Here is the briefcase
Coat and hat.
Pan's day
Day off.
Not gone
Today
Dad.
Means,
He will be with me.
What are we today
Will we do?
It's together
We will discuss.
I sit with my dad
On the bed -
Let's get together
Discuss.
Shouldn't you go
Today
To the botanical museum?
Shouldn't we call
Today
All acquaintances and friends?
Shouldn't you give
To the workshop
Headless horse?
Shouldn't we buy
Maritime
Turtle for me?
Or maybe
Make a snake
from paper sheet,
If there is
some glue
And a washcloth
For the tail.
The rattlesnake will fly
Above
roofs,
Above the clouds!..
"For now,"
Mother said,
Isn't it time
Do you get up?..
- Good! Now let's get up! —
We both answered.
We are dressed
And shod.
We shaved
In two minutes.
(Concerning
Shaving -
Papa shaved
Not me!)
We made the bed ourselves.
We drank tea with my mother.
And then they told their mother:
- Goodbye! Do not miss!
In front of the house on Sadovaya
We got into a new trolleybus.
From an open window
All Sadovaya is visible.
Rushing in flocks of "Victory",
Muscovites, bicycles.
The postman is coming with the mail.
Here is the blue car.
Drives around, watering
Bridge on both sides.
From a trolleybus
I got out
Dad jumped out after me.
And then
We took a ride
By passenger car.
And then
Went down the subway
And rushed
Under Moscow.
And then
Shooting at the dash
Into a leopard
Ten times:
Dad - six
And I'm four:
In the belly
Into ear,
Head-on
And in the eye!
blue,
blue,
blue
On this day
There was a sky over Moscow
And lilacs bloomed in the gardens.
We walked
By the zoo.
There they fed the watchman
crocodile
And a guinea fowl
Antelope
And a walrus.
watchman
They gave beets
two
thoughtful
Elephants.
And in the pool
Something wet...
It was a hippo!
I took a ride
On a pony
These are small
Horses.
Drove straight
And all around
In a gibberish
And riding.
me and dad
It got hot.
We melted like wax.
Outside the zoo
We found a kiosk.
From a silver faucet
With noise
Citro splashed.
I got it
Half a glass
And I would like -
Bucket!
We have returned
By tram,
Brought home
Lilac.
Walked up the stairs
limping -
So tired
On this day!
I pressed the call familiar -
He answered me by calling
And quiet...
How quiet at home
If I'm not at home!
Analysis of the poem "Good day" by Marshak
Samuil Marshak is one of best poets who write for children. His poem "Good day" has a high educational value, which is very relevant even today.
In the poem, the poet focuses on the extraordinary day of an ordinary average boy from Soviet Union. The uniqueness of the day lies in the fact that the parents have a day off and the child will be able to spend time together with his dad. The baby and father do a lot of things in a day that is so productive that they even get tired at the end.
Samuil Marshak was able to accurately convey the mood and manner of speech of the boy on whose behalf the story is being told. There are almost no long and complex words in the verse, there are numerous verbs, pronouns and exclamations, because children do not tend to speak in abstruse phrases. The dialogues between the characters bring the poem to life perfectly.
The author develops the idea of the place of the child in adulthood. The boy is going to sit down with his father on the bed and start discussing their future plans. With a character talking about going to a botanical museum or making a kite as an example, kids can plan for the day.
Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak forms the right habits, showing everyday actions, for example, getting up and making the bed, washing. The poet shows the image of a boy who is interested in many things. This is a good example to follow. The reader, watching how the hero learns to travel by car, the subway and other achievements of progress, will understand that he will be able to learn everything.
The heroes spent the whole day very actively. They ran from one place to another. And they traveled by tram, and by car, and by subway. Then we got to the shooting gallery, and after it we went to the zoo. The child even managed to ride a pony. With all these actions, the author wanted to show that one should spend one's free time usefully and not sit still.
At the end, the tired child and dad, limping, return home. They did a lot and went to a lot of places. Don't forget to bring lilacs with you. Therefore, a terrible fatigue fell upon them. The boy also noticed that the house is very quiet without him.
Marshak laid the pedagogical meaning in his work. And in general, a “good day” evokes positive emotions, so it would be nice to read this poem to each child.
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"Good day" Samuil Marshak
Here is the briefcase
Coat and hat.
Pan's day
Day off.
Not gone
Today
Dad.
