9 Bereznev day narodzhennya T. G. Shevchenko: vіrshі for dіtey

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 Grigorovich pronizanі patrіotizmom i peace of Bol for svіy people. Ale Sered poetіv Mitzi Je create, SSMSC Bajan small to read! Dіtyam, dwellers of UNICHEM rokіv vihovati their love to Batkivshchyna i Svoge people.

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

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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.

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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.

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For Sonts hmaronka Pliva.

Chervonі poly rozstilaє

The I sontse spatonki call of

In the blue sea: pokrivaє

Rozheve shroud.

Mov mother ditinu.

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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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