Statements about the Russian language:
The Russian language in skillful hands and in experienced lips is beautiful, melodious, expressive, flexible, obedient, dexterous and roomy.
A. I. Kuprin
We have been given possession of the richest, most accurate, powerful and truly magical Russian language.
K. G. Paustovsky
In days of doubt, in days of painful reflections on the fate of my homeland - you are my only support and support, oh great, powerful, truthful and free Russian language!., you can’t believe that such a language was not given to a great people!
I. S. Turgenev
There is nothing sedimentary or crystalline in Russian; everything excites, breathes, lives.
A. S. Khomyakov
The Russian language is inexhaustibly rich and everything is enriched with astonishing speed.
M. Gorky
The Russian language is a language created for poetry, it is unusually rich and remarkable mainly for its subtlety of shades.
P. Merimee
Many Russian words themselves radiate poetry, just as precious stones radiate a mysterious brilliance...
K. G. Paustovsky
You marvel at the preciousness of our language: every sound is a gift: everything is grainy, large, like pearls themselves, and, really, there is another name for the most precious thing itself.
N. V. Gogol
Our beautiful language, under the pen of unlearned and unskilful writers, is rapidly declining. Words are distorted. Grammar fluctuates. Spelling, this heraldry of the language, changes according to the arbitrariness of everyone and everyone.
A. S. Pushkin
We spoil the Russian language. We use foreign words unnecessarily. And we use them incorrectly. Why say defects, when you can say gaps, shortcomings, shortcomings? Isn't it time to declare war on the use of foreign words without much need?
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin
Take care of the purity of the language as a shrine! Never use foreign words. The Russian language is so rich and flexible that we have nothing to take from those who are poorer than us.
Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
To use a foreign word when there is a Russian word equivalent to it means to offend both common sense and common taste.
V. Belinsky
In fact, for an intelligent person, speaking badly should be considered as indecent as not being able to read and write.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
To deal with the language somehow means to think somehow: approximately, inaccurately, incorrectly.
A.N. Tolstoy
Take care of our language, our beautiful Russian language - this is a treasure, this is a property handed down to us by our predecessors! Treat this mighty weapon with respect.
I. S. Turgenev
What is language? First of all, it is not only a way to express your thoughts, but also to create your thoughts. Language has the opposite effect. A person who turns his thoughts, his ideas, his feelings into language… he is also, as it were, permeated by this way of expression.
A. N. Tolstoy
In days of doubt, in days of painful reflections on the fate of my homeland, you alone are my support and support, O great, powerful, truthful and free Russian language! Without you - how not to fall into despair at the sight of everything that happens at home? But one cannot believe that such a language was not given to a great people!
I.S. Turgenev
The Russian language in skillful hands and experienced lips is beautiful, melodious, expressive, flexible, obedient, dexterous and roomy.
A.I. Kuprin
There is no word that would be so bold, brisk, so bursting out from under the very heart, so seething and vibrant, as aptly said Russian word.
N. Gogol
Language is the history of the people. Language is the way of civilization and culture. Therefore, the study and preservation of the Russian language is not an idle occupation with nothing to do, but an urgent need.
A. Kuprin
Russian language! For thousands of years this flexible, magnificent, inexhaustibly rich, intelligent poetic people has been creating ... an instrument of their social life, their thoughts, their feelings, their hopes, their anger, their great future ... The people weaved an invisible web of the Russian language with a wondrous ligature: bright as a rainbow after the spring rain , as well-aimed as arrows, sincere as a song over a cradle, melodious ... The dense world, on which he threw the magic net of the word, submitted to him like a brimmed horse.
A.N. Tolstoy
To treat language somehow means to think somehow: inaccurately, approximately, incorrectly.
A.N. Tolstoy
There are no such sounds, colors, images and thoughts - complex and simple - for which there would be no exact expression in our language.
… You can do wonders with the Russian language!
K.G. Paustovsky
The Russian language is inexhaustibly rich, and everything is enriched with astonishing speed.
Maksim Gorky
You marvel at the treasures of our language: every sound is a gift; everything is granular, large, like pearls themselves, and really, another name is more precious than the thing itself.
N.V. Gogol
Take care of our language, our beautiful Russian language is a treasure, it is a property handed down to us by our predecessors! Treat this mighty weapon with respect; in the hands of the skilful, it is able to perform miracles.
I.S. Turgenev
It's not scary to lie dead under the bullets,
It is not bitter to be homeless, -
And we will save you, Russian speech,
Great Russian word.
We will carry you free and clean,
And we will give grandchildren, and we will save from captivity,
Forever.
Sayings of poets and writers about the Russian language
I.S. Turgenev (1818-1883)
In days of doubt, in days of painful reflections on the fate of my homeland - you are my only support and support, O great, powerful, truthful and free Russian language!
... it is impossible to believe that such a language was not given to a great people!
Take care of our language, our beautiful Russian language is a treasure, it is a property handed down to us by our predecessors!
Treat this mighty weapon with respect; in the hands of the skilful, it is able to perform miracles.
N.V. Gogol (1809-1852)
You marvel at the preciousness of our language: every sound is a gift: everything is grainy, large, like pearls themselves, and, really, there is another name for the most precious thing itself.
There is no word that would be so bold, brisk, so bursting out from under the very heart, so seething and vibrant, as aptly said Russian word.
Our extraordinary language itself is a mystery. It has all the tones and shades, all the transitions of sounds from the hardest to the most tender and soft; it is boundless and can, living like life, be enriched every minute...
K.G. Paustovsky (1892-1968)
We have been given possession of the richest, most accurate, powerful and truly magical Russian language.
