Russian poets about home. Poems about the house and different things. What does the clock do

SHAGGY GIFT

Every day from morning to night
We asked very, very much:
- Give us a puppy!
But in vain, and yet
There was only one answer for us:
-Don't ask! No and no!

Outside the window March is a prankster,
Mother's Day is coming.
Congratulations on this day
We solemnly bear
Our mother has three flowers
AND…
shaggy puppy!

TWO SONS

Vanya's today
From heels to crown
Black bastards!
And even curls
Black stick out!
Dirty very dirty
My brother came from a walk.
Mom is upset.
She doesn't smile.
Ivan in an instant
Spoiled the mood.
She will have to again
Wash all day long!

Today at Andryushka
From heels to crown
Greens everywhere!
And even curls
They stick out green.
green-pregreen
Little brother today!
And my mother doesn't complain.
Mom smiles!
Stroked Andrey.
He painted the bench
And even the whole balcony
He managed to paint
To everyone's surprise
Mom's birthday!

FAKE
Someone in the house
make-believe
Locked in the refrigerator
cat!!
Peppers in a teapot
ladle
Who poured
make-believe?!
Punish, right?
Earring?
not really
make-believe?
He sheds tears.
Pours into the palm
Maybe too
Make-believe?!

FINGERS

The soap lathers quickly.
Foaming, not lazy.
Washes dirty fingers.
Washes white.
The fingers were different
All day business:
First finger
in paint.
And second
in putty.
The third
in plasticine.
Fourth
in shoe polish.
Fifth finger
in soot.
You can't even see your finger!
Washcloth, soap, foam
Fingers by all means
Washed clean.
And Gena will take
Back to business!

BORSHIK

Today at grandma's
In a blue bowl
There is a delicious borsch.
Very Ksyusha with Dima
They love to eat wrestler.

Who else needs supplements?
In borscht dill and herbs,
Both beets and cabbage.
The plates are already empty
Look, really
The grandchildren ate the whole borsch!
And when they ate
Cheeks flushed,
Grandma smiled.
All!!!
Settled!

FAMILY CAKE

Dad was proud today!
He baked a huge ohm cake.
The cake is beautiful and fluffy.
But it was so salty!
Surprisingly tasteless.
Papa walks sad, sad.
He explained to everyone, then,
How he confused salt with sand
He said he was clueless.
Sorry dad! Seen new
The Japanese recipe was:
Sprinkle salt on each layer!
Oh, how surprised my mother was.
I was surprised. smiled
And then she said:
“The hardest thing is always the beginning!
Forget the failure.
We will not bake in Japanese.
Let's bake a big one now
Delicious cake for the whole family!”

SORRY!

Have you heard the terrible news?
Our Snickers are gone!
We bought a big package
And no more candy!
They disappeared again. Ay-ya-yay!
Didn't meet, by chance?

Then we won't grieve
Let's drink tea.
Drinking tea without sweets is tasteless,
But that's not why it's so sad.

Nobody asked for forgiveness.
Tomorrow all without exception
We all go to the dentist.
- Oh, don't! I do not want!! -
The younger sister pleaded:
- I brushed my teeth in the morning
And even later in the evening.
I'm on the Snickers sneakily
Everyone looked and looked...
Sorry!
I ate them.

NOISE IN THE SWAMP

Quack-quack-cups! Quack-quack-cups!
Two girlfriends in the swamp
Two smart bbws
Will gather at the snags
Heard only:
- Quack-quack-quack
Ducks will not be silent for a single minute!
Qua-qua-kus! Qua-qua-kus!
Two girlfriends in the swamp
Two frogs, two talkers
Can croak for a day or two
Heard only:
- Qua-qua-qua...
And such a hubbub is going on, you can’t make out anything!
Ducks quack loudly
Frogs croak loudly
The ducks were surprised: what kind of joke is this?
Quacks interfere with us,
Talkers - jumpers:
- Quack-quack-quack...
They are not talked about in vain
They can croak for days!
- Ducks were indignant
Frogs hid in green pillows,
Where I grew up high
sharp sedge,
You can barely hear it:
- Kwa-kva-kva
And in response to the snags, you can hear loudly:
- Quack! Quack! Quack!!

