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Title: Vovka - a kind soul

About the book "Vovka - a kind soul" Agniya Barto

Agniya Barto needs no special introduction. After all, both adults and children are well acquainted with her work.

The cycle of poems "Vovka - a kind soul" was created by the author in 1962. All poems have long been loved by several generations of happy kids and grateful parents. Since the publication of the book, the name Vovka has been a household name.

What does an ordinary boy Vovka need to do in order to be called a “good soul”? The answer to this and other equally interesting questions can be found in the poems that Agnia Barto wrote with love and kindness for the smallest readers.

Vovka is a very good boy. What do you need to do to become one too? After reading the poems, children will certainly want to be like him. They will definitely find answers to their questions in the book. And they will also discover that the book is written not only about the boy Vovka, but also about each of them.

"Vovka - a kind soul" is a long-recognized classic of children's literature. It helps adults remember their childhood. And for children - to go on an exciting journey with wonderful characters.

Agniya Barto writes such poems, with the help of which it is easier for children to form the right views on many things around them. Vovka teaches to be honest and fair. He shows by example what can lead to good deeds and how important they are to each person. The boy is undoubtedly a positive hero and a good role model.

The book "Vovka - a kind soul" includes almost all the best poems of the wonderful poetess Agnia Barto. She has long been loved by many readers due to her easy-to-remember style of presentation.

The little reader will definitely be interested in reading kind and beautiful poems filled with light humor. They can be understood by a child of any age, since the author knows very well what little children think about, how they look at the world And what are their dreams?

The book "Vovka - a kind soul" is a wonderful collection of poems, perhaps the best in the author's biography, which can be read independently to children, as well as to their parents. Pleasure after reading is guaranteed to everyone without exception.

Barto's book is a wonderful gift for all young readers. It is ideal for just reading, and for the development of children's memory. The child will be able to quote individual lines almost immediately.

AGNIA BARTO "VOVKA IS A GOOD SOUL"
A cycle of poems by Agnia Barto " Vovka-kind soul”, which was written in 1962, includes a fairly large number of poems. Most often, books with poems from the cycle "Vovka-kind soul" were printed in a "truncated" version. The cycle includes 18 poems, and usually 8-9 were printed in various combinations. And some poems, for example, “How Vovka became an adult,” were almost never included in collections. Nevertheless, many poems from this cycle have become beloved by more than one generation of kids, and the name Vovka has since become a household name.

1. VOVKA IS A GOOD SOUL
Yesterday I was walking along Sadovaya,
So I was surprised
White-headed boy
Shouted to me from the window:
Good morning!
Good morning!
I asked: Is it for me?
He smiled at the window
Shouted to someone else:
Good morning!
Good morning!
Toddlers and adults
The boy waved his hand
Let's get to know him now:
This is Vovka!

2. HOW VOVKA BABUSHEK RESULTED
On Grandma's Boulevard
Grandchildren cradle
Sing patties to the grandchildren,
And the kids are screaming.
Two Olenkas burst into tears,
They are hot in the summer heat
Andrei, naked in a stroller,
Screams like clockwork.
Sweeties, sweeties
Oh, grandmothers are tired,
Oh, screamer Irochka
It's not easy to put down.
Well, again to the rescue
Vovka must be called.
Vovka good soul,
Have fun baby!
He approached the grandmothers,
He stood next to them
Suddenly jumped up and sang:
Sweeties, sweeties!
The screamers were silent
So they are surprised:
sings alrights
A boy instead of a grandmother!
Both laughed at once
little deer,
And Andrei does not frown his forehead,
And he laughs, naked.
Vovka dances on the track:
Sweeties, sweeties!
Here is our helper!
Grandmothers are happy.
They say to him: Thank you!
So dance
We couldn't!
3. HOW VOVKA BECAME A BIG BROTHER
I have an older brother,
Very smart guy!
Reassures all the guys
Tanya on the boulevard
He wears a red tie
In pioneer form
Weeds in the garden
Uproots!
And fat Valechka
Boasts about his elder brother:
If someone offends me
The older brother will see through the window.
If I cried
He teaches everyone.
He is ready to save me
And from the fierce tiger.
He is almost ten years old
His name is Peacock.
Katya in a red dress
How to pay off:
I am nobody's sister
The cat bit me yesterday.
Well, bite me, scratch me
I'm alone with mom and dad
I have no brothers
Mom and dad are all relatives.
Slowly approaches her
Vovka is a kind soul.
He announces to the guys:
I will be Katya's older brother.
Monday morning
You will be my sister.
4. ABOUT VOVKA, TURTLE AND CAT
Here's what happened
The turtle has lost weight!
Became a small head
The tail is too thin!
So once said Vovka,
Made the girls laugh.
Lost weight? Well, hardly!
The girls laugh.
We gave her milk
I drank the whole saucer.
The turtle wears a shell!
You see, she stuck her nose out
And two pairs of legs!
Turtle wears a shell
Can't lose weight.
The turtle has lost weight!
Vova says.
Gotta figure out what's up
Maybe unhealthy?
Looks Vovka from the window,
He sees a cat stalking
Came up, licked the saucer
What a cheat!
No, the girls are laughing in vain!
Here, Vovka shouts to them,
Look, the cat ate
Turtle breakfast!
turtle lost weight
Because of your cat!

