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What am I going to give my mom tomorrow? Here's to you, dear, on your day a scarlet flower - a light! in the form of a flower

Mother's day
Elena Blaginina
I walk, I think, I look:
"What am I going to give my mom tomorrow?
Maybe a doll? Maybe candy?"
No!
Here's to you, dear, on your day
Scarlet flower - light!

We sang a song
words by L. Mironov, music by R. Rustamov

The sun is radiant
smiled merrily,
Because mommy
We sang a song.

Chorus: Song like this:
"La-la-la!"
A simple song:
"La-la-la!"

Sparrow outside the window
spun around merrily
Because mommy
We sang a song.

spring streams
They rang merrily
Because mommy
We sang a song.

First snowdrops
Nodding cheerfully
Because mommy
We sang a song.

Congratulations mom
words and music Z. Root
Brooks murmured,
Snowdrops bloomed.
We congratulate mom
And sing her a song.

Chorus: Zhur, zhur, zhur,
Cap, cap, cap,
Dili-dili-dong!

The sun laughed
He was having fun:
"Oh, how I want too
Sing a song for mom.

Chorus: Zhur, zhur, zhur,
Cap, cap, cap,
Dili-dili-dong!

Mommy
words: A. Aflyatunova, music: V. Kanishcheva
Zorenki are more beautiful and the sun is mile
The one who is called my mother.

chorus:
Mommy, my dear, my mother,

The wind will howl, a thunderstorm outside the window,
Mommy in the house - no fear.

chorus:
Mommy, my dear, my mother,
It's good that I have you!

Business is arguing, fun is a mountain -
Mommy is right next to me.

Chorus:
I love my dear mother very much
I will give this song to her.

solar drops
words of schoolgirl Ira Vakhrusheva,
music by S. Sosnin
In the yard the icicles were crying,
melted under the rays of the sun,
Blue tears dripped
And they left a thaw.

Chorus:
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong!
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong!
Ding dong, ding dong!

Dancing droplets-peas,
And on the March thaw
Stretched out his hands to the sun
Small blue flower.
Chorus
And icicles ring merrily,
And spring drops sing.
This sunny song
Congratulations to our mothers.
Chorus

mommy gift
Olga Chusovitina
From colored paper
I'll cut out a piece.
From it I will make
Little flower.
mommy gift
I'll cook.
The most beautiful
I have mom!
Mom's holiday
K.Choliev
How much light is in the house
How much beauty!
On the table for mom
Flowers glow!

I love my mom so much
I can't find the words!
Gently kiss
I will sit in a chair.

I will wash the cup
I'll give her tea.
I will cover her shoulders
I will sing songs!

Mom on March 8
Words by M. Ivensen, music by E. Tilicheeva

Mommy, my dear mother!
La la la la! La la la la!
Let this song be yours!

This is my gift to you -
La la la la! La la la la!
Sing this song with me!

Cheerful drops
Look how blue the sky is
Why do the birds sing so cheerfully
The queen is coming to us - the red maiden
Everyone affectionately calls her spring

And in the song the flute
Cheerful drops
Spring comes red and sings a song
And in the song the flute
Cheerful drops

The sun is shining, the rays are playing
In transparent puddles they dance and sing
The queen is coming to us - the red maiden
Everyone affectionately calls her spring

Spring comes red and sings a song
And in the song the flute
Cheerful drops
Spring comes red and sings a song
And in the song the flute
Cheerful drops

From whom do we learn kindness?
Mikhail Sadovsky

Who do we learn from
Kindness?
At smoky blueberries
On the bush
At the starling flying
With a worm
By the meadows, combed
breeze,
At the ears ripening
On the fields,
By the rain that has come
In the clouds,
At the jester who gives
People laugh
And the gentle sun
For all,
At the big nods
Us elephants
And at daddy's song,
What without words -
Everything open
We are around
But first - at my mother's
Good hands.

Mom's smile
song

Mother dear, I love you,
I will give you a spring heart!
Let the sun smile, looking from above.
How wonderful it is that I have you
How wonderful it is that I have you.

Mom's smile brings happiness to the house.
I need my mother's smile in everything.
I will give my mother's smile to everyone.
Mother dear, I love you
Mother dear, I love you.

There is no better and sweeter eye in the world.
Mom is the prettiest of all - I will say without embellishment!
Without you, Mommy, I can't live a day.
How wonderful it is that I have you
How wonderful it is to have you.

Mom brings happiness to the house.
Mom is everything I need.
Mother dear, I love you.
Mommy, I need you!

* * *
Olga Chusovitina
Who opened this world to me
Not sparing your strength?
And always protected?
The best MOM in the world.

Who is the cutest in the world
And warm with its warmth,
Loves more than himself?
This is my MOM.

Reading books in the evening
And always understands everything
Even if I'm stubborn
I know my mom loves me.

Never get discouraged
He knows exactly what I need.
If, suddenly, a drama happens,
Who will support? My mom.

