Poetess fly. "early development of children" - children and books. A song about a multi-storey building

Mukha Renata Grigorievna is a special name in Russian literature for children. The poetess subtly felt her native language and masterfully mastered it. The writer called herself a translator of animal languages, as well as vegetables, fruits, rains and galoshes. "Translations" by Renata Grigoryevna are full of optimism. Her poems appeal to both adults and young readers. The writer herself did not consider her work strictly childish.

The childhood and youth of the poetess

On the last day of January 1933, Renata Mukha was born in the family of a military man and a teacher. The biography of the writer is still not fully known, and information about her life is just beginning to be collected by fans and friends. The poet's parents then lived in Odessa. Mother - Alexandra Solomonovna Shekhtman, was born there in 1913. She graduated from Kharkov University (at that time it had a different name, and in the 60s it moved to a different status). After the war, she headed one of the departments there. The poet's father - Grigory Gerasimovich Mukha, a Ukrainian, was born in the village of Bolshie Sorochintsy, Poltava province. He was a military man and served in Odessa. He has military awards for participation in the Second World War.

Renata Grigoryevna spent her early childhood in a multilingual environment. In the courtyard where her family lived, one could meet Jews, Germans, Greeks, Russians, and Ukrainians. Perhaps this contributed to the development of the great interest of the poetess in foreign languages.

When Renata was 5 years old, her parents divorced. The girl stayed with her mother.

During the war, the family moved to Tashkent. And the father goes to the front. There is a touching recollection in the retelling of the writer Marina Boroditskaya about how little Renata managed to take 2 books with her when moving: “Taras Bulba” and “The Adventures of Karik and Valya”, which she learned by heart, lying under the bed during the years of evacuation. They were her treasure and salvation in difficult times.

In 1944, Mukha Renata Grigorievna returned to Kharkov, where she graduated from the 116th women's gymnasium. The question of admission to the institute began to be decided.

By that time, the writer was already fluent in German, knew Yiddish and a little French (she studied it at school). Young Renata chose Kharkiv University (English Department, Faculty of Foreign Languages) for admission, which she successfully graduated from, remaining there to work as an assistant professor at the Department of English Philology. In the 50s, under the pseudonym Natasha, she even hosted a program on Kharkov television to learn English.

Language learning methodology - "Fabulous English"

After graduating from the university, Mukha Renata Grigoryevna defended her doctoral degree and wrote about 40 scientific papers. She came up with an original method of learning English - "Fabulous English". Its essence lies in learning through fairy tales, magical and entertaining stories - everything that gives the student joy and arouses his interest. The criteria for selecting stories for lessons are:

  • natural, catchy and rhythmic language;
  • 70-75% of the words known to the student, so as not to be distracted from the narrative, explaining new expressions;
  • the presence of many repetitions;
  • the presence of dialogues with short remarks;
  • dynamism (preference for action over description);
  • the presence of a poem or song, under which you can do physical exercises;
  • not too long story text that can be completed in one lesson;
  • not too archaic texts (it is better to use modern texts with pictures).

In this technique, it is very important not to read the story, but to speak it out with the involvement of students in the dialogue process.

Since 1990, Mukha Renata Grigoryevna has been talking a lot about her methodology in England, Germany, and the USA. Moreover, the Russian language was fabulous in these cases.

First verses

Mukha Renata Georgievna did not write poetry either in childhood or in her youth. The first poem that became famous is the story of an unfortunate snake that was bitten by a wasp.

This little masterpiece was heard in the 60s by Vadim Levin, then already a well-known children's poet. He learned that the author of the text was a professor in the department of English philology. Subsequently, these people formed an amazing tandem. They have repeatedly released joint collections of poems, admitting that they are very comfortable working together.

Release of a collection of poems

The co-author of the first collection of poems by Renata Grigoryevna is Nina Voronel. He saw the light in 1968 in the publishing house "Kid" and was called "Trouble". The illustrations for it were made by Viktor Chizhikov (father of the famous Olympic bear). Unfortunately, there is no content in the book with an exact indication of authorship, so it is impossible to determine exactly who wrote what. The collection contains 8 poems, among them: “A wasp stung”, “About a white horse and about a black horse”, “Trouble”.

