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Life and art

Irina Tokmakova (1929-2018) is a writer and poetess who devoted her entire life to writing for and about children. A native Muscovite, she wrote poetry from her early youth, but never considered them significant or talented. Work in the genre of literary translation opened the door behind which the poetess found her true calling: to create amazing children's literature. In joint work with her husband, an illustrator, Irina Tokmakova gave young readers many collections of poems, plays, and fairy tales. In addition, children and their parents are delighted by the brilliant translations of the best examples of children's Swedish, English, and Dutch literature, including the well-known stories about Winnie the Pooh, Alice, Peter Pan, the Moomins, Niels and many others. For her invaluable contribution to children's literature and her inexhaustible love for creativity, Irina Tokmakova was repeatedly awarded prestigious state prizes.

Irina Tokmakova: children's poems and songs, biography

This section contains children's poems

famous and beloved writer
Irina Tokmakova
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Porridge
Oh yes soup! Ten birds - a flock Where the fish sleeps Rain Willow Ship Aspen Sleepy elephant Apple Buy onions Tili - Tili In a wonderful country Gnome Alone at home Sleep grass Kittens Stork Stork washes Bukvarinsk Bees lead a round dance (Swedish folk children's songs)
Biography of children's writer Irina Tokmakova :

Irina Petrovna Tokmakova was born in Moscow on March 3, 1929. Father - Pyotr Karpovich Manukov (Perch Karapetovich Manukyan) (1901-1971), Armenian, electrical engineer, mother - Lydia Aleksandrovna Diligenskaya (1905-1985), Russian, from a family of clergy, children's doctor, was in charge of the Foundling House.

It is precisely because she grew up in an orphanage that Irina Tokmakova explains her desire to write children's literature. The writer's first prose is about this period of her life.

She always liked literature, at school she easily wrote essays and composed poetry. One day Irina asked her classmate, the daughter of Lebedev-Kumach, to show her poems to her father. Having received a review from him, pointing out the shortcomings, he advised her how she should write poetry. The girl tried to follow his recommendations, but she couldn’t write in a style that was not familiar to her and she gave up poetry for a long time.

During the evacuation, Tokmakova became interested in foreign languages ​​and, after graduating from school with a gold medal, she entered Moscow State University without exams.

After the birth of her son, she worked as a guide and translator. One day I got into a conversation with a famous Swede - an energy specialist, who, having returned to Stockholm, sent her a volume of poems and a book of children's folk songs.

She translated this book for her son. Irina’s husband, the famous illustrator Lev Tokmakov, drew illustrations for them and insisted that the book be taken to the publishing house. The publishing house accepted the book and asked for more translation.

Irina translated from Swedish and Scottish, and wrote herself. Simple, easy and kind rhymes spread throughout kindergartens and primary schools.

The most famous works of Tokmakova in prose. The stories “Alya, Klyaksich and the letter A” and “Maybe zero is not to blame” - these books easily and naturally stimulate children’s interest in mathematics and grammar.

For her contribution to children's literature, Irina Tokmakova was awarded the Alexander Green State Prize. In recent years, the writer has worked hard and re-translated the book “Mio, my Mio.” The writer passed away on April 5, 2020.

Porridge

Come on, come on, come on, come on! Don't grumble, pots! Don’t grumble, don’t hiss, cook sweet porridge, cook sweet porridge, feed our children.

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Oh yeah soup!

Deep - not shallow, Ships in plates: Onion heads, Red carrots, Parsley, Potatoes And a little bit of grains, Here the boat is sailing, Swims right into your mouth!

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Ten birds - a flock

Sing along, sing along: Ten birds are a flock.

This bird is a nightingale, This bird is a sparrow. This bird is an owl, a sleepy little head. This bird is a waxwing, This bird is a corncrake,

This bird is a starling, a gray feather. This one is a finch. This one is a swift. This one is a cheerful little siskin. Well, this one is an evil eagle. Birds, birds - go home!

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Where does the fish sleep?

It's dark at night. It's quiet at night. Fish, fish, where do you sleep?

A fox trail leads to a hole, a dog trail leads to a kennel.

Belkin's trail leads to a hollow, Myshkin's trail leads to a hole in the floor.

It’s a pity that in the river, on the water, there are no traces of you anywhere. Only darkness, only silence. Fish, fish, where do you sleep?

