On the warm earth (collection). On the warm earth (compilation) When April knocks on the window

Spring has a lot of work
Rays help her:
Together they drive along the roads
talking streams,

Melt the snow, break the ice,
Warm everything around.
From under the needles and blades of grass
The first sleepy beetle crawled out.

Flowers on the thaw
golden blossoms,
Poured, swollen buds,
Bumblebees fly from the nest.

Spring has a lot of worries
But things are looking up:
Emerald field became
And the gardens are in bloom.
(T. Shorygina)

2. Live chain

The river swollen
The kidney swelled
Live in the sky
The chain floats.
In the dawn blue
The flock is cursing,
Spring and summer
Connecting.
(V. Orlov)

3. Willow is all fluffy ...

The willow is all fluffy
Spread around;
Spring is fragrant again
She waved her wings.

The clouds are rushing about,
warmly illuminated,
And again they ask to the soul
Captivating dreams.

Everywhere diverse
The eye is busy with the picture,
Noisy crowd idle
The people are happy about something ...

Some secret longing
The dream is inflamed
And over every soul
Spring is passing by.
(A. Fet)

4. Spring

Spring is coming to us
With quick steps
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
visible in the fields.
Looks very warm
Spring's feet.
(I. Tokmakova)

5. Country song

The grass is green
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter ...
Chirp out of the way
Hello to us soon!
I will give you grains
And you sing a song
What from distant countries
Brought along...
(A. Pleshcheev)

6. Go away, gray winter...

Go away, gray winter!
Beauties of Spring
The golden chariot
Rushing from the mountain heights!
Is it old to argue, frail,
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole army of air
Sweet breezes!
And what about noise, what buzz,
Warm showers and rays
And chilikane, and singing! ..
Leave yourself soon!
She has no bow, no arrows,
Smiled only - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes! ..
Yes, they will find it in the ravines!
Look - swarms of bees are noisy,
And flies the flag of victory
Motley butterflies squad!
(A. Maikov)

7. Spring and Creek

I slept under the snow for a long time,
Tired of silence.
I woke up and ran
and met Spring:
- Do you want your song
Will I sing to you, Spring? -
And Spring: - Drip-drip! Cap-cap!
Creek, are you not cold?
- No, not a bit, not at all!
I just woke up!
Everything is ringing, murmuring in me!
I'll sing!.. The snow will melt.
(V. Lanzetti)

8. Spring guest

Sweet songbird,
native swallow,
She returned to our home
From a foreign land.
Curls under the window
With a live song
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me…”
(K. Ldov)

9. Snowdrop

Next to the pine snowdrop
Looks at the sky - bright, gentle.
What snowflake petals!
Do not stretch your hands to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!
(I. Emelyanov)

10. Spring gives songs

Spring gives songs
Gives smiles,
And meet her from the bottom
The fish are swimming.
(T. Belozerov)

11. The forest woke up

The forest praises the Spring-princess:
Loudly pouring laughter melodious
Deep in the green
Over cold water.

The forest man is dancing under the oak,
Violently waving a fresh branch.
Vodyanitsy curl,
Razor sisters.

river grass in hair
The chest is like foam, the gaze is crafty, -
Or them in the spring
Enjoy the game!

Grandfather kosmach, gray-haired, furry,
He sat astride a humpbacked stump,
And the yaga is an old woman
Something whistles softly.

Joy took possession of all:
In the lush splendor of the white night
The king of the swamp digs
The root is enchanting.

And conjures in the unsteady mire:
"Enchant, Spring, with a smile
All paths are forest
And human hearts!
(M. Pozharova)

12. After the flood

The rains have passed, April is getting warmer,
Fog all night, and in the morning
The spring air is definitely dying
And turns blue with a soft haze
In the distant clearings in the forest.
And the green forest slumbers quietly,
And in the silver of forest lakes
Even slimmer than his columns,
More fresh pine crowns
And delicate larches pattern!
(I. Bunin)

13. Hurry, Spring!

Hurry spring, hurry
I feel sorry for the bunny from the bottom of my heart:
There are no ovens in the forest,
They don't bake loaves of bread,
No hut - lock the door,
There is nowhere to even warm your ears ...

Hurry spring, hurry
I feel sorry for the sparrow from the bottom of my heart:
The sparrow has no grandmother,
Who will knit socks and a vest?
Chilled fingers on the blue snow.
I can't help the sparrow...

Hurry spring, hurry
Perch is sorry from the bottom of my heart:
He walks and wanders in cold water,
What to eat, he does not find anywhere,
It can be seen crying in the dark and silence.
Hurry spring, hurry!
(H. Myand, translation from Estonian by I. Tokmakov)

14. Escape

Somewhere in the morning blizzards ran away,
Frost disappeared somewhere in the distance.
Winter threw off her fur coat in fright
And she ran away with them.

And at night he comes back for her,
Sighs, trying on in the darkness.
But something is getting shorter and tighter
It becomes a fur coat in winter.
(V. Orlov)

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15. Crane

The crane has arrived
To the old places:
Ant-grass
Thick-thick!
Willow over the creek
Sad, sad!
And the water in the backwater
Clean-clean!
And the dawn over the willow
Clear-clear!
Fun crane:
Spring-spring!
(E. Blaginina)

16. In the meadow

The forests are more visible in the distance,
Blue skies.
More noticeable and blacker
On the arable land, a strip
And children's louder
Above the meadow of voices.

Spring is on its way
But where is she herself?
Choo, a sonorous voice is heard,
Isn't this spring?
No, it's loud, thin
A wave murmurs in the stream...
(A. Blok)

17. Mess

When winter fled from spring,
Such a commotion began around
And so much trouble fell on the ground,
That in the morning, unable to stand it, the ice broke.
(V. Orlov)

18. Spring has finally come

Finally spring has come.
Spruce, birch and pine,
Throwing off white pajamas
Awakened from sleep.
(Igor Shandra)

19. Across the river, the meadows turned green ...

Beyond the river the meadows are green,
It breathes with light freshness of water;
More cheerfully rang through the groves
Songs of birds in different ways.

The breeze from the fields brings warmth,
The bitter spirit of the young vine...
Oh spring! How the heart of happiness asks!
How sweet is my sorrow in spring!

Gently the sun warms the leaves
And the paths are soft in the garden...
I do not understand what reveals the soul
And where am I slowly wandering!

I don’t understand who I love with longing,
Who is dear to me ... And is it all the same?
I'm waiting for happiness, tormented and longing,
But I do not believe in happiness for a long time!

It's bitter for me that I waste fruitlessly
The purity and tenderness of better days,
That alone I rejoice and cry
And I don't know, I don't like people.
(I. Bunin)

20. March

Sick, tired ice
Sick and melting snow...
And everything flows, flows ...
How fun spring running
Mighty muddy waters!
And the decrepit snow cries
And the ice dies.
And the air is full of neg,
And the bell sings.
From the arrows of spring will fall
Prison of free rivers,
Gloomy winters stronghold -
Sick and dark ice
Tired, melting snow...
And the bell sings
That my God lives forever
That Death itself will die!
(D. Merezhkovsky)

21. Spring

Pigeon, clean
Snowdrop flower!
And near the see-through,
The last snow...

Last tears
About the grief of the past
And the first dreams
About other happiness.
(A. Maikov)

22. Morning verses

It is so pleasant -
Wake up
And get up
And blue skies
See in the window

And find out again
That spring is everywhere
That the morning and the sun
Better than sleep!
(I. Maznin)

23. The arrival of spring

Green fields, groves babble,
There is a tremor in the sky of a lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what to add?
How else to glorify you
Soul life, spring coming?
(V. Zhukovsky)

24. Icicles

In a quiet nook
Our yard
Cry two icicles
Started yesterday.
"Tsok-tsok-tsok, we're hot!
Tsok-tsok-tsok, trouble!"
Scattered into spray
Ringing water.
The sun is a little higher
Stood over the yard
Tears from under the roof
They gushed in the stream.
poor icicles
Crying in the spring
Getting smaller and smaller
With every tear
So crying for days
Weekend morning
Two icicles have become
One puddle.
In a puddle in the evening
Dried water -
Because they don't help
Tears never!
(L. Derbenev)

25. Starling song

- Snow! Snow!
You will soon become a stream!
You will sing
How the streams sing!
And you will run for the spring meadow
For fine wrinkles
Warm earth! .. -
So, sitting on a branch,
The starling sang.
We listened to the song of the starling,
And the snow has already melted
He didn't make it
Listen to it to the end.
(L. Fadeeva)

26. Return of the singers

From the midday rays
A stream ran down from the mountain
And a small snowdrop
Grew up on a thaw.
Starlings return -
Workers and singers
Sparrows at the puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
And the robin and the thrush
Engaged in the device of nests:
Wear, wear in houses
Birds at straws.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

27. Spring Cavalry

Not a drop of spring
Breaks the ice
It's on the offensive
The cavalry is coming.

Met by birds
In the early hours
clapping hooves
Spring cavalry.

And not a bit
Drip around -
small sabers
Shine silver.

Nimble in the snow
The cavalry is flying
leaving black
Hoof holes.
(V. Orlov)

28. Spring, in spring, about spring

Birdsong in the groves,
And the class is silent.
We're going downhill
Leaning "spring".

We bow aloud: "Spring, springs ..."
And outside the window you can hear streams.
I can't sit on the desk
And then "spring, spring, spring."

Swifts rush under the roof,
Laugh at me -
They will not be asked for cases:
"Spring, spring, spring."

"Spring came,
Wait for ve-dreams.
(Wait, the leaves are visible!)
Hi weight-no,
Meet ve-snu.
(Where can I put my hand?)
Spring, spring, spring, spring,
Spring, oh spring..."
(Y. Akim)

29. The sun whispers

The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Do not be shy, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For a green forelock.
(V. Orlov)

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30. Miracles

Spring came along the edge,
Carried buckets of rain
Stumbled on a hillock -
The buckets overturned.

The drops rang
The herons roared.
Ants are scared
The doors were locked.

Spring rain buckets
Didn't make it to the village.
A colored rocker
Fled to heaven
And hung over the lake.

Miracles!
(V. Stepanov)

31. Lark

In the sun dark forest blushed,
In the valley of steam, thin whitens,
And sang an early song
In azure the lark is sonorous.

