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Oh :)!
Not mine!
Blunders from children's essays already exist. Let there be a poem!
Nature, waking up brightly,
Is full of warmth and joy.
And smiling loudly at the sun,
The children hung out of the window,
Lenya K. (7th grade)
This is Alfred Hitchcock. A youth theater production.
Andrey I. (10 years old):
It's nice in the yard in spring:
The red sun is popping buds.
And this is Gaidai... Grand Prince Vladimir Red Sun is eating kidneys. "Waiter! Kidneys for the queen, own way!"
Birds are chirping,
They don't spare their songs,
Marina H....
Lena T (5th grade).:
The wind just runs through the forest,
Giving no peace to anyone:
To the little forget-me-not flowers,
And to the big tree - the oak.
The big tree got a full "oak" [beating]. The child simply doesn't know how to correctly write "game over."
Sveta I. (12 years old)
Time of rains and same-leaf fall,
Harvesting of grain, grapes,
Departure of birds and laughter of children,
Running to school through the rains.
Our school is multinational. Chinese children also want to study in it. So Sveta, with a characteristic surname "I", studied the Russian language extensively and lovingly. "When write sits poem, we get papers and pens."
Tanya Z. (6th grade),
Winter-beauty has come,
And it's long past time for Mishka to sleep,
But the poor thing with a sucked paw
Cannot fall asleep.
Damn, what bad luck for the bear. Is he the only one in the den? Where is the she-bear?
Igor F.:
Migratory birds rush south,
A stream runs, barely murmuring,
Beaver and female beaver dig a burrow,
So that they could live there all winter.
And so that the bear could suck his paw there all winter. May that burrow have no bottom and no cover...
Grey birds fly
Over the fields, over the fields.
People call those birds
Cranes, cranes.
Cranes fly south,
To warm lands;
I will never forget
Their looks at me.
Valya R. (4th grade)
"Other," Valya, "other." There is no letter "kh" in this word. Did you watch Night Watch carefully? Rewatch it and take notes.
Winter comes and we are all glad
To play snowballs and build babas [snow-women].
Tanya D. (3rd grade):
I'm molding a snow baba,
Scary, with a broom:
A carrot served as the nose,
And eyes - with coal.
Sveta T.(4th grade)
Here is a boy riding in a sled,
And a red-haired girl
Skillfully jumps on skates.
(Lena V., 3rd grade)
It's not good to laugh at someone else's misfortune. The red-haired girl got low-quality cannabis, unlike those who build babas. One should approach and explain how to use skates.
I love winter in January,
When like a shining carpet lies
The snow of winter savings in the yard
And strikes with an elegant description.
With cross-shaped tracks on the snow
Birds mark their short path,
And here a ray plays on the shore
Of the pond where a blue-eyed guy swam in summer.
Andrey H.(5th grade)
Horror. Apocalypse. A bleak picture. All the snow in the yard is in winter savings [excrement] – they probably walk dogs here, those bastards. How can one not be amazed that besides the savings it's all elegantly described? Disabled birds with twisted toes won't go far. They die right here, all in savings. And the guy who surfaced back in summer is now frozen into the ice. Blue-eyed.
Boom - one! Boom - two!
Boom - three! Boom - four!
Boom - five! Boom - six!
Boom - seven! Boom - eight!
Boom - nine! Boom - ten!
Boom - eleven!
Boom - twelve!
The clock bell is tired, -
And so the New Year has arrived.
Natasha K.:
Apparently, the girl is being beaten at home. Need to talk to the parents.
I am glad to congratulate you on the New Year,
And I send greetings to all from Leningrad,
So that at midnight you all held glasses,
Rather than lying in damp graves.
Tanya R. (6th grade)
Correct, a grave should be dry and warm. Then it's convenient to hold a glass in it at midnight. I wonder who wrote the script for "Night of the Living Dead"? Was it Tanya's dad?
This frosty morning promises much:
Songs, skating on ice and down the hill.
How much has been done by our government
For the children.
Irina H.
It is precisely thanks to it that there are only ice and hills in our yards.
I am a Komsomol member, a Komsomol member!
And how joyful it is for me to think:
For such a Komsomol ticket
Boys perished in the fire.
Igor D. (7th grade):
Sado-maso with elements of fetishism. Spanking is useless.
Thank you, summer, for the unity
Of your unfading campfires,
Where there are no boys or girls,
But only "Always ready!"
Sasha Sh. (8th grade)
Sasha! By 8th grade I was already always ready to drink, not just "be." Step it up!
Young men living in our time
We must love not for the face,
We must love them not for this,
But for something else more important.
Elena A. (8th grade)
Clever girl, Lenochka. Five. Stay after class.
Our friend Korchagin
And so one dark night
Two executioners came to you.
They wanted to kill you,
Alas, they didn't kill you.
Olya V. (6th grade)
They missed. They'll come again tomorrow. With axes and in hoods.
To Alexander Matrosov
You were still young then,
When you were called to serve.
You always loved the Motherland,
And your name was Alexander.
Larisa V. (4th grade)
Return of a soldier
You walk down a deserted street
And think that, probably,
Mother is waiting and, probably, will say:
- My little son! -
She'll sit and cry.
Well and you'll answer: - Mother, don't cry.
Brother burned, father hanged,
But I remained alive.
Rely on me, mother.
Zhanna K. (7th grade)
Japanese poets commit harakiri.
...And she will begin to mourn the body,
Which wanted to live until Victory.
