Surely you are familiar with our regular column “ Bookshelf mothers." Today, the father of two kids will act as an expert in the field of books, Andrey. He will tell us about the interesting rhymes and beautiful illustrations of Marina Boroditskaya’s book “The Last Day of Study.” We wish you pleasant reading!
I was returning from visiting
I walked in the dark,
Aunt Luna is behind me
Walked sideways across the sky...
Let's get acquainted!
My name is Andrew. I'm a dad of two kids. I try to instill in children a love of reading. That is why there are a lot of children's books in our library. I'm posting on Instagram blog about teenage literature, where, through personal reading for the future, I systematize the best, in my opinion, books for my children, who are still very young, but in a few years will become teenagers.
Our library has a lot of children's books that we read with children now (from 0 to 4-5 years old). Some books are good, some not so much. Sometimes about good books I really want to tell you! That's why I started a second separate one on Instagram blog, in which I share our “baby” books that we read to children now.
About the book from dad
I have a special relationship with poetry. I love it myself and try to instill this love in my children. It's no secret that reading poetry to children is even more useful than prose. This is a special catalyst for development. They perfectly develop memory and imagination, train the child’s speech, enrich lexicon, teach rhythm. That is why in our home reading we pay special attention to poems. We have many collections of poems. These are, as a rule, classics: Chukovsky, Mikhalkov, Barto, Marshak, etc. But I want to tell you about one special and amazing book. A collection of poems by Marina Boroditskaya with illustrations by Vadim Ivanyuk (Nigma publishing house, 2015, “Old Friends” series).
Who is this book for?
These poems, judging by the annotation to the publication, are intended for younger school age, but my four-year-old son reads them (or rather, I read them to him) with great pleasure, several times a day. The poems in the book are small, but they have an elusive charm that makes you re-read the lines with quiet pleasure and inexplicable interest. I really respect books when reading them a child asks questions. And here the child has a lot of questions that interrupt the reading, despite the obvious simplicity of the poems.
The fact is that this book has become one of our favorites home library, the merit of the artist is Vadim Ivanyuk. The illustrations are amazing and intelligent. I want to look at each drawing, study the little things and every detail, of which there are a lot in the illustrations! I really love this “pivorovsky” art style. This is a good book that children love!
Bakery song
There were two friends:
Bagel and Loaf.
We were waiting for a buyer
Bagel and Loaf.
I liked the bagel
Schoolboy in a cap
And Baton is a grandmother
In a beige scarf.
The bagel fell into the backpack
And he took off at a gallop,
And Baton quietly
The net is great...
Bagel met
With an ice slide,
With four boys
With a girl alone.
And the loaf - with saucepans,
With warm milk
With a bearded grandfather
With a red puppy.
Rybkin TV
The pond is frozen. The skating rink is open!
The waltz thunders. The lantern is on.
A fish sighs under the ice
And he says to his friends:
“It’s late, it’s time to go to bed,
I'm tired of calling children
From figure skating
There’s no way to tear them off!”
Shchi-talochka
I peel vegetables for cabbage soup.
How many vegetables do you need?
Three potatoes, two carrots,
One and a half heads of onion,
Yes, a parsley root,
Yes, cabbage cob.
Make room, cabbage,
You're making the pot thick!
One-two-three, the fire is lit -
Stump, get out!
To school
Dark. December. Seven in the morning.
The alarm clock screams: “Hey! It's time!
... On a December morning, at seven o'clock,
I'll bolt the door,
So that at this hour, almost at night,
My dream was still with me.
I'll crush my sleep with a pillow:
I so, I love him so much!
I'll lock myself, I'll close myself - they won't find me,
I’ll shrink, I’ll bury myself - they’ll go around,
Even if you break up here by calling,
Even if the world collapses, I’m gone!!!
... But in an hour, like in a year,
I run out of the gate:
I already know this day
And fast, long ice spreads, -
And I slide and I jump
And I want to live this day!
Chickenpox
Chickenpox is not a terrible disease,
Yes, it's spring...
All painted with brilliant green
I'm hanging out by the window.
Green dots
Dancing in the wind:
The buds have opened there
On the linden trees in the morning.
It's like I'm sick
The whole city is following me
Green chickenpox -
Green wind!
Bear school
First of April,
On the first day of school,
The cubs are writing
Essays at school.
Topic posted
On a big pine tree:
“HOW I SLEEP MY VACATION
AND WHAT YOU SAW IN YOUR DREAM.”
Migratory plasterer
Migratory plasterer
Not afraid of high altitudes:
Comes to us in the spring
Hanging in an old cradle.
Last day of training
Last day of training!
It's hot outside the windows...