32. Spring backfired

Cheerfully backed
Spring from the forest
The bear responded to her
Rumbling from sleep.
Bunnies jumped to her
A rook flew to her;
The hedgehog rolled after
Like a prickly ball.
The squirrel got excited
Looking out of the hollow -
Fluffy waited
Light and warmth!
Proudly drew himself up
Brightened boron;
On the branches of brown
The bird choir boomed.
(L. Agracheva)

33. End of the school year

The parties are tired.
Tired board.
And the mop is tired.
And chalk, half a piece.
All the walls are tired
And all the floorboards
And all the best students!
Some teachers
Not at all tired!
Maybe,
From stainless steel.
(L. Fadeeva)

34. Spring is coming

It was sunny in the morning
And quite warm.
The lake is wide
flowed through the yard.

Freezing at noon
Winter has come again
The lake dragged on
Glass crust.

I split the thin
sound glass,
The lake is wide
It leaked again.

Passersby say:
- Spring is coming! -
And this is me working
Breaking ice.
(A. Barto)

35. We are very happy about spring!

Let the snowdrifts in the yard
And the snow hardly melts
Today is March in the calendar -
Spring is coming into play!

We are ready to jump to the sky
And chirping like birds
The last day of winter has passed
Pages torn off!

It became warmer in the soul,
Fun has no barriers
Our smiles from ear to ear
We are very excited about spring!
(N. Rodivilina)

36. Composition about spring

Snow is melting on the school roof
A ray of sunshine on the window
We write in our notebooks
Spring essay.
Here is a starling on a thin branch
Cleans his feathers
And rush with a ringing song
Blue-eyed streams.

It always happens in March

Sunny bunny on the desk
Teases each of us.
Teases each of us
Teases each of us.

The chime of the droplet is heard
All the guys in silence
We write in our notebooks
Spring essay.
Why we do not know ourselves
Looking forward to the call
And across the sky with sails
Clouds are floating.

It always happens in March
Joy comes to us in the classroom.
Sunny bunny on the desk
Teases each of us.
Teases each of us
Teases each of us.

Flocks of birds under the clouds
Circling in the blue sky
All nature writes with us
Spring essay.
(N. Prostorova)

37. Everything turned green ...

Everything is green...
The sun is shining
The lark song
It pours and rings.

Rainy ones roam
Clouds in the sky
And oh the shore is quiet
The river splashes.

fun with horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Goes furrow.

And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
The lark song
Have fun singing.
(S. Drozhzhin)

38. Song of spring minutes

Whatever the day
By the minute
The day is longer
Short night.

Slowly
take it easy,
Chasing away the winter
Away.
(V. Berestov)

39. March is on its heels

March is on its heels
Chasing the winter away
During the day the snow melts a little.
Freezes the night.

On a clear day, icicles cry -
The sun melts their sides
At night, dark tears are hidden -
Spring sadness.

The streams are merry
Cheerfully, joyfully murmur.
Barely whisper at night
Or even sound asleep.

Saying goodbye to the winter soon -
February is coming to an end.
I want to confess to you, friends:
I feel a little sorry for her!
(N. Rodivilina)

40. Green verses

All the edges are green,
Green pond.
And the green frogs
They sing a song.

Christmas tree - a sheaf of green candles,
Moss is the green floor.
And a green grasshopper
Made a song...

Above the green roof of the house
Sleeping green oak.
Two green gnomes
Sat between the pipes.

And, plucking a green leaf,
The younger dwarf whispers:
“See? red-haired gymnasium student
Walks under the window.

Why isn't it green?
May is now… May!”
The elder dwarf yawns sleepily:
“Shush! don't bother."
(S. Black)

41. Spring waters

Snow is still whitening in the fields,
And the waters are already rustling in the spring -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
Run and shine and say -

They say all over the place:
Spring is coming, spring is coming!
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead."

Spring is coming, spring is coming!
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
Crowds fun for her!
(F. Tyutchev)

42. Jin-la-la

"Ding-ding-ding" -
They sing drops.
"La-la-la" -
the starling sings.
Jing-la-la!
In fact
Has come
Winter is over!
(V. Stepanov)

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43. In the April forest

Good in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy rot
Different birds sing
Nests are built on trees;
In the glades of the lungwort
Strives to reach the sun
Between herbs morels
Raise caps;
Bud branches swell
leaves break through,
Start an ant
Fix your palaces.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

44. First sheet

The leaf turns green young -
See how young leaves
Birch trees are standing
Aerial greenery through,
Translucent like smoke...

For a long time they dreamed of spring,
In spring and summer golden, -
And these living dreams
Under the first blue sky
Suddenly broke into the light of day ...

Oh, beauty of the first leaves,
Bathed in sunshine
With their newborn shadow!
And we hear from their movement,
What is in these thousands and darkness
You will not meet a dead leaf! ..
(F. Tyutchev)

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45. Scattered winter

Still standing around
The trees are bare
And drops from the roof
Drip fun.

Winter is somewhere
Run away in a panic
And very bad
Turned the faucets.
(V. Orlov)

46. ​​May

Green, red,
bright May,
From the guys coats
Take off
Trees
Dress in leaves
Ring the streams
All day!
Where am I in May
I won't go
Everywhere I am the sun
I will find!
(S. Kaputikyan)

47. Spring

Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.

And everything got busy
Everything forces the winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.

Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...

Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...

Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed up in the snow
And only became blush
Against the enemy.
(F. Tyutchev)

48. The days are fine

The days are fine
Similar to holidays
And in the sky - the sun is warm,
Cheerful and kind.
All the rivers overflow
All buds open
The winter has gone with cold,
The snowdrifts became puddles.
Leaving the countries of the south,
The birds have returned.
On each branch of the starling
They sit and clean their feathers.
Spring time has come
It's time for flowering.
And so the mood
All people have spring!
(M. Plyatskovsky)

49. First weed

Hello, spring first grass!
How did it dissolve? Are you happy with the warmth?
I know you have fun and crush there,
They work together in every corner.
Stick out a leaf or a blue flower
Everyone hurry young root
Earlier than willow from tender buds
The first one will show a green leaf.
(S. Gorodetsky)

50. March

The sun warms up to the seventh sweat,
And raging, stupefied, a ravine.
Like a hefty cowgirl has a job,
Spring is in full swing.

Snow is withering and sick with anemia
In the twigs of powerlessly blue veins.
But life smokes in a cowshed,
And the teeth of the pitchfork radiate with health.

These nights, these days and nights!
A fraction of drops by the middle of the day,
Roofing icicles thin,
Brooks of sleepless chatter!

Open everything, stable and cowshed.
Pigeons peck oats in the snow
And of all the animator and culprit -
smells fresh air manure.
(B. Pasternak)

51. Bird cherry sprinkles with snow

Bird cherry sprinkles with snow,
Greenery in bloom and dew.
In the field, leaning towards shoots,
Rooks are walking in the band.

The silk grasses will vanish,
Smells like resinous pine.
Oh you, meadows and oak forests, -
I'm besotted with spring.

Rainbow secret news
Glow in my soul.
I think about the bride
I only sing about her.

Rash you, bird cherry, with snow,
Sing, you birds, in the forest.
Unsteady run across the field
I will spread the color with foam.
(S. Yesenin)

52. Hello spring!

Spring flower in new grass
Squinting affectionate eye.
The goldfinch sat on the maple tree
Green knot.

Like a yellow-breasted bird:
In the clear brilliance of the height,
The sun is shining, joy is everywhere -
Hello sweet spring!
(M. Pozharova)

53. Poems about spring

Why is it everywhere
Such fun
Such -
From dawn to dawn -
Celebration?
Since
What do they celebrate
Starlings housewarming...

And just everything?
And only everything!
Since
What is rushing
inconspicuous,
Paper,
Along the river that came to life
brave ship,
And the waves and the wind
They rock it...
And just everything?
And only everything!

And only everything
What, as before, is red,
Came
Arrived,
Spring has returned!
(I. Maznin)

54. Spring

Again, spring has come to the country.
The sun rejoices. The day has grown.
And only icicles cry
Pitying winter and frost.
(G. Novitskaya)

55. I'm waiting

I'm waiting for the snow to melt
And flies fly everywhere
And they will announce the overgrown shore
Discordant croaking of a frog,
When the lilac blossoms
Fragrant lily of the valley will glance
And the hot day will be refreshed
Thunderstorm unexpected, blessed.
I'm waiting for the flute in the fields
Suddenly sings unpretentiously
And her sullen corncrake
He will answer with a shy twitch.
I'm waiting, and the snow is falling harder,
Severe frosts are cracking...
Oh summer, where are you? Where are the dragonflies?
Where is the vociferous nightingale?
(M. Chekhov)

56. March

March! March! March! March!
The covers of the desks warmed up,
Decorated houses
Blue fringe.

March! March! March! March!
Sparrows got excited:
From the sidewalk to the ledge,
“Chick-chirp!” - and a bullet down.

March! March! March! March!
Flies crawled out to the start -
Gain strengths
Spread wings.

March! March! March! March!
Brighter green school cards,
Longer than the previous lesson
Louder than the previous call -
Jin-n-n!
(A. Krestinsky)

57. Snowdrop

In the forest, where the birches crowded in a crowd,
A blue eye peeped into the snowdrop.
Little by little at first
Put out a green leg
Then he reached out with all his little strength
And quietly asked:
"I see the weather is warm and clear,
Tell me, is it really spring?
(P. Solovyova)

58. First bee

As soon as the sun came out from behind the clouds
Take a look at how it is after the rains in nature,
Like a curious and chatty beam
He let slip: the weather should be warm.

And you, leaving the dark hollow,
You fly to the first yellow flower,
And in my soul - warm, warm,
Although still on the street - not very much.
(O. Fokina)

59. Poems about spring

Snow is no longer the same -
It darkened in the field
Ice cracked on the lakes
It's like they split.

Clouds run faster
The sky got higher
Sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.

It's getting blacker every day
Stitches and paths
And on willows with silver
Earrings glow.

Run away, brooks!
Spread out, puddles!
Get out, ants!
After the winter cold!

Bear sneaks
Through the forest deadwood,
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.
(S. Marshak)

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60. March

That frost
Those puddles are blue
That blizzard
That sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Above the ground-
goose chain,
On the ground -
Brook woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
tongue.
(V. Orlov)

61. Martu naps easily

opened up
black roads -
The sun is hot,
But in a snowdrift
Like in a lair
March
Dries easily.

