There is a horse in Levin's chest. "early childhood development" - children and books. A little song about the big rain

How Professor John Doole Talked
Professor Claude Boole, when he appeared from time to time
and the surface of the river Uz

John Doole; professor of three sciences
Hurried to Carlisle from Hull
And in the river Uz noticed suddenly
To a colleague of Claude Boulle.

Sir, it's a great honor to see you!
Professor Doole exclaimed.
But what are you doing here
On the fourth day of vacation?

Swallowing a shallow wave
Boole replied:
Sir John,
I think that i
I'm drowning
I am convinced of this.

Then John Doole said:
Yah?
Claude Boulle thought it over
Hesitated
And went
To the bottom
Probably for the answer.
Sorry Boole
It's July now
Is the water warm?
Bul-bul,
Professor Buhl said,
What did it mean -
Yes.
An ordinary story

A puppy walked down the street
Either Fluff, or Friend,
Walked in a blizzard and sunshine,
And walked in the rain and wet,
And even if it was snowing,
A puppy was walking down the street.

Walked in heat, frost and dampness,
Walked
Walked
and grew up.

Box

Walks along the path
Serious turkey
Lucky on a trolley
Iron chest.

Towards
The cow is running
Light.
Tell,
Shouts,
What's in the chest?

Sorry,
I'm with you
Almost unfamiliar
Let go
I'll hook it
Chest!

But a fearsome cow
Goes to the chest
And very harsh
Roars a turkey:
Oh no!
I won't leave here until
You won't say what's there,
Inside the chest.
* * *

Costs
Still
On the track
Turkey.

Lies
Still
On a trolley
Box.

And this cow
Didn't budge.

And what's in the chest
Still
Unknown

Mr kwakli
(The story is mysterious and not very long)

Mr. Kwakly Esq.
Lived behind the barn
He dined in a tub and slept.

Mr. Quackly Esq.
Walked behind the barn
And since then, Mr. Kvakli has disappeared.

Wiki-Wecky-Woki

Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Mouse
I built myself a house.
No windows
House,
No roof
House,
No walls, no floor in that house,
But it's so comfortable to live in a house
Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Mouse.

Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Cat
Quietly
Song
Sings.
She
Without notes,
But the cat knows what he is singing about.
Sings and strokes her belly
Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Cat.

Green story

Aunt katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Sulli
(In a green jacket)
And also their children
Odette and Hattie
(Both are wearing a green beret)
Yesterday at dawn
(In a green carriage)
We went to visit sister Henrietta,
Little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But the pony was still in a green blanket)
They set off in pursuit.

Aunt katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Salt
(In a green jacket)
And also their children
Odette and Hattie
(Both in a green beret)
They returned home in a green carriage,
In the same one in which yesterday at dawn
She was leaving for her sister Henrietta.

Little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But the pony was still
in a green blanket)
We returned in the compartment carriage.

Stupid horse

The horse bought four galoshes -
A couple of good ones and a couple of flatter ones.

If the day is fine,
The horse walks in good galoshes.

It is worth waking up the first powder -
The horse comes out in flat galoshes.

If there are a lot of puddles down the street,
The horse walks without galoshes at all.

What are you, horse,
do you regret galoshes?
Isn't health dearer to you?

A little song about the big rain.

A whole month in the rain
The roof gets wet
The house gets wet
Leaves and flowers will get wet
Puddles and umbrellas get wet
Parks and fields will get wet
The wet earth gets wet

And far from the ground
Get wet
In the sea
Ships.

Failed acquaintance

Billy and Doll
Climbed onto the table -
Meet a new cat.

The first was Bill,
He got a bump
And Dolly collapsed later.

Goby

When i'm a boy
went to the river,
Carrying a bowler hat and a net,
I met often
Have pure water
Cheerful and kind
Goby.
Looked at me -
Fool fool
Silent, and chewed, and crunched,
And the red ears were erect,
And the nose shone like a saucer.

- Hey, goby! -
I told him.
And he answered me:
- MU-U!

