Timofey Sobkin biography. A small letter to the reader

Tim Sobakin (real name - Andrei Viktorovich Ivanov) is a Russian writer. Author of prose and poetry for children.
Autobiography
Born in 1958 in Ukraine. In 1981 he graduated from the Moscow Engineering Physics Institute (MEPhI) as a mathematician-programmer, and in 1987 also from the Moscow State University them. M. V. Lomonosov, a special department of the faculty of journalism.
Since childhood, he wrote fantastic stories about flights to other planets. At school, he composed songs on his own (of course, very weak) poems.
He began to seriously engage in literature in 1982, when he tried to compose something in poetry for his two-year-old daughter. However, he initially worked successfully in humorous genre for adults. The first publisher was Lev Novozhenov (now a popular TV presenter), who at that time was in charge of the department of satire and humor in the Moskovsky Komsomolets newspaper. It was there that my first poem was published in August 1983.
Despite the fact that I wrote mainly for adults, poetry was increasingly published in publications for children. So imperceptibly for myself I found myself among the "children's" authors. I consider Valentin Berestov and Eduard Uspensky as literary mentors - they largely influenced my creative destiny. In addition to them, my favorite poets: Nikolai Zabolotsky, Daniil Kharms (works for adults), Emma Moshkovskaya.
In 1990, I became first deputy, and then chief editor of the excellent children's magazine"Tram", which came out until 1995 - circulations were over five million copies! (By the way, to this day he has a lot of fans - it's worth looking on the Internet). Then he worked as a literary editor for the no less excellent magazine "Kucha Mala" (the successor to "Tram").
Since these publications were focused on the playful beginning, irony, light absurdity, I had to write a lot myself in the issue. So, in addition to my main pseudonym - Tim SOBAKIN - others arose and gradually settled down: Tikhon Khobotov, Savva Bakin, Terenty Psov, Sidor Tyaff and even Nika Bosmit (Tim Sobakin, on the contrary). Ah, it was a fun time!
I currently work as an editor-in-chief at the Publishing House " Funny pictures", releasing children's magazines" Tramplin "(about healthy way life) and "Filya" (about animals and nature). I actively collaborate with many other publications.
I try to work in all conceivable genres: poetry, prose, popular science articles, game materials, songs and so on. Using modern computer technology, I create music based on my poems, as well as individual compositions that sometimes sound in radio and television programs.
In 1991 he was admitted to the Writers' Union.

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Tim Sobakin - (real name - Andrei Viktorovich Ivanov) - Russian writer. Author of prose and poetry for children.

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Born in 1958 in Ukraine.

In 1981 he graduated from the Moscow Engineering Physics Institute (MEPhI) with a degree in mathematics and programming, and in 1987 he also graduated from Moscow State University. M. V. Lomonosov, a special department of the faculty of journalism.

A passer-by was walking down the street.
He was short in stature.
On one leg - a shoe,
On the other leg is a sock.

"This is apparently a scientist, -
Everyone looked after him,
Who thought so deeply about a scientific problem,
Why didn’t you put on your boots!”

And the passerby walked gloomily,
His sock is wet.
It was Semyon Semenych -
A well-known teacher, by the way.

He is at home today
A heated battle broke out:
Two shoes quarreled
Because of the shoe brush.

And in the end they decided:
To live from now on - only apart!
And the owner's shoes
Failed to reconcile.

So Semyon Semenych went,
Even though he was a teacher...
On one leg - a shoe,
On the other leg
no boots at all.

About cows

On the grass
by the dense forest
meadow cow was grazing.

And in the sea
splashing water,
a sea cow dived.

And somewhere
on the tree deftly
ladybug crawling...

Cows are everywhere
cows -
they be healthy!

How agile hippo chased
behind a cheeky fly in a cramped room,
where there was a lot of glassware

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Turtle suit

In the distant desert
the turtle lived.
There was a turtle
big slob:
walked in clothes
crumpled and torn,
not using
no toilet
no bathroom.

Though often changed
outfit Turtle,
but quickly broke
shirt behind the shirt.
When it's business
quite tired
took Turtle
and put on the armor.

Since then
so it crawls
with a sullen look.
And the shell serves her
safe suit:
does not wrinkle
does not tear
all the time on the spot
for a hundred years...
or even two hundred!

mouse settlement

A lunar fragment climbed into the sky -
The Mouse Village woke up in the basement.

In the dark
The whistle of a steam locomotive was heard:
Rolls mice
A daring mouser.
Noise in the square
And mouse mice.
Everywhere hurry
Behind the mouse is the mouse.
Under the mice
The mouse rustles.

Above the mice
The mouse buzzes.
Scientists mice are full of thoughts...
The mouse steals the mouse mentally...
smart mice,
Hiding in the shadows
All night out of the mouse
They shoot at the mouse...

But in the morning a lunar shard will fall -
Will fall asleep at dawn Mouse village.

And my mother whispers to me:
"Timosha, get up! ..".
And I will answer her:
"I'm sleeping... Don't mouse...".

Sunday ratsword

One evening the Rat is underground
Lips covered with bright lipstick
And, having put on sports shoes,
Immediately became a rat!
Here she sat down and ratted,
Watching the rats of the evening
And blushing from ears to tail.
On a visit, he can’t wait for a rat.
Sunday time is long,
And the krysotka thinks thoughtfully:
“If only the Red Army soldier would welcome
With a purely military cross-section.
Crack we could do enough
Hearty food in the home environment,
And then they would indulge in eloquence
About the beautiful art of artists ... ".
Only instead of a rat came
Suddenly a peasant, unexpectedly, unexpectedly,
And his face is red-faced -
Isn't the rat contagious?
How did he manage to sneak up on tiptoe?
We need something to hide goodbye!
And, grabbing a couple of crystal salts,
The Rat quickly darted into the shelter.
There she sat down in a soft chair
And, hiding their furry paws,
This kryssvord began to silently unravel,
What is under the heading "The rat has gone."

(Tikhon Khobotov
(aka Tim Sobakin,
Savva Bakin,
Sidor Tyaff,
Nika Bosmith)

Many children and their parents know the works of Tim Sobakin, even if they have forgotten or do not know the name of the author. Tim himself is surprised at how he turned out to be a children's writer and poet, if he wanted to become a programmer, and tried to compose poetry for adults.

How did a programmer become a poet?

Writer Tim Sobakin did not appear immediately. At first, there was a programmer Ivanov Andrey Viktorovich. After the defense thesis he worked at the computer department at his alma mater MEPhI. Then he served in the Ministry of Public Education as a researcher.

in school and student years Andrei Ivanov was fond of writing prose, poetry and songs to his own music. But the beginning literary activity considers 1982, when he began to invent short funny rhymes for my two year old daughter. This lesson fascinated, Andrei began to study the theory of versification and in satirical genre wrote for adults. Children's poems also accumulated, and Andrei brought the best of them to the editorial office of the Murzilka magazine. They refused his services. A year later, ironic lyrics under the pseudonym Tim Sobakin were published in Moskovsky Komsomolets, and a little later, his previously rejected poems appeared in Murzilka.

