Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
There are stoves in our house.
Smoke rises into the sky.
FEBRUARY
The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Snake rushes along the ground
Light ground.
Rising, rushing into the distance
Aircraft links.
It celebrates February
Army birth.
MARCH
Loose snow darkens in March.
Ice is melting on the window.
Bunny running around
And on the map
On the wall.
APRIL
April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaks
Through the woods.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.
MAY
Lily of the valley blossomed in May
On the very holiday - on the first day.
May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.
JUNE
June has come.
"June! June!"
Birds are chirping in the garden...
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fall apart.
JULY
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
AUGUST
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
black
Packed.
SEPTEMBER
On a clear September morning
Villages thresh bread
Birds fly across the sea
And the school opened.
OCTOBER
In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.
NOVEMBER
November seventh day
Red day calendar.
Look out your window
Everything outside is red.
Flags fly at the gate
Blazing with flames.
You see the music is coming
where the trams were.
All the people - both young and old
Celebrates freedom.
And my red balloon flies
Straight to the sky!
DECEMBER
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Ran to the top
The bravest bastard.
A year has passed like yesterday.
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times.
Great about verses:
Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.
Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own idiosyncratic beauty with stolen glitter.
Humboldt W.
Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not in verses alone: it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
- ... Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times, a whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.
Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"
To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a heavenly tail: ...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a 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 away critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry who rejected the word.
Brother Alexander
(Petersburg - Simbirsk)
From chapter 1
“Volodya imitated his older brother so much that we even laughed at him, no matter what question he asked, he always answered the same thing: “Like Sasha,” Anna Ulyanova recalled. “And if an example is important in childhood in general, then the example of several older brothers is more important than the example of adults.”
Nadezhda Konstantinovna Krupskaya wrote about Alexander Ilyich: “Last summer, when he came home, he was preparing for a dissertation on annelids and worked with a microscope all the time. To use the maximum light, he got up at dawn and immediately set to work. “No, a revolutionary will not come out of a brother,” I thought then, said Vladimir Ilyich, “a revolutionary cannot devote so much time to research annelids". He soon saw how wrong he was.
From his older brother, Vladimir first learned about Marxist literature, saw Karl Marx's Capital by Karl Marx on his desk.
In January 1886, at the age of 54, Ilya Nikolayevich died suddenly from a cerebral hemorrhage. Until the last day, he remained in the director's post. Soon a new misfortune befell the family: March 1, 1887 in St. Petersburg for participating in the preparation of the assassination attempt on the Tsar Alexander III Alexander Ilyich was arrested. Following him, they took Anna Ulyanova, who studied in St. Petersburg.
A relative of the Ulyanovs reported the arrest of Alexander and Anna to Simbirsk, but, worrying about Maria Alexandrovna, she sent a letter to V.V. Kashkadamova. She called Vladimir from the gymnasium and gave him a letter to read. “But something serious,” he said, “may end badly for Sasha.”
Alexander Ulyanov brilliantly studied at St. Petersburg University, in his third year he was awarded a gold medal for his work in zoology. The family did not know anything about his participation in the circles of the revolutionary youth and the terrorist faction of the party " People's Will where science students could make dynamite. Alexander did not consider himself a populist, but he did not see a social democratic path of development for Russia either.
On the appointed day, contrary to the original plan, he took over the leadership of the assassination attempt on the emperor.
“With his obvious youth,” recalled Alexander Ilyich, comrade in the case M.V. Novorussky - he definitely stood out among others with his development. The imprint of his card, taken by the gendarmes already at the time of his arrest, gives a very poor idea of his personality. Here he looks gray and even gloomy, generally "thin", which was not at all in reality. On the contrary, his clear and open face always somehow especially shone not only with ordinary youthful attractiveness, but also with a special meaningfulness of expression. It was one of those faces that we say are illumined."
