Who will learn what

What's first?
Will the cat learn?
- Grab it!
What's first?
Will the bird learn?
- Fly!
What's first?
Will the student learn?
- Read!
(V. Berestov)

How would we live without books?

We are friends with the printed word,
If it weren't for him,
Neither old nor new
We didn't know 6 anything!

Just imagine for a moment
How would we live without books?
What would a student do?
If there were no books,
If everything disappeared at once,
What was written for children:
From magical good fairy tales
Until funny stories?..

You wanted to relieve boredom
Find the answer to the question.
He extended his hand for the book,
But it’s not on the shelf!

Your favorite book is missing -
"Chippolino", for example,
And they ran away like boys
Robinson and Gulliver.

No, you can't imagine
For such a moment to arise
And you could have been left
All the heroes of children's books.

From the fearless Gavroche
To Timur and to Krosh -
How many of them, guys friends,
Those who want the best for us!

A brave book, an honest book,
Let there be a few pages in it,
In the whole world, as is known,
There are no boundaries.

All roads are open to her,
And on all continents
She speaks many
A variety of languages.

And she can go to any country
Through all the centuries it will pass,
Like great novels
"Quiet Don" and "Don Quixote"!

Glory to our children's book!
Swim across all the seas!
And especially Russian -
Starting with the Primer!
(S. Mikhalkov)

Book holiday

The snow is melting, the waters are bubbling,
The birds are calling loudly.
It's like spring today
The children's eyes brightened.
They love holiday books very much
Both girls and boys.

The book is faithful
The book is the first
A book is a child's best friend.
We can't live without a book,
We can't live without a book! –
All the guys are talking.
(Z. Bychkov)

Read, children!

Read it, boys!
Girls, read!
Favorite books
Search the website!
On the subway, on the train
And the car
Away or at home,
At the dacha, at the villa -
Read it, girls!
Read it, boys!
They don't teach bad things
Favorite books!
Not everything in this world
It comes easy to us
And yet persistent
And the wise one will achieve
The one for which it is good
The heart strives:
He will open the cage
Where the bird languishes!
And each of us
He will breathe a sigh of relief,
Believing that it is wise
Time will come!
And wise, new
Time will come!
(N. Pikuleva)

We are friendly with the printed word

In every house, in every hut -

In cities and villages -

Beginning Reader

Holds a book on the table.

We are friendly with the printed word.

If it weren't for him,

Neither old nor new

We wouldn't know anything!

Even a small child

Just coming out of diapers

He asks to show the book.

Birthday gift

Do you want to give a friend -

Bring him Gaidar,

There will be a century of gratitude!

Books are friends with children

The pioneer appreciates the book,

And favorite heroes

Always an example for him!

Books treasured pages

Help people live

And work and study,

And cherish the Fatherland.

(S. Mikhalkov)

Writer's message to readers

I appeal to you, comrades, children:
There is nothing more useful than a book in the world!
Let books come into homes as friends,
Read for the rest of your life, gain your mind!
(S. Mikhalkov)

How good it is to be able to read!

There is no need to pester your mother,
No need to shake grandma:
"Read, please read!"
No need to beg your sister:
"Well, read another page."
No need to call
No need to wait
Can I take it?
And read!
(V. Berestov)

Wonderful books

The fresh wind hums
Far wandering voices,
He blows up the pages
Like miracle sails!

In the middle of any page
Miracles come to life
Eyelashes don't stick together
Eyes run wild!

But reading days and nights
And floating on the sea of ​​lines,
Stay the right course!
And then they will open the books -
Wonderful books -
Have a wonderful life!
(L. Krutko)

Traveler

Distant distances, wonderful countries
They beckon me through the “gray fogs.”
On ships, on elephants and camels
Again I'm going in search of a miracle.

I'm constantly on long hikes:
On airplanes and ships,
Yachts, canoes, cars
“I press kilometers” and “measure miles.”

No, I'm not a deceiver and I'm not a liar,
Just a boy reading books
And travel to distant places
He started at the age of seven, on magazine pages.
(A. Lugarev)

First book

My first book
I take care of it and love it.
Even if only in syllables,
I read it myself -
And from the end and from the middle,
It has beautiful pictures,
There are poems, stories, songs.
Life is more interesting for me with a book!

Knigograd

In my closet it's crowded with that volume,
And each volume on the shelf is like a house...
You open the cover-door in a hurry -
And you entered, and you are already a guest.
Like an alley, every row of books.
And my entire closet is a wonderful Book Town...
(D. Kugultinov)

Writer

We are all friends with books:
Both you and I are readers.
And, of course, we know
What their writers write.
It's not easy to become a writer,
Like a musician -
Definitely possess
We need talent here.
As in any profession,
Here are your secrets:
There is a hero in the book
Strictly according to the plot.
Composing his own story
The author sitting in a chair.
There is no limit to invention -
If only it were more interesting.
He Dunno to the Moon,
Like a magician, he will send,
And a magical land
Will make you fall in love.
From it they come to us:
Winnie the Pooh, Malvina,
Aibolit, Hippopotamus,
Brave Cippolino.
Here, at the desk,
Their place of birth
Come alive under the pen
All their adventures.
Here is the added line:
And the book is ready...
They will definitely read it
Girls and boys!

I am the world!

I am the world, and the world has become me,
I barely opened the page!
I can be the hero of the book
Transform instantly!
Speaking in verse and prose,
With drawing and words,
The pages of books guide me
In magical ways.

I will step over in the world of words
Any time borders,
I can now the whole globe
I'll fly around like a bird!
Pages, chapters and words
They fly before my eyes.
The book and I have become forever
Good friends!
(Translated from English by A. Matyukhin)

Book

A book is a teacher, a book is a mentor.
A book is a close comrade and friend.
The mind, like a stream, dries up and grows old,
If you let go of the book.
A book is an adviser, a book is a scout,
The book is an active fighter and fighter.
A book is an imperishable memory and eternity,
A satellite of planet earth, finally.
The book is not just beautiful furniture,
Do not use oak cabinets,
The book is a magician who knows how to tell tales
Turn it into reality and into the basis of foundations.
(V. Bokov)

About reading

Very interesting read:
You can sit, lie down
And - without leaving his place -
RUN through the book with your eyes!
Yes Yes! Read - WALK WITH YOUR EYES
Hand in hand with mom, then on your own.
Walking is nothing after all,
Don't be afraid to take the first step!
We stumbled once, twice...
And suddenly you
Read four letters in a row
And you went, went, went -
And you read the first word!
From word to word - like over bumps -
Have fun running along the lines...
And so learn to read -
How to run
Jump…
How to fly!
I know, soon on the page
You will flutter like birds!
After all, it is vast and great,
Like the sky -
The magical world of books!
(A. Usachev)

You read someone else’s, but you see your own!

…I am lying on a couch. Comfortable. Nice.
I watch TV, and everything is clear to me.
Others came up with an idea to show me.
There is no need to think or imagine.

But mom said: “You see someone else’s.”
I think this activity is empty.
And with a book your time is more useful:
You read someone else’s, but see your own!

On the book path he is his own director,
Artist, performer, musician, stuntman...
When you read an interesting book,
Together with a writer you create your own world:

You are a warrior hero, you are the savior of the worlds,
You are a brave Mosquito for all Spiders.
And a fairy tale and reality, and a moment and eternity...
Fly over the book page into infinity!

My mother once told me herself,
That reading books is food for the mind.
Your mind is developed by imagination,
And reading is the best learning in the world!

(Kindergarten-School)

Paper boat named "Book"

Paper boat
Named "Book"
No worse than a corvette
Frigate and brig
I'll be carried away
Into the oceans of dreams
Where it will generously open
Treasures of knowledge.
Ready to carry me
To distant countries
Stories and fairy tales,
Poems and novels.
Sail pages
Filled with the breeze
Talented stories
Full of surprises.
And I'm the commander
Reading expeditions.
Sail with me
Look for adventure!

(A. Smetanin)

Children's poems about books

(magazine "Bonfire")

I have been friends with books since childhood,
I trace the lines with my finger,
And the whole world for it
Gives me secrets.
(Kolya Polyakov)

No wonder the book was named
Our spiritual food,
Fate won't tell
To someone who only eats porridge.
(Ira Lazareva)

The book is my best friend,
I'm so happy with you!
I love reading you
Think, think and dream!
(Nastya Strukova)

How good it is to be able to read!
Pick up the book and find out
What in the world happened before me
And why was I born?
Which galaxies to fly to?
What to see, who to be, who to become
A book can tell me
After all, only she is given to know everything.