More on him
By ski
The daredevils run.
He sleeps sweetly
And does not hear
That the streams laugh.
(G. Novitskaya)

62. Spring divination

Yablonka today
Not before sleep
Joyfully looks
From under the scarf:
Something told her
Spring
By the palm of the young
Leaflet.
whispered something
And a little light
Gathered somewhere
Along with May...

Fortune telling will come true
Or not -
This is us in autumn
Let's find out.
(V. Orlov)

63. Spring, spring!

Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
His azure alive
He blinds my eyes.

Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the wind
caressing the sunbeams,
Clouds are flying!

Noisy streams! glittering streams!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she lifted!

More trees are bare
But in the grove there is a decrepit leaf,
As before, under my foot
Noisy and fragrant.

Under the sun most soared
And in the bright sky
The invisible lark sings
Congratulatory hymn to spring.
(E. Baratynsky)

64. Spring

On the trees -
You look -
Where the kidneys were
Like green lights
Leaves flared up.
(N. Goncharov)

65. Spring flew into the classroom

Breaking the lesson
Ran into class
Spring -
Forgot to close
It is seen,
Window sashes.
call
Keep silence
Did not help -
In vain teacher
To the guys
Was strict.
They turned out
At all
Nothing to do with:
Incessantly
Poplar
Shumel
Outside the window.
(S. Ostrovsky)

66. Bird cherry

Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
Cherry fragrant,
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs.
(S. Yesenin)

67. When April knocks on the window

When at the window
april knocks
I left the city
I'm going to the field
Listen
lark trill,
Admire in spring
Enough!
I love to look
How slowly
Her soul awakens!

And the sun - red shearing -
flies,
Barely touching the ground
And joy jumps
Like a hare
And underneath
He can't feel his feet!
(G. Novitskaya)

68. Spring again

And again blind hope
People give their hearts.
Nightingales in the forests, as before,
At night the whites sing.

And again four lovers
In the groves the young ones run,
Happily touched eyes
Believe again, lie again.

But it does not please, does not torment,
Full of passionate bliss,
Only dispassion teaches the heart
Spring is alien to the heart.
(D. Merezhkovsky)

69. Buds have blossomed on a willow

Buds have blossomed on the willow,
Birch weak leaves
Revealed - snow is no longer an enemy.
Grass sprouted on every bump,
The ravine became emerald.
(K. Balmont)

70. Call signs

The night frosts are falling
Cold winds whistle.
Aspens, oaks and birches
They sleep under the chilly stars.
But there's a change in the air
They woke up the pine tree:
Needles like antennae
Spring has already arrived.
(V. Orlov)

71. Spring Arithmetic

Subtract!
Begin
From all streams and rivers
Subtract both ice and snow.
If you subtract snow and ice,
There will be a bird flight!
Let's combine the sun with the rain...
And let's wait a bit...
And we'll get herbs.
Are we not right?
(E. Moshkovskaya)

72. Angry snow

All winter
White snow
Belel,
And in March
I took it and turned black.
(M. Sadovsky)

73. Spring has come

Buds swell in spring
And the leaves have hatched.
Look at the branches of the maple -
How many green spouts!
(T. Dmitriev)

74. In April

First sunny day
The wind is blowing.
Sparrows have fun
In these warm hours
And the icicles wept
And hung up their noses.
(V. Orlov)

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75. The singing of a lark is louder ...

The song of the lark is louder,
Brighter spring flowers
Heart full of inspiration
The sky is full of beauty.

Breaking the shackles of anguish,
Breaking the vulgar chains,
Runs into a new life
triumphant tide,

And it sounds fresh and young
New forces mighty system,
Like stretched strings
Between heaven and earth.
(A. Tolstoy)

76. March

Awakening not yet
Nature, immersed in half sleep.
But the forest is in a drowsy-sweet languor
The drops are already ready to meet the ringing.

Even in captivity at the ice, rivers languish,
But thin as glass, and fragile ice.
More sunny smiles are rare,
But the sky is bluer and brighter.

The crumpled snow cover
And the forest stands, bare to the waist.
And snow with colored sparks opal
In some places it became gray, like chalcedony.

The crystal shine of winter will not return soon.
Forgotten white brush magic.
But this is the loss behind which
The triumph of a new life is coming.
(N. Sedova-Shmeleva)

77. thawed patches

thawed patches, thawed patches -
Freckles in the snow!
They have a small snowdrop
Hatch: ku-ku!
And in the grove, beyond the outskirts,
The rooks will respond
The earth will be washed with water,
And the streams roar!
Winter is creeping up
And catches the silence
And the path breaks
Tripping on spring!
It all started with thaws,
And everyone is happy with the sun.
Boots instead of boots
Horseshoes are knocking!
(M. Takhistova)

78. Spring morning

I wanted to sleep a little
But I saw a light in the window.
Luchik - a warm palm
The sun extended to me.

And whispered in my ear:
- Throw off the blanket.
Are you tired of sleep?
Get up -
So many things!

cherry blossoms -
Sweet aroma.
Like an embroidered shirt
Our spring garden.
(V. Nesterenko)

79. Ice drift

Ice is coming, ice is coming!
Long string
Third day in a row
Ice floes are floating.

Ice floes are moving
In fear and anxiety
Like a herd to the slaughter
They drive along the road.

Blue ice, green ice
grey, yellowish,
Heading towards certain death
There is no return for him!

Somewhere on the ice manure
And traces of skids.
Someone's sled took the ice away,
Frozen hard.

The ice floe drives the ice floe on the way,
Strikes in the back.
Not letting you rest
The ice floe turns the ice floe.

But this block of ice,
fat, clumsy,
There was free water,
Bound by cold.

Let the old ice melt
Dirty and cold!
Let it die and live
In the wide expanse!
(S. Marshak)

80. Sparrow

sparrow ruffled
Feathers -
Alive, healthy
And unharmed.
Catches March
Sun
With every feather
His.
(V. Orlov)

81. Spring Thunderstorm

I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.

Thundering peals of the young!
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies ...
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads...

An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes merrily thunders...

You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, spilled on the ground!
(F. Tyutchev)

82. Sentry

Posted to
In the very spring
At attention,
Dropping your palms,
In white gloves
Like a clock
There is a snowdrop
On a cold foot.
(V. Orlov)

83. Lily of the valley

O first lily of the valley! From under the snow
You ask for sunbeams;
What a virgin bliss
In your fragrant purity!

Like the first ray of spring is bright!
What dreams descend in it!
How captivating you are, a gift
Flaming Spring!

So the maiden sighs for the first time
About what - it is not clear to her -
And a timid sigh is fragrant
The excess of life is young.
(A. Fet)

84. Spring is coming around the city

Ding! Don!
Ding! Don!
What is that gentle sound?
This is a snowdrop
Smiling through sleep!

This is whose fluffy beam
So it tickles because of the clouds,
Forcing the little ones
Smile from ear to ear?

Whose warmth is this?
Whose kindness
Makes you smile
Bunny, chicken, cat?
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
Around town!

And the poodle has a smile!
And fish in the aquarium
Smiled out of the water
Smiling bird!

So it turns out
What does not fit
On one page
The smile is boundless -
How pleasant!
This is the length
That's the width!
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
Around town!

Vesna Martovna Podsnezhnikova,
Vesna Aprelevna Skvoreshnikova
Spring Maevna Chereshnikova!
(Yunna Moritz)

85. Wonderful color

I was told:
White color
Extremely
Complicated.
This color
For seven colors
May be
Decomposed.
Here now
It's clear,
Why spring
The snow will melt
White,
And the meadow grows
Color.
(H. Gainutdinov)

86. Spring cases

Everything has awakened from sleep:
SPRING is sweeping the world.

It's like we're blooming
Feeling the arrival of SPRING.

And I wanted to get out
Towards the young SPRING.

I'll drown in the green leaves
And I blame VESNA for this.

Nature breathes only one
Unique SPRING.

A starling perched on a pine tree
Bawling songs ABOUT SPRING.

Tell others about it
And you repeat the cases.
(N. Klyuchkina)

87. This morning, this joy ...

This morning, this joy
This is the power of both day and light,
This blue vault
It's a scream and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This voice of the waters

These willows and birches
These drops are these tears
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This tongue and whistle

These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This haze and the heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring.
(A. Fet)

The forest is good in early and late spring, when the turbulent life hidden from eyes and ears begins to awaken in it. Melting winter snow. Overhead, thin birch branches covered with puffed-up resinous buds are visible. More and more bird voices are heard in the forest. The first migratory birds begin to sing, heavy capercaillie lek in remote places. Fallen needles showered nostril snow under the fir trees. The first thawed patches appeared on the forest glades. On the exposed tussocks, strong green lingonberry leaves are visible. In some places, when warm, they begin to bloom, snowdrops-coppices grow like a carpet. It smells of resinous buds, tree bark. Thrushes sing. On the top tall tree, all in the rays of the rising sun, cooing a wild pigeon.

A joyful day will come - the edge of the birch forest will be covered with a green haze. Cuckoos cuckoo. In the mornings before dawn, red-browed handsome black grouse flock to the current. In the evening, long-nosed woodcocks are pulled over the tops of the forest, hork and zvirka. Quacking over the river wild ducks. On the edge of the forest swamp, high in the sky, a snipe ram is running.

Much can be heard in the awakening spring forest. Fritillaries squeak thinly, invisible owls goog at night. In the impenetrable swamp, the cranes that have arrived in the spring lead round dances. Bees buzz over the yellow golden puffs of the blossoming willow. And in the bushes on the river bank, the first nightingale sang loudly.

Which of you has not been in a hot summer in a cool dark forest! The most vociferous birds have fallen silent, the sonorous nightingales no longer sing along the edges of the forest.

You walk through the forest, looking carefully - you need to be able to find mushroom places, to know where which mushroom grows. Here under the trees mixed forest the cap of the boletus blushes. You bend down, cut off a thick mushroom root with a knife, carefully put the find in a basket. In some places, strong mushrooms come across, it's nice to pick up a coldish mushroom. Here, beautiful red fly agarics scattered in a wide round dance in a clearing. In the pine forest come across mushrooms. Boletus mushrooms densely sit in a young birch forest.

Fragrant tasty strawberries ripen in open forest glades. In the middle of summer, forest raspberries ripen. And along the edges of the marshes, blueberries ripen, lingonberries turn red on the green branches.

The Russian forest is especially beautiful and sad in the early autumn days. Against the golden background of yellowed foliage, bright spots of painted maples and aspens stand out. Slowly circling in the air, yellowed light leaves fall from the birches. Thin silver threads of sticky cobwebs are stretched from tree to tree. Quiet in autumn forest. Fallen dry leaves rustle underfoot. In some places, the hat of the late boletus turns red. The hazel grouse will whistle thinly, the cranes flying in a school will call about high in the sky.

