9 Bereznev 1814 roku narodivsya ukrainian sings Taras Shevchenko Grigorovich. In svoїy poezіі vіn vіdobraziv truth Zhittya ukraїntsіv that hour. Mi proponuєmo dobіrku tvorіv, of yakimi Bajan oznayomiti Malech.
Vidatny ukrainian sings i artist Taras Shevchenko became a cult iconic i owes a special debt at formuvannі natsіonalnogo samopіznannya Sered of Ukrainian іntelіgentіv and Yogo vіrshі i sogodnі toil viznachny vpliv on natsіonalnu culture.
Taras Shevchenko. Self / vіdkritі dzherela
Vіrshі Taras Shevchenko for dіtey
Zadok Cherry colo Hati,
Hruschі gudut over cherries.
Plugatarі ydut of plows,
Spіvayut, іduchi, dіvchata,
A materі supper waiting.
Sem'ya Supper colo Hati,
Vechіrnya zіronka vstaє.
Daughter dine podaє,
A mother will teach Hoca,
So nightingale not daє.
Poklal mother kolo hati
Small dіtochok svoїh,
She fell asleep colo їh.
All was quiet, tіlko dіvchata
That nightingale not subsided.
Hata batkіv TG Shevchenko (1843 Veresen rock) / vіdkritі dzherela
Oh dіbrovo - Dark Guy!
you odyagaє
Trichі on Year... Bhagat
Sobі dad maєsh.
Once you ukriє Ryasno
Green cover -
Already he sobі divuєtsya
Its dіbrovu ...
Hanadiv on donenku
Lyuba, young,
Take that first її ogorne
The robe of gold
The way the I spoviє
Bіloyu gaboyu -
That first sleep lyazhe, vtomivshisya
Turbóyu with such a.
***
Chervoniy mіsyats already gorit.
W of Khmara vistupaє quietly.
The I Niby burn ozhivayut.
Dubi s dіbrovi, mov diva,
In the field quietly odhodzhayut.
The I pop gun to frighten, i owl
Z-pid strіhi in vilіtaє field.
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Rose spring nintendo land
Sonnu rozbudila,
Ukvіtchala її ryastom,
Barvіnkom ukrila;
On the I polі Zhayvoronok,
Nightingale in gaї
Land, harvested in the spring,
Vrantsі zustrіchaє.
***
For Sonts hmaronka Pliva.
Chervonі poly rozstilaє
The I sontse spatonki call of
In the blue sea: pokrivaє
Rozheve shroud.
Mov mother ditinu.
***
Say goodbye clearer sontse
W nintendo land.
Vistupaє Round mіsyats
W sister zoreyu ...
The I gayok dark greens,
The I mіsyats sіyav of dawns,
The I nightingale on kalinі
It calms down, the Twitter ...
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that Stogniy roar Dnіpr wide
Angry vіter curling,
Dodolev Verbier gne visokі,
Hvilya pіdіyma mountains.
The I blіdy mіsyats at that time
Іz Khmara de deux viglyadav -
Nenache Choven sinіm in the sea,
That virinav, then stomped.
Sche tretі pіvnі not spіvali,
Nіhto nіde not gomonіv,
Sichі echoed in Gaius,
That ash once-in-time skripіv.
You tsіkavo takozh bude to read! vіrshі Lіni Kostenko about vіchne.
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