The last meeting between mother and son was in the Peter and Paul Fortress. She, according to the memoirs of A.I. Ulyanova-Elizarova, told “about the painful situation of this meeting behind two bars with a gendarme walking between them. But she also said that this time she came to see her brother, inspired by hope. Rumors spread that there would be no execution, and the mother's heart, of course, easily believed them. Under the harsh conditions of the meeting, she could not convey this, but, wanting to pour into her brother part of her hope and vigor for all the trials ahead of him, she repeated to him twice in parting:
Take heart!
Since her hopes did not come true, it turned out that with this word she said goodbye to him, she saw him off to execution.
At dawn on May 8, 1887, in the courtyard of the Shlisselburg prison, Alexander Ulyanov and his comrades P.Ya. Shevyrev, V.S. Osipanov, V.D. Generalov and P.I. Andreyushkin were executed. This fate was prepared for all 15 defendants, but the rest of the sentence was replaced by hard labor and exile to Siberia. I.D. Lukashevich and M.V. Novorussky were imprisoned for life in the Shlisselburg fortress.
As M.I. Ulyanov, brother Vladimir said to this news: “No, we will not go this way. This is not the way to go."
A month later, Vladimir Ulyanov met with I.N. Chebotarev, brother's university comrade. He “…asked me about last days my life together with Alexander, about my interrogations at the preliminary investigation and at the supreme court itself, in particular about the impression that Alexander made on me in the dock. He asked me about all this calmly, even too methodically, but, apparently, not out of simple curiosity. He was especially interested in his brother's revolutionary mood."
... Seven years later, Dmitry Ulyanov, being with Vladimir at the Elizarovs' dacha in Lublin near Moscow, will ask his brother:
“- We have a lot of comrades, old ones, known to us, why not take it upon ourselves and create a terrorist organization? - I still had a Narodnaya Volya burp.
Vladimir Ilyich quickly stopped on the move:
And what is it for? Let us assume that the assassination attempt succeeded, that the king could be killed, but what does it matter?
How important - would have a huge impact on society.
To what society? What society do you mean? Is this the liberal society that plays cards and eats stellate sturgeon under horseradish and dreams of a scanty constitution? Is this society you mean? This society should not interest you, it is of no interest to us, we must think about the working man, about working-class public opinion. Here is Karl Marx Western Europe became at the head of the working class precisely because the workers are the most revolutionary element of the capitalist system.
I didn't think about it anymore."
Fighting the reformists
(London)
From chapter 4
Iskrovets N.L. Meshcheryakov, who came from Russia to Lenin in 1901, wrote that Russian emigrants, having settled in quiet Munich, lost sight of the Russian youth: “The students learned that there were big revolutionaries in the city, became interested in them, and student tails began to follow the Iskra-ists. Iskra-ists go to a restaurant or somewhere else - students are dragging behind them; Following the students, of course, the police became interested. As a result, Munich had to be abandoned, as a relatively small city, where every more or less large inhabitant is known<…>».
The Iskra editors decided to move to London, and on March 30, 1902, Vladimir Ilyich and his wife left Munich. Along the way they made short stops in Cologne, Brussels. In London, they were met by the Iskra-born Dr. N.A. Alekseev and escorted to temporary rooms.
Dr. Alekseev negotiated the publication of Iskra with the editor of the weekly newspaper of the English Social Democrats Justice (Justice), Harry Quelch, who at first refused to print the Russian newspaper due to the cramped premises. Lenin had to resort to the authority and assistance of G.V. Plekhanov. The 21st issue of Iskra (with the final draft of the Program of the RSDLP) appeared back in Munich, and starting from July No. 22, the newspaper was printed every two weeks in the basement of the Justice printing house at 37-A Clerkenwell Green. In London, Iskra was published under the numbers 38 or 39 (not exactly established).
