A large beautiful red house that looks like a palace. On Sunday with my sister

On Sunday with my sister
We left the yard.
- I'll take you to the museum! -
My sister told me.

Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.

Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.

I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.

Here the books are lined up -
He read them as a child,
Above them many years ago
He thought and dreamed.

Since childhood, he dreamed of
So that on our native land
A man lived by his own labor
And he was not in bondage.

Days behind days, years after years
They pass in succession,
Ulyanov is learning, growing,
Goes to a secret meeting
Ulyanov is young.

He was seventeen,
Seventeen years in total
But he is a fighter! And that's why
The king is afraid of him!

An order is sent to the police:
“Grab Ulyanov!”
And so he was expelled for the first time,
Must live in the village.

Time passes. And again
He is where life is in full swing:
Goes to speak to the workers,
He speaks at meetings.

Does he go to his relatives?
Is it going to the factory?
The police are everywhere behind him
He follows and doesn't lag behind...

Again a denunciation, again a prison
And deportation to Siberia...
Winter is long in the north,
Taiga both far and wide.

A light flickers in the hut,
The candle burns all night.
More than one sheet of paper has been written on
By the hand of Ilyich.

How could he speak?
How they believed him!
What space could he open?
Both heart and mind!

This speech is not a few brave ones
On the path of life
I was able to captivate, I was able to ignite,
Lift and lead.

And those who listened to the leader
They followed him forward
Sparing neither strength nor life
For the truth, for the people!..

We are moving to a new room,
And loudly, in silence:
- Look, Svetlana, -
I said, -
Picture on the wall!

And in the picture - that hut
Off the Finnish coast,
In which our beloved leader
Hidden from enemies.

Scythe, and rake, and ax,
And the old oar...
How many years have passed since then
How many winters have passed!

It’s impossible in this kettle,
Must be heating the water
But as we wish, friends,
Look at the teapot!

We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.

A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!”

Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.

October! Forever overthrown
power
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.

The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.

And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.

How dear any object is to us,
Stored under glass!
An object that has been warmed
His hands are warm!

A gift from my fellow countrymen,
Red Army gift -
Overcoat and helmet. He accepted them
As the first commissioner.

Feather. He took it in his hands
Sign the decree.
Watch. From them he recognized
When to go to the Council.

We see Ilyich's chair
And a lamp on the table.
With this lamp at night
He worked in the Kremlin.

I have seen more than one sunrise here,
I read, dreamed, created,
Answered letters from the front,
I talked to friends.

Peasants from distant villages
They came here for the truth,
We sat down with Lenin at the table,
We had a conversation with him.

And suddenly we meet the guys
And we get to know friends.
That's a squad of young Leninists
I came to the museum for a gathering.

Under the banner of Lenin they
They rise solemnly,
And they swore an oath to the Party
Solemnly give:

“We swear to live like this in the world,
How the great leader lived
And also serve the Motherland,
How Lenin served her!

We swear by Lenin's path -
There is no straighter way! -
For the wise and dear leader -
Follow the Party!”

Historical

Here I dug it up... I don’t like V.I. Ulyanov, or rather, I just hate him, I consider him a scumbag. I also hate I. Dzhugashvili - a trash heap, not a person. But you can’t erase the words from a song, you can’t erase the people who made it from history, and you can’t erase such books either... Why am I posting it? And so that they remember what evil-vile dwarfs once took over the country. To see how scraps created their own mythology. So that this never happens again...

Sergey Mikhalkov

AT THE V.I. LENIN MUSEUM
(Moscow-Leningrad 1952)

On Sunday with my sister
We left the yard.
- I'll take you to the museum! -
My sister told me.

Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.

Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.

I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.

Here the books are lined up -
He read them as a child,
Above them many years ago
He thought and dreamed.

Since childhood, he dreamed of
So that on our native land
A man lived by his own labor
And he was not in bondage.

Days behind days, years after years
They pass in succession,
Ulyanov is learning, growing,
Goes to a secret meeting
Ulyanov is young.

He was seventeen,
Seventeen years in total
But he is a fighter! And that's why
The king is afraid of him!

An order is sent to the police:
“Grab Ulyanov!”
And so he was expelled for the first time,
Must live in the village.

Time passes. And again
He is where life is in full swing:
Goes to speak to the workers,
He speaks at meetings.