All diaries with marks
Received in the morning
And new textbooks
On next year
Behind the stack is a stack of motley
The duty officer distributes.
What's there? Look, molecules!
Oh, girls, a skeleton! -
As if from textbooks
Haven't seen it for a hundred years!
And Rybochkin almost cries,
Lazy and merry:
“I didn’t get algebra,
Mar-Palna, how can this be?”
And hard covers
It smells so new
Long holidays
And forest freshness!
About the Middle Ages
After all, the house is from the Middle Ages
Not asked yet.
Forest swamp
Please tell me
How is there so much in it?
Did it fit?
There are three tadpoles.
Half a cloud.
Willow branch.
Finch bird.
And gnarly
My boat!
First grader
First grader, first grader -
Dressed up like for a holiday!
Didn't even go into a puddle:
I looked and passed.
Ears are washed to a shine,
Scarlet mushroom on the lid of the backpack,
And he himself is like a mushroom -
Looking sideways from under his cap:
Does everyone see? does everyone know?
Does everyone sigh with envy?
First of September
Books are wrapped
Bookmarks ready
Smooth paper
The notebooks are shining.
From now on they will contain
Write neatly -
Goodbye forever
Marks and stains!
Simple pencil,
Pencil red-blue
And three spare ones -
So it will be from now on.
Instead of wooden
The rulers are nondescript
Still bought yesterday
The square is transparent.
Here's a brand new backpack
With a tight latch:
It's never
They won't kick you
No way on it
They won't ride down the hill,
They will settle in it
Solid A's!
And the morning will begin
From a cold shower;
Wrapped for breakfast
yellow pear,
And its taste is sweet,
And her appearance is bright,
Like the light of a new life -
No blots or blots!
Stationery fairy tale
Maple leaf - yellow, wet -
Takes flight.
To the stationery store
The people are rushing in.
To the stationery store -
The most necessary, the most important:
Rusting like a forest
Full of all sorts of miracles.
There is a pen there,
Self-scraping pencil,
There is a “Do It Yourself” constructor
Weighing twenty kilograms!
There on a pair of thin legs
Suddenly it will go away on its own
A pile of pink covers
On top there is a blue bow.
There is a globe with three girths
Floating somewhere above the crowd
And rotates as if alive
A giant head.
Like unknown birds
The blotters fly up;
Counting sticks bag
Someone is dragging him, about an inch himself.
Dwarves as a friendly family
“Two hundred into the cage! One hundred in line!
And polka dots - fifty!”
Behind armfuls of armfuls
Leaving the store
Buttons, paper clips, paints, folders,
Even stale plasticine...
All goods are stationery,
The most necessary, the most important,
Sold out to the end -
Besides the seller's uncle:
The seller was unsaleable,
He stood for a sample.
Having barely caught my breath,
He takes off his robe:
“So the shelves are empty,
Soon the leaves will fly off."
Are you waiting: when will he come?
You'll wake up at dawn
Everything is as always, and New Year
It's been a long time in the yard!
Everything is the same from the Christmas tree branches
Tinsel is flowing down,
And the red ball shines under her,
Gifted yesterday...
But the snow fell overnight
Still so evenly white,
And last year's pie
It hasn't gotten stale yet!
Quick Guide for growing long braids
Eh, boys don't understand
What a pleasure -
Grow your braids long
Almost from birth!
To groom and protect the braids,
Nurture-work
Large-toothed comb
Rainwater.
Wash with baby soap
Or strawberry
That's an infusion of wild herbs,
That's egg yolk.
Oh, how sweet it is in the morning,
Sitting on the bed
Weave them tightly
Or barely
To be like a stick
Stand over your shoulders
Or a smooth stream
There was a murmur on my back...
How nice it is to choose
Silk ribbons
And from strangers' grandmothers
Listen to compliments!
No, boys don't understand
Uneasy happiness -
Wear long braids
Grade up to sixth grade,
And then go and borrow
Queue for haircut
And say decisively:
“Cut like a boy!”
Botanist
Once upon a time there was a botanist,
He wanted to go to the forest:
I took a notebook, Tula gingerbread
And he got on the electric train...
Along the path in the spring
Without going through five steps -
Suddenly familiar plants
He met him on the way.
Those are healthy, those are sick,
The kids grew up there
Those neighbors are being bullied
Those are not visible from the ground...
So he walked along the edge of the forest -
He lifted his cap all the time,
Stroked the lush tops
Yes, I shook leaves.
And greeted the nerd
All twenty times a day -
Like a city nephew
Village relatives!
Frog and pumpkin
The frog asked the pumpkin:
"Pumpkin?"
