And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any border.
Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
rivers sparkling blue,
blue skies.
Every city
dear to the heart,
Every rural house is expensive.
Everything in battles is once taken
And strengthened by labor!
Kremlin stars
Burning above us
Everywhere their light reaches!
The guys have a good homeland,
And better than that Motherland
Not!
Zhura-zhura-crane!
He flew over a hundred lands.
Flew, circled
Wings, legs worked hard.
We asked the crane:
Where is the best land? -
He answered, flying:
- There is no better native land!
hills, copses,
Meadows and fields -
native, green
Our land.
The land where I made
Your first step
Where did you ever go out
To the fork in the road.
And I realized that it
expanse of fields -
Particle of the great
My fatherland.
Hello, my native land,
With your dark forests
With your great river
And boundless fields!
Hello, dear people,
Hero of labor tireless,
In the middle of winter and in the summer heat!
Hello, my native land!
In a wide area
predawn time
Scarlet dawns rose
over the native country.
Every year it gets better
Dear edges...
Better than our Motherland
Not in the world, friends!
Ride across the seas, oceans,
It is necessary to fly over the whole earth:
There are different countries in the world
But one like ours is not to be found.
Deep are our bright waters,
The land is wide and free,
And the factories rumble without ceasing,
And the fields are noisy, blooming ...
Airplanes are flying
over our fields...
And I shout to the pilots:
"Take me with you!
So that over native land
I shot like an arrow
saw rivers, mountains,
Valleys and lakes
and swell on the Black Sea,
and boats in the open
plains in riotous color
and all the children in the world!
If they say the word "homeland",
Immediately comes to mind
old house, currants in the garden,
Thick poplar at the gate,
By the river there is a shy birch
And chamomile...
And others will probably remember
Your native Moscow courtyard.
In the puddles the first boats
Where there was a skating rink recently,
And a big neighboring factory
A loud, joyful horn.
Or the steppe is red from poppies,
Golden whole...
Homeland is different
But everyone has one!
"Motherland" is a big, big word!
Let there be no miracles in the world,
If you say this word with soul,
It is deeper than the seas, higher than the heavens!
It fits exactly half the world:
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends,
Dear city, native apartment,
Grandma, school, kitten... and me.
Sunny bunny in the palm
Lilac bush outside the window
And on the cheek a mole -
This is also homeland.
Spring, cheerful,
Eternal, kind
Plowed by a tractor
Happiness sown -
All in front of her
From south to north!
dear motherland,
Russian motherland,
Mirnaya-peaceful
Russian-Russian...
And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any border.
Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.
Every city
dear to the heart,
Every rural house is expensive.
Everything in battles is once taken
And strengthened by labor!
What do we call motherland?
The house where we live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.
What do we call motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet,
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside.
What do we call motherland?
Everything that we keep in our hearts
And under blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.
There is no better homeland
Zhura-zhura-crane!
He flew over a hundred lands.
Flew, circled
Wings, legs worked hard.
We asked the crane:
- Where is the best land? -
He answered, flying:
- There is no better native land!
Goy you, my dear Russia,
Huts - in the robes of the image ...
See no end and edge -
Only blue sucks eyes.
Like a wandering pilgrim,
I watch your fields.
And at the low outskirts
Poplars wither loudly.
Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches your meek Savior,
And buzzes behind the hillside
There is a cheerful dance in the meadows.
I'll run along the wrinkled stitch
To the freedom of the green lekh,
Meet me like earrings
A girlish laugh will ring out.
If the holy army shouts:
"Throw you Russia, live in paradise!",
I will say: “There is no need for paradise,
Give me my country."
We live in a huge and beautiful country. It's called Russia. Our great country became the homeland for many peoples and nationalities. Just imagine how immense it is: in the north it is snowing, frosts are crackling, people walk in fur coats, reservoirs are ice-bound, and in the south at the same time flowers bloom, butterflies fly, you can swim in the sea and sunbathe in the sun. In the west, kids only wake up to go to Kindergarten or school, and in the east the guys have already come home.