Means,
He will be with me.What are we today
Will we do?
It's together
We will discuss.
I sit with my dad
On the bed -
Let's get together
Discuss.Shouldn't you go
Today
To the botanical museum?
Shouldn't we call
Today
All acquaintances and friends?Shouldn't you give
To the workshop
Headless horse?
Shouldn't we buy
Maritime
Turtle for me?Or maybe
Make a snake
from paper sheet,
If there is
some glue
And a washcloth
For the tail.The rattlesnake will fly
Above
roofs,
Above the clouds!..For now, -
Mother said,
Isn't it time
Do you get up?..Good! Now let's get up! -
We both answered.We are dressed
And shod.
We shaved
In two minutes.
(Concerning
shaving -
Papa shaved
Not me!)We made the bed ourselves.
We drank tea with my mother.
And then they told their mother:
- Goodbye! Do not miss!In front of the house on Sadovaya
We got into a new trolleybus.
From an open window
All Sadovaya is visible.Rushing in flocks of "Victory",
Muscovites, bicycles.
The postman is coming with the mail.Here is the blue car.
Drives around, watering
Bridge on both sides.From a trolleybus
I got out
Dad jumped out after me.And then
We took a ride
By passenger car.And then
Went down the subway
And rushed
Under Moscow.And then
Shooting at the dash
Into a leopard
Ten times:
Dad - six
And I am four:
In the belly
Into ear,
Head-on
And in the eye!blue,
blue,
blue
On this day
There was a sky over Moscow
And lilacs bloomed in the gardens.We walked
By the zoo.
There they fed the watchman
crocodile
And a guinea fowl
Antelope
And a walrus.watchman
They gave beets
two
thoughtful
Elephants.
And in the pool
Something wet...
It was a hippo!I took a ride
On a pony -
These are small
Horses.
Drove straight
And all around
In a gibberish
And riding.me and dad
It got hot.
We melted like wax.
Outside the zoo
We found a kiosk.From a silver faucet
With noise
Citro splashed.
I got it
Half a glass
And I would like -
Bucket!We have returned
By tram,
Brought home
Lilac.Walked up the stairs
lame, -
So tired
On this day!I pressed the call familiar -
He answered me by calling
And quiet...
How quiet at home
If I'm not at home!
Analysis of Marshak's poem "Good day"
Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak is deservedly considered one of the best children's poets. Despite the fact that the plots of his works often reflect the reality of a completely different historical era, but in terms of semantic and emotional content, they remain relevant for the present.
The poem "Good day" is a wonderful example of the fact that good children's poetry can be not only entertaining and fun, but also have a high educational value. Placed in 1941 in the magazine "Murzilka" along with bright drawings by Elena Afanasyeva, it aroused considerable interest among children and parents.
What is this poem about? The focus is on the extraordinary day of an ordinary Soviet child. Unusual - because the parents have a day off, and now dad, whom the baby sees little on weekdays, will be at his disposal. The boy and his father will have time to do and see a lot. The heroes will have such an active day that they will even get tired of their adventures.
Samuil Yakovlevich accurately conveys the manner of speech and mood of the child on whose behalf the narration is being conducted. There are almost no long "smart" words in the poem. The text is filled with action, for which numerous verbs are responsible, because it is unusual for children to talk like a sophisticated clerk. It contains many pronouns and exclamations. The poem is animated by dialogues between the characters. Realism is given by anaphoras:
And then
We rolled…
And then
Went down the subway...
There are refrains in the text (“blue, blue, blue on this day ...”) and enumerations constructed exactly as children usually organize the phrase when they describe their impressions (“... a hedgehog, an antelope and a guinea fowl, a crocodile and a walrus”).
Describing various events in detail, the author develops the idea of a child's place in the adult world. Of course, young readers will not analyze the poem in this way, but through such verses a certain order will be formed in their minds. Using the example of a hero, a child can learn to organize his day by making plans:
Shouldn't you go
Today
In botanical
Museum?
The author does not in vain cover such everyday activities as getting out of bed and washing, because the right habits are very important for children. Drawing the image of an inquisitive child, the poet creates good example to emulate. And watching the hero, who is actively mastering various achievements of progress - a car, subway, etc. (do not forget that "A Good Day" was written in the first half of the 20th century), the young reader will begin to understand that the world is open for him too.
Thus, behind the seeming simplicity of the narration lies a deep pedagogical idea, which remains relevant today.