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Rain

Rain, rain, drop, Water saber, I cut the puddle, I cut the puddle, I cut, I cut, I didn’t cut, And I got tired, And I stopped.

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Willow

Near the river, at the cliff, the willow is crying, the willow is crying. Maybe she feels sorry for someone? Maybe she's hot in the sun? Maybe a playful wind pulled the willow by its pigtail? Maybe the willow is thirsty? Maybe we should ask her?

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Ship

The summer shower filled the puddles - Entire seas! The dacha stood at the pier, dropping anchor.

Only my brave ship fights the wave. And it doesn’t matter that the paper Sail is above me.

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Osinka

The aspen tree is chilly, trembling in the wind, freezing in the sun, freezing in the heat. Give the aspen a coat and boots - Poor aspen needs to warm up.

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Sleepy elephant

Ding dong. Ding dong. An elephant is walking in the alley. An old, gray, sleepy elephant. Ding dong. Ding dong. The room has become dark: the elephant is blocking the window. Or is this a dream? Ding dong. Ding dong.

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Yablonka

Small apple tree in my garden. White, white, everything is in bloom. I put on a dress with a white border. Little apple tree, make friends with me.

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Buy a bow

Buy onions, green onions, parsley and carrots! Buy our girl, Minx and Cheat!

We don't need green onions, parsley and carrots. We only need a girl, a minx and a cheat!

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Tili - Tili

Tili-tili-tili-tili, We didn’t follow the lead, Egorka came and brought a bucket. Washed, washed, washed, washed, washed white and white. Only the head is all black!

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In a wonderful country

In one country, In a wonderful country, Where you and I would never be, A boot with a black tongue laps up milk in the morning, And all day long a potato looks out the window with its eye. The bottle sings with its neck, Gives concerts in the evening, And the chair on bent legs Dances to the accordion. In one country, In a wonderful country... Why don't you believe me?

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Dwarf

A gnome comes to us in the morning. In Moscow it comes straight to your home! And he all says one thing: “Wash your ears more often!”

And we shout back to him: “We know for sure, there are no gnomes!” - He laughs: - Well, no, no, - Just wash your ears!

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Alone at home

I'm the only one left, I'm not afraid at all, It's dark outside the window. It doesn't matter to me. I'll turn on the lights everywhere. I’ll sit and be silent. I'll curtain the window. Mom and dad are at the cinema.

I'm the only one left. I'm not afraid at all. Maybe I'll go to the kitchen. I'll sit at the table. There are gingerbread cookies for tea. But I don’t feel like eating...

Someone is knocking on the wall. The TV is silent. I'll knock in response. I’ll turn on the TV, Time will pass quickly, No stranger will come to us.

The refrigerator is humming. Someone is knocking on the wall. Mom and Dad at the movies A very, very long time ago...

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Sleep-grass

The distant forest stands like a wall, And in the forest, in the depths of the forest, An owl sits on a branch. Sleepy grass grows there. They say sleepy grass knows sleepy words; As soon as he whispers his words, his head immediately hangs. Today I will ask the owl for this grass: Let the grass tell you sleepy words.

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Kittens

There are kittens in the world - Kasyanka, Tom and Plut. And they have a mistress, I don’t remember her name. She cooks Cocoa and compote for the kittens and gives them toys for every New Year. The kittens find her missing glasses and water the dill and zucchini in the morning.

They asked to buy kittens. Food for lunch. They went to the city and brought... sweets.

Kasyanka, Tom and Plut polished the floor in the kitchen, They said: “There will be a kitchen - a completely frozen pond.” And we had fun skating around the kitchen. The hostess was frightened and said only: “Oh!”

The kittens went to the garden for cabbage. There, near the cabbage beds, they met a mole. All day long, kittens and moles played blind man's buff. And the poor housewife was sad at the stove.

Kasyanka, Plut and Tom were mowing at the edge of the forest. We found a goldfinch in the grass with its tail torn off. They took the sick man to the goldfinch mother in the forest and made poultices, lotions and a compress.

Once we went to the river Kasyanka, Tom and Plut, to check if the perches lived well in it. They come, and a streak of pike perch lies by the river and can’t get to the water on its own. They quickly threw the poor fellow into the water and shouted after him: “Be careful not to drown!”

The owner once said: “I’ll go buy an ABC book, An illiterate kitten is an ignoramus and a savage.” And that same evening we sat down together at the tables and learned the letters Kasyanka, Plut and Tom.