Tim entered Moscow State University evening department Faculty of Journalism, and three years after graduation (since 1990) headed the magazine "Tram", turning it into the best children's publication in the country. By that time, Tim's poems had been published in several magazines, eight books for children had been published, and in 1991 Sobakin was accepted into its ranks by the Writers' Union.

urban lullaby

The spots on the moon in the folklore of some peoples are interpreted as the image of a rabbit or a hare. A small lyrical verse by Tim Sobakin " moon fairy tale” is a sweet lullaby about such a Bunny. When night falls on the city, and the moon hangs in the sky again, he goes for a walk along the empty streets. But if there is a Moon Hare, then why not a Moon Wolf? They do not quarrel, as is customary in fairy tales, and the Wolf does not run after the Hare. After exchanging news, the lunar animals feast on a chocolate star, from which a shiny candy wrapper falls on the pavement. At dawn, both the Wolf and the Hare are carried away to the clouds, and the janitor Wind sweeps a lonely candy wrapper from the pavement.

Red cat and others

If we continue the topic of lyric, touching works Sobakin, then the verses "Message to the Red Cat ..." and "Dandelions for the rat" are just that. They also have humor and enthusiasm, but they are imbued with gentle sadness and nostalgia. The first poem is anxiety and an appeal to the Red Cat, who has gone to no one knows where to roam, and his owner misses him very much. In the second work, in the cage of the institute's basement, the Yellow Laboratory Rat dreams of seaside resort. As a result, it becomes clear that the author himself is thinking about the south on a blizzard winter night.

"Joke of the Wind", "Revelation of the Caterpillar", "The Sun Hung on a Nail", "Dog's Life" and some others beautiful works published in many children's publications. And if the kids perceive them organically, as fun, then adults will notice in these verses deep life, even philosophical reflections the author and think: did he write them for the guys?

About hippos, shoelaces and sausages

Basically, the poems for children by Tim Sobakin are peppy and funny, with a lot of fantasy comparisons and a tangible amount of absurdity. In them there are fat herds of singing hippos that fly over the stream. And the sausages that are sad in Alice's plate will certainly cheer up if they fall into the dog's bowl. And when a basket full of porcupines is taken to the fur farm, then in gratitude for their salvation, you can get a full aquarium of jellyfish. rises important question about shoelaces and recommendations are given about pulling a pig out of a hole, and it turns out that there is such a dangerous profession as working lunch in a canteen. And a lot of other entertaining information can be read in Sobakin's short and not very poems.

funny stories

Many funny stories have been written for kids: “All the way around”, about hippos, “Clockwork World” and others. But the cycles of stories by Tim Sobakin are especially interesting. For example, in a series of adventures about a girl Katya and her dad, something funny always happens. If you imagine that the first letter E has come off on the signboard of the Nota store, then going inside, you can find raccoons on the shelves, both large and small, thin and thick, of all kinds. There are raccoons for flute, drum and folk instruments. And if you buy Mussorgsky's little white raccoon, they will pack it and give you a bag of crackers to feed at home. And also Katya and dad dived into the river and rescued the diver Puzyrev; somehow sheltered the lost hippopotamus Motya with sausage; turned off the sun to save energy, and many other things happened to them.

Another cycle tells about Aunt Solveig and her dog Shaka, who was actually a cat. An aunt lived in one Scottish city, but worked in another Norwegian one. She flew to work by plane and was still late, but on the way, all sorts of incidents happened to her. And you can visit Aunt Solveig and swim by tram to get to know the cheerful residents of the city. With the black big Shaq, who at first was a small and white cat, something always happens too.

Mouse 4D

There are many stories for schoolchildren. One of them says what happens if you learn to stop time. In another narrative, concepts of dimensions are given. And in the cycle of interconnected adventures “Mouse from here, or Shout here!”, among a hodgepodge of curious incidents, the problem of constructing algorithmic formulas is presented. Each such plot is intriguing, comical and can serve as the basis for a serious science fiction work.

What are all these funny stories in poetry and prose, what are they educating, what are they teaching children? Very important: a kind, light, sparkling sense of humor without heavy jokes and sarcasm. How many people have this quality? Graceful humor- not an innate trait, it must be instilled and nurtured, and the works of Tim Sobakin just can serve as an excellent tool for this purpose.

The wolf left me.
I fed him cabbage
Apparently, this vegetable is delicious,
Apparently he couldn't eat.

The wolf left me.
How many animals do not feed
For him the nature of the thread
Stronger than a thick belt.

He went to a distant forest
Where thousands of trees grow.
And built a dwelling there,
And he, satisfied, climbed into it.

And then he looks around
And the inside of the house is empty...
Where are you, my cabbage?
Where are you my true friend?

At night, the wolf sits on a stump,
Howling sadly at the moon...
Apparently, he has no rest.
Apparently, he remembers me.

No shoe

A passer-by was walking down the street.
He was short in stature.
On one leg - a shoe,
On the other leg is a sock.

"This is apparently a scientist, -
Everyone looked after him,
Who thought so deeply about a scientific problem,
Why didn’t you put on your boots!”

And the passerby walked gloomily,
His sock is wet.
It was Semyon Semenych -
A well-known teacher, by the way.

He is at home today
A heated battle broke out:
Two shoes quarreled
Because of the shoe brush.

And in the end they decided:
To live from now on - only apart!
And the owner's shoes
Failed to reconcile.

So Semyon Semenych went,
Even though he was a teacher...
On one leg - a shoe,
On the other leg
no boots at all.

About cows

On the grass
by the dense forest
meadow cow was grazing.

And in the sea
splashing water,
a sea cow dived.

And somewhere
on the tree deftly
ladybug crawling...

Cows are everywhere
cows -
they be healthy!

How agile hippo chased
behind a cheeky fly in a cramped room,
where there was a lot of glassware
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And it became quiet.

Turtle suit

In the distant desert
the turtle lived.
There was a turtle
big slob:
walked in clothes
crumpled and torn,
not using
no toilet
no bathroom.

Though often changed
outfit Turtle,
but quickly broke
shirt behind the shirt.
When it's business
quite tired
took Turtle
and put on the armor.

Since then
so it crawls
with a sullen look.
And the shell serves her
safe suit:
does not wrinkle
does not tear
all the time on the spot
for a hundred years...
or even two hundred!

mouse village

A lunar fragment climbed into the sky -
The Mouse Village woke up in the basement.

In the dark
The whistle of a steam locomotive was heard:
Rolls mice
A daring mouser.
Noise in the square
And mouse mice.
Everywhere hurry
Behind the mouse is the mouse.
Under the mice
The mouse rustles.

Above the mice
The mouse buzzes.
Scientists mice are full of thoughts...
The mouse steals the mouse mentally...
smart mice,
Hiding in the shadows
All night out of the mouse
They shoot at the mouse...

But in the morning a lunar shard will fall -
Will fall asleep at dawn Mouse village.

And my mother whispers to me:
"Timosha, get up! ..".
And I will answer her:
"I'm sleeping... Don't mouse...".

