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I'm always amazed at people trying to sell this.
No surprise there. Buying for the 'constructor' papers.
Why did you ruin another conspiracy theory? They lived, believed in it, laughed and rejoiced, and then bam!
you're mean ))
Детские стихи.
Weakly nervous not to read ;)
The time of rains and the fall of leaves,
The harvest of bread and grapes,
The flight of birds and the laughter of children,
Running to school through the rains.
Sveta I. (12 years old)
Our school is multiethnic. Chinese children also want to study there. Here is Sveta with a characteristic surname "I" in Russian language studied a lot and lovingly. "When I write a verse, we take out papers and pens".
Nature, ringing with awakening,
With warmth and joy.
And smiling loudly at the sun,
Hanging from the window the children,
Lenya K. (7th grade)
This is Alfred Hitchcock. In a production of the TUZ.
It's nice in the springtime:
The red sun is bursting into buds.
Andrei I. (10 years old)
And this is Gaidai... Grand Duke Vladimir the Red Sun is eating buds. "Waiter! Kidneys to the tsarina once!"
The birds are chirping,
No pity for their songs,
Marina H....
Lena T (grade 5)..:
The wind is running through the forest,
Gives no peace to anyone:
The little forget-me-not flowers,
And the big oak tree.
The big tree is full of oaks. The child just doesn't know how to spell "hana".
Tanya Z. (6th grade),
The winter beauty has come,
And it's long past Mishka's bedtime,
But the poor guy can't sleep with his pussy paw
to sleep.
Man, that's bad luck for a bear. Is he alone in the den? Where's the mama bear?
Igor F..:
Migratory birds are rushing south,
Slightly murmuring, the stream runs,
Beavers and beaverlets are digging their burrows,
To live there all winter long.
And to suck the bear's paw all winter long. And that in that burrow they'll have no bottom and no tyre...
Birds of gray fly
Over the fields, over the fields.
The people call those birds
Cranes, cranes, cranes.
Cranes fly south
To warmer climes
I'll never forget
Their eyes on me.
Valya R. (4th grade)
"Other", Valya, "Other". There's no "x" in that word. Did you watch Nightwatch carefully? Rewatch it and take notes.
Winter's coming and we're all glad
To play with snowballs and build bubbles.
Tanya D. (3rd grade):
I make a snow woman,
Scary, with a broom:
Nose as a carrot,
And the eyes as coal.
Sveta T. (4th grade).
Here's a lad in a sled,
And a red-haired girl
Skates skating.
(Lena V., Grade 3)
It is not good to laugh at someone else's misfortune. The red-haired girl got bad cannabis, unlike those who build babas. So you should have come up and explained how to use skates.
I love winter in January,
When a carpet of glitter lies
The snow of winter's preservation on the yard
And strikes me with its elegant description.
The cross-shaped footprints in the snow
The birds mark their short journey,
And here's a ray playing on the shore
of the pond where the blue-footed lad swam in summer.
Andrei H.(5th grade).
The horror! Apocalypse! Gloomy picture. All the snow in the courtyard in winter preserves - the dogs are apparently walking around here, the bastards. How can you not be amazed that apart from the preserves it's all elegantly described? Disabled birds with their fingers twisted won't get far. They die right there, all in the preserves. And the guy who floated up in the summer, now he's frozen in the ice. Blue-eyed.
Bom one! Bom two!
Bom three! Bom four!
Bom five! Bom six!
Bom seven! Bom eight!
Bom nine! Bom ten!
Bom eleven!
Bom twelve!
The bell in the clock is tired, -
♪ So it's New Year's Eve ♪
Natasha K:
Apparently the girl is getting beaten up at home. Talk to the parents.
I'm happy to wish you a Happy New Year,
And I send you all my greetings from Leningrad,
That at midnight you all hold your glasses,
And not in your damp graves.