FISHERS AND COCKS

Fishermen weep bitterly:
There were worms in the bank
They were pecked by roosters
And fled into the mugs
Can't see the woof now!
Well, why bother?
A chicken is quacking nearby,
And weep for nothing
After all, in green mugs
Chorus of the best cocks
Until the morning you are ready to sing!

FISH OIL AND WORKOUT

The scooters took off.
Did not have time? Not guilty,
That you can't overtake us.
Eh! We rush now
very fast one after another
Circle after circle around the house.
Hey, don't yawn
Increase the speed, go-go-ny!

Brother is chasing after sister
Holds the scooter firmly.
She doesn't want to give up
She laughs merrily:
- Hey, brother, do not fall asleep,
Try to get me!!!

And he's embarrassed to tears
It's not right for a boy to cry.
- Grandma, how can I be,
How can I defeat my sister?

I want to surprise the whole WORLD!!!
- Then drink fish oil,
I'll pour you some soup.
I don't like fish oil!
- You'll have to try.
And let's go to train -
Grandma told him. -
“There is no point in wasting our time.

DIFFERENT GROWTH DREAMS!

What are you dreaming about now?
Tell me what do you want? -
How much I love chewing gum!
I wish I had a bigger pack,
Or better yet, a million!
And to me from all sides
Everyone will run at school
What am I greedy or what?!
This pack, so be it
I can share!

Once! Two! Three! Only speak the truth!
Well, what are you dreaming about?
Tell me what do you want?
-Don't take it as a joke
But I really want a fur coat!
I'll walk in it like a queen
And the girls on the right, on the left
They will look at me.
I want to have a coat!

Once! Two! Three! Only speak the truth!
What is your dream about?
- I dream of becoming a doctor,
For people to live longer
To be more happy.

Dreams are different.
Serious and idle.
There are dreams of great growth,
Growing up to them is not easy.
But if we live with you
Bright, joyful dream,
She warms our hearts
And everything in the world will become more beautiful.
Where is the light and kindness
A dream will always come true!

LULLABY

The gentle sun rolled away.

Night has fallen in a dark blue shawl.

Our old city. sleep and rest.

Children fall asleep: bye-bye-bye.

Here floats in a scarf, slowly, the moon

And she carries stars in a basket.

In the house, grandmother's song is only barely audible.

Bayu-bayu-bayushki-she sings everything.

Asterisks-freckles shine in the sky.

Sleep, hugging pillows, children in silence

Drema-dream-dream. Naughty grandchildren

They will sleep until the sun rises.

Home is where you are ready to return again and again,
Furious, kind, gentle, evil, barely alive, barely alive.
Home is where you will be understood, where they hope and wait,
Where they forgot about the bad - (this is your house).

Beyond the clouds above, a home is prepared for me and you,
The house prepared by the Father to live in, to live in.
But in order to live in this house, you need to keep in your hearts
Peace and warmth, love and light.

The house we live in
Located around the corner.
It is large, multi-storey,
With a new elevator, very important!
He famously wears a hat-roof,
All neighboring houses are higher!
Top - round antenna
In a web of wires
live in it at the same time
One hundred people and one hundred cats!
- Hey hello! - I meet the house,
Lifting your head up,
He shakes the roof in response:
- Good morning, Yaroslav!

I
House
I'll draw
Multi-storey.
Of course he will
A little papery.
Of course he will
Not very brick
But - white-walled,
But - cute.
From this house for sure
No one will ever chase a puppy away.

Serikbaev B.