(Kolya Polyakov)

Apples - from an apple tree,
From the rose - the aroma,
From reading - erudition.
This is the result!

Reading

Mom reads a book to me

About the bunny and the little fox...

I would listen about the war game,

Only mom is a girl.

She'll probably be bored

So much so that he even gapes.

Okay, tomorrow about the war

Dad reads at night.

And today about the bunny

And about the teddy bear.

At least about a mouse, at least about a cone -

All the same, if only there was a book!

(A. Kornilov)

New reader

This short song of mine
I'm sending it to print.
To those I give it as a gift,
Who learned to read.

A new reader comes to us.
This is good news!
It's very nice that he himself can
Read every line.

Thanks to the school! Thank you
Who printed the primer?
As if he brought into deep darkness
Bright magic lantern.

(S. Marshak)

My friends! From high bookshelves...

My friends! From high bookshelves
Come to me at night,
And our conversation - short or long -
You and I always need...

Through the centuries your voice has reached me,
Once dissipated like smoke,
And what suffered and struggled in you,
Suddenly it became miraculously mine.
(V. Rozhdestvensky)

Books are getting old...

Books are getting old... No, not binding,
Pages untouched by mold
And what lives there, behind the letters
And no one will ever dream about it again.

Time has stopped its flight,
The lungwort of old fairy tales has dried up,
And no one will fully understand
What illuminated the faces of our ancestors.

But we must descend into this world,
Like divers in the twilight of Atlantis, -
Bygone centuries of hope and resentment

Not just a completely erased dotted line:
Century in its expanded poem
They come out of the darkness to the Light, to the eternal theme.
(V. Rozhdestvensky)

I open a lonely volume...

I open a lonely volume -
A volume in a faded binding.
The man wrote these lines.
I don't know who he wrote for.

Let him think and love differently,
and we haven't met in centuries...
If these lines make me cry,
That means they were meant for me.
(V. Tushnova)

A word about a word

Let's imagine, at least for a moment,
That suddenly we lost magazines and books,
That people don't know what a poet means,
That there is no Cheburashka, no Hottabych.
It's as if no one has ever been in this world,
And I had never heard of Moidodyr,
That there is no Dunno, a liar, a klutz,
That there is no Aibolit, and no Uncle Styopa.
It’s probably impossible to imagine something like this?
So hello, smart, kind word!
Let books and friends come into your home!
Read for the rest of your life - gain your mind!
(Yu. Entin)

Above the book

The fire is stirring in the stove again,
The cat curled up in the warmth,
And from the green lamp it falls
An even circle on the evening table.

So our worries are over -
The problem book is asleep, the notebook is closed.
Hands reach for the book. But what are you
Will you, boy, read today?

Do you want to go to the distant blue countries,
In the singing of a blizzard, in the tropical heat
The captains will lead you and me,
Leaning on the carved steering wheel?

Their gaze is sharp, their hands are reliable,
And they only dream about
To pass them for the glory of science
A previously unknown path.

Compressed by ice, without fire and compass,
In the twilight of the Arctic countries
We will save the eccentric Hatteras,
Crossing the icy ocean.

Through caves, underground lakes
Let's do it in cramped conditions and dust,
Captivating the pattern of stalactites,
Journey to the center of the earth.

And without the help of cards and sextant,
With a half-erased note in hand,
Captain, unfortunate Grant,
We will find an island on an unknown island.

You will see the Orinoco forests,
Cities of monkeys and elephants,
A hot air balloon flying low,
Will cast a shadow over Lake Chad.

And in the coral reefs, where it prowls
"Nautilus", wanderer of the seas,
We will find a remote cemetery
Ships sunk in battle...

What is more beautiful than such adventures,
More fun than discoveries, victories,
Wise wanderings, happy crashes,
Flights between stars and planets?

And, closing the read volume,
Gratefully leaving the ship,
You will see, my boy, what
Full of secrets, the earth awaits us!

Guided you steadily on my way
Through danger, storm and darkness
A scientist inspired by a dream,
A sharp-eyed navigator, poet and eccentric.
(V. Rozhdestvensky)

Vova the bookworm

I don’t even know how to tell you:
Our Vova recently learned to read.
Sleeps with a book in his arms all night long,
He wakes up and immediately pesters everyone,
He reads two or three words and asks: “Check!”
He’s proud: “I’m a reader now!”

The whole family started reading,
Vova forced us.
Eh! This is life!

(T. Gusarova)

Discoverer of America

A wonderful book
I bought it for myself yesterday!
I read it at a glance,
Or maybe he swallowed it.
I admire Mark Twain -
I wish I could play football with him!
So, in the vast universe
I found myself some friends.

I liked Tom Sawyer
And his buddy Finn.
I wouldn't upset Aunt Polly
And I wouldn’t make a face at her.
I'll build myself a frigate
And along the waterway,
I will open America
It's easier to approach her that way.

I'll make it to Mississippi
I'll end up in a cave there.
And then, forgive me,
I will find all my treasures.
Let me not become a businessman,
I'm still learning
But still, with Mark Twain
I will share this treasure!

(N. Anishina)

Book swallower

I'm very well read. I read, I read...
Everyone tells me that I swallow books.
I once swallowed skates with hunchbacks,
Now - Harry Potter along with glasses.

Spies in spinach, vampires in tomatoes,
Princess in syrup and cotton candy,
And the Three Musketeers with weapons together,
And sharp dragons in the mythical test.

Then I tried Robin Hood with onions.
But science just doesn’t bite!
Either I don’t have enough sugar or salt.
Spread some jam on your textbooks, or what?

(K. Strelnik)

The poet's wish

Usually this is kept secret from you.
And I’m not hiding it, comrades, children.
I want you, dear readers,
We didn't waste time reading.
I want, I confess openly and honestly,
So that you find the book interesting to read...
(B. Zakhoder)

Book secrets
If you want to know a lot,
Listen to advice.
Learn to recognize
Book secrets.

And there are no unnecessary books.

If the plane is fast
He rushed to the sky,
The pilot knows his secret.
He studied it.

Every book has its own secret,
And there are no unnecessary books.

If mom is for lunch
Cooks cabbage soup and porridge,
She has her own secret
Also very important.

Know, all the girls,
Know, all the boys:
Every book has its own secret!
Read books everyone!
(L. Guselnikova)

Arkady Gaidar
Creator of your favorite children's books
And a faithful friend of the guys,
He lived like a fighter should live,
And he died like a soldier.

Open the school story -
Gaidar wrote it:
The hero of that story is true
And brave, even though he is small in stature.

Read Gaidar's story
And look around:
They live among us today
Timur, and Gek, and Chuk.

They are recognized by their actions.
And it doesn't matter
What is the Gaidar name?
Not always heroes.

Pages of honest, clean books
Left as a gift to the country
Fighter, Writer, Bolshevik
And Citizen - Gaidar...
(S. Mikhalkov)

CHILDREN'S POEMS ABOUT BOOKS AND READING

Who will learn what

What's first?
Will the cat learn?
- Grab it!
What's first?
Will the bird learn?
- Fly!
What's first?
Will the student learn?
- Read!
(V. Berestov)

How would we live without books?

We are friends with the printed word,
If it weren't for him,
Neither old nor new
We didn't know 6 anything!

Just imagine for a moment
How would we live without books?
What would a student do?
If there were no books,
If everything disappeared at once,
What was written for children:
From magical good fairy tales
Until funny stories?..

You wanted to relieve boredom
Find the answer to the question.
He extended his hand for the book,
But it’s not on the shelf!

Your favorite book is missing -
"Chippolino", for example,
And they ran away like boys
Robinson and Gulliver.

No, you can't imagine
For such a moment to arise
And you could have been left
All the heroes of children's books.

From the fearless Gavroche
To Timur and to Krosh -
How many of them, guys friends,
Those who want the best for us!

A brave book, an honest book,
Let there be a few pages in it,
In the whole world, as is known,
There are no boundaries.

All roads are open to her,
And on all continents
She speaks many
A variety of languages.

And she can go to any country
Through all the centuries it will pass,
Like great novels
"Quiet Don" and "Don Quixote"!

Glory to our children's book!
Swim across all the seas!
And especially Russian -
Starting with the Primer!
(S. Mikhalkov)

Book holiday

The snow is melting, the waters are bubbling,
The birds are calling loudly.
It's like spring today
The children's eyes brightened.
They love holiday books very much
Both girls and boys.

