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Как мне нравятся басни Крылова                                                                                                              Постигая в них жизни суть,                                                                                                                                       Я читаю их снова и снова                                                                                                                                         И стараюсь учить                                                                                                                                                         Для себя я давно уж решила:                                                                                                                                     Буду честной во всем и прямой.                                                                                                                       Жадность, лень я в себе изжила                                                                                                                                Ложь и зависть - теперь Долой!                                                                                                                              И легко на душе - признайся,                                                                                                                                    Когда знаешь, что ты человек.                                                                                                                                   А животному, как ни старайся,                                                                                                                  Оставаться животным во век.                                                                                                                                 Я любуюсь игрой персонажей                                                                                                                            Мир загадочный манит меня                                                                                                                                  И, поверьте уж как это важно                                                                                                                                     Все уроки извлечь  для себя.                                                                                                                                    Я жалею беднягу Ягненка,                                                                                                                       Наслаждаюсь песней Соловья.                                                                                                                                                                       Не хочу я видеть злого Волка,                                                                                                                                   И  не приятна с грязным рылом мне Свинья.                                                                                                  Если мне когда-то попадется                                                                                                                            Ветреная попрыгунья Стрекоза,                                                                                                                            Без скандала здесь не обойдется,                                                                                                                            Правду буду говорить в глаза.                                                                                                                                  Все плохое осмеял писатель,                                                                                                                                    Трудные уроки в жизни преподал.                                                                                                                       Хочется, чтоб каждый наш читатель                                                                                                              Дедушку Крылова знал.

Загорелись звезды надо мною.                                                                                                                                                                                                 Оживился необъятный океан.                                                                                                                                                                                               Как завидую я порою                                                                                                                                                                                                           Тем, кто побывал когда-то там.                 

Сколько тайны заключает в себе бездна!                                                                                                                                                                                 Сколько неразгаданных миров!                                                                                                                                                                                                Все досталось человеку безвозмездно.                                                                                                                                                                           Только бы не растерять даров.

Жизнь полна печали и разлуки.                                                                                                                                                                                           Нет гармонии в природе, средь людей.                                                                                                                                                                                    Кто же сможет взять нас на поруки,                                                                                                                                                                                        Чтобы сделать мир земной добрей.

Новый год! Как ждут его прихода!                                                                                                                                                                                     Каждый строит жизненный свой план.                                                                                                                                                                                       Даже те, чья жизнь уже безысходна,                                                                                                                                                                                Верят, что последний шанс им будет дан.                                                                                                               

Есть у нас - друзья, мечты, родные.                                                                                                                                                                                   Кто-то счастлив и детей растит                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Кто-то верит в истины простые                                                                                                                                                                                               И добро для всех людей творит.                                                                                                                         

Жизнь идет своею чередою...                                                                                                                                                                                                Вот и новый год ступил уж на порог                                                                                                                                                                                      Но как больно и обидно мне порою                                                                                                                                                                                      За того, кто встретить праздника не смог.

Неожиданно теплом повеяло,                                                                                                                                                                                                   И природа будто ожила.                                                                                                                                                                                                            В первую минуту я поверила,                                                                                                                                                                                             Что сегодня к нам весна пришла...

Снег местами серый, и вокруг                                                                                                                                                                                            Сугробов не видать.                                                                                                                                                                                                              Воздух чистый, свежий                                                                                                                                                                                                          Тишь и благодать.

Мокрая дорога,                                                                                                                                                                                                        Проталины видны.                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Но зима на страже                                                                                                                                                                                                                    И не спешит уйти.

Вот совсем уж скоро                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Белый снег пойдет,                                                                                                                                                                                                               Все пути - дороги снова заметет.                                                                                                                                                                                     Заискрится белая в поле пелена,

И в мохнатых шапках окажутся дома.                                                                                                                                                                                     Все кусты, деревья застынут в белизне,                                                                                                                                                                                   Ну а мне так хочется                                                                                                                                                                                                          Думать о весне!

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