This is what our Motherland is like. It was about her that we prepared a selection of poems and divided by age: for children preschool age 3-4, 4-5, 6-7 years and children elementary school 1-2-3-4 and 5-6 grades. There are short poems and more voluminous ones, for learning, for the competition of readers, modern and Russian poets.
The guys have a good homeland ...
Short poems about the Motherland for children 3-4 years of preschool age
Kremlin stars
Kremlin stars
Burning above us
Everywhere their light reaches!
The guys have a good homeland,
And better than that Motherland
Not!
S. Mikhalkov
Motherland
Has its own native land
By the stream and by the crane.
And you and I have it -
And the native land is one.
P. Sinyavsky
native
I found out that I have
There is a huge relative:
And the path, And the forest,
In the field - everyone
Spikelet,
rivers,
The sky above me
It's all mine, dear!
native light
Over the river native corner,
And in the window there is a native light.
Take care of it, don't turn it off
From him brighter in Russia.
What is Motherland?
What is Motherland?
These are the clouds
garden with vegetable garden,
Field and river...
How big is my land
How wide are the spaces!
Lakes, rivers and fields
Forests, and steppe, and mountains.
Spread my country
From north to south:
When spring is in one side,
In the other - snow and blizzard
There are many wonderful countries on Earth, people live everywhere, but Russia is the only, extraordinary country, because it is our Motherland.
Our Motherland is Russia!
Poems about the Motherland for children 4-5 years old, preschool age
Love to motherland
Will not replace the native land
No miracles!
Only here everything is so loved -
Rivers, mountains and forests.
Here from the sweet threshold
The country begins.
There are many other countries on the map,
Only one Motherland!
Olesya Emelyanova
Our Motherland is Russia!
Our Motherland is Russia!
This is where we were born
There is no more beautiful land for us
And there is no love in the world!
This is your home, your family,
Your friends live here!
I owe the Motherland, like a mother,
You protect and protect!
Olesya Emelyanova
vast country
If long, long, long
In an airplane we fly
If long, long, long
We look at Russia
We'll see then
Both forests and cities
ocean spaces,
Ribbons of rivers, lakes, mountains ...
We will see the distance without edge,
Tundra where spring rings
And then we'll understand what
Our country is big
Immeasurable country.
Vladimir Stepanov
Key words
Learned in kindergarten
We are beautiful words.
They were first read:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.
Spring and summer will fly by.
Leaves become sunny.
Illuminate with new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.
The sun shines kindly on us.
Blue is pouring from the sky.
May they always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!
L. Olifirova
Our Motherland
And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any border.
Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests;
rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.
Every city
dear to the heart,
Every rural house is expensive.
Everything in battles was once taken
And strengthened by labor!
native country
In a wide area
predawn time
Scarlet dawns rose
over the native country.
Every year it gets better
Dear lands...
Better than our Motherland
Not in the world, friends!
Our fatherland, our motherland - Mother Russia. We call Russia Fatherland because our fathers and grandfathers lived in it from time immemorial.
Konstantin Ushinsky
Above native land
Children's poems about the Motherland for preschoolers 6-7 years old for the competition of readers
Hello my homeland!
In the morning the sun rises
Calls us to the street.
I leave the house:
- Hello, my street!
I sing in silence
The birds sing to me.
Herbs whisper to me on the way:
- Hurry, my friend, grow up!
I answer the herbs
I answer the wind
I answer the sun
- Hello, my Motherland!
Vladimir Orlov
Our Motherland
And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any border.
Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.
Every city
dear to the heart,
Every rural house is expensive.
Everything in battles was once taken
And strengthened by labor!
Georgy Ladonshchikov
Motherland
Motherland is a big, big word!
Let there be no miracles in the world,
If you say this word with soul,
It is deeper than the seas, higher than the heavens!