Some works in the collection are found in later editions in a modified form. For example, a story about a horse and galoshes. It is not known who started this story: Vadim Levin or his co-author Renata Mukha. The poems are recognizable, they even made a wonderful cartoon "A horse bought 4 galoshes".

Collections of poems in collaboration

After the first collection of works, for almost 25 years there has not been a single author's edition of the poetess named Renata Mukha. Poems are sometimes published in periodicals: Literary Gazette, Komsomolskaya Pravda, Ogonyok, and even in the Chicago newspaper Ku-ku.

Finally, in 1993, the publishing house "Two Elephants" published a collection "About a stupid horse ...". There are 3 co-authors on the cover: Polly Cameron and the permanent duet of Levin and Mucha.

In 1994, the publishing house "Enlightenment" published a collection of poems "Eccentrics". It includes poems by Russian poets, as well as translations of foreign ones, including works by Renata Mucha. The compiler of the collection was Vadim Levin.

Moving to Israel

In the mid-90s, the writer moved to Israel. She lives in the city of Beersheba and continues to teach English to Israelis at the University. Ben Gurion. Interestingly, when applying for a job, she was forbidden to tell students that she was connected with Russia.

Renata Grigoryevna is a member of the Union of Russian-speaking authors of Israel.

She is valued as a teacher and scientist.

In Israel, the writer met Mark Galesnik, who helps her publish her first author's collections.

Lifetime editions of Renata Mucha's poems

Readers of Renata Mucha today

Renata Grigoryevna died in 2009. Her books are published again and again, continuing to delight adults and children in different parts of the world. Among the recommendations for reading from young mothers, the name always sounds enthusiastically - Renata Mukha. "Lullaby" and her other poems were set to music by Sergei Nikitin.

I would like to finish with the words of Yevgeny Yevtushenko: “The small but great poet Renata Mukha deserves to have her poems not only included in school anthologies, but also accompany all of us through life, even those who turn gray, but do not grow old in soul, because such poems are not for us will allow."

On January 31, 1933, a wonderful children's poetess Renata Grigoryevna Mukha (1933-2009) was born in Odessa. A brilliant philologist, researcher of English syntax, she wrote poetry, without which today it is impossible to imagine a good childhood. You've definitely met them. They are concise and witty, everything turns out so easily in them that you want to re-read it again and laugh again.

“The heroes of my poems,” she wrote, “are animals, birds, insects, rains and puddles, wardrobes and beds, but I don’t consider myself a children’s poet. It is easier for me to consider myself a translator from bird, cat, crocodile, shoe, from the language of rains and galoshes, fruits and vegetables. And to the question to whom I address my poems, I answer: - I write on demand.

Hippopotamus

In the family of a friend
Hippo
There is a hippopotamus
And Hippo.
But here's the question
And thin enough:
Where are the others
Hippo descendants?
Asking is embarrassing
Calling is indecent
And all this is very
Hypothetical...
And though not exhausted
This topic
ends
Hippopopopoema.

Cockroach

Lived in the Tarakan apartment,
In a crack at the threshold.
He didn't bite anyone.
Didn't touch anyone
Didn't scratch anyone
Didn't pinch
Didn't regret
And his home
Very respected.
So the Cockroach would have lived
Life with everyone in the world.
... Only people wound up
He has an apartment.

The dog was offended

I shared both joy and sorrow with them.
Why write this on the fence?
And if for them I'm really evil,
I won't do it again.
Let them bark themselves.

Bed

Where is this bed for sale?
To go to bed early and wake up late?

Sausage

Lives in the world Boiled Sausage,
Unsatisfied by itself.

family drama

Horrible drama in the Octopus family:
Dad and Mom fight at breakfast
And the poor children stand on the threshold
And ask parents to take a step.

Rain

The rain reaches for the cloud,
Whispers to Cloud on the move:
"Mom, it's boring,
Mom, it's boring!
Mother!
Can I go?"

Diet Brawl

How many cruel separations in the world!
Somehow Carrot and Onion quarreled.
And menacingly Carrot said to the enemy:
"Okay, we'll meet. Later. In ragout."

Elk

Okay, thought Elk.
I didn't want to, but I had to.

Simple sentence

Simple sentence
lay motionless.
And waiting to continue
blank lines below.
“What a sequel! -
sighed Proposal -
Don't you understand
that I got to the point?