The book is faithful
The book is the first
A book is a child's best friend.
We can't live without a book,
We can't live without a book! –
All the guys are talking.
(Z. Bychkov)

Read, children!

Read it, boys!
Girls, read!
Favorite books
Search the website!
On the subway, on the train
And the car
Away or at home,
At the dacha, at the villa -
Read it, girls!
Read it, boys!
They don't teach bad things
Favorite books!
Not everything in this world
It comes easy to us
And yet persistent
And the wise one will achieve
The one for which it is good
The heart strives:
He will open the cage
Where the bird languishes!
And each of us
He will breathe a sigh of relief,
Believing that it is wise
Time will come!
And wise, new
Time will come!
(N. Pikuleva)

We are friendly with the printed word

In every house, in every hut -

In cities and villages -

Beginning Reader

Holds a book on the table.

We are friendly with the printed word.

If it weren't for him,

Neither old nor new

We wouldn't know anything!

Even a small child

Can't read

Just coming out of diapers

He asks to show the book.

Birthday gift

Do you want to give a friend -

Bring him Gaidar,

There will be a century of gratitude!

Books are friends with children

The pioneer appreciates the book,

And favorite heroes

Always an example for him!

Books treasured pages

Help people live

And work and study,

And cherish the Fatherland.

(S. Mikhalkov)

Writer's message to readers

I appeal to you, comrades, children:
There is nothing more useful than a book in the world!
Let books come into homes as friends,
Read for the rest of your life, gain your mind!
(S. Mikhalkov)

How good it is to be able to read!

How good it is to be able to read!

There is no need to pester your mother,
No need to shake grandma:
"Read, please read!"
No need to beg your sister:
"Well, read another page."
No need to call
No need to wait
Can I take it?
And read!
(V. Berestov)

Wonderful books

The fresh wind hums
Far wandering voices,
He blows up the pages
Like miracle sails!

In the middle of any page
Miracles come to life
Eyelashes don't stick together
Eyes run wild!

But reading days and nights
And floating on the sea of ​​lines,
Stay the right course!
And then they will open the books -
Wonderful books -
Have a wonderful life!
(L. Krutko)

Traveler

Distant distances, wonderful countries
They beckon me through the “gray fogs.”
On ships, on elephants and camels
Again I'm going in search of a miracle.

I'm constantly on long hikes:
On airplanes and ships,
Yachts, canoes, cars
“I press kilometers” and “measure miles.”

No, I'm not a deceiver and I'm not a liar,
Just a boy reading books
And travel to distant places
He started at the age of seven, on magazine pages.
(A. Lugarev)

First book

My first book
I take care of it and love it.
Even if only in syllables,
I read it myself -
And from the end and from the middle,
It has beautiful pictures,
There are poems, stories, songs.
Life is more interesting for me with a book!

About reading

Very interesting read:
You can sit, lie down
And - without leaving his place -
RUN through the book with your eyes!
Yes Yes! Read - WALK WITH YOUR EYES
Hand in hand with mom, then on your own.
Walking is nothing after all,
Don't be afraid to take the first step!
We stumbled once, twice...
And suddenly you
Read four letters in a row
And you went, went, went -
And you read the first word!
From word to word - like over bumps -
Have fun running along the lines...
And so learn to read -
How to run
Jump…
How to fly!
I know, soon on the page
You will flutter like birds!
After all, it is vast and great,
Like the sky -
The magical world of books!
(A. Usachev)

You read someone else's stuff, but you see- yours!

…I am lying on a couch. Comfortable. Nice.
I watch TV, and everything is clear to me.
Others came up with an idea to show me.
There is no need to think or imagine.

But mom said: “You see someone else’s.”
I think this activity is empty.
And with a book your time is more useful:
You read someone else’s, but see your own!

On the book path he is his own director,
Artist, performer, musician, stuntman...
When you read an interesting book,
Together with a writer you create your own world:

You are a warrior hero, you are the savior of the worlds,
You are a brave Mosquito for all Spiders.
And a fairy tale and reality, and a moment and eternity...
Fly over the book page into infinity!

My mother once told me herself,
That reading books is food for the mind.
Your mind is developed by imagination,
And reading is the best learning in the world!

(Kindergarten-School■ )

Knigograd

In my closet it's crowded with that volume,
And each volume on the shelf is like a house...
You open the cover-door in a hurry -
And you entered, and you are already a guest.
Like an alley, every row of books.
And my entire closet is a wonderful Book Town...
(D. Kugultinov)

Writer

We are all friends with books:
Both you and I are readers.
And, of course, we know
What their writers write.
It's not easy to become a writer,
Like a musician -
Definitely possess
We need talent here.
As in any profession,
Here are your secrets:
There is a hero in the book
Strictly according to the plot.
Composing his own story
The author sitting in a chair.
There is no limit to invention -
If only it were more interesting.
He Dunno to the Moon,
Like a magician, he will send,
And a magical land
Will make you fall in love.
From it they come to us:
Winnie the Pooh, Malvina,
Aibolit, Hippopotamus,
Brave Cippolino.
Here, at the desk,
Their place of birth
Come alive under the pen
All their adventures.
Here is the added line:
And the book is ready...
They will definitely read it
Girls and boys!

I am the world!

I am the world, and the world has become me,
I barely opened the page!
I can be the hero of the book
Transform instantly!
Speaking in verse and prose,
With drawing and words,
The pages of books guide me
In magical ways.

I will step over in the world of words
Any time borders,
I can now the whole globe
I'll fly around like a bird!
Pages, chapters and words
They fly before my eyes.
The book and I have become forever
Good friends!
(Translated from English by A. Matyukhin)

Paper boat named "Book"

Paper boat
Named "Book"
No worse than a corvette
Frigate and brig
I'll be carried away
Into the oceans of dreams
Where it will generously open
Treasures of knowledge.
Ready to carry me
To distant countries
Stories and fairy tales,
Poems and novels.
Sail pages
Filled with the breeze
Talented stories
Full of surprises.
And I'm the commander
Reading expeditions.
Sail with me
Look for adventure!

(A. Smetanin■ )

Children's poems about books

(magazine "Bonfire")

I have been friends with books since childhood,
I trace the lines with my finger,
And the whole world for it
Gives me secrets.
(Kolya Polyakov)

No wonder the book was named
Our spiritual food,
Fate won't tell
To someone who only eats porridge.
(Ira Lazareva)

The book is my best friend,
I'm so happy with you!
I love reading you
Think, think and dream!
(Nastya Strukova)

How good it is to be able to read!
Pick up the book and find out
What in the world happened before me
And why was I born?
Which galaxies to fly to?
What to see, who to be, who to become
A book can tell me
After all, only she is given to know everything.

(Kolya Polyakov)

Apples - from an apple tree,
From the rose - the aroma,
From reading - erudition.
This is the result!

Vova the bookworm

I don’t even know how to tell you:
Our Vova recently learned to read.
Sleeps with a book in his arms all night long,
He wakes up and immediately pesters everyone,
He reads two or three words and asks: “Check!”
He’s proud: “I’m a reader now!”

The whole family started reading,
Vova forced us.
Eh! This is life!

(T. Gusarova)

Reading

Mom reads a book to me

About the bunny and the little fox...

I would listen about the war game,

Only mom is a girl.

She'll probably be bored

So much so that he even gapes.

Okay, tomorrow about the war

Dad reads at night.

And today about the bunny

And about the teddy bear.

Even about a mouse, even about a cone -

All the same, if only there was a book!

(A. Kornilov)

Book secrets

If you want to know a lot,
Listen to advice.
Learn to recognize
Book secrets.

And there are no unnecessary books.

If the plane is fast
He rushed to the sky,
The pilot knows his secret.
He studied it.

Every book has its own secret,
And there are no unnecessary books.

If mom is for lunch
Cooks cabbage soup and porridge,
She has her own secret
Also very important.

Know, all the girls,
Know, all the boys:
Every book has its own secret!
Read books everyone!
(L. Guselnikova)

The poet's wish

Usually this is kept secret from you.
And I’m not hiding it, comrades, children.
I want you, dear readers,
We didn't waste our time reading.
I want, I confess openly and honestly,
So that you find the book interesting to read...
(B. Zakhoder)

New reader

This short song of mine
I'm sending it to print.
To those I give it as a gift,
Who learned to read.

A new reader comes to us.
This is good news!
It's very nice that he himself can
Read every line.