It fits exactly half the world:
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends.
Dear city, native apartment,
Grandma, school, kitten... and me.
Sunny bunny in the palm
Lilac bush outside the window
And on the cheek a mole -
This is also homeland.
T. Bokova
Protect native nature
Great is our Fatherland
And its scope is wide.
We have meadows and thickets,
Rivers and mountains.
And live here with us
Herons, swans, siskins,
Woodpeckers, orioles, shrike
Turtles and snakes
Tigers, wolves and bears,
Elks, bison, wild boars ... -
Our old neighbors.
We must save them!
Olesya Emelyanova
Ride across the seas-oceans
Ride across the seas, oceans,
It is necessary to fly over the whole earth:
There are different countries in the world
But one like ours is not to be found.
Deep are our bright waters,
The land is wide and free,
And the factories rumble without ceasing,
And the fields are noisy, blooming ...
M. Isakovsky
Above native land
Airplanes are flying
Over our fields...
And I shout to the pilots:
"Take me with you!
So that over native land
I shot like an arrow
I saw rivers, mountains,
Valleys and lakes
And swell on the Black Sea,
And boats in the open
Plains in riotous color
And all the children in the world!
R. Bosilek
What do we call motherland
What do we call motherland?
The house where we live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.
What do we call motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet,
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside.
What do we call motherland?
Everything that we keep in our hearts
And under blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.
V. Stepanov
There are many in the world, and besides Russia, all sorts of good states and lands, but one person has own mother- He has one and the Motherland.
Konstantin Ushinsky
There is no better Motherland than ours in the world, friends!
Poems about the Motherland for elementary school children grades 1-2-3-4
What is our country?
An apple tree blooms over a quiet river.
Gardens, thinking, stand.
What a beautiful motherland
She herself is like a marvelous garden!
The river plays with rifts,
In it the fish is all made of silver,
What a rich motherland
Do not count her goodness!
The wave runs slowly
The expanse of fields caresses the eye.
What a happy motherland
And this happiness is everything for us!
Viktor Bokov
My home area
I go out to the balcony
I see a park and a stadium
cinema, library,
Church, clinic, pharmacy,
music school,
Offices are mirrored.
Also an ice palace.
And the mall is brand new
And my high school
Where I study with imagination.
I go out to the balcony -
Hello,
My home area!
Andrey Smetanin
About Motherland
What is my homeland called?
I ask myself a question.
The river that winds behind the houses
Or a bush of curly red roses?
Is that autumn birch over there?
Or spring drops?
Maybe a rainbow stripe?
Or a cold winter day?
Everything that has been around since childhood?
But it will all be nothing
Without mother's care dear,
And I'm not the same without friends.
That's what is called the Motherland!
To always be by your side
Everyone who supports will smile,
Who needs me too!
Motherland
Spring, cheerful,
Eternal, kind
Plowed by a tractor
Happiness sown -
All in front of her
From south to north!
dear motherland,
Russian motherland,
Mirnaya-peaceful
Russian-Russian…
V. Semernin
Where does the Motherland begin?
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the picture in your primer
With good and faithful comrades,
Living in a neighboring yard.
Or maybe it starts
From the song that our mother sang to us.
Since in any trials
No one can take away from us.
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the treasured bench at the gate.
From the very birch that is in the field,
Leaning under the wind, it grows.
Or maybe it starts
From the spring singing of the starling
And from this country road,
To which there is no end in sight.
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the windows burning in the distance,
From my father's old Budyonovka,
That somewhere in the closet we found.
Or maybe it starts
From the sound of wagon wheels
And from the oath that in youth
You brought her in your heart.
Where does the motherland begin?
M. Matusovsky
native country
In a wide area
predawn time
Scarlet dawns rose
over the native country.
Every year it gets better
Dear lands...
Better than our Motherland
Not in the world, friends!