Now I go with a briefcase
and with glasses,
And I had to live in the city,
But I remember everything
Fool goby
And a wet, friendly nose,
I keep thinking:
How is he
One,
To whom
He says:
- MU-U!

Listen,
If you go to the river
And meet
with a stupid bull,
He will stretch his muzzle
to your hand
And he will wave his tail at you,
Hello from me
Tell him.
And he will answer you:
- MU-U!

Sad song about a baby elephant

Whoever I have in the forest -
And an elk, and a goat, and a badger.
And the old capercaillie, hearing the fox,
Takes off on a fat bough.
And the hedgehog hurries along the path, seed,
Probably to my friends for lunch.

The baby elephant is not funny.
A hedgehog embroiders my shirt with a cross,
A goat comes with milk
The fox sweeps my house with its tail,
The bee treats the honey.
A titmouse flies over me ringing.
And the hare is my friend and neighbor.
But there is no elephant in my forest,
The baby elephant is not funny.

Mister snow

- Mister Snow! Mister Snow!
Will you come to visit again?
- In one hour. I give you my word.
- Thank you, Mr. Snow ...

Night story

Mrs and Mr Bockley
At night we woke up suddenly.
Mrs and Mr Bockley
They opened an old chest.
Mrs and Mr Bockley.
Got it out of the chest
Large marine binoculars
And nuts (four bags).

Mrs and Mr Bockley
We walked up the stairs, puffing,
Mrs and Mr are wet
The house swayed, creaking
But they took it higher
Four bags and binoculars
And now we are on the roof
Mrs and Mr Bockley.

Mrs lay down at the jam,
Mister sat on the cornice
And they began to chop nuts
And the shells were thrown down.

Joe Bill

Jonathan Bill,
who killed
bear
in Cherny Bor,
Jonathan Bill,
who bought
In the past year
kangaroo,
Jonathan Bill,
which has saved
traffic jams
two chests,
Jonathan Bill,
who fed
dates
bull,
Jonathan Bill,
who treated
barley
on the left eye,
Jonathan Bill,
who taught
sing to the notes
goat,
Jonathan Bill,
who sailed away
to India
to Aunt Trot, -
and so
this same Joe Bill
loved very much
compote.

Fully illustrated

Vadim A. Levin- a well-known children's poet, teacher, candidate of psychological sciences, member of the Moscow Writers' Union, co-author of the modern "Primer" (the system of D. B. Elkonin - V. V. Davydov) and textbooks on the Russian language, the author of numerous books on pedagogy. Sphere of professional interests: developmental psychology, pedagogy, methodology for the formation of bilingualism, methodology for the formation of artistic perception of literature.

On this page we publish several poems by Vadim Levin from his book "The Stupid Horse". The full title of the book "The Stupid Horse" reads - "retellings, imitations, translations from English." You start to smile when you read the preface.

Here is what V. Levin himself says about this:
"Since childhood, I dreamed of translating old poems and stories from English. But I was late: while I was growing up, Korney Chukovsky, S. Marshak and Boris Zakhoder have already translated all this. English words, I myself would have composed a new old English folk ballad or song out of them. And I would immediately translate it into Russian, until other translators found out about it. And then I thought: “Why, in fact, should a translator from English into Russian have to wait for someone to write the English originals in English? Why not do the opposite: first compose a DO-authentic translation into Russian, and then let the English translate it back? And if they don't want to translate, so much the worse for them: it means that we will have more English poems and stories than the English themselves! "

And the St. Petersburg poet Mikhail Yasnov adds:
“We all learned and fell in love with his poems when, at the end of the 60s, his book“ The Stupid Horse ”published in Novosibirsk with marvelous illustrations by Spartak Kalachev appeared. that neither is original, own poems, only written in a new genre. ”In the same years, these poems were published on the famous 16th page of the Literaturnaya Gazeta with the following note:“ Translations from English are so new that most of them are still English did not have time to compose in their own language "".

