And Barto is not in vain we decided. Barto Agnia is a cycle of toys. We are with your father

Dropped a bear on the floor,

Sloped upside down the paw.

All the same, it will not bother -

Because he is good.

Bull

There is a bull, swinging

Sighs on the go:

Oh, the board ends,

Now I fall!

Elephant

Time to sleep! Cut the bull

Loe in a box on a barrel.

Sleepy bear Loe in bed,

Only the elephant does not want to sleep.

Head nods an elephant

He is an elephant shut bowl.

Bunny

A bunny threw the mistress -

Under the rain there was a bunny.

I could not get a clutch from the bench

All before turning the wet.

Horse

I love my horse,

Make it a sword smoothly

Comb Thoughtful

And riding will go to visit.

Truck

No, in vain we decided

Rolling a cat in the car:

Cat rolling is not used to -

Tilted a truck.

Ball

Our Tanya cries loudly:

Dropped a ball into the river.

Quieter, tanya, do not cry:

Does not drown in the river ball.

Kid

I have a goat,

I myself my pass.

I'm a garde into the garden green

Early in the morning will take place.

He will get lost in the garden -

I will find him in the grass.

Ship

Tarpaulin,

Rope in hand

I pull the ship

By quick river.

And the jumps of frogs

For me on the heels

And ask me:

Rental, captain!

Plane

The plane will build themselves

Let's go over the forests.

Let's go over the forests,

And then we will return to mom.

Flag

Lights on the sun

As if I.

Fire lit.

Drum

Left, right!

Going a squad.

Drummer

I am glad:

Drum

Barabanit

An hour and a half

Left, right!

Already a holey!

Kid

I have a goat,

I myself my pass.

I'm a goat in the garden green

Early in the morning will take place.

He will get lost in the garden -

I will find him in the grass.

We are with your father

How many times have been in the park

We are with your father

And walked on kayak

My father and my father.

There was one day the wind is terrible

Dad was a row.

Not afraid not a moment

My father and my father.

Sink

I am this sink

In the box.

She lay before

In the sand on the shore.

My grandfather

From Caucasus

Brought her with him.

It is attached to the ear -

And in it noise to surf.

And the wind drives the waves ...

And in the room we have

We can listen to the sea,

As if the Caucasus is here.

Plane

The plane will be built by yourself

Let's go over the forests.

Let's go over the forests,

And then return to mom.

Uti-UT.

Early, early in the morning

Mom's duck came out

Torture ducklings.

I teach them, teaches!

You swim, Uti-Uti,

Smoothly, in a row.

Although my son is not great,

Not great

Mom Brush does not tell

Do not tell.

Swim, swim,

Do not be afraid,

Do not drown.

Flashlight

I'm not bored without fire -

There is a flashlight.

You look at him during the day -

Nothing can be seen in it,

And you look at the evening -

He is with a green light.

It's in a jar with grass

Firefly sitting alive.

Toys

Bunny

A bunny threw the mistress -
Under the rain there was a bunny.
I could not get a clutch from the bench
All before turning the wet.

Horse

I love my horse,
Has her wool smoothly,
Comb Thoughtful
And riding will go to visit.

Bull

There is a goby, swinging
Sighs on the go:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I fall!

Truck

No, in vain we decided
Rolling a cat in the car:
Cat rolling is not used to -
Tilted a truck.

Plane

The plane will be built by yourself
Let's go over the forests,
Let's go over the forests,
And then return to mom.

Ship

Tarpaulin,
Rope in hand
I pull the ship
By fast river

And the jumps of frogs
For me on the heels
And ask me:
- Rental, captain!

Ball

Our Tanya cries loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
Quieter, tanya, do not cry:
Does not drown in the river ball.

bear

Dropped a bear on the floor,
Sloped upside down the paw.
All the same, he will not bother
Because he is good.

Elephant

Time to sleep! Cut the bull
Lit in a box on a barrel.
Sleepy bear lay down in bed.
Only the elephant does not want to sleep.
Head nods an elephant
He is an elephant shote off.

Kid.

I have a goat,
I myself my pass.
I'm a goat in the garden green
Early in the morning will take place.

He will get lost in the garden -
I will find him in the grass.

Check box.

Lights on the sun
Checkbox
As if I.
Fire lit.

Drum.

Left, right!
Left, right!
At parade
There is a detachment.
At parade
There is a detachment.
Drummer
I am glad:

Drum
Barabanit
An hour and a half
Contract!