Sunday ratsword

One evening the Rat is underground
Lips covered with bright lipstick
And, having put on sports shoes,
Immediately became a rat!
Here she sat down and ratted,
Watching the rats of the evening
And blushing from ears to tail.
On a visit, he can’t wait for a rat.
Sunday time is long,
And the krysotka thinks thoughtfully:
“If only the Red Army soldier would welcome
With a purely military cross-section.
Crack we could do enough
Hearty food in the home environment,
And then they would indulge in eloquence
About the beautiful art of artists ... ".
Only instead of a rat came
Suddenly a peasant, unexpectedly, unexpectedly,
And his face is red-faced -
Isn't the rat contagious?
How did he manage to sneak up on tiptoe?
We need something to hide goodbye!
And, grabbing a couple of crystal salts,
The Rat quickly darted into the shelter.
There she sat down in a soft chair
And, hiding their furry paws,
This kryssvord began to silently unravel,
What is under the heading "The rat has gone."

bus stranger

In the bus crush, I puffed noisily -
crumpled with people and string bags.
And suddenly behind a wall of compressed bodies
the stranger's face flashed.

The eyes are malachite, and the hair is copper.
Overcoming fatigue
lips whispered to me:
- Let's be patient!
Maybe,
Not long left...

The hand clasped in the door hurt,
a shoe was lying on the threshold.
But it seemed to me:
the road is easy!
And it got free...
A little.

Infection control

The wind howled
how a hundred animals howl.
The rain beat hard on the leaves.
me and friend
stood in the yard
talking to each other in silence.

Friend sneezed!
And a little microbe
flying out of a friendly nose,
made special efforts
so that
hit me on the nostril
without asking.

But,
hitting the hospitable nose,
the microorganism made meanness:
he caused damage to the owner,
infecting the nasal cavity.

I sneezed -
not once, but three times!
And it didn't take more
to inside a friendly nostril
kick off the nasty microbe.

We had a long conversation
between words chihhaya repeatedly.
A microbe
two meters from the ground
moved
there → here → back...

Finally,
he collapsed under the fence.
me and friend
both rejoiced.
we fought back the infection,
nachihhav
on a harmful microbe!

In a burst of tenderness

Through the enchanting fog
I was driving somewhere
With a sweet girl
Grasping her with his left hand,
And he squeezed his pocket with his right hand.

The girl whispered to me:
"Why
Do you feel the threads in your pocket?
It is better to be captured by embraces,
So that I don’t feel trembling ... "

Feeling the tenderness impulse,
Infused with proper strength,
I hugged the figure
Dear virgin,
I deliberately let go of my pocket.

A snake crawled out of my pocket -
Is it an anaconda
Is it a cobra -
And looked at the girl unkindly
My life is poisonous.

Virgo from fright immediately scream!
I hit the snake painfully in the ear
And said:
"Well, what are you, old woman?"
And the snake:
"Well, what are you, old man? .."

Visit

I came to you one morning,
When you were sleeping heavily on the couch.
The ruddy whale floundered in the glass.
And the fly tumbled in the wind.

I looked at you for twenty-six minutes,
Fascinated by the picturesque view, -
It looks like a ring with an amethyst,
And then on an old-fashioned tarantass.

You slept naked to your shoulders.
And the thought sharpened me like poison:
“Do I have the moral right
Lie down next to you on a part of the sofa?

While I was in the grip of bad thoughts,
As well as secret aspirations,
You modestly arched a row of knees
(I was usually attracted to only two.)

Together with the Beetle

One day
creepy fat beetle
crawled into my boot.
He was waiting for a buzzing bug,
and I couldn't whine.

He is a yellow acorn
greedily gnawed
(such is his lot)
then circled:
then up
then down.
And I couldn't do that.

His six legs
(or maybe hands)
shaking him in a row,
I suddenly realized
that this beetle -
My friend
and even a brother.

Although
with comrade Zhuk
we are not alike,
But
walk under the sun
barefoot
we are destined to be together.

And cheerfully we went forward,
like a parade.
And all the animals of the earth
marched along with us.

The sun shone in my eyes
hee hee,
ho ho,
haha!..

military alert

For happiness you need a little:
pie,
jam
and marshmallows.
But here's the war alarm
disturbed the peace of the apartments.

Military men wearing boots
military shoes pants,
I get out of bed
To protect the peace of the country.

Severely I drink military kefir,
I chew a military tomato -
And I go gradually
An enemy worthy to fight back.

And my daughter is in bed
and sees children's sleep About
like a brave dad on a horse
fights with a treacherous enemy
he deftly jumps with a cigarette
towards the fierce enemy
and the wind from my father's nose
breaks fragile glasses
then he takes off his jacket
then military pants
then military boots
(at a price of 42 rubles)
and dad can't see without glasses
but rides on a dashing horse
towards nuclear missiles
submarines, etc.
and enemy
watching through binoculars
undressed daddy's body
suddenly understands
what does Russian heroism mean
he rips secret paper
and runs away
and dad soon for courage
will give the Honorary Hammer!

Not allowed...
And they hardly give
at least part of the Hammer.
After all, even a small medal
not given to me yet.

The alarm was canceled soon -
she was a student.
And the world
(especially at sea)
much better,
than war.

Time for good animals

I have never been to Africa.
In America, I don't either...
Rusk
didn't give the porcupine
for him to roll on his back.

The snake did not bite in the wormwood,
did not feel the octopus in the river
and even, imagine, still
the rhinoceros did not run after me.

Yes, how long will this last?
There is no end in sight...
Let the bird gore
let the sheep peck!

And suddenly the doors open
and I see
(as if in a dream)
like a variety of animals
trotting towards me -
rush, imagine, trot
from the jungle
deserts
and seas...
They made me drink the dew
and gave a bag of crackers.

Me too,
what could
gave them
even though he was half dead.
Covered me with a blanket
put on the bed first.

"As long as you don't forget about us, -
whispered to me a gray-haired porcupine, -
more than once you will be in America.
And in Africa - also more than once ... "

Some powerful force
rushed seconds faster.
And I realized
what happened
TIME
GOOD
BEASTS.

Meeting
Early in the open field in the morning
Shel Ivan Kuzmich.
Suddenly on Ivan's head
The brick slammed.

Vanya said: “All junk
So it strives
Fall on top of the top,
Like a meteorite!

And Brick sighed: “How long
I can endure the attack
Even if in an open field
Nowhere to fall?

In the ocean and in the savannah
In the chair, on the stove -
Vanya will be everywhere,
Everywhere Kuzmichi!..”

naked animals

Animals don't have clothes
Neither feet nor hands.
Animals walk, as before,
No shoes and no pants

No socks and no shirts
And, sorry, no panties -
From tiny insects
To the giant elephants.

Here to dress them in fashion,
Dress up this way and that,
So that, walking in nature,
People would see how

hippos flaunt
In colorful jackets
And cows wear boots
On high heels.

However, these are just hopes.
Causing laughter.
Animals don't have clothes -
Only skin, only fur.