Thanks to the school! Thank you
Who printed the primer?
As if he brought into deep darkness
Bright magic lantern.

(S. Marshak)

A word about a word

Let's imagine, at least for a moment,
That suddenly we lost magazines and books,
That people don't know what a poet means,
That there is no Cheburashka, no Hottabych.
It's as if no one has ever been in this world,
And I had never heard of Moidodyr,
That there is no Dunno, a liar, a klutz,
That there is no Aibolit, and no Uncle Styopa.
It’s probably impossible to imagine something like this?
So hello, smart, kind word!
Let books and friends come into your home!
Read for the rest of your life - gain your mind!
(Yu. Entin)

Above the book

The fire is stirring in the stove again,
The cat curled up in the warmth,
And from the green lamp it falls
An even circle on the evening table.

So our worries are over -
The problem book is asleep, the notebook is closed.
Hands reach for the book. But what are you
Will you, boy, read today?

Do you want to go to the distant blue countries,
In the singing of a blizzard, in the tropical heat
The captains will lead you and me,
Leaning on the carved steering wheel?

Their gaze is sharp, their hands are reliable,
And they only dream about
To pass them for the glory of science
A previously unknown path.

Compressed by ice, without fire and compass,
In the twilight of the Arctic countries
We will save the eccentric Hatteras,
Crossing the icy ocean.

Through caves, underground lakes
Let's do it in cramped conditions and dust,
Captivating the pattern of stalactites,
Journey to the center of the earth.

And without the help of cards and sextant,
With a half-erased note in hand,
Captain, unfortunate Grant,
We will find an island on an unknown island.

You will see the Orinoco forests,
Cities of monkeys and elephants,
A hot air balloon flying low,
Will cast a shadow over Lake Chad.

And in the coral reefs, where it prowls
"Nautilus", wanderer of the seas,
We will find a remote cemetery
Ships sunk in battle...

What is more beautiful than such adventures,
More fun than discoveries, victories,
Wise wanderings, happy crashes,
Flights between stars and planets?

And, closing the read volume,
Gratefully leaving the ship,
You will see, my boy, what
Full of secrets, the earth awaits us!

Guided you steadily on my way
Through danger, storm and darkness
A scientist inspired by a dream,
A sharp-eyed navigator, poet and eccentric.
(V. Rozhdestvensky)

Discoverer of America

A wonderful book
I bought it for myself yesterday!
I read it at a glance,
Or maybe he swallowed it.
I admire Mark Twain -
I wish I could play football with him!
So, in the vast universe
I found myself some friends.

I liked Tom Sawyer
And his buddy Finn.
I wouldn't upset Aunt Polly
And I wouldn’t make a face at her.
I'll build myself a frigate
And along the waterway,
I will open America
It's easier to approach her that way.

I'll make it to Mississippi
I'll end up in a cave there.
And then, forgive me,
I will find all my treasures.
Let me not become a businessman,
I'm still learning
But still, with Mark Twain
I will share this treasure!

(N. Anishina)

Arkady Gaidar

Creator of your favorite children's books
And a faithful friend of the guys,
He lived like a fighter should live,
And he died like a soldier.

Open a school story -
Gaidar wrote it:
The hero of that story is true
And brave, even though he is small in stature.

Read Gaidar's story
And look around:
They live among us today
Timur, and Gek, and Chuk.

They are recognized by their actions.
And it doesn't matter
What is the Gaidar name?
Not always heroes.

Pages of honest, clean books
Left as a gift to the country
Fighter, Writer, Bolshevik
And Citizen - Gaidar...
(S. Mikhalkov)

the trees are dressed, the carpet of leaves is rustling under your feet, you hear this autumn song

hunting in the forest is most difficult: a dried leaf (lies, rattles) under your feet, the game can hear you far away. He also sees through the (sparse, dense) bushes and, not allowing it, flies away. Find the highlighted nouns in the text, determine their declension and case. 1) Forest (__ sk., __ p.) 2) bush (__ sk., __ p.) 3) legs (__ sk., __ p.) 3. Write out one word from the text of assignment No. 1 in each column. VERB ADJECTIVE NOUN4. Indicate what part of speech the highlighted word is. The leaf fell from (_____________) trees. Explain your answer.________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________5. Choose four cognates for the word LIGHT that are often used in speech.________________________________________________________________________________________________6. Write down a word where all consonant sounds are soft. Coal, eyelash, swan, loops. ______________________________7. Insert the missing letters, write the test words in brackets. During the day, the horses slept (________________) in the meadows, and later (____________________) at night they slept near the warm haystacks. Sometimes the horses woke up from the booms (___________) of the steamer on the river. The smell of rosehip came from the shore (__________________).8. Write down words that are identical in composition. Thaw, depth, frost, smells, stream. ________________________________________9. Place the missing punctuation marks at the end of the sentences (? ! .).1) How beautiful the quiet sunsets were over the forest lakes__2) The kid turned over the stone, lightly touched the frightened beetle with his finger__3) How mollusks, crustaceans and fish could get into a rain puddle__10. In task No. 9, circle the number of the sentence in which the comma is missing. Read the story and complete tasks 11-12. There lived a cat in our house - Ivanovich. He ate or slept all day. Sometimes he would climb onto a warm bed, curl up in a ball and fall asleep. One day my mother kneaded the dough in a tub and put it on the stove. Time passed and mom went to see if the dough was rising well. He looks, and in the tub, curled up like on a feather bed, Ivanovich is sleeping. I crushed all the dough and got all dirty myself. So we were left without pies. Ivanovich was a lazy cat, he didn’t even catch mice. I once walked into the kitchen and saw Ivanovich stretched out on the floor and dozing in the sun, and next to him a whole brood of mice were walking: very tiny, running along the floor, collecting bread crumbs, and the cat seemed to be grazing them - occasionally glancing and eyes the sun is blinking. But sometimes Ivanovich liked to hunt for fun. We were sitting by the window one day, and suddenly we saw Ivanovich running across the yard with a rat in his mouth. He jumped out the window - straight into his mother's room. He lay down in the middle of the floor, released the rat, and looked at his mother: “Here, they say, what kind of hunter I am!” Mom jumped onto the chair, the rat scurried under the closet, and Ivanovich sat and sat and went to bed.. 11. Complete the missing points of the plan. 1. Cat Ivanovich2. _______________________________________________________________3. Mouse Shepherd4. ______________________________________________________________12. Underline the main terms in the highlighted sentences from the story.13. Read the text. Cross out the “extra” sentence. After the chicks fly out of the nest, the bird’s worries end. After all, the chicks still need to be taught to fly, look for food, and hide from enemies. In case of danger, some birds give the chicks a signal to hide, others try to ward off the enemy with cunning, and still others fearlessly chase a kite or a fox.14. Read the text. Explain what the meaning of the words in this text is. The sun rose, the fog began to disperse in waves, the boat was lowered into the water, and we floated to the shore. There is fog ahead, and the waves are rolling in, and the fulmars are screaming - seabirds. A fulmar will emerge from the fog and, screaming astern, disappear into the fog. Boat - _____________________________________________________________________Foolish - _____________________________________________________________________15. Put the missing punctuation marks at the end of the sentences. “What kind of guy is he?” “Well, like a bird,” said the grandfather hesitantly. – Walk faster__– And he’s black__– You’ll see, you’ll see. “If we meet you, we can scare you with a double-barreled shotgun,” we suggested. - Look, what did they come up with__16. Circle the number of the correct answer. The suffix is ​​present in all words of the group: 1) dictionary, secretary 3) flow, lump 2) nickel, good fellow 4) basket, cat

Where is right, where is left

The student was standing
At the fork in the road,
Where is the right
Where is the left?
He couldn't understand.
But suddenly the student
Scratched my head
With the same hand
To whom he wrote,
And he threw the ball
And I flipped through the pages,
And he held the spoon
And he swept the floors.
- Victory! - rang out
Jubilant cry:
Where is the right
Where is the left?
The student found out.

Black ice

It doesn't work
And it doesn’t go
Because it's icy.
But
Falls beautifully.
Why no one
Not happy?

* * *

Friendly
We hit
Fish
About the ice -
And ice drift began on the river!

Spruce

The trees are all green.
Almost all the birds have arrived.
Everything strives to be updated.
And at the prickly dark spruce
Still the same gloomy winter look.

All the warmth, all the power of light
She, the distrustful one, needs it.
And, dressed in soft pine needles,
Your spring in the bloom of summer
She celebrates with embarrassment.