Preview illustration: painting by Evgenia Gapchinskaya

Renata Mukha
1933 - 2009
"Heroes of my poems, she wrote, - animals, birds, insects, rains and puddles, cupboards and beds, but I don't consider myself a children's poet. It is easier for me to consider myself a translator from bird, cat, crocodile, shoe, from the language of rains and galoshes, fruits and vegetables. And to the question to whom I address my poems, I answer: - I write on demand.


Here is what Renata Grigoryevna herself wrote in her brief autobiography for Novye Izvestia -
________________________________________ __________________
“I was born in Odessa in 1933. In 1936, the family (father is a military man, mother is a teacher) moved to Kharkov, from where in 1941 my father went to the front, and my mother and I were evacuated to Tashkent.
We arrived in Tashkent in October 1941. I was eight years old. Leaving the house for school, I turned right, but they didn’t let me go to the left, because local children ran around and teased:
- Vykovyryannaya (i.e. evacuated)! Do you want a chicken?
Even in that direction were the Tashkent medical and bazaar. One day, returning from there, my very excited Odessa aunt, also evacuated to Tashkent, jumped in on us and shouted from the threshold:
- So that I live like that, whom I just saw! This "Mulya, don't make me nervous"!!!
Our neighbor intervened:
- Well, yes, she (meaning Faina Ranevskaya) rents a room there with this writer.
- "With this writer," my mother said bitterly and read the first love poem that I heard in my life. It ended like this:

"Suffocating, I shouted:" Joke
All that has gone before. If you leave, I'll die."
Smiled calmly and creepily
And he said to me, "Don't stand in the wind."

This is Anna Akhmatova, - my mother told me.
Later she talked a lot about Akhmatova, read her poems. And when I met a prettier woman in the street in a little torn dress, I thought:
- Probably, this is Anna Akhmatova.
In 1944 we returned to Kharkov, where I graduated from high school, university, graduate school and defended my PhD thesis.
She worked at the Department of English Philology of Kharkiv University as an assistant professor. She was engaged in research in the field of English syntax, prepared the course "Mother Goose visiting Hen Ryaba" on the influence of English children's literature on Russian, developed the technique "Fabulous English" on the use of oral storytelling in teaching foreign languages. She has published over forty scientific papers in the Soviet Union and abroad. I regularly speak to Russian and English-speaking audiences with poems and stories. In Israel, since 1995, she taught English at the University of Beer Sheva.
I didn’t write poetry either in childhood, or in my youth, or in early youth, and I didn’t intend to write at all. But the sixties came. Boris Chichibabin returned to Kharkiv from prison, Bulat Okudzhava visited, Yevgeny Yevtushenko came, songs of Novella Matveeva arrived. And I got my first poem. It contained two lines and two errors:

"We lived in the same corridor Kaloshi,
The right one is full of holes and the left one is good."

Mistakes, by the way, were easy to fix. More or less like this:

“Kaloshi and I lived in the same corridor.
The right one is full of holes and the left one is good."

And while my fellow writers and physicists were trying to fix these galoshes, I became the author of other poems and even two new literary genres - "non-treaties" and "the beginning follows." In 1998, I published my first book of poems, some of which were co-authored with Vadim Levin. The book is called "Hippopopoeme" and is subtitled "For Former Children and Future Adults" (1998), followed by "Inconsistencies" (2001), "A Little About the Octopus" (2004), "Once, or maybe twice" (2005 ) and "I don't sleep here" (2006).
The heroes of my poems are animals, birds, insects, rains and puddles, wardrobes and beds, but I don't consider myself a children's poet. It is easier for me to consider myself a translator from bird, cat, crocodile, shoe, from the language of rains and galoshes, fruits and vegetables. And when asked to whom I address my poems, I answer: "I am writing on demand." I am a philologist and translator by profession. At some point, I realized that, walking along the streets, I suddenly understand what the dog is barking at me, what the cat is meowing about, what exactly the tree is creaking about.
That's why I started translating from bird, cat, dog, shoe, wardrobe... I was learning new languages ​​all the time. The language of slippers is completely different from the language of high heels!

