Verses great train memory and develop a mind that has been proven by scientists.A poem about the war for the children, help the child to not only develop, but also feel the story is told in the verses of the war for the children to feel what the author wanted to convey his lines.
Great Patriotic War ended 70 years ago, but the memory of the heroism that made our ancestors to live in the novels, stories, films and poems for children of war.
Mayor brought the boy in the carriage ...
Mayor brought the boy in the carriage.
mother perished.The son will not forgive her.
Ten years on, and this light
He zachtutsya these ten days.
He was carried from the fortress of Brest.
was scratched bullets carriage.
Father seemed to be a safe place
now in the world for child does not.
father was wounded, and the broken gun.
Tied to the board, so as not to fall, clung to his chest
gray-haired boy was sleeping on a gun carriage.
We walked towards him from Russia.
Waking up, he waved his han
troops You say that there are other,
I was there and I have to go home ...
You know firsthand the grief, it
And we heart sank.
who just saw this boy,
Home will not be able to come through.
I need to see the same eyes,
that I wept there, in the dust,
As the boy back with us and kiss
handful of their land.
for all that you and I cherish,
called us to fight the military law.
Now my house is not where formerly lived,
And where it is taken away from the boys.
today are increasingly faced with the fact that very young children and the older generation does not know when to begin and end World War II.Not to mention the names and surnames of heroes of the time.Parents are the main source of information for their children - must convey to them information about what World War II.
barefoot boy in his cap
barefoot boy in his cap with a thin
Halt arranged on the road,
To bite dry rations.
crust of bread, two potatoes -
Everything harsh weight and expense.
And, as a large, palm crumbs
with great care - in the mouth.
Sneaked dusty side.Looks
, thoughtful man.
- Son, should be an orphan?
And on the face, in the eyes, it seems, -
longstanding annoyance shadow.
Anyone and everyone all about the same,
And they ask are not lazy.
face you seriously looking,
Yet he hesitates to open his mouth.
- Well, an orphan.- Immediately: - Uncle,
would give you better finish smoking.
When and why there was a war in 1941, it tells of the heroism of our compatriots of that time, about how many people had to experience grief and how he had been united.
perfect way to tell the children about World War II - to take a good poem for the children of war and read it with your child, to understand the story of the poem, is required, so that the child knew the author of the poem.
boy from the village of Popovka
among snowdrifts and funnels
In the village, utterly destroyed,
Worth, squinting child -
last citizen of the village.
Scared white kitten,
chip stoves and chimneys -
And that's all that survived
of the old life and the hut.
worth Bald Peter
and crying like an old man without tears,
three years he lived in the world,
A learned and endured.
When it burned his hut,
hijacked my mother from the yard,
At a hastily dug grave
lying dead sister.
Do not let a fighter, rifle,
avenge the enemy for the blood spilled in Popovka,
And for the child in the snow.
After reading the poem for the children of war need to ask questions about your child.What does the poem?Who is the hero (s) of the poem?Listen to questions of the child, as much it may not be clear.If you do not know the answer to his question, do not shy away.Get together and find answers using the encyclopedia or the Internet.
in besieged these days, we have not learned ...
days in the besieged
We have not learned:
Between adolescence and childhood
Where the hell?We
And only forty-five -
And there is trouble ...
have lived many years,
Suddenly scared because,
that we will not
No older or adults,
What if ...
A boy from the blockade
from hunger and could not cry out loud,
You do not remember anything,
found you half dead in the wreckage
Girls of the air defense brigade.
and someone shouted: "Girls, vozmёmte!»
And someone gently lifted from the ground.
will invest in a slice of stale bread hand,
wrapped in a company brought.
little grumbling to fudge this,
Their commander, though he was very strict,
You wrote a soldier in the drill,
As they say on the boiler rations.
A girl came with a shift right,
sat down surrounding your bed,
And you newfound word "mama»
did not know which one to call.
Home awaken your child curiosity, the desire to know and understand what is said in the children's poems about the war.
Our history is undergoing hard times.Her constantly rewritten, the new generations have to tell the story of "perekroennom" as a new way.
Dreams besieged boys
screens - boring crosses ...
and night never ceases cannonade,
A blond boyish dream
Lead me grandfathers garden.
So you want to touch the hand
Until ripe apple transparent skin,
See again smile and quiet
on the faces of passers-by hurrying!
so eager to my mom,
As before, contagious laugh,
Wounded earth explosions
In flower rosah again bathed!
Paper kite light sped away with the breeze
up wide-open sky.
and eat - excitedly!Before
delicious smelling loaf of bread!
a lot of information is lost due to the fact that the primary sources will not be able to give the information, but it is the people themselves who have experienced those terrible events, they are becoming less and less.
Children in Auschwitz
men tortured children.
work - tortured children.
And it every day again:
swear swearing for no reason ...
But the children were not clear,
what they want from their men.
What - offensive words,
beatings, starvation, dogs growl?
And the children first thought,
What kind of disobedience.
They could not imagine
what was open to all:
According to the logic of the ancient land,
from adult children are waiting for protection.
And the days were still as death terrible,
Both children were exemplary.
But they still beat.Just
or remove them from the guilt.
they grab for the people.
They prayed.And loved.
But men "ideas" were,
men tortured children.
I'm alive.Breathe.I love people.
But life happens I fast,
Once remembered it - was!
Men tormented children!
poems about the war to teach their children to respect the veterans and consciously cherish the memory of them.Victory Day should not be a red day calendar, this is a great holiday, the greatest holiday celebrated in our country.
Many now extinguished in the memory, and lives
trifle, a trifle:
girl lost doll
crossed paths on the railways.
above the platform of the steam locomotives
floated low in the plain leaving ...
Warm rain whispered in the birches,
but no one noticed the rain.
The trains were then east,
walked in silence, without light and water,
full of sudden and brutal,
bitter human ills.
girl cried and asked
and torn from their mothers' arms, -
seemed to her so beautiful and desirable
this doll suddenly.
But no one gave her toys,
and the crowd rushing to the landing,
trampled doll from the van
in the flowing liquid mud.
Little's death will not believe,
and separation do not understand it ...
So even though this tiny loss
reached for her war.
Nowhere to escape from a strange thought:
is not a toy, not a trifle, -
it may be a piece of iron on childhood
(V. Tushnova 1943)
Flower of Life
the road of life - smooth, spryamlёnnoy,
-flooded asphalt - speeding the flow of cars.
left, on the mound, the sun who strives
meets their white stone flower.
Memory imperishable children of the blockade on land sacred
he ever brought up, and the heart
hot all children in the world
It is a call to friendship, to the World converted.
braking, driver!Hold, people!
Come closer, heads bowed.
Think about those who are not adults,
Those children screened the heart of the city.
by the road of life whispering birches,
shaggy gray hair brash breeze.
not ashamed of people, and do not hide the tears,
weeps with you stone flower.
How many of them died - young Leningrad?How
not hear thunder storms peace?
we compress the teeth, so as not to burst into tears.
to mourn all, we do not have enough tears.
They were buried in mass graves.
was a rite of blockade, war, cruel.
and flowers then we did not bring them.
Now let their memory here blooming flower.
He sprouted up through the stones, which greatly centuries,
rise above the forest of white petal.
entire Russian land, the entire planet Earth
Wieden this white stone flower.
Let's tell our children the words of the poet in verse for the children of war.
We hope our selection of poems for children of war has helped you find a poem that will appeal to your child.