Tanya R. (6th grade)
That's right, the grave must be dry and warm. Then it is comfortable to hold a glass in it at midnight. I wonder who wrote the script for Night of the Living Dead? Wasn't it Tanya's dad?
This frosty morning promises much:
Songs, skating on the ice and down the mountain.
How much our government has done
For the little ones.
Irina H.
It is thanks to him that there is only ice and mountains in our yards.
I am a Komsomol member, a Komsomol member!
And how happy I am to think:
For such a Komsomol ticket
The boys died in the fire.
Igor D. (Grade 7):
Sado-maso with elements of fetishism. It is useless to flog.
Thank you, summer, for the unity
Your undying fires,
Where there are no boys and girls,
♪ but only "Always ready!" ♪
Sasha Sh. (8th grade)
Sasha! In eighth grade, I was always ready to drink, not just to eat. Pull yourself up!
Young men living in our time
We shouldn't love them for their faces,
We must love them not for that,
But for something more important.
Elena A. (8th grade)
Good girl, Lenochka. Five. Stay after school.
Our friend Korchagin
And then one dark night
Two executioners came to you.
They wanted to kill you,
Alas, they did not kill you.
Olya V. (6th grade)
They missed. Tomorrow they will come again. With axes and in hoods.
To Alexander Matrosov
You were still young then,
When you were drafted.
You always loved your motherland,
And your name was Alexander.
Larisa V. (4th grade)
Return of a soldier
You're walking down a deserted street
And you think, I guess,
Mama is waiting and she'll probably say:
- "You're my son! -
She'll sit down and cry
And you'll say, "Mama, don't cry.
My brother was burned, my father was hanged,
But I'm still alive.
You can count on me, mother.
Jeanne K. (7th grade)
Japanese poets make hara-kiri for themselves.
...And she will mourn the body,
That wanted to live to see victory.
Yura V. (5th grade)
...but her brain resisted...
But remembered the war, but remembered the war
Grey hairs on his head.
Valery R. (6th grade)
Dear Valery! The authoritative committee considers that the hair on the head is hair. And the hair is elsewhere.
Today we are eight and tomorrow we are eighteen,
And the day after tomorrow we're twenty, and soon we'll be forty-five.
Today we're boys, tomorrow we're soldiers,
And the day after tomorrow we're mothers, and the day after that we're fathers.
Andriusha K. (2nd grade)
X-Men. A tragic saga of rapidly aging mutants who have no idea what sex they will be tomorrow. Watch it in cinemas.
Motherland - the word is dearer than all!
Motherland is no longer a laughing matter.
Tanya R. (3rd grade)
Tanya! Don't be complex! If you have a surname like that (Tanya Rodina), be glad your name isn't Ulyana (U. Rodina). And there's really nothing funny here.
Flags are flying above the ground,
Music is playing.
♪ All the kids in the yard ♪
# All the boys in the courtyard #
Anya shouts: "Look!
Olya stands up on the oak tree.
May Day is coming to you, children, -
It means peace to all nations!
Julia T. (2nd grade)
Anya and Olya watch in amazement for the first time what becomes apparent when the children lift their feet. By the way, here's another author who doesn't know how to spell the word "hana". It says 'peace'.
You are my homeland,
And yet you are beautiful...!
Galya M. (9 years old)
This we remember, this is the national anthem of intestinal parasites.
Here lies a gun.
The gun is many years old.
Maybe it was Budyonny's
He fought in the war with it.
Olya I. (2nd grade)
Written from "Fedot-Streltsy" by L. Filatov. D.
The Aurora has entered the shores,
She set the past on its horns.
Zoya T. (6th grade)
Here's that glorious hut,
Where Illich worked.
He became friends with many people here.
Shooting game together.
Alexandra L. (4th grade)
It was interesting slang in the early twentieth century. Today they say 'smoked schmaltz together'.
You, Lenin, gave us precepts
For all the years, for all the ages.
You were everywhere, and nowhere,
So that you don't exist.