Years later, in the note "Harry Quelch" (1913), Vladimir Ilyich wrote: "The English Social-Democrats. with Quelch at the head, they readily provided their printing house. Quelch himself had to “make room” for this: he was fenced off in the printing house with a thin wooden partition instead of an editorial room. In the corner there was a very small desk with a shelf of books above it and a chair. When the writer of these lines visited Quelch in this "editor's office", there was no room for another chair ... "
This labor aristocracy, which at that time had tolerable wages, locked itself into narrow, self-serving guild unions, separating itself from the mass of the proletariat and being in politics on the side of the liberal bourgeoisie. And still, perhaps, nowhere in the world is there such a number of liberals among the advanced workers as in England.
Iskra was financially supported by assistance groups in Russia and abroad, as well as by A.M. Gorky, A.M. Kalmykova, engineer R.E. Klasson, publisher M.I. Vodovozov, manufacturer S. Morozov (who asked to scold him in the newspaper to create an alibi). Fees for Lenin's essays, contributions from readers and Russian committees of the RSDLP were transferred to the newspaper. By the middle of the summer of 1903 Iskra would be known in more than 100 cities of the empire.
In March 1902, in Stuttgart, the Dietz publishing house published Lenin's book What Is To Be Done? Sore Questions of Our Movement” with criticism of opportunist currents. In France they manifested themselves in Milleranism, in England - in trade unionism, in Germany - in Bernsteinism, in Russian Social Democracy - in "Economism".
Arguing with the journal Rabocheye Delo, the Geneva center of Russian "economists", Lenin notes that behind the phrases of the Menshevik A.S. Martynov ""to give the economic struggle itself a political character," which sounds "terribly" thoughtful and revolutionary, is, in essence, hiding the traditional desire to reduce social-democratic politics to trade-unionist politics!". Vladimir Ilyich asserts that "our task is not to defend the downgrading of the revolutionary to the level of a handicraftsman, but to raise the handicraftsmen to the level of revolutionaries."
In all, Iskra published more than 40 articles and pamphlets by Lenin. Writer, professional revolutionary M.S. Olminsky characterized his work: “It is almost entirely polemic. The form of the articles is almost always the same: the author quotes from the opponent's essay and begins to disassemble it piece by piece.<…>This sharp analysis ruined more than one supposedly Marxist reputation - suffice it to recall P. Struve and A. Potresov - ruined it long before these supposedly Marxists discovered their true face ... "
In September 1902, Ivan Vasilyevich Babushkin, who did not know the languages, reached London and managed to escape from the Yekaterinoslav prison. Vladimir Ilyich talked with him a lot, advised him to write memoirs about revolutionary activity. In autumn, Babushkin will return to Russia, where he will be arrested again and exiled to Yakutia. In January 1906, while transporting weapons for Irkutsk workers, tsarist patrols overtook him and his comrades at the Slyudyanka station and shot him.
“I.V. Babushkin is one of those leading workers who, 10 years before the revolution, began to create a working-class Social Democratic Party, Lenin writes in the article “Ivan Vasilyevich Babushkin” (December 1910). “Without the tireless, heroically persistent work of such leaders among the proletarian masses, the RSDLP would not have existed not only for ten years, but even for ten months.”
At the end of October, Lenin undertook a ten-day lecture tour of the cities of Switzerland. He read essays on the program and tactics of the Socialist-Revolutionaries (Socialist-Revolutionaries - the left party of the petty bourgeoisie in 1901 - 1923) in Lausanne, Geneva, Zurich. Returning to London, he spoke on this subject in the working-class area of Whitechapel.
"Procrastination is like death"
(Vyborg - Petrograd)
From chapter 9
Deputy of the Finnish Seim, editor-in-chief of the Vyborg social-democratic newspaper Tyo (Trud) Evrert Huttonen accompanied Lenin to Vyborg. Vladimir Ilyich spent several hours at his apartment, and in the evening moved to the house of journalists Juho Latukka and his wife Luyuli Maria at Aleksanterinkatu, 15.
