All of them included elements of graphics and painting, which, according to the poetess, are not illustrations: these are poems in a special language.
But, of course, in the hearts of each of us, Yunna Moritz will remain the author of wonderful poems about the "rubber hedgehog" and "a big secret for a small company." Her poetry is a special world that cannot be expressed in words or brought to certain standards. All this would be useless and banal, just like it is banal to list the topics to which her poems are devoted: life, death, love, creativity. What poet doesn't write about this? Many write. But each in its own way.
Text: Marina Latysheva
The famous Slovak writer Rudo Moritz was born in 1921 in the small village of Suchany, graduated from a pedagogical school, worked as a teacher in a Slovak village ... Then the Second World War, active participation in the Slovak national uprising. After the war, he studied at the Bratislava Pedagogical Institute, scientific work in the field of pedagogy and, as a natural continuation of all previous activities, work at the State Publishing House of Children's and Youth Literature "Mlade Leta", which he has headed for many years.
But this is only a short list of biographical data.
And behind him was the tense creative life of a popular author of many works for children and youth, a huge organizational work in the Bratislava publishing house "Mlade Leta", which became the center of publishing children's literature in Slovakia and received wide international recognition, the tireless activity of a promoter of socialist children's literature all over the world.
It is difficult to say what is the main thing in his work, but still books for children remain his favorite pastime, to which Rudo Moritz devoted about thirty years of his life.
And he - since 1947, when his first book "Skier Martin" was published, has already written more than twenty-five.
Rudo Moritz writes about the modern life of Slovak children, about sports, but the main place in his work belongs to two main themes - the past war and nature.
Participation in the Slovak uprising left a big mark on the life of the writer, and therefore the stories about the war and the struggle against fascism occupy such an important place in his work. The most famous of them, such as the story "Explosion", are largely autobiographical.
Born in a Slovak village, having absorbed from childhood all the extraordinary beauty of his native land, Rudo Moritz and subsequently does not break spiritual ties with his origins. This is why stories about nature are an integral and important part of his work. The most famous books in this cycle: - "From a hunting bag" and "Tales of the forest". Love nature, be friends with it, respect it and protect it - the writer tells us.
Here's everything I wanted to say, at least briefly, about our Slovak friend Rudo Moritz, before you open his book.
S. Alekseev
How I began to write ...
How did I start writing? When did I first encounter art? What first touched the tender strings of my feelings? Maybe a book? Or an unforgettable picture? Or a song? It's not so easy for me to return to my childhood years in order to find out what was the first and the strongest. Or maybe one was connected with the other, brick lay down to brick. Because, in fact, everything was not so simple.
It seems to me that it all started with a fairy tale. From a magical folk tale. And from my grandmother. And also from nature ...
We often went to see my grandmother. It was a small woman, a tiny, small creature; hard work drained her, but grandmother resisted the years and hard work of the owners.
She lived in a small picturesque village in Turts. The very name of this village was fabulous: Polereka. And this small village was as if tailored for our grandmother. Together with the rigs, there were no more than twenty buildings here. On one side it was surrounded by mountains, on the other - flowering meadows. And at the upper end, a powerful source, a greenhouse, flowed directly from the sheer cliff, which, just a hundred meters below, spun a heavy and moss-covered mill wheel. The mill was tapping continuously. And even her knock looked like a fairy tale.
And in this magical world, grandmother, putting her weary hands on her knees, told us, children, but in the evenings fairy tales. She spoke slowly, she pronounced sounds softly, like everything in this part of Slovakia, and we listened quietly. It is not known where the grandmother got her fairy tales from - maybe she had some kind of magic bag from which she got them, because every evening a new fairy tale was told. Most of all I liked the fairy tale about "The Brave Man the Daring Man" - about the guy who was not afraid of anything.
This is where my acquaintance with art began somewhere. With a fabulous village, with a fabulous rock, from which clear water gushed, with a fabulous grandmother and with a fairy tale itself. And to this we must add uncle's fairy-tale horses, which actually carried heavy carts, but seemed so violent to me that one could jump on them over the walls of castles. And Sunday evenings filled with soulful singing.
This is how my encounters with real art began.
Then came the time of books, or rather, books. It was not "Robinson Crusoe" or "Treasure Island", for the first time bewitched me by a much more modest book - "And the battle broke out" by Razusova-Martakona. A simple story in verse about the life of rural boys, who divided into two camps - at the upper and lower ends of the village, and then arranged various tricks; sharpened old sabers found in grandfathers 'attics, sewed battle banners from mothers' skirts, dragged apples from the master's gardens. Probably, this book fascinated me not with the brilliance of rhythm and rhymes or poetic patterns, but with the content close to my dreams and hobbies.
Although no one forced me, I knew most of this poetic creation by heart. I recited it to my comrades, and then we acted out in our faces what was written about in the book. Until now, this book takes a place in my heart, and I do not believe those who tell me that it is already outdated and its beauty has faded. But I myself do not want to read it, so that the illusions of childhood do not disappear. Because we, adults, are not always able to find in art the magic that children find in it.
Later, meetings with art became more and more frequent. I was lucky: after graduating from the public school, I entered the gymnasium in the city of Martin.
Martin was then the center of Slovak culture. There was a cultural center - Matica Slovatska, and books, wonderful books were published. In the gymnasium we were taught by teachers who devoted their free time to art. And therefore, in addition to my grandmother, I am grateful to two more teachers for the fact that they opened wide the gates for me to the kingdom of art, literature and books. The first of them, Mikulás Stano, was my class mentor for many years and taught me the Slovak language and literature. Himself a translator from Polish and French (among other things, he translated Sienkiewicz's novel "In the Desert and the Forest"), he was an inspired connoisseur of literature. And everything that he passionately loved, he passed on to his students with the same enthusiasm. He recommended us what to read, demanded that we know the best examples of Slovak poetry by heart.
He opened to us an inexhaustible storehouse of treasures - from folklore to the then modern, domestic and foreign. And I loved literature and art to such an extent that I came into conflict with mathematics, physics and chemistry.
The second, also an amazing person was the teacher Yaroslav Vodrazhka, a member of the Academy of Arts, one of the founders of the famous library of children's books “Dobroe Slovo”, which was published by Matica Slovatska. He taught us drawing, revealed to us the play of colors; we froze with admiration when with his left hand with a few strokes he made sketches of Janosik, then different animals, then a painted hut. Yaroslav Vodrazhka also illustrated children's books. He even wrote some of them himself. He was a cheerful person, and his cheerfulness and humor poured into both his illustrations and the stories he wrote. I remember today: for one of the drawing lessons he brought the prints of the pages of the book "Pirates". It was his own fantasy story, with his own illustrations. He showed us what a book looks like at this stage of production. His eyes shone with delight, and ours also flared up.