And one more thing: Renata Mukha is not a pseudonym, this is my maiden name - from my father, and according to my passport I am Renata Grigoryevna Tkachenko, and this is from my husband.
________________________________________ _____________________

She was talented in everything she undertook - in teaching English, in writing scientific papers, in brilliant variety performances and in composing small, but incredibly funny poems - small lines.

Where is this bed for sale?
To go to bed early and wake up late?

Lives in the world Boiled Sausage,
Unsatisfied by itself.

Yesterday the crocodile smiled so viciously
That I still feel uncomfortable for him.

Descendants are smarter than ancestors
But these cases are relatively rare.

When a Troglodyte spoils you,
Is there something that guides them?

Renata Grigorievna was "lured" into writing children's poems by her friend, the children's poet Vadim Levin.
When Renata died, Vadim Aleksandrovich wrote and dedicated a book to her called "My winged co-author."
With her work, Renata Mukha continued the traditions of the poetry of the absurd, the poetry of nonsense, which were recognized by Soviet ideologists as "the trends of the West." And after the repatriation, there was nothing to even dream about the release here, in the Union, of the author's collection. And even when relations with the capitalists began to warm up, those who left "there" were reluctantly printed with us, hence the co-authorship with Polly Kamerun and Vadim Levin.
But now Renata Mukha is being published with pleasure both here and there. And they love her everywhere equally strongly.
Her poems are distinguished by an abyss of humor, they are full of imagination and fun play.

She was called "Translator from the Bird".
"A real children's poet is always a translator from the Elvish, tin soldier or Moidodyr language.
And she was real. And she translated what she heard on the run, on the fly. Her quatrains and couplets "for former children and future adults" quickly entered life as proverbs.
("New nazeta")

Evgeny Yevtushenko wrote about Renata Grigoryevna:

"Not a biting fly at all.

She is a thinking poet, but invincibly cheerful, as if she was not allowed to complain about life by all those who lived in genetic fear from the long-standing Odessa pogroms, and from Nazi gas chambers, and from the murder of Solomon Mikhoels, and from the "doctors' case". The love of life that she teaches with her poems is the fear she conquered.
I have been to Israel several times and not only have I not met her personally, but I have not even heard her name from anyone, and I learned about her only four years ago in Moscow. This just doesn't surprise me. Brothers-writers in our country do not really like to introduce foreigners to their colleagues. So I didn’t notice the Flies - we will assume it’s my own fault.
Now I noticed. She has a light, but still "thought". After all, she is from Odessa, and the peculiar Odessa omarchyism does not fade even far from this legendary city.
Poems by Renata Mucha, choking with delight, were recited by memory by one of our cinematographers, and some of them he wrote down at my request. His delight passed to me, and in it I remain to this day.
In Renata's poems, the best traditions of children's-adult or adult-children's poems are intertwined - that's how you like it more.

They have "...Special, Jewish-Russian air... Blessed is he who has ever breathed it," as Dovid Knut wrote. And, of course, here you can feel the charming Ukrainian woman, who is woven into the poems of Korney Chukovsky and Eduard Bagritsky, and into the prose of Yuri Olesha and Valentin Kataev. And why was Mark Bernes the favorite movie character of the Soviet audience? Yes, because everything Odessa - Russian, Jewish, Ukrainian - is so harmoniously and charmingly intertwined in his images. It is this multicoloredness that is saved in the poems of Renata Mucha.

But Renata Grigoryevna's talent shone not only in poetry.
She taught with passion.
And each of her English lessons - whether it was a lesson with kids or a lecture for students - turned into a small performance, a theatrical sketch, an impromptu show where she sang songs, recited poems, invented games ...
"Renata was a deadly variety person,- recalls the famous writer Dina Rubina. - She was a master and genius of oral storytelling! When Renata spoke, the audience sat just like a herd of rabbits, listening to her and not looking away. And when Renata - it was a special trick - when she talked about Sarah Abramovna, her aunt, her voice soared to such heights that it rang and swelled. In general, I was afraid that the chandelier would fall, because THAT is how it rang! It was brilliant and I hope someone recorded it. And this can be recorded on some discs, because Renata as a storyteller is a certified winner of the English storytelling competition".

