Old folk Counting rhymes for children in Russian. Everyone knew various rhymes in childhood, let's remember and tell them to our children. We have a fairly large collection of children's rhymes.
Nursery rhymes
WE WERE SITTING ON THE GOLDEN PORCH
On the golden porch sat:
- -tsar,
- - Tsarevich,
- -king,
- - the prince,
- -shoemaker,
- -tailor.
Who will you be?
Speak quickly
Don't detain honest and kind people!
THERE WAS A JACKDAW SITTING ON A PILLAR!
The counting begins!
There was a jackdaw sitting on a post,
and on the wire from 2 sides
6 crows sat down next to each other.
6 crows 7 jackdaws
counting continues
counting continues
6 crows 7 jackdaws.
Gophers whistled in the field
and the corncrakes creaked
in ripening oats.
Suddenly everyone fell silent at once
and rushed off in all directions,
empty wires -
6 crows flew away
to the crows in the thick of the crowns.
And the jackdaw has ingenuity -
The jackdaw understood the danger.
The jackdaw realized the danger,
and the jackdaw has wits.
The kite rushed from above,
the jackdaw hid in the bushes,
the jackdaw hid in the bushes.
Who's left? Only you!
Bunny
One two three four five
Bunny went out for a walk.
Suddenly the hunter runs out -
Shoots straight at Bunny:
Bang Bang!
Oh oh oh!
My Bunny is dying...
They brought him home -
He turned out to be alive!
THE MONTH HAS COME OUT OF THE MIST
The month has emerged from the fog,
He took a knife out of his pocket:
"I will cut, I will beat!
Who will you remain friends with?
ATY-BATY
Aty-baty, the soldiers were walking,
Aty-baty, to the market.
Atty-batty, what did you buy?
Aty-baty, samovar.
How much does it cost?
Aty-baty, three rubles.
Aty-baty, who's coming out?
Aty-baty, it's me!
Bunny
One two three four five,
The bunny went out for a walk.
Suddenly the hunter runs out,
He shoots straight at the bunny.
Bang Bang!
Oh oh oh!
My little bunny is dying.
They brought him to the hospital
He stole a mitten there,
They brought him to the ward,
He stole some chocolate there.
They brought him home
He turned out to be alive.
SHISHEL-MYSHEL
Shishel-Myshel
Sat on the roof.
Shishel-Myshel
WHO DIDN'T HIDE
One two three four five!
I'm going to look!
Who didn't hide -
I am not guilty!
QUIET, MICE!
Hush, mice!
Cat on the roof
Higher!
The cat went
For milk,
And the kittens:
Somersault.
The cat has come
Without milk,
And the kittens:
Ha ha ha!
THE CAR WAS DRIVING
The car was driving through a dark forest
For some interest,
Inte-inte-interest,
Come out with the letter "es".
The letter "es" did not fit -
Come out with the letter "a".
The letter "a" is not good -
Come out with the letter "sha"!
Or like this:
Exit with the letter C,
and on the letter there is a star,
where the trains go.
If the train doesn't go,
the driver will go crazy.
Magpie Crow
The magpie-crow was cooking porridge and feeding the children.
Gave to this, gave to this, gave to this, gave to this.
But she didn’t give it to this.
Because I didn’t chop wood,
I didn’t carry water, I didn’t cook porridge.
A crocodile was walking
smoked a pipe
The phone fell and wrote:
Shishel-myshel,
This one came out.
The orange rolled to the city of Berlin,
Didn't study my lessons
And I got a bad mark.
There are cars in the garage - Volga, Chaika, Zhiguli,
Which one do you get the keys from?
They sat on the golden porch
Gummi Bears, Tom and Jerry,
Scrooge McDuck and the three ducklings
Come out, you'll be Ponca!
If Ponochka leaves,
Scrooge McDuck will go crazy!
The counting begins
There was a jackdaw sitting on the shore,
Two crows, a sparrow,
Three magpies, a nightingale.
One two three four five,
We'll play hide and seek.
Sky, stars, meadow, flowers - Get out of the circle.
One, two, three, four, five - Let's start the games.
The bees flew into the field.
They buzzed and buzzed.
The bees sat on the flowers.
We play - you drive.
In the morning the butterfly woke up
Smiled, stretched,
Once she washed herself with dew,
Two - she spun gracefully,
Three - bent down and sat down,
And four - flew away.
A hare was running through the swamp,
He was looking for a job
Yes, I didn’t find a job,
He cried and left.
Stork is a stork, stork is a bird,
What do you dream about at night?
I want the swamp edges,
More frogs.
You can't catch them, you can't catch them.
That's it, you drive!
The cuckoo walked past the net,
And behind her are small children,
The cuckoos are asked to drink.
Come out - you can drive.
Jump and jump, jump and jump,
A bunny jumps - gray side.
Jump, jump, jump along the woods,
On a snowball - poke, poke, poke.
I sat down under a bush,
I wanted to hide.
Whoever catches it drives it.
One, two, one, two,
Here is a birch tree, here is grass,
Here is a clearing, here is a meadow
Come out, my friend.
One two three four,
Five, six, seven,
Eight nine ten.
The white moon floats out.
Who will reach the month?
He will go and hide.
We shared an orange
There are many of us, but he is alone.
This slice is for the hedgehog,
This slice is for the swift,
This slice is for ducklings,
This slice is for kittens,
This slice is for the beaver,
And for the wolf - the peel.
He is angry with us - trouble!
Run away somewhere!
Bells, bells,
The little pigeons were flying
By the morning dew,
Along the green line
We sat down on the barn.
Run, catch up.