And more from Vadim Levin's stories about himself:
I was lucky when I was born. It happened a very long time ago - in 1933 ... As a child, I had many wonderful books with kind, smart and funny poems. I memorized these poems by heart, played with them, told them to adults and my peers, and tried to compose my own. Tried it, tried it, tried it and got used to it.

An ordinary story

A puppy walked down the street -
Either Fluff, or Friend,
Walked in a blizzard and sunshine,
And walked in the rain and wet,
And even if it was snowing,
A puppy was walking down the street.
Walked in heat, frost and dampness,
Walked
Walked
Walked

and grew up.

Box

Walks along the path
Serious turkey
Lucky on a trolley
Iron chest.

Towards
The cow is running
Light.
- Tell, -
Shouts, -
What's in the chest?

Sorry,
I'm with you
Almost unfamiliar
Let go
If not, I will hook
Chest!

But a fearsome cow
Goes to the chest
And very harsh
Roars a turkey:
- Oh no!
I won't leave here until
You won't say what's there,
Inside the chest.

Costs
Still
On the track
Turkey.

Lies
Still
On a trolley
Box.

And this cow -
Didn't budge.

And what's in the chest -
Still
Unknown.

Mr kwakli

(The story is mysterious and not very long)
Mr. Kwakly Esq.
Lived behind the barn
He dined in a tub and slept.

Mr. Quackly Esq.
Walked behind the barn
And since then, Mr. Kvakli has disappeared.

Wiki-Wecky-Woki

Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Mouse
I built myself a house.
No windows
House,
No roof
House,
No walls, no floor in that house,
But it's so comfortable to live in a house
Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Mouse.
Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Cat
Quietly
Song
Sings.
She
Without notes,
But the cat knows what he is singing about.
Sings and strokes her belly
Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Cat.

Green story

Aunt katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Sulli
(In a green jacket)
And also their children
Odette and Hattie

Yesterday at dawn
(In a green carriage)
We went to visit sister Henrietta,
Little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But the pony was still in a green blanket)
They set off in pursuit.

Aunt katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Salt
(In a green jacket)
And also their children
Odette and Hattie
(Both are wearing a green beret)
They returned home in a green carriage,
In the same one in which yesterday at dawn
She was leaving for her sister Henrietta.

Little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But the pony was still
in a green blanket)
We returned in the compartment carriage.

Stupid horse

The horse bought four galoshes -
A couple of good ones and a couple of flatter ones.

If the day is fine,
The horse walks in good galoshes.

It is worth waking up the first powder -
The horse comes out in flat galoshes.

If there are a lot of puddles down the street,
The horse walks without galoshes at all.

* * *

What are you, horse,
do you regret galoshes?
Isn't health dearer to you?

A little song about the big rain.

A whole month in the rain
The roof gets wet
The house gets wet
Leaves and flowers will get wet
Puddles and umbrellas get wet
Parks and fields will get wet
The wet earth gets wet

And far from the ground
Get wet
In the sea
Ships.

Failed acquaintance

Billy and Doll
Climbed onto the table -
Meet a new cat.

The first was Bill,
He got a bump
And Dolly collapsed later.

Goby

When i'm a boy
went to the river,
Carrying a bowler hat and a net,
I met often
By clear water
Cheerful and kind
Goby.
Looked at me -
Fool fool
Silent, and chewed, and crunched,
And the red ears were erect,
And the nose shone like a saucer.

- Hey, goby! -
I told him.
And he answered me:
- MU-U!

Now I go with a briefcase
and with glasses,
And I had to live in the city,
But I remember everything
Fool goby
And a wet, friendly nose,
I keep thinking:
How is he
One,
To whom
He says:
- MU-U!

Listen,
If you go to the river
And meet
with a stupid bull,
He will stretch his muzzle
to your hand
And he will wave his tail at you,
Hello from me
Tell him.
And he will answer you:
- MU-U!

Sad song about a baby elephant

Whoever I have in the forest -
And an elk, and a goat, and a badger.
And the old capercaillie, hearing the fox,
Takes off on a fat bough.
And the hedgehog hurries along the path, seed,
Probably to my friends for lunch.