Indeed, in 1994, Renata Mukha took part in the oral story festival in the American city of Provo, Utah. In the entire 20-year history of this annual storytelling festival, one of the most popular in the United States, she remains the only participant invited to speak for whom English is not her native language. And after all, she stated all her stories, of course, in English: these are the conditions of the festival. On the last day, Renata managed to capture the attention of seven thousand spectators so much that they sang a lullaby after her - but in Russian!
"There are no prizes and awards at this festival and there never was,- says Renata's husband, mathematics professor Vadim Tkachenko, - the reward was the very invitation to speak at it among five other famous storytellers.

And in 2006, Renata Mucha became a laureate of the medal of the society "House of Janusz Korczak in Jerusalem".

Unfortunately, Renata Grigoryevna was seriously ill in the last years of her life. She heroically fought the disease and found the strength in herself to talk funny even about completely unhappy things. August 24, 2009 Renata passed away ...
In honor of this wonderful writer, poetry evenings are held, literary competitions are dedicated to her, recently, on her 80th birthday, a WEBSITE where you can learn more about her work.

Well, all those who were lucky enough to know Renata Grigoryevna love her and remember her with great warmth.

"Man falls into childhood,
Like a river flows into the sea
Breaks out of tight
Shores and categories.
Away worries, away misfortunes
And another in the same vein.
There is happiness in life
Like the poems of Renata Mucha" (F. Krivin)

"To whom - peace, to whom - robbery,
Who is alive with glory, and who is with a salary,
And I remember! - alive with you -
My sister, my destiny
My co-author Renata!" (V. Levin)

"The small but great poet Renata Mukha deserves to have her poems not only included in school anthologies, but also accompany us all through life, even those who turn gray, but do not grow old in soul, because such poems will not allow us to do this."(E. Evtushenko)

"Good Bad Weather"

For those who already have the Stung Already book... and especially for those who don't have it.
So, the book "Good Bad Weather" is simple for all of you. needed!
I explain why :)

So, two books of poems by Renata Mucha.
Both - with drawings by Evgeny Antonenkov.
Both are Machaon publishing houses.
But they are very different from each other.

Firstly, there are more poems in "Weather" than in "Already"!
Namely.
There are 12 (!) poems in "Weather" that are not in "Already" -
obedient rain;
Terrible grief;
Good mother;
Snail;
Good bad weather;
Scarecrow;
Morning walk;
Ship;
Offended shoes;
Find mistakes;
People's garden;
Book lullaby.

True, the poem "Cow" is in the book "Stung Already", but not in "Weather", for some reason :(

But how can you and your child live without this poem, for example:

good mother

Through fields and glades,
Through deserts and savannahs
Taking a child for a walk
Despite the heat

On days when other mothers
Resting on sofas
Having pocketed a Kangaroo,
Jumping Mom Kangaroo.

I, for example, can not do without such a poem!
As well as without "Book's lullaby"!!! I just love her!

...and in the corner, at the end of the Page,
Carry hung nose -
He is parting from the third syllable
Handled very badly...

Drawings by Evgeny Antonenkov in both books are almost all DIFFERENT!
(look in the comparison)

And I personally like the publication of Pogoda more than Uzha.
"Good Bad Weather" - a large square format (like Brodsky's "Tugboat", for example), and "Uzh" - a reduced, landscape format. But the large format of the "Weather" will by no means prevent you from reading the book comfortably with the child. Since the book is light (due to the offset) and opens perfectly.
And I like the font in the "Weather" more. It is handwritten and very readable.
Paper (thick smooth offset) and print quality in both books - on top.

In general, I choose "Weather" ... and you yourself see which of the two books you like more!
And be sure to replenish your library with at least one of them (if you still don’t have books by this wonderful children’s poetess in your library)!
After all, it is simply impossible to live without Renata Grigoryevna's POEMS!

Publishing house - Machaon
Year - 2014

Paper - offset
Format - very large, square
Pages - 68
Circulation - 7,000 copies




"Stung already"

Publishing house - Machaon
Year - 2011
Binding - cardboard with partial varnishing
Paper - offset
Format - landscape
Pages - 40
Circulation - 5,000 copies

Renata Mukha

From the pen of this fragile little poetess came out more than one bewitching poem for all ages. Renata Mukha is the author of the collections Trouble (published in 1968 together with Nina Voronel), About the Stupid Horse, the Forgetful Owl, the Behemoth Brothers, the Cat-who-could-not-purr, and the Kitten-who-thought-that-he- tiger "(released in 1993 in collaboration with Polly Cameron and Vadim Levin), "Hippopopoeme" (1998), "Reticences" (2001) and "There are miracles in life" (2002), "A little about the octopus" (2004), " Once, maybe twice” (2005).