5. HOW THE WIND HELPED VOVKA
Leaves Leaves Falling leaves
Don't clear
School garden.
Leaves, leaves
On a way,
Leaves on the platform
And pad
Post
The players came out.
Only leaves
You will sweep
Just get clean
They fly again
Like yellow rain
Leaves, leaves, leaves
Wind, rustling leaves,
Sees off the summer.
Vovka good soul
He shouted loudly to the wind:
Why did you let the guys down?
How to play football now?
You would have swept the leaves yourself!
Only Vovka asked
The wind blew with all its might
I swept the leaves from the site,
Everything is fine now.

6. WHY WAS VOVKA ANGRY?
Andryusha is a sly one
Without tricks, not a step!
He threw the ball on the roof
Once in the morning.
They shout to him: Do you hear,
End this game!
And he is cunning: I do not hear.
And again the ball on the roof.
He tripped the cat
Pushed her furtively
Said he was teaching a cat
Be an acrobat cat.
He is covered in soot and soot,
Khitrit: You clap me,
I take on challenges
I'm a TV clown.
Andryusha is a sly one
Without tricks, not a step!
I'll sleep on the grass
The bed is not good
Angry at the trickster
Vovka is a kind soul.
All the neighbors came running
They say: This is a rare case
Vovka is waving his fist!
What happened to the good guy?
He took Andryusha by the shoulders
And let's shake like a pear!
Need these tricks
Shake it out of Andryusha! ..

7. HOT
The sun has a rule:
It spread the rays
Spread out in the morning
And the earth is hot.
It's across the blue sky
Spread the rays
The heat is so strong
Though the guard shout!
The inhabitants are exhausted
In Zagorsk-town.
They drank all the water
In a kiosk and in a stall.
The boys became blacks
Although they were not in Africa.
Hot, hot, no power!
Even if it rained.
Hot in the morning, hot in the afternoon
Climb into the river, into the reservoir,
Climb into the river, into the lake,
Wash your face with rain.
Someone groans: Oh, I'll die! ..
Difficult in intense heat,
For example, fat women:
They began to lose heart.
And a five year old girl
Couldn't walk
hung on the father,
Like a rocker.
Hot, hot, no power!
Even if it rained.
Vovka would cause a thunderstorm
Don't talk to the cloud.
She is in the sky, he is below.
But just in case he
Shouts: Well, where are you, thunderstorm?
Rattle when you don't have to!
And waits a long time, raising his eyes,
He is at the garden gate.
Hot, hot, no power! ..
A passer-by asked for a drink:
Vovka good soul,
Let me drink from the bucket!
Vovka good soul
Carries water without breathing
You can't jump here
Spill the colonel.
Vovka, two girlfriends are asking,
Bring us a mug too!
I will splash you from a bucket,
Substitute handfuls
Thirty degrees in the morning
In the city of Zagorsk,
And higher, higher mercury
Gotta do something
Something needs to be done
For the cold to come
To keep their noses up
People during hot hours.
Vovka good soul
Working in the barn
Something glues slowly
He masters by trying.
Vovka good soul
And three more kids.
Guys not up to the game:
Each one offers
How to get rid of the heat
Disillusioned citizens.
In the city of Zagorsk
Hills and hillocks
Whatever the street is a mountain.
The old woman went up the hill
Lamented: Oh, the heat!
It would be okay to die.
Suddenly on a hill, on a slope,
Gives her a gift
Hands out a paper fan
Vovka is a five-year-old boy.
Like, walk faster
It's easier to go with a fan.
Sweep along the way.
Vovka good soul
And three more kids
Yes, eight boys
Singing on the slope:
Get it, citizens
paper fans,
Get fans
So that the heat does not torment.
Distribute for free
We don't take it back.
The old woman sat on the bench
fanned out,
Says: different
The wind blew.
fanned myself with a fan
Citizen with a beard
Walked confidently
Business walk.
And went conveyor:
Everyone waves a fan.
The fans are swaying
People breathe easier.