I walk the path
But my legs are tired.
jump over the hole
Who will help? I know - MOM.

gift for mom
Olga Chusovitina
I love my mom
I will give her a present.
I made a gift myself
From paper with paints.
I will give it to my mother
Hugging affectionately.

Let's sit in silence
Elena Blaginina
Mom is sleeping, she is tired...
But I didn't play either!
I don't start a top
And I sit down and sit.
My toys don't make noise
Quiet in an empty room.
And on my mother's pillow
The beam is stealing golden.
And I said to the beam:
- I want to move too!
I would like a lot:
Read aloud and roll the ball,
I would sing a song
I could laugh
Whatever I want!
But my mother is sleeping, and I am silent.
The beam darted along the wall,
And then slithered towards me.
"Nothing," he whispered,
Let's sit in silence!

* * *
Mikhail Plyatskovsky
The days are fine
Similar to holidays
And in the sky - the sun is warm,
Cheerful and kind.
All the rivers overflow
All buds open
The winter has gone with cold,
The snowdrifts became puddles.
Leaving the countries of the south,
The birds have returned.
On each branch of the starling
They sit and clean their feathers.
Spring time has come
It's time for flowering.
And so the mood
All people have spring!

bird cherry
Sergey Yesenin
Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
Fragrant bird cherry,
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs.

* * *
K. Ldov
Sweet songbird,
native swallow,
She returned to our home
From a foreign land.
Curls under the window
With a live song
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me…”

Spring
Fedor Tyutchev
Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.

And everything got busy
Everything forces the winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.

Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...

Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...

Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed up in the snow
And only became blush
Against the enemy.

The eve of our Women's Day turned out to be amazing - snow-white fluffy snow brought back the fairy tale.

Under it, many men with bouquets of delicate tulips hurried to work to congratulate their colleagues from the beautiful half of humanity. Still, flowers on this bright Mother's Day are the main gift, so Nikita and I decided to give our grandmother a bouquet of tulips ... made by ourselves! Remember the poem by Elena Blaginina "Mother's Day"?

I walk, I think, I look:

“What will I give my mother tomorrow?

Maybe a doll? Maybe some candy?"

Here's to you, dear, on your day

Scarlet flower - light!

We needed:

double-sided and single-sided colored paper;
glue;
scissors;
pencil;
ruler;
wet wipes.

We needed

Let's start creating

I prepared colored paper for the flowers ahead of time: from two sheets of A4 double-sided paper I got two squares - two future flowers, plus a little for the leaves. For the stem, one-sided paper was useful, the length is proportional to the size of the flower.

So, we take one of the squares intended for making a flower and fold it in half.

We begin to fold the flower

Then again in half, and from the resulting square - a triangle. We unfold and make cuts, as shown in the photo.

Unrolling and cutting

We take glue, and grease the part of the flower next to the cut, and then connect it.

We glue

And connect

And so all four cuts. Voila - and the flower is ready!

The flower is ready!

Now it's up to the stem. We took one-sided green colored paper and twist it with a pencil.

We turn the stem

Glue the edge. We make a “brush” on the edge of the stem with scissors, spread it with glue and glue it to the head of the tulip.

Making a brush

Lubricate

It remains to cut the leaves and stick on the flower.

Glue the stem to the bud

Cut out the leaf

Glue to the stem

Thus, we make the required number of colors. And - our spring gift is ready!

The gift is ready!

And as a gift to our readers - a wonderful poignant poem by Valentina Belyaeva:

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From fluffy mohair threads.

I will bind your life

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I will bind your life

Where a pattern across the field of prayer -

Happiness Wishes

In the rays of true love!

I will bind your life

From cheerful melange yarn,

I will bind your life

And then I will give from the bottom of my heart.

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I never confess to anyone.

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I secretly dissolve my...

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“I keep walking, I think, I look: “What will I give my mother tomorrow?

Gifts for March 8 (master class).

On the eve of the first bright holiday of spring, everyone talks about mothers, grandmothers, learns poetry, draws their portraits, prepares gifts. And our pupils asked themselves the question “What can I give as a gift?”

To the question posed: “Remember the lines of poetry, what can you give your mother, grandmothers for the holiday of March 8?” - there were many answers:

- “I’ll give my mother a napkin, I’ll decorate the edge with a fringe!”

- “I sew a toy from a colored patch for my mother.”

- “I love my grandmother, I’ll give her a postcard!”

- "My sister and I will clean the whole apartment together."

We've been working a lot with needles lately. In one of the manual labor classes, we made needle beds.

The guys asked me: “When will we decorate them with beads?” And on the eve of Women's Day, we decorated our

needle beds

beads and decorated them

in the form of a flower

Here's what we got.

When the children talked about their mothers, everyone noted that mothers are hardworking.

“They say mom’s hands are not simple,

They say mom has golden hands!” - Roma said in verse.

The industrious hands of our pupils made flowers for mothers, grandmothers, sisters - a symbol of female beauty! I offer a small master class on making