And then, having taken pens and three pencils, they composed this Message to the mice: “Hey, sheburshishi mice, Run from under the roof, Run from the basement, Before you get hit.” And then everyone signed: “Kasyanka, Plut and Tom.”

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Stork

Stork, long-legged stork, show the way home. Stomp with your right foot, Stomp with your left foot, Again with your right foot, Again with your left foot, Then with your right foot, Then with your left foot. Then you'll come home!

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Stork washes himself

A stork walks on the water under the willow tree barefoot, Because this bird is used to washing itself in the morning.

He touches the vine with his beak, shakes the dew onto himself, and under the silver shower washes his neck clean and clean. And he doesn’t whine: “Oh, trouble, Oh, cold water!

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Bukvarinsk

There was a small, not dusty city on the river on Chernilnaya. From time immemorial it was called Bukvarinsky. There, not knowing adversity, very nice people lived: Hospitable, Kind, Friendly and hardworking.

A

- pharmacist,
B
- cooper,
C
- fuller,
G
- potter,
D
- hefty crusher,
E
- corporal, he is a military man,
F
- simpleton tinsmith,
Z
- old man cutter,
I
- bearded historian,
K
- dapper dyer,
L
- tinker,
M
- painter,
N
- porter,
O
- shepherd,
P
- writer,
R
- radio operator,
S
- shoemaker,
T
- tourist,
U
- fearless tamer,
F
- eccentric amateur photographer,
X
- battle painter,
C
- famous cymbalist,
Ch
is a wonderful watchmaker,
Sh
is a driver, a great joker,
Sh
is his puppy Bouquet,
E
is an electrician,
Yu
is a lawyer, and then
I
am me, my friends!

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The bees lead a round dance Swedish folk children's songs

Little shepherds The horn sings, the horn sings! We drive the herd to the meadow. We herd the cows all day, As soon as it gets hot, we drive them into the shade, take them to the chilly river to drink, and in the evening we hurry to milk them. The horn sings, the horn sings! Bring me a mug, my friend!

Per-simple Go to the market Per-simple, Fallery-li! I went to the market Per-simple, Fallery-lee! He gave away a cow for this, He bought a violin for a nickel Now he plays it like this: Falleri-leri-li!

Lamb's curls Little lamb Gave us a bag of curls for winter, Gave us for winter.

A fur coat came out for my brother, a skirt came out for my mother, and socks for me, and socks for me.

We're going, we're riding on a horse We're going, we're riding on a horse Along a smooth, smooth path A neighbor invited us to visit To eat sweet pudding.

We arrived at lunchtime, but the neighbor was not at home. Two dogs at the doorstep They told us very sternly: -Aw-aw-aw! -Woof woof woof!

The boat Lasse is crying by the river - A misfortune has happened to him: His boat has disappeared. No one knows where you are going for your boat, Don’t look for Lasse in vain, On it the bleaks and breams sailed into the sea.

The slacker cat Squirrel mows hay, Jackdaw carries hay, Only the slacker cat sat down and asked for money: - I’ll help you, okay, But not for free. Give me at least ten öre, ten öre.

Gingerbread men There are three of us. We came from gingerbread country. We are wearing sweet shirts and sweet pants.

We spent the whole day on the road today. We have raisin eyes and tilted hats.

We are three little people, we came to visit you, but we didn’t bring the gingerbread goat with us.

He didn't want to get out of the oven. He asked me to convey his warm greetings to you.

The bees are leading a round dance The bees are leading a round dance - Broom, broom. The cat hit the drum - Trum, Trum. The mice began to dance - Tir-la-la, So that the whole earth began to tremble.

Excellent wheat pies We bake excellent wheat pies. Who will come to us to try wheat pies? Mom, dad, brother, sister, Shaggy dog ​​from the yard, And others, everyone who can, Let them come with them too.

We kneaded the dough, We put the wheat pies in the oven.

The stove burns merrily, Our mother says: “The crumbs that are left will go to the Sparrow.”

Hardworking Nisse Although Nisse is small in stature, He has learned all the wisdom: He knows how to plow and reap, He knows how to plant apple trees, He knows how to bake a pie, How to make butter and cottage cheese. He can sew boots, Rock a child in a cradle, He knows where the mushrooms are in the forest, He can track a fox. He can build, fry, sew, It’s so easy to live in the world!