“Already at 7 o'clock in the morning Ilyich was sitting at his desk,” Y. Latukka recalled. - Every morning, leaving for work (I was an employee of the local workers' newspaper "Tue" - "Trud"), I looked into his room, as Ilyich asked never to leave without warning him. He always inquired when I returned, asked me to report the news, etc.<…>According to the newspapers, he carefully followed the events in Russia and in other countries. He expected the mail with the morning Petrograd newspapers (they were received in Vyborg at 11 o'clock in the morning) like a hungry dinner. It was interesting to watch how his eyes ran over the columns of the newspapers: not a single note escaped his eyes. “Is it possible to get newspapers from extreme right parties?” - he asked, and had to get it.
In Vyborg, Lenin wrote the article “The Crisis Is Ripe”, where in the sixth chapter, not intended for publication, he addressed the members of the Central Committee, PC, MK and Soviets with the lines: “Waiting” for the Congress of Soviets is idiocy, because the Congress will give nothing, it cannot give anything! ?…?
I have to submit a petition to withdraw from the Central Committee, which I do, and to reserve the freedom of agitation in the lower ranks of the party and at the party congress.
Rakhya, upon arrival in Vyborg, saw Vladimir Ilyich very annoyed, and it was decided to go to Petrograd.
"Tov. Lenin approved the trip plan outlined by me,” he recalled. - And we hit the road. Tov. Lenin was dressed as a Finnish pastor, with glasses on his nose and a wig on his head. Upon arrival at the station, I bought tickets to St. Petersburg. We did not enter the car, but stood on the platform. When people appeared there, I addressed Comrade in Finnish. Lenin, and he, according to the agreement, answered "yes" or "no". Sometimes he said "yes" when he should have said "no" and vice versa. However, the trip to the Raivola station went well.
In Raivola Comrade. Yalava was collecting firewood with a steam locomotive. Suspicious individuals roamed around the locomotive. We agreed that Comrade Yalava, picking up firewood, will be delayed so long that it is already time for the train to depart. Lenin and I will walk around the station, and Comrade. Lenin will get on the locomotive at the time when the car is approaching the train. They did so, and those suspicious-looking people did not board the train, since the place for loading firewood was far from the station, and the conductor gave the signal to depart as soon as the locomotive stood in front of the train.
Now ahead was the most dangerous place - Valkeasaari (Beloostrov), where there were a bunch of spies of all stripes.
I sat in the carriage behind the locomotive, with two loaded revolvers at the ready in case of need. The car was full of summer residents and several workers. The passengers were talking about politics. In the opinion of the inhabitants, the workers should be punished because they oppose the war and support Lenin, sent by the Germans, who received millions of money to prepare a rebellion in Russia.
The workers claimed that Lenin did not receive any money, but he is a man who defends the interests of the workers before the bourgeoisie. The philistines were unanimous that Lenin should be killed. One said that Lenin should be led in shackles along the Nevsky and everyone should have the right to hit him and spit in his eyes. And then, when this fun is over, he must be hanged and the body burned.
These poor things had no idea that the man sentenced to be hanged was so close.
We arrived in Valkeasaari, where passports were being checked - I was provided with a good passport, but Comrade. Lenin had the passport of a red officer, the late comrade. I. Shadevich. I passed the test well. Tov. Yalava went to fetch water and returned at the time of the train's departure, so there was no time to check on the locomotive. And the train headed for Petrograd.
Lenin and Rakhya got off at Lanskaya station, not far from the apartment of Petrosoviet deputy M.V. Fofanova. “The apartment was very comfortable,” noted N.K. Krupskaya, - on the occasion of the summer, there was no one there, not even a domestic worker, and Margarita Vasilievna herself was an ardent Bolshevik who ran on all Ilyich's orders.