The Russian language is revealed to the end in its truly magical properties and wealth only to those who deeply love and know their people “to the bone” and feel the hidden charm of our land.
True love for one's country is unthinkable without love for one's language.
Among the splendid qualities of our language there is one absolutely amazing and hardly noticeable.
It consists in the fact that in its sound it is so diverse that it includes the sound of almost all languages of the world.
There are no such sounds, colors, images and thoughts - complex and simple - for which there would not be an exact expression in our language.
(1754-1841)
Our language is excellent, rich, loud, strong, thoughtful. It is only necessary to know the value of it, to delve into the composition and power of words, and then we will make sure that it is not his other languages, but he can enlighten them. This ancient, original language always remains an educator, a mentor of that poor one, to whom he told his roots for breeding a new garden.
It is unbearable when gentlemen writers tear our ears with non-Russian phrases.
May the zeal for the Russian word be multiplied, and zeal for the Russian word increase both in workers and in listeners!
Where a foreign language is used rather than one's own, where other people's books are read more than one's own, there, in the silence of literature, everything withers and does not flourish.
Do and say what you like, gentlemen lovers of foreign literature. But as long as we do not love our language, our customs, our upbringing, until then in many of our sciences and arts we will be far behind others. You have to live with your mind, not someone else's.
The natural language is the soul of the people, the mirror of morals, the true indicator of enlightenment, the unceasing preacher of deeds. The people rise, the language rises; good people, good language.
M.V. Lomonosov. A short guide to eloquence. 1748.
The language, which the Russian power of a great part of the world commands, in its power has a natural abundance, beauty and strength, which is not inferior to any European language.
A. P. Sumarokov (1717-1777)
1759. To senseless rhymers. Works, vol. IX, pp. 309, 310 - 311.
I love our beautiful language, and would rejoice if, having recognized its beauty in it, the Russian people practiced more and received success more than they do now, and not to blame the language, but their negligence: but loving the Russian language, can I praise such works that is he ugly? it is better not to have any writers than to have bad ones. Our clerks have already completely spoiled the spelling. And as for the language, the Germans poured German words into it, French petimeters, our Tatar ancestors, Latin pedants, translators of the Holy Scriptures of Greek: it is dangerous that the Kireyks do not multiply Polish words in it. The Germans established our warehouse according to German Grammar. But what spoils our language even more? thin translators, thin writers; and above all, poor poets.
Fyodor Glinka (1786-1880)
I confess to you that much as I dislike the former French, and especially the dramatic writers, I would however like their language to be less common among us. He does the same harm to ours, like an insignificant worm to a beautiful majestic tree, which undermines the roots.
Vissarion Belinsky (1811-1848).
The Russian language is extremely rich, flexible and picturesque for expressing simple, natural concepts ... In the Russian language, sometimes there are up to ten or more verbs of the same root, but of different types, to express various shades of the same action ...
There is no doubt that the Russian language is one of the richest languages in the world.
A.S. Pushkin (1799-1837)
True taste does not consist in an unconscious rejection of such and such a word, such and such a turn, but in a sense of proportion and conformity.
Read folk tales, young writers, to see the properties of the Russian language.
"An objection to the article of the Athenaeus". 1828
There are two kinds of nonsense: one comes from a lack of feelings and thoughts, replaced by words; the other - from the fullness of feelings and thoughts and the lack of words to express them.
The magazines condemned the words: clap, talk and top as an unsuccessful innovation. These words are native Russian. “Bova came out of the tent to cool off and heard people’s talk and a horse top in an open field” ( The Tale of Bova Korolevich).
Clap is used colloquially instead of clapping, like a spike instead of hissing:
He launched a spike like a snake.
(Ancient Russian poems)
It must not interfere with the freedom of our rich and beautiful language.
From the notes to the novel "Eugene Onegin". 1830
... Not only the influence of foreign ideologists is detrimental to our fatherland; Education, or, to put it better, lack of education, is the root of all evil.
About public education. November 15, 1826
Vladimir Dal (1801-1872)
Is it possible to renounce one's homeland and soil, from the basic principles and elements, intensifying to transfer the language from its natural root to someone else's. to distort its nature and turn it into a parasite living on other people's juices? for the development of educated Russian speech.
One cannot joke with language, with the human word, with speech; the verbal speech of a person is ... a tangible connection ... between the body and the spirit; without words there is no conscious thought... without these material means the spirit cannot do anything in the material world, it cannot even manifest itself...
We must study the simple and direct Russian speech of the people and assimilate it for ourselves, just as all living things assimilate good food and turn it into their own blood and flesh...
How truly was K. Aksakov, when considering verbs, the vital, living force of our language! Our verbs in no way succumb to the dead spirit of such a grammar, which wants to subjugate them by force to mere external signs; they demand recognition in them of an independent spiritual power... of their significance and meaning...
Language is the age-old work of an entire generation.
The language of the people is undoubtedly our most important and inexhaustible spring or mine, the treasury of our language...
If we begin to introduce Russian words gradually, at the place where they are clear in their very meaning, then they will not only understand us, but they will even begin to adopt from us.
We do not banish all foreign words from the Russian language with a general anathema, we stand more for the Russian warehouse and turn of speech.
It seems as if such a revolution is now in store for our native language. We begin to suspect that we have been led into a slum, that we need to get out of it in a healthy way and carve out a different path for ourselves. Everything that has been done so far, since the time of Peter the Great, in the spirit of distorting the language, all this, like an unsuccessful inoculation, like a clothespin of a heterogeneous seed, should dry up and fall off, giving space to the wild, which needs to grow up on its own root, on its own juices, to be flavored with a holey and care, and not a nozzle on top. If we say that the head of the tail does not wait, then our head rushed off so far somewhere to the side that it almost broke away from the body; and if it is bad for the shoulders without a head, then it is disinterestedly for the head without a body. Applying this to our language, it seems as if this head has to either come off completely and fall off, or come to its senses and return. Russian speech has one of two things to do: either send it to the extreme, or, sensibly, turn onto a different path, taking with it all the stocks abandoned in a hurry.