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Poems by Tokmakova: about what and for whom

The basis of the writer’s work is children’s folklore. Motifs of English-language and native folk poetry permeate Irina Tokmakova’s poems, captivating with rhythm and intonation richness. Despite the fact that during her life the writer created many large works, her favorite genre has always been miniature nursery rhymes. In just a few lines, the author puts a complete thought, a bright picture that even a child can understand. Repetitions and onomatopoeia, dynamic roll-calls of words from line to line - Tokmakova draws all these techniques from games, songs, teasers and counting rhymes. She constructs poems using children's vocabulary and logic, which invariably brings a smile even to an adult.

Another important feature of the writer’s work is the growth and development of her works together with the reader. Parents and teachers can use this to gradually increase the volume of verse that the child is able to perceive, complicate the imagery, and enhance the educational moment. Nursery rhymes, small at first, acquire repetitions, then additions, gradually turning into real literary works.

Tokmakova’s poems teach children to admire nature, talk to her and hear her stories. The images are extremely simple, but at the same time stimulate the imagination of the little reader: trees cry, rejoice and talk, a country house turns into a ship in the middle of a stormy sea, snowflakes dance, and sheep clouds peacefully nibble the grass. The writer very subtly feels the colors of a fairy-tale children's world, in which there is no place for boredom and monotony. In her poems, Irina Tokmakova seems to be speaking to her little reader in a completely adult way, but at the same time in a language he understands.

The main character of the poems is an honest child, capable of strong emotions, empathy, love and even hatred. The writer shows the little reader that protest and rebellion - if they are fair - have a place, that adults are not always right, that conflicts and painful situations are inevitable, but you can always find a way out of them.

Poems, fairy tales for children, about childhood, about children.
Irina Tokmakova

“...a child’s soul can hear the sounds of others

worlds unfamiliar to us, their poetry, their harmony"

Irina Tokmakova always treated children with respect; she recognized certain advantages for children in relation to certain mental and intellectual capabilities. Perhaps that is why she entered children's poetry very easily and naturally. Recognizing the freedom-loving nature of children, Tokmakova never tried to remake or retrain them in her poems. Perhaps the main word that she always put above all else is freedom. Freedom from meaningless moralizing, freedom of creativity and self-expression. In her poems for children, Tokmakova always used some folklore motifs. In general, she was very sensitive to folk art. Her work includes many children's poems based on Russian folklore images. Her favorite genre is nursery rhyme poetry. Children's favorite emotions are genuine joy and rebellion against injustice. Tokmakova always took writing children's poems seriously. She seemed to be trying to prove that children's poetry is not a joke at all. Very often in her works she used a roll call of sounds. For example, in the line “Summer rain found puddles,” the often repeated sound “l” imitates the sound of pouring water. This is an excellent training not only for the baby’s imagination, but also for his sound perception. In Tokmakova's children's poems, all the characters are animated, they all have their own character. And this is in tune with child psychology, when kids tend to transfer human qualities to any objects. Tokmakova’s “Trees” cycle is noteworthy in this regard, where each tree is associated with one or another child: a willow always cries, an aspen tree freezes even in the sun, a birch tree needs to be braided, one can only envy the strong strength of an oak tree, etc. Irina Tokmakova perfectly knows how to convey children's intonations and instantly senses the slightest changes in the baby's mood. Her lyrical hero is a child with a keen sense of beauty, who at the same time has his own opinion and is able to defend it if necessary. He knows not only the feeling of boundless love, but also all-consuming hatred. I hate Tarasov, Let him go home! In her poems for children, Tokmakova puts not only positive, but also negative emotions. Her characters may be in pain, they may protest, they may be stubborn. Some poems are written in such childish language that it seems as if they were written not by an adult aunt, but by some toddler. Tokmakova uses speech structures, phrases and sayings characteristic of children. Tokmakova herself believes in miracles, and conveys this belief to her little readers. She sees this miracle in what is very close, in every object that surrounds us. In her children's poems, the road to miracle runs through the land of “imagination.” And although the poetess prefers to use miniature poems, at the same time as her readers grow up, the volume of poems increases.

