Here is a briefcase,
Coat and hat.
Pan's day
Output.
Did not go away
Today
Dad.
Hence,
He will be with me.
What are we today
Will we do it?
It together
We will discuss.
I'll sit with my dad
On the bed -
Let's get together
Discuss.
Shouldn't I go
Today
A botanical museum?
Should we convene
Today
All acquaintances and friends?
Shouldn't I give
To the workshop
A headless horse?
Shouldn't we buy
Marine
A turtle for me?
Or you can
Make a snake
From a sheet of paper
If there is
Some glue
And a sponge
For the tail.
The rattlesnake snake will fly
Above
Roofs,
Above the clouds! ..
- For now, -
Mother said, -
Isn't it time
Do you want to get up? ..
- Okay! Let's get up now! -
We both answered.
We are dressed
And shod.
We shaved
In two minutes.
(Concerning
Shaving -
Dad shaved
Not me!)
We made the bed ourselves.
We drank tea with my mother.
And then they told mom:
- Goodbye! Do not miss!
In front of the house on Sadovaya
We got into a new trolleybus.
From an open window
All Sadovaya is visible.
They rush in flocks of "Victory"
"Muscovites", bicycles.
The postman goes with the mail.
Here is a blue car
Driving around, watering
Pavement on both sides.
From the trolleybus
I got out
Dad jumped out after me.
And then
We took a ride
By car.
And then
The subway went down
And rushed
Under Moscow.
And then
Shot at the shooting range
Into the leopard
Ten times:
Daddy six
And I - four:
Into the belly
In ear,
Head-on
And in the eye!
Blue,
Blue,
Blue
On this day
There was a sky over Moscow
And lilacs bloomed in the gardens.
We walked
The zoo.
The watchman was fed there
Crocodile
And the guinea fowl
Antelope
And a walrus.
Watchman
Gave beets
Two
Pensive
Elephants.
And in the pool
Something was wet ...
It was a hippo!
I rode
On a pony, -
It's small
Horses.
Drove straight
And around
In a tarataic
And on horseback.
Me and dad
It got hot.
We melted like wax.
Behind the fence of the zoo
We found a kiosk.
From a silver tap
With noise
Citro splattered.
I got
Half a glass,
And I would like -
Bucket!
We returned
By tram,
Brought home
Lilac.
We walked up the stairs
Lame, -
So tired
On this day!
I pressed the bell familiar -
He answered me ringing
And calmed down ...
How quiet at home
If I'm not at home!
Analysis of the poem "Good Day" by Marshak
Samuil Marshak is one of best poetswho write for children. His poem "Good Day" has a high educational value, which is very relevant even today.
In the poem, the poet focuses on the extraordinary day of the average average boy from Soviet Union... The uniqueness of the day is that the parents have a day off and the child will be able to spend time with his dad. The baby and father do a lot of things in a day, which is so productive that they even get tired at the end.
Samuil Marshak was able to accurately convey the mood and manner of speech of the boy, on whose behalf the story is being told. There are almost no long and complex words in the verse, there are numerous verbs, pronouns and exclamations, because children do not tend to talk in abstruse phrases. The dialogues between the characters bring the poem to life beautifully.
The author develops the idea of \u200b\u200bthe child's place in adulthood... The boy is going to sit down with his father on the bed and start discussing their future plans. Using the example of a character who talks about going to a botanical museum or making a kite, children will be able to make a plan for the day.
Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak forms the right habits, showing everyday activities, for example, getting up and cleaning the bed, washing. The poet shows the image of a boy who is interested in many things. This is a good example to follow. The reader observing how the hero masters travel by car, in the subway and other achievements of progress will understand that he too will be able to learn everything.
The heroes spent the whole day very actively. We ran from one place to another. We went by tram, by car, and by subway. Then we got to the shooting gallery, and after that we went to the zoo. The child even managed to ride a pony. By all these actions, the author wanted to show that you need to spend your free time usefully and not sit still.
In the end, the tired child and dad, limping, return home. They did a lot and went to a lot of places. We didn't forget to bring lilacs with us. Therefore, a terrible fatigue fell on them. The boy also noticed that the house was very quiet without him.
Marshak laid the pedagogical meaning in his work. And in general, a “good day” evokes positive emotions, so it would be nice to read this poem to every child.
"Good Day" Samuil Marshak
Here is a briefcase,
Coat and hat.
Pan's day
Output.
Did not go away
Today
Dad.
Hence,
He will be with me.What are we today
Will we do it?
It together
We will discuss.
I'll sit with my dad
On the bed -
Let's get together
Discuss.Shouldn't I go
Today
A botanical museum?
Should we convene
Today
All acquaintances and friends?Shouldn't I give
To the workshop
A headless horse?
Shouldn't we buy
Marine
A turtle for me?Or you can
Make a snake
From a sheet of paper
If there is
Some glue
And a sponge
For the tail.The rattlesnake snake will fly
Above
Roofs,
Above the clouds! ..Until then, -
Mother said, -
Isn't it time
Do you want to get up? ..Okay! Let's get up now! -
We both answered.We are dressed
And shod.