Brothers Volkonsky
The "Russian part" of the modern written language of people who write quite competently almost does not differ from the language in which they wrote a hundred years ago. In "A Hero of Our Time" there are only two now obsolete expressions. The wall grew precisely from a heap of borrowings. If the influx of other people's words does not stop, then in 50 years Pushkin will be read with a dictionary. How, then, will the future Russia feed on the healthy juices of its past? And people who cannot read Pushkin, will they be Russians?
K.D. Ushinsky (1824-1871)
... The nature of the country and the history of the people, reflected in the Soul of man, were expressed in the word. Man disappeared, but the word he created remained an immortal and inexhaustible treasury of the national language; so that every word of a language, every form of it, is the result of a person's thoughts and feelings, through which the nature of the country and the history of the people are reflected in the word.
A.N. Tolstoy (1883-1945)
To deal with the language somehow means to think somehow: inaccurately, approximately, incorrectly.
What is language? First of all, it is not only a way to express your thoughts, but also to create your thoughts.
Language has the opposite effect.
A person who turns his thoughts, his ideas, his feelings into language… he is also, as it were, permeated by this way of expression.
A.I. Kuprin (1870-1938)
The Russian language in skillful hands and experienced lips is beautiful, melodious, expressive, flexible, obedient, dexterous and roomy.
Language is the history of a people. Language is the path of civilization and culture.
Therefore, the study and preservation of the Russian language is not an idle occupation with nothing to do, but an urgent need.
A.M. Gorky (1868-1936)
The Russian language is inexhaustibly rich, and everything is enriched with astonishing speed.
M.A. Sholokhov (1905-1984)
The greatest wealth of a people is its language! For thousands of years countless treasures of human thought and experience have accumulated and live forever in the word.
D.S. Likhachev (1906-1999)
The greatest value of the people is the language - the language in which they write, speak, think.
V. Bazylev
Indigenous Russian words remember the whole world history, testify to this history, reveal its riddles...
Poets about the Russian language
In the age of the father's tongue do not shun,
And don't put it in
Alien, nothing;
But adorn yourself with your own beauty.
A.P. Sumarokov
Damage to the language. Works, vol. VII, p. 163
Metallic, sonorous, self-humming,
Rampant, well-aimed our language!
N.M. languages
Language is the confession of the people:
He hears his nature
His soul and life are dear...
P.A. Vyazemsky
Word(1915)
Silent tombs, mummies and bones, -
Only the word is given life:
From the ancient darkness, on the world churchyard,
Only letters are heard.
And we have no other property!
Know how to save
Though to the best of my ability, in the days of anger and suffering,
Our immortal gift is speech.
I.A. Bunin
Words (1956)
Many words on earth. There are daily words -
The blue of the spring sky shines through them.
There are night words that we talk about during the day
We remember with a smile and sweet shame.
There are words - like wounds, words - like a court, -
They do not surrender with them and do not take prisoners.
Words can kill, words can save
In a word, you can lead the shelves behind you.
In a word, you can sell, and betray, and buy,
The word can be poured into smashing lead.
But there are words for all words in our language:
Glory, Motherland, Loyalty, Freedom and Honor.
I dare not repeat them at every step, -
Like banners in a case, I keep them in my soul.
Who often repeats them - I do not believe that
He will forget about them in fire and smoke.
He will not remember them on the burning bridge,
They will be forgotten by another in a high position.
Anyone who wants to cash in on proud words
Countless dust offends the heroes,
Those in dark forests and damp trenches,
Without repeating these words, they died for them.
Let them not serve as a bargaining chip, -
Keep them in your heart as a golden standard!
And do not make them servants in petty life -
Take care of their original purity.
When joy is like a storm, or sorrow is like night,
Only these words can help you!
V.S. Shefner
Russian language (1959)
I love my mother tongue!
It is clear to everyone
He is melodious
He, like the Russian people, is many-sided,
As our power, mighty.
If you want - write songs, hymns,
If you want - express the pain of the soul.
Like rye bread, it smells,
As if the flesh of the earth is tenacious.
For big and small countries
He is for friendship
Given to the brotherhood.
He is the language of the moon and planets,
Our satellites and rockets.
On the board
round table
Speak it:
unambiguous and direct,
It is like the truth itself.
He, like our dreams, is great,
Life-giving Russian language!
AND I. Yashin
Russian language (1966)
At your poor cradle
Still barely audible at first
Ryazan women sang
Dropping words like pearls.
Under the dim tavern lamp
On the table wooden wilted
At a full untouched cup,
Like a wounded falcon, coachman.
You walked on broken hooves
Burned in the fires of the Old Believers,
Washed in tubs and troughs,
Cricket on the stove whistled.
You, sitting on the late porch,
Sunset turning face
I took a ring from Koltsov,
Borrowed the ring from Kurbsky.
You, our great-grandfathers, are in captivity,
Having powdered the face with flour,
At the Russian mill they ground
Visiting Tatar language.
You took a little German
Even though they could do more
So that they don't get it alone
The scientific importance of the earth.
You, smelling of rotten sheepskin
And grandfather's sharp kvass,
Written with a black torch
And a white swan feather.
You are above prices and rates -
In the year forty-one,
Then he wrote in a German dungeon
On weak lime with a nail.
Lords and those disappeared
Instantly and surely
When accidentally encroached
On the Russian essence of the language.