Something sad, farewell is heard and seen in the autumn forest. Indian summer called in the village this short autumn time. Transparent in autumn and clean air, clear water in forest streams. Each is visible at the bottom of a pebble. The late autumn flowers are still blooming. Songbirds are preparing to fly away. No, no, a thrush will crackle in the forest, a hard-working woodpecker will knock on a dry tree. Still green, dropping ripe acorns, an old spreading oak stands on the edge of the forest. But the tops of the birches are already bare. On a dark solid background spruce forest bright colors of maples and aspens are clearly visible. Already flew around, light yellowed willow leaves float on the water. It’s good in the autumn flowery forest, for a long time I don’t want to leave it, say goodbye to golden autumn days.

In our Russian forests, perhaps, there is no tree more powerful and more beautiful than green oak. In Russian folk tales and epics, it was not for nothing that the oak-hero was mentioned. The trunk of an old oak is strong, its spreading branches.

Once upon a time, in ancient times, there were a lot of oak trees in our forests. Such forests were called oak forests. There are very few pure oak forests left now. For a long time, strong oak wood has been used for various needs. Ships were once built from oak forests. Preparing for the Azov campaign, Tsar Peter near Voronezh, where there were many oak forests, founded shipyards.

Now oak trees are rare. In ancient parks, in some places in the forest and in the open field, you can see an old branchy oak. In continuous forests, the oak lifts its green crown high. And growing up in freedom, it usually spreads thick strong branches covered with green hard foliage.

Who among you has not admired the old oaks! In the tops of spreading oaks, birds make their nests. At strong winds the green peak roars menacingly. In the spring, later than other trees, buds bloom on oaks. People have long noticed that a cold north wind usually blows at this time.

Also in early childhood I liked to go to the familiar Rovok, where branchy oaks grew, under which lilies of the valley bloomed in summer, fragrant strawberries ripened. In autumn I gathered beautiful strong acorns under the oaks. The green foliage of oaks is strong and resilient. Yellowed dead leaves sometimes hang on the oaks all the long winter. You used to ride in a sleigh along a winter snowy road on a cold windy night, you would hear the rustle of dead oak leaves.

Once upon a time, green oak forests grew throughout Russia, usually along the banks of our small and large rivers. The trunks of old oaks washed away by spring waters fell into the water, lay at the bottom of the river, which covered them with sand and silt. Unlike other trees, oak does not rot in water. Having lain for tens and hundreds of years at the bottom of the river, oak wood turns black. From such bog oak they made expensive durable furniture. The table on which I write is made of bog oak. Once this table stood in my uncle's room, and as a child I walked under it. I am very fond of the desk made by my uncle's hands, and have not parted with it since my happy childhood.

Oak is a heat-loving and light-loving tree. In the forests of the far North you will not see oaks. On high mountains Caucasus, I saw a lot of green branchy oaks. I saw a lot of old oaks in Belovezhskaya Pushcha. The trunks of old oaks, covered with hard, cracked bark, rose high into the sky. wild pigs– wild boars collected acorns under them.

Despite its strength, oak is a tender tree, afraid of hard frosts. In the harsh frosty winter of 1939, when many orchards perished in Russia, oaks that stood alone also died and froze. Oak grows very slowly. Forest scientists claim that some oaks live up to a thousand years. Anyone who wants to grow an oak must be patient for for a long time. Small oak trees grown from acorns slowly rise above the ground. Need more than one human life to grow a real oak-hero.

Of all the trees in the Russian forest, our birch is dearest to me. Birch light groves are good and clean. White birch trunks covered with thin birch bark. Particularly good birch forest spring. As soon as the snow melts in the forest, resinous fragrant buds swell on the birches. From each accidentally broken branch of a birch, life-giving sweet juice drips. Many migratory songbirds gather in birch groves. Vociferous thrushes sing, cuckoos call, nimble titmouse fly from tree to tree. A carpet is spread, blue and white snowdrops-coppices bloom below under the birches.

There is a special day in Russian nature when young foliage begins to bloom on birch trees. You will go free and gasp with joy: the forest edges are covered with a green gentle haze. It smells like sticky tender foliage in a birch grove. How good are young birch leaves! Entering the forest, a person feels the fresh breath of the awakened earth. A day or two will pass - and all the birches will be covered with young dense fresh foliage.

ACTIVITY 6

Punctuation marks when addressing, introductory words,

phrases and sentences

Let's remember the theory

The appeal is separated by commas along with the words dependent on it (if any).

The particle o before the treatment is not separated from it by a comma.

! Most often, the address names someone, but sometimes (mostly in poetic speech) names inanimate objects. Personal pronouns are not addressed (except in special cases. For example, Hey, you, pilot ...).

Introductory words and phrases are highlighted in writing with commas, have different meanings:

Denote emotions (to joy, to surprise);

Express confidence, uncertainty, assumption (probably, of course);

They indicate the connection of thoughts, their order (secondly, so);

Indicate the source of the message (in words, how it is transmitted);

Designate ways and techniques of expressing thoughts (in a word, in other words);

Express an assessment of the measure and degree (as usual);

They indicate a call to the interlocutor (you see, let's say).

! There are never introductory words between that, literally, just, etc.

The word however, standing at the beginning of the sentence, is a union and the comma is not distinguished, but if it is in the middle or at the end of the sentence, then this is an introductory word.

If the introductory word is at the beginning or at the end of a separate turnover (participle, participle), then it is not separated by a comma.

From the union a, the introductory word is separated by a comma when it (the union) can be omitted.

Introductory words and phrases are not members of the sentence; you cannot ask a question to them.

Introductory sentences have the same meanings as introductory words and phrases, and are separated by commas. If introductory sentences have additional comments, explanations, clarifications, then they are highlighted with brackets or a dash.

Let's look at examples

1. And now farewell, father. (I. Turgenev)

The appeal is not common, it indicates the person to whom they are addressing (to the priest, the father is not a member of the sentence), it is separated by a comma on the one hand, as it stands at the end of the sentence.

2. You are good, a long and sad winter night, familiar with your fears since childhood. (I. Bunin)

The appeal is common (a long and sad winter night), indicates an inanimate object, stands in the middle of a sentence, which means it is distinguished by commas on both sides.

3. Oh Rus'! In anguish, exhausted, I compose hymns for you. (F. Sologub) An uncommon address is preceded by a particle o, which is not separated by a comma, but since the appeal is pronounced with a special intonation, it is distinguished with an exclamation mark.

4. Take away my heart into the ringing distance. (A. Fet)

Sentences of a similar structure (with an imperative verb-predicate) are often mistaken for sentences with appeal, but here the apparent appeal my heart is a member of the sentence, which means it is not an appeal, there are no punctuation marks.

5. Firstly, I am not writing a story, but travel notes ... (M. Lermontov)

The introductory word indicates a sequence of thoughts, is not a member of the sentence, is at the beginning of the sentence, therefore it is highlighted with a comma on one side.

6. Father all the time looked impatiently at the door of the barracks, apparently not at all interested in what his mother would answer him. The introductory word is at the beginning participle turnover, so there is no comma after it.

7. The English have coal stores here, and the rest are engaged in trade and, of course, exploit the inhabitants.

The introductory word here carries a shade of confidence, of course it is not a member of the sentence, it stands in the middle of the sentence, it is highlighted on both sides with commas.

8. In a word, the carpet business was successive in the family. (S. Dangulov)

An introductory phrase indicates a way of expressing a thought, is not a member of a sentence, stands at the beginning of a sentence, stands out on one side with a comma.

9. Fortunately, an uncle with firewood met on the outskirts of the village, he warned of the danger, and they turned into the forest ... (V. Bykov) The introductory word expresses a feeling of joy, fortunately is not a member of the sentence, stands at the beginning of the sentence, stands out comma on one side.

10. According to the shepherd, one of the shells exploded in front of the grazing herd, and the sheep, blinking their fat tails, rushed in horror into the steppe and disappeared. (M. Sholokhov)

The introductory phrase indicates the source of the message; according to the shepherd, it is not a member of the sentence; it is separated by a comma on the one hand.

11. Olga Ivanovna, as usual, went to Ryabovsky at one o'clock to show him her sketch... (A. Chekhov)

The introductory word indicates an assessment of the measure and degree, as usual, is not a member of the sentence, stands in the middle of the sentence, is separated by commas on both sides.

12. You were afraid, admit it, when my fellows threw a rope around your neck? (A. Pushkin)

The introductory word indicates a call to the interlocutor in order to attract attention, admit it is not a member of the sentence, it is in the middle of the sentence, which means it is highlighted with commas on both sides.

13. I felt tears boil in my heart and rise to my eyes.

14. The new doctor advised refreshing drinks, but, by the way, confirmed Bazarov's assurances that no danger was foreseen. (I. Turgenev)

An introductory word torn from the union a, when transferred to another place in the sentence, violates its meaning, therefore, a comma is not placed after the union a, the introductory word is highlighted with a comma on one side only.

15. The wide collar of the sheepskin coat was never fastened, but, on the contrary, was wide open to the very waist. (N. Leskov)

The introductory word torn off from the union a, when transferred to another place in the sentence, does not violate its meaning, which means that commas are placed before the union a and after it, the introductory word is separated by commas.

16. They whispered among themselves, probably choosing a song. (K. Stanyukovich)

The introductory word is at the beginning of the adverbial turnover, which means that it is distinguished by a comma on one side only.

17. It was dark, and, as it seemed to me, someone, leaving, hastily closed the door. (A. Green)

Introductory proposal introduces a shade of uncertainty, is independent, has a grammatical basis - it seemed to stand in the middle of a sentence, it is distinguished by commas on both sides.

18. Innokenty Filatych Grudev - he is also familiar to us - was in the rank of church elder and stood behind the treasury. (V. Shishkov) The introductory sentence introduces a hint of clarification, is independent, therefore a dash is highlighted on both sides.

19. One evening (this was in 1904), when it was already dark, Gorky went out onto the lawn and tore out the already prepared rockets from the ground. (Yu. Annenkov)

The introductory sentence has the meaning of an explanation, clarification, stands in the middle of the main sentence, is highlighted on both sides with brackets.

! Note! The same words can be introductory and can act as different members of the sentence.