Only fur and only skin
From hooves to hump:
Such is their nature.
Such is their fate.

two fathers

On the lawn
sitting fisherman,
patiently
dug worms.
I saw Rybolov
Starling
and decided:
"Real father!
looking for food
even better,
than me, -
it is seen,
too big
family".

Until next summer

Quietly the summer is leaving
Dressed in leaves.
And stay somewhere
In a dream or in reality:
silver fly
In spider webs
Undrunk mug
Steamed milk.
And a glass stream.
and warm earth.
And above the forest glade
The buzzing of a bumblebee.

Autumn comes quietly
Dressed in mist.
She brings rain
From foreign countries.
And heaps of yellow leaves
And the scent of the forest
And dampness in dark holes.

And somewhere behind the wall
Alarm clock until dawn
Chirp on the table:
“Until bu-du-sche-th-let,
Until the bu-du-sche-go-le- ... "

Wife doesn't sleep

At night
the wind is heard moaning.
The alarm clock ticks loudly.
I dream
nightmare:
I -
heavy fridge!

I am an iron unit
stuffed to the top with food.
I have inside
and products
and drinks...

Carried away by a terrible dream,
I don't look like a sage
mouth open in sleep
and in it
the lamp flickers dimly.

Where is the experienced fitter
refrigeration plant?
My exhausted motor
rumbles non-stop!

So I sleep
the motor whines,
the light is small...

And my wife does not sleep:
noise and light
disturb her sleep.

spare leg

Enjoying the magical autumn
I once walked under the moon
and with one service dog
met on the street at night.

She had two medals
"For capturing a dangerous enemy."
I asked the Dog:
is it necessary
does she happen to have a fifth leg?

And the dog answered loudly,
that I would be ready to starve -
if only
from the very beginning
I would have a fifth leg.
How many enemies she caught
spare wielding a foot,
so that by order of the general
she would have been given
battle order!

I told the dog
giving candy:
- Let the enemies of the Motherland die!
Only I have, to admit, no
spare, as you can see, legs.

The dog was very upset
and left -
sad at all.

well deserved award

It was already getting dark.
Porcupine Locksmith,
finished work,
walked along the pavement.
And a basket full of porcupines
he hurriedly carried to his home.

But a locksmith with animals was not expected
and therefore made a scandal:
they say, porcupines have a place in Senegal -
so let him send them to Senegal!

Porcupines froze all night in the basket
without blankets and food without...
And not that KamAZ trucks rushed past them,
not the car brand "Mercedes".

In the morning the janitor Chistopuzov came out,
waving a willow twig, -
cargo handling specialist
made up of garbage.

Having delivered the cargo to the gates of the fur depot,
he muttered until dawn:
- It, of course, looks like porcupines,
but also animals, whatever you say ...

At the animal depot, the janitor was not expected,
but they promised
what an honest job
though they can't give him a medal,
but still give something.

It was already light.
Janitor Chistopuzov
tired but happy going home
and carried a large aquarium of jellyfish -
as a reward for an act of labor.

animal sonnet

In vain the time of life I shore:
My years in the forest the Cuckoo will check,
Where intelligent animals roam
Eating dumb stew.

Annoyingly stumbling on the run,
The enemy does not intend to surrender.
The Gray Merin will come to my aid
And take it to the Oat Stack,

Where there is no meanness and flattery,
Where Butterfly and Tiger play together
And the Wind, forgetting the howl and groan,

Whispers comfortably, blowing into the Oat Stack,
What they call the Butterfly Susanna,
And the Tiger bears the name Spiridon.

Question mark
I smoke.
From a cigarette
pale smoke comes out.
Forming a question mark
the smoke turns gray.

red moon,
like a perch
careful and prickly -
into a sleepy pool
black windows
emerges from the clouds.

Somewhere smells of pies.
The door is bolted shut.
Waving with long arms
tower clock hands.

Sleeping driver Uncle Fedya -
he was tired all day.
And in a dream he goes somewhere,
pushing the pedal...

Thoughts sharp rapier
pierces from top to bottom
unidentified world
perfect organism.

The world is mysterious
like a puzzle...
But,
attracting freedom,
electric trolleybus
wants to be a truck.

Why is fate up for it
trying to punch in the nose?

Can't find an answer
to the question posed.

'Cause on the drum
I teach mice to play.
And wallows in the closet
my leaky parachute.

Making rain

I would go to the designers!
I'm holding back my fingers
and inside a graceful flask
making rain:
volatile gas,
dense forest,
lake pan
and a fat cloud
I put a fragile one in a flask.

Drops will fall from the cloud
on the branches of a dense network -
in the sky
Turkish saber
there will be a rainbow!

But, alas,
rain revelry
mechanism failed:
dimly lightning flashed,
faint thunder
fell down.
The rain stumbled awkwardly
flasks burst glass ...

And brown puddle
on the boot
flowed.

Confession

I love to look at the girl
How she walks alone.
I hear sweet melody
La-la-la
And na-na-na.

Here one foot steps
And then another one:
The girl is so plump!
She is visible through and through.

If I were a poet
I would write this
What would break
All the tops of the eastern rocks.

But I won't be a poet
This is not up to me.
I'm a pot-bellied plane
I'll fly in the white sky

Remembering as a boy
I caught feathered chickens...
Am I getting too old?
Is it too bald?

The plane flies like an arrow -
There's nowhere for him to sit.
Maidens walk under me
The girls are walking
Moo-moo-moo...

History of the Elephant

Somewhere in Central Africa
strong with a thick trunk,
lived extremely natural
and excessively fresh Elephant.

And under the hot rays
he walked like crazy
bare-shouldered
and with the same head.

He touched the manure,
then he sat in a puddle ...
And suddenly appeared
too stale Elephant.

Dust accumulated on paws
back became sweaty.
And some
bad smell
appeared at the Elephant.

But his elephant Dasha
from the elephant
never
would not leave
even if
he'd be completely messed up.

Because it fades
freshness of the body sometimes.
But it doesn't leave
freshness of feeling
never!

On the question of the movement of comets
(Lesson of primary astronomy)

A comet was seen in the sky yesterday.
She flew quietly and wearily,
drawn up
either from metal
or from simple silver.

And I,
wearing a worn lorgnette,
searched in the darkness for edible roots,
trying to write a poem
"On the motion of comets".

Wandered with me
very stray dog
barely standing on its last legs,
however subtly scented,
hovered between the branches of birches,
where the beetles crawled
snakes,
hedgehogs
and fat animal giraffes,
closet-like
(or maybe cabinets).
Although the essence was one -
whatever you say.

Subject to the movement of the earth,
they raced through space
barely.
Where? For what?
Wanted to understand.
Understand, of course, could not.

The comet flew until the morning,
while we were wandering with the dog,
anywhere...
drawn up
either from metal
or from simple silver.

How to fatten a pig

I was walking down a French street
(And in short - along the avenue)
And I saw a brochure with the title
"HOW TO FEED A PIG".