Ya. V. Smelyakov
Courage
We know what's on the scales now
And what is happening now.
The hour of courage has struck on our clocks,
And courage will not leave us.
It's not scary to lie dead under the bullets,
It is not bitter to be homeless, -
And we will save you, Russian speech,
Great Russian word.
We will carry you free and clean,
And we will give to our grandchildren, and we will save from captivity
Forever!
A.A. Akhmatova
Our language has enough words in itself,
But there is not a sufficient number of scribes on it.
One, following an unusual warehouse,
Attracts the Russian Pallas to Germany
And, thinking that he gives her pleasure,
Takes natural beauty from her face.
Another, not learning to read and write as it should,
In Russian, he thinks, everything can not be said,
And, taking a handful of other people's words, weaves speech
With my own tongue, I only deserve to be burned.
Or word for word he translates Russian into a syllable,
Which does not look like itself in the update.
That stingy prose aspires to heaven
And he does not understand his own tricks.
He creeps in prose and verse, and letters ona,
Scolding himself, gives the scribes to the laws.
Whoever writes must clear his mind in advance
And first give yourself light in that;
But many scribes do not talk about him,
Satisfied only with the fact that the speeches are composed.
Readers are stupid, although they will not be understood,
They marvel at him and think that there is a secret here,
And, having covered your mind, reading with darkness,
The indistinct warehouse of the scribe is accepted by beauty.
There is no secret, no crazy writing,
Art - to properly offer your style,
So that the opinion of the creator is imagined clearly
And the speeches would flow freely and according.
A letter that ordinary people call with a letter,
With those who are absent, he usually speaks,
It should be without fuss and briefly composed,
How simply we speak, so simply clearly.
But who is not taught to speak properly,
That is why it is not easy to lay down a letter.
Words that are before society,
Even though they are offered with a pen, although they are offered with a tongue,
Should be much more magnificently folded,
And rhetorically b beauty was included in them,
Which in simple words, though unusual,
But the importance of speeches is necessary and decent
To clarify the mind and passions,
To enter into the hearts and attract people.
In it, nature is happy to show us the way,
And reading opens doors to art.
Our language is sweet, pure, and magnificent, and rich,
But sparingly we bring a good warehouse into it.
So that we do not disgrace him with ignorance,
We have to fix our entire warehouse at least a little.
No need for everyone to sweat over rhymes,
And everyone needs to know how to write correctly.
But is it right to demand from us a correct style?
Closed to him in the teachings of the road.
As soon as you teach warehouses a little,
If you please write "Bova", "Peter the Golden Keys."
The clerk says: “The Scripture is gentle here,
You will be a man, study only diligently!”
And I think that you will be a man
However, you will not know how to read and write forever.
Even in the best handwriting, from the clerk's council,
Weave four letters into the word "summer"
And pretentiously you will learn to write "the end",
Believe that you will never be a scribe.
Adopt from those, at least a lot of them, at least a little,
Whose care for art was jealous
And showed them how wild this thought is,
That we do not have the wealth of language.
Be angry that we have few books, and do penalties:
“When there are no Russian books, who to follow in the degree?”
However, you are more angry with yourself
Or at your father that he did not teach you.
And if you had not lived your youth willfully,
You could be quite skilled in writing.
The industrious bee takes
From everywhere what she needs in sweet honey,
And visiting the fragrant rose,
It takes particles from manure into its cells.
In addition, we have many spiritual books;
Who is to blame for the fact that you did not comprehend the psalms,
And, running along it, like a ship in a fast sea,
From end to end, he raced recklessly a hundred times.
Kohl "asche", "tochiyu" custom exterminated,
Who forces you to introduce them into the language again?
And what from antiquity is still indispensable,
That may be what you are supposed to do everywhere.
Do not imagine that our language is not the same as we read in books,
Which we call non-Russians.
He is the same, but when he was different, as you think
Just because you don't understand it
So what would be left with the Russian language?
Your thoughts are far from the truth.
Do not know the sciences when you do not love them, even forever,
And thoughts need to be known, of course.
A.P. Sumarokov
1747. Epistle about the Russian language. 4 Works, vol. I, pp. 329 - 333.
Poems about mother tongue: 30 poems about mother tongue for children for International Mother Language Day.
Poems about mother tongue
Today, February 21, the world celebrates the holiday - International Mother Language Day. My native language and teaching children my native language is my profession and my favorite thing in my life. Therefore, I decided to prepare for the holiday for you, dear readers of my site "Native Path", a selection of poems about the native language and native word.
In the article you will find:
- poems for preschoolers about their native language,
- poems for adults and schoolchildren about their native language,
- humorous poems about the native language.
Section 1. Poems about the native language for children of senior preschool age
For a small child, his native language is not a subject for study, but his daily life with its discoveries, joys, pranks, sorrows and adventures, it is a game with words and experiments in word creation.
A. Shibaev. On a sunny July day
On a sunny July day
Flowers, flowers around
My Russian language is beautiful,
Like this summer meadow.I walk along the narrow path
Trees to heaven!
Mighty is my Russian language
Like this Russian forest!And in joy and in sadness -
He is with me every hour.
My native language is Russian,
Like a motherland!
M. Matusovsky. Where does the Motherland begin?
Although this poem is about the Motherland, but ... it also talks about a lullaby, and about the first primer, and about communicating with friends - about everything that is impossible without the native language!
Where does the Motherland begin?
From the picture in your primer
With good and faithful comrades,
Living in a neighboring yard.Or maybe it starts
From the song that our mother sang to us,
Since in any trials
No one can take away from us.Where does the Motherland begin?