8. WHEN THE THUNDER CALLED
People sleep and birds sleep
The silence is complete.
Illuminated the dark garden
Lightning! Lightning!
Strong wind on the bushes
Came in waves
And again from the darkness
Lightning! Lightning!
Wind, hurricane wind
Beats the trees on the legs,
And the trunks crack
And the garden trembles.
Rain, rain pours down
Beats the drums.
Thunder rumbles, thunder rumbles.
Lightning! Lightning!
No, it won't end well
Grandma spoke up.
Lightning, lightning
Burned maple.
Broken by a hurricane
He leaned over.
branches broke,
Went down.
bird house birdhouse,
Leaning down, hanging.
Bird house above the abyss.
If there is a chick in it,
Fall down, dear friend,
And it's all over!
Vovka following the neighbor
Walking, walking endlessly
Gotta save the chick!
You climb a tree
I would fit in if I were you.
Vovka climbed birches,
But heavy maple is bulky!
Here, try to grab
It's hard for a five year old guy!
Vovka asks Aunt Shura:
Do you love physical education?
It is useful for athletes
Climb a tree.
Aunt Shura did not climb,
Vovka did not believe.
The boys are fishing
Vovka throws sticks up,
He wants to scare the chick:
Fly somewhere!
You don't promote him
smiling neighbor,
He changed his apartment a long time ago
There is no one in the birdhouse.
Vovka following the neighbor
Walks, walks on the heels:
No, the chick is probably there!
You climb a tree
I would fit in if I were you
If I were as tall as you
I would have saved the chick a long time ago.
Brought a neighbor to that
He took a nap after dinner
And I had this dream:
On a hillock there is a black maple,
And under it are four Vovkas,
Like four twins.
Everything is repeated non-stop:
"We need to rescue the chick,
Gotta save the chick!"
Then the neighbor jumped out of bed,
Down the porch into the garden,
He says: In fact,
We need to save the chick.
Here comes Aunt Shura
With a worried face
I benefit from exercise
I'll go after the chick.
And the fishermen
They just come back.
White-headed boy
Says: I'm a climber!
They began to argue: how to get in,
How to tie a rope.
Suddenly a chick, so funny
Flies out of the birdhouse,
Tumbling on the fly
Gaining height.
He was not afraid of thunder
But, having heard a loud argument,
He gathered with strength
And sped off into space.

9. INVISIBLE CAT
1
Winter, winter in Zagorsk.
Winter has come to visit.
Houses shine from whiteness,
Ancient chapels.
Winter, winter! Winter has come!
Zagorsk stands as good as new.
Passed through the streets, courtyards
Winter, winter is beautiful.
No, the best painters
You can't do that with whitewash!
And Vovka is a kind soul
He calls his friends.
Snowballs are flying, snowballs are flying
Friends yell.
One in the snow, the other in the snow,
Nobody wants to be in debt.
So warm up in winter
Like the month of May.
And the boy will come home
Squeeze it out!
Vovka has a well-aimed hand,
Vovka has a true eye.
Throwing a snowball from afar
And on top of the times!
And Petya, such a goof,
Bending over slowly
He threw the snowball with the wrong hand.
Everyone laughs: left-handed.
Pete has a left hand
Wants to be superior
He can't handle her.
Doesn't get along with her at all.
And here are laughter and laughter,
At least don't go to play snowballs.
And what, such a country exists,
The city is like this
Where you can eat in peace
Left hand?
Where at dinner they don't say:
“Smirnov, which hand do they eat with?”
Snowballs are flying Snowballs are flying
Lefty! boys laugh.
It got dark. Lights are on in the windows.
Do you want, Vovka says,
If you want, I'll bring it tomorrow
Invisible cat?
The boys go home
Don't rush, hug.
Do you want me to bring a cat?
Just keep in mind
And Vovka, the great inventor,
Something is whispering with the left-hander.

2
There is a kindergarten in Zagorsk
(Leninskaya, 30),
There have recently been miracles
Began to happen.
Petya drew rails,
The white sheet is lined
And the girls, five friends,
Dressed up dolls.
Marusya suddenly says:
Someone meowed?!
Where is the cat? Not visible.
Well, let's see.
Where is the cat? Where's she,
Invisible cat?
As our Petka heard
Someone meowed
Petka immediately pencil
Once in the other hand.
This morning it was like this:
Gave Petya tea
Spoon with the wrong hand
I took it without noticing.
Close again, close
How the pussy meows!
Where is the cat? Not visible.
Well, let's see
Where is the cat? Where's she,
Invisible cat?
At noon the incident was
Peter out of habit
Pulled with left hand
Katya for pigtails.
It's worth the cat to meow,
Like hearing a cat
Boy in the other hand
Carries a spoon.
Oh, reproaches and reproaches
Tired of Petka,
Tired of Petka
Worse than bitter radish.
But it's quite another matter
If the cat wanted
Help you a little.
But where did the cat go?
Where is this cat?
No, this cat
Not four legs.
Vovka good soul
That's who this cat is.