Bukvarinsk
Was on the river on Chernilnaya. The city is small, not dusty. From time immemorial it was called Bukvarinsk. There, not knowing adversity, very nice people lived: Hospitable, Kind, Friendly and hardworking. A is a pharmacist, B is a cooper, C is a felter, D is a potter, D is a huge crusher, E is a corporal, he is a military man, F is a simpleton tinsmith, Z is an old man cutter, I is a bearded historian, K is a dapper dyer, L - tinker, M - painter, N - porter, O - shepherd, P - writer, R - radio operator, S - shoemaker, T - tourist, U - fearless tamer, F - eccentric amateur photographer, X - battle painter, C - a famous dulcimer player, Ch is a wonderful watchmaker, Sh is a driver, a great joker, Sh is his puppy Bouquet, E is an electrician, Yu is a lawyer, and then I am me, my friends!

Sleep-grass

The distant forest stands like a wall, And in the forest, in the depths of the forest, An owl sits on a branch. Sleepy grass grows there. They say sleepy grass knows sleepy words; As soon as he whispers his words, his head immediately hangs. Today I will ask the owl for this grass: Let the grass tell you sleepy words.

Alone at home

I'm the only one left, I'm not afraid at all, It's dark outside the window. It doesn't matter to me. I'll turn on the lights everywhere. I’ll sit and be silent. I'll curtain the window. Mom and dad are at the cinema. I'm the only one left. I'm not afraid at all. Maybe I'll go to the kitchen. I'll sit at the table. There are gingerbread cookies for tea. But I don’t feel like eating... Someone is knocking on the wall. The TV is silent. I'll knock in response. I’ll turn on the TV, Time will pass quickly, No stranger will come to us. The refrigerator is humming. Someone is knocking on the wall. Mom and Dad at the movies A very, very long time ago...

Dwarf

A gnome comes to us in the morning. In Moscow it comes straight to your home! And he all says one thing: “Wash your ears more often!” And we shout back to him: “We know for sure, there are no gnomes!” - He laughs: - Well, no, no, - Just wash your ears!

In a wonderful country

In one country, In a wonderful country, Where you and I would never be, A boot with a black tongue laps up milk in the morning, And all day long a potato looks out the window with its eye. The bottle sings with its neck, Gives concerts in the evening, And the chair on bent legs Dances to the accordion. In one country, In a wonderful country... Why don't you believe me?

Yablonka

Small apple tree in my garden. White, white, everything is in bloom. I put on a dress with a white border. Little apple tree, make friends with me.

Buy a bow

Buy onions, green onions, parsley and carrots! Buy our girl, Minx and Cheat! We don't need green onions, parsley and carrots. We only need a girl, a minx and a cheat!

Sleepy elephant

Ding dong. Ding dong. An elephant is walking in the alley. An old, gray, sleepy elephant. Ding dong. Ding dong. The room has become dark: the elephant is blocking the window. Or is this a dream? Ding dong. Ding dong.

Osinka

The aspen tree is chilly, trembling in the wind, freezing in the sun, freezing in the heat. Give the aspen a coat and boots - Poor aspen needs to warm up.

Rain

Rain, rain, drop, Water saber, I cut the puddle, I cut the puddle, I cut, I cut, I didn’t cut, And I got tired, And I stopped.

Ten birds - a flock

Sing along, sing along: Ten birds are a flock. This bird is a nightingale, This bird is a sparrow. This bird is an owl, a sleepy little head. This bird is a waxwing, This bird is a corncrake, This bird is a starling, A gray feather. This one is a finch. This one is a swift. This one is a cheerful little siskin. Well, this one is an evil eagle. Birds, birds - go home!

Bayinki

Bunny, bunny, bunny came running. They sat on a bench, asked for a watering can, watered the garden, where the cabbage grows.

Let's play?!

We rode on a horse and reached the corner. We got into the car and poured gasoline. We drove by car and reached the river. Trrr! Stop! U-turn. There is a steamer on the river. We traveled by steamboat and reached the mountain. The steamer is unlucky, I have to get on the plane. The plane is flying, its engine is humming: Oooh!

Where does the fish sleep?

It's dark at night. It's quiet at night. Fish, fish, where do you sleep? A fox trail leads to a hole, a dog trail leads to a kennel. Belkin's trail leads to a hollow, Myshkin's trail leads to a hole in the floor. It’s a pity that in the river, on the water, there are no traces of you anywhere. Only darkness, only silence. Fish, fish, where do you sleep?

Oh yeah soup!

Deep - not shallow, Ships in plates: Onion heads, Red carrots, Parsley, Potatoes And a little bit of grains, Here the boat is sailing, Swims right into your mouth!