From the treasured bench at the gate,
From the same birch that is in the field,
Leaning under the wind, it grows.Or maybe it starts
From the spring singing of the starling
And from this country road,
To which there is no end in sight.Where does the Motherland begin?
From the windows burning in the distance,
From my father's old Budyonovka,
That somewhere in the closet we found.Or maybe it starts
From the sound of wagon wheels
And from the oath that in youth
You brought it to her in your heart.Where does the motherland begin?
Our beautiful language
Our beautiful language
Rich and resonant
That powerful and passionate
It's softly melodious.It also has a smile.
Both softness and kindness.
Written by him
Both stories and fairy tales.magical pages,
Exciting books!
Love and keep
Our great language!
At preschool age, the kid learns the culture of oral speech in his native language and learns to speak without mistakes. The child learns to listen to the sound of words and to notice expressive figurative words in the speech of the people around him, in fiction. An older preschooler can already be aware of his speech and correct his mistakes in speech.
N. Pikuleva. Favorite word
Who's laying the spoon there?
Know this can't be!
Spoon we on the table put,
And we are waiting for you for dinner.
A. Shibaev. Heed the word
Was
SILENCE,
SILENCE,
SILENCE…All of a sudden
ROOM
GROMA
She has changed!And now it's raining
Quietly - do you hear? —
CRACKED,
CRACKED,
CRACKED
On the roof...Probably now
DRUM
He will become…Already
DRUM!
Already
DRUM!
A. Eroshin. word game
This poem will be interesting for children who are learning to read. After reading this poem, try to find the words playing hide-and-seek.
For example, find what words denoting parts of the body are hidden in the words: fly agaric (ear), patties (ears), animal (belly), beads (moustache), tadpole (head), mitten (hand), Italy (waist).
Not only children
They love hide and seek
Words can also play:
Dawn -
Hidden in CHARGING,
And in the draftsman -
Owl.Listen to the words for a moment:
in annoyance
The wasp hid.
At the bottom of the basket
napping cat,
And in the pavilion -
Fox.From buckwheat
Rivers flow out
IN HAZHCHINA
Breams are splashing.
The sheep are hiding
IN WORDS.
So what is next…
Search further!
In many words of the native language, the favorite word of the frog is hidden. Of course, your baby knows this word and can easily find it in other words!
And Yeroshin. wah
The frog likes words
with her favorite syllable "KVA",
Literally every word
where the favorite syllable is present:
Quarter,
equator,
cranberry,
Kvass,
in the apartment
swede
(in reserve)
Quartet,
aquarium,
Moscow…Undoubtedly, glorious words -
primer,
Quadriga
and square,
but hear me
not happy at all
three hundred and thirty times a day
about watercolor
and scuba,
and antiquarian
KVAshnya!
KVAk can
for days
in the pond
such
Croak
nonsense!
tired of the croaking of a wah,
I put ear plugs in.
Section 2. Poems about the native language for children of school age
For school-age children, their native language becomes a subject for study, they learn the history and culture of their native people and learn how the worldview of the people is reflected in their language, learn to express their thoughts competently in writing, respect their native language and strive to develop a culture of speech.
T. Zumakulova Mother tongue
Native language!
He has known me since childhood
On it for the first time I said "mom",
On it I swore allegiance to the stubborn,
And every breath is clear to me on it.Native language!
He is dear to me, he is mine,
On it the winds whistle in our foothills,
It was the first time I heard
Birds babble to me in green spring.
M. Kryukov. Many languages in the world of different
Many languages in the world of different
I couldn't learn them all
They are all beautiful in their own way.
Each has its own zest.They speak French in Paris
Berlin speaks German;
My dear, familiar, Russian, is dear to me,
For me, he is the only one.Melodic, flexible and melodious,
He has fascinated me since childhood.
And not in vain the great and mighty
Turgenev named our language.Developing rapidly, dynamically,
Absorbing different words.
The new one was great
But the wisdom of the ancestors is alive in him.Yes, and only our, Russian speech
You can sing free Rus'!
Our Russian language will live forever
And I can not, I believe, die!
A. Sumarokov. From the epistles about the Russian language
Our language is sweet, pure, and magnificent, and rich;
But sparingly we bring a good warehouse into it;
So that we do not disgrace him with ignorance,
We need to fix our entire warehouse at least a little.
A. Yashin. Russian language
I love my mother tongue!
It is clear to everyone
He is melodious
He, like the Russian people, is many-sided,
As our power, mighty.
He is the language of the moon and planets,
Our satellites and rockets.
At the round table
Speak it:
unambiguous and direct,
It is like the truth itself.
F. Tyutchev. We can't predict
We can't predict
How our word will respond, -
And sympathy is given to us,
How do we get grace...
V. Poltoratsky. Word about words
Words are different
The efficient, the idle.
They are honest, truthful.
That flattering, false.
There is a word - consolation
And the word is suffocation.
There are sober and drunk
Foggy, foggy.
There are clean, diamond,
And there are shamelessly dirty,
Some will help straighten
Others - to etch the soul.
There is speech burning with fire,
There is stinking with smoldering.
Words of high valor
And the lowest meanness...
Poet, you are assigned
Sow the soul with seeds.
So this one is nothing but
The purest, the finest.
Not evil, not lascivious,
But kind and truthful.
So that the bread of kindness
Gave the field of eternity.
K. Balmont. I am the sophistication of Russian slow speech
I am the sophistication of Russian slow speech,
Before me is a friend of poets - forerunners,
I first discovered in this speech deviations,
Perepevnye, angry, gentle ringing.I am a sudden break
I am the playing thunder
I am a clear stream
I am for everyone and no one.Multi-foam splash, torn-fused,
Semi-precious stones of the original land,
Forest green May roll calls -
I will understand everything, I will take everything, taking it away from others.Forever young as a dream
Strong in love
Both in yourself and in others,
I am an exquisite verse.