Reading the title,
I sat down for joy
Not myself:
I really liked it at first
Pig care chapter.
And then I trembled
Like a tree
A collection of skinny forms,
Having found the head appetizing,
Called "Fat".

And I dreamed about
To anyone
(Will I live to see this day?)
I would write a pamphlet with the title
"HOW TO FEED ME".

But,
Again rustling the pages,
Almost smoked out
Seven cigarettes:
I was extremely embarrassed by the head,
Called ... "Farrow"!
And noticing at the end of the table of contents
Unpleasant word "Slaughter",
I thought:
No need to feed
I'd rather
Like before,
Thin.

* * *

What vast worlds
Slowly floated above
While downstairs we hid in the basement
According to the stupid rules of the game.

And now only empty mosquitoes
They rush in a crowd into the sky-high distances,
Hard pressing on the pedals -
Their habits are insidious and cunning.

A pot-bellied elephant swims towards them
And timidly waving his long arms,
Trying to block the way with an oar ...

But, no matter how much stupidity is clothed in the mind,
The sky will remain wonderful -
And there is enough space for everyone above the clouds.

Cookie with butter

The whole world is filled with delicious food,
that swims, walks and flies,
each other relentlessly devours
in the air, on land and under water.

Here the cloud curled up like a sausage.
The hungry wind swallows the cloud.
And time, like ice cream, melts;
A Life is going like a barefoot boot.

But there is a special food in the world:
she is always with you
(and you can't buy it in the store).

When the need arises,
fold skillfully appetizing Kukish -
and chew it with butter, back and forth!

moon fairy tale

Again the night came to heaven -
And the moon is hanging again.
Moonlight Hare in a sleepy city
He goes for a walk.

He creeps down the boulevard
Where the noise is silent.
Toward the Lunar Hare
Lunar Wolf hobbles.

Telling the nightly news
On the desert pavement
will feast together
Chocolate star.

And then the morning comes
As it happens in the morning.
Lunar Wolf
And the Moonlight Hare
Run around the corners.

Neat Janitor Wind
Come out with a windy broom.
From the star a shiny candy wrapper
Deftly blow off the pavement.

love message

Your personality is amazing!
But I will tell you without a shadow of embarrassment:
You are a completely objective reality,
even given to me in sensations.

Getting love like a prospector, but...
not a supporter of its manifestation.
Passions ardent hiding diligently,
I explore the essence of the phenomenon:
as in nature actions are different
form needs in the subject
change attitude towards personality
from a feeling of fidelity to a feeling of jealousy?

The fact is that love quickly deteriorates.
Where can I find saved recipes?..
Meanwhile, your proportions
feel foreign receptors.

Life, however, flows remarkably:
then dips, then gentle slopes ...
And I'm completely confused
in boring terminology.

Your heart is divided into parts,
and the soul is like a cold bath.
You are a tangible reality
only me
objectively
not given.

Between heaven and earth

The rain is walking
wet wolf
between heaven and earth -
above the space village
called Earth.

From the rain
in the soul of languor.
But fate cannot be deceived:
Maybe,
we will leave home
in a few minutes -
instead of,
where above the clouds
The eternal sun lives
and does not trample on heels
endless sky.

Let's turn around for a second
following the sun:
Maybe,
we will be back...
after many thousands of years.

* * *

me since childhood
while lying in a wheelchair,
about the institute
told tales.
(I was born in a student
family, and grew up ...
on the student bench).
And I listened, walking around the arena,
What's at the institute mom
cut with dad.
I realized early
there is no worse enemy
than an evil witch
session-yaga!
About sopromat
told me at night
our family friend
student Semyon Ivanovich.
And me since then
many years in a row
seemed to be Barmaley
sopromat...
And as a result,
weighing the arguments
I'm in a terrible university
did not submit documents.
I don't regret it
and now -
I go quietly to school.
To the first class.

At the Patriarch's Ponds

The sun hung on a nail
wrapped in a blanket,
Losing loyalty to ideals
Shine always, shine everywhere;

Water frozen in chunks
Not resin, not fuel oil,
Was undressed and undressed
In it the stars swam in single file;

Big bird or two
I swam among the wet stars,
Your knee was bent
corner latin letter V,

And only a thin needle
What a sensitive heart pricked,
Slightly shy, but pricked ...
What else could she do?

vain dreams

How tempting to be an astronomer
familiar with the universe!
often hear,
as they whisper around:
“There Sobakin went ...
Astronomer!"

That wouldn't be bad at all:
observe the orbit of Saturn,
admire the constellation Lyra,
find black holes...
and compose a treatise by all means -
"EXPLORE THE DEPTH OF THE UNIVERSE".

I would like to become an astronomer
driven to work at night.
But all these dreams are in vain:
I've been since childhood
afraid of the dark.

folk omen

Pigs can't fly
Belly neither forward nor backward.
Maybe they were once able to
But now they don't go anywhere.

The hooves became too weak,
And tails are too short.
They would only swarm in the mud,
Stuffing their bellies with food.

Darkness comes thick
And in a dream they suddenly dream
Like a flock of pigs flying
Heading for the sunny south.

And the people, leaving the bed,
Warms better at home:
Pigs flew south
So winter is coming soon.

Alone...

There is a lot of snow in Antarctica.
Plus a lot of ice.
In addition, in addition
there is nothing more there.

Gloomy penguins roam
blue plains in the middle.
And around only penguins -
just nothing to look at!

Oh, if penguins could
fly through the air,
the penguins would fly
straight to Africa then,

so far from Antarctica
personally, so to speak
see all kinds of animals
and show yourself to them.

There are no giraffes in Antarctica
no camels,
no elephants...
Even the glorious African hippos
for some reason they don't live there at all.*

And so the penguins
all day and night
see pale pictures:
top - snow,
below is ice.

ALONE...
The wind is whistling
treacherously blowing into the chest.
And the penguin is looking hard
at least someone!

From the ice dives blocks
into the endless ocean
but also there
besides fish,
does not meet anyone.

* Here something didn’t quite work out for me (Author)

Dandelions for the Rat

In the science basement of Lumumba Patrice
lived an unusual Yellow Rat.
She would give cookies and cake
for what
to go to the southern resort.

Anyone will agree:
pleasant little
spend your whole life in the basement,
never having heard
how the seagulls cry
never having seen
like fish are silent.

And the basement Rat often dreamed,
that seems to be walking in the shade of a cypress,
and in the evening looks warm from the window,
as the waves of the sea crash against the shore.

But instead of the surf on the edge of the pier
something deep inside her rumbled.
And the blizzard sang cold songs,
creaky shutters tearing off their hinges.

Then a hungry rat crawled out
and modestly ate leftover rice,
and bitter tears choked her.
And there was no sadder in the world!

And I at this time
to the songs of the blizzard
these are the verses
writing in bed
forget about cookies
and even about the cake, -
I also wanted
to the southern resort,
I wanted to pick dandelions from the flower bed,
send their Patrice Lumumba to the basement,
sent to the yellow rat
warm greetings…

What a pity,
that there are no dandelions in winter.