My beloved, bright house,
In it we live happily!
I wake up early in the morning
stretch very sweetly
Mom gently smile
hug my brother tightly.
Dad cartoon includes us
Mom makes breakfast...
Smells good in our house
Happiness, Joy, Love!!!

Here is a tall house.
Let's go through it with difficulty
Let's eat, let's eat
And let's go to the neighbors.
The house in the windows is like cheese.
Lots and lots of apartments.

Gurina Irina

It's good, it's easy at home,
Where everything is cozy, close and familiar;
I can always hide from problems there,
And do not be afraid of failure and trouble.

I hurry home in a difficult hour rather -
Native walls will warm my heart;
My dear home is my reliable mooring,
He is the beginning of all beginnings for me!

Sometimes it is possible to visit in foreign lands -
There, in my native home, I'm sad, I won't hide it,
And every day I wait more and more impatiently,
When I return to my native places again.

My house, of course, is not a luxurious palace,
But in our life difficult, hectic
There is no place in the world dearer to me,
Warmer, cozier, closer and brighter!

Kryukov Mikhail

Look, this is a house
With a roof, a door and a window,
And with a porch, and with a pipe,
The color of the house is blue.
Feel free to enter the house!
- Are you inviting? Let's go in!

Gol Nikolay

In our songs it is so sung,
How do we think about
That our hearts are beating
Welcome back to your father's house.

Talyzin Vladimir

I'll build myself a house
There will be a lot of space in it!
There will be a table and a stove in the house.
I will let a sheep into my house.
I will let the cockerel into my house,
Well, the chicken - with him.
Both cow and goats
And horses - a piglet.
A dog with a cat - of course,
Have more fun with me.
I need a goose for order,
Who is naughty - pinches the heel.
The owl will live with us -
Guard the house at night...
But I began to doubt something:
Do mom and dad agree?

Stolova I.

Father's house, we all start from there
Maybe we don't always know it.
We love him with childish timidity
We carry the thought of him through the years.

Everyone sees that house in a special way,
Who is a hut, and who is like a palace.
And it doesn't matter how that house is arranged,
It was created by Mother and Father.

Its roof is our eternal protection,
Its walls are a lifeline
Its doors are always open
Its windows give us light in the days of parting.

Father's house is not just a building,
It is an image kept in the hearts.
He is a nest, we are nestlings warmed in it.
Only there we do not feel fear!

To build a new house
They store oak wood,
Bricks, iron, paint,
Nails, tow and putty.
And then, then, then
They start building a house.

Demyanov I.

Let everything be in your house:
Love, peace, comfort, wealth,
May it always be warm
To want to come back.

So that the light does not go out in your house,
To warm joy and hope,
And you would have so much strength
So that you can overcome everything.

May you have a good home for many years
carefully guarded,
Kept from tears, problems and troubles
And he became the best in the world.

To always have a hand in hand,
Eye to eye, shoulder to shoulder.
Rescue beacon light
Your house. Do you need more?

The road is already ending
Separated us from you.
It remains to wait quite a bit -
I will fly to your house.

I will fly towards you
To your words, to your lips.
Just a day, just an evening
We just have to wait today.

Hearts can understand each other -
You muster the rest of your strength.
And hold on a little longer
A little more, as I asked.

And I will appear at the threshold
I will return to my home.
- The road is over
We are already together, my angel!

Another day has come!
You are all mine. And I am all yours!
And those - yesterday - sorrows
Not here anymore, not here anymore...

How good it is with you in the apartment,
How nice it is to be with you.
There is nothing more beautiful in the world
Than returning home!

Davydov Petr

When I have a small house
Then I will lead in my household:
Two fluffy cats
Three fluffy cows
four horned goats,
Five mugs with a pattern of roses,
Six glass glasses
Seven tin knives
Eight teapots new,
Nine tablespoons
Ten dessert spoons
Eleven porcelain bowls.
That's how much
I will lead in my household,
When will I have
Little house.

Fargen E.