The baby elephant is not funny.
A hedgehog embroiders my shirt with a cross,
A goat comes with milk
The fox sweeps my house with its tail,
The bee treats the honey.
A titmouse flies over me ringing.
And the hare is my friend and neighbor.
But there is no elephant in my forest,
The baby elephant is not funny.

Mister snow

- Mister Snow! Mister Snow!
Will you come to visit again?
- In one hour. I give you my word.
- Thank you, Mr. Snow ...

Night story

Mrs and Mr Bockley
At night we woke up suddenly.
Mrs and Mr Bockley
They opened an old chest.
Mrs and Mr Bockley.
Got it out of the chest
Large marine binoculars
And nuts (four bags).

Mrs and Mr Bockley
We walked up the stairs, puffing,
Mrs and Mr are wet
The house swayed, creaking
But they took it higher
Four bags and binoculars
And now we are on the roof
Mrs and Mr Bockley.

Mrs lay down at the jam,
Mister sat on the cornice
And they began to chop nuts
And the shells were thrown down.

Joe Bill

Jonathan Bill,
who killed
bear
in Cherny Bor,
Jonathan Bill,
who bought
In the past year
kangaroo,
Jonathan Bill,
which has saved
traffic jams
two chests,
Jonathan Bill,
who fed
dates
bull,
Jonathan Bill,
who treated
barley
on the left eye,
Jonathan Bill,
who taught
sing to the notes
goat,
Jonathan Bill,
who sailed away
to India
to Aunt Trot, -
and so
this same Joe Bill
loved very much
compote.

Foreword

The children's poems of the wonderful Kharkov poet Vadim Levin (now he lives in Germany) from the book "The Stupid Horse" (West Siberian Book Publishing House, Novosibirsk, 1969), with which we want to please our little readers, were sent to me by Ostrova's music consultant and the author of our magazine Olga Berak.

The full title of the book reads - "retellings, imitations, translations from English."

Here is what V. Levin himself says about this:

Since childhood, I dreamed of translating old poems and stories from English. But I was late: while I was growing up, Korney Chukovsky, S. Marshak and Boris Zakhoder had already translated all this. I felt very upset. It's such a shame that if I knew any English words, I myself would have composed a new old English folk ballad or song out of them. And I would immediately translate it into Russian, until other translators found out about it. And then I thought: “Why, in fact, should a translator from English into Russian have to wait for someone to write the English originals in English? Why not do the opposite: first compose a DO-authentic translation into Russian, and then let the English translate it back? And if they don't want to translate, so much the worse for them: it means that we will have more English poems and stories than the English themselves! "

And the St. Petersburg poet Mikhail Yasnov adds:

We all learned and fell in love with his poems when, at the end of the 60s, his book "The Stupid Horse", published in Novosibirsk, with marvelous illustrations by Spartak Kalachev, appeared. The book was unexpected - transcriptions, imitations, translations from English, but in fact - the most original, own poems, only written in a new genre. In those same years, these poems were published on the famous 16th page of the Literaturnaya Gazeta with the following note: "The translations from English are so new that the English have not yet managed to compose most of them in their own language."

And more from Vadim Levin's stories about himself:

I was lucky when I was born. It happened a very long time ago - in 1933 ... As a child, I had many wonderful books with kind, smart and funny poems. I memorized these poems by heart, played with them, told them to adults and my peers, and tried to compose my own. Tried it, tried it, tried it and got used to it.

I, too, could tell a lot of interesting things about this man - after all, for many years we lived in the same city. But it is better to let the people tell about the book, thanks to whom this publication appeared - both poems and wonderful illustrations for them.

“I was so in love with his illustrations that I bought all the books where the artist was Spartak Kalachev. His emphasis is unique - kind, soft, amazing. Only now I found on one of the forums that many people have preserved the same feelings from his works, ”Olga Berak wrote to me in a letter.

