Streming Mario Salieri

И. Токмакова - Стихи


Надоело мне читать племяшке Agniyu Barto, decided to do something else to look. Found. Here are my favorite:


"It's nobody's cat ..."

This draw a cat,
name is not hers.
have knocked out the window
What her habitation here.
it's cold and damp.
The cat's paw hurts,
And take her to the apartment
neighbor tells me not.


"warm evening ..."

warm evening.
warm breeze.
piece warm sky.
piece of warm bread.
milk fresh, very warm.
- Mom, a warm night!

sleepy elephant

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
In the lane goes elephant.
Old, gray, sleepy elephant.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
So the room is dark:
obscures the jumbo screen.
Or is it a dream?
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

I remember once in my childhood, years 8-9, I really wanted to write something, some poem. I created works of 5 on my exciting topics (like my first doll Kati, which broken, the beautiful winter landscape, love the dogs, etc.). Verse of the cake for his birthday in length as much as 6 (!) Lines seemed just perfect. I brought them parents to show my mother said: "Yeah, well done!" - turned and again took up household chores, as though he had not heard what I've read it, but dad does not believe that this is my hands and brain matter, and asked where I was it canceled. It's a shame it was. That's in me was destroyed in the bud, my creative impulse.