Mukha's talent was first appreciated by her colleagues in the creative craft. Usually stingy with praise, Boris Zakhoder expressed the attitude of his contemporaries very succinctly: “A very talented lady is Renata Mukha. An amazingly talented poet. It was a kind of pass to the world, in which they started talking about her as a new wonderful children's poet.

Renata Mukha is a children's poet in terms of attitude. What she can notice is often not seen by other adult poets. Her poems are kind, humane, crafty and naive. She does not consider herself a poet for adults and declares in all seriousness that “actually, if you look closely, creativity is not childish. That's what I call my poems: for former children and future adults - it's a joke, but that's how it is.

The situations described often resemble pictures from our daily life.

elephant family
Scared to death -
Elephant has a cold:
And cough and runny nose.
Got the medicines
Compresses are ready
But WHERE is it for sale?
Trunk scarf?

“The heroes of my poems,” she wrote, “are animals, birds, insects, rains and puddles, wardrobes and beds. It is easier for me to consider myself a translator from bird, cat, crocodile, shoe, from the language of rains and galoshes, fruits and vegetables. All the characters are cute, touching and funny. They are restless and always ready to go on an adventure. They are not afraid of danger, the main thing is that a good friendly company is selected.

Have you heard of Little Penguin?
And he is in the Far North, on the Extreme Ice Floe,
Without boots, frustrated, standing in the snow to the waist -
He went to dinner with Grandma and mixed up the pole.
I got to the North Pole, but I wanted to go to the South Pole,
And here he stands, confused and, it seems, with a cold.
Little Penguin's Big Journey.

All poems by Renata Mucha are permeated with good humor. Usually it is based on a word game, when the meaning of set expressions shifts. The familiar is seen from unusual angles. Very often this approach helps to solve serious problems.

Horrible drama in the Octopus family:
Mom and dad fight over dinner.
And the poor children stand on the threshold
And ask parents to take a step.

Yesterday the Crocodile smiled so viciously
That I still feel uncomfortable for him.

One of the finds of her work is paired verses. On the one hand, the thought in them develops according to one scenario, and on the other hand, it is highlighted from a completely different angle. Moreover, the meaning of the poem depends on the order in which the lines are located. Swap them and get a different output.

TOAD AND UZH
Life in the pond is boring for the Toad.
Run there Already ...

UZH AND TOAD
Already, despite the absence of a sting,
The Green Toad respected her in her soul.

With children, Renata Muhu is united by an interest in the game. She just plays with rhymes. Changing the words in places, she fantasizes, presents one or the other picture, getting one or the other meaning. Sometimes it plays out to the point that the bad suddenly becomes good, and the good becomes unbearably bad.

Worth Rainy Weather
And he is surprised, sighing:
“Such puddles!
Mud in the throat.
Well who said
What am I bad?
And here's "Bad Good Weather":
Six months since morning
There is a terrible heat
And even the sun
These days
Dreaming of hiding
In the shadow.

A song about a multi-storey building

In a nine story building
On the tenth floor
No one is lodged
Except,
No one is lodged
Except,
No one is lodged
Except
Those who are there
lives
Already.
In collaboration with Vadim Levin

Poems about bad weather
Part 1

The weather was bad.
It was damp outside.
A man walked through the city
And ate a sandwich without cheese.

Part 2

The weather was bad.
The moon has gone out in the sky.
A man walked through the city
And ate a sandwich without butter.

Part 3

The weather was bad.
The sky darkened angrily.
A man walked through the city
And ate a sandwich without bread.

Worms and woodpeckers

"Do Woodpeckers Eat
Chervyakov? -
Worm asked.
And he was.

Scientist

One of our scientists
From everyone in secret
Thought it was winter
Colder than summer.

But somehow
Walking in the winter along the alley,
He understood,
What is it anyway
Summer
Warmer.

Secret song about baby elephant

Through Borneo and Jamaica
Elephant walks
In shorts and a T-shirt
He wears his mother's panama.
Just this -
Between us.