And happiness is a village house,
Inherited from our ancestors,
Where peaceful life is filled with work;
A piece of land that we diligently ourselves
Cultivate in early spring
And do not worry about the harvest at night;
A modest dwelling, where in the summer heat
Always saving canopy of coolness
And warms the flame of the hearth in winter.
Peace in the soul - there is no sweeter joy:
Bless what fate has given
And don't expect any other reward from her.

Days easily go to infinity
And the week flies like an arrow.
Finally, I seem to be free
Rest, see you tomorrow, business.

I'm absolutely sure of one thing
That I'll see you soon.
This is the best time
When I'm on my way home!

I'll call you from the car:
“Cover, they say, get ready, meet!”
You hug your own man,
And the candle will burn brightly ...

May there be many such evenings
But I'm in a hurry to you again.
“Well, end it soon, dear!”
There is so much to be said.

A whole day of news and events!
Even you will be surprised, believe me.
I'm already on the elevator...
I've already rung our doorbell!

How familiar is this to me.
A world of peace, love and warmth...
Finally I arrived.
I'm at home!
- Well hello! How are you doing here?

Davydov Petr

There will be, there will be, there will be a house,
we won't be homeless.
The house will be my labor
erected, by breath, by blood,
courage and warmth
devotion and humility...
Will be, will be - mine and yours,
in the pines, in the thickets of lilacs,
near the spring, in the log,
on the coastal slope,
a house in the taiga and a house on the seaside,
a house in the dunes, a house in the snow ...
Not forever - for two days
there will be a home always and everywhere,
if I am, and I
I will,
I will,
I will,
I will!

Tushnova V.

What a pleasure to be back in this house.
I enter it, sure of one thing -
That dinner and comfort will meet me here
That they love me here, pamper me and wait.

In this house, like in a fairytale palace
Wishes come true at the end.
There will be nights more amazing than dreams
Caresses will be more poetic than many words.

I will give myself to these caresses and guilt,
To fall in love with a woman again.
I need this woman all the time...
You are my beloved wife.

Davydov Petr

I want to build a house surrounded by a garden
To be comfortable in it, so that the forest is nearby,
To look like a flower or a bird,
To meet the dawn went Scarlet Zarnitsa.

I want to build a house so that its windows
Opened like eyes with the first drop of sun
So that he breathes beauty from white bird cherry,
So that mushroom rain drummed boldly on the roof.

I want to build a house so that from the window
Pick ripe apples in the palm of your hand,
So that in the house a round table gathers everyone together,
So that the pot-bellied samovar is in the right place.

I want to build a house, next to a shady pond,
So that the silver moon loved to swim in it,
So that the paths from the porch go mushrooming,
So that, as in a fairy tale, the whole family together "Once upon a time"

I want to build a house, and a slide on the roof,
To ride with the breeze, who is faster, in pursuit,
To fly into the pond in the summer, and into the snowdrifts in the winter,
To sing with joy I wanted to.

I want to build a house where the stars are near
To embrace the huge world with heart, thought, look,
To open constellations and give to loved ones,
To know how much I need them.

I want to build a house and with friends together
Create estates with a hot song fire,
Let go of your dream into the blue distance,
So that the sparks of the soul sparkle with gold.

I want to build a house where I will be happy
Where love is surrounded, everyone will be everywhere,
Next to the house I will plant a Family Tree,
To be fed from the earth by living power.

In fact, you need so little -
So that the beloved woman waits
To hurry the road in the evening
Home when things are done.

So that children's smiles meet us,
Familiar light, home warmth,
So that we love the same way as at the beginning,
As if so many years have not flown by.

Sitting and talking to you
What could be nicer, tell me.
And in the morning the sky will be blue
And the clouds on it are like mirages.

And the world will drown in sweet languor,
In your tender motion.
How good it is to wake up in our house,
Which we built together.