A. Prokofiev
The place where we were born, a city, a village, a village - is called a small homeland. Wherever life takes us, in whatever distant cities of our country we live, we will always remember with a warm feeling our small homeland, the city where we were born, where we spent our childhood.
I love you, my dear land!
Russia
Here the warm field is filled with rye,
Here the dawns splash in the palms of the meadows.
Here golden-winged angels of God
Beams of light descended from the clouds.
And the earth was watered with holy water,
And the blue expanse was overshadowed with a cross.
And we have no Motherland, except for Russia -
Here is mother, here is the temple, here is the father's house.
P. Sinyavsky
Blows something native and ancient
Blows something native and ancient
From the vastness of my land.
Villages float in the snowy sea,
Like distant ships.
Walking along the narrow path,
I repeat again! -
“It’s good that with a Russian soul
And she was born on Russian soil!
Julia Drunina
Give Russian
Don't expect me to cry
If they don't buy me a Coke.
Let them not wait for me to balk,
If I have breakfast at school
A sandwich will be given instead
Foreign cookies.
Confiture overseas
Worse than our jam!
Put a bowl of porridge -
I will become more beautiful and stronger!
Bread and salt taste better than ours
Foreign kissels!
Let RUSSIAN taste!
Give RUSSIAN to wear!
Better millet to dine
What to ask for overseas!
Anatoly Vlasov
The best in the world
Russian region, my land,
Native spaces!
We have rivers and fields,
Seas, forests and mountains.
We have a north and a south.
Gardens bloom in the south.
In the north of snow around -
It's cold and blizzard there.
In Moscow they go to bed now
The moon looks out the window.
Far East at the same time
Rise to greet the sun.
Russian region, how great you are!
From border to border
And a fast train straight ahead
Doesn't fit in a week.
Words are heard on the radio -
Them long way not difficult.
Your familiar voice, Moscow,
Heard by people everywhere.
And we are always glad to hear the news
About our peaceful life.
How happy we live
In your own homeland!
The nations are like one family,
Although their language is different.
All are daughters and sons
Your beautiful country.
And everyone has one homeland.
Hello and glory to you
invincible country,
Russian state!
Natalia Zabila (translated from Ukrainian by Z. Aleksandrova)
Motherland
The painted dawn has dawned,
I'm leaving the neighborhood.
Good morning, dear side -
My dear Motherland.
Artels moved together in the field,
Labor boils from village to village.
Axes rang through the forests,
The silence behind the mounds has gone.
The ships are under loading
At the moorings of awakened rivers,
And about the Volga, the Russian beauty,
A man sings with inspiration.
Songs flow like an invisible stream
To the stars of happiness - to the gray Kremlin.
I love you, my dear land,
Invariably, in Russian, I love!
N. Suslennikov
Oh Motherland!
Oh Motherland! In dim light
I catch with a quivering gaze
Your blueberries, copses -
Everything that I love without memory:
And the rustle of the white-trunked grove,
And the blue smoke in the distance is empty,
And a rusty cross above the bell tower,
And a low mound with a star...
My hurts and forgiveness
They will burn like old stubble.
In you alone - and consolation
And my healing.
A.V. Zhigulin
My little country
Quiet street in the middle of the village
The house is wooden, next to poplars.
Two lilac bushes
Cherry under the window.
Here I spent my childhood
With mother, father.
went fishing,
went for mushrooms,
By the fire at night
Mosquitoes fed...
I often remember
I am cute places
Childhood is carefree
Your mother, father.
Two lilac bushes
Cherries under the window
And friends and comrades
In that native village...
All that is dear to the heart -
I keep in memory.
Little Motherland
I remember and love.
E. Arsenina
What is Russia? A little girl will tell about this very beautifully and sincerely. Watch this video with your kids.
Immeasurable country.
If long, long, long
we fly on an airplane,
If long, long, long
We have to look at Russia.
We'll see then
Both forests and cities
ocean spaces,
Ribbons of rivers, lakes, mountains ...