But she remained silent in response.
“Poor thing!
Is she alive or dead?
Tell me yes or no?
The frog tapped it with his palm
And poked the pumpkin with her foot,
And the pumpkin lay in its garden bed
And the crust glistened tight.
"Pumpkin? - the croak squealed. -
Pumpkin?"
Until the sow thistle whispered to her:
"Good pumpkin
Always like this:
Keep silent and grow."
Fairies
I am a hand mirror
Left it in the garden
So that fairies under the moon
We skated like on ice.
... Left on the mirror
Needles and twigs.
Lazy people! Done -
And they quit their skates.
Walnut gnome
In one nut,
In hazelnut
Settled in yesterday
Walnut gnome.
To the walnut house
He hid from everyone
But the branch was bent,
They picked a nut,
He's floating
In my basket:
The house is rocking
The gnome is tumbling,
Where will they bring it?
Or will they stock up for future use?
Milk ran away
The milk ran out.
Ran far away!
Down the stairs
It rolled down
Down the street
It started
Through the square
Guard
Under the bench
It slipped through
Three old ladies got wet
Treated two kittens
Warmed up - and back:
Down the street
Upstairs
And it crawled into the pan,
Puffing heavily.
Then the hostess arrived:
- Is it boiling?
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For three and equally,
or
Great reading happiness
Marina Boroditskaya. Marina Moskvina. Sergey Georgiev
Last day of training!
It's hot outside the windows...
All diaries with marks
Received in the morning
And new textbooks
Next year
Behind the stack is a motley stack
The duty officer distributes.
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And hard covers
It smells so new
Long holidays
And forest freshness!
It is about to come - as in Marina Boroditskaya's poem - the last day of teaching, when it will be possible to run away for the summer holidays and enjoy life. What's joy without good summer reading?
But before you start free reading, solve a simple problem. Three good writers are celebrating their anniversary this summer. How old is each person if it is known that between the three of them they are one hundred and fifty, and all equally?
Right! On June 25 we congratulate Marina Lvovna Moskvina, on June 28 – Marina Yakovlevna Boroditskaya, and on July 9 – Sergei Georgievich Georgiev.
As a child, almost everyone dreams of something like this! To become a pilot or a musician, an actress or a sailor: to jump with a parachute, drift on an ice floe, wander around the world and sing songs... Some succeed, and some of the chosen ones have a completely extraordinary gift - writing. This means a free fall and landing on the golden roof of the world! Drifting on an ice floe along the equator! Endless wanderings from yourself to yourself and back! Traveling theater on desk! All the kingdoms of the world and all their glory are at the tip of the imagination!
Marina Boroditskaya writes poetry for children and adults, translates poetry and prose from English. Her own and translated poems for children were published by the publishing houses “Malysh” and “Children’s Literature”, “AST-Press” and “Samovar”.
Boroditskaya's children's poems are a free, convincing intonation of a lively conversation, a creative “childishness” - that is, gullibility and openness, which have nothing to do with immaturity and irresponsibility.
Migratory plasterer
Not afraid of high altitudes:
Comes to us in the spring
Hanging in an old cradle.
“Telephone Tales of Marinda and Miranda,” published by Bustard in the charming series “Tales of Our Court,” is an experience of witty, cheerful and sensitive prose. The compositional feature of this book is that fairy tales for children are combined here into one lyrical and parody fairy tale for adults, without losing their childish charm.
“Adult” Boroditskaya is philological in the best sense of the word, often gravitating towards laconicism and the depth of the parable. She's not afraid to show up feminine in the lyrics, even such ambiguous and deepest motives as motherhood or loneliness, because her lyrical heroine is smart and firm, does not fall into stress, nor into complaint, nor into hysterics. These lyrics are intellectual. And therefore, it is difficult to say about Boroditskaya’s best poems, whether they are addressed to adults or growing up:
Twelve-sheet notebook
It's just begun, and everything is possible:
Will the page happen to get dirty?
You bend the staples carefully,
And away with the dirt. Then the leaf is double
Insert a spare one from your notebook
And you write again. The teacher won't notice.
Ay, well done! You're getting an A.
And so on until the middle. And already there -
Everything is clean, and the sheets are strictly counted.
Together with G. Kruzhkov, she translated Kipling (“Puck from the Magic Hills” and “The Fairies’ Gifts”), alone - Chaucer (“Troilus and Cressida”). Alan Garner's two-volume work translated by M. Boroditskaya (“The Stone from the Brising Necklace” and “The Moon on the Eve of Gomrath”) was awarded a diploma from the British Council for Culture.