Davydov Petr

Houses in the city
And perhaps thousands of cars
And I'm small, I'm a gnome,
I have a house made of snow.
It has no elevator and no light,
But I love it all.
I do not ask for a big house,
I sit in the sled fast.
I'll go down the icy hill,
Who will ride with me?!

Taktaeva L.

Everyone has their own home...
The rain and the sun too
When the wind leaves its home
Hear the window shutters slam
Everyone has their own home...
And in a different way for everyone -
The house where you were born
And in which he was very happy.
Everyone has their own home...
Leaving it at dawn
Leave your breath in it
Known to all forever.
Dew dries up in the meadows
Like tears on your cheeks
And fate takes you away
Far away from him...
Only in the heart lies sadness,
Like a loved one
And trains carry separation
Carrying away for business.
I, you and you have one house -
This word is eternal.
Everyone has their own home
And it's impossible to forget it.

darklady

The house has moved

Near the stone bridge
Where the Moscow River flows
Near the stone bridge
The street became narrow.

There are traffic jams on the street
Drivers are worried.
- Oh, - the guard sighs,
The house interferes with the corner!

Syoma was not at home for a long time -
Rested in Artek Syoma,
And then he got into the car,
And he returned to Moscow.

Here is a familiar turn -
But no house, no gate!
And Syoma stands in fear
And rubs his eyes with his hands.

The house stood
On this spot!
He has gone
Together with residents!

Where is the fourth house number?
He was visible for a mile! -
Syoma speaks anxiously
Guard on the bridge.-

I returned from the Crimea,
I need to go home!
Where is the tall gray house?
I have my mom in it!

The guard replied to Syoma:
- You interfered on the way,
You are decided in your home
Take it to the alley.

Look around the corner
And find this house.

Syoma whispers with tears:
- Maybe I'm crazy?
You seem to have told me
Do houses move?

Syoma rushed to the neighbors,
And the neighbors say:
- We go all the time, Syoma,
We're going ten days in a row.

These walls move quietly
And the mirrors don't break
There are vases in the buffet,
The lamp in the room is intact.

Oh, happy
Sema, -
So you can go
Houses?

Well, then to the village in the summer
We'll go to this house!
A neighbor will come to visit us:
“Ah!” - but at home ... not at home.

I won't learn my lesson
I'll tell the teachers
- All tutorials away:
The house walks through the fields.

Join us for firewood
The house will go straight into the forest.
We walk - and the house is behind us,
We are home - and the house ... disappeared.

The house went to Leningrad
At the October parade.
Tomorrow morning at dawn
The house will return, they say.

Dom said before leaving:
"Wait before entering,
Don't run after me
I'm off today."

No, - Syoma decided angrily,
The house should not run by itself!
The man is the master of the house,
Everything around is obedient to us.

We want - and in the blue sea,
Let's swim in the blue sky!
Let's want -
And move the house
If the house interferes with us!

house alone

Igor Shevchuk

There is a word HOUSE in the world.
Light in it - and without a light bulb!
Because in that house
Everyone has a mommy!

Home two

Igor Shevchuk

Eats the word "HOUSE" in the world.
If home is home
All three letters in the word
We love one!

House

Lydia Mokievskaya

I want to build a house
So that it is not crowded in it
Books and pencils
Both big and kids.

I want to build a house
With a big, big window
So that I can see everything
And I didn't get wet in the rain.

I want to build a house.
I'm not afraid of hail and thunder,
I'll call my friends -
It will be more fun together.

The best house in the world

Lika Razumova

The house we live in
The best house in the world!

For the fox and the mole -
This is a warm hole.

For squirrels - a hollow in the forest,
And for the chicks - a nest.

For a chicken - a shell,
For mice, there is a hole in the floor.

For the big hippo
The best home is his swamp.

For a dog - a kennel,
Hut in the river - for the beaver.

Hive - a house for a bee,
For bugs - grass, flowers.

And the worm made a house
In my ripe apple.

There are traces of him all around -
Both outside and inside.