Yura V. (5th grade)
...but the brains resisted.
But they remember the war, but they remember the war
Grey hairs on the head.
Valery R. (6th grade)
Dear Valery! The authoritative commission believes that on the head there are "volosy" [hairs]. While "volosa" [hair/hairs] are in another place.
Today we are eight, and tomorrow eighteen,
And the day after tomorrow twenty, and soon forty-five.
Today we are boys, and tomorrow we are soldiers,
And the day after tomorrow mothers, as well as fathers.
Andryusha K. (2nd grade)
X-Men. A tragic saga about rapidly aging mutants who do not know what gender they will be tomorrow. See in cinemas.
Motherland - a word dearer than all!
Motherland - it's no longer a laugh.
Tanya R. (3rd grade)
Tanya! No need to have a complex! If you have such a surname (Tanya Rodina), be glad that your name isn't Ulyana (U. Rodina). And there really is nothing funny here.
Flags flutter over the land,
Music plays.
All the kids in the yard
Lift their legs.
Anya shouts: - Look!
Olya stands on her "oak" [stubby leg].
May Day is coming to you, children, -
That means peace to all nations!
Yulya T. (2nd grade)
Anya and Olya observe with amazement for the first time what becomes visible when the kids lift their legs. By the way, here is another author who doesn't know how to write the word "game over." Here it says "peace" [mir].
You are my Motherland,
And yet you are beautiful!..
Galya M. (9 years old)
We remember this, this is the national anthem of intestinal parasites.
Here lies a pistol.
The pistol is many years old.
Maybe Budenny
Fought with it, the praised one.
Olya I. (2nd grade)
Copied from L. Filatov's "Fedot the Archer." Grade two.
Aurora entered the shores,
Giving horns to the past.
Zoya T. (6th grade)
Here is that famous hut,
Where Ilyich worked.
He became friends with many here -
They shot game together.
Alexandra L. (4th grade)
Interesting slang in the early twentieth century. Today they say "smoked weed together."
You, Lenin, gave us commandments
For all years, for all centuries.
You were everywhere, and nowhere,
That you wouldn't be.
Andrey H. (5th grade)
Problems with the space-time continuum. Buy yourself a compass and an alarm clock.
...And I will give my life for you,
And I will stand with my head...
Rita G. (10 years old)
Rita! You are very self-critical. You aren't that much of a "G."
Death of a Komsomol girl
Komsomols gathered by the river in the meadow,
They opened a meeting in defiance of the enemy.
The secretary of the cell was Nadezhda -
All the guys believed her and she is brave.
But then one evening, working alone,
Someone from the village knocked on her window.
She didn't see clearly and thought to herself:
"Probably girls from our village."
But these were vile kulak sons,
They decided to avenge that gathering by the river.
And then a shot rang out, short and dull,
And blood flowed like a river in a thin scarlet stream...
Nadezhda, you perished, but you live in hearts,
We remember you, Nadya, our faithful friend and brother!
Lena Ya. (5th grade)
Actually, brother Nadya didn't suffer for nothing. There was no need to arrange a gathering by the river. Everything that grows there is someone else's, and it cannot be collected.
Meresyev
Comrade Meresyev flew in a plane,
He flew with a damaged engine.
He clipped the tops of tall trees,
And this saved his life.
He soon woke up in a deep snowdrift,
But he could not stand on his feet.
He crawled, completely exhausted, he crawled for three weeks,
Until he saw people.
They fed him, warmed him, dressed him,
Sent him immediately to Moscow.
Having prosthetics put in place of legs,
He learned to walk for a whole year.
His friends waited for him, but then he returned
And slowly climbed into the plane.
Putting his wooden leg on the pedal,
It was painful, but he endured.
A minute, a second, the plane suddenly lunged
And calmly took off into the sky.
Olya Sh. (6th grade)
Musical "About a Real Man." Libretto. Act One. Chorus, dancing tap: "Gangrene! Gangrene! They'll cut his leg off!"
"Mother" - no word is tenderer.
We give her our whole heart.
Let enemies attack her,
We will defeat them, we will stand up for her.
"Protect the mother, comrades," -
Vladimir Ilyich bequeathed to us.
"Mother" - a sacred word.
Love your own mother too".
Tanya G. (3rd grade)
There is no mother in the world dearer,
Than in our friendly, lovely family.
May she be healthy and brave,
May she fight for a righteous cause.
Slava G. (2nd grade)
...with dad.
Protecting us from the heat,
Wrapping us in the frost,
Sometimes they often forgot,
That the cold had already crawled over them.
Alesha M. (6th grade)
Forgot that she died. Horror.
I love mother like a plant,
I protect mother like myself.
Mother gives all her care,
To raise me as me.
Sasha I. (3rd grade)
Sasha is a good boy. Sasha is good. Sasha loves plants. Plants are a "five."
Georgians and Tatar women,
The Tajik and the Uzbek
Have a great gift from mothers -
Mothers give a human!..
Lyuda V.
This is much cooler than an awesome screwdriver set. A living person as a gift. Isaura the slave, for example...
Grandfather is the one who gave birth to me.
Grandfather is the one I see.
Grandfather is a symbol of earthly kindness.
Grandfather is a whole: you and I.
Grandfather is my friend and this is brother.
I would be glad to give my life for you in a row.
Vitya B. (5th grade).
Vitya was cloned from grandfather. A terrible thing.
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