Andrew H. (5th grade)
A problem with the space-time continuum. Get yourself a compass and an alarm clock.
...And I would give my life for you,
And I'll stand with my head...
Rita G. (10 years old)
Rita! You're very self-critical. You're not so G.
Death of a Komsomol girl
The Komsomol members gathered at the river in the meadow,
The Komsomol meeting was opened in defiance of the enemy.
The Komsomol secretary, Nadezhda, was the Komsomol secretary.
The boys all trusted her and she was brave.
But one evening, working alone,
Someone from the village knocked on her window.
She couldn't see and thought to herself:
"Probably the girls from our village."
But they were sneaky kulak sons,
Decided to get back at her for collecting that one by the river.
And then a shot rang out, short and deaf,
And a scarlet thin stream of blood poured out in a river...
Hope, thou art dead, but thou art alive in our hearts,
We remember you, Nadya, our faithful friend and brother!
Lena Ya. (5th grade)
Actually, Nadya's brother didn't suffer for nothing. There was no reason to have a gathering by the river. Everything that grows there is someone else's, and you can't collect it.
Meresiev
Comrade Meresiev was flying in an aeroplane,
With a damaged engine he flew.
He hit the tops of tall trees,
And it saved his life.
He soon woke up in a deep snowdrift,
But he couldn't get back on his feet.
He crawled, exhausted, he crawled for three weeks,
Until he saw the people.
They fed him, warmed him, clothed him,
He was sent straight to Moscow.
He was fitted with prosthetic legs instead of legs,
He learned to walk for a year.
His friends waited for him, but he came back
And got on the plane a little at a time.
He put his wooden foot on the pedal,
He was in pain, but he got through it.
One minute, one second, the plane suddenly took off
And took off quietly into the sky.
Olya Sh. (6th grade)
Musical "About a Real Man". Libretto. Act 1. Chorus, tap-dancing: "Gangrene! Gangrene! They'll cut his leg off!"
"Mother" is the softest word.
We give our hearts to her.
Let her enemies attack her,
We'll fight them, we'll stand up for her.
"Take care, comrades, of your mother".
Vladimir Ilyich bequeathed to us.
"Mother" is a sacred word.
Love your mother too.
Tanya G. (3rd grade)
There is no mother dearer in the world,
Than in our friendly family.
May she be healthy and brave,
Let her fight the good fight.
Slava G. (2nd grade)
...with Daddy.
Protecting us from the heat,
Wrapping us up in the cold,
Sometimes they often forgot
That the cold was creeping up on them.
Alyosha M. (6th grade)
I forgot I was dead. The horror.
I love my mother like a plant,
I cherish my mother as I cherish myself.
My mother gives all her care
To bring me up.
Sasha I. (3rd grade)
Sasha is good. Sasha is good. Sasha likes plants. Plants are an 'A'.
With a Georgian and a Tatar,
♪ Tadjiks and Uzbeks ♪
They have a great gift from their mothers.
Mothers give a man...!
Luda V.
This is much cooler than an awesome set of screwdrivers. A human being as a gift. Slave Isaura, the paraphrase...
Grandpa is the one who gave birth to me.
Grandpa is who I see.
Grandpa is a symbol of earthly goodness.
Grandpa is the whole: me and you.
Grandpa is my friend and he is my brother.
How glad I am to give my life for you in a row.
Vitya B. (5th grade).
Vitya was cloned from his grandfather. Scary business.
I've read the thread :Naked, I'd like to discuss .... like - Naked, and where am I? I thought I'd give it a rest.
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- What happened?
- It's 4:00 in the morning and he suddenly starts banging on my flat door!
- Is he out of his mind?
- That's what I'm saying. I almost dropped the drill out of my hands in surprise!
D.-Hello, is this the base? It's about the barn.
A: Hello, you've made a mistake, it's a missile base.
D.-No, you're mistaken.