Dangerous profession

One success is almost unknown,
Others are known to all.
I work lunch
In the dining room number 27.

Aunt Glasha is preparing me,
To feed the common people.
In my composition - cabbage soup and porridge
(Or maybe vice versa).

When I get cold
I warm myself by the fire.
Comrade, be always hungry,
To eat me with gusto!

My profession is dangerous -
Almost undressed, completely undressed...
Although I hope not in vain
I am bitten and gnawed.

You can't live without me
Everyone wants to eat delicious food.
Tell me what you chew
And I will tell you who you are.

We are close neighbors
No need to grumble at fate:
Let me be eaten today -
We'll meet again tomorrow.

caterpillar revelation

As soon as the moon
In the frame of windows
Will enter a voluntary prisoner,
I'm under the covers
Like a quilted cocoon
I crawl in like a nasty caterpillar.

And there I think
About something wise
Frozen with a cylindrical stick.
And it seems to me
What's out of the window in the morning
I'll flutter out like a cute Butterfly.

But the morning comes
And the sun in a puddle
Through the cloud
It shines dimly...
From a cocoon
I crawl out
Innocent spoil plants.

Monument to the Blue Cowards

My Panties! I turn to you
although my womb is full of longing:
after all, it has actually spread at the seams
This detail of the men's wardrobe.

Do you remember that first moment
(then I was thin as a twig)
when contact shy arose
my leg and your satin?

You were impregnable - like armor,
though severely sewn with threads.
And served me for many years
a reliable means of personal protection.

You were as tough as steel
and were not afraid of the insatiable moth.
I became a pioneer with you,
and then ended up in the Komsomol.

We were inseparable here and there:
Winter Tuesday, Summer Saturday...
We went to college together
were late for work together.

And even in those intimate hours
when I was basking on a bed with a lady,
my faithful companion - Blue Panties -
did not part with the owner either.

And how many have we visited around
different restrooms!
For how many girlfriends
you served as an object of admiration!

You used to go down to your knees;
used to go up ... and those
every member could be proud of cowards
- correspondent of scientific academies.

Many years have passed since then
and as a result at a known place
left a cruel trail
through holes and other openings.

My Panties, the hour of separation has come:
in the sublunar world, nothing lasts forever.
And I probably have to
to leave, unfortunately, forever.

Let the wind of life blow in the sails!
Let our goal be lost in the dark...
I will not forget you, my Panties,
And I will tell my descendants about you.

Your descendants will cast a monument.
And in honor of the Poet's Underpants (through the years)
in the country will arrange fireworks
and call sea steamers.

The nightingale sang

June.
Slumbered the night.
The Nightingale sang...

Nightingale sang -
then gently
it's annoying.
And flexible sound
trembled among the branches
dumb trees
city ​​garden.

I opened the window
and went out into the night.
magic sound
enveloped me quickly
but at the same moment
already gone away
sliding easily
from register to register.

The Nightingale sang...
And bird organism
like a drop
was pathetic and fragile.
But somewhere in it
organist in hiding
with keyboard
and tubing system.

The Nightingale sang!
The organ of the soul sounded
overlapping with its sound
the grumbling of mechanical machines,
the hum of electric trams.

Big sounds filled the world.
A second crawled
definitely a turtle.
It seemed to me:
I listen to the clavier
never became
Bach's writing.

The Nightingale sang.
And wonderful sound everywhere
trembled and melted
peacefully...
But it was quiet
in a dark nest
where did you cry
unfortunate crow.

migratory flies

Snow falls like fluff
I see flocks in the air
Hungry flies -
Flies fly south.

The flies left suddenly
Rooms, kitchens and bedrooms,
And headed south
Where are the cypresses and palms.

charming south,
Panamas are whitening everywhere,
There are no frosts, no blizzards,
There are grapes and bananas.

Straightening the body and spirit,
Remembering chamomile and clover
Flocks of fat flies
Moved north again.

So that, disturbing leisure,
Gently buzz near the ears,
To wave your hands
We fought off flies.

Under the sound of wheels

The dog was important.
Although scary out of habit
sit in a rattling train
The dog was important.

Master,
that the dog was carrying,
behaved not too important:
he got bored
yawned long -
and dozed off
under the sound of wheels.

The dog did not sleep for a long time,
eyes important blinked,
but still
also dozed off
although it was important.

The window was filled with darkness.
The owner was sleeping
and it didn't matter...
At the bottom,
sighing with a wet nose,
The important dog was asleep.

underwater song

Not very pleasant
work as a diver
in a striped suit
and wearing a one-eyed helmet.

Look around all the time
under the weight of the load:
will the shark bite
will the jellyfish get it?

But free diving -
occupation you need:
dive under the water
and swim...until you drop!

And let while diving
your belly is tickled
the fins are sharking,
then the tentacles of the jellyfish.

trip abroad

Ivan Kuzmich hurried home.
He was known to be highly
qualified turner.
And now hurry home.

Ivan Kuzmich entered the entrance.
He didn't have long to wait.
when he is with a sense of accomplishment
delicacy for dinner will eat.

Ivan Kuzmich was already shaking,
sunk almost halfway
and, having loaded the elevator cabin,
went to the eighth floor...

The doors opened.
Only
Ivan Kuzmich stepped outside,
as soon as I discovered
which brought him to Paris.

Even if it surprises you
believe me:
in foreign trousers
there were even women walking -
very French looking.

Ivan Kuzmich back
sweaty,
like a battery
speaking French
not better,
than his wife.

Ivan Kuzmich trembled,
seeing an alien way of life,
however collected last strength in organism,
in order to reach the Fatherland.

Ivan Kuzmich was barely breathing,
wanting down
fall down again:
he loved his family so much
and clear words!

Ivan Kuzmich as such
thought
He was high
qualified turner
and often thought with his head.

He thought:
"Next time,
that look
you go to visit
on the Ivory Coast,
and even in sultry Honduras ... "

And at this time,
a little grumbling
cooking a delicacy for dinner,
waiting for her husband in the kitchen
wife of Ivan Kuzmich.

She grumbled through her teeth:
- The delicacy is already cooked...
Where did Kuzmich disappear to?
Went off to Paris!

Sugar's last journey

Sugar set out on a campaign
At the end of the day:
He entered the open mouth -
And fell into the stomach.

But after three minutes
Sugar found out
What conditions inside
Worse than outside.

Studying deep inside
Sugar sadly thought:
“It's cramped, like in the subway ...
True, less noise ... "

In the darkness of raw intestines
He strayed sullenly;
Met a former patty
With a handful of raisins.

"Is there a way out or not?!" -
Sugar howled in fear.
And when I saw the light
It was no longer sugar.

Transformation into an elephant

I dream of becoming an elephant
convex color.
I often think about
how do i do it?

Maybe,
need to eat more
Or eat more?
To thicken the fur
or thicker carcass.

Maybe,
right after sleep
(even on an autumn day)
have to do
for the elephant
set of exercises?

I didn't smoke a cigarette
and did not wash in the shower.
I stuck out my nose
at the same time - and ears ...