We shaved
In two minutes.
(Concerning
Shaving -
Dad shaved
Not me!)We made the bed ourselves.
We drank tea with my mother.
And then they told mom:
- Goodbye! Do not miss!In front of the house on Sadovaya
We got into a new trolleybus.
From an open window
All Sadovaya is visible.They rush in flocks of "Victory"
"Muscovites", bicycles.
The postman goes with the mail.Here is a blue car
Driving around, watering
Pavement on both sides.From the trolleybus
I got out
Dad jumped out after me.And then
We took a ride
By car.And then
The subway went down
And rushed
Under Moscow.And then
Shot at the shooting range
Into the leopard
Ten times:
Daddy six
And I - four:
Into the belly
In ear,
Head-on
And in the eye!Blue,
Blue,
Blue
On this day
There was a sky over Moscow
And lilacs bloomed in the gardens.We walked
The zoo.
The watchman was fed there
Crocodile
And the guinea fowl
Antelope
And a walrus.Watchman
Gave beets
Two
Pensive
Elephants.
And in the pool
Something was wet ...
It was a hippo!I rode
On a pony, -
It's small
Horses.
Drove straight
And around
In a tarataic
And on horseback.Me and dad
It got hot.
We melted like wax.
Behind the fence of the zoo
We found a kiosk.From a silver tap
With noise
Citro splattered.
I got
Half a glass,
And I would like -
Bucket!We returned
By tram,
Brought home
Lilac.We walked up the stairs
Lame, -
So tired
On this day!I pressed the bell of a friend -
He answered me ringing
And calmed down ...
How quiet at home
If I'm not at home!
Analysis of Marshak's poem "Good Day"
Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak is deservedly considered one of the best children's poet. Despite the fact that the plots of his works often reflect the reality of a completely different historical era, in terms of semantic and emotional content, they remain relevant to the present.
The poem "Good Day" is a wonderful example of the fact that good children's poetry can be not only entertaining and fun, but also have a high educational value. Placed in 1941 in the Murzilka magazine together with the bright drawings by Elena Afanasyeva, it aroused considerable interest among children and parents.
What is this poem about? The spotlight is on the extraordinary day of an ordinary Soviet child. Unusual - because the parents have a day off, and now the dad, whom the baby sees little on weekdays, will be all at his disposal. The boy and his father will have time to do and see a lot. The heroes have such an active day that they will even get tired of their adventures.
Samuil Yakovlevich accurately conveys the manner of speech and mood of the child, on whose behalf the story is being told. There are almost no long “smart” words in the poem. The text is filled with action, for which numerous verbs are responsible, because it is unusual for children to speak with a tricky office. It has a lot of pronouns, exclamations. The poem is animated by dialogues between the characters. Anaphores give realism:
And then
We took a ride ...
And then
We went down the subway ...
There are refrains in the text (“blue, blue, blue on this day ...”) and enumerations constructed exactly as children usually organize the phrase when they describe their impressions (“… a hedgehog, antelope and guinea fowl, crocodile and walrus”).
Describing in detail various events, the author develops the idea of \u200b\u200bthe child's place in the adult world. Of course, little readers will not analyze the poem in this way, however, through such verses, a certain order will be formed in their minds. Using the example of the hero, the child can learn to organize his day by making plans:
Shouldn't I go
Today
The botanical
Museum?
The author is knowingly covering such everyday activities as getting out of bed and washing, because the right habits are very important for children. By drawing the image of an inquisitive child, the poet creates a good example to follow. And watching a hero who is actively mastering various achievements of progress - a car, a subway, etc. (do not forget that "Good Day" was written in the first half of the 20th century), the young reader will begin to understand that the world is open for him too.
Thus, behind the seeming simplicity of the narration hides a deep pedagogical idea that remains relevant today.
Great about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: another work will captivate you more if you look at it up close, and another if you go further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of greasy wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which fell through.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most tempted to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen sparkles.
Humboldt W.
Poems work well if they are created with spiritual clarity.
Writing poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poetry grows without knowing shame ... Like a dandelion by the fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not in verses alone: \u200b\u200bit is spread everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life blows from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a mental growth disease.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn along the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing within us. As he tells us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens our love and our sorrow in our souls. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful verses flow, there is no room for quibbling.
Murasaki Shikibu
I am referring to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags a stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
-… Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! - suddenly boldly and frankly said Ivan.
- Do not write anymore! - asked the visitor pleadingly.
- I promise and I swear! - Ivan said solemnly ...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them in words.
John Fowles. "The mistress of the French lieutenant"
Every poem is a blanket stretched out on the edges of several words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
The poets of antiquity, unlike those of today, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind each poetic work of those times, the whole Universe is invariably hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who inadvertently wake up the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
To one of my awkward hippopotamuses, I attached such a paradise tail: ...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not worry, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not the sea and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore - chase critics. They are only pitiful slips of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Do not let his vulgar palpating hands go there. Let the poems seem to him an absurd hum, a chaotic pile of words. For us it is a song of freedom from boring reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "Thousand Lives"
Poems are heart flutter, soul excitement and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.