20. The performance of his speech was made, obviously, in order to show the benefits of his position ... (L. Tolstoy)

21. At dinner, we talked about the war, the approach of which was already becoming obvious. (L. Tolstoy)

In sentence 20, the word is obviously introductory, since you cannot ask a question to it, the word introduces a shade of uncertainty into the sentence, which means that it is separated by commas on both sides. In sentence 21, the word is obviously a member of the sentence (part of the predicate), which means that the comma is not highlighted.

Let's practice

Exercise

Set up punctuation marks.

1. But I guessed you, dear princess, beware! (M. Lermontov)

2. Where are the friends of the past years, where are the indigenous hussars? .. (D. Davydov)

3. The silent sea, the azure sea, I stand enchanted over your abyss. (B. Zhukovsky)

4. Our sea is unsociable day and night it makes noise ... (N. Languages)

5. Not a word about my friend, not a sigh... We will be silent with you. (A. Pleshcheev)

6. Nothing seemed to be able to disturb my boundless happy balance. (A. Green)

7. It should be clarified here that the Commandant was his nickname in the harbor, absolutely everyone knew, from the last tavern to the customs office. (A. Green)

8. It was evident that at that moment not a single thought about herself, about her relationship to him, was in Natasha's soul. (L. Tolstoy)

9. The snow lay down firmly and can be seen for a long time. (G. Bryantsev)

10. Meanwhile, the estate of Pavel Petrovich appeared from the mountain. (I. Bunin)

11. Nazansky was, as usual, at home. (A. Kuprin)

12. The king waved right hand and apparently timidly sang something badly and sat down on the crimson throne. (A. Tolstoy)

13. And this person can be my support. (B. Garshin)

14. During this short stay of Rostov in Moscow, before leaving for the army, he did not get close, but, on the contrary, broke up with Sonya. (L. Tolstoy)

Test tasks

1.

Show off (1) the city of Petrov (2) and stand steadfast, like Russia ... However (3) we were late.

1) 1, 2 2) 1, 2, 3 3) 2 4) 1, 3

2. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

There is no sweeter edge in the world (1) o (2) my homeland! Celebrate (3) my friends (4) hurry up... you won't have long to celebrate!

1) 1, 2 2) 1, 3, 4 3) 3, 4 4) 1, 2, 3, 4

3. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

But (1) my dear neighbor (2) the whole thing is that fear was in every cell of my body.

My dear neighbor (3) always helped me in the most difficult time.

Glory to you (4) hopeless pain!

1) 1, 2, 4 2) 1, 2 3) 2, 4 4) 1, 2, 3, 4

4. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

O (1) captivating city of riddles (2) I am sad, having fallen in love with you.

Noise, noise (3) obedient sail (4) worry under me (5) gloomy ocean.

1) 2, 3, 4, 5 2) 1, 2, 3, 4 3) 1, 2, 5 4) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

5. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

Aunt Klava (1) dear (2) why don’t you yourself sleep and don’t let others sleep?

You are my letter (3) dear (4) do not crumple.

1) 1, 2, 3, 4 2) 1, 2 3) 2, 3, 4 4) 1

6. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

Talk to them (1) merchants (2) think.

Make noise (3) spring oak forests!

He visited fields, forests and (4) spring oak forests.

1) 1, 2, 4 2) 3 3) 1, 2, 3 4) 1, 2, 3, 4

7. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

That (1) the dense forest (2) became thoughtful, clouded with dark sadness?

Hello (3) sun (4) yes spring morning!

1) 1, 2, 3 2) 1, 2 3) 2, 3, 4 4) 1, 2, 3, 4

8. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

Humble yourself (1) about (2) heart (3) do not grumble ...

Break, melt and die (4) creatures of fragile dreams (5) under the bright flame of events, under the hum of worldly fuss!

1) 1, 2, 3 2) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 3) 1, 3, 4, 5 4) 2, 3, 4, 5

9. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

The old man sighed and (1) probably (2) realizing that there was a conversation ahead, he closed the thick book...

You (3) probably (4) misunderstood me.

According to the sister (5), this time she came with an excited and mysterious look.

1) 1, 3, 4, 5 2) 1, 2, 3, 4 3) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 4) 1, 5

10. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

The owner (1) turned out to be (2) gone with the reds.

In a word (3), we considered ourselves innocent of anything and did not expect the slightest trouble.

The ring (4) turned out to be (5) gold.

1) 3, 4, 5 2) 3 3) 1, 2 4) 1, 2, 3

11. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

Obviously (1) feeling the proximity of housing, the wolf cautiously and narrowly stepped along the roadside, closely clinging to the bushes.

According to the stories of contemporaries (2), they hesitated to leave the world for a monastery.

However (3) there was no deceit here, there was a war, and (4) means (5) all her tricks were in effect, all the possibilities were used.

1) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 2) 2, 3, 5 3) 1, 4, 5 4) 2, 3, 4, 5

12. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

It seems (1) that he and Sotnikov had already disappeared from the field of view of those who were on the road.

The swamp (2) looks like (3) was indeed endless.

And (4) meanwhile (5) it was quite clear to her that she had nowhere else to go from here.

1) 2, 3 2) 2, 3, 5 3) 1, 4, 5 4) 1, 5

13. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

In a word (1), nothing good came of visiting Vienna. The temple (2) of course (3) could not accommodate even a hundredth of the gathered people.

1) 1, 2 2) 2, 3 3) 1, 2, 3 4) 1, 3

14. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

And suddenly it became clear, obvious (1) that it was not people walking at all, it was silent puppet silhouettes moving. The road (2) seemed (3) to have no end.

The old woman (4) obviously (5) often talked about Danko's burning heart.

1) 1, 2, 3 2) 2, 3, 4, 5 3) 4, 5 4) 1, 4, 5

15. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

Varenukha (1), to Rimsky's (2) complete surprise, reported that Woland was staying at Likhodey's apartment.

However (3) smart people they are smart enough to understand complicated things.

1) 1, 2, 3 2) 3 3) 1, 2 4) 1, 3

16. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

In a word (1) there was a thaw on the earth.

I confess (2) even before my involuntary acting, I never had a high opinion of the provincial scene.

The harmonica (3) though (4) was useless for them.

1) 1, 2, 3, 4 2) 3, 4 3) 1, 2 4) 1, 4

17. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

Under the icy-greenish moonlight, white water mountains grew (1) it seemed (2) in front of the very terrace and suddenly fell through somewhere.

Right (3) it reminds me of something apostolic.

It was incomprehensible to everyone (4) it seemed (5) and it was strange how (6) all of a sudden, in the village, such a clever girl could appear.

1) 3, 4, 5 2) 1, 2, 3 3) 1, 2, 4, 5 4) 1, 2, 3, 6

18. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

He (1) can be seen (2) did not swim for the first time.

Mountains (3) can be seen (4) for several kilometers.

1) 1, 2 2) 1, 2, 3, 4 3) 3, 4 4) 1, 3

19. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

Fortunately (1) the road was still empty, and the coniferous patch ahead, although slowly, but (2) still (3) was approaching.

This road led (4) to happiness.

1) 1 2) 1, 2, 3 3) 1, 2, 3, 4 4) 2, 3

20. Which digits should be replaced by commas in sentences?

But (1) maybe (2) you want to know the end of Bella's story?

Everything (3) can be there.

1) 1, 2, 3 2) 1, 3 3) 1, 2 4) 2, 3

Spring - great time awakening of nature winter sleep. At this time, the air really smells of spring, the sun smiles at us more and more often, and together with nature, our feelings “come to life”. It is not surprising that in the spring you especially want to create. Artists - to draw amazing landscapes, poets - to write amazing
Of course, a lot of poems are dedicated to the main holiday of Spring - Also often at this wonderful time they write about the beauty of nature. I offer an amazing selection of poems about spring.

Poems about spring

spring evening

Golden clouds are walking
Above the resting earth;
The fields are spacious, mute
Shine, doused with dew;
The brook murmurs in the darkness of the valley,
Thundering in the distance spring thunder,
Lazy wind in aspen leaves
Trembles with a caught wing.

The high forest is silent and thrilling,
The green, dark forest is silent.
Only sometimes in the deep shadow
The sleepless leaf will rustle.
The star trembles in the lights of the sunset,
Love beautiful star
And the soul is light and holy,
Easy, as in childhood.

Ivan Turgenev

I came to you with greetings

I came to you with greetings
Say that the sun has risen
What is hot light
The sheets fluttered;

Tell that the forest woke up
All woke up, each branch,
Startled by every bird
AND full of spring thirst;

Tell that with the same passion
Like yesterday, I came again
That the soul is still the same happiness
And ready to serve you;

Tell that from everywhere
Joy blows over me
I don't know what I will
Sing - but only the song matures.

A. Fet

birdie

In a foreign land I sacredly observe
native custom antiquities:
I release the bird
At bright holiday spring.
I became available for consolation;
Why should I grumble at God,
When at least one creature
I could give freedom!

A. S. Pushkin

This morning, this joy

This morning, this joy
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This cry and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This voice of the waters

These willows and birches
These drops are these tears
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This tongue and whistle

These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,

This night without sleep
This haze and the heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring.

A. Fet

Poems about Spring

Spring rushed to the river
To slide on the roller.
Stepped on hard ice -
The river depths opened up.
Spring hastened to the clearing,
Pick up snow in the palm of your hand
Fluffs, gentle snowflakes -
And the snowdrop opened.

E. Moshkovskaya

Spring

When the broken ice in the spring
An excited river goes
When among the meadows in places
The bare earth turns black
And the darkness falls in clouds
On semi-young fields,
An evil dream cherishes sadness
In my inexperienced soul;
I see nature is getting younger
Do not get younger only to her;
Lanit calm flame scarlet
Take time with you
And the one who suffered so, it happened,
She won't find love in her heart.

M.Yu. Lermontov

In April

First sunny day.
The spring breeze is blowing.
Sparrows have fun
During these warm hours.
And the icicles shed tears
And hung up their noses.
spring cavalry
Not a drop of spring
Breaks through the ice
It's on the offensive
The cavalry is coming.
Met by birds
In the early hours
clapping hooves
Spring cavalry.
And not a bit
Drip around -
small sabers
Shine with silver.
Nimble in the snow
The cavalry is flying
leaving black
Hoof holes.