Yakovenko O. Ya. Russian language
Having started a native word from Cyrillic,
And having studied it from A to Z,
There is no better than the native language,
While the native land sounds.
She sounds Yesenin in verse,
Here Mayakovsky, with a word, cuts the sound,
Beloved Pushkin is with us every day,
Both Fet and Tyutchev, there is no separation from them!
And how many Russian sounds are in the prose,
Tolstoy and Gogol, Sholokhov, friends,
They lead us, in a word, to the joy of consciousness,
That they are all Russian, like me!
I thank Methodius, Cyril
For letters, sounds, euphony of words,
What was instilled in us to the Russian language
Huge, endless love!
A. Akhmatova. Courage (1942)
We know what's on the scales now
And what is happening now.
The hour of courage has struck on our clocks,
And courage will not leave us.It's not scary to lie dead under the bullets,
It's not bitter to be homeless,
And we will save you, Russian speech,
Great Russian word.We will carry you free and clean,
And we will give to our grandchildren, and we will save from captivity
N. Skakunova. great and mighty
He is also powerful
He's nabaty
sweet-smelling,
And thunderous!He is majestic
He and the caller
floppy-curly
But relentless!
He is amazing!And striking!
So amazing
Multi-accommodating!Everyone who is used to expressing himself on it,
They love our wonderful Russian language!
S. Mikhalkov. Book Lover (fable)
To a friend to pass the time
An uninvited guest has arrived.
"Have you started reading, my friend?" -
He exclaimed and looked around
For complete collected works
Balzac and Hugo, Ozheshko and Dumas,
On new, elegant volumes,
Books of fairy tales and poems
Yesenin and Marshak,
That the shelves occupied almost to the ceiling ..."I know I'm funny with my question,
You have read them all, you have comprehended all their wisdom.
But how do you get to the top books?”
“Yes, very easy! Vacuum cleaner!***
I know, sometimes in other houses
They only erase dust from subscription publications.
N. Zabolotsky. Reading poetry
Curious, funny, and subtle:
A verse almost like a verse.
The muttering of a cricket and a child
The writer has comprehended perfectly.And in the nonsense of crumpled speech
There is a certain sophistication.
But is it possible human dreams
To sacrifice these amusements?And is it possible the Russian word
Turn into a chirping carduelis,
To make sense a living foundation
Couldn't you sound through it?No! Poetry puts up barriers
Our inventions, for she
Not for those who, playing charades,
Puts on a sorcerer's cap.The one who lives the real life
Who has been accustomed to poetry since childhood,
Forever believes in the life-giving,
Full of reason Russian language.
V. Shefner. Words
Many words on earth. There are daily words
The blue of the spring sky shines through them.There are night words that we talk about during the day
We remember with a smile and sweet shame.There are words - like wounds, words - like a court, -
They do not surrender with them and do not take prisoners.Words can kill, words can save
In a word, you can lead the shelves behind you.In a word, you can sell, and betray, and buy,
The word can be poured into smashing lead.But there are words for all words in our language:
Glory, Motherland, Loyalty, Freedom and Honor.I dare not repeat them at every step, -
Like banners in a case, I keep them in my soul.Who often repeats them - I do not believe that
Forget about them in fire and smoke.He will not remember them on the burning bridge,
They will be forgotten by another in a high position.Anyone who wants to cash in on proud words
Offends the heroes of countless ashes,Those in dark forests and damp trenches,
Without repeating these words, they died for them.Let them not serve as a bargaining chip, -
Keep them in your heart with a golden coupon!And do not make them servants in petty life -
Take care of their original purity.When joy is like a storm, or sorrow is like night,
Only these words can help you!
G. Tukay. Native language
Oh, how good is the native language, the language of father and mother,
I have learned many things in the world through you forever!
First, in this language, shaking the unsteadiness, the mother sang,
And then - my grandmother tried to appease me with a fairy tale.
Native language, you helped me understand and joy from an early age,
And the pain of the soul, when it gets dark in the eyes, the clear light fades.
You, my native language, helped me to say the first prayer:
“Forgive me, father and mother, be generous, my God!”
translation: A. Chepurov
V. Gordeychev. Native speech
Forged from eternal bronze
eternal Russian pronunciation,
hammered, deep
then akanye, then okanye.
Words in another proverb
sing, not pray.
Words are ringing bells
then - with glasses, then - with glasses. Here is the wand. And the club:
hit - the elephant will fall.
Here is the violin. Or a violinist:
plays - tears are pouring.
And the sounds of rivers are bright!
I love following them.
then complain about Setunya,
then talk to Besed.
Singing - over the trees -
nightingale snaps,
native speech, call
from every name!
You, like the river Rechitsa,
any pain will heal,
your words, prophetess,
murmur - and want to listen.
V. Schaefer. The spoken language is fading away
The spoken language is fading away
Conversational beauty;
Retreating into the unknown
Speeches of Russian miracles.Hundreds of words, native and well-aimed,
drooping, losing his voice,
Locked up like caged birds
Dozing in thick dictionaries.You let them out of there
Return to everyday life,
So that speech - a human miracle -
Not missing these days.
S. Skachko. Language
Touch with reverence
To what you are armed
Create light and get drunk
Boundless Russian languageAiry, juicy, tasty,
Severe and gentle, many-sided,
Skilled in all melodies
Our amazing language.It suits him and the term is narrow,
And an interjectional sigh, and a cry,
Be proud that you understand Russian,
Try to get deep.It's funny and sad to hear, right,
Like Elochek and Fimok army
To overseas "ings", "shn" and "wow"
They want to press him, groaning.