A short poem about a long journey

You didn't hear anything
about Little Penguin?
And he is in the Far North,
on the Extreme Ice Floe,
Without boots, upset,
stands in the snow waist-deep -
He went to dinner with Grandma
and reversed the pole.

Got to the North Pole
but he wanted to go to the South,
And here stands confused
and seems to have a cold.
In the Far North,
on the Extreme Ice Floe,
Where it wasn't before
penguins and in sight,
Where are the millions of icebergs
maybe even thousands
Where is no Grandma
Can't find a penguin
There is an abandoned penguin,
alone in the wilderness of the arctic,
And no good
practically no longer waiting.

But then the sun warmed
and the ice floe broke away,
And to Grandma in Antarctica
delivered Penguin.
And the story ends
not so bad at all
Grandma rejoiced,
groaned with joy:
“Well, always accidents!
You act like a little one!
You go on a trip
and forget the boots!”
Then the Penguin ate
and finally understood:
"Of course it's great -
walk on your own!
Such an adventure
I need in my life:
I can now please
where do you want to get lost
Alone, even together
with Grandma...
Although it's probably better
Walk in the Far North
only as a last resort."

Cow

Early in the morning,
At half past two
On midday
The cow came to us.
And without saying a word
Silent and strict
She whispered to me sternly:
"Don't drink raw milk."
stood up
And scratched the gate on the horns.

Hippopotamus

In the family of a friend
Hippo
There is a hippopotamus
And Hippo.
But here's the question
And thin enough:
Where are the others
Hippo descendants?
Asking is embarrassing
Calling is indecent
And all this is very
Hypothetical...
And though not exhausted
This topic
Hippopopopoema ends.

Lonely pig

Along the long path
Unwashed Pig
Runs
Completely alone.
She runs and runs
And suddenly
Suddenly
Her back itched.
Unwashed Pig
Turned off the path
And to us
I knocked on the yard.
And grunted pitifully:
"Let me please
Oh your
Scratch the fence."

Renata Grigorievna Mukha(1933, Odessa - 2009, Beersheba, Israel) - children's poetess.

Biography

She worked at the Department of English Philology of Kharkiv University, defended her Ph.D. thesis, and is the author of more than 40 scientific papers. She was engaged in research in the field of English syntax, prepared the course "Mother Goose visiting Hen Ryaba" on the influence of English children's literature on Russian, developed the technique "Fabulous English" on the use of oral storytelling in teaching foreign languages.

Since 1995, Renata Mukha has lived in Israel, in the city of Beer Sheva. She taught at the University. Ben Gurion. In 2006 she became a laureate of the medal of the Janusz Korczak House in Jerusalem society.

Author of the collections of poems Trouble (with Nina Voronel, 1968), About the Stupid Horse, the Forgetful Owl, the Behemoth Brothers, the Cat-who-could-not-purr, and the Kitten-who-thought-he-was-a-tiger (with Polly Cameron and Vadim Levin, 1993), "Hippopopoeme" (1998), "Reticences" (2001), "There are miracles in life" (2002).

“The heroes of my poems,” she wrote, “are animals, birds, insects, rains and puddles, wardrobes and beds, but I don’t consider myself a children’s poet. It is easier for me to consider myself a translator from bird, cat, crocodile, shoe, from the language of rains and galoshes, fruits and vegetables. And to the question to whom I address my poems, I answer: - I write on demand.

Books

  • "Trouble" (with Nina Voronel, 1968);
  • "About the Stupid Horse, the Forgetful Owl, the Behemoth Brothers, the Cat-who-could-not-purr, and the Kitten-who-thought-he-was-a-tiger" (with Vadim Levin and Polly Cameron, 1993).
  • "Hippopopoema" (1998);
  • "Inconsistencies" (2001);
  • “There are miracles in life” (2002);
  • "A little about the octopus" (2004);
  • "I don't sleep here!" (2006);
  • “Once, maybe twice. * * Poems for former children and future adults” (2008).
  • "Between us. * * Poems, fairy tales and entertainment for communicating with children "(with Vadim Levin, 2009);
  • "Stung already" (2012);
  • "Polite Elephant" (with [[Lunin, Viktor Vladimirovich|Viktor Lunin] and
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