10. ABOUT VOVKA AND THE DOG BABY
The neighbor's puppy has grown so much, His name is Baby, But now he's a huge dog, With difficulty climbs into the booth, The Baby is sitting on a chain. What can you do? Be patient! Such a job!
Will someone pass by, Will the gates open, He looks around. Where are you going? To us? Barks, as expected, At every passerby.
Always yapping at the cat, Scares the chicken away, but there's only one problem Sleeping too soundly.
Let someone drive into the yard, Let the trucks rumble, Let outsiders puppies burst through the gate, He won't get out of the booth, Forget about Baby.
- Come on, get out! The mistress is angry. She says: I will sell you, You are lazy beyond your years, I will take another puppy, Not such a bum!
No, Vova doesn’t want to sell Baby at all. What will happen to the poor fellow then? Will they take him somewhere? ..
Now he wakes up the dog, As soon as she falls asleep. The dog is sleeping on a chain, He shouts: Do not sleep, do not sleep!
A cat appeared, Well, lay a little!
Well, wake up, You're at work! Bark soon Two aunts are coming! You bark to them! And then Wave your tail soon!
So he will stick to the Baby, The dog will jump out of the booth, How he will bark! And then he waves his tail merrily.

11. THINK, THINK
This is Vovka, what an eccentric!
He sits sullen
He tells himself this:
"Think, Vovka, think!"
Will climb into the attic
Or rushing, that's an eccentric,
To the far corner of the garden;
He tells himself this:
"Think, think!"
He believes that from thoughts
He has a manly mind.

And Marusya, she is five years old,
Asks Vovka for advice
And say: what days
Is the mind getting smarter?

12. HOW VOVKA BECAME ADULT
Children grow before our eyes!
Lived in my poems once
Vovka is a kind soul.
(So called the baby!)
And now he's an adult
Looks like twelve years old
And readers, perhaps
Adult Vovka will surprise.
Vovka ended with kindness,
He decided he was embarrassed
At a mature age,
Be kind!
He blushed at this word,
Became ashamed of kindness,
He, to look harsh,
Pulling cats by the tails.
Pulling cats by the tails
And waiting for darkness
He asked them for forgiveness
For bad treatment.
Know all that he is unkind,
Worse than a wolf! Worse than cobras!
Watch out, I'll kill you! -
He threatened with a sparrow.
For a whole hour I walked with a slingshot,
But then he got upset
Buried her furtively
In the garden under a bush.
He's on the roof now
Hiding, not breathing
If only not to hear:
"Vovka is a kind soul!"

13. VOLODYA VOVKA VOVA
There is a young boy
His name is Volodenka
And they call it Vova.
He is a bad boy, He drives the ball until dark, And from the open window names are heard:
- Volodya, Vovka, Vova! And he didn't say a word in response.
- Where did he go, finally! Go to dinner, tomboy! - The aunt shouts angrily. And the mother sighs meekly. And it is heard again: Volodya, Vovka, Vova! -
They call him from all sides, They shout at him through the window. Vovka has several names, But he doesn’t want to answer any of them yet!
- Volodya, Vovka, Vova! But he doesn't hear the call!
Finally, with great difficulty, they invite Vovka into the house.
Before he had time to drink tea, Someone shouted: Help me out! Vovka, someone shouted, Protect the gate! -
If he is called to the house, He does not hear the call, And to the yard - he is right there: Not even two minutes have passed, The ball is chasing again.
And from the open window names are heard: Volodya! Vovka! Vova! Volodya! Vovka! Vova! -
And he didn't say a word in response.

14. SHOES WITH A SCRACK
Having been in a fix,
Uncle's boots
They creaked, they squealed.
There was no sadness!
No matter how hard he tried
Sneaking on toes
And stood on his heels
The shoes did not stop.
Neighbor groans: God,
Lost my peace!
I'm covered in goosebumps
From such music!
So much squeak, so much squeak!
Only Vovka is delighted.
Uncle Vasya, come on!
Every now and then he asks.
Everyone gives advice to their uncle.
Everyone sympathizes in trouble:
Soak the soles,
Walk in the rain!
At the weekend, riding in a boat,
Put your feet in the water
And soak your soles
On the way!
Their uncle lowered them into the water,
Wear them in bad weather
Wet from head to toe
And the shoes keep creaking.
Uncle Vasya oiled them,
The creaking started again
Everyone said:
Take off your shoes!
No more patience!