If you're thirsty

If you want to drink, then dig a well.
If it gets cold, heat up the stove.
If you're hungry, bake a loaf.
If you are lonely, then be patient a little.
And the travelers will reach out one by one
And to water, and to warmth, and to yourself.

Behind the game

We quarreled, we made up
And sometimes they argued
But we became very good friends
Behind our game.

Game is replaced by game,
The game ends
But friendship doesn't end.
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Familiar

Today I left the house.
Fluffy snow lies all around.
I look - my friend is approaching
Runs through the snow barefoot.

And so we don’t hide our joy,
We are inseparable friends.
We squeal, and we jump, and we gallop,
Now me, then him, then him, then me.

Hugs, jokes, conversations.
- How are you living? Well how are you? -
Suddenly we see a cat along the fence,
Like a shadow, she passed on tiptoe.

– Stay with me a little longer! -
But I didn't stop him.
- Woof! Woof! - said
acquaintance strictly.
He waved his tail and ran away.

Iskalochka

If there is no one somewhere,
That means someone is out there somewhere.
But where is this someone?
And where could he have climbed?

Who will learn what

What's first?
Will the cat learn?
- Grab it!
What's first?
Will the bird learn?
- Fly!
What's first?
Will the student learn?
- Read!

The kitten will grow up to be a cat
The same as everyone else in the world.
The chick will turn into a bird,
The same as everything else in the world.
And the children read
And children dream
And even their moms and dads don't know
What the children will become and grow up to be.

* * *

A light sigh or a breeze -
Pooh flies by handful after handful,
And a circle will remain
Like a thimble.

* * *

What are the sparrows singing about?
On the last day of winter?
- We survived!
- We made it!
- We are alive! We are alive!

Sunflower

It's been raining all morning. Nothing fun.
But the sun has a friend.
One of the best.
Stubbornly turning my head,
He is looking for the sun hidden in the clouds.

* * *

They put the toy on the shelf,
And the poor thing is sad in secret,
That she's not a toy
That she's a trinket
Which is of no use or use.
They put the toy on the shelf.

Good news

Quarter to six!
Quarter to six!
Do you want to hear
Good news?

- So what happened?
Quarter to six?
What kind of
Good news?

- And the fact that I myself,
Do you understand? - MYSELF
I can watch
Find out by the hour.

Travelers

Let's take some dried pears with us.
And let's move into the wilderness
Some are on a long journey.
I'm behind Starkov,
Krasilnikov hurries after me -
There's no turning back.
Our sticks fly in harmony,
And our skis creak in harmony.
Farther and farther the house.
But we are men, and besides
We have a supply of dried pears
And we will not be lost!

Knocking on the window

So it’s given to us to find out,
Like winter knocking on the window.
And a tit is breaking through the window,
Wants to eat lard
And dreams of meeting you
Who should she spend the winter with now?

Reader

How good it is to be able to read!
There is no need to pester your mother.
No need to shake grandma:
“Please read it! Read it!”
No need to beg your sister:
“Well, read another page!”
No need to call
No need to wait
Or you can pick it up and read it!

* * *

Every day,
One minute at a time
The day is longer
In short, night.
Slowly,
Little by little
Let's drive away winter
Away!

Who will learn what

What's first?
Will the cat learn?
- Grab it!
What's first?
Will the bird learn?
- Fly!
What's first?
Will the student learn?
- Read!
(V. Berestov)

How would we live without books?

We are friends with the printed word,
If it weren't for him,
Neither old nor new
We didn't know 6 anything!

Just imagine for a moment
How would we live without books?
What would a student do?
If there were no books,
If everything disappeared at once,
What was written for children:
From magical good fairy tales
Until funny stories?..

You wanted to relieve boredom
Find the answer to the question.
He extended his hand for the book,
But it’s not on the shelf!

Your favorite book is missing -
"Chippolino", for example,
And they ran away like boys
Robinson and Gulliver.

No, you can't imagine
For such a moment to arise
And you could have been left
All the heroes of children's books.

From the fearless Gavroche
To Timur and to Krosh -
How many of them, guys friends,
Those who want the best for us!

A brave book, an honest book,
Let there be a few pages in it,
In the whole world, as is known,
There are no boundaries.

All roads are open to her,
And on all continents
She speaks many
A variety of languages.

And she can go to any country
Through all the centuries it will pass,
Like great novels
"Quiet Don" and "Don Quixote"!

Glory to our children's book!
Swim across all the seas!
And especially Russian -
Starting with the Primer!
(S. Mikhalkov)

Book holiday

The snow is melting, the waters are bubbling,
The birds are calling loudly.
It's like spring today
The children's eyes brightened.
They love holiday books very much
Both girls and boys.

Read, children!

Read it, boys!
Girls, read!
Favorite books
Search the website!
On the subway, on the train
And the car
Away or at home,
At the dacha, at the villa -
Read it, girls!
Read it, boys!
They don't teach bad things
Favorite books!
Not everything in this world
It comes easy to us
And yet persistent
And the wise one will achieve
The one for which it is good
The heart strives:
He will open the cage
Where the bird languishes!
And each of us
He will breathe a sigh of relief,
Believing that it is wise
Time will come!
And wise, new
Time will come!
(N. Pikuleva)

We are friendly with the printed word

In every house, in every hut -

In cities and villages -

Beginning Reader

Holds a book on the table.

We are friendly with the printed word.

If it weren't for him,

Neither old nor new

We wouldn't know anything!

Even a small child

Just coming out of diapers

He asks to show the book.

Birthday gift

Do you want to give a friend -

Bring him Gaidar,

There will be a century of gratitude!

Books are friends with children

The pioneer appreciates the book,

And favorite heroes

Always an example for him!

Books treasured pages

Help people live

And work and study,

And cherish the Fatherland.

(S. Mikhalkov)

Writer's message to readers

I appeal to you, comrades, children:
There is nothing more useful than a book in the world!
Let books come into homes as friends,
Read for the rest of your life, gain your mind!
(S. Mikhalkov)

How good it is to be able to read!

There is no need to pester your mother,
No need to shake grandma:
"Read, please read!"
No need to beg your sister:
"Well, read another page."
No need to call
No need to wait
Can I take it?
And read!
(V. Berestov)

Wonderful books

The fresh wind hums
Far wandering voices,
He blows up the pages
Like miracle sails!

Traveler

Distant distances, wonderful countries
They beckon me through the “gray fogs.”
On ships, on elephants and camels
Again I'm going in search of a miracle.

I'm constantly on long hikes:
On airplanes and ships,
Yachts, canoes, cars
“I press kilometers” and “measure miles.”

No, I'm not a deceiver and I'm not a liar,
Just a boy reading books
And travel to distant places
He started at the age of seven, on magazine pages.
(A. Lugarev)

First book

My first book
I take care of it and love it.
Even if only in syllables,
I read it myself -
And from the end and from the middle,
It has beautiful pictures,
There are poems, stories, songs.
Life is more interesting for me with a book!

Knigograd

In my closet it's crowded with that volume,
And each volume on the shelf is like a house...
You open the cover-door in a hurry -
And you entered, and you are already a guest.
Like an alley, every row of books.
And my entire closet is a wonderful Book Town...
(D. Kugultinov)

Writer

We are all friends with books:
Both you and I are readers.
And, of course, we know
What their writers write.
It's not easy to become a writer,
Like a musician -
Definitely possess
We need talent here.
As in any profession,
Here are your secrets:
There is a hero in the book
Strictly according to the plot.
Composing his own story
The author sitting in a chair.
There is no limit to invention -
If only it were more interesting.
He Dunno to the Moon,
Like a magician, he will send,
And a magical land
Will make you fall in love.
From it they come to us:
Winnie the Pooh, Malvina,
Aibolit, Hippopotamus,
Brave Cippolino.
Here, at the desk,
Their place of birth
Come alive under the pen
All their adventures.
Here is the added line:
And the book is ready...
They will definitely read it
Girls and boys!

I am the world!

I am the world, and the world has become me,
I barely opened the page!
I can be the hero of the book
Transform instantly!
Speaking in verse and prose,
With drawing and words,
The pages of books guide me
In magical ways.

I will step over in the world of words
Any time borders,
I can now the whole globe
I'll fly around like a bird!
Pages, chapters and words
They fly before my eyes.
The book and I have become forever
Good friends!
(Translated from English by A. Matyukhin)

Book

A book is a teacher, a book is a mentor.