We will see the distance without edge,
Tundra where spring rings.
And then we'll understand what
Our country is big
Immeasurable country.
G. Ladonshchikov Our
Motherland
And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any border.
Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.
Every city
dear to the heart,
Every rural house is expensive.
Everything in battles is once taken
And strengthened by labor!
Kremlin stars
Kremlin stars
Burning above us
Everywhere their light reaches!
The guys have a good homeland,
And better than that Motherland
Not!
(S. Mikhalkov)
There is no better homeland
Zhura-zhura-crane!
He flew over a hundred lands.
Flew, circled
Wings, legs worked hard.
We asked the crane:
Where is the best land? -
He answered, flying:
- There is no better native land!
(P. Voronko)
Motherland
hills, copses,
Meadows and fields -
native, green
Our land.
The land where I made
Your first step
Where did you ever go out
To the fork in the road.
And I realized that it
expanse of fields -
Particle of the great
My fatherland.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
Hey
Hello, my native land,
With your dark forests
With your great river
And boundless fields!
Hello, dear people,
Hero of labor tireless,
In the middle of winter and in the summer heat!
Hello, my native land!
(S. Drozhzhin)
native country
In a wide area
predawn time
Scarlet dawns rose
over the native country.
Every year it gets better
Dear edges...
Better than our Motherland
Not in the world, friends!
(A. Prokofiev)
Ride across the seas-oceans
Ride across the seas, oceans,
It is necessary to fly over the whole earth:
There are different countries in the world
But one like ours is not to be found.
Deep are our bright waters,
The land is wide and free,
And the factories rumble without ceasing,
And the fields are noisy, blooming ...
(M. Isakovsky)
Above native land
Airplanes are flying
over our fields...
And I shout to the pilots:
"Take me with you!
So that over native land
I shot like an arrow
I saw rivers, mountains,
Valleys and lakes
and swell on the Black Sea,
and boats in the open
plains in riotous color
and all the children in the world!
(R. Bosilek)
Motherland
If they say the word "homeland",
Immediately comes to mind
Old house, currants in the garden,
Thick poplar at the gate,
By the river there is a shy birch
And chamomile...
And others will probably remember
Your native Moscow courtyard.
In the puddles the first boats
Where there was a skating rink recently,
And a big neighboring factory
A loud, joyful horn.
Or the steppe is red from poppies,
Golden whole...
Homeland is different
But everyone has one!
(Z. Aleksandrova)
native land
Cheerful forest, native fields,
Winding rivers, flowering slope,
Hills and villages, free space
And bell ringing.
With your smile, with your breath
I merge.
Boundless, guarded by Christ,
My native land
My love.
(M. Pozharova)
Motherland
Has its own native land
By the stream and by the crane.
And you and I have it -
And the native land is one.
(P. Sinyavsky)
Russia
Here the warm field is filled with rye,
Here the dawns splash in the palms of the meadows.
Here golden-winged angels of God
Beams of light descended from the clouds.
And the earth was watered with holy water,
And the blue expanse was overshadowed with a cross.
And we have no Motherland, except for Russia -
Here is mother, here is the temple, here is the father's house.
(P. Sinyavsky)
What do we call motherland
What do we call motherland?
The house where we live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.
What do we call motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet,
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside.
What do we call motherland?
Everything that we keep in our hearts
And under blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.
(V. Stepanov)
Key words
Learned in kindergarten
We are beautiful words.
They were first read:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.
Spring and summer will fly by.
Leaves become sunny.
Illuminate with new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.
The sun shines kindly on us.
Blue is pouring from the sky.
May they always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!
(L. Olifirova)
hills, copses,
Meadows and fields -
native, green
Our land.
The land where I made
Your first step
Where did you ever go out
To the fork in the road.
And I realized that it
expanse of fields -
Particle of the great
My fatherland. (G. Ladonshchikov)
Our Motherland!
And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any border.
Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.
