/verses about the girl and the boy, also about cherrytrees from the venerable city Vladimir/
THE CURRANT
Behind the streamlet in the shadow of aspens
there the bunchy berries hung.
The grandfather mowed there a clover.
And, certainly, he was bypassing the bushes of the tasty currrant.
The grandfather here got three haycocks.
After that he has dug out for the garden one small green bush:
let them, new tasty currant berries, maturate
in the neighbourhood, near cherrytrees.
Behind the stream, where is the house of Nastya,
all of them now will burn, as bright kind fires.
Let the warm native edge
cuddle the house and the garden.
CHERRYTRIES
Near young cherries is the small house
with windows onto the south.
If the rain will pass, then there are traces immediately,
they turn around. And that is fine.
Does a hedgehog walk there? It does not roam.
Was the cat Vasily there? It was not.
If no hedgehog goes, no cat walks, then who is there?
Was a nosy mole there really, which wanted to walk near the house?
The small girl, clever Nastya, goes and goes near cherries.
Her mouth and her nose are in a red paint.
Tasty cherries are eaten by the girl-friend of Vasya gladly.
But, of course, she does not forget to drive away headstrong wasps.
The girl will have a rest thereafter: a little!
Just it is impossibly to have a rest all evening.
Who will pour out milk for the hedgehog
into the porcellaneous, dark-blue saucer?
Cherrytries of Nastya are not very big.
Only the hedgehog is glad to come into the garden.
At lunar night he whispers silently
near cherrytries of Nastya: «How do you do»
THE GRANDFATHER AND SPARROWS
The girl! Sweet gifts of the sun are growing
in the garden near the wooden fence.
When cherries begin to be full with red juice,
they may be good for your small brother Kiril.
What is more mellow, than beautiful berries?
What is more tasty for children?
The grandfather knows: fragrant red gifts of raspberry shrub
are only in pleasure. for all children.
Be sure, girl: sparrows will arrive!
Always birds are glad to have dinner.
Oh, they are more nimble, than our children!
Therefore listen, Nastya, to the grandfather.
Do you wish to visit a raspberry seldom?
It is bad habit. Remember strongly about it!
You have the right to say
« Be in a hurry, our crop, into my basket! »
SMALL KIRIL
The branch of the pear swings in the warm morning:
where is our Kiril?
Is the small boy yet in his bed?
All fruits managed to ripen, today they are very sweet!
Nastya tickles with chariness
rosy unclad heels of the brother by green leaf:
here it is! smell of pears is tasty very much!
all of them are today already honey!
Did the grandfather notice vigilantly? Well, it will be
no fairy tales. Therefore eyes are wiped here speedily.
Further small barefooted legs ran
to the pear directly along the path.
THE GRANDMOTHER AND THE APPLE-TREE
Listen, a water-butt! It seems, you want to hide
something at the fence. There furtively
the hedgehog goes, does not it? Or, may be,
does sparrow weed there the vegetable bed?
You can know: such miracles are here.
The apple-tree has been grown by name Antonovka!
It doesn't matter, that the apple-tree is too thin.
Tomorrow it will be the marvellous beauty amid apple-trees!
It is not present a tasty apple, which would be better, than Antonovka for the grandmother.
The clever sister of Kiril now may take the garden scoop.
The dear Nastya! Help to scratch the soil here a little. You will be the kind assistant to me!
The small apple-tree will grow very quickly.
Fruits will be large, as tea saucers.
When barely they will ripen,
both the grandfather and the grandmother will laugh:
we together with our small girl
in fact have helped the small tree to be higher,
and we, having it grown, have not lost!
THE CHOKEBERRY
It is in the corner at the fence.
It is not a guest from a light-green pine forest,
where the herd of cows not quickly walks.
The chokeberry is the guest from distant edges.
It is not afraid of a frost at all
It is very black, when an autumn comes.
As to height … it is more, than some dogrose,
but it is less, than some ould poplar.
To drink water by buckets will always very well for it.
But purely to refuse -..oh, it is impossible!
With benignity it gives to the garden people …
useful something will present for friends.
A tasty confiture from this chokeberry
is useful for people always.
Therefore here on Sunday
the stream of water will pour down onto the guest.
After having breakfast with the buckwheat cereal,
Nastya and her daddy twist the garden water-tap.
At this time the luxuriant fir does wave softspokenly by the green paw
there, near the fence, to its friend, the resplendent chokeberry.
THE DAMSON
The brother wishes to get the damson.
However he cannot be a little taller
in order that to have this fruit.
The legs of the brother are short enough:
the boy can stand near at all, but the bough will be high.
It would be necessary to grow up for the boy,
however Kiril could not wait.
It repeats audibly by him: I can not wait.
You should give me here this thing -
one dark blue fruit in order that
something would be in my jorum.
Nastya has smiled and has stood up beside the brother.
Her hand has pulled to this fruit.
She was still yesterday small, but the girl has possibility
to rise a bit of higher since today's morning.
To be the capricious boy is not good.
You can be sure, it is unsightly.
Here it is, my brother! You may take
from the sister this tasty plum!
THE EVENING
Clouds walk peacefully
above a pine forest in the distance.
Who does sit on the bench quietly
with the white bread in the hand?
Nastya is here. She sits and listens to the grandfather.
He was such tiny perky kiddy much earlier:
drudgingly ate bread with berries,
and today he speaks about that to the grand-daughter.
- I remember: it was rather tasty.
To remember is for me now sad.
- Dear grandfather! You was no kiddy!
Therefore now the slice of bread is to you from me!
Shadows will lay down on a grass.
The sky will be decorated with stars.
At a gooseberry the foliage
will be wiggled with warm air.
The window frame in the dark house will screak.
The kind conversationalists will receive the advice from the mother of Nastya.
- It will be very good, if you will stop conversations. It is time to sleep!