Ship

The summer shower filled the puddles - Entire seas! The dacha stood at the pier, dropping anchor. Only my brave ship fights the wave. And it doesn’t matter that the paper Sail is above me.

frogs

Whose screams are there at the pond? -KVASU, KVASU, come here! KVA-KVA-KVA-su, just KVASHI, We're tired of water!

Bear

Like on the hill - snow, snow, And under the hill - snow, snow, And on the tree - snow, snow, And under the tree - snow, snow. And a bear sleeps under the snow. Quiet, quiet... Don't make noise.

Spring

Spring is coming towards us with quick steps, and the snowdrifts are melting under her feet. Black thawed patches are visible in the fields. That's right, spring has very warm feet.

Ate

They ate at the edge of the forest - The tops of their heads reach the sky - They listen, are silent, They look at their grandchildren. And the grandchildren - Christmas trees, thin needles - They dance in a circle at the forest gates.

Creek

The stream ran over the pebbles, He ran, he ran, he ran... Then in a deep puddle He lay, lay, lay... Then again he ran at a gallop, Then he seemed to fall asleep... He saw a river - he jumped there And immediately drowned!

Porridge

Come on, come on, come on! Don't grumble, pots! Don't grumble, don't hiss, cook sweet porridge. Cook sweet porridge, feed our children.

Kittens

There are kittens in the world - Kasyanka, Tom and Plut. And they have a mistress, I don’t remember her name. She cooks Cocoa and compote for the kittens and gives them toys for every New Year. The kittens find her missing glasses and water the dill and zucchini in the morning. They asked to buy kittens. Food for lunch. They went to the city and brought... sweets. Kasyanka, Tom and Plut polished the floor in the kitchen, They said: “There will be a kitchen - a completely frozen pond.” And we had fun skating around the kitchen. The hostess was frightened and said only: “Oh!” The kittens went to the garden for cabbage. There, near the cabbage beds, they met a mole. All day long, kittens and moles played blind man's buff. And the poor housewife was sad at the stove. Kasyanka, Plut and Tom were mowing at the edge of the forest. We found a goldfinch in the grass with its tail torn off. They took the sick man to the goldfinch mother in the forest and made poultices, lotions and a compress. Once we went to the river Kasyanka, Tom and Plut, to check if the perches lived well in it. They come, and a streak of pike perch lies by the river and can’t get to the water on its own. They quickly threw the poor fellow into the water and shouted after him: “Be careful not to drown!” The owner once said: “I’ll go buy an ABC book, An illiterate kitten is an ignoramus and a savage.” And that same evening we sat down together at the tables and learned the letters Kasyanka, Plut and Tom. And then, having taken pens and three pencils, they composed this Message to the mice: “Hey, sheburshishi mice, Run from under the roof, Run from the basement, Before you get hit.” And then everyone signed: “Kasyanka, Plut and Tom.”

I'm sad - I'm lying sick...

I'm sad - I'm lying sick. Here is a new winding boat. And in the village there are horses. My dad bought me a tractor, a toy crane and a ball. And in the village there are horses. I'm sad - I'm lying sick. Here's a tin helicopter. And in the village there are horses. I was in the village in the summer, I fed a gray horse, She chewed a cracker and nodded her head.

Tili-tili

Tili-tili-tili-tili, We didn’t walk on water, Egorka came and brought a bucket. Washed, washed, washed, washed, White and white washed. Only one head Everything is black and black!

Poems, fairy tales for children, about childhood, about children.

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Poems by Tokmakova for children of 2nd grade

The poems by Irina Tokmakova “Plim” and “In a Wonderful Land” are most often chosen as program reading in the second grade. The first of them is about a funny made-up word “plym”, which “jumps and prances” in a completely ordinary world where there are cats, spoons and other ordinary objects. The work teaches children not to hamper their imagination, since it is this that is capable of creating joy around us. The poem “In a Wonderful Land” is on a very similar topic. In it, thanks to a play on words, things familiar to everyone suddenly behave like a fairy tale: a shoe laps up milk with its tongue, a chair dances on its legs. The author teaches the little reader to see miracles.

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Funny poems for a 2nd grade child

Shape: cool | short | for memorization | different

He skipped school only once, for which he was punished, however... Then he thought, so gloomy: It’s better to skip the dog, of course.

2

Oh my little feet! Oh you little legs! Why aren't you walking along the path?

Oh, you little hands, you hung like whips. Why not suitable for work?