Every city
dear to the heart,
Every rural house is expensive.
Everything in battles is once taken
And strengthened by labor! (G. Ladonshchikov)
What do we call motherland?
What do we call motherland?
The house where we live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.
What do we call motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet,
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside.
What do we call motherland?
Everything that we keep in our hearts
And under blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin. (V. Stepanov)
Motherland
Touching the three great oceans,
She lies, spreading the cities,
Covered with a network of meridians,
Invincible, wide, proud.
Already in your hand
All that we have left in the distance,
What did you travel and find out
Do you remember your homeland - such,
Which one did you see when you were a child?
A long road behind the woods
Sandy shore with low willows.
To see in it signs of the whole earth.
You can't give it to anyone while you're alive.
(K. Simonov, 1941)
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland
A melody full of light and tears?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
Longing for birds flying away for the winter?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
Motherland, only Motherland.
Motherland, dear Motherland.
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
And the best songs are yours and mine -
About the motherland, only about the motherland ...
And my thoughts, and my prayers -
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland. (R. Gamzatov)
Where does the Motherland begin?
Where does the Motherland begin?
With smiles and tears of mothers;
From home to school doors.
From birch trees standing for centuries
On the hill in the father's land,
Desire to touch with hands
my beloved land.
Where does our Fatherland end?
Look - you will not see the borders,
In the fields the horizon moves apart
With a flash of distant lightning.
And at night in her blue seas
A wave cradles the stars.
There is no edge-end in Russia;
Boundless, like a song, she is.
So what are you. Motherland?
Fields in the copses of dawn.
Everything seems to be very familiar
And look - and the heart burns.
And it seems: you can run
Fly up without fear of heights
And a blue star from the sky
Get it for your native country. (K. Ibryaev)
Russia
Russia, you are a great power,
And there is no other way for you.
We are proud of your cities.
The glorious capital crowns you,
And Petersburg keeps history.
How little we know about you.
How much we have to learn.
Motherland
Motherland is a big, big word!
It is deeper than the seas, higher than the heavens!
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends.
Sunny bunny in the palm
Lilac bush outside the window
And on the cheek a mole -
This is also homeland.
(T. Bokova)
Motherland
spring,
cheerful,
eternal,
good,
Plowed by a tractor
Happiness sown -
All in front of her
From south to north!
dear motherland,
Russian motherland,
Mirnaya-peaceful
Russian-Russian...
(V. Semernin)
Hello my motherland
In the morning the sun rises
Calls us to the street.
I leave the house:
- Hello, my street!
I sing in silence
The birds sing to me.
Herbs whisper to me on the way:
- Hurry, my friend, grow up!
I answer the herbs
I answer the wind
I answer the sun
- Hello, my Motherland!
(V. Orlov)
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hills, copses,
Meadows and fields -
native, green
Our land.
The land where I made
Your first step
Where did you ever go out
To the fork in the road.
And I realized that it
expanse of fields -
Particle of the great
My fatherland.(G. Ladonshchikov)
Our Motherland!
And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any border.
Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.
Every city
dear to the heart,
Every rural house is expensive.
Everything in battles is once taken
And strengthened by labor! (G. Ladonshchikov)
What do we call motherland?
What do we call motherland?
The house where we live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.
What do we call motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet,
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside.
What do we call motherland?
Everything that we keep in our hearts
And under blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin. (V. Stepanov)
Motherland
Touching the three great oceans,
She lies, spreading the cities,
Covered with a network of meridians,
Invincible, wide, proud.
But at the hour when the last grenade
Already in your hand
And in a short moment it is necessary to remember at once
All that we have left in the distance,
You remember not a big country,
What did you travel and find out
Do you remember your homeland - such,
Which one did you see when you were a child?
A piece of land, crouched against three birches,
A long road behind the woods
A river with a creaky ferry.
Sandy shore with low willows.
This is where we were lucky to be born
Where for life, until death, we found
That handful of earth that is good.