This is what a former little girl said on that forum, showing pictures from “ Stupid horse»:

I fell in love with this artist at the age of 5 and still have tender feelings for him. I want to confess my love to him. My childhood was spent in Novosibirsk, and every Siberian child had a book called "The Stupid Horse". And yet - completely unknown to anyone outside Siberia: "Rain, tree and boy." These are charming poems by Vadim Levin with illustrations by Kalachev. Levin himself always says that the artist became the second author of his "Stupid Horse". And in my childhood I was convinced that the author himself painted - so organic were these airy, kind drawings and light, slightly foreign poems. These drawings were so peculiar that I identified him with the book, as an actor with a cult role. And when I saw the works of this artist, I said: “Look, this is the“ Stupid Horse ”! And my mother told me: "Yes, this is Spartak Kalachev"! Spartak Vladimirovich Kalachev lived in Novosibirsk. But, unfortunately, 13 years ago he passed away. He was 64 years old. And, in my opinion, he was a kind genius. He created illustrations for the famous and beloved books "Three Fat Men", "Captain Daredevil", "The Life and the Amazing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe", "The New Adventures of Electronics", as well as for individual poems. But I suggest you look again at the drawings from The Foolish Horse. By the way, the book has been reprinted only once since 1969. Moscow publishing house "Octopus" released it in 2003, keeping it almost intact.

And finally, about the illustrations - they are hidden in these bright rectangles that you see next to the verses. If you move the computer mouse to a fragment of the picture, then you can see the picture in full.

An ordinary story

A puppy walked along the street - Not that Fluff, not that Friend, Walked in a blizzard and sunshine, And walked in the rain and wet, And even if it was snowing, A puppy walked along the street.

Walked in heat, cold and damp, Walked, Walked, Walked and grew up.

But menacing cow Goes to the chest And very sternly Roars turkey: - Well, no! I will not leave here until you say that there is, Inside the chest.

A serious turkey walks along the path, Carries an iron chest on a trolley. Towards the Cow runs Light. - Tell me, - Shouts, - What is in the chest? - Excuse me, I hardly know you, Let me go, Otherwise - I'll hook you with a Chest! * * * Stands So far On the path Turkey. Lies So far On the cart Chest. And this cow - Didn't budge. And what is in the chest is still Unknown.

Mr kwakli

(The story is mysterious and not very long)

Mr. Kwakly, Esq., Lived behind the barn, He dined and slept in a tub. Mr. Quackly, Esq. Walked behind the barn, And since then Mr. Quackly has disappeared.

Wiki-Wecky-Woki

Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Mouse Has built herself a house. No windows House, No roof House, No walls, no floor in that house, But it's so comfortable to live in the house of Wiki-Wecky-Voki-Mouse.

Wiki-Wecky-Wokey-Cat Sings a Song Softly. She is Without notes, But the cat knows what she is singing about. Wiki-Weki-Voki-Cat sings and strokes his belly.

Green story

Aunt Katie (In a green jacket), Uncle Sulli (In a green jacket), And also their children Odette and Hattie (both in a green beret) Yesterday at dawn (In a green carriage) We went to visit Sister Henrietta, A little Johnny And the gray pony (But the pony was still in a green blanket) They set off in pursuit. Aunt Katie (in a green jacket), Uncle Salt (in a green jacket), And also their children Odette and Hattie (both in a green beret) They returned home in a green carriage, In the same one in which she left yesterday at dawn to Sister Henrietta.

And little Johnny AND the gray pony (But the pony was still in a green blanket) Returned in the compartment car.

How Professor John Doole Talked
With Professor Claude Boole,

When he showed up from time to time
on the surface of the river Uz

John Doole - professor of three sciences - Was in a hurry to Carlisle from Hull And in the river Ouse he suddenly noticed a Colleague - Claude Boulle. - Sir, it is a great honor to see you! - Professor Doole exclaimed. - But what are you doing here On the fourth day of vacation? Swallowing a small wave, Boole replied: - Sir John, I think that I am Drowning, I am convinced of this. Then John Doole said: - Well? Claude Boulle thought it over, hesitated And went to the bottom, Probably, for an answer. - Excuse me, Buhl, It's July, Is the water warm? - Buhl-buhl, - said Professor Buhl, Which meant "Yes."