On October 8, Vladimir Ilyich wrote "Advice from an Outsider" and "A Letter to Bolshevik Comrades Participating in the Regional Congress of Soviets of the Northern Region." The latter spoke of the position in which the Bolsheviks find themselves in the eyes of the German revolutionaries:
“They can tell us: we have one Liebknecht who openly called for a revolution. His voice is crushed by the convict prison. We do not have a single newspaper that openly explains the need for a revolution, we do not have freedom of assembly. We do not have a single Soviet of Workers' or Soldiers' Deputies. Our voice barely reaches the real broad masses. And we made an attempt at rebellion, having any one chance in a hundred! And you, Russian revolutionary internationalists, have half a year of free agitation behind you, you have two dozen newspapers, you have a number of Soviets of Workers' and Soldiers' Deputies, you have won in the Soviets of both capitals, you have all Baltic Fleet and all the Russian troops in Finland and you do not answer our call for an uprising, you will not overthrow your imperialist Kerensky, having ninety-nine chances in a hundred for the victory of your uprising!
“Procrastination is like death,” Lenin concluded.
Prime Minister
(Moscow)
From chapter 11
“The big clock hand is almost half a circle before the deadline. And so far there is only one person in the room - the chairman of the upcoming meeting - Lenin. It is his custom not to make it difficult for others to wait.
He greets the first people who come to the meeting with the words:
Please, comrade! Come in, have a seat!"
Member of the Siberian Revolutionary Committee V.N. Sokolov recalled the meeting of the commission on the border with Kazakhstan, to which he was called.
“Probably not infrequently and not only in exceptional cases, Lenin takes direct leadership in the commissions,” Sokolov continues. - And the commissions with his participation are probably more crowded and fuller than usual. However, in them, and this is probably already less hustle, more order and deeds. It is as if the matter itself is condensed with him, and even the time in which it fits.
In the first months of the work of the Council of People's Commissars, which met almost daily, the agenda included up to 60 issues. In 1918, at the insistence of Lenin, an official decision was made: "Create a 'vermicelli' commission to consider small, 'vermicelli' cases." In the future, this commission was called the Small Council of People's Commissars and consisted of members of the collegiums of people's commissariats with its chairman.
In 1919, Lenin wrote to the People's Commissar of Justice D.I. Kursky: "It's time to approve the general regulations of the Council of People's Commissars.
1. Speakers 10 minutes.
2. Speakers 1st time - 5,
2nd time - 3 minutes.
3. Talk not > 2 times.<…>».
In 1920, the Council of People's Commissars met once a week on Tuesdays at six in the evening. Member of the editorial board of Pravda N.L. Meshcheryakov described the beginning of the meetings: “Here, comrades, this is not a rally; there is nothing to be engaged in agitation, it is only necessary to speak the matter, ”said Vladimir Ilyich. Therefore, Lenin always held a watch in his left hand.<…>Listening to the speaker, V.I. Lenin at the same time was looking through foreign newspapers or some kind of proofreading. Then from time to time he grabbed paper and wrote someone a note. Then he received response notes, read them. And all the time he carefully listened to what each comrade was saying. In his concluding remarks, he summed up all the speeches superbly, everything essential that was said in them, and offered a considered and reasoned decision.
When the meetings of the Council of People's Commissars dragged on until midnight, the chairman of the Small Council of People's Commissars G.M. Leplevsky, “by 10 o’clock Vladimir Ilyich already felt tired. The enormous inner tension with which he conducted the meeting made itself felt towards the end. This was clearly indicated on the face of Vladimir Ilyich, as well as in the notes and timbre of his voice so rich in intonations.
“Like no one else, Lenin knew the value of time and knew how to save it,” wrote Secretary of the Council of People's Commissars L.A. Fotieva. Not a single minute was wasted by him. In the morning, after having breakfast at home, he always came to his office at the same time, looked through a lot of newspapers and papers, made orders to the secretary, received comrades, presided over meetings, and always went home at exactly 4 o’clock for dinner. After eating and resting a little, he returned to his office by 6 o'clock, always full of energy, and worked until late at night.
Vladimir Ilyich received two or three people daily (from half an hour to an hour and a half), and with delegations eight to ten. Employee of the Supreme Council of National Economy I.K. Yezhov recalled his coming to Lenin because of the red tape with the issuance of warm clothes to the workers:
“He answered me:
Take the underwear, and write me a piece of paper saying that, they say, I took in mind such and such a need, that's all.