In just a couple of years,
dear people,
trunk grew -
oh-hoo!
ears - what!

And now
I bend metal
I score
pile.
I became an elephant
as dreamed.

What for?
Don't know.

About love

Balcony suffered painfully:
He was in love with Balkonikha.
Just think about it -
And she
I was in love with Balcony!

They,
Hearing the voice of love
They did not take their eyes off each other.
But express feelings in full
The wall interfered with everyone.

The lovers had dreams at night
That there is no wall behind.
And as if in a forest
To a quiet pond
Balcony with Balkonikha go.

A cuckoo is singing in the distance.
They are coming -
Hand in hand...
And next to them they seed
Twelve lovely balconies.

Goodbye kiss

The stars are shining, burning down.
And the moon hangs like a buoy...
Let's do it, dear
Kiss goodbye!

The bus is already in a hurry -
The mechanism is stingy with feelings.
My body swung towards you,
To touch your lips.

You sighed and lips
Marked an oval.
Right there in the mouth to your beloved lady
my shaggy mustache hit.

You whispered softly
- Cute!
Sorry, I'm in a hurry... -
And seized with teeth
My-oh-oh shaggy mustache.

You entered the bus deftly,
Like a mountain sheep.
I stood at the bus stop
With facial asymmetry.

Yours is a little tricky
A silhouette flickered through the window
Taking away my shaggy mustache,
Like a memory
About me.

The path to science

He did not live richly, did not eat well.
Solving a serious scientific question,
Liked to repeat:
"Where is the dog buried?"
trying to find the answer seriously.

Now he is being asked for advice.
The authorities entrusted the whole department!
Everybody knows:
he is in it
scientific question
once a dog
ate buried...

motherland

There was frost.
And pretty creepy too.
Already the water in the pond was covered with ice!
And on ice
Ducks walked in a crowd,
Angry and hungry, too.

I turned to the ducks:
- Sorry,
You have no food
No housing.
Why don't you ducks fly
To distant and warm lands?

That's why -
The ducks answered me, -
Let the pineapple bloom there
In those parts we will die of sadness,
Because Motherland for us
It is this frozen pond that serves,
Quack quack.

Overcame rumbling in the stomach,
I thought softly:
"E-my...
Here they are - our simple ducks!
Here it is - my Fatherland!

And went,
Unsteady foot,
Even forgetting to put it on.
And the moon shone on my way;
And the star showed the way.

fox fish

What is soaring thoughtfully in the sky,
scaring wild sheep?
It flutters
like a meteorite
marvelous fox fish.

I discovered this fish by accident
while looking into the sky,
to appease curiosity
and don't wander around doing nothing.

Benefits more from fox fish,
than, for example, from bream:
you can let her
round trip
to send things.

The fish will bring you
weight on the back
even to the east
even to the south...
Should have an award
pay me
in the field of fish sciences.

How can you not remember
having lost my peace
fish amazing class?
Only it wasn't
fish like that!
Did not have.
But started up.

Yes, without a doubt
I'm done -
people need to open up.
Will become with time
fox fish
the pride of our country!

With regards

What a wonderful word
Hello!
It is multifaceted
There is no doubt...
You have not seen a friend for several years,
and when you meet him
smile:
- Hello!
You broke up with a friend, but you hear after
Such familiar word -
Hello.
You wanted to eat
We went to the buffet.
Eat - don't eat
And hello money!
When do you need a ticket to the theater?
you to someone
Say hello".
The object of surprise
Delight object -
hot, hearty
And just hello.
But full, however.
Enough about that...
I wish you success!
Sobakin.
With regards.

Airplane

When I was eight years old
I grew up like a little impudent:
I boldly built an airplane,
who flapped his wings.
And my plane is along the river
and in the heat
and in the downpour
and in a blizzard
contrary to earthly laws,
flapping wings,
flew.

I was not familiar with science
and they told me slowly
that gravity is the law
very dangerous to break.
But I flew - as if in reality!
Everyone was worried, like in a movie.
And only the bull chewed the grass,
the bull didn't care.

Already bald head.
Haven't played games in a long time.
I know Clever words -
malleable material.
My plane from these words
has a modern look.
And even a sail, and an oar ...

That's just in the sky
does not fly.

Do it yourself
(Lesson of labor education)

For the chicken to fly
like a bittern
or snipe
you are flexible metal
make a frame for the chicken.

Tie a propeller on top
ensuring fast flight.
Attach skids from below
if he suddenly sits on the ice.

And after completing the procedures,
don't wake the bird at night
wish chickens in the morning -
-tse happy journey!

And then, of course, immediately
smoking will fly into the sky ...

That's what the mind can do
if you want!!!

Dog life

I walked sedately, skirting the lawn,
And I thought about a slice of lard.
Dog dressed in overalls
Walking towards me was important.

An aspen leaf trembled from the frost,
And the wind whistled every now and then.
The dog's overalls were fluffy,
And she didn't want fat.

My coat was smaller for growth -
Barely covered the knee.
And if I had a tail,
The tail would certainly tremble.

I walked ceremoniously, absorbing ozone.
An icicle hung from his nose.
I would like a jumpsuit too
Of course, with a slice of lard.

The owner suddenly said to the Dog:
- Lie down! .. -
The dog fell under the ash tree.

And the meaning of the expression
"dog life"
became obvious and clear to me.

Dream of the moon

Pick up an elephant
Stroke the muzzle of a rhinoceros,
And the pure moon
will smile at you
Like a magpie

And it will be fun to hang
Flying among sad stars
As if caught in a net
Big golden fish;

However
Chains of extra words
Entangled the planet around
And there are no elephants nearby
And there are no rhinos either;

Tired of bad news
Moon
lay down
To the bottom
wells,
And the time
Full of passion
Looking back at us
And laughs.

Sonnet about a bath

I decided to write a sonnet about the bath.
For this purpose, taking an armful of money,
I bought a tub, a washcloth, soap, a broom -
And he hurried to the bath, putting on a lorgnette.

Ah, bath! And who is not here:
Sailor, Sobakin, cook, academician...
You come here as a neurasthenic.
From here you leave as an athlete.

Honor and glory to bathing!
Now I behave correctly -
And after that bath, I’m not a bully ...

Of course, you can wash in the pond.
But if they tell me: “Go to the bathhouse!”,
I will go to the bath with pleasure.

Union

Love the girl with the paddle!
She is standing,
whitening back,
on the alley,
laden with an oar.

She would master the craft,
beneficial to the people.
But she was appointed by nature
manipulate the paddle.

Even more closely rallied the ranks,
she would row
sitting on a boat...
The only thing missing is a boat.
But enough nonsense.

without thinking about anything,
at a distance a young man made of plaster
kicks a plaster ball with his foot.
Love the boy with the ball!

Love their strong union!
Let them be whiter than chalk
but look to the future boldly,
creating a marital union.

And they have no other worries
and they do not need another life:
he kicks the ball confidently,
she rows confidently.

List of women

I made a list of women -
everyone
whom I loved.
It turned out a lot of women -
those,
whom I loved.