Stupid horse

The horse bought four galoshes - A pair of good ones and a pair of flatter ones. If the day is fine, the Horse walks in good galoshes. It is worth waking up the first powder - the Horse comes out in flat galoshes. If the puddles are all over the street, the Horse walks completely without galoshes.

* * * What do you, horse, feel sorry for galoshes? Isn't health dearer to you?

A little song about the big rain

A whole month in the rain The roof gets wet, the house gets wet, the leaves and flowers get wet, the puddles and umbrellas get wet, the parks and fields get wet, the wet earth gets wet,

And far from the land Wet In the sea Ships.

Failed acquaintance

Billy and Doll Climbed onto the table - Meet a new cat. The first was Bill, He got a bump, And Dolly fell down later.

When I was a boy, I went to the river, Carrying a bowler hat and a net, I often met A cheerful and kind Goby by the clear water. He looked at me - Fool is a fool, Silent, and chewed, and crunched, And red ears stood upright, And his nose, like a saucer, glittered. - Hey, goby! - I told him. And he answered me: - MU-U! Now I walk with a briefcase and wear glasses, And I had to live in the city, But I remember everything Fool-goby And a wet, friendly nose, I keep thinking: How's he going to the One, To whom he says: - MU-U! Listen, If you go to the river And meet a stupid bull, He will reach with his muzzle to your hand And wave his tail at you, Greetings from me Tell him. And he will answer you: - MU-U!

Winter lullaby
About Danny, Dad and Catty the Cat

Daniel-Danny and Dad and Cat Sledding along the snowy paths. When, having rolled, they entered the house, Their grandmother Maggie hardly recognized. Daniel-Danny and dad and Katie Immediately ate a warm cutlet And sat side by side Warm up by the fireplace Who's hands, Who's paws, Who's cheeks and back.

Silent shadows play in the fireplace. I fell asleep next to my grandmother Daniel-Danny. Daddy's three drops fell from his hat. The cat warmed the chilled paws.

Sad song about a baby elephant

Whoever I do not have in the forest - And an elk, and a goat, and a badger. And the old capercaillie, hearing the fox, Flies off on a thick branch. And the hedgehog hurries along the path, seed, Probably to his friends for lunch. But I don’t have a baby elephant in the forest, I don’t have a funny elephant. A hedgehog embroiders my shirt with a cross, A goat comes with milk, A fox sweeps my house with its tail, A bee treats me to honey. A titmouse flies over me ringing. And the hare is my friend and neighbor. But I don’t have a baby elephant in the forest, I don’t have a funny elephant.

Mister snow

- Mister Snow! Mister Snow! Will you come to visit again? - In one hour. I give you my word. - Thank you, Mr. Snow ...

Jonathan Bill, who killed a bear in Black Forest, Jonathan Bill, who bought a kangaroo last year, Jonathan Bill, who saved two chests of corks, Jonathan Bill, who fed dates to a bull, Jonathan Bill, who treated barley on his left eye, Jonathan Bill, who taught a goat to sing from notes, Jonathan Bill, who sailed to India to Aunt Trot's — and this very Joe Bill was very fond of compote.

Night story

Mrs and Mr Bockley woke up suddenly in the night. Mrs and Mr Bockley Opened the old chest. Mrs and Mr Bockley. They got out of the chest Big marine binoculars And nuts (four bags). Mrs and Mr Bockley walked up the stairs, puffing, Mrs and Mr were damp, The house swayed, creaking, But they lifted higher and higher Four bags and binoculars, And now they were on the roof Mrs and Mr Bockley.

Mrs. lay down at the jam, Mister sat down on the ledge, And they began to chop the nuts, And the shells were thrown down.

"A ballad that Sir Walter Scott did not write in English," Vadim Levin said about this poem dedicated to Sergei Nikitin.