I did so.
Vladimir Ilyich had time to embrace everything, to urge everyone on, to give everyone precise, clear and practical instructions. Only the illness of Vladimir Ilyich revealed to us how we overloaded him with work in all sectors of the country's life, not taking into account in a timely manner that this undermines his strength, and he himself did not care at all about saving them.
Short vacations Vladimir Ilyich sometimes spent hunting - in the Aleksandrovsky district of the Vladimir province, in the Klin, Serpukhov, Bogorodsk and Podolsk districts of the Moscow province, in the Velsky district of the Smolensk province. He often spent the night in huts or in the hayloft, talked with the peasants, and sometimes returned as a freight train.
Lenin himself sent comrades on vacation. After a starvation fainting that happened to the People's Commissar for Food Tsyurupa, he sent an order: “A.D. Tsyurupe 1st warning and ordered to go home immediately ... Lenin. Upon learning that F.E. Dzerzhinsky worked himself up to hemoptysis, Vladimir Ilyich, by decision of the Central Committee, sent him on a two-week vacation.
Gorky wrote: “In the difficult, hungry year of 1919, Lenin was ashamed to eat food that was sent to him by comrades, soldiers and peasants from the provinces. When parcels were brought to his uncomfortable apartment, he frowned, became embarrassed and hurried to distribute flour, sugar, butter to sick or weakened comrades from malnutrition.
... The turn has come to firewood. Peasants who visited Vladimir Ilyich in winter, according to Meshcheryakov, asked him: “What is it with you, Vladimir Ilyich, how cold is it?” - "Yes, firewood, - he says, - no, we need to save." After some time in Moscow, a wagon of firewood was received in the name of Lenin, which the peasants sent him, and a letter in which it was said: “... here we are sending you a wagon of firewood, lay down the stove, and if there is no stove-maker, write, we will send our own; we have one in the village.”
OCTOBERYou can't travel light in the country of "October". Strong boots, warm and waterproof clothing are needed.
In October, forests and fields are empty. No voices of people, no cries of birds. The wind is the most heard in October. The wind whistles through the hard stubble in the fields and the bare boughs in the forest. The wind drives clouds across the sky and waves across the water. The wind rips off the last leaves from the trees and drives the last flocks of migratory birds south. The wind is buzzing in the wires, drumming on the windows. Wind, wind everywhere. Rampant wind-leaf!
It’s good in such weather for someone who has a roof over his head and supplies in the pantry. People that: they have houses, shops, central heating. They even listen to the weather report only on Sunday: neither snow nor rain is terrible for them.
But the inhabitants of forests and fields get it in October!
The wind is blowing from the north cold, famine is coming after the cold. And they have no houses, no shops, no ovens. And no one warns about the weather. And that's why everyone is doing their best. Hamsters, field and forest mice store grain for the winter in minks. Squirrels, martens, foxes changed into warm winter coats. Weasels, weasels, hare hares and white partridges ordered white camouflage robes ahead of time - so that they would not be seen in the snow. Badgers, bears have taken a fancy to dens and secluded burrows. Aspen beavers are felling, succulent branches are stored for the winter.
It's a little tight in October for insectivorous birds: the insects are hiding! You have to become a vegetarian: thrushes - for mountain ash, woodpeckers - for cones. Tits are knocking on the windows: “Set up feeders for us!”
The forest and field roads have become sour: neither pass nor pass! One wind is everywhere the road - it rushes straight ahead and roars in a terrible voice. On the forest inhabitants of fear and cold lets in.
FORTY AND BURNING
- Hey, dummy, what's your name? Where did the red-chested one come from to our forest? Why are you silent, did you take water in your mouth?
- No, not water, mountain ash. Numb from pleasure!
WIND AND COLD
— Wind, come to your senses! Why are you tearing off the last petals of the last daisy!
- And I'm guessing, I'm guessing, I'm guessing, I'm guessing! Does Chamomile love you or not? Love, dislike, love, dislike. . . Does not love! No-o-o!