15. MEET AN OLD WOMAN.
They don't tell us to be indifferent To the old people. I met an old woman A short old woman, Two bulldogs on the sides.
I decided that two bulldogs are a lot for an old woman. I asked: -Are you tired? Do you need help? Do you have enough strength in your hands to lead them on leashes?
Then the bulldogs growled, And she said sternly: - There was no sadness, Get away for God's sake!
She pulled on the leashes, And the two bulldogs fell silent, Like obedient puppies.

16. A FRIEND REMINDED ME YESTERDAY
A friend reminded me yesterday
How much has done me good:
He gave me a pencil once
(I forgot my pencil case that day)
In the wall newspaper, almost in every one,
He mentioned me.
I fell and got wet
He helped me dry.
It's for a dear friend
Didn't spare a pie
Once gave me a bite,
Now I've counted it.
Doesn't attract me guys
More to a friend. Doesn't attract.

17. THERE ARE SUCH BOYS
We look at the boy
He is some kind of unsociable! He frowns, sulks, As if he drank vinegar.
Vovochka comes out into the garden,
Gloomy, as if asleep. I don't want to say hello, He hides his hand behind his back.
We are sitting on a bench, He sat on the side unsociable, He does not take the ball, He is about to burst into tears.
We thought, we thought, We thought, we came up with: We will be like Little Johnny, Gloomy, gloomy.
We went out into the street They also began to frown.
Even little Lyuba She is only two years old She also stuck out her lips And pouted like an owl.
Look! we shout to Vova. Is it okay to frown our brows?
He looked at our faces
He was about to get angry, Suddenly he bursts out laughing. He does not want to, but laughs as the bell rings.
He waved his hand at us: Am I really like that?
You are so! We shout to Vova, We frown more and more.
He asked for mercy: Oh, there is no strength to laugh!
He is now unrecognizable. We sit with him on a bench, And we call him: Vova, the former unsociable.
He will want to frown, He will remember us and laugh.

18. STRANGE CAT
We still don’t understand: What was the dispute about? ?
And it went, as they say, The whole entrance was noisy, And mothers have such faces, As if a tigress came to us And is about to eat someone!
Grandmother shouts from the balcony, An old woman in a dark shawl: - Well, tell me, please, did the cats interfere with you?
But we don't drive her away! Here everyone is confused. Let him sit at least day and night On our territory. You misunderstood us, We don’t wish her any harm, But the cat is offended, left.

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Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.

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Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen glitter.

Humboldt W.

Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.

If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.

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Poetry is not in verses alone: it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.

G. Lichtenberg

A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he wonderfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.

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Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry that has rejected the word.

"VOVKA GOOD SOUL"

YESTERDAY I WALKED ALONG GARDEN

Yesterday I was walking along Sadovaya,
So I was surprised
White-headed boy
Shouted to me from the window:

Good morning!
Good morning!

I asked: - Is it for me? -
He smiled at the window
Shouted to someone else:

Good morning!
Good morning!

Toddlers and adults
The boy waved his hand
Let's get to know him now:
This is Vovka - there is one!

LIKE VOVKA
BABUSHEK RESCUED

On Grandma's Boulevard
Grandchildren cradle
Sing patties to the grandchildren,
And the kids are screaming.

Two Olenkas burst into tears,
They are hot in the summer heat
Andrei, naked in a stroller,
Screams like clockwork.

Okay, okay…-
Oh, grandmothers are tired,
Oh, screamer Irochka
It's not easy to put down.

Well, again to the rescue
Vovka must be called.
- Vovka is a kind soul,
Have fun baby!

He approached the grandmothers,
He stood next to them
Suddenly jumped up and sang:
- All right, all right!

The screamers were silent
So they are surprised:
sings alrights
A boy instead of a grandmother!

Both laughed at once
little deer,
And Andrei does not frown his forehead,
And he laughs, naked.

Vovka dances on the track:
- All right, all right!
- What an assistant we have!
Grandmothers are happy.

They tell him:-
Thank you!
So dance
We couldn't!

HOW VOVKA BECAME
BIG BROTHER

I have an older brother,
Very smart guy! -
Reassures all the guys
Tanya on the boulevard.-

He wears a red tie
In pioneer form
Weeds in the garden
Uproots!

And fat Valechka
Boasts about his elder brother:

If someone offends me -
The older brother will see through the window.
If I cried -
He teaches everyone.

He is ready to save me
And from the fierce tiger.
He is almost ten years old
His name is Peacock.

Katya in a red dress
How to pay off:

I'm the only draw's sister, -
The cat bit me yesterday.
Well, bite me, scratch me ...
I'm alone with mom and dad
I have no brothers
Mom and dad are all relatives.

Slowly approaches her
Vovka is a kind soul.