What's happened?
Who are they?
Why are they crowded here?
Those sad faces...
The nuclei are pure emerald.

Whispers of women -
chu! -
cold:
“How, Sobakin, do you live?
What do you eat for dinner?
What do you eat for breakfast?"

I then
according to the list
answered them:
“Peace to the world!
I eat sausage for breakfast
I drink kefir for dinner.

Immediately the women disappeared
painted as one.
My shadow on the cover
became visible again
where he compiled a list of women -
everyone
whom I loved...
Just didn't find it
the one
which I love.

However,
in this long list
she doesn't need to be.
It's better to eat sausages together
and drink kefir for dinner.

And then,
hands clasped,
wait for the spring dawn
to be heard around
our
BOW-WOW,
PURR PURR,
Oink-oink...

Tigra Ivanov

Among the bred camels
and educated elephants
lived in an old circus
behind bars
mustachioed tiger Ivanov.

Looking harsh
tender at heart,
to the sounds of the march slowly
he appeared on the arena -
famous tiger Ivanov!

And arching the camp is elastic,
to the delight of noisy children
risky doing tricks
capable tiger Ivanov.

And glory rare moments
he regularly felt:
loved the applause
happy tiger Ivanov.

But,
backstage
and going to sleep in a cage,
seemed small and bald
tired tiger Ivanov.

In a dream, relatives saw the jungle,
grilles felt metal...
And about the tigress Ivanova
with terrible force
remembered.

Comrade Herring

I was sitting on a bench reading a newspaper
And listened to the buzzing of the flies.
Suddenly I see: a Herring is floating along the road,
Shaggy tail moving.

I quickly took my phone out of my pocket.
And he asked a reasonable question:
- Where are you sailing from, Comrade Herring,
And how many fins do you have?

The herring wagged its tail wearily:
"For the eighteenth day
I swim stubbornly from a can
to an international congress.

I'm giving a scientific report there,
Which meaning is:
It is good to eat only chocolate,
Especially before meals.

I wish you success, Comrade Herring! -
I put my phone in my pocket
And reading again continued newspapers,
Listening to the buzz of flies.

And it says on the main page:
"Today at twelve o'clock
Many famous scientists came
to an international congress.

Professor Herring with a scientific report
Had worldwide success -
From now on everyone eats chocolate,
Especially before meals!

I quickly rushed to the collective farm market
Buy chocolate wagon:
But there were tin cans for sale
With a dull inscription "HERRING".

Snail

Wants to garden
hit Snail,
yes it bothers her
gate.

I open
gate glad:
let it crawl
Snail in the garden!

whole hour
held the gate -
By-
That-
rap-
whether-
shaft
snail.

Lace care

In house number 49
the famous lived Lace;
was nine meters long
and very broad in the shoulders.

He's usually nice on the day
going out with a shoe into the garden,
looked like a rope
or even rope.

But once untied
the famous lace
and suddenly lost
on road surfaces.

And now
in a deep puddle
he lies
eyes closed,
no one needs anymore
like a dragonfly fish...

Not to shuffle your heels
back and forth on asphalt
REMEMBER:
needed for laces
mandatory care.

Taking on the lacing
be ready
(always ready!)
show your dexterity
in lacing.

Tea time with a dear friend
1
Joining the palms of your hands,
we walked down the street bored.
She said:
- Dear friend,
Shall we have a cup of tea?
And I thought:
"Tea? OK!
Yes, at least a whole trough ... "
And we hurried
where it wasn't closed.

Pulling up the legs of wrinkled trousers,
I sat at the table cautiously.
She said:
- Dear friend,
Should we order some cakes?
And I thought:
"Pampering!
Moreover, it is too expensive…”
But I ordered this and that
and much more.

The tea was hot as an iron
smoked, exuding a smell.
She said:
- Dear friend,
can you pour me some tea?
And I thought:
“Well, I can;
drinks should be drunk a lot ... "
And poured tea on her leg
(or rather, poured it on her leg).

And her jump was elastic!
And the chair creaked like a barn door.
She said:
- Dear friend,
look, I'm all raw...
And I thought:
"Cavalier
will certainly help in trouble!
And, taking an eclair cake,
I wiped the tea from her knee.

A sudden knock was heard -
crockery shattered.
She said:
- Dear friend,
why don't we get out of here?
And I thought:
"If only
come here as little as possible…”
And a couple of excited souls
went for a walk
fresh air.

2
Joining the palms of your hands,
we slept together on the bed.
She said:
- Dear friend...
And I thought:
"No, no,
enough!.."

Kettle

The numbers have changed over the months
one after the other seed...
you loved
isn't it me?
Probably,
not me.

The clouds turned to stone
like spots on a horse...
Are you in a hurry
not to me?
Probably,
not to me.

The waves of the sea beckoned us.
The boats ran aground...
Those curls
aren't mine?
Probably,
not mine.

Since then
in the shade of magnolias
I hear the rustle of unearthly ...
Kettle rides -
isn't it for me?
Probably,
not behind me.

Wind jokes

Over the roofs of the wind
Playfully spanked.
In the palms of the wind
Flying Hat.
Flying Hat,
Raven frightening,
With a green feather
From a parrot.

Noticing in the sky
felt object,
People laughed
Over the joke of the Wind.
And only daughter
Said to dad:
"I have pity
To the unfortunate hat."

Flying Hat
Straight forward.
After the Hat
Lady flew.
Flying Lady
In sadness...
But the lady in the sky
Didn't notice.

Hippo songs

Here come the hippos
Above the babbling brook.
I am running,
Wrapped in boots
With a purple net.

How do I catch a hippopotamus
I'll put you in a cage right away.
- Sing me a song,
Kind friend! -
I'll tell the hippo.

If there are no songs to sing,
I'll let him go then
Let the hippos fly
Very fat herds!

Let the hippos fly
Here and there
Here and there...
And their simple songs
They sing to us
They sing to us.

The last hippo
(Sonnet)
When is the last steamer from you
Will rush off into the distance under full sail,
Don't be upset! Because with you
The last behemoth will remain.

He will bring raspberry compote
And a fresh grasshopper in panama
Will tell you about life in Suriname
And even sing a ringing song.

The summer wind will immediately pick it up
And carry away to the warm seas,
Dispelling grief and gossip ...

As soon as the wondrous dawn breaks,
A hippopotamus will knock on you. The last one -
Hippopotamus, in short.

The hippos have arrived

Sometime at the end of Saturday
To our rural areas
The hippos have arrived
Like a flock of cranes.

We didn't even expect them.
From distant hot countries.
And they've arrived...
Just a whole caravan!

Nests began to twist everywhere,
They began to sing songs with might and main.
We are in a deep bowl
They were fed oats.

Hippo pecked
And flutter somersault:
Chizhik-Pyzhik,
tralee wali
(Such funny got caught) -
left right
crooked straight,
That there
And then here...

Mom came home from work
Smiling as always.
“Look,” Mom said.
Lead me to the window. -
The hippos have arrived...
So it will be spring soon.