Left, right!
Left, right!
Drum
Already a holey!

Bear - Nevezhi.

There was a son at Mama -
Bear little bear.
In mom was figing -
In the bear brown.

Seeking a bear
Under the tree, in the shade,
Son next to be suited
And so they lie.

He will fall. - Oh, poor! -
His mother regrets. -
Smarter in the reserve
Child not to find!

Son of discipline
Do not recognize at all!
He found honey bee -
And dirty paw in honey!

Mother says:
- Bear in mind -
So you can not get enough food!
And he began to the chakup,
I smeared in honey.

Mother care for him,
Castle with a son:
My wife, smoothing
Wool tongue.

Parents talk -
He prevents conversation.
You should not interrupt
Adult bear!

So he rushed to the house
And the first waluses in Berloga -
Bear Elderly
Did not give way to the road.

Yesterday disappeared somewhere
Mamash got off his feet!

Hashed, shaggy
Sun came home
And says mom:
- And I was lying in the pit.

He is terribly brought up
All night roars, he sleeps!
He comes simply.
Should I have enough strength?

Gone son to visit -
Neighbor bitten,
And a neighbor bear
Faced with a high branch.

Mesman Buuray
Three days walked frowning
Three days burning:
- Oh, what a fool I -
Sona spoiled!

Consult her husband
The bear went:
- Son is our worse,
Causes are not treated!

He does not know decency -
He destroyed the bird,
He holds in the bushes
In public places!

I spoke to the Bear:
- I and where, a wife?
This mother should be able to
Influence a bear!
Son - Caring is yours,
That you and milf.

But it came to
That on the bear himself
On native dad,
Bear raised his paw!

Father angrily war
Ishovel the Torch.
(Hurt for living,
As you can see, and the Father.)

And the Meshwest Skulit
Son touch does not tell:
- Beat children is unacceptable!
My soul hurts ...

Nalada in the family
Bear -
And son
Growing ignorant!

I know first
And people say
That such Mishki
There are among the guys.

Game in herd

We played the flock yesterday,
And we needed to growl.
We were levers and mocked
Doggy leafi
Did not hear comments
Anna Nikolaevna.

And she said strictly:
- What kind of noise do you have?
I saw a lot of children -
I see such for the first time.

We told her in response:
- No children here!
We are not petty and not GOVA -
We are dogs and cows!

And always the dogs are nailed,
Your words do not understand.
And always mock cows,
Digiling flies.

And she in response: - What are you?
Okay, if you are cows,
I then shepherd.
And please keep in mind:
I carry home cows!

Chumazai girl

- Oh, you, Girl Chumazay,
Where are your hands so smear?
Black palms;
On elbows -
Tracks.

I'm on the sun
Lying
Hands up
Kept.
Here they are tanned.

Oh you, Girl Chumazay,
Where do you smear the spout?
Nose tip black,
As if smoked.

I'm on the sun
Lying
Nose up
Kept.
So he tanned.

Oh you, Girl Chumazay,
Feet in the strip smeared,
Not a girl
And zebra
Feet - like a negra.

I'm on the sun
Lying
Heels up
Kept.
Here they are tanned.

Oh, if?
Was it so?
We will wash everything away.
Well, give soap.
We are her dropre.

Loud girl screaming
As I saw the urine,
Scratched
Like a cat:
- Do not touch
Palm!
They will not be white:
They are tanned. -
And the palms were laundered.

Rubbed a sponge nose -
Disqualified to tears:
- Oh, my poor nose!
He does not carry soap!
It will not be white:
He is tanned. -
And the nose was too laundered.

Laundered bands -
Screaming loud
Voice:
- Oh, I'm afraid of tips!
Remove brushes!
There will be no heels whites,
They are tanned. -
And heels were also laundered.

Now you're white,
Nits not tanned.
It was dirt.

I rast

I did not know that I was ragu
All the time, every hour.
I sat on the chair -
But I'm rastic
Rasta, walking into class.

Rag
When I look out the window,
Rag
When I sit in the movies,
When light,
When dark
Rag
I'm still ragu.

There is a struggle
For purity
I sweep
And Rasta.

I'm sitting with a book
On the tacht
I read a book
And Rasta.

We stand with dad
On the bridge,
He does not grow
And I'm rastic.

Mark put me
Not
I almost cry,
But Rasta.

Rasty and at rain
And in frost,
I'm already mom
Overgroup!

I grew up

I am not to toys now -
I study in the bookkeeper,
Gather your toys
And I will give Seryozh.