If you let go of the book.
A book is an adviser, a book is a scout,
The book is an active fighter and fighter.
A book is an imperishable memory and eternity,
A satellite of planet earth, finally.
The book is not just beautiful furniture,
Do not use oak cabinets,
The book is a magician who knows how to tell tales
Turn it into reality and into the basis of foundations.
(V. Bokov)

About reading

Very interesting read:
You can sit, lie down
And - without leaving his place -
RUN through the book with your eyes!
Yes Yes! Read - WALK WITH YOUR EYES
Hand in hand with mom, then on your own.
Walking is nothing after all,
Don't be afraid to take the first step!
We stumbled once, twice...
And suddenly you
Read four letters in a row
And you went, went, went -
And you read the first word!
From word to word - like over bumps -
Have fun running along the lines...
And so learn to read -
How to run
Jump…
How to fly!
I know, soon on the page
You will flutter like birds!
After all, it is vast and great,
Like the sky -
The magical world of books!
(A. Usachev)

You read someone else's stuff, but you see - yours!

…I am lying on a couch. Comfortable. Nice.
I watch TV, and everything is clear to me.
Others came up with an idea to show me.
There is no need to think or imagine.

But mom said: “You see someone else’s.”
I think this activity is empty.
And with a book your time is more useful:
You read someone else’s, but see your own!

On the book path he is his own director,
Artist, performer, musician, stuntman...
When you read an interesting book,
Together with a writer you create your own world:

You are a warrior hero, you are the savior of the worlds,
You are a brave Mosquito for all Spiders.
And a fairy tale and reality, and a moment and eternity...
Fly over the book page into infinity!

My mother once told me herself,
That reading books is food for the mind.
Your mind is developed by imagination,
And reading is the best learning in the world!

(Kindergarten-School ■ )

Paper boat named "Book"

Paper boat
Named "Book"
No worse than a corvette
Frigate and brig
I'll be carried away
Into the oceans of dreams
Where it will generously open
Treasures of knowledge.
Ready to carry me
To distant countries
Stories and fairy tales,
Poems and novels.
Sail pages
Filled with the breeze
Talented stories
Full of surprises.
And I'm the commander
Reading expeditions.
Sail with me
Look for adventure!

(A. Smetanin ■ )

Children's poems about books

(magazine "Bonfire")

I have been friends with books since childhood,
I trace the lines with my finger,
And the whole world for it
Gives me secrets.
(Kolya Polyakov)

No wonder the book was named
Our spiritual food,
Fate won't tell
To someone who only eats porridge.
(Ira Lazareva)

The book is my best friend,
I'm so happy with you!
I love reading you
Think, think and dream!
(Nastya Strukova)

How good it is to be able to read!
Pick up the book and find out
What in the world happened before me
And why was I born?
Which galaxies to fly to?
What to see, who to be, who to become
A book can tell me
After all, only she is given to know everything.

(Kolya Polyakov)

Apples - from an apple tree,
From the rose - the aroma,
From reading - erudition.
This is the result!

Reading

Mom reads a book to me

About the bunny and the little fox...

I would listen about the war game,

Only mom is a girl.

She'll probably be bored

So much so that he even gapes.

Okay, tomorrow about the war

Dad reads at night.

And today about the bunny

And about the teddy bear.

At least about a mouse, at least about a cone -

All the same, if only there was a book!

(A. Kornilov)

New reader

This short song of mine
I'm sending it to print.
To those I give it as a gift,
Who learned to read.

A new reader comes to us.
This is good news!
It's very nice that he himself can
Read every line.

Thanks to the school! Thank you
Who printed the primer?
As if he brought into deep darkness
Bright magic lantern.

(S. Marshak)

My friends! From high bookshelves...

My friends! From high bookshelves
Come to me at night,
And our conversation - short or long -
You and I always need...

Through the centuries your voice has reached me,
Once dissipated like smoke,
And what suffered and struggled in you,
Suddenly it became miraculously mine.
(V. Rozhdestvensky)

Books are getting old...

Time has stopped its flight,

Like divers in the twilight of Atlantis, -
Bygone centuries of hope and resentment

(V. Rozhdestvensky)

I open a lonely volume...

I open a lonely volume -
A volume in a faded binding.
The man wrote these lines.
I don't know who he wrote for.

Let him think and love differently,
and we haven't met in centuries...
If these lines make me cry,
That means they were meant for me.
(V. Tushnova)

A word about a word

Let's imagine, at least for a moment,
That suddenly we lost magazines and books,
That people don't know what a poet means,
That there is no Cheburashka, no Hottabych.
It's as if no one has ever been in this world,
And I had never heard of Moidodyr,
That there is no Dunno, a liar, a klutz,
That there is no Aibolit, and no Uncle Styopa.
It’s probably impossible to imagine something like this?
So hello, smart, kind word!
Let books and friends come into your home!
Read for the rest of your life - gain your mind!
(Yu. Entin)

Above the book

The fire is stirring in the stove again,
The cat curled up in the warmth,
And from the green lamp it falls
An even circle on the evening table.

So our worries are over -
The problem book is asleep, the notebook is closed.
Hands reach for the book. But what are you
Will you, boy, read today?

Do you want to go to the distant blue countries,
In the singing of a blizzard, in the tropical heat
The captains will lead you and me,
Leaning on the carved steering wheel?

Their gaze is sharp, their hands are reliable,
And they only dream about
To pass them for the glory of science
A previously unknown path.

Compressed by ice, without fire and compass,
In the twilight of the Arctic countries
We will save the eccentric Hatteras,
Crossing the icy ocean.

Through caves, underground lakes
Let's do it in cramped conditions and dust,
Captivating the pattern of stalactites,
Journey to the center of the earth.

And without the help of cards and sextant,
With a half-erased note in hand,
Captain, unfortunate Grant,
We will find an island on an unknown island.

You will see the Orinoco forests,
Cities of monkeys and elephants,
A hot air balloon flying low,
Will cast a shadow over Lake Chad.

And in the coral reefs, where it prowls
"Nautilus", wanderer of the seas,
We will find a remote cemetery
Ships sunk in battle...

What is more beautiful than such adventures,
More fun than discoveries, victories,
Wise wanderings, happy crashes,
Flights between stars and planets?

And, closing the read volume,
Gratefully leaving the ship,
You will see, my boy, what
Full of secrets, the earth awaits us!

Guided you steadily on my way
Through danger, storm and darkness
A scientist inspired by a dream,
A sharp-eyed navigator, poet and eccentric.
(V. Rozhdestvensky)

Vova the bookworm

I don’t even know how to tell you:
Our Vova recently learned to read.
Sleeps with a book in his arms all night long,
He wakes up and immediately pesters everyone,
He reads two or three words and asks: “Check!”
He’s proud: “I’m a reader now!”

The whole family started reading,
Vova forced us.
Eh! This is life!

(T. Gusarova)

Discoverer of America

A wonderful book
I bought it for myself yesterday!
I read it at a glance,
Or maybe he swallowed it.
I admire Mark Twain -
I wish I could play football with him!
So, in the vast universe
I found myself some friends.

I liked Tom Sawyer
And his buddy Finn.
I wouldn't upset Aunt Polly
And I wouldn’t make a face at her.
I'll build myself a frigate
And along the waterway,
I will open America
It's easier to approach her that way.

I'll make it to Mississippi
I'll end up in a cave there.
And then, forgive me,
I will find all my treasures.
Let me not become a businessman,
I'm still learning
But still, with Mark Twain
I will share this treasure!

(N. Anishina)

Book swallower

I'm very well read. I read, I read...
Everyone tells me that I swallow books.
I once swallowed skates with hunchbacks,
Now - Harry Potter along with glasses.

Spies in spinach, vampires in tomatoes,
Princess in syrup and cotton candy,
And the Three Musketeers with weapons together,
And sharp dragons in the mythical test.

Then I tried Robin Hood with onions.
But science just doesn’t bite!
Either I don’t have enough sugar or salt.
Spread some jam on your textbooks, or what?

(K. Strelnik ■ )

The poet's wish

Usually this is kept secret from you.
And I’m not hiding it, comrades, children.
I want you, dear readers,
We didn't waste our time reading.
I want, I confess openly and honestly,
So that you find the book interesting to read...
(B. Zakhoder)

Book secrets

If you want to know a lot,
Listen to advice.
Learn to recognize
Book secrets.

And there are no unnecessary books.

If the plane is fast
He rushed to the sky,
The pilot knows his secret.
He studied it.

