Vasily the cat where you were a verse read

Let's share a nursery rhyme

Many mothers and grandmothers often tell their children, grandchildren verses that were once told to them or their children by their mothers. I have a suggestion: let's share with each other children's poems that you remember and that you really like

This poem was told by my mother to her first granddaughters, and they are over 40 years old

Someone's getting close to the cream.
Kitty, it's not your fault, is it?
You probably would have confessed.
Come here, you bad brother!
What's the matter with your face, rascal?
Why do you look around?
You've been caught. Oh, thief, I didn't expect,
You're just a stram!

And this is a poem I remembered when my niece told it to her nephew

The kittens lost their gloves
And in tears they came home:
– Mama, mama, I'm sorry,
We can't find them,
We can't find the gloves.
– Have you lost your gloves?
Here's the bad kittens,
I won't give you pie for that.
Meow meow pie,
Meow meow meow pie.
The kittens ran,
They found the gloves,
And laughing, they came home:
– ♪ Mama, mama, don't be mad ♪
♪ 'Cause we found them ♪
♪ 'Cause we found the gloves ♪
– Did you find the gloves?
Thank you, kittens,
I'll give you milk for it.
Purr, purr, purr of milk,
Purr, purr, purr of milk

And my eldest granddaughter, and now Zhenya as well, loved a poem by Boris Zakhoder. It is very easy for children to remember:

Crying pussy in the hallway,
She has a great sorrow,
"The poor pussy is crying in the corridor.
♪ Don't let the poor kitty steal the sausages.

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This is the rhyme my grandmother used to tell me:
"Through the fields the chicken wanders,
He has little strength.
Little strength, many tears.
-Hello, sweet oats!
How can I find my way to my mother
♪ Between the high loaves? ♪

-Oh, my moustached barley!
Can't you see our house?
I'm lost on my way,
How can I find my mother?

♪ Barley wiggled his mustache ♪
-How can I find my way to my mother?
There's the wheat, she knows best,
♪ She's got the longest spike ♪

-Oh, tall wheat!
The sun is setting in the sky,
I'm tired of travelling,
How can I find my mother?

And the straw rustles in response:
-There, chicken, you're home.
There, beyond the empty field
There's smoke wafting over the chimney.
The cat's purring on the porch;
The horses' bridles are ringing;
Tuk-tuk-tuk! -by the gate
Mama's pecking at the grain.

Thank you, field!
You've fed the bread and the chickens
And you've brought a chicken
Right under Mama's wing.

– Vasily the cat, where have you been?
– I've been catching mice!
– Why are you in sour cream?
– Because I was in the closet.
– How long were you in there?
– Half an hour.
– What's in there?
– Kohl, ba, ba, ba, ba.
– What's the sour cream got to do with it? Don't lie to us,
Tell us how you were catching mice!
– There I was, sitting by the kvass, smelling the fried meat.
I looked at the cottage cheese, I saw a mouse on the doorstep!
I followed the mouse through the closet and… came upon the sour cream.
Got caught in the sack,
The pot tipped over, the lard fell on me!
– Where's the mouse?
– Gone.

– Who's wandering around in the garden?
– It's me, goat Methodius.
– What's your business?
– Helping the watchmen.
I guard the cabbage,
I protect every leaf.
– Why the cabbage all of a sudden
And not radishes
And not onions?
How is it, tell me, Methodius?!
You've forgotten about them, haven't you?
– I haven't forgotten anything,
But I'm not strong enough to do them all.
I don't know how to guard onions,
And radishes make me thin.
And cabbage is good,
And it needs keepers,
Because it's the tastiest,
The tastiest
The cabbage leaf!

Vasily the cat where you were the verse read

Maple shakes his head:
– Give me your mittens!
– Congratulations on your winter! –
Tits whistled.

White yard, white garden,
White paths.
And under the roofs
Blue earrings.

The sun looked in my face.
It almost blinded me!
The blizzard on the porch at night
She came to weep.

And a magpie at the gate
She's spreading rumors
That blue flies are coming to our garden
Blue flies!

Only a gossipy gossipy gossipy gossipy gossipy gossipy gossip
We no longer believe it.
It's freezing outside
Close your doors.

He can't ride a sled
And he doesn't go skiing
He only warms his paws.
He can do that!

A little star.

♪ We made a star out of red light bulbs ♪
♪ We made a star ♪
♪ On the apple tree ♪
♪ Bright lights in the orchard ♪
♪ High above the school ♪
♪ Lighted high above the school ♪
♪ And from the next street ♪
♪ And from the next street ♪
On a birch tree
Two flags above it.
The darker the sky,
The clearer it is.
And by that star
In the evening and in the daytime
♪ You can see right away ♪
Where our schoolhouse is
The wind is blowing
♪ And the garden's noisy ♪
Only he has no power
To extinguish the star.
Such are the red
Stars on the Kremlin,
That's why it's so bright
On my native land.

Vasiliy the cat, where have you been?

– Vasili the cat, where have you been?
– I went to catch mice.
– Why are you in sour cream?
– Because you were in the closet.
– How long were you there?
– Half an hour.
– What's in there?
– Sausage.
– And where did the sour cream come from?
Tell us the answer without deceit,
# Tell us all about it #
How you've been catching mice.
– There I sat by the kvass.
I smelled the fried meat,
♪ Just a glance at the cottage cheese ♪
I saw a mouse on my doorstep!
I followed the mouse through the closet
And I stumbled upon the sour cream,
I got caught in the sack,
The pot tipped over,

Lion.

No matter how the picture is colored.
♪ The lion's not scary in the picture ♪
"You can play with him.
To eat together,
And sleep with him.
We can take the book under our arm.
With this lion you can go for a walk!
¶ And if a lion like that ¶
# If a lion appeared here alive
With real teeth
♪ And a lion with burning eyes ♪
♪ And a lion like that around ♪
# With a pencil
Yeah, try it.
With a rubber band
"To rub some more afterwards,
♪ He'd be crying out ♪
♪ He'd be all over ♪
And he'd eat the book!

Vasiliy the cat

– Puss Vasily, where have you been?
– I went to catch mice.
– Why are you in sour cream?
– Because I was in the closet.
– How long were you there?
– Half an hour.
– What's in there?
– Sausage.
– And where did the sour cream come from?
Tell us without deceit,
# Tell us all about it #
How you've been catching mice.
– There I sat by the kvass,
I sniffed the fried meat,
I looked at the cottage cheese
There's a mouse on the doorstep!
I followed the mouse through the closet
And I ran into the sour cream,
I got caught in the sack.
And the pot tipped over,
And the lard fell on me.
– Where's the mouse?
– Gone.

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my son loved this verse as a child, I even have a recording on my phone of him telling it, it's so funny

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Vasily the cat.

-Wasily the cat, where have you been?
-I was out catching mice.
-Why are you in sour cream?
-Because I've been in the closet.
-How long were you there?
-Half an hour.
-But what's in there?
-Sausage.
-What's the sour cream got to do with it? -Let's not cheat,
-Tell us how you were catching mice!
-I was sitting by the kvass, sniffing the fried meat,
I glanced at the doorstep, I saw a mouse on the doorstep.
I followed the mouse through the closet and stumbled upon the sour cream,
The pot tipped over, the lard fell on me.
-Where's the mouse?
-He ran away.

This poem was told by my daughter's mother's friend, I liked it and learned it.

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