Oh! And a cunning worm:
He trampled, but he was silent.

Who helps mom?

Natalia Volkova

Here, tell me, is it
Mom alone
Makes all the beds
Ironing all shirts

Sweeps the floor everywhere
And cooks dinner
Heals my cold
(If I have a cold)

Washes the floor, plates, shelves,
And me in addition
And in charge of weeding
If we are in the country?

No, this cannot be!
I know someone's in secret
Both in the kitchen and in the hallway
Helps mom.

Maybe elves? Or gnomes?
Genie, the mightiest one?
Or good dragons
Working for mom?

It's easy for them: the dragon will breathe -
He will kindle the fire
Bake cheesecakes, donuts
And dragon pie.

Gnomes will fix everything deftly,
I know their habits.
It's easy for them: they have a knack,
Strict rules...
***
If I were a fabulous creature,
I would help my mother too - by magic!

The address

Olga Skvortsova

Our daughter teaches
The address where she lives.
The house said and the apartment,
Well, I forgot the street.
The street then said -
I lost my house number.
While remembering the number -
I didn't name the street...
Teaches, teaches - does not go,
The numbers are opposite.
Her mother tells her sternly:
- Can't find your way home
If you get lost -
You immediately get lost...
Natasha thought,
My head is a complete mess.
And then she spoke:
- I completely forgot the address.
I don't even want to think
What to do - I will teach:
Let's not try
We can get lost TOGETHER!

Happy House

Stepanova Elena Anatolievna

I go to many places
(I will say without further ado):
Happy home recognizing
From a thousand houses.

Burning in his windows
Happy good light
There is a cat sleeping on the roof -
There is no happier cat!

Above this house the sun
Shines every day.
There is blazing under the window
Happy lilac.

There are kids running around
Barefoot at home.
And the kitchen smells sweet
Cherry pie.

Original message Petr_Davydov_Poems
Mood now - very warm, good

Many, probably, have heard this song "Parental home - the beginning of the beginnings ..."
It so happened that I do not have this house. Or rather, it may still be somewhere far away, but I won’t go back there and other people live there ...
Fate has thrown many far from the places where we were born. And I thought that I would never be able to experience the feeling of home. Surprisingly, it succeeded. Moreover, I felt good in the small first apartment, where we moved in without having anything and spent every day in intoxicating delight (I don’t know if I’m expressing myself clearly?) It was my house, although it was still a rented apartment and there was no furniture then ...

***
I'll tell you how it goes
when easily dissolving doubts,
one day a woman comes to you
and says: "Now I'm all yours."

And looks at you with such a smile
Lips on hand...
I understand - everything, of course, is unsteady,
When you swim in a raging river...

And you swim on them, I'm sure of myself
Forgetting about the inevitability of losses,
naive, affectionate, immoderate in passion,
like you've locked the door forever.

And the woman ... What a miracle it is
when she is openly in love,
and I ask: "Open to me where
Have you come and when should you leave?

And what do I hear? "I want it to be
you are with me, my love, well.
What should I do, tell me, honey?
What else can I do for you?"

How to talk about a woman like that
Which, it seems, cannot be.
I'm jealous of her only for the future...
To embrace. Be in love. And fail to forget.

******************

And then we moved to a bigger apartment, and then we moved here to the sixth floor, where you can see the sea from every room. My children are lucky - they now have a large and bright parental house, each of them has a room, a balcony, from where every day you can see the sun sinking into the Mediterranean Sea ...
Once I woke up early in the morning and began to walk around the apartment, watching how the first rays first illuminated the tops of high houses, then reached the trees ...
And I wrote these lines.

***
Alone with myself
Waking up at home early in the morning
Between dawn and fog
Hear the invisible surf.

Alone with myself
When deception is not needed at all,
And travel and guests
They will appear cute, but a game.