KOSACH YOUNG AND KOSACH OLD
- All I hear is: winter will soon be overwintering, snow will soon be on the head, frost will be on the nose! And what is winter, Kosach?
“And you, Kosachok, do you know summer?”
- I know! How not to know.
So, winter is the opposite of summer.
- What is frost?
- Do you know the heat?
- So the cold is the heat on the contrary.
- And what is “wintering the winter”?
- Do you know a good and carefree life?
— Still would not know!
So this is the other way around!
Magpie and Hare
- Here you are, Hare, and fox teeth!
“Uh, Magpie, it’s still bad. . .
- Here you are, gray, and wolf legs!
- Uh, Magpie, happiness is not great. . .
- Here you are, oblique, and lynx claws!
- Uh, Magpie, what do I need fangs and claws? My soul is still hare ...
WOLF AND OWL
- We, Owl, are the same with you in everything: you are gray, and I am gray, you have claws, and I have claws, you are a predator, and I am a predator. Why do people greet us differently? They praise you, they praise you, they curse me, they curse me.
- And you, Wolf, what do you eat?
- Yes, more and more fat lambs, but kids, and calves. ..
- You see now! And I'm all harmful mice. We look alike in clothes, but different in deeds!
HARE AND BEAR
- The squirrel stores mushrooms for the winter, Chipmunk stores nuts. And you, Bear, are still staggering around. Here the snow will cover the ground, what will you start to dig?
- You, oblique, don't worry about me. I, brother, am a Samoyed. I eat myself in the winter. Ha-ko, feel how much fat under the skin I have in store - enough for the whole winter. It’s not in vain that I stagger through the forest, I save lard. What and you, oblique, I advise.
- Uh, Bear, what kind of fat is there. .. We, hares, are not up to fat in the forest, if only we could live!
FORTY AND THE BEAR
Hey Bear, what are you doing during the day?
— I something? Let's eat.
- And at night?
And I eat at night.
— And in the morning?
— And in the morning.
- And in the evening?
- And I eat in the evening.
When do you not eat then?
- When I'm full.
- And when are you full?
- Never...
SPARROW AND WOODPECKER
- Hey, Woodpecker, all the birds adapt to the winter: some flew south, some moved to the backyards. Alone you are still knocking in the same place. Look, stay with your nose!
- And to me, Sparrow, that's all I need! I’ll gouge the cone with my nose, and crush the dead wood, and scatter the dry leaves, and hollow out a hollow for the night. I would just like to stay with my nose!
GET WELL-WISHERS OUT!
Guard! Take away excessively compassionate and mindlessly loving us!
Winter is on the way, and they decided to let us out of the cages for the winter. “Fly, poor little slaves, to freedom!”
And what should we, summer birds, do now in this freedom? Snow and frost all around. What would you like to eat and drink? Where to hide from the cold? After all, we are spoiled in cages ... Be patient with your pity even until the summer! Then we are with full pleasure.
I, Cranberry, am offended by the guys. My mood is quite sour. Still would! I tried to bloom, I tried to grow, I warmed my sides in the sun, poured juices. I became large, red, vitamin. What's the point? Look how many of my berries are left in the swamps! And who likes to be overlooked, uncollected? Yes, under the autumn rains to get wet?
Do not forget about me at least in the spring. I, Snow Cranberry, and good in spring! Do not forget, otherwise I will become limp with grief!
CRANBERRY-BERRY
Anglers do not make us happy, not that we do them! It's not so bad when they put a worm with a hook under their noses. At least it’s honest here: if you want, grab the worm, if you want, don’t grab it. And that's what they came up with. The water is now cold and clear. At night they light a tar fire on the prow of the boat and quietly float along the shore - they look out in the water where we sleep. They will see - and spear in the back! Who will be killed, who will be maimed!
It's not fair, comrade fishermen: at night, on the sly, during sleep ... But it's impossible: it's forbidden!