To see in it signs of the whole earth.
Yes. You can survive in the heat, in a thunderstorm, in frost,
Yes, you can be hungry and cold
Go to death ... But these three birches
You can't give it to anyone while you're alive.
(K. Simonov, 1941)
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland
What is this song of weeping birches about,
A melody full of light and tears?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
What is beyond the cold granite borders
Longing for birds flying away for the winter?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
In moments of sadness, in times of adversity
Who will take care of us and who will save us?
Motherland, only Motherland.
Whom in the bitter cold we need to warm
And in hard days we should regret?
Motherland, dear Motherland.
When we leave for interstellar flight
What is our earthly heart singing about?
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland.
We live in the name of kindness and love,
And the best songs are yours and mine -
About the motherland, only about the motherland ...
Under the scorching sun and in the snow dust
And my thoughts, and my prayers -
About the Motherland, only about the Motherland. (R. Gamzatov)
Where does the Motherland begin?
Where does the Motherland begin?
With smiles and tears of mothers;
From the path, the guys passed,
From home to school doors.
From birch trees standing for centuries
On the hill in the father's land,
Desire to touch with hands
my beloved land.
Where does our Fatherland end?
Look - you will not see the borders,
In the fields the horizon moves apart
With a flash of distant lightning.
And at night in her blue seas
A wave cradles the stars.
There is no edge-end in Russia;
Boundless, like a song, she is.
So what are you. Motherland?
Fields in the copses of dawn.
Everything seems to be very familiar
And look - and the heart burns.
And it seems: you can run
Fly up without fear of heights
And a blue star from the sky
Get it for your native country. (K. Ibryaev)
Russia
Russia, you are a great power,
Your expanses are infinitely great.
For all ages you have crowned yourself with glory.
And there is no other way for you.
Lake captivity crowns your forests.
The cascade of ridges in the mountains conceals dreams.
River flow heals thirst
And the native steppe will give birth to bread.
We are proud of your cities.
From Brest to Vladivostok, the road is open.
The glorious capital crowns you,
And Petersburg keeps history.
In the land of your wealth, the flow is inexhaustible,
The path lies to your treasures.
How little we know about you.
How much we have to learn.
Motherland
Motherland is a big, big word!
Let there be no miracles in the world,
If you say this word with soul,
It is deeper than the seas, higher than the heavens!
It fits exactly half the world:
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends.
Dear city, native apartment,
Grandma, school, kitten... and me.
Sunny bunny in the palm
Lilac bush outside the window
And on the cheek a mole -
This is also homeland.
(T. Bokova)
Motherland
spring,
cheerful,
eternal,
good,
Plowed by a tractor
Sowed with happiness -
All in front of her
From south to north!
dear motherland,
Russian motherland,
Mirnaya-peaceful
Russian-Russian...
(V. Semernin)
Hello my motherland
In the morning the sun rises
Calls us to the street.
I leave the house:
- Hello, my street!
I sing in silence
The birds sing to me.
Herbs whisper to me on the way:
- You quickly, my friend, grow up!
I answer the herbs
I answer the wind
I answer the sun
- Hello, my Motherland!
Poets of all times and peoples dedicated their odes to the Motherland. But that is what the Russian language is famous for, that it is it that allows you to discover the depth of the poet's feelings. And pass them on to the listener. What will we try to do by quoting the poets of the present and the past.
About Motherland
What is my homeland called?
I ask myself a question.
The river that winds behind the houses
Or a bush of curly red roses?
Is that autumn birch over there?
Or spring drops?
Maybe a rainbow stripe?
Or a cold winter day?
Everything that has been around since childhood?
But it will all be nothing
Without mother's care dear,
And I'm not the same without friends.
That's what is called the Motherland!
To always be by your side
Everyone who supports will smile,
Who needs me too!
Our Motherland (G. Ladonshchikov)
And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any border.
Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.
