Agniya Barto is one of the most beloved children's poets. Her poems are simple and clear, yet full of sincerity, humor, and observation. She knew how to speak to children in their own language, noticing the important details in their lives and transforming them into funny and touching stories. Barto's poems teach kindness, honesty, and responsibility, and also help us better understand the world around us and ourselves. This collection is an opportunity to revisit childhood, recall favorite lines, and share them with future generations.<\/p>\n
\nThe little gray bunny woke up, got up and washed himself with his paw. One, two, three, four, five \u2013 the bunny wants to play! The teddy bear yawns, he doesn't yet know that today he'll be playing with the bunny all day.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nBull<\/h2>\n
\nHere's a little bull, a real owl, He crawls everywhere like a ball of yarn. He stands on a bench, he stands on a chair, He climbs into a vase, and then - bang!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nBaby elephant<\/h2>\n
\nA little elephant was out for a walk, and he lost his red ball. He searched for a long time, calling his friends, but the ball was hidden, by golly!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nA piece of wood<\/h2>\n
\nThey dropped the teddy bear on the floor, They tore off his leg. They sewed it back on, but still the teddy bear is sad, why? He can't jump anymore, Or play with his friends in the yard. The wooden stick, what a disaster, It won't give the teddy bear his leg back!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nOur Tanya is crying loudly<\/h2>\n
\nOur Tanya is crying loudly: She dropped her ball into the river. - Hush, Tanya, don't cry: The ball won't sink in the river!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nboat<\/h2>\n
\nHere is a little boat, here is a sailor, He carried a sail as white as snow across the blue sea, And welcomes success!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAirplane<\/h2>\n
\nThe plane flies high, Sees the earth far away. Clouds float around, And the engine sound sings!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWho is this?<\/h2>\n
\nWho's that in the grey fur coat, With a little tail and a little paw? Who's hopping through the forest so fast, And really craving a carrot? It's a bunny, that's what it is, Nimble, brave and lively!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nPrankster<\/h2>\n
\nThe little boy is a mischievous one, He draws everything as if it were a holiday! On the wall, on the floor, in his notebook, And on his mother's chocolate bar!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe Masha doll is lost<\/h2>\n
\nMy doll Masha is lost. Where can I look for her now? Under the crib, in the corner, Masha is nowhere to be found! Suddenly, laughter is heard from the closet. Masha is hiding from everyone! What a trick, the doll loves to play!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nBike<\/h2>\n
\nThe pedals are turning, the wind is blowing in my face. My new bike, how dear it is to me! Along the smooth path, I'll ride to the park. And I'll be happy to meet friends!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain<\/h2>\n
\nRain, rain, the drops pour down, It washes everything around. He unfurled his bright umbrella, Protecting us from the rain! Puddles sparkle cheerfully, Feet don't like them. Better to sit at home, And read a book!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nKitty<\/h2>\n
\nA little kitten, soft as snow. He loves to drink milk and purr back. He plays with his paw and wags his tail. You'll never get bored with him, he brings you joy!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSecret<\/h2>\n
\nI have a secret friend, He lives in my garden. I whisper to him in the mornings, And tell him secrets myself. This is a big old oak tree, He is wise and simple. He keeps my dreams, And secrets, only you!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMorning<\/h2>\n
\nThe sun has risen, the light is in the window, Wake up, children, in me! The birds are singing outside, And calling us to have fun. Get up quickly, wash yourself, Say hello to the new day! Ahead of us lies a game, And a happy time!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Agniya Barto is one of the most beloved children's poets. Her poems are simple and clear, yet full of meaning.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-617","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/617","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=617"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/617\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":174437,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/617\/revisions\/174437"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=617"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=617"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=617"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}