Every book has its own secret,
And there are no unnecessary books.

If mom is for lunch
Cooks cabbage soup and porridge,
She has her own secret
Also very important.

Know, all the girls,
Know, all the boys:
Every book has its own secret!
Read books everyone!
(L. Guselnikova)

Arkady Gaidar

Creator of your favorite children's books
And a faithful friend of the guys,
He lived like a fighter should live,
And he died like a soldier.

Open a school story -
Gaidar wrote it:
The hero of that story is true
And brave, even though he is small in stature.

Read Gaidar's story
And look around:
They live among us today
Timur, and Gek, and Chuk.

They are recognized by their actions.
And it doesn't matter
What is the Gaidar name?
Not always heroes.

Pages of honest, clean books
Left as a gift to the country
Fighter, Writer, Bolshevik
And Citizen - Gaidar...
(S. Mikhalkov)

Russian speech

Like on a hot day
In a cool quiet river,
I like to swim
In sweet Russian speech.
And so easy, free
Floats in it
What can be said about a lot
In simple, uncomplicated words,
What from birth
Everywhere next to us.
(A. Shevchenko)

Libraries

Power, stronger than time, is hidden
In rows of pages, on library shelves:
Blazing with a torch in the darkness, she
Sometimes it stings like a poisonous dart.

In centuries past, someone's mind was ignited
Sparkling - and it still shines!
Or was it possible to strain the veins of the bowstring, -
And the arrow still aims at the same target!

We breathe the light of outdated centuries,
Revealing the distance of the road before us,
Everywhere there is a reflection of inspired words, -
Now the sun of the day, now the silver-horned moon!

But the golden quiver is dearer to us
Singing arrows, bequeathed in pages,
Weapons for all times and countries,
On all paths, on all earthly borders.

In the darkness, where the judgment of life has not reached,
Where the shadows of lies are tortuous and unsteady, -
There is a vengeful dart of immortal books,
Sophisticated for centuries, hits without error.
(V. Bryusov)

Temple of Books

The library has been and will be
The sacred temple of living printed words,
Young Bunin was one of its priests,
And for thirty whole years - the sage Krylov.
(B. Cherkasov)

House of books

Oh, how many books there are in this house!
Take a close look -
There are thousands of your friends here
They settled on the shelves.
They will talk to you
And you, my young friend,
The whole path of earthly history
How would you suddenly see...
(S. Mikhalkov)

Road to the library

Very important for a person
Know the way to the library.
Reach out to knowledge.
Choose a book as a friend.
(T. Bokova)

Let's be friends with the book!

In the library for the kids
There are books in a row on the shelves
Take it, read it and know a lot,
But don't insult the book.
She will open up the big world,
What if you make me sick?
You are a book - forever
The pages will then fall silent.
(T. Blazhnova)

Book Country

I go to the library
I'm reading books.
There is no favorite thing!
I love to dream...
And find yourself in a fairy tale
In a mysterious forest.
See a wolf, a hare
And the red forest.

And after reading the whole book,
Think with your head -
What a good hero
Which one is bad?

She will always tell you
Where and how to behave,
Will help and tell
How can we find a friend?
And something in this life
We will begin to understand
Love your native land
And protect the weak.
(Nastya Valueva)

Library

There are books in a row on the shelves.
No dust, no speck.
Here is an old tome,
And new books.

Focus of the mind
Philosopher with poet
And a fantasy novel
With an incredible plot.

Here the classics are obediently waiting
Reader's sympathy,
Not knowing how the work will be perceived
Their discoverer.

Will he throw it behind the shelf or not,
He will read it avidly,
Through the veil of years gone by
Sympathizing with the heroes.

For hundreds of eyes to see,
Considering the shelf a cell,
Here the dandy came out on display
Promoted bestseller.

Magazines, stacks of newspapers,
Textbooks, brochures...
Always prompt and give advice
Palace of Literature.

And everything beautiful that is,
What motivates a person
Keeps a priceless treasure here
The library is for you.

(P. Platonov)

Librarian

Once caught in a wonderful captivity,
You won't be able to escape forever!
The world is endlessly interesting
The magical world of libraries!

Librarian – this word
Magical like crystal!
Always ready to help you,
He became your best friend!

He's in the sea of ​​books – navigator!
Like a guiding star
Guardian, companion and innovator,
Shine, shine, shine always!

And through puddles and snow

And through puddles and snow

We go to the library.

We go in the evening and during the day -

We take different books.

They rose like floors,

There are shelves in the book house.

Rise like clouds -

The hand won't reach.

“Help,” I say.

I bib-li-o-te-ka-ryu.

Anna Pavlovna will get up,

The book will be carefully taken out

And he’ll add: “It’s too early.”

To the lower book floors

It's easier for us to reach

We know without a hint

Where are the poems, where are the fairy tales?

(V. Stepanov)

Book's lullaby

Outside the window the night has come,
Somewhere lightning flashed,
The book got so tired in a day,
That the pages stick together.

They fall asleep little by little
Sentences and words
And on hard cover
The head comes down.

Exclamation marks
They whisper something in silence,
And quotes out of habit
They open up in a dream.

And in the corner, at the end of the page,
Transference hangs its nose -
He is separated from the third syllable
It was very bad.

Stories left untold
The mountain's feast is uneaten.
Without reaching this phrase,
The hero fell asleep while walking.

Even the flames stopped
Blaze in the midnight darkness,
Where is the dragon with one female dragon
Is in a legitimate fight.

You won't meet anyone now
On the pages of a sleeping book,
They just trudge along slowly
Half-asleep intrigues.

The young bride is dozing
On the way down the aisle,
And fell asleep in the middle,
And the beginning
And
END
(R. Mukha and V. Levin)

Cripples in the library

Opened in the library
Hospital book room.
What cripples are there!..
Oh, who would only know!
They lie there, poor fellows,
On the shelves along the wall,
And in the rustle of paper
Their complaints are heard:

Yesterday my pages
One student was leafing through;
I cut out the tables
Some kind of tool!
I was there for a quarter of a century
Faithful to readers
And without tables - a cripple.
Who needs it now?!

I'm a victim of a graduate student! -
A sad groan is heard. -
Science without talent
He decided to break through:
First he goes line by line
Rewrote me
Then, having put an end to it,
Suddenly he took it and cut it to pieces!
Many dissertations
What do I owe...
But to live without illustrations
I just can't...

What should I do, neighbor? -
Tom sighed heavily,
I rarely showed up
And not everyone!
Recently in the reading room
One associate professor came.
He presented impudently
Someone else's subscription!
I was handed over to the impudent one -
He took me like a beast...
And what happened to me,
You see now...

The old Tom opened up
(Fortunately, he was saved!)
And a terrible picture
Everyone was shocked:
Matches the tattoo
From the margins of its pages
We looked at the sketches:
And women's heads,
And the beaks of different birds...

Standing in the library
On shelves along the wall
Those books that last forever
People are offended.
Not the ones above the book
They sit thoughtfully
And those on the book
How predators look.
Neither position nor title -
Neither one nor the other
Not at any meeting
Don't make excuses for them!
(S. Mikhalkov)

We're in the library

The class took the library
We are under personal guardianship.
Books are best friends
We cannot live without them.

Books get old with age
and lose their previous appearance:
then the pages will turn yellow,
then the cover will fly off.

Here, read to the holes,
good old “Moidodyr”,
“Aibolit” has been waiting for us for a long time:
The binding is frayed.

To "Dunno" and friends
Almost all the glue was used up.
Collected page by page,
I had to work all day.

(N. Anishina)

There were mice in the library

Mice lived in the library,
They read books to their heart's content.
Library volumes
They liked it very much.
But it was inopportune to settle there
One mustachioed friend.
He hasn't read any books, though.
But he respected Myshek very much.
Since then
In library
Mice
They don't read anymore
Books.
(Lev Rachlis ■ )

A book about books

At Skvortsov's
Grishki
Lived once
Books -
Dirty,
Shaggy,
torn,
Humpbacks,
Without end
And without a beginning
Bindings -
Like a washcloth,
On sheets -
Scribble.
Books
Bitterly
They cried.

Grishka fought with Mishka.
Swung the book
Hit me once on the head -
Instead of a book, there were two.

Gogol complained bitterly:
He was a dandy in his youth,
And now, in his declining years,
He is disheveled and undressed.

Poor Robinson's
The skin is peeled off the cardboard,
Krylov's sheet was torn out,
And in crumpled grammar
On page thirty-five
A chimney sweep is drawn.