You, little head, are always wild and cheerful, Are you hanging your nose in melancholy and sadness?

Ali, you don’t want to go to school, You unfortunate ones, Where the terrible teachers are fierce, Loading the falcon tightly? Be patient a little longer.

You have two days left to suffer. Summer is coming - Well, who studies in the summer?

3

If the lesson ends - Beauty, not a bell! For class - on the contrary - Such a freak is rattling...

4

“Change, change!” - The call is ringing. Vova is certainly the first to fly out of the threshold. Flies out of the threshold - knocks seven people off their feet.

Is it really Vova, who dozed off throughout the lesson? Couldn’t this Vova say a word at the blackboard five minutes ago?

If he is, then undoubtedly there will be a greater change with him! You can't keep up with Vova! Look how bad he is! In five minutes he managed to redo a bunch of things:

He tripped up three (Vaska, Kolka and Seryozhka), rolled somersaults, sat astride the railing, dashingly plopped off the railing, received a slap on the head,

He immediately gave someone back, asked them to write off the tasks, - In a word, he did everything he could! Well, here the bell rings again... Vova trudges into class again. Poor! There is no face on it!

“It’s okay,” Vova sighs, “We’ll relax in class!”

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Ships come into the port of Fel - Like a steamship, Album steers,

Notebooks lined up in a row - Notebooks-boats are rushing to the port.

But the Diary-frigate flies, And the pirate rings the alarm on it:

- Hurry to the port! To the port "Fel!" Here! Brave ships are sailing -

Sharpener, Eraser, Pencil (He took the Album on board!)

Behind them - a Handle and... Pie - Pie Pie swam up and lay down...

The port "Fel" was delivered in an hour to the port "School" by the navigator - Boy Stas.

6

I wrote cheat sheets all night! Didn't sleep, exhausted, tired. Now I’m standing, pulling the ticket - Will I be happy or not?

And now, the ticket is already in your hands, It’s white in your eyes, like in the clouds... - Hurray! I wrote all night for good reason! “Napoleon,” I read.

It's in my cheat sheet! I wish I could read it now. I hide like a cockroach and reach into my right pocket.

I'm reading: "Crimean War". I don't need this topic! And quietly, like a cockroach, I reach into my left pocket.

I look: “The Baptism of Rus'.” Have mercy, Lord! Well, how can I pass the exam?! And I started looking for a cheat sheet!

7

Father and mother don’t want Lyoshenka to get an animal. In vain he stamped his feet and watered the floor with his tears.

Well, what was wrong with what Lyokha told them? Who will understand them, their parents! Is it bad to have a pet? After all, a good animal is a hippopotamus.

8

Very tasty and elegant The chocolate train was rushing by. Along the carriages there was an inscription: “Chocolate Arrow”. All the carriages in it There were pure chocolate in a row, And the carriage benches There were crayfish necks. He rushed like the wind, But, unfortunately, Vez is sweet.

These terrible sweet tooths Licked all the carriages, And then they couldn’t resist, They ate the locomotive with the chimney And of course, halfway they had to walk.

9

The hedgehog asked the mushroom under the aspen tree: “Tell me, why do you look like an umbrella?”

And the mushroom laughed: “That’s a strange question!” After all, I grew up in rainy weather!

10

Pussy is crying in the corridor. She has a great grief: Evil people do not allow Poor Pussy to Steal Sausages!

11

I can ride my dad Day and night. It's bad that dad has nothing to grab onto.

If you grab him from behind, he shouts: “You can’t see!” - And it hurts for the hair, And it hurts for the ears!

12

The Eighth of March has arrived, my chest is bursting with happiness, I need to give my mother something on this holiday.

I’ll wash my face for her as a gift, I’ll comb her hair as a gift, I’ll fit into a pair of the best slippers and put on perfume!

13

What's the first thing a cat learns? - Grab it! What is the first thing a bird learns? - Fly! What is the first thing a schoolchild will learn?

14

The kitten will grow up to be a cat, just like everyone else in the world. The chick will turn into a bird, just like everything else in the world. And children read, And children dream, And even their mothers and fathers do not know Who the children will become, who they will grow up to be.

15

There are many different schools in the world. It's a pity that among these schools there is no such school yet. This is where I would go!

The animals there will teach people all their skills. And there will be no better school. What's there? Let's see together.

The cat-teacher will teach us to live carefree in the world: to think everything through better and not to rush.

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