Creativity of Sergey Yesenin is saturated with sincerity, love, warmth. In poetry, the poet raises important, philosophical problems, but describes them in such a simple language that they attract a children's audience. Even babies without explanation understand the lines about the cabbage beds, about the white birch and bird cherry. Small poems do not have difficult words; lines are easy to read and remember. These verses can awaken good feelings in the souls of the younger generation.
- "Grandma's Tales." Childhood. After a winter party, snowdrifts and a sleigh, flushed children run home to listen to grandmother’s tales. They sat down in a row and listen, forgetting even to breathe. Not noticing Mom’s persuasion to go to bed, they completely disappeared into the stories of grannies. To read…
- "Birch". Favorite tree since childhood - birch. In winter, birch is covered with snow, like silver. Sprinkled with white fringe, stands under the windows and pleases the eye. With each dawn, her outfit is updated. To read…
- "Evening, like soot ...". The evening slowly looks out the windows. In the dim light of a small fountain, shadows jump on the walls. Mom sings a lullaby in front of the crib. Due to the approaching evening wind, wattle beats out the window. To read…
- "Winter". Autumn was replaced by winter. Frosts cracked, beautiful patterns appeared on the windows. Ponds froze - for the boys to joy, it is time to get the skates. Snowdrifts covered with hoarfrost grow quickly. The snow season begins. To read…
- “How should Marina be recommended?”. Kroha is not yet six years old, and she is already learning to read and write. Both brown eyes and cheeks are not bad - Marina describes herself. Sometimes a girl even reads poetry. And the main delicacy for her is chocolate! To read…
- “Edge, darling! My heart is dreaming ... ". Memories of the past, your favorite land. The author speaks of nature with a certain religiosity, thereby exalting it. After all, it is in nature that all our magical, childhood memories are stored. To read…
- "Niva harvested, groves of goals ...". Fall. All nature is ready for the onset of winter. Everything froze in anticipation of the snowy beauty. And even the end of the day is associated with the end of the golden season. To read…
- "The golden grove dissuaded ...". The poet's farewell to autumn symbolizes farewell to the past. Yes, it was beautiful, but passed. He is not sorry for the passing years, not sorry to part with them. After all, every person in this world is a wanderer. One road in life will close, another will open. Everything should take its course. To read…
- “Winter is singing - he is crying ...”. Howling wind in the forest, the sound of pines. Gray melancholy hung over nature, everything appears before us in gray colors. A snowstorm raged in the courtyards, the cold made the little sparrows cling to the windows of the houses. The poor birds froze, hungry, and the blizzard is becoming stronger and more aggressive. Huddled together, the birds dream of spring. To read…
- "Powder". Around winter silence. Ravens are heard only in the distance, and snow crunches under the hooves of horses. The forest is as if in a certain nap, the trees are tied in white scarves. And only the knock of a woodpecker on the top of a pine violates the peace of the grove. Snow showers all around, because of which the road ahead cannot be seen at all. To read…
- "Good morning!". The sun rises. Dawn is squealing. The first rays of the sun appear on the horizon. Sleepy birches straightened their shoulders, blossomed in the sunlight. Drops of dew sparkled on the grass. And even the gloomy nettle with each twig rejoices in the morning. To read…
- "The Tale of Shepherd Pete, His Commissar and the Cow's Kingdom". Here is a difficult life about the shepherdess Petit. It is difficult to manage cattle, which does not understand your words. Cows need only grass and the ability to rush for complete happiness. Spring, fresh air, dreams of a birthplace, but even this will not be able to distract Petya from work. He will easily find cows, wherever they are, and drive them into the village with a whole herd. He carries out all his work responsibly and honestly. In summer, an even heavier load falls on the boy. Rye has ripened in the fields, and if Petya does not look after his herd, then they will trample the whole crop, and the guy will get a whip on his back from the male rangers. In autumn, leaves abundantly fall from the trees, damp, slush around. During the day, the boy will get wet to the skin and freezes very much. Birds fly to warmer climes; there is no one Petya to complain about their fate. Then he thinks about his life. Is the shepherd’s fate to blame? Now, if he became a commissar, life would be much simpler and better. And the boy had a dream that he, working as a commissioner, lives in an apartment, collects levies, cleans roads, and even drives in a volost carriage.
His consciousness was completely eclipsed by the benefits of this profession. But you also need to understand that the more good a job can give you, the more you need to understand and work on it. He does not understand the demands and desires of the people, and therefore he cannot satisfy them in any way. Where can a young shepherd understand the needs of an entire urban population if he spent half his life alone with a cow herd. The boy understands that this is not a profession for him, and wakes up from a strange dream. He wakes up and realizes that his work is the most wonderful and beautiful in the whole world. To read… - "Bird cherry". Spring came, and after it the bird cherry blossomed, curled its golden branches like curls. In the morning, bird cherry hides under the droplets of Rossa and resembles a handful of silver. Near the bush, near the thaw, a small brook runs and flows. Bird cherry is basking in the sun under the sonorous songs of the brook, showering everything around with its magical aroma. To read…
- "I walk the valley ... At the back of the cap". The hero walks through the countryside, admiring the beautiful scenery around. Immediately before him appears a wide field and the peasants working on it. Local residents begin to play a trick on him a little and call the poet to campaign for him. He instantly agrees and with great pleasure gets to work. To read…