On Sunday, my sister and I left the yard. - I'll take you to the museum! On Sunday my sister and I
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!
The sailor is running, the soldier is running...
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!”
SERGEY MIKHALKOV
AT THE V.I. LENIN MUSEUM
(story in verse)
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.........
Poems for children are certainly associated with the name of Mikhalkov. Mikhalkov wrote many poems for children. He began writing poetry for children early. In 1935, Mikhalkov's first poems for children appeared in the Pioneer magazine and the Izvestia and Komsomolskaya Pravda newspapers. These were Three Citizens, Uncle Styopa, What Do You Have?, About Mimosa, Stubborn Thomas and other poems for children. In 1936, his first collection of Poems for Children was published in the “Ogonyok Library” series. Mikhalkov entered children's literature quickly and triumphantly; the circulation of his books very quickly became equal to the circulation of Marshak and Chukovsky. Mikhalkov's poems for children are famous, in which he was able, in the words of A.A. Fadeev, to give the basics of social education in a lively and entertaining form. In and through play, Mikhalkov helps the child to understand the world around him and instills a love of work.
Valentina Aleksandrovna Sperantova (1904-1978) - Soviet Russian theater and film actress. People's Artist of the USSR (1970)
From the mid-1930s, at the peak of her fame, Valentina Sperantova began working on the All-Union Radio, voicing roles in children's plays. At this time, her track record included the roles of Timur in “Timur and His Team”, Irtysh in “Bumbarash”, Dimka from “R. V.S.”, and in “Malchish-Kibalchish” she alone played all the roles in the radio play, starting from Malchish-Kibalchish and ending with the Chief Burzhuin. Her radio work continued after the war. Since 1945, when the very popular program for children “The Famous Captains Club” began to air, Sperantova played the role of Dick Sand from “The Fifteen-Year-Old Captain.” In those years, Sperantova was almost the most famous and popularly loved actress on the radio; hundreds and thousands of letters from grateful listeners of all ages were addressed to her name and the names of her characters. “You do your homework, turn on the radio, and the first thing there is “The Club of Famous Captains” and the voice of Valentina Aleksandrovna Sperantova. It was such a familiar, recognizable voice,” said Sperantova’s student Gennady Saifulin.
On this page read the text “In the Museum of V.I. Lenin” by Sergei Mikhalkov, written in 1949.
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:
"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 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!"
Note:
“In the Museum of V.I. Lenin” - Excerpts from the poem were first published in the newspapers “Pionerskaya Pravda” (1949, January 21), “Lenin Sparks” (1949, January 22). The original version was published in the magazine "Murzilka" (1949) with drawings by V. Shcheglov. Separate editions of the poem were illustrated by artists D. Bisti, I. Godin, V. Kulkov, I. Ilyinsky, O. Shukhvostov and others.
The Central Museum of V.I. Lenin was opened in Moscow on May 15, 1936. About the idea of his poem, S.V. Mikhalkov wrote: “This was my internal social order. I thought how many children living outside Moscow have not seen and will not be able to see this wonderful museum in childhood. And I really wanted to talk about it, "that this thought occupied my imagination for a long time. And even when I stopped thinking about it, my imagination brought me back to this thought again and again."