We had kittens
One two three four five,
Come join us guys
Once the kitten is the whitest
Two kittens - the bravest
Three kittens - the smartest
And four is the noisiest
Five is like three and two
Same tail and head
Also a spot on the back
Also sleeps all day in a basket.
Our kittens are nice
One two three four five
Come join us guys
High, very high
I threw my ball easily.
But my ball fell from heaven
Rolled into the dark forest.
One two three four five,
I'm going to look for him.
One two three four five.
We decided to play
But we don’t know what to do
Nobody wanted to drive!
We will point you to:
That's right it will be you!
Masha ate porridge,
I didn’t finish the porridge.
“One, two, three,” she said
And I ate the potatoes.
Who will take three spoons?
That one will go too.
One two Three.
Come out into the clearing
Round dances of the backwaters,
Who's left
That one drives.
One two three four five,
We go out to play.
We need to choose water
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
You will definitely be water.
One two three four five,
There is no place for a bunny to jump;
There's a wolf walking everywhere, a wolf,
He uses his teeth - click, click!
And we'll hide in the bushes,
Hide, bunny, and you too.
You wolf, wait!
The forest river runs into the distance,
Bushes grow along it.
I invite everyone to the game,
We play - you drive!
We gathered in the yard
It was in September.
One two three four five,
We decided to play.
How much is two plus three?
If you know, then drive!
200 years ago, in February 1818, the Russian poet Fyodor Bogdanovich Miller was born, the author of the immortal “One, two, three, four, five - a bunny went out for a walk...” - and he hardly imagined how much his bunny would “walk” to.
Text: Daria Krutogolova
Collage: Year of Literature.RF
How many times have you heard this simple rhyme? And how many times in childhood did you “calculate” according to it? It is all the more surprising that the name of the original author of this immortal ode to an innocently murdered bunny is practically unknown to anyone. “Initial” - because the story of the main character underwent incredible transformations - from killed to cured, and then completely “reincarnated” in the works of various writers through the efforts of Yuri Levitansky.
Fyodor Miller, the “father” of the most famous bunny of Russian literature, was born in Moscow into a German family. He worked in many different ways: as a pharmacist, translator, teacher... A little later, Fyodor Miller acquired other names - Hyacinth Tulipanov and Splinter - and his favorite job. It was under these pseudonyms that he wrote for his own humorous weekly, “Entertainment,” until the end of his life. By the way, it was in this magazine that the first stories were published - then by Antoshi Chekhonte. But “Entertainment” appeared only in 1859, and eight years earlier, Miller’s little “bunny” brought fame.
The animal appeared for the first time in “Captions for pictures: for children of first age” - Fyodor Bogdanovich created this book, most likely, under the influence of an unexpectedly widely known collection in Russia Heinrich Hoffmann, translated as “Stepka-Rasstrepka”. “Signatures...” is very unconventional: Miller intricately intertwined funny stories with truly creepy ones. For example, the naughty children in the poem “Here comes the gray-haired old man...” go to feed the fish in a bag, and the gloomy stork reads them a short lecture, similar to the moral of a classic fable. So the hunter simply kills the most famous bunny in Russia for no reason at all... Readers of different generations could not come to terms with such a sad ending and began to invent stories themselves with a more life-affirming ending: the bunny simply comes to life, and steals mittens in the hospital, and refuses to be treated - in general, he lives actively and even causes mischief!
But the poet Yuri Levitansky went the furthest in the “variability” of the fate of the already very happy bunny. He published a whole collection called “Plot with Variations” - where a simple plot about a hunter and his prey turns into a real parade of styles from different authors. Levitansky skillfully plays up the style of each poet - and the bunny acquires new, unexpected features.
"My boy,
my prince,
my little animal” - this is how Levitansky would have dubbed the bunny Bella Akhmadulina. And he would have given it a truly English name - John O. Gray: the poem is called “Elegy on the Death of the Honorable Hare, Esquire...”. An endless series of metaphors, playing with rhythm and styles, and only a shell remained of the little bunny - but how many different new shades this little skin sparkled!
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We can definitely say that this is the most famous counting rhyme. Everyone knows her - from small children to our grandparents. The most classic version of this rhyme:
One two three four five,
The bunny went out for a walk.
Suddenly the hunter runs out,
He shoots straight at the bunny.
Bang Bang! Oh oh oh!
My little bunny is dying.
There are long options:
One two three four five,
The bunny went out for a walk.
Suddenly the hunter runs out,
He shoots straight at the bunny.
Bang Bang! Oh oh oh!
My little bunny is dying.
They brought him to the hospital
He stole a mitten there.
They brought him to the buffet,
He stole a hundred candies there.
They brought him home
He turned out to be alive.
One two three four five,
The bunny went out for a walk.
Suddenly the hunter runs out,
He shoots straight at the bunny.
Bang Bang! Oh oh oh!
My little bunny is dying.
They brought him to the hospital
He stole a mitten there,
They brought him to the ward,
He stole a chocolate bar there.
They brought him to the roof,
He stole Uncle Misha there.
They brought him home
He turned out to be alive!
Optimistic option:
One two three four five,
The bunny went out for a walk.
Suddenly the hunter runs out,
He shoots straight at the bunny.
Bang Bang! Missed -
The gray bunny ran away!
Option without hunter:
One two three four five,
The bunny went out for a walk.
What should we do? What should we do?
We need to catch the bunny.
We will count again:
One two three four five.
Author of the rhyme
The counting rhyme has an author! It was written by the Russian poet Fyodor Bogdanovich Miller (1818 - 1881) in 1851. He wrote it like a caption for a picture in a children's book. It was just a rhyme, but over the years it became very popular and was used as a nursery rhyme.
The original text, which was written by Fedor Bogdanovich, was as follows.