The adventures of little Zaryanichka!. Ванда Михайловна Петрова
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СКАЧАТЬ And the clouds of light white sailboats sailed into an unknown journey through the bright pre-dawn azure of the firmament …

      In the east, the vault of the sky grew brighter and brighter, turning into a scarlet color that was barely noticeable yet …

      But with every minute the scarlet color of the sky in the east became brighter and brighter and now half the sky turned bright scarlet, the color of the Morning Dawn. The pre-morning breeze subsided, all of nature stood still, waiting …

      The song that is sung for the Morning Dawn!

      Oh you, Zorya! Zoryushka!

      Berries with mushrooms

      They became visible under the bushes,

      So that the feet are not wet in the dew,

      Take the dew from the road

      And we are a song for you

      Let's sing, loving you!

      Morning Dawn …

      The whole Earth is waiting for you …

      Love scarlet face

      Young man and old man

      Round dance girls

      Crystal water waves,

      Birds fly to you

      Sweet to all of us your outfit

      Morning Dawn

      The whole earth is waiting for you!

      Ahhh …

      Velichal'naya pesnya Utrenney Zare!

      Akh ty, Zorya! Zoryushka!

      Osveti nam polyushko,

      Chtoby yagody s gribami

      Vidny stali pod kustami,

      Chtob v rose ne mokli nogi,

      Zaberi rosu s dorogi,

      A my pesnyu dlya tebya,

      Propoyom, tebya lyubya!

      Utrennyaya Zarya …

      Zhdot tebya vsya Zemlya…

      Lyubyat tvoy alyy lik

      Yunosha i starik,

      Devushek khorovod,

      Volny khrustal'nykh vod,

      Ptitsy k tebe letyat,

      Mil vsem nam tvoy naryad,

      Utrennyaya Zarya,

      Zhdot tebya vsya Zemlya!

      A-a-a …

      And the Morning Dawn rose, covering the east of the sky with the scarlet train of her clothing and singing in her clear and gentle voice:

      Song of the Morning Dawn!

      A-a-a …

      Wake up, Earth, from the mists and grew,

      Plait, tidy birch silk braid,

      Lick your wonderful spring water to wash,

      Soon the sun rises in the sky blue

      For boys and flowers to animals and chicks

      For every blade of grass …

      And to meet with you,

      Dear land,

      A-a-a …

      A-a-a …

      Pesnya Utrenney Zari!

      A-a-a …

      Prosypaysya, Zemlya, ot tumanov i ros,

      Zapletay, pribiray shelk berezovykh kos,

      Lik svoy divnyy omoy klyuchevoyu vodoy,

      Skoro Solntse vzoydet v vyshine goluboy

      Dlya rebyat i tsvetov,

      Dlya zverey i ptentsov,

      Dlya travinki lyuboy …

      I dlya vstrechi s toboy,

      Dorogaya Zemlya,

      A-a-a …

      And the song of the Morning Dawn floated above the Earth – the Song of Life.

      The birds awoke and chirped in their nests. They began to spread their wings and prepare to fly out of the nests into the high morning sky. Herbs raised their leaves to the scarlet morning sky. Flowers, listening to the Song of Life, squinted after sound sleep, opening their inflorescences towards the Morning, exuding their fragrance in the freshness of the early morning.

      Tender bells with flowers greet the Morning Dawn with a gentle song chime, heard only by nature, welcoming the Morning Dawn.

      The flowers, listening to the Song of Life, squinted after a sound sleep, plowing their inflorescences towards Zara, exuding their fragrance in the freshness of early Morning. Tender bells shook their flowers, greet the Morning Dawn that has ascended to heaven with a gentle song chime, heard only by nature …:

      Flowers sing – bells

      Din-don … Din-don …

      Din-don … Din-don …

      Our cheerful ringing is not heard

      Not a cowgirl on a meadow

      He plays the horn himself …

      Not two friends at the pond,

      Water splashes out loud …

      Not to the tractor driver in the fields,

      Not a flock of jackdaws in poplars …

      Everyone is busy with something else,

      They don’t listen to us ringing …

      Only Morning listens to our ringing

      And our singing under Din-don …

      Din-don … Din-don …

      Din-don … Din-don …

      Pesnya tsvetov – kolokol'chikov

      Din'-don … Din'-don … Din'-don …

      Din'-don … Ne slyshen nash vesolyy zvon,

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