He announces to the guys:
- I'll be Katya's older brother.
Monday morning
You will be my sister.

ABOUT VOVKA,
TURTLE AND CAT

Here's what happened -
The turtle has lost weight!

Became a small head
The tail is too thin! -
So once said Vovka,
Made the girls laugh.

Lost weight? Well, hardly! -
The girls laugh.-
We gave her milk
I drank the whole saucer.

The turtle wears a shell!
You see, she stuck her nose out
And two pairs of legs!
Turtle wears a shell
Can't lose weight.

The turtle has lost weight!
Vova assures.-
Gotta figure out what's up
Maybe unhealthy?

Looks Vovka from the window,
He sees - a cat is sneaking,
Came up, licked the saucer ...
What a cheat!
No, the girls are laughing in vain!

Here, - Vovka shouts to them, -
Look, the cat ate
Turtle breakfast!
turtle lost weight
Because of your cat!

HOW VOVKA BECAME ADULT

Children grow before our eyes!
Lived in my poems once
Vovka is a kind soul.
(So called the baby!)

And now he's an adult
Looks like twelve years old
And readers, perhaps
Adult Vovka will surprise.

Vovka ended with kindness,
He decided he was embarrassed
At a mature age,
Be kind!

He blushed at this word,
Became ashamed of kindness,
He, to look harsh,
Pulling cats by the tails.

Pulling cats by the tails
And waiting for darkness
He asked them for forgiveness
For bad treatment.

Know all that he is unkind,
Worse than a wolf! Worse than cobras!
- Watch out, or I'll kill you!
He threatened with a sparrow.

For a whole hour I walked with a slingshot,
But then he got upset
Buried her furtively
In the garden under a bush.

He's on the roof now
Hiding, not breathing
If only not to hear:
"Vovka is a kind soul!"

WHEN THUNDER STRIKED

People sleep and birds sleep -
The silence is complete.
Illuminated the dark garden
Lightning! Lightning!

Strong wind on the bushes
Came in waves
And again from the darkness
Lightning! Lightning!

Wind, hurricane wind
Beats the trees on the legs,
And the trunks crack
And the garden trembles.

Rain, rain pours down
Beats the drums.

Thunder rumbles, thunder rumbles.
Lightning! Lightning!
- No, it won't end well, -
Grandma spoke up.

Lightning, lightning
Burned maple.
Broken by a hurricane
He leaned over.

branches broke,
Went down.
Bird house - birdhouse,
Leaning down, hanging.

Bird house above the abyss.
If there is a chick in it, -
Fall down, dear friend,
And it's all over!

Vovka following the neighbor
Walking, walking endlessly
- Gotta save the chick!
You climb a tree
I'd fit in if I were you.-

Vovka climbed birches,
But heavy maple is bulky!
Here, try to grasp -
It's hard for a five year old guy!

Vovka asks Aunt Shura:
- Do you like exercise?
It is useful for athletes
Climb a tree.-
Aunt Shura did not climb,
Vovka did not believe.

And the boys go fishing...
Vovka throws sticks up,
He wants to scare the chick:
- Fly somewhere!

You do not agitate him, -
Smiling neighbor -
He changed his apartment a long time ago
There is no one in the birdhouse.

Vovka following the neighbor
Walks, walks on the heels:
- No, the chick is probably there!

You climb a tree
I would fit in if I were you
If I were as tall as you
I would have saved the chick a long time ago.

Brought a neighbor to that
He took a nap after dinner
And I had this dream:
On a hillock - a black maple,

And under it are four Vovkas,
Like four twins.
Everything is repeated non-stop:
"We need to rescue the chick,
Gotta save the chick!"

Then the neighbor jumped out of bed,
Down the porch into the garden,
He says: - In fact,
It is necessary to help out the chick.-

Here comes Aunt Shura
With a worried face
- Physical education is good for me -
I'll go after the chick.

And the fishermen
They just come back.
White-headed boy
He says: - I'm a climber!

They began to argue: how to get in,
How to tie a rope.

Suddenly a chick, so funny
Flies out of the birdhouse,
Tumbling on the fly
Gaining height.

He was not afraid of thunder
But, having heard a loud argument,
He gathered with strength
And sped off into space.

HOT

The sun has a rule:
It spread the rays
Spread out in the morning -
And the earth is hot.

It's across the blue sky
Spread the rays -
The heat is so strong
Though the guard shout!

The inhabitants are exhausted
In Zagorsk-town.
They drank all the water
In a kiosk and in a stall.

The boys became blacks
Although they were not in Africa.

Hot, hot, no power!
Even if it rained.

Hot in the morning, hot in the afternoon
Climb into the river, into the reservoir,
Climb into the river, into the lake,
Wash your face with rain.