In Petrov's geography
Cow drawn
And it is written: "This
My geography.
Who will take her without asking?
He will be left without a nose!”

What should we do? - asked the books. -
How to get rid of Grishka?

And the brothers Grimm said -
- That's it, books, let's run away!

Disheveled problem book,
Grumpy and loser
He mumbled in response:
- Girls and boys
Books are mutilated everywhere.
Where to run from Grishka?
There is no salvation anywhere!

Shut up, old minus, -
The Brothers Grimm said,
And don't make us angry anymore
With your grumbling!

Let's run to the library
To our free shelter, -
There are books for a man
No offense allowed!

No, said the Hut
Uncle Tom" -
I'm offended by Grishka
But I'll stay at home!

Let's go! - Timur answered her. -
You are too patient!

Forward! - Don Quixote exclaimed.
And the books set off on a hike.

Homeless cripples
They enter the library hall.

The lamps above the table are shining,
The shelves behind the glass sparkle.

Bound in dark leather,
Placed along the wall,
Like spectators from a box,
Books are seen from above.

All of a sudden
Problem book-
Jonah
Turned pale
And he began to whisper:

Six eight -
Forty eight,
Five nine -
Forty five!

Geography in trouble
She rushed to the door, trembling.
At this time on the threshold
The guards appeared.

They brought brooms,
They began to clean the halls,
Sweep floors and shelves
Wipe the bindings.

Swept clean everywhere.
And behind the hanger, in the corner,
A torn pile of books
Saw on the floor -

Without end and without beginning,
Bindings are like bast,
There are scribbles on the sheets...
The watchmen cried:

You are unfortunate books,
The boys have destroyed you!
We'll take you to the doctor,
To Mitrofan Kuzmich.

He will take pity on you poor people,
And he will clean it up and glue it up,
And he will trim and sew,
And dressed in binding!

(S. Marshak)

Conversation between a man and a mouse

who eats his books

My dear bookworm, you are absolutely
He chewed up two volumes again. Clever!
Isn't it a shame to use what
What I don’t like is mousetraps!

If only you could take an example from me!
I read books every day,
But have you ever seen
Why do I gnaw them like gingerbread?

From books we know how they live
Indians, blacks, Eskimos;
In magazines people ask
Smart questions for each other:

Where is the path to America?
Which is closer: by sea or by land?
Well, in a word, here's a biscuit for you,
And please don't eat books.
(V.F. Khodasevich)

Two books

One day two books met.
We talked among ourselves.
“Well, how are you doing?” - one asked the other.

You can't live without a newspaper

"You would be confused, my friend,
If only for many years
For the first time the world suddenly remained
One day without newspapers.

Who makes the magazine and how?

We want everyone to know
How we make a magazine.

There are no empty pages in it,
The poet wrote the poems.

And writers are for us
Write a fairy tale and a story.

But stories alone are not enough.
There is no magazine without pictures!
Ants and elephants,
Winter forest and summer rain
Ready for us to draw
A wonderful artist.

And the proofreader is busy.
No time to waste:
He will place commas
And the mistakes will be corrected.

To collect material
And come up with the whole magazine,
Plan everything, take it into account,
Even the smallest factor
There is a special person
It's called an editor.

Our layout designer is very clever:
Text, picture, title –
Everything should fall into place.
He must type out the magazine.

All is ready. Our magazine
I got to the printing house.
And this last step
It will also be very important
You can't live without it!
The magazine has now become a paper one!
(L. Ulanova)

Books

Everything that is created by the mind
Everything that the soul strives for,
Like amber at the bottom of the sea,
Carefully stored in books.

(Y. Vanag)

Companion book

The book is a teacher
The book is a mentor,
A book is a close comrade and friend.
The mind, like a stream, dries up and grows old,
If you let go of the book.

Consider such a dwelling poor,
Where all the concern is to fill your belly,
Where is the high-calorie, tasty food?
He does not recognize spiritual food.

The book is an adviser,
The book is a scout,
The book is an active fighter and fighter,
A book is an imperishable memory and eternity.
A satellite of planet Earth, finally...
A book - we don’t have a better friend. Easing the yoke of life.
Eternal truths unfading light -
This is a book. Long live the book!

(T. Shchepkina-Kupernik)

And the winds are in love with books!

The wind turns so quickly
A novel lying on the window
It's like a frantic plot
He dreams of telling me
So fast, windy, dreamy,
Such bliss, grace,
Which is not necessary to read,
Enough to scroll through.
Well, here's a happy moment,
And without effort, without difficulty!
Everyone says reading is coming soon
Will leave the world forever,
That children will be raised this way -
Fictions and dreams will disappear...
But our poplars are well-read
And the winds are in love with books!
(A. Kushner)

Book

A book is like a bird -
It can fly around the whole world.
Book - queen -
He can command hearts.
Book - goddess -
Sometimes a miracle happens.
Book - slave -
Often goes through the gauntlet.
(K. Barishevsky)

I'm wandering around bookstores...

I wander through bookstores,
As soon as you have a free hour -
I am drawn to ancient volumes,
Always drawn to new products.

Slowly turning the pages,
I stand, losing count of the books,
And suddenly there is one like this.
What immediately touches the heart.

Don't break up with her. Be friends with her.
Scroll through the night, forget about sleep.
No, not one, but hundreds of lives
I lived, immersed in reading.

(Petrus Brovka)

In library

I'm sitting in the library, full of vague dreams.
Books with golden spines look at me,
And I dream: in those books the souls of the authors are hidden;
Their suffering and feelings are poured into those printed sheets.
Everything that burned and tormented them, all their thoughts and aspirations -
Everything lives an immortal life here for the glory of enlightenment.

( L . Palmin)

home library

Worlds are collected in my apartment.
They stand on racks and shelves.
They stand, frozen for the time being,
But the desire to be open is full.
I lovingly circle every world
Dreaming of looking into it
And every time I sigh, I leave,
Fascinated by the cute row of books.
And the days fly by, full of events,
They carry me along through life.
And again I have no time for those on the shelves
They formed an unbroken system.
I felt ashamed to look around at them,
But I'm sure this is for the time being:
The day will come - I will sit closer to the books,
And then - long live the worlds!
(A. Zhilyaev)

Second birth

I pray for a book like I pray for bread.
A book is food for the soul. The book calls to life!
I brought an old book to the bookbinder.
He altered the sheets. Updated binding.
He smoothed out the corners. He sealed the breaks.
He worked with utmost dedication.
He courted her. Holil. Cherished.
He brought the silent pages back to life.
And his art has its own inspiration.
There is a skill for the best deeds.
He gave the ancient book a second birth -
And the poet became younger with her.

(G. Abramov)

I love you, distant marinas...

I love you, distant marinas
In a province or village.
The blacker and leafier the book,
The more soulful is her charm.

Heavy moving carts,
Having spread out the alphabets,
Russia with a magic book
It's as if it's open in the middle.

And suddenly it is written again
The next first snowstorm,
All in the strokes of a sleigh runner
And white, like handicrafts.

October is silver-walnut,
The shine of frost is pewter.
Chekhov's Autumn Twilight,
Tchaikovsky and Levitan.

(B. Pasternak)

Books are getting old...

Books are getting old... No, not binding,
Pages untouched by mold
And what lives there, behind the letters
And no one will ever dream about it again.

Time has stopped its flight,
The lungwort of old fairy tales has dried up,
And no one will fully understand
What illuminated the faces of our ancestors.

But we must descend into this world,
Like divers in the twilight of Atlantis, -
Bygone centuries of hope and resentment

Not just a completely erased dotted line:
Century in its expanded poem
They come out of the darkness to the Light, to the eternal theme.
(V. Rozhdestvensky)

There are books ...

There are books - by the will of decency
They are not in the shadows of the century.
It is customary to take quotes from them -
On all scheduled days.

In the library or reading room
Anyone - that’s the way it is -
They are on the personal shelf
It’s like I’ve been retired for a long time.

They are honored.
And without regret
Considerable holiday expenses,
They are updated on anniversaries
Fonts, paper and format.

Amendments are made to the preface
Or they write again, in a hurry.
And - stay healthy, -
Where is the share good?

They bear the stamp of venerable boredom.
And the age of the completed sciences;
But, taking one of these in my hands,
You, time,
You'll suddenly get burned...

Having accidentally penetrated from the middle,
Involuntarily you will go through everything,
All together, every single line,
What did you pull apart.
(A. Tvardovsky)