Marina Moskvina He also writes prose for children and adults. The best of children's stories is the collection of stories “My Dog Loves Jazz,” awarded the International Andersen Diploma. The heroes of these stories - Andryukha Antonov, his mother Lyusya, father Misha and the dachshund Keith - are at the epicenter of life. They don’t do anything on purpose, but something constantly happens to them: a fire with a flood, fleas on a dog, a hobby like fishing and... jazz to the fullest! And if suddenly nothing is done, then a belated traveler named Avtandil Elbrusovich comes. Or, under the country veranda, a Fritz is discovered, immersed in Sopor. "I feel bad when nothing happens around me"– Andryukha explains.
Another mischievous and unobtrusively instructive book by Moskvina for children is “The Head of Professor Shishkin” (in the series “Tales of Our Court” by the Bustard publishing house). And for those who are growing up and have already grown up - “The Blochness Monster, or the Life and Adventures of Policeman Karavaev. Incredible stories for children and adults with pictures by Leonid Tishkov." The novels “The Genius of Unrequited Love” and “Days of Trembling” are addressed to the adult reader.
Marina Moskvina paints a world of eccentric eccentrics, absolutely free - not necessarily happy, but always striving for happiness: “We live well, crushed by affairs and troubles.” Their existence is a continuous ode to joy, because there is no alternative: “I always laugh,” my mother responded joyfully. “Because when I don’t laugh, I cry.” By plunging her heroes into the abyss of a desperate farce, Moskvina allows them to purify themselves and rise, as if an ancient tragedy had happened to them.
They react to every fluctuation, but are not destroyed, because they are aimed at happiness and rejoice in the world like crazy. “How good it is to live in the world when you know that life is endless!”
Moskvina’s books are not intended to be retold, as is required at school, “in your own words.” Because she is the very author who has your words- ones that no one else has. Her style cannot be imitated and, perhaps, cannot be understood, that is, decomposed into its component parts: techniques, means, principles... From any little thing, Marina Moskvina is capable of creating a universal catastrophe, in order to then rise above it, then wave her hand, laugh and drown in endless love to everything that is.
“Yes, I want to capture every detail, have time to sing (well, I spoke in rhyme!) a song of love to a small crowd of people who met along the way, and we walked together half an inch or four hundred miles, so that they all found immortality under my pen ",- says Lucy Mishadottir. Marina Moskvina could say the same.
Sergei Georgiev is a master of prose miniatures. The “three paragraphs” of his fairy tale or story contain everything that should be in a good – “big” – book: truthfulness and observation, kindness and humor, and also condescension, and a lot of worldly wisdom.
“King Hugo II invited a scribe to his place and dictated the Decree:
- I declare war! Glorious, victorious, nationwide, crushing, sacred, anemic, but destructive!
The scribe quickly wrote down, shaking his head:
– Don’t make mistakes in adjectives...
“Cross out those that have at least some doubt,” the king agreed.
The scribe carried out the order. King Hugo II looked over his shoulder, sighed and... changed his mind about declaring war.”
Georgiev's books are populated by a variety of characters, fabulous and not so fabulous. This is not only King Hugo, but also Princess Clementine - a thunderstorm for sensible people, various dragons (one of them, the most touchy, is named Caramel), as well as ordinary or almost ordinary children - “One Boy, One Girl” (that’s the name of the book from the series “Tales from our backyard”). Georgiev’s other heroes are also charming: the boy Sanka (“House of the Sunny Hare”), the dog Yanka, the puppy Pronya, the sparrow Bantik and the brave field marshal Pulkin, who defeats any enemy with an almost magical spell “Christmas trees!”
Or here is a collection of “African” tales “ Good God jungle" and the novel "The Smell of Almonds", consisting of "Chinese" parables. It combines “realism” and dizzying fantasy, sharp modernity and close attention to other times and cultures.
Sergei Georgiev is also known as the editor and author of many stories in the humorous film magazine “Yeralash,” adored by children of any age. But here’s what few people know: at one time, Sergei Georgiev graduated from the Faculty of Philosophy and even defended his dissertation on the topic “The Formation of Free Individuality.”
Perhaps “free individuality” is the most convincing characteristic of all our today’s celebrants.
These writers are (fortunately, perhaps) not well represented in the school curriculum. They are even more suitable for summer reading. Take a book and climb a tree with it,
in a hut or just on the sofa with your feet up - and forget about everything in the world!
and remember everything!
This is prose that does not need to be “retold for evaluation,” but can simply be reread and experienced.
And poems that don’t need to be learned by heart are memorized on their own. And more stories about dragons, princesses and kings, far from the history textbook...
This is exactly what, it seems to me, Great Reader Happiness looks like.