Prisoner and queen

1 What can I tell you, Maria-Anna? What can I tell you, Maria-Anna? What can I tell you, Maria-Anna? In the pitch darkness on the stone floor I measure out days and weeks in steps ... I feel a mug in the corner - Salt water does not quench my thirst. What will I tell you, Maria-Anna, When will you call me one day? 2 With a rusty creak the door opened And the white beast grabbed my eyes. I won’t scream, I won’t lose my memory. Thank you, kind guard, that, mocking, You brought a torch to my sick eyes: I so dreamed of seeing the flame close up! Footsteps hum along the echoing corridors. What can I tell you, Maria-Anna? 3 I'll tell you this, Maria-Anna: - Your Majesty, Maria-Anna! I will not flatter and will not reveal the secret, But I repeat that everyone has known for a long time: There is no more beautiful queen in the world, And there is no queen fairer. All islands, seas and oceans have long been your judgment, obedient, recognized, And the rulers silently listen to you, And the elders take your advice. And I am a villain, whose place is in the galleys, Just condemned to exile, - I came to you to ask, Maria-Anna, Not justice, but mercy. What am I destined to hear in response? 4 Your eyes, my Maria-Anna! And the guard beats with an iron gauntlet. He's right: I must kneel. But I forgot how to kneel. Your eyes, my Maria-Anna! You look at me, Maria-Anna, You send the guards away with a flick of your finger, And you and I are alone, alone. And only long, long between us is your throne room. And you sit on the throne - Maria-Anna, lady, queen! - Well, speak. What did you want to tell me? I listen to your voice, queen. - Well, speak! I listen to your voice. - Yes, talk! - you exclaim angrily. What can I tell you, Maria-Anna? 5 - Your Majesty, my Maria-Anna! There is no more beautiful queen in the world, And there is no fairer one. And more merciless ... And I am a villain, whose place is in the galleys, I beg: be unfair. I ask for mercy, for mercy: Do not send the criminal into exile, Kill me, my Maria-Anna. Touch me with your cold hand - I won’t scream, I won’t fall from pain, I myself will take your holy fingers And carefully lay them on my throat And whisper “Thank you” before I die. Maria Anna, be unfair! What will you answer me, Maria-Anna? What will you answer me, Maria-Anna? What will you answer me, Maria-Anna?

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Audio tale "Mysterious chest"; author V. Levin; Poems and songs Music by V. Berkovsky and S. Nikitin; Read by the author; The songs are performed by Olya Rozhdestvenskaya, T. and S. Nikitin; Instrumental ensemble Sound engineer E. Polyakova; Editor I. Yakushenko; "Melody", 1981 year. Listen baby audio stories and audiobooks mp3 to good quality online, is free and without registering on our website. Content of the audio tale

I am lucky: I have many friends. And almost all of them are children. And when friends are children, this is extraordinary luck! After all, children love to laugh. And if your friends are laughing, then everything is fine with you. Because if you felt bad, would your friends laugh?

I remember well that I was once a child myself and also loved to laugh. I was especially amused by the poems and fairy tales about the eccentric Englishmen: about the king who begged the court cow for butter for a sandwich, about Jack, who built a house, about the glutton Robin the Bobbin and the wise men who swam in a basin. And as soon as I became an adult, I began to tell these stories to my little friends, so that they would laugh more often. But then the poems and fairy tales that I remembered ended, and I had to come up with new adventures for my friends of these funny fairytale Englishmen and the adventures of other Englishmen who are in the old English stories was not at all. And suddenly it turned out that I was composing new English poems in Russian!

And then this is what happened: my friends Viktor Berkovsky and Sergei Nikitin invented music for some of my poems, and new English songs turned out, so new that even the British do not know them yet.

If you put on the Mysterious Chest record, you will hear Tatiana and Sergei Nikitin sing these songs, and I read the poems that I have composed for my friends, which means for you as well. So be a friend - smile while listening to our little concert so that we know that you and we are doing well!

Vadim Levin

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