“What…” Tolik wanted to ask, but stopped short. He realized that Timur did not want to talk about it anymore.
chapter twenty nine
"Crow"
The crow sat on the bench
And Mitya saw
Raven.
He did not offend
crow,
But only
Stroked her paws.
But screamed
Crow,
And sped off into the sky
Crow!
There is no crow on the bench
There is no crow on the roof
There is no crow and above!
Where are her wings and legs?
There are no crows in the park
Mitya does not hear the crow,
But Mitya does not believe in this:
- Voro-oh-oh-na! he calls. - Voro-oh-oh-na!
A dog and a cat come out
Take a little walk in the square
And the cat meows to Mitya:
- Take me by the paw,
The three of us have a more fun track.
Let's climb the cloud, baby
On a cloud in the sky,
There glows
bread crumb
And your crow jumps!
Yunna Moritz
The city was scary. As if the war had passed, and everyone died, but the houses remained. Houses, shops, mushrooms on playgrounds, sinister ivy falling out of the windows of dead apartments. Scary.
And from everywhere there is such a musty smell, as from a dead dwelling. I don't know what smells like that - either wet plaster, or maybe things that people threw away. Long boulevard, probably once was local residents favorite place for walking. Tall poplars, under them, every five meters, fragments of benches. I just imagined how the inhabitants of Pripyat were walking along the boulevard, how parents were sitting on the benches, and the kids were running between the trees nearby. Now it was empty and quiet. Although, after walking a little along the path, I realized that it was not so quiet. The space began to fill with quiet sounds. Stifled exclamations, a slight rustle, a small clatter, as it seemed to me, of small feet. I looked questioningly at Timur. He put his finger to his lips and said softly:
- The main thing is that Bruno does not bark now.
— What is it? I whispered.
- Look up, just raise your head very slowly. Timur showed with his eyes where to look.
That's exactly what I did. And I didn't even feel well. Above us, in all the trees, there were thousands, maybe tens of thousands of crows. They silently sat on the branches, only shifted from paw to paw and from time to time for some reason flapped their wings. Some of the impatience of a crow jumped up in muffled voices. I looked inquiringly at Timur, but he only said with his lips: "Later." And then I realized why this place seemed so neglected. The ground, the broken benches, the asphalt—everything was stained with white bird droppings. Together with many years of desolation, they gave the boulevard a particularly untidy, uninhabited look.
Timur understood what I saw, pointed to the droppings with his fingers, and again put his finger to his lips. I guessed what he meant: an extra sound, a careless movement - and we run the risk of being under the same layer of crow droppings. Bruno was imbued with the seriousness of the moment and trotted beside him silently. Tolik and Yurka watched my communication with Timur and also understood everything. So we reached, almost on tiptoe, to the end of the boulevard, where the avenue of pyramidal poplars ended. When we reached the roadway, the former roadway, Timur breathed a sigh of relief.
- What an abomination! One wrong step, and then in life you will not wash off. The black-winged ones flew in.
- Did you mean they arrived? - I did not understand what Timur meant.
- They're not local. Wandering flocks of crows. What the hell is going into the Zone? They are looking for a gratuitous zhrachka. And the Zone is not rubber! Well, why don't swans or peacocks fly to us, but always the most disgusting thing that flies in the sky.
- Why vagrants? Tolik asked in a whisper. “They don’t roam, they fly, do they?”
- Feathers for them, reptiles, pluck - how they will roam! Timur replied angrily.
Moritz Yunna
Crow
The crow sat on the bench
And Mitya saw
Raven.
He did not offend
crow,
But only
Stroked her paws.
But screamed
Crow,
And sped off into the sky
Crow!
There is no crow on the bench
There is no crow on the roof
There is no crow and above!
Where are her wings and legs?
There are no crows in the square,
Mitya does not hear the crow,
But Mitya does not believe in this:
- Voro-oh-oh-na! - he calls. - Voro-oh-oh-na!
A dog and a cat come out
Take a little walk in the square
And the cat meows to Mitya:
Take me by the paw,
The three of us have a more fun track,
Let's climb the cloud, baby
On a cloud in the sky, -
There glows
bread crumb
And your crow jumps!
(verse read by T. Zhukov)
Yunna Petrovna (Pinkhusovna) Moritz (b. June 2, 1937, Kyiv), Russian poetess.
Poems by Yunna Petrovna Moritz have been translated into all major European languages, as well as into Japanese, Turkish, and Chinese. Many songs have been written and performed on her poems, for example, “When we were young” by Sergei Nikitin. She writes a lot for children, since she published several poems in the journal Yunost (then Moritz was banned from publishing for independence and obstinacy in creativity, and was even expelled from the Gorky Literary Institute). Children's poems - kind, humorous and paradoxical - are immortalized in cartoons ("Rubber Hedgehog", "Big Secret for a Small Company", "Favorite Pony"). Yunna Moritz wraps her thoughts not only in letters and lines, but also in graphics, painting, "which are not illustrations, these are such poems, in such a language."