D. Korotaev. Treasure your family, sweet word
W o u t
Native, sweet word:
M n o g o l and k and m -Big tongue!
Our life OH -
F u r m e n s —
To all nations
The planets are familiar!
Take care of HIM
From flowery
Foreign
And words alien to us
So that the flow
From adverbs of streams -
Not eclipsed
Rodnica - Rodnikov!
Draw in it
Living force:
Russian dialects,
Songs, poems...
Everything that is expensive
S e r d c u,
To merge
IN LANGUAGE - As the Foundation of Foundations!
S. Abdullah. Learn Russian
If you want to fight fate
If you are looking for the joy of a flower garden,
If you need solid support
Learn, learn Russian.He is your mentor - great, mighty,
He is a translator, he is a conductor.
If you storm knowledge steep -
Learn, learn Russian.<The Russian word lives on the pages
The world of inspiring Pushkin's books.
The Russian word is freedom lightning,
Learn, learn Russian!Gorky's vigilance, Tolstoy's boundlessness,
Pushkin's lyrics are a pure spring,
The Russian word shines with a mirror -
Learn, learn Russian!The world of the disunited is joylessly small,
The soldered world is immensely large.
My son, work, be useful to people,
Learn Russian language!
K. Balmont. Language, our magnificent language
Language, our magnificent language.
River and steppe expanse in it,
In it screams of an eagle and a wolf roar,
Chanting, and ringing, and pilgrimage incense. In it, the cooing of a dove in the spring,The rise of the lark to the sun - higher, higher.
Birch Grove. Light through.
Heavenly rain spilled on the roof.The murmur of the underground key.
Spring ray playing on the door.
In it is the One who did not take the swing of the sword,
And seven swords in the seer's heart.And again the steady rumble of wide waters.
Cuckoo. At the well of youth.
Green meadow. Cheerful round dance.
Eve in the sky. In black - the run of lightning.Bonfire of tramps behind the forest, on the mountain,
About the Nightingale the robber of an epic.
"Ay!" In the woods. Firefly at night.
In the autumn garden, red bunches of mountain ash.A plow and a sickle with a ringing scythe.
One hundred winters in winter. Agile sleds.
Savraska runs at a meek trot.
A trotter flies like a horse of a winged fairy tale.Shepherd's horn. Pity until dawn.
Native home. Longing became sharper.
It is nice here. And there, look, look.
We run. Let's fly. Let's go. There. For given.Chu, the horn is different. It has a mad dash.
Yarit greyhounds and hounds doezzhachy.
Bye-bye. My dear. You fell asleep?
I pray. Pray. Not forever failure.I will equip you for a long journey.
Out of the tightness, the roads stray.
How good it is to breathe in foreign lands
About him - there, in blue - about his native threshold.Our snowdrop will always break through its snow.
In the scope of a thunderstorm, lightning bolts interlock.
Didn't our Oleg go to Tsar-grad?
Did not the flight of the Firebird call us at midnight?And you will go along the path of Yermak,
Before the enemy you will cry out: “Closer, friends!”
An icy river will drown you
But for centuries you will swim in it in chain mail.Realizing that the speech of river silver
Do not keep in a chained den,
You will go along the path of Peter,
To throw sea spray into the forest and the steppe.A rattling dream in reality
You merge thought and power in a single choir,
Crowning the full-flowing Neva
With the Amber Sea in an eternal contract.You will find the treasure you were looking for
Fill and sing minds and countries.
Isn't he yours, conjuring Baikal,
Where in the lake under the bottom do not sleep volcanoes?You have thrown your booming camp camp,
His voice is golden, silver-winged,
To the point where the Pacific Ocean
He bewitched the sunflower forces.You exclaimed: "Pushkin!" Here he is, the bright god,
Like a rainbow over our pond.
In the dark hour you will fit into a small sigh.
But Tomorrow will rise! With lightning and thunder!
V. Rozhdestvensky. In native poetry, not an Old Believer at all
In native poetry, it’s not at all an Old Believer,
I have long loved old icons,
Their joyful colors are a sublime example
And the flight of Russian beauty is captured.I know the cherished hymnal for centuries,
I'm used to quench my thirst with native speech,
Where Pushkin's iambs are a swift expanse
It contains the running of a horse and the wisdom of a man.In the neighborhood of distant words I find kinship,
I like to bring their meaning and distance together,
All the more captivating for my palate
Rumbles of hard "r" and aspirated vowels.Ring, thunder and sing, magic jet!
There was no such language in the world,
It has a quiet rustle of rye, and the roar of a nightingale,
And the oncoming thunderstorms have a brilliant beginning.The language of Derzhavin and Lermontov's strings,
You are the flood of rivers that have spread wide,
The spacious rumble of the forests and the birds of Gamayun
Deaf singing in Blok's cello.God grant that we preserve our great-grandfathers' heritage,
Do not dull your hearing where everything is new to him,
And, having melted the line, wait for bright meetings
With the insight of Pushkin and the colors of Rublev.In unique, great times
People's prowess, labor and inspiration
God forbid we raise the Russian verse on ramen,
So that his life lasts, and strength, and movement!
Section 3. With humor about the Russian language
I really liked these humorous poems. And I decided to end this article about poems about my native language on a cheerful note. Smile with the authors of the poems :)!
A. Eroshin. Illiterate Pirate
Lived in the world uncivilized
And an illiterate pirate.
Throw trash past the bin
The pirate was terribly happy.Without any shame
He plundered ships at sea,
And for reading smart books
Didn't work hard.Once a pirate decided
Bury treasure on the beach
Exactly thirty-three rubies,
Each weighing one hundred carats.But can't decide:
So that I do not put the abyss,
Put a treasure in the pit for him,
Put or put?“Suddenly,” he thinks, “for trouble,
Treasure wrong put?
