Исполнение чудесного детского стиха - Бука
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About Buku.
Belozers Timofey

Dark windows or sound.
The moon from behind the forest gets up ...
Grayed shaggy beech
With a bag on the road goes.
Fly from the shoulder of her owls,
Only creaknet in the snow around.
Anyone of those owls are ready
Grab and stubborn in a bag ...

Begings grandmother's grandmother:
Suppt, Ilyushenka, it's time!
Suddenly you will hear a beech?
What then? And I'm old.
But screaming stubborn grandson:
- I'm afraid I am your beech!
I will fight her from Luka,
From Nagan, from the gun!

Suddenly the door opened without a knock ...
Snow shaped, beech says:
- Here I am! Where is the warrior?
Where is there grip? Are?
And grandmother for grasp.
- Stop! - screaming. - Forward either step!
Evon Shastai - according to ask!
All the bones are lying,
And I will not give the grandduce!

Buried on grandmother beech
Saw as a mountain.
Although I loved grandma grandson,
- know, really was old ...
Like Ilyushka hiding
For the row, for the pot, -
But him with his pillow
Owls join the bag ...

Crystalk on the threshold
Owls rude in response
And gym on the road
Bequin removes the trail ...
And Ilyushka? And Ilyushka
From the hut in the distance
Bumping your pillow
Over the ground flies in a bag.

He flies in claws from owls
Above the tops of forests
He can not say words
He is from fear - a little alive ...
In the dark laughing owls
He has over his head.
Just suddenly the end of the flight.
Do not hear the compaction of owls.

The gate creaked quietly
And closed on the goal.
Someone hit the beater,
Slowly cleaned his nose
Someone took a bag with an Ilyushka
And it brought him to the heat ...

Grandma, oha, slightly light
He came running in the village council
She sees - the door, on it oil.
Grandma sat down on the bench:
- I looked upwards,
Lovely Ilya!
Flew away, he, Falcon Clear,
And whether home will come back
By road dangerous
Without clothes - in winter?!

-What happened, sharkin? -
People grandmother will not understand.
And water from the decanter
She serves to get drunk.
- We help you ready!
Crying grandmother in three streams!
- Ili Sovie
In unknown edges!
Behind the swamp, for urman
Where the loop is looped,
In a dark wooden house
Beech old lives.

Overwhelmed beech boredom
Says beech on a peneck
And sighs:
- I would be a grandson or granddaughter ... on the day!
Seli b in the evening to the stove,
Candle Song Zazhgori
And word to the word
Conversations b started!
I b it - about ancient,
He would be about novelty.
Today - know everything in the world -
Children know everything!

Often saw birch,
And hazel, and vine,
How tears tears tears
And misty eyes
How she secretly in the arms
Kissed children's trail
How wondered on the chamomile:
"Will the granddaughter or not?"

Becapped boredom!
The night will come - she does not sleep.
From longing for the grandson of beech
Lost appetite,
Lost weight, went -
No former life!
Beech Owls call told,
Yes, in the village. And here - Ilya ...
He sits, hugging a pillow,
On an unleashed bag
On the nose of its freckles
And tears on the cheek ...

Rubbing hands, beech
Bypassed Ilya
Repeating: -We, well!
Ah yes sovuki mine!
Stand, oscillate, swollen eyes
And from fear is not trembling!
I would like a fairy tale ... at least stunning,
At least so much - tell me!
Tell the poem -
I grind you jam.
SPEA SPEA OR
Although about the trait itself!

Replies to her Ilyushka:
-I know nothing...
I can be capricious,
And even fool:
TV of all faster
Switch on the go!

Buka looked harsh,