Vіrshі about spring for dіtey rіznogo vіku

Spring - it's time to rock Chudova, if ozhivaє nature. Through mіsyats Come spring calendar. Hoch charіvnoї sili nabliziti heat maєmo not mi, mi able vnutrіshno pіdgotuvati Me i dіtey before arrival tsієї Pori rock. Yak? Relief for vіrshikіv, SSMSC for you pіdіbrav Kolobok.ua.

Veselі vіrshiki, SSMSC opisuyut usі prirodnі yavischa spring, zmozhut send out to the її nastrіy dіtyam. Vivchіt of ditinoyu vіrsh about spring i check for її prihіd in vseozbroєnnі.

Pershi krapelki spring
Sche Navkolo bіlo-bіlo,
That vzhe Sonechko prigrіlo.
Of the I-pid strіhi: Kapu Kapu! —
Tsutsiku right paw.
Tsutsik nose pіdstavlyaє,
Tsutsik tail vilyaє:
Vіn radіє dovgozhdanim
Perche krapelkam vesnyanim.
(G. Boyko)

Vesnyany dosch
Doschik heat, doschik sinіy
Tsіly day spіvav in dolinі.
The I pid Tsey vesnyany spіv
In dolinі meadow zatsvіv.
In luzі Povny kvіtochok
The I dіtochok small.
(M.Stelmah)

Spring
In Nashomu dvorі
Stoїt such spring,
Scho navіt zatsvіla
Mіtla snіgovika!
(BUT. Kostetsky)

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Nadіyshla spring is beautiful,

Viydi viydi Sonechko
Viydi, viydi, Sonia,
On dіdove polka,
On zіllyachko Babinet,
Our podvіr'yachko,
On vesnyanі kvіtochki,
On malenkі dіtochki,
There pong ma jor,
You dozhidayutsya.

Spring
Chuti Purshia gurkіt thunder
Lina lastіvka Dodoma.
Ruchaї turkochut sinі,
Apricot tsvіte in dolinі.
Persha bdzhіlka vilіtaє,
Krasne sontse proslavlyaє
Sonce warm yak yaєchko
In ptashinomu gnіzdechku.
(G. Vієru)

beetle
Beetle lіtaє: "Ju-ju-ju!
Vsіh sogodnі rozbudzhu.
Prokidaytesya od sleep
- Zustrіchat іdem spring "!
A travitsya whispering: "Shu-u!
I grow spіshu, spіshu... "
Vіti leaves rustling:
- Sonce radі mi vіtat!
All prokinul ago,
Tіlki doschiku waiting
High umiє us leaflets
The I rozcheshe pelyustki!
(M. Demidov)

Vesnyanі Kvity
Khmara doschikom cattle,
Earth became napuvat,
The I malyatam zahotіlos
In polі kvіtіv nazbirat.
Smіyuchis, veselі dіti
Svіy tanochok brought,
Zapashnі yaskravі Kvity
In vіnochki braided.
Th minute, vesnonko Chudovo
Bavit sontse Nebokray.
Pіsnyu sluhaє dіbrova
The I charuє green-gai.
(ABOUT. Rogovenko)

Vesnyanі Dzvony
Dzvenit on vulitsyah srіblіn,
Nenache dzvoniki: Shade, Shade.
Back, prisluhaysya to Mit -
On rіchtsі Krieg already dzvenit.
Burulki kraplyami dzvenyat
The I mov promіnnya, merehtyat.
The I dzvіnko ere vivodit Ptah,
The I Dzvony vіter in gіlkah.
Spring-red to us іde
The I behind him dzvіn Veda.
A berezen spinyaєtsya
The I of usіma vіtaєtsya.
Bіzhat to Demba dіti
The I asking slit dzvoniti.
(M. Singaїvsky)

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