Wooden dishes
I will not give yet.
Hare I need myself -
Nothing that he is chrome

And the bear is smeared too ...
Doll sorry to give:
He will give her boys
Or throw under the bed.

Locomotive to give seside?
He is bad, without a wheel ...
And then, I need too
Play at least half an hour!

I am not to toys now -
I study in the bookbird ...
But I seem to be seinery
I will not give anything.

Bunny in the shop window

Bunny sits in a shop window.
He is in a sulfur shirt from plush.
Made a gray bunny
Too big ears.

In a plush fur coat
He sits, clinging to the frame.
Well, how to seem brave here
With such big ears?

Funny flower

Funny flower put in a vase!
He was never poured
He does not need moisture,
It is made of paper.

Why is it important?
And because it is paper!

Great about verses:

Poetry is like painting: a different work will be captivated by you more if you will consider it near, and otherwise - if you leave away.

Small chemmered poems annoy nerves more than the creaking of non-scam wheels.

The most valuable in life and in verses is something that has broken.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Among all the arts, poetry is more than others being tempted to replace their own peculiar beauty stolen sparkles.

Humboldt V.

Poems succeed, if created with sincere clarity.

Writing poems closer to worship, what is usually believed.

When you know, the poems grow out of what kind of sera, without keeping shame ... as a dandelion at the fence, like burdocks and a swan.

A. A. Akhmatova

Not in some poetry poetry: she is spilled everywhere, she is around us. Take a look at these trees, on this sky - everywhere blows beauty and life, and where beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

Many people have an essay of poems - this is a disease of the growth of the mind.

Lichtenberg

Lovely verse is similar to a bow conducted by sound fibers of our being. Nothing - our thoughts makes the poet sing inside us. I tell us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our soul our love and our grief. He is a cockpit. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

There, where graceful poems are poured, there is no place to be favored.

Murassaki Sikiba

I appeal to the Russian renovation. I think that in time we turn to white verse. Rhymes in Russian too little. One causes another. The flaper inevitably drags the stone. Because of the feeling, art looks. Who is not bored with love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

- ... good your poems, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! - Suddenly, boldly and frankly said Ivan.
- Do not write anymore! - I asked the newly imploringly.
- I promise and swear! - solemnly uttered Ivan ...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poems; Poets differ from the rest only by what they write them in words.

John Falez. "Lover of French Lieutenant"

Any poem is a bedspread, stretched at the episodes of several words. These words will glow as stars, because of them there is a poem.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok.

The poets of antiquity Unlike modern rarely created more dozens of poems during their long life. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, for each poetic product of those times, the whole universe, filled with miracles, is often dangerous for the one who carelessly wake the rear-arms lines.

Max Fry. "Cattle Dead"

One of his clumsy hippopots-poems, 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, drive critics. They are only miserable in poetry pebbles. What can the critic about the depths of your soul? Do not let his vulgar feeling handles there. Let the poems seem to him with a ridiculous muming, chaotic sticks of words. For us, this is the song of freedom from a tedious reason, a nice song, sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Cryger. "Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And there are nothing more tears, as a clean poetry that rejected the word.

Poems about toys brought Agnia Barto fame and popularity. They are loved by children, because they are clear, written by an ordinary language, a light form of perception, "children's" size - choree is a change of a shock and unstressed syllable.

Everything poems of Agnia Barto from the "Toys" cycle (1936) For kids are collected on one page. If you wish to learn something new about your favorite poems of Agnes Barto or see the illustrations, then click on the link-title of poems. On the page collected illustrations of a talented artist - Sony Caramelkina.

I love my horse,
Make it a sword smoothly
Comb Thoughtful
And riding will go to visit.

The whole series is devoted to children and their favorite toys. The poetess takes us into his fabulous world, in which they live with all the favorite toys. It gives their human qualities, each heroes are individual, he is a friend and an active participant in children's life.

Poems pro Agnia Barto raise positive personality qualities in children. Look at the poems, they are mainly narrated from the first person (I, we): "I love my horse ...", "I pull a boat for a fast river ...", etc., hanging the actions of children with love, respect, friendship, concern . And there are actions from a third party: "The bear was dropped on the floor, torn the lamp to the Mishke ..", "The hostess threw a bunny ...", where bad, negative qualities are described. But by them Barto does not give a child, focusing on what others do. These are small poems that are imperceptibly educated positive qualities in the child.

Enjoy your reading to you, and your kids are merry knowledge, upbringing and developing a vocabulary stock!