Does he go to his relatives?
Is it going to the factory?
The police are everywhere behind him
He follows and doesn’t lag behind...

Again a denunciation, again a prison
And deportation to Siberia...
Winter is long in the north,
Taiga both far and wide.

A light flickers in the hut,
The candle burns all night.
More than one sheet of paper has been written on
By the hand of Ilyich.

How could he speak?
How they believed him!
What space could he open?
Both heart and mind!

And the people listened to the leader,
And they followed him forward,
Sparing neither strength nor life
For the truth, for the people!..

At that time Stalin was young,
Persistent, straightforward and brave,
On the difficult path ahead
He looked like Lenin.

And now the desired moment has come,
The desired day has come
And the hand of a faithful student
Shook the teacher.

Their hearts beat in harmony,
And they have one goal,
And this goal to the end
All life is dedicated!

We are moving to a new room,
And loudly, in silence:
“Look, Svetlana,” I said, “
Picture on the wall!

And in the picture - that hut
Off the Finnish coast,
In which our beloved leader
Hidden from enemies.

Scythe, and rake, and ax,
And the old oar...
How many years have passed since then
How many winters have passed!

It’s impossible in this kettle,
Must be heating the water
But as we wish, friends,
Look at the teapot!

We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.

A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!”

Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.

October! Overthrown the government forever
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.

The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.

And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.

How dear any object is to us,
Stored under glass!
An object that has been warmed
His hands are warm!

A gift from my fellow countrymen,
Red Army gift -
Overcoat and helmet. He accepted them
As the first commissioner.

Feather. He took it in his hands
Sign the decree.
Watch. From them he recognized
When to go to the Council.

We see Ilyich's chair
And a lamp on the table.
With this lamp at night
He worked in the Kremlin.

And here with Stalin more than once,
He consulted...
His whole office is now
Moved to the museum.

Here are the photographs hanging,
We will recognize the photo -
It shows Comrade Lenin
Together with Stalin

They stand shoulder to shoulder
They look calm
And Stalin said something to Ilyich
He says with a smile.

And suddenly we meet the guys
And we recognize friends:
That's a squad of young Leninists
I came to the museum for a gathering.

Under the banner of Lenin they
They rise solemnly,
And they swore an oath to Lenin
Solemnly give:

“We swear to live like this in the world,
How the great leader lived
And also serve the Motherland,
How Lenin served her!

We swear by Lenin's path -
There is no straighter way! -
For the wise and dear leader -
Follow Stalin!

We left the yard.
- I'll take you to the museum! -
My sister told me.

Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.

Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.

I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.

Here the books are lined up -
He read them as a child,
Above them many years ago
He thought and dreamed.

Since childhood, he dreamed of
So that on our native land
A man lived by his own labor
And he was not in bondage.

Days behind days, years after years
They pass in succession,
Ulyanov is learning, growing,
Goes to a secret meeting
Ulyanov is young.

He was seventeen,
Seventeen years in total
But he is a fighter! And that's why
The king is afraid of him!

An order is sent to the police:
"Get Ulyanov!"
And so he was expelled for the first time,
Must live in the village.

Time passes. And again
He is where life is in full swing:
Goes to speak to the workers,
He speaks at meetings.

Does he go to his relatives?
Is it going to the factory?
The police are everywhere behind him
He follows and doesn't lag behind...

Again a denunciation, again a prison
And deportation to Siberia...
Winter is long in the north,
Taiga both far and wide.

A light flickers in the hut,
The candle burns all night.
More than one sheet of paper has been written on
By the hand of Ilyich.

How could he speak?
How they believed him!
What space could he open?
Both heart and mind!

This speech is not a few brave ones
On the path of life
I was able to captivate, I was able to ignite,
Lift and lead.

And those who listened to the leader
They followed him forward
Sparing neither strength nor life
For the truth, for the people!..

We are moving to a new room,
And loudly, in silence:
- Look, Svetlana, -
I said, -
Picture on the wall!

And in the picture - that hut
Off the Finnish coast,
In which our beloved leader
Hidden from enemies.

Scythe, and rake, and ax,
And the old oar...
How many years have passed since then
How many winters have passed!

It’s impossible in this kettle,
Must be heating the water
But as we wish, friends,
Look at the teapot!

