The letter "M" is one of the most interesting in the Russian alphabet! It appears in many words and signifies softness and melody. In this collection, you'll find poems featuring this wonderful letter, and you'll also learn about the wonderful things and concepts associated with it. Enjoy!<\/p>\n
\nA sweet little bear lives in the thicket, happily eating raspberries and honey. He shakes the trees with his mighty paw, and peacefully sleeps sweetly under the pines. He loves to play and splash in the river, always helping his mother bear. He loves to communicate with his animal friends, and to meet peacefully in his winter den.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMom's care<\/h2>\n
\nThe kitten's mother washes him, stroking his fur with her soft palm. She hugs him tenderly and gives him her affection. Mom is always there, always ready to help, The little kitty isn't afraid at all. Mom's affection touches the soul, And brings warmth and comfort to everyone. Mom will teach him to be brave, To catch mice and roll balls of yarn. Mom will tell him about the clever world, And how everyone should live and play together.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nSea and Dream<\/h2>\n
\nThe sea is rough, splashing and moaning, beckoning into the distance, as if to a fairytale land. The sailor quietly dreams of adventure, and hospitably offers his hand to the seagull. He remembers his mother, his home, and prays for a happy and speedy journey. The sea plays with a golden ray, and the waves dance, as if on a journey. He dreams of new, distant lands, mighty ships and a strong wind. The sea will reveal its secrets to him, and leave beautiful meters in his heart. The sailor smiles at the sun and the wind, the sea beckons him, calling him to follow. The sea will give him much light, and a meeting with luck, with a desired destiny.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nLittle musician<\/h2>\n
\nA boy plays a small violin, the melody flows like a ringing stream. Music in the heart, like a bright flicker, and joy on everyone's faces. He loves to play for his mom and dad, dreaming of fame and grand halls. Music is his best map, and the path to the brightest and kindest deeds. The boy strives, studies diligently, dreaming of becoming a virtuoso one day. Music is his life, his faith, and joy, and happiness, and a bright guardian. The little musician gives us a miracle, healing souls and hearts with melody. Music is a language without whim, and joy, and light, and endless love.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe world around us<\/h2>\n
\nThe world is full of wonders and mysteries, tiny birds and bright flowers. The world gives us joyful glances, and the whisper of leaves and blue skies. We see fields and forests, small rivers and distant mountains. We hear the wind singing voices, and the birds singing at dawn, look. The world teaches us friendship and faith, small joys, good deeds. The world gives us sun and a fresh sea, and happiness, and peace, and our cozy temple. We love our world, it is beautiful, small, fragile, but full of wonders. The world requires our care and affection, and a gentle attitude, without interference.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMom's pie<\/h2>\n
\nMom baked a delicious pie, soft and sweet, with a golden crust. We all gathered at the table, and ate the pie wholeheartedly. The aroma floated through the house, enticing and delicate, like Mom's advice. We lived by this pie, and remembered its taste for many years. Mom tried hard, she did everything with love, we appreciated the pie and said thank you. Mom is our angel, our salvation, and her pies are simply delicious. We will always help Mom, and eat her pies with pleasure. Mom is our best friend and mentor, and with her we always feel warm and bright here.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMy little world<\/h2>\n
\nMy world is a bright room, a small table and a bookshelf. My world is a cherished fairy tale, and a soft toy, like a hand. Here I play and I read, my world is joy and laughter. Here I dream and I fantasize, and time flies like easy success. My world is mom and dad, my little brothers and sisters. My world is friendship and a paw, and everyone who is dear to me, who is nearby, look. My world is the sun and the sky, little clouds and stars at night. My world is happiness and bread, and everything that I love and that I keep in my heart.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nHandyman<\/h2>\n
\nA skilled craftsman can create anything, can repair and build a house. A craftsman understands everything, and makes everything better than it was around. He builds ships and bridges, a craftsman works day and night. He gives us joy and light, and makes the world a better place, just like that. A craftsman can draw, can sculpt and embroider. A craftsman can sing songs, and give people hope, and look. A craftsman is pride and honor, he can do anything he wants. A craftsman is strength and power, and transforms the world around us.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nDreams of the sea<\/h2>\n
\nI dream of the sea, of playful waves, Alluring and blue, like a summer sunset. I dream of seagulls, of their happy cries, And of adventures that await me in a row. I see a ship, it sails on the waves, I dream of being a sailor, strong and brave. I hear the sea sing at night, And my heart fills with bright joy. I dream of the sun, of warm sand, Alluring and soft, like a mother's caress. I dream of stars, of a quiet river, And of the sea that gives us a fairy tale. Dreams of the sea are light and warmth, Alluring distances and joy in the soul. Dreams of the sea are happiness and magic, And faith in miracles that live in silence.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nLittle artist<\/h2>\n
\nThe boy draws, mixes paints, The world on paper comes alive now. The little artist decorates everything, And gives us joy without asking for anything. He paints flowers and trees, Little birds and bright sunshine. He paints dreams and hopes, And the world becomes a better place, like in the bottom. The boy draws, plays with a brush, The world is full of colors, it is so beautiful. The little artist inspires everyone, And gives us happiness, like a precious diamond. He loves to paint for mom and dad, Little masterpieces full of light. The boy draws, and the world becomes more beautiful, And gives us joy, like a sign of summer.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMy favorite month<\/h2>\n
\nMay is the month of flowers and greenery, The world is filled with light and warmth. May is the month of hope and spring, And the joy that comes to our home. We walk in the park, breathe fresh air, May gives us sun and warmth. We admire the flowers, their delicate spirit, And the world becomes better, brighter. May is the month of birdsong, The world is filled with the sounds of love. May is the month of kind miracles, And the joy that gives us days. We love May for its beauty, May is the month of happiness and warmth. We love May for its kindness, And for what it always gives us.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"The letter "M" is one of the most interesting in the Russian alphabet! It appears in many words and denotes softness and melody. In this collection, you'll find poems\u2026<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134606","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134606","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134606"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134606\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136252,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134606\/revisions\/136252"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134606"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134606"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134606"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}