Лето без берета. Стихи для детей

Poėzii͡a - volshebnyĭ i zagadochnyĭ mir, v kotorom tak zhe, kak u nas za oknom, smeni͡ai͡utsi͡a vremena goda. Vesnoĭ snegoviki s kurlykanʹem unosi͡atsi͡a na sever, a po ulit͡sam brodi͡at Vesennie Koty. Letom begemoty prevrashchai͡utsi͡a v podvodnye lodki, koty nadevai͡ut parashi͡uty, a deti letai͡ut t͡selymi stai͡ami. Osenʹ - samo soboĭ - pora tant͡sui͡ushchikh ëzhikov. Zima - razumeetsi͡a - samoe vremi͡a navestitʹ znakomui͡u ëlku i pokhrustetʹ arbuznym snegom. Chudesa kruglyĭ god! A vremi͡a dli͡a stikhov kogda? Poėt Kristina Strelʹnikova uveri͡aet - vsegda. Nuzhno tolʹko raspakhnutʹ dverʹ ili okno - i stikhi okruzhat tebi͡a vesëloĭ gurʹboĭ... Raskrasila ėtot poėticheskiĭ mir peterburgskai͡a khudozhnit͡sa Kristina Radkevich. Dli͡a doshkolʹnogo i mladshego shkolʹnogo vozrasta.

Poetry is a magical and mysterious world in which the seasons change just as we have outside the window. In spring, snowmen with curls are carried away to the North, and spring Cats roam the streets. In summer hippos turn into submarines, cats put on parachutes, and children fly in flocks. Autumn - of course - it's time to dance hedgehogs. Winter - of course - it's time to visit a familiar Christmas tree and crunch watermelon snow. Miracles all year round! It is a time for poetry when? The poet Kristina Strelnikova assures - always. You just need to open the door or window - and poems will surround you with a cheerful crowd... Painted this poetic world Petersburg artist Christina Radkevich. For preschool and primary school age.