We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.

A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!"

Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.

October! Forever overthrown
power
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.

The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.

And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.

How dear any object is to us,
Stored under glass!
An object that has been warmed
His hands are warm!

A gift from my fellow countrymen,
Red Army gift -
Overcoat and helmet. He accepted them
As the first commissioner.

Feather. He took it in his hands
Sign the decree.
Watch. From them he recognized
When to go to the Council.

We see Ilyich's chair
And a lamp on the table.
With this lamp at night
He worked in the Kremlin.

I have seen more than one sunrise here,
I read, dreamed, created,
Answered letters from the front,
I talked to friends.

Peasants from distant villages
They came here for the truth,
We sat down with Lenin at the table,
We had a conversation with him.

And suddenly we meet the guys
And we get to know friends.
That's a squad of young Leninists
I came to the museum for a gathering.

Under the banner of Lenin they
They rise solemnly,
And they swore an oath to the Party
Solemnly give:

"We swear to live like this in the world,
How the great leader lived
And also serve the Motherland,
How Lenin served her!

We swear by Lenin's path -
There is no straighter way! -
For the wise and dear leader -
Follow the Party!"

Great ones about poetry:

Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.

Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.

Humboldt V.

Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.

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

If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate 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. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.

Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"

I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"

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

On Sunday with my sister
We left the yard.
- I'll take you to the museum! -
My sister told me.

Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.

Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.

I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.

Here the books are lined up -
He read them as a child,
Above them many years ago
He thought and dreamed.

Since childhood, he dreamed of
So that on our native land
A man lived by his own labor
And he was not in bondage.

Days behind days, years after years
They pass in succession,
Ulyanov is learning, growing,
Goes to a secret meeting
Ulyanov is young.

He was seventeen,
Seventeen years in total
But he is a fighter! And that's why
The king is afraid of him!

An order is sent to the police:
“Grab Ulyanov!”
And so he was expelled for the first time,
Must live in the village.

Time passes. And again
He is where life is in full swing:
Goes to speak to the workers,
He speaks at meetings.

Does he go to his relatives?
Is he going to the factory?
The police are everywhere behind him
He follows and doesn’t lag behind...

Again a denunciation, again a prison
And deportation to Siberia...
Winter is long in the north,
Taiga both far and wide.

A light flickers in the hut,
The candle burns all night.
More than one sheet of paper has been written on
By the hand of Ilyich.

How could he speak?
How they believed him!
What space could he open?
Both heart and mind!

This speech is not a few brave ones
On the path of life
I was able to captivate, I was able to ignite,
Lift and lead.

And those who listened to the leader
They followed him forward
Sparing neither strength nor life
For the truth, for the people!..

We are moving to a new room,
And loudly, in silence:
- Look, Svetlana, -
I said, -
Picture on the wall!

And in the picture - that hut
Off the Finnish coast,
In which our beloved leader
Hidden from enemies.

Scythe, and rake, and ax,
And the old oar...
How many years have passed since then
How many winters have passed!

It’s impossible in this kettle,
Must be heating the water
But as we wish, friends,
Look at the teapot!

We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.

A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!”

Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.

October! Forever overthrown
power
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.

The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.

And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.

How dear any object is to us,
Stored under glass!
An object that has been warmed
His hands are warm!

A gift from my fellow countrymen,
Red Army gift -
Overcoat and helmet. He accepted them as the first commissioner.

Feather. He took it in his hands
Sign the decree.
Watch. From them he recognized
When to go to the Council.

We see Ilyich's chair
And a lamp on the table.
With this lamp at night
He worked in the Kremlin.

I have seen more than one sunrise here,
I read, dreamed, created,
Answered letters from the front,
I talked to friends.

Peasants from distant villages
They came here for the truth,
We sat down with Lenin at the table,
We had a conversation with him.

And suddenly we meet the guys
And we get to know friends.
That's a squad of young Leninists
I came to the museum for a gathering.

Under the banner of Lenin they
They rise solemnly,
And they swore an oath to the Party
Solemnly give:

“We swear to live like this in the world,
How the great leader lived
And also serve the Motherland,
How Lenin served her!

We swear by Lenin's path -
There is no straighter way! -
For the wise and dear leader -
Follow the Party!”