Somehow I, with such a situation,
I’ll go all over the world!”The sadness of the pirate gnaws,
The pirate put down his knives.
put, or put -
What's the right way, tell me?
G. Graubin. Lazy case
I asked Lezhebokin:
- Come on, tell me.
Why do you hate so much
Don't like cases?
A long time ago, all schoolchildren
They are known by heart.
Learn them in two years
Only you couldn't.
I replied angrily:
- That's not my fault.
Let them scientists first
Names will change.
After all, I'm creative
I do not study on purpose:
Work,
And even more so
I don't want to create.
A case like Dative
I have not been patient since childhood.
give, share something
I don't like with friends.
Prepositional I hate:
Not to learn a lesson
Have to invent
Any suggestion.
And in the accusative case
And at all I am angry:
Father in every prank
Always blames me.
— Yes, alteration, it seems,
Serious need.
And you yourself could new
Come up with names?
- I've been thinking about it for a long time.
taking,
dirty,
lying down,
disastrous,
lazy,
And finally, forgiveness
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Thank you for your interest in Russian culture and native speech! Until we meet again at the "Native Path!"
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Russian language
In days of doubt, in days of painful reflections on the fate of my homeland, you alone are my support and support, O great, powerful, truthful and free Russian language! Without you - how not to fall into despair at the sight of everything that happens at home? But one cannot believe that such a language was not given to a great people!
I.S. Turgenev
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Take care of our language, our beautiful Russian language is a treasure, it is a property handed down to us by our predecessors! Treat this mighty weapon with respect; in the hands of the skilful, it is able to perform miracles.
I.S. Turgenev
***
The Russian language in skillful hands and experienced lips is beautiful, melodious, expressive, flexible, obedient, dexterous and roomy.
A.I. Kuprin
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Language is the history of the people. Language is the way of civilization and culture. Therefore, the study and preservation of the Russian language is not an idle occupation with nothing to do, but an urgent need.
A. Kuprin
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Russian language! For thousands of years this flexible, magnificent, inexhaustibly rich, intelligent poetic people has been creating ... an instrument of their social life, their thoughts, their feelings, their hopes, their anger, their great future ... The people weaved an invisible web of the Russian language with a wondrous ligature: bright as a rainbow after the spring rain , as well-aimed as arrows, sincere as a song over a cradle, melodious ... The dense world, on which he threw the magic net of the word, submitted to him like a brimmed horse.
A.N. Tolstoy
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To treat language somehow means to think somehow: inaccurately, approximately, incorrectly.
A.N. Tolstoy
***
It's not scary to lie dead under the bullets,
It is not bitter to be homeless, -
And we will save you, Russian speech,
Great Russian word.
We will carry you free and clean,
And we will give grandchildren, and we will save from captivity,
Forever.
A.A. Akhmatova
***
There are no such sounds, colors, images and thoughts - complex and simple - for which there would be no exact expression in our language.
… You can do wonders with the Russian language!
K.G. Paustovsky
***
The Russian language is inexhaustibly rich, and everything is enriched with astonishing speed.
Maksim Gorky
***
You marvel at the treasures of our language: every sound is a gift; everything is granular, large, like pearls themselves, and really, another name is more precious than the thing itself.
N.V. Gogol
***
There is no word that would be so bold, brisk, so bursting out from under the very heart, so seething and vibrant, as aptly said Russian word.
N. Gogol
***
The Russian language is a language created for poetry, it is unusually rich and remarkable mainly for its subtlety of shades. - P.Merime
***
Language
Touch with reverence
To what you are armed
Create light and get drunk
Boundless Russian language
Airy, juicy, tasty,
Severe and gentle, many-sided,
Skilled in all melodies
Our amazing language.
It suits him and the term is narrow,
And an interjectional sigh, and a cry,
Be proud that you understand Russian,
Try to get deep.
It's funny and sad to hear, right,
Like Elochek and Fimok army
To overseas "ings", "shn" and "wow"
They want to press him, groaning.
Sergei Skachko
***
I want to write in Russian
Everything I think, feel and see
What I love and hate in life
While the pen is still in my hand.
Should I pass the steps of centuries,
Lusting for the whole truth about Russia?
How much can I lift
From the time that sleeps under a bushel of words?
But I am a historian. I will not turn back.
Not knowing the deadlines drawn for me,
Over the homeland, departed from the origins,
I will unfold the wings of the annals.
And navigating the ship of my soul
Through the reefs of unrest, violence and anarchy,
I dare to believe that I will take part
In the coming enlightenment of kings.
I want to tell the people of this land
How the ancestors sinned and created,
So that we all do not forget those lessons
And with God in our hearts we went into the future!
Igor Zhelnov
***
Our language is sweet, pure, and magnificent, and rich;
But sparingly we bring a good warehouse into it;
So that we do not disgrace him with ignorance,
We need to fix our entire warehouse at least a little.
A. Sumarokov
***
What a sweet poison
circles, sticks, dashes -
drive them left and right
under the rustle of dates on the calendar.
Each letter has a bell
desert world icon,
so that the heart - this shepherd of lines -
they were distinguished from each other.
When Cyrillic chickens
they will run like a paper meadow,
the soul is not so big a price
for this captivity, for this work.
Bring together the disparate parts
all thirty sounds of the dictionary
in one line - what happiness! -
and all thanks to you.
How glad is the silent hermit
palms of warm rain,
so is the poet: he sits, happy,
translating himself into poetry.
Evgeny Tishchenko
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