V. Orlov

Spring

Everything dried up. And there are already kidneys.
Lilies of the valley will bloom soon, cereals.
Here clouds float like lambs.
Louder, louder spring news.
I am disturbed by the importunate squeak:
Tucked up, grouchy Fekla,
Hanging over the street with risk
rubs window panes.
Here the lime is scraped off with a knife ...
There are cups of poison... Here is cotton wool...
The chest is embraced with April delight.
The wind blows dust outside the window.
The windows are wide open - and screaming, talking,
And the flower stalk sways,
And floor polishers go out into the yard
Barefoot knock out furniture.
The cat crawled out and sits at the trough,
Washes with a velvet paw.
Here is a boy in a cotton shirt,
Having run, he launched a grandmother at him.
In the sky, the light of evening lights.
Feelings again, as before, fires.
The skies are blue and blue
Clouds, like lambs, wavy.
In the blue distances my gaze wanders.
All earthly aspirations are so pathetic...
A little man in props in the yard
With thunder imports heavy beams.

Andrey Bely

The sun warms both adults and children,
The sun drowns snowdrifts and ice floes,
In the meadow, near the houses on the thawed patches
Blades of grass break through.
And the vociferous streams ring,
Fragrant buds swell,
The clouds in the sky are clear, fast
Waiting for the birth of sticky leaves.

Irina Aseeva

How nice it is to live in the world,
Especially in spring!
I go, and the warm wind,
Like a forest, it runs after me.
Thawed crown
At the bald hillock
And it smells like fresh shavings
From the collective farm!

A. Logunov

March

The sun rises higher in March
Its hot rays.
Soon it will drip from the roof
The rooks will scream in the garden.

C. Marshak

March

Loose snow darkens in March,
Ice is melting on the window.
Bunny running around
And the map on the wall.

S. Marshak

March

Once the snow is gone
The boys went to the forest.
March sends his regards to everyone
And with him - a bouquet of snowdrops!

V. Berestov

Crane

The crane flew to the old places.
Grass-ant thick-thick!
The willow over the backwater is sad, sad!
And the water in the backwater is clean, clean!
And the dawn over the willow is clear, clear!
Fun crane: spring-spring!

E. Blaginina

Admire: spring is coming,
Cranes fly in a caravan
The day is drowning in bright gold,
And streams on ravines rustle.
Soon you will have guests
How many nests will be built - look!
What kind of sounds, for songs will pour
Day-to-day from dawn to dusk.

I. Nikitin

The snow is already melting...

The snow is already melting, streams are running,
Spring blew through the window ...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in foliage!
clear blue sky,
Warmer and brighter sun became;
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
Again a long time passed.

A. Pleshcheev

The evil blizzard flew away
The rooks brought spring.
Run after each other
restless streams.
They boldly rush through the meadows,
Along the paths to the fields.
Bloomed, improved
Rested land.
The titmouse chimes loudly
In front of our window...
Soon there will be a knock on our door
Real spring!

Snowdrop

In the forest, where the birches crowded in a crowd,
A blue eye peeped into the snowdrop.
Little by little at first
Put out a green leg
Then he stretched with all his scarlet strength
And quietly asked:
"I see the weather is warm and clear,
Tell me, is it really spring?

P.S.Solovyova

Martha naps lightly

opened up
black roads-
The sun is hot,
But in a snowdrift
Like in a lair
March
Dries easily.

More on him
By ski
The daredevils run.
He sleeps sweetly
And does not hear
That the streams laugh.

G. Novitskaya

SPRING GUEST

Sweet songbird,
native swallow,
She returned to our home
From a foreign land.
Curls under the window
With a live song
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me…”

(1905) K. Ldov (K. N. Rosenblum)

Hello Spring!

Spring flower in new grass
Squinting affectionate eye.
The goldfinch sat on the maple tree
Green knot.

Like a yellow-breasted bird:
In the clear brilliance of the height,
The sun is shining, joy is everywhere -
Hello sweet spring!

March

That frost
Those puddles are blue
That blizzard
Those are sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Above the ground-
goose chain,
On the ground -
Brook woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
tongue.

V. Orlov

Everything is green...
The sun is shining
The lark song
It pours and rings.

Rainy ones roam
Clouds in the sky
And oh the shore is quiet
The river splashes.

fun with horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Goes furrow.

And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
The lark song
Have fun singing.

S.D. Drozhzhin

About the bug and the spider

He warmed a barrel in the sun,
Soon the worm came out
And behind him is a spider.

The sun hid behind the mountain
And went home
And a bug, and a worm,
And, of course, a spider.

On the thaw again
Tomorrow will be sunbathing
Beetle, worm and spider ...
Will heat another barrel.

T. Gusarova

spring sun

So glad
The sun is pouring down
April!
Grace!
See
joyful faces
And give away freckles!
take a dip
In a river full
To the birds in the sky
wink
And play
Your solo number -
Blaze at sunset!

G. Ilyina

Last snow

White seal from the snow roof
Slipped and groaned.
Spring looked from under the eyelids
swollen windows,
And the snow, changing its appearance,
Transformed -
That snake is light and alive
rolled lightly,
It flew like a white bird,
Sliding along the edge
Beyond that invisible limit
Where does it grow.

G. Ilyina

The rain came out for a walk

One two three four five -
The rain came out for a walk.
And, by chance, ate snowdrifts
To not stand idle.
A month later on the lawns
Grass curled up
And then, on dark crowns
Timidly - sticky foliage.
And then summer came.
Miracles, give or take...
It started out so easy...
The rain came out for a walk ...

A. Parunov

spring forest

beautiful white birches
And the fresh scent of leaves
And on the pine trunk like tears
Glittering drops of resin.

Us poplar earrings
They get drunk with a resinous smell.
Forest first flowers
Everywhere our eyes are caressed.

And now the woodpeckers in the thicket of the forest
A merry knock is heard,
And flying over the trees
The May beetle is hurrying somewhere.

Shaggy bumblebee buzzes while filming
Spring gifts from flowers.
Crown trees are blooming
Like marvelous tents.

The fog has melted over the clearing,
Playing with sparks grew up.
Spring is coming, announcing
The whole world is a peal of spring thunderstorms.

I. Butrimova

February snowdrifts settled a little,
For a long time there is no December whiteness in them ...
Winter is unlikely to overturn
Their snows, on the eve of spring ...

March will come, under the bright rays
The snow will melt, the trees will come to life...
Snowdrifts will become ringing streams
And the hymn to spring, rejoicing, will be sung ...

N. Onishchenko

Winter is leaving

Winter is leaving, away from sorrow.
Spring's messenger, the sun's ray,
Turns pale White snow meeting,
What is powerful in refraction.
The arms of the rays are still weak.
March timidly sends messengers,
Pinery in a spiky dress
And lace flows from the branches.
Why rush. Squirrel neighbors
Having searched the forest, they run to housing.
The dog Strelka is chasing them
For your territory.
They take off their hats of spruce snow,
But the beast is still hungry.

L. Volynets

spring morning

Beautiful spring morning
Leaves breathe cool
Sunrise turns pink over the forest
And the distance of the sky is clear.

The stars melted in the sky
The haze dissipated in the distance,
Decorate tree crowns
Magic colors of dawn.

Flowers open on the lawn
And the birds sang in the forest
Welcoming clear morning
And in the green of the first spring.

I. Butrimova

spring battle

April ascended the throne of spring,
Wearing a mimosa crown.
And the bird trills rang out
In the tops of sleepy birches...

More and more the sun breaks
A feather bed of gray clouds
And gently warms us
In their arms of gold.

Look! March is still busy
Launching the wind on the attack,
But April does not want to retreat,
He seduced his brother with streams.

Youths cannot reconcile
And everyone craves the power of the throne,
But the wise Spring-maiden
Arranged between the sides ...

She will take April by the hand,
He presses his shoulder harder -
Smells like Easter
And fragrant cake.

A timid snowdrop will hatch,
Breaking through the cold white blanket,
And the willow will wave a twig
Brother Martha, looking after him.

L. Shishkina

Princess Spring

Outside the window, drops are drumming,
Melting snow and icicles on the roofs,
And April is tiptoeing
No one can hear him at night.

Streams run along the asphalt,
Lanterns reflected in a puddle
A spring dreams so easy
And the January cold is forgotten.

After a long winter sleep
Nature slowly comes to life
And the Princess Spring comes,
Opening the morning of the year.

I. Butrimova

Spring

***
Every day more strength at the spring
It's getting harder and harder for winter to fight it,
And more often in February dreams
The golden sun is woven

Echo ringing fly through the yards
Crazy bird trills,
And to replace the snow and winds
Slowly the drops are coming.

The world awakens from sleep
Lifting heavy weights...
Spring returns to people -
Return to the heart of hope...

M. Winter

Spring

Spring has come - red and now
He distributes his gifts:
forest trees and the animals
Fluffy white clouds.
Someone leaves and grass
Someone blue sky
I call someone drops,
To someone the cheerful trill of birds,
Someone will change their coats
Someone is caressed by the wind
And warm sunshine
And the first gentle flower.

M. Piudunen

There is still snow in the shade
But soon, very soon
It will turn into a stream
By our fence.
And it will be fun to murmur
And wind along the road
And will jump side by side
Happy tit!

E. Dolgikh

Spring

Spring! And there is so much light in the world
At least play blindfold with the sun ...
Winter in the morning, summer in the afternoon,
Choose the season to your liking!

Like a child's ball under the palm,
The barometer jumps easily...
March gives a coffee spoon
Warm fresh milk.

Spring is a funny girl
And the calendar is not a decree for her,
Frost pinches, spoiled,
Squinting the Sun's bright eye!

Spring

The snow got wet and the ice wept -
Winter will end soon.
From dawn to dusk
The miracle tower is melting.

Nature wakes up
How the birch blossomed.
Only with Santa Claus
Things do not go in the spring

B. Elshansky

The cat does not hide its face.
March breeds watercolor.
The snow on the roofs is gray crying...
Silently listening to the drops
The sun knits with a thin thread
Openwork under the trees.
The cat lay down like on the beach,
Sings: MUR-MUR-MUR.

A. Kalinina

The starlings have arrived

Updated your outfit again
In the green shoots of the forest,
And we were awakened at dawn
Merry starling voices.
Familiar ringing trills -
We immediately recognized them.
Guys guys
They brought spring on wings!
Birdhouse in the school yard
I fixed it with a friend.
Fly to us in a cheerful flock,
Winged friends!
And we sang this song
And the birds echo us in the distance,
Guys guys
The starlings have arrived, the starlings have arrived,
They brought spring on wings!