Wash your face with native water,
Confessing after the wanderings of many:
Roads do not lead to ancient Rome.
Roads all lead
home.
***************

In general, I really like to walk around a quiet house in the morning.

***
Wandering through the morning house
when everyone is still sleeping.
This is going to be different soon.
movement, the voices of the guys ...

While nature rests
and a new day does not come,
three breaths fly over the world:
Andryushka, Elki and yours.

The windows are splashed with sunshine.
I am convinced again
that the quiet breath of loved ones
apartment turns into a house.

What is the most important thing in this life? Well, of course, love. And everything else is also important, but this is later:

Let's fill the house with our warmth
And attraction to each other.
Let time move in circles
Protecting us and the house.

We walk the earth together
Looking anxiously into the morning
It's normal, like
But how much fabulousness in it!

How little is needed for love -
Just a meeting and luck
And then they mean nothing
Your past mistakes

Protect us in this life
No, not a pile of things,
And our hands are connected,
And our feelings are a reliable shield.

And from the heights of their peaks
Warm in their homes,
We collect good omens
Touches, caresses and wines.

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And you know what I want to wish all of us?
Always return home! This is the most amazing thing imaginable!

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"Come home soon!"
What a nice phrase.
The world becomes joyful at once:
- Come home soon!

We have no power with you over fate,
But when we leave for a while,
Definitely want to believe
That we will return, of course, home.

Now stand on the threshold
Smile, look back at goodbye
And remember your promise
Return home soon...

Petr Davydov
http://www.stihi.ru/author.html?eshahava

Poems about the house - this is precisely the category of works of art, which has found a special expression in the selected fund of Russian literature. Since ancient times, our compatriots have sung about Russia - their Motherland and native land, where every tree, spring or river evokes complex feelings in which love, duty and responsibility are intertwined.

But the more invocative, epic and heroic the lyrics about the Motherland are, the more lyrical and intimate the poems about the house are. Whether it's a rickety hut in a God-forgotten village or modern comfortable apartments, the authors put their whole soul with its hidden strings into the chanting of native walls. This personal, incomparable experience is so different, but such works of art are united by one thing - a sense of calm and confidence that you will always be expected here.

Poems about the house came out from the pen of a variety of authors, including those whose work has long become a classic. Enough to remember famous lines of Sergei Yesenin, which, without exaggeration, forever crash into memory:

Yes! Now it's decided. no return
I left my native land.
They will no longer be winged foliage
I need to ring poplars ...

In this poem about the house, one feels so much pain and despair of a person who is no longer destined to see open spaces dear to the heart that it is impossible not to be imbued with them. Yesenin addresses this topic in his other works: “Low house with blue shutters”, “In the hut”.

They drew inspiration from their native land and such classics as M.Yu. Lermontov, A.S. Pushkin. The latter preferred a life-affirming message to quiet sadness, as in his poem about the house “Housewarming”:

I bless the housewarming
Where is your home idol
You endured - and with it fun,
Free labor and sweet peace...

Poems about the house, like memories of youth

The theme of native expanses has always attracted creatively gifted people, perhaps because they feel and experience the departure of carefree youth more acutely. So, the beloved children's poet Samuil Marshak, famous for his cheerful and instructive works for kids, pours out conflicting emotions in a poem about the house:

... So it pulls to itself and calls
Warm smoke home shelter.
Isn't your youth living here
Behind three rows of trunks ...

Turning back time is not given to anyone, but in this lyrics the happy moments of childhood and youth come to life, when the world still seems infinitely large, kind and open.

Echoes Marshak and another children's writer - A.L. Barto. In her “House woke up at dawn”, instead of the usual unpretentious and slightly ironic instructions for kids, one feels quiet sadness and nostalgia.

Poems about the house occupy a special place in the work of contemporary authors. They reflect life in a big city, when home becomes not a quiet village or a cozy courtyard, but a noisy metropolis. This lyrics is no less interesting and emotional, and is a new facet of this inexhaustible topic.