Someone groans: - Oh, I'll die. -
Difficult in extreme heat
For example, fat women:
They began to lose heart.

And a five year old girl
Couldn't walk
hung on the father,
Like a rocker.

Hot, hot, no power!
Even if it rained.

Vovka would cause a thunderstorm -
Don't talk to the cloud.
She is in the sky, he is below.
But just in case he
Shouts: - Well, where are you, thunderstorm?
Rattle when you don't have to! -
And waits a long time, raising his eyes,
He is at the garden gate.

Hot, hot, no power.
A passer-by asked for a drink:
- Vovka is a kind soul,
Let me drink from the bucket!

Vovka - a kind soul
Carries water without breathing
You can't jump here -
Spill the colonel.

Vovka, - ask two girlfriends, -
Bring us a mug too!
- I'll splash you from a bucket,
Submit handfuls...

...Thirty degrees in the morning
In the city of Zagorsk,
And higher, higher mercury ...
Gotta do something
Something needs to be done
For the cold to come
To keep their noses up
People during hot hours.

Vovka - a kind soul
Working in the barn
Something glues slowly
He masters by trying.
Vovka - a kind soul
And three more kids.

Guys not up to the game:
Each one offers
How to get rid of the heat
Disillusioned citizens.

In the city of Zagorsk
Hills and hillocks
Whatever the street is a mountain.
The old woman went up the hill
She lamented: - Oh, the heat!
It would be okay to die.

Suddenly on a hill, on a slope,
Gives her a gift
Hands out a paper fan
Vovka is a guy of five years old.
Like, walk faster
It's easier to go with a fan.
Sweep along the way.

opening new book always wondering what's in it. Into what world the author will lead the reader, what stories he will tell him.

The work "Vovka - a kind soul" is a very kind and instructive book. It is very easy and fun to read as it is written with humor in short poems that are very easy to remember.

The protagonist of this book is Vovka, a kind soul. This boy is trying to help people. Vovka amuses the babies on a walk, becomes the elder brother of the girl and scolds the hooligan Andryusha.

This collection of poems was published back in 1962, but even now the works of Agnia Barto are read by both adults and children, they learn life from this book.

Vovka was known and loved by all the inhabitants of the street - he had a good disposition, was well-mannered, honest, always in a hurry to help people. We will consider some poems from the cycle "Vovka - a kind soul" now.

The first poem from the cycle "Vovka - a kind soul" is the verse "Yesterday I walked along Sadovaya." In it, we get acquainted with our main character - the boy Vovka. The author describes his walk along one of the Moscow streets. Suddenly, a loud “Good morning!” sounded from the window.

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Title: Vovka - a kind soul

About the book "Vovka - a kind soul" Agniya Barto

Agniya Barto needs no special introduction. After all, both adults and children are well acquainted with her work.

"Vovka - a kind soul" is a long-recognized classic of children's literature. It helps adults remember their childhood. And for children - to go on an exciting journey with wonderful characters.

Agniya Barto writes such poems, with the help of which it is easier for children to form the right views on many things around them. Vovka teaches to be honest and fair. By his own example, he shows what good deeds can lead to, and how important they are for every person. The boy is undoubtedly a positive hero and a good role model.

The book "Vovka - a kind soul" includes almost all the best poems of the wonderful poetess Agnia Barto. She has long been loved by many readers due to her easy-to-remember style of presentation.

The little reader will definitely be interested in reading kind and beautiful poems filled with light humor. A child of any age can understand them, because the author knows very well what little children think about, how they look at the world around them and what dreams they have.

On our site about books lifeinbooks.net you can download for free without registration or read online book"Vovka - a kind soul" by Agniya Barto in epub, fb2, txt, rtf, pdf formats for iPad, iPhone, Android and Kindle. The book will give you a lot of pleasant moments and a real pleasure to read. Buy full version you can have our partner. Also, here you will find last news from literary world, find out the biography of your favorite authors. For beginner writers there is a separate section with useful tips and recommendations, interesting articles, thanks to which you yourself can try your hand at writing.

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Nicholas Sparks (1965)

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Children's poetess Agniya Barto is known for her interesting children's poems that live in the memory of every person since early childhood. Barto's poems are kind and cheerful, every child will find himself in them.

A series of poems "Vovka - a kind soul"

Peru, the famous children's poetess A. Barto, owns a series of children's poems, the main character of which is a boy named Vovka. Vovka was known and loved by all the inhabitants of the street - he had a good disposition, was well-mannered, honest, always in a hurry to help people. We will consider some poems from the cycle "Vovka - a kind soul" now.