M. Matusovsky

cobwebs

fragrant acacia blossom,
Trills of birds, spring heat,
Gossamer silver
The musical staff is thick, lively.

The wind gently plays
Silver of the most delicate strings,
It will soar, then it will quietly rise,
It will whisper like a sorcerer.

And the winged herd flies
Notes ringing above the earth,
Above the grass still uncompressed,
Over the enchanting spring!

On the wings of spring

Birds sang about spring
about the shine of thawed patches in a clean field,
about willow velvet, about pine
in a golden boyar dress;

About the fact that the snow, running down,
gnawed a window in the ice,
and looks at the bright stalk,
straightening out the sticky fluff.

We do not understand the delight of the rook,
that I haven't seen spring yet,
when on the wings of the song is ringing
I fly holiday dreams.

Tatiana Maslova-Sherwood

Bird cherry sprinkles with snow,
Greenery in bloom and dew.
In the field, leaning towards shoots,
Rooks are walking in the band.

The silk grasses will vanish,
Smells like resinous pine.
Oh you, meadows and oak forests, -
I'm besotted with spring.

Rainbow secret news
Glow in my soul.
I think about the bride
I only sing about her.

Rash you, bird cherry, with snow,
Sing, you birds, in the forest.
Unsteady run across the field
I will spread the color with foam.

S. Yesenin

Spring came

Willows cry with happiness
Dropping tears to the ground
Spring has come, welcome!
And a branch of birch

She knocks on the windows.
Winter is over!
And a kidney, like a palm,
Everyone wakes up from sleep.

N. Samoniy

spring snow

He was beautiful in winter, and in spring
He lost his greatness.
And the sky turned blue
Over its gray expanses.

Snow slides into deep ravines,
Hurrying under the dazzling sun.
So suddenly an unnecessary layer of paper comes off
From a baby decal...

K. Vanshenkin

spring motif

Oaks and birches are getting younger,
Green leaves on the branches.
Roses will bloom soon
And grass will cover the lawns.

The gardener paints benches in the park.
The kids, having played out, are naughty.
And the little girl, climbing the hillock,
Somersaulting, it flies in a lump.

Anxious mother's cry.
Mothers of others reproachful sigh.
There are no more beautiful days of flowering in spring!
And games played out crumbs!

Spring in the forest

Desperate cold
Delay melting.
Spring later than usual
But even more unexpected.

In the morning the rooster is amur,
And there is no passage for the chicken.
Turning your face to the south
The pine squints in the sun.

Although it soars and bakes,
Another whole week
Roads are covered with ice
Blackened bark.

In the forest, spruce debris, trash,
And everything is covered in snow.
Water with the sun in half
The thawed patches are flooded.

And the sky is in clouds like fluff
Over the dirty spring slurry
Stuck in the boughs above
And the heat does not move.

lark

The dark forest glowed in the sun,
In the valley of steam, thin whitens,
And sang an early song
In azure the lark is sonorous.

It's so easy for me here, so welcome,
So boundless, so airy;
I see the whole world of God here.
And my song praises God!

V.A. Zhukovsky

Country song (excerpt)

The grass is green
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy.

With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter ...
Chirp out of the way
Hello to us soon!

I will give you grains
And you sing a song
What from distant countries
Brought along...

A.N. Pleshcheev

First thunder

The first thunder rumbled
The cloud has passed
The pure moisture of the rain
The weed got drunk.
Covered the whole distance
rainbow arc,
Splashed sunbeam
bright above the ground.

S.D. Drozhzhin

Snow is melting, streams are running ...

The snow is already melting, streams are running,
Spring blew through the window ...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in foliage!
clear blue sky,
The sun became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
gone again for a long time...

A.N. Pleshcheev

spring thunderstorm

I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
as if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.

The young peals are thundering,
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.

An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the uproar of the forest and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully with thunder.

You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.

F.I. Tyutchev

Willow is all fluffy ...

The willow is all fluffy
Spread around;
Spring is fragrant again
She waved her wings.

The clouds are rushing about,
warmly illuminated,
And again they ask to the soul
Captivating dreams.

Everywhere diverse
The eye is busy with the picture,
Noisy crowd idle
The people are happy about something ...

Some secret longing
The dream is inflamed -
And over every soul
Spring is passing by.

A.A. Fet

spring waters

Snow is still whitening in the fields,
And the waters are already rustling in the spring -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
They run, and shine, and say ...

They say all over the place:
"Spring is coming, spring is coming,
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead!"

Spring is coming, spring is coming!
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
Crowds merrily after her.

F.I. Tyutchev

The wind brought from afar ...
The wind brought from afar
Songs of spring hint
Somewhere light and deep
The sky opened up.

In this bottomless azure
In the twilight of near spring
Weeping winter storms
There were starry dreams.

Timidly, darkly and deeply
My strings were crying.
The wind brought from afar
Sound songs are yours.

A.A. Blok

Spring, spring, how clean the air ...

How clear is the sky!
His azure alive
He blinds my eyes.

Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the wind
caressing the sunbeams,
Clouds are flying!

Noisy streams! glittering streams!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she lifted!

More trees are bare
But in the grove there is a decrepit leaf,
As before, under my foot
Noisy and fragrant.

Under the sun most soared
And in the bright sky
The invisible lark sings
Congratulatory hymn to spring.

E. Baratynsky

Spring

Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.

And everything got busy
Everything forces the winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.

Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...

Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...

Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed up in the snow
And only became blush
Against the enemy.

F. Tyutchev

Spring

The snow is already melting, streams are running,
Spring breeze came through the window.
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in foliage!

clear blue sky
The sun became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
Again a long time passed.

And the heart is so strong in the chest
Knocking like it's waiting for something...
As if happiness is ahead
And winter took care of!

All faces look merry.
"Spring!" - you read in every glance;
And now, as a holiday, she is glad,
Whose life is only hard work and sorrow.

But frisky children ringing laughter
And carefree birds singing
They tell me who is the most
Nature loves renewal!

K.S. Aksakov

Spring

Go away, gray winter!
Beauties of Spring
The golden chariot
Rushing from the mountain heights!

Is it old to argue, frail,
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole army of air
Sweet breezes!

And what about noise, what buzz,
Warm showers and rays
And chilikane, and singing! ..
Leave yourself soon!

She has no bow, no arrows,
Smiled only - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes! ..

Yes, they will find it in the ravines!
Look - swarms of bees are noisy,
And flies the flag of victory
Motley butterflies squad!

Apollo Maykov

bird cherry
Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
Cherry fragrant,
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs.

S. Yesenin

Heavy rain in the green forest...
Heavy rain in the green forest
Rumbled through the slender maples,
Through forest flowers...
Do you hear? - The song flows loudly
Carefree resounds
Voice through the woods.

Heavy rain in the green forest
Rumbled through the slender maples,
The sky is clear...
In every heart arises, -
And torments and captivates
Your image, Spring!

O golden hopes!
The groves are dark, dense
They deceived you...
Soft and inviting voice!
You sounded a wondrous song -
And faded into the distance!

I.A. Bunin

Here is the last snow in the field is melting ...

Now the last snow in the field is melting,
Warm steam rises from the earth
And the blue jar is blooming,
And the cranes call each other.
Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms are impatiently waiting;
All springs are warmed by breath,
Everything around loves and sings;
In the morning the sky is clear and transparent,
At night the stars shine so bright;
Why is it so dark in your soul
And why is the heart heavy?
It's sad for you to live, oh friend, I know
And I understand your sadness
Would you fly away to your native land
And you do not feel sorry for the earthly spring ...

A.K. Tolstoy

in the meadow

The forests are more visible in the distance,
blue skies,
More noticeable and blacker
On the arable land, a strip
And children's louder
Above the meadow of voices.

Spring is on its way
But where is she herself?
Choo, a sonorous voice is heard,
Isn't this spring?
No, it's loud, thin
A wave murmurs in the stream ...

A. Blok

Spring

Pigeon, clean
Snowdrop flower!
And near the see-through,
The last snow...

Last tears
About the grief of the past
And the first dreams
About other happiness.

Apollo Maykov

The coming of spring
Green fields, groves babble,
There is a tremor in the sky of a lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what to add?
How else to glorify you
Soul life, spring coming?

V. Zhukovsky

Russian spring

Bored in the hollows of birches,
Foggy dregs in the fields
Soaked horse manure
The path turns black in the fog.

In a sleepy steppe village
Smelly breads are baked.
Slowly two beggars
They wander through the village.

There, in the middle of the street, puddles,
Ash and spring mud
In the huts there is waste, but outside
The mounds are smoldering, smoking.

Squinting, he sits by the barn
Sheepdog on a rusty chain.
In the huts - it is dark from fumes.
Foggy and quiet - in the steppe.

Only the rooster is carefree
Spring sings all day long.
In the field it's warm and drowsy,
And in the heart of happy laziness.

I. Bunin

Snowdrop
Together with the first scarlet dawns
On the clearing of the forest thicket,
By the birches, between the snowdrifts,
A blue flower has blossomed.

He remembers how behind the weary cold,
Encircling the meadows for a long time,
The sun's ray is golden and life-giving
He melted the snow in the glades.

Before this victorious force
Streams rustled in the valleys,
And with a gentle and pale smile
He opened his petals.

And we excite with sweet hope,
Hiding at the foot of the roots,
Half-timidly he waits, half-joyfully
Those bright rays of the sun...

Olga Chyumina

After the storm

The pink west is cooling down,
The night is wet with rain.
Smells like birch bud
Wet gravel and sand.

A storm swept over the grove,
Fog lifted from the plains.
And trembles with skinny leaves
The darkness of frightened peaks.

Sleeps and raves spring midnight,
Breathing timidly cold.
After the storms, spring is more sinless,
Like a loving soul.

Her life was affected by a flash,
It's time for her to love.
Laughed, burst into tears
And she was silent until the morning! ..

K. Fofanov

Spring day

Dear K. M. Fofanov

Spring day is hot and golden, -
The whole city is blinded by the sun!
I am again - me: I am young again!
I'm happy and in love again!

The soul sings and breaks into the field,
I call all strangers on "you" ...
What space! What a will!
What songs and flowers!

Hurry up - in a cart over potholes!
Hurry - to the young meadows!
Look into the face of ruddy women,
Like a friend, kiss an enemy!

Make noise, spring oak forests!
Grow grass! Bloom, lilac!
There are no guilty: all people are right
On such a blessed day!