“Composing poetry is like climbing a mountain: with each step, significant experience, perfect skill. Another effort - and the height is taken! .. The height is taken, but the fact is that true poetry just begins after this, it begins with soaring, with magic, and this is a secret accessible to few. Here Junna Moritz was lucky: she opened magical land, did not invent, but discovered. She populated it with living inhabitants, not fabulous, but living.
Yunna Moritz has discovered a new magical land. Here everything is fair, kind, loving, and full of conformity to one another: and the music could not be different, and it is probably impossible to read and sing these verses otherwise.
Moritz Yunna
Crow
The crow sat on the bench
And Mitya saw
Raven.
He did not offend
crow,
But only
Stroked her paws.
But screamed
Crow,
And sped off into the sky
Crow!
There is no crow on the bench
There is no crow on the roof
There is no crow and above!
Where are her wings and legs?
There are no crows in the square,
Mitya does not hear the crow,
But Mitya does not believe in this:
- Voro-oh-oh-na! - he calls. - Voro-oh-oh-na!
A dog and a cat come out
Take a little walk in the square
And the cat meows to Mitya:
Take me by the paw,
The three of us have a more fun track,
Let's climb the cloud, baby
On a cloud in the sky, -
There glows
bread crumb
And your crow jumps!
(verse read by T. Zhukov)
Yunna Petrovna (Pinkhusovna) Moritz (b. June 2, 1937, Kyiv), Russian poetess.
Poems by Yunna Petrovna Moritz have been translated into all major European languages, as well as into Japanese, Turkish, and Chinese. Many songs have been written and performed on her poems, for example, “When we were young” by Sergei Nikitin. She writes a lot for children, since she published several poems in the journal Yunost (then Moritz was banned from publishing for independence and obstinacy in creativity, and was even expelled from the Gorky Literary Institute). Children's poems - kind, humorous and paradoxical - are immortalized in cartoons ("Rubber Hedgehog", "Big Secret for a Small Company", "Favorite Pony"). Yunna Moritz wraps her thoughts not only in letters and lines, but also in graphics, painting, "which are not illustrations, these are such poems, in such a language."
“Composing poetry is like climbing a mountain: with each step, significant experience, perfect skill. Another effort - and the height is taken! .. The height is taken, but the fact is that true poetry just begins after this, it begins with soaring, with magic, and this is a secret accessible to few. Here Yunna Moritz was lucky: she discovered a magical land, she didn’t invent it, but discovered it. She populated it with living inhabitants, not fabulous, but living.
Yunna Moritz has discovered a new magical land. Here everything is fair, kind, loving, and full of conformity to one another: and the music could not be different, and it is probably impossible to read and sing these verses otherwise.
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I really liked reading poems to my children when they were small, including poems by this poetess
Bouquet of cats
I'm already ready
A bouquet of cats for you
Very fresh cats!
They don't wither like flowers.
Roses and jasmine wither,
Dahlia flower beds wither,
Flowers wither in the garden
In the meadow and in the pond
And I have a bunch of cats
amazing beauty,
And, unlike flowers,
He meows into his mouth.
I carry a bouquet of cats
Give me a vase.
Very fresh cats
You can see it right away!
"Don't Believe the Wolf! (Yunna Moritz)"
The wind is blowing with snow
Santa Claus is walking
And carries a big bag
And in the bag is a poem,
And in the rhyme sits a lamb,
Tears drip from curls
The nose is swollen, the lip hangs!
Oh, unfortunate fate
At the fluffy lamb
Because he is a fool
Heard the wolves at night
Laughing from under the tree
The lamb was not allowed to sleep
And howled wickedly:
Trust no one, kids!
Santa Claus will not give candy,
This is a fictional grandfather
That's the whole big secret!
We have been searching everywhere for a long time,
Santa Claus honestly looking for.
If he walked
Yes with gift bag
Yes, in a patterned sheepskin coat
Before the homeless wolf, -
We would eat the old man
Leaving not a shred
No beard, no mustache
No shirts, no panties!
This is a fictional grandfather
That's the whole big secret!
Would he really be
We would eat grandfather
Yes, the bag would be untied,
Yes, the hotels were licked,
They didn't say a word to you!
Kids!
There is no such grandfather!
No bag and no coat.
It's stupid to believe in Santa Claus!
This is a fictional grandfather
That's the whole big secret!
A lamb sits by the window
Tears drip from curls
And to him, crunching snow,
Santa Claus is walking
And carries a big bag
And in the bag is a poem:
"I'm not a hare, not a fox -
You can't eat me!
Never trust a wolf
So as not to spoil the Christmas tree!
Crow (Yunna Moritz)
The crow sat on the bench
And Mitya saw
Raven.
He did not offend
crow,
But only
Stroked her paws.
But screamed
Crow,
And sped off into the sky
Crow!
There is no crow on the bench
There is no crow on the roof
There is no crow and above!
Where are her wings and legs?
There are no crows in the square,
Mitya does not hear the crow,
But Mitya does not believe in this:
- Voro-oh-oh-na! - he calls. - Voro-oh-oh-na!
A dog and a cat come out
Take a little walk in the square
And the cat meows to Mitya:
Take me by the paw,
The three of us have a more fun track,
Let's climb the cloud, baby
On a cloud in the sky, -
There glows
bread crumb
And your crow jumps!