The poem "Yesterday I walked along Sadovaya"

This little boy Vovka greeted all the passers-by. People were surprised at the little boy, but answered his greeting with friendly smiles. Over time, the author learned more about her friend - his name was Vovka, the boy was the favorite of all people, as he met everyone with a smile and sincerity. Vovka never left small children who needed his help in trouble, and was also very polite with adults and never hooligans.

The poem "How Vovka became an older brother"

Agniya Barto describes the following situation to us: little girls, playing in the sandbox, began to brag about their older brothers. The girl Tanya told about her older brother, who wore a pioneer tie, was an excellent student at school, and most importantly, had such strength that he could pull out a weed in the garden right by the root.

The girl Valechka also had a ten-year-old brother - the boy protected her from all offenders. Valechka said that if a big tiger hunted her, her brother immediately began to fight with him and would win. Suddenly, the girls' stories were interrupted by Katenka's loud crying. She was the only daughter of her parents.

The girl said that yesterday she was scratched and bitten by a cat, but no one protected her. Vovka heard this cry. The kind boy told everyone that from Monday he would be Katya's older brother, and would not let anyone offend her, neither the cat, nor the hooligans, nor the predatory tiger.

Time passes, and all children grow up. So it happened with the good-natured Vovka. When he was twelve years old, the boy became ashamed of his kindness. He chose to become evil. To begin with, Vovka decided to beat the yard cats. During the day, Vovka chased cats, and when night fell, he went out into the street and tearfully asked for forgiveness from them for the harm done.

Then Vovka decided to shoot sparrows with a slingshot. For a whole hour the boy chased the birds, pretending that he could not follow them. Then Vovka secretly buried his slingshot under a bush - as he felt sorry for the birds. The boy decided to do evil deeds for show, so that adults would think that he had become evil. However, Vovka still remained the same good-natured man as he was in childhood.

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Synopsis for "Vovka is a Kind Soul"

The name of Agnia Lvovna Barto in our country is known to everyone and everyone, because more than one generation of children has been brought up on her poems. They are still read with pleasure today. Maybe because they have amazing magnetism, or maybe because they feel the connection of generations. However, according to the poetess herself, “verses are not supposed to become obsolete.” Cycle " Vovka - a kind soul” was written in 1963. Simple and uncomplicated, and at the same time unusually kind, these verses are like a reminder of old Moscow, of eternal children's games and amusements. The book is also valuable because it was painted by the first-class artist Fyodor Lemkul.
For preschool children.

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And I’m even more pleased because I still have the 1963 book “Vovka - a kind soul” with the subtitle “Book Two”. It contains the poems “Hot”, “When Thunder Crashed” and “The Invisible Cat”. And in the new book, in which it will be.

I would like to thank Makhaon once again for the books with drawings by F.V. Lemkulya. The publishing house started publishing new series"Children's Classic" It's nice that it is opened by books illustrated by Fedor Viktorovich.

And I’m even more pleased because I still have a book from 1963 “ Vovka - a kind soul” with the subtitle “Book Two”. It contains the poems “Hot”, “When Thunder Crashed” and “The Invisible Cat”. And in the new book, which will have 40 pages, there are more poems. And as you can see in the photo, it opens with the very first poem of the cycle - “Yesterday I was walking along Sadovaya”, in which both the author, Agniya Barto, and readers get to know Vovka.

Last year, Oblaka released Vovka with drawings by Herman Mazurin. In my opinion, it is the drawings of F. Lemkuhl that better reflect the spirit of the era of the early 60s of the last century: it seems that wooden houses, and grandmothers in headscarves (after all, this is happening in Zagorsk), but women in trousers appear on the streets))). Both Vovka and his friends at F. Lemkul's are so lively, dynamic - real boys. However, the taste and color, as they say, and I really love the drawings of F.V. Lemkul, and therefore terribly happy about the release of this book.

Photos 4-10 show illustrations from old editions of Vovka.

And further. The description of the book from the Labyrinth indicates that the cycle of poems about Vovka was written in 1963. This is not true. "Vovka - a kind soul" with illustrations by G. Mazurin was released in 1962. Hide

Excellent book! Large font, bright beautiful illustrations from childhood! Very pleased with the price.

“Yesterday I was walking along Sadovaya. ”
How Vovka saved grandmothers
How Vovka became.

Hardcover with a beautiful fabric spine, text and illustrations - a classic that should be in every family. The font, the layout, the layout of the illustrations are all excellent. The paper could have been thicker and captal could have been made, but then there would obviously not have been such a beautiful price.

Poems that are in this book and in the book by reference (softcover, but the paper is very high quality, thick, coated):
“Yesterday I was walking along Sadovaya. ”
How Vovka saved grandmothers
How Vovka became an older brother
About Vovka and the dog Malyutka
About Vovka, a turtle and a cat

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