I. Severyanin

***

The cold winter will pass
Spring days will come
The sun will melt with warmth,
Like wax, the snows are fluffy.
emerald leaves
The forests will turn green
And together with velvet grass
Fragrant flowers will sprout.

S. D. Drozhzhin.

The proximity of spring

There is silence in the sky;
Mysterious moon
Shines through thin steam;
love star plays
Over the dark mountain;
And in the blue abyss
Incorporeal, flying,
Charuya, reviving
Silence of the night
Welcome spring.

V. Zhukovsky

The song of the lark is louder,
Brighter spring flowers
Heart full of inspiration
The sky is full of beauty.

Breaking the shackles of anguish,
Breaking the vulgar chains,
Runs into a new life
Triumphant tide.

And it sounds fresh and young
New forces mighty system,
Like stretched strings
Between heaven and earth.

A. K. Tolstoy

***

Sounds in the mountains, meeting spring,
Brooks intermittent speech;
Milkweed stalks across the shales
Arise in rows of white candles.

And in the glades of wet mossy
Among the sheets rotted over the winter -
Deaf thickets of the leafless
Lilac-smoky bushes.

And the branches stretch to the expanses,
Praying for the introduction of spring,
Like a menorah, on which
The fires are not yet lit.

M. Voloshin

***

More fragrant bliss of spring
We did not have time to descend,
More ravines are full of snow,
Still at dawn the cart rumbles
On a frozen path;

As soon as the sun warms at noon,
The linden blushes in height.
Through, the birch tree turns a little yellow,
And the nightingale does not dare yet
Sing in a currant bush.

But the news of rebirth is alive
There are already in the flying cranes,
And, following their eyes,
There is a beauty of the steppe
With blush bluish cheeks.

A. Fet

***

From the novel "Eugene Onegin" (excerpt)

Chased by spring rays,
There is already snow from the surrounding mountains
Escaped by muddy streams
To flooded meadows.
Nature's clear smile
Through a dream meets the morning of the year;
Blue, the skies are shining.
Still transparent, forests
As if they are turning green.
Bee for tribute in the field
Flies from the wax cell.
The valleys will awaken and dazzle;
The suffering is noisy, and the nightingale
Already sang in the silence of the nights.

A. S. Pushkin

***

Hides the moon behind the sheep
Yellow face from the bright sun.
High above the meadows
There is a glow in the east.

The dawn fogs up with foam,
Like the depths of the eyes of a bride.
Spring has come like a wanderer
With a staff in birch bark sandals.

On the birch trees in the shadow grove
Hung ringing earrings
And with the dawn in the lilac garden
A moth fluttered merrily.

S. Yesenin

spring motif

Soon, soon from the dead cold shackles
A young spring will uproot the forest,
And gray hair will fall from the branches
Defeated by the rays of snow...

Soon, soon, laughing, streams will scatter
Into the wide green expanse
And the earth will spread a multi-colored carpet,
And the nightingales sing in the bushes...

Soon, soon fragrant bird cherry flowers
Silver will turn white in the garden ...
And towards the spring I will go with hope
To the kingdom of the sun, warmth and dreams!

Glafira Galina

Pine

Lost among the rocks, alone on the cliff,
Quietly slumbering, leaning its top, pine,
Drowning waist-deep in deep snow;
The white frost of winter lay on the flexible branches.

The pine tree is dozing sadly in its robe
Among the gloomy stones and silence all around,
And has not yet touched her ear,
That the fields below were full of flowers;

Loud talk and rumble of the awakened earth
We haven't reached the mute gorge yet.
The pine tree slumbers quietly, but among the stone steeps
Once a hot sunbeam broke through,

He played, lit up ... And the pine tree woke up
From deep, winter, long sleep,
And towards the beam, with the caress of tender love,
She stretched out her frozen branches ...

Tikhon Lvov

before spring

The snow is still on the roofs
Sparkling bright white
And already in the air by noon
Responds to spring...

So it pulls everything in the sun
Go where it melts
Where with a light frost it is bright
The sun bakes your cheeks.

And you go - you go and breathe
Sharp air freer,
And in the eyes all the faces seem
Somehow better and kinder;

And you go - and the rumor tickles -
As if the sounds of children's bliss -
The ringing rustle of frisky drops
Brittle melting snow.

Vsevolod Krestovsky

Spring! the first frame is exposed -
And noise broke into the room,
And the blessing of the nearby temple,
And the talk of the people, and the sound of the wheel.

I breathed life and will into my soul:
bVon - the blue distance is visible ...
And I want to be in the field, in the wide field,
Where, marching, spring pours flowers!

A. Maykov

spring kingdom(excerpt)

The kingdom of vernal days has returned:
The brook is ringing on the pebbles,
The river roars
And with a cry a flock of cranes
It's flying towards us.

Resin smells from the forests,
Blushing, buds of petals
Breathe suddenly
And millions of flowers
The meadow is covered.

Spiridon Drozhzhin

Spring

Songs of the larks again
They rang in the sky.
"Dear guest, great!"—
They say spring.

The sun is already warmer,
The skies are getting brighter...
Soon everything will be green
Steppes, groves and forests.

Forget the poor sorrow
The old man will blossom with his soul ...
In every heart, in every look
Joy will flare up even for a moment.

The plowman will come out on the road,
Look around merrily;
Praying earnestly to God,
Cheerfully will take up the plow.

With a meek heart, with strong faith,
He will give himself all to work -
And the bountiful Lord will send
Harvest his fields!

A. Pleshcheev

***

Snow melts, snow runs in streams,
The streams murmur, ring, sing;
Sparkle, glisten in the sun
Streams born in spring...

Run fast, hurry up
From the realm of cold and sleep
Where there are no proud buildings,
No gloomy prisons, no hospitals,
Where there are no petrified hearts,
No faces clouded by life!

In the fields wide, in the valleys -
To other awakened streams,
To other streams, born in spring,
To freedom, to the sun and to flowers!

Apollo of Corinth

Oh, spring without end and without edge -
Endless and endless dream!
I recognize you, life! I accept!
And I greet with the sound of the shield!

I accept you, failure
And good luck, hello to you!
In the enchanted realm of weeping,
In the secret of laughter - there is no shame!

I accept sleepless arguments
Morning in the veils of dark windows,
So that my inflamed eyes
Irritated, intoxicated spring!

I accept desert scales!
And the wells of earthly cities!
Illuminated expanse of heaven
And the languor of slave labor!

And I meet you at the threshold -
With a violent wind in snake curls,
With the undeciphered name of god
On cold and compressed lips...

Before this hostile meeting
I will never drop my shield...
You will never open your shoulders...
But above us - a drunken dream!

And I look, and I measure enmity,
Hating, cursing and loving:
For torment, for death - I know -
Anyway: I accept you!

A. Blok

Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
His azure alive
He blinds my eyes.

Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the wind
caressing the sunbeams,
Clouds are flying!

Noisy streams! glittering streams!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she lifted!

More trees are bare
But in the grove there is a decrepit leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.

Under the sun most soared
And in the bright sky
The invisible lark sings
Congratulatory hymn to spring...

E. Baratynsky

***

Don't scare me with thunder
The roar of spring storms is cheerful!
After the storm over the earth
Shines more joyfully azure,
After the storm, young
In the splendor of a new beauty,
More fragrant and richer
Flowers are blooming!
But bad weather scares me:
It's sad to think that it will pass
Life without sorrow and without happiness
In the hustle and bustle of the day,
That the lives of strength will wither
Without struggle and without difficulty
That damp fog is dull
The sun will hide forever!

Ivan Bunin

spring evening

Golden clouds are walking
Above the resting earth;
The fields are spacious, mute
Shine, doused with dew;
The brook murmurs in the darkness of the valley,
In the distance the spring thunder rumbles,
Lazy wind in aspen leaves
Trembles with a caught wing.

The high forest is silent and thrilling,
The green, dark forest is silent.
Only sometimes in the deep shadow
The sleepless leaf will rustle.
The star trembles in the lights of the sunset,
Love beautiful star
And the soul is light and holy,
Easy, as in childhood.

Ivan Turgenev

Bird cherry sprinkles with snow,
Greenery in bloom and dew.
In the field, leaning towards shoots,
Rooks are walking in the band.

The silk grasses will vanish,
Smells like resinous pine.
Oh you, meadows and oak forests -
I'm besotted with spring.

Rainbow secret news
Glow in my soul.
I think about the bride
I only sing about her.

Rash you, bird cherry, with snow,
Sing, you birds, in the forest.
Unsteady run across the field
I will spread the color with foam.

S. Yesenin

***

I came to you with greetings
Say that the sun has risen
What is hot light
The sheets fluttered;

Tell that the forest woke up
All woke up, each branch,
Startled by every bird
And full of spring thirst;

Tell that with the same passion
Like yesterday, I came again
That the soul is still happy
And ready to serve you;

Tell that from everywhere
Joy blows over me
That I don’t know myself what I will
To sing, but only the song ripens.

A. Fet

In May

I will walk through the woods
There are many birds there;
Everyone flutters, sings,
The nests are warm.

I'll be in the forest
There I will find bees:
And they buzz and buzz
And hurry to work.

I will walk through the meadows
Moths are there:
how beautiful they are
In these days of May

A. Maykov

***

The buds blossomed, the forest stirred,
Bright beams all richened.

On its outskirts of fragrant grass
A silver lily of the valley looked out into the sun.

And opened meekly from the spring caress
Sweet forget-me-not blue eyes.

Spiridon Drozhzhin

Spring

The air breathes over the spring
Day by day warmer;
The dawns became brighter in the morning,
The sky is brighter.

The sun rises over the earth
Every day it's getting higher
And all day, spinning, cooing
Doves on the roof.

Here the willow dressed up
In white earrings
And children play at the huts.
Have fun, little ones!

Glad for the sunshine
Happy children will,
And now they are in a stuffy hut
You can't hold on anymore.

So the ice on the river cracked,
The river rustled
And from myself the shackles of winter
Throws off boldly;

The steep shores are digging,
Spread wide...
The splash and noise of turbulent water
Heard from afar.

A cloud ran into the sky,
A light rain sows...
Grass appeared in the field
The field is green.

On the bredinnik, on the willows
The kidneys expanded
And they look like gold
Light leaves.

So the forest is dressed, songs
The birds chimed.
Above the grass flowers heads
They shot brightly.

Good spring queen
Wearing a colorful cloak!
Much is in the air
And heat and light ...

Ivan Surikov