Every city
dear to the heart,
Every rural house is expensive.
Everything in battles is once taken
And strengthened by labor!
Oh Motherland! (S. A. Yesenin)
Oh Motherland, oh new
With a golden roof of blood,
Trumpet, moo like a cow,
Roar telkom thunders.
I wander through the blue villages,
Such a grace
Desperate, cheerful
But I am all in you, mother.
In the school of revelry
I strengthened the flesh and mind.
From the birch rumble
Your noise is growing.
I love your vices
And drunkenness, and robbery,
And in the morning in the east
Lose yourself as a star.
And all of you, as I know
I want to crush and take
And I curse bitterly
Because you are my mother.
MOTHERLAND(N. Suslennikov)
The painted dawn has dawned,
I'm leaving the neighborhood.
Good morning, dear side-
My dear Motherland.
Artels moved together in the field,
Labor boils from village to village.
Axes rang through the forests,
The silence behind the mounds has gone.
The ships are under loading
At the moorings of awakened rivers,
And about the Volga, the Russian beauty,
A man sings with inspiration.
Songs flow like an invisible stream
To the stars of happiness - to the gray
Kremlin.
I love you, my dear land,
Invariably, in Russian, I love!
Motherland (I. A. Bunin)
They mock you
They, oh motherland, reproach
You with your simplicity
The miserable view of black huts ...
So son, calm and impudent,
Ashamed of his mother -
Tired, timid and sad
Among his urban friends,
Looks with a smile of compassion
To the one who wandered hundreds of miles
And for him, by the day of goodbye,
Saved the last penny.
Motherland ! (K. Simonov, 1941)
Touching the three great oceans,
She lies, spreading the cities,
Covered with a network of meridians,
Invincible, wide, proud.
But at the hour when the last grenade
Already in your hand
And in a short moment it is necessary to remember at once
All that we have left in the distance,
You remember not a big country,
What did you travel and find out
Do you remember your homeland - such,
Which one did you see when you were a child?
A piece of land, crouched against three birches,
A long road behind the woods
A river with a creaky ferry.
Sandy shore with low willows.
This is where we were lucky to be born
Where for life, until death, we found
That handful of earth that is good.
To see in it signs of the whole earth.
Yes. You can survive in the heat, in a thunderstorm, in frost,
Yes, you can be hungry and cold
Go to death ... But these three birches
You can't give it to anyone while you're alive.
Oh Motherland!(A.V. Zhigulin)
Oh Motherland! In dim light
I catch with a quivering gaze
Your blueberries, copses - Everything that I love without memory:
And the rustle of the white-trunked grove,
And the blue smoke in the distance is empty,
And a rusty cross above the bell tower,
And a low mound with a star...
My hurts and forgiveness
They will burn like old stubble.
In you alone - and consolation
And my healing.
Where does the Motherland begin?(K. Ibryaev)
Where does the Motherland begin?
With smiles and tears of mothers;
From the path, the guys passed,
From home to school doors.
From birch trees standing for centuries
On the hill in the father's land,
Desire to touch with hands
my beloved land.
Where does our Fatherland end?
Look - you will not see the borders,
In the fields the horizon moves apart
With a flash of distant lightning.
And at night in her blue seas
A wave cradles the stars.
There is no edge-end in Russia;
Boundless, like a song, she is.
So what are you. Motherland?
Fields in the copses of dawn.
Everything seems to be very familiar
And look - and the heart burns.
And it seems: you can run
Fly up without fear of heights
And a blue star from the sky
Get it for your native country.
"Oh, Motherland! .." (A.V. Zhigulin)
Oh Motherland! In dim light
I catch with a quivering gaze
Your blueberries, copses -
Everything that I love without memory:
And the rustle of the white-trunked grove,
And the blue smoke in the distance is empty,
And a rusty cross above the bell tower,
And a low mound with a star...
My hurts and forgiveness
They will